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[pharadyne]

Even if the strength is purely institutional, by having a higher rank in the hierarchy, even if they aren't smarter or bigger or particularly deserving of that rank?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[That gets a headshake.]

Nah. They gotta deserve it. Or earn it.

[pharadyne]

And all your officers had earned their rank? In my day, sons of wealthier families become officers or pilots, and sons of tradesmen, labourers, and farmers don't. That's just the way it is, nothing much earned about it.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

The ones I followed did. Cuz they had the power to kick me out to the streets.

[He shakes his head.]

I didn't have a problem with any of them. I liked it there.

[pharadyne]

The best ones, what did you like about them?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

They - had reasons for the shit they did. Even if I didn't get to know them. I scrubbed toilets, but at least I knew why.

[pharadyne]

So you don't like arbitrary cruelty or abuse of authority. What other qualities did the good officers have? I mean, "not being capricious sadists" is a pretty low bar. There must be other things.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He sighs.]

You are really fucking annoying about this.

[pharadyne]

I'm annoying about all sorts of things, cowboy.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He flips him off.]

You get one more question today.

[pharadyne]

What happens if I ask more than one question?

Wait, that's not my question.

If I ask really nicely, will you stop physically assaulting people for being mouthy?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He leans forward, grinning a little.]

I'll consider it. What do I get in return?

[pharadyne]

Another blowjob? Bottle of my best booze?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He considers that for a moment, how this whole deal makes him feel like shit, even if he was the one to propose it. But as long as he's backed himself into a corner, he's not going to relent.]

That first one. I'll take that.

[Momentary oblivion for keeping his hands to himself. Seems a fair deal.]

[pharadyne]

Right-o. [It's a good bargain, Norton thinks. Maybe cut down on the violence and costs him nothing he's not perfectly willing to give. He gets down on his knees in front of Jacob.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He slides his fingers through his hair, tangling them at the nape of his neck to keep him still for a moment.]

Kiss me first?

[He at least tries to make it sound like a question.]

[pharadyne]

Oo, foreplay. [Norton grins and, with his hands on Jacob's knees, pushes himself up to crawl onto Jacob's lap. Once he's settled there, he leans in to kiss Jacob slow and leisurely.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Shut up.

[But there's no real bite to it. He drapes an arm lazily around his waist, drawing him close when they kiss. Even this small bit of control does wonders.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton lets Jacob guide the tempo, decide how long the kiss will last. This is a reward so it can be whatever Jacob would like. Not that Norton isn't enjoying himself, too, he absolutely is, and the front of his trousers is starting to show it.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He closes his eyes against the kiss, pulling him closer into his lap. He indulges in it for a moment before he pulls back and slides a hand up to cup Norton's chin.]

Alright, alright. Enough of that. Back on your knees.

[Or he might let his imagination get away with him.]

[pharadyne]

[Norton caresses Jacob's cheek and down along his jaw where the beard prickles against his palm.]

Reached your quota of romance, darling?

[He slips off Jacob's lap and on his knees again in front of him.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Fake romance. None of this is real.

[He automatically moves his hips forward, undoing the button and zip on his jeans.]

This part is, at least.

[pharadyne]

Is there any other kind of romance?

[Norton reaches into Jacob's pants to expose his cock and then leans in to take the head in his mouth.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He settles back, clearing his throat.]

Good point.

I got something here that might be. [He sighs, draping his fingers in Norton's hair. Maybe it's the kiss, maybe it's the fact that he's feeling better, or maybe something as simple as feeling more vulnerable this way, but he can at least talk at him without feeling a wall come up. For a man who has only known intimacy through violence, a blow job from his warden seems to feel the same.]

Got something that feels like it could be real. She's with - someone else and it feels better that way.

[pharadyne]

[Norton pulls back just long enough to ask:]

Who's the lucky lady?

[He doesn't wait for an answer before resuming, relaxing his throat to take all of him in. Jacob can talk even if Norton's mouth is busy. And asking a man about his girlfriend while he's going down on him doesn't strike Norton as even a bit odd.]