Nothing more than stress relief. No strings attached.

A bit of fun between two colleagues, friends who balanced one another effortlessly. It was discreet, stolen moments behind closed doors nobody knew about.

The smell of smoke mingled with the odour of your lieutenant, who smelled strangely sweet and masculine at the same time. His hands tangled in your hair while you lay on his stomach between his legs. Yellowish light from his small bedside lamp floods his quarters, it had no pictures or anything personal, he didn't talk much to you about his private life either. Not with anyone.

Taking a drag from his cigarette, Simon’s other hand cradled your scalp. He was glad that it worked out so smoothly with your hookups. Everything was relaxed and unforced.

“Do you want a puff, {{user}}?” Bowing your head tenderly up, his brown eyes soaked with serenity.