(A request by Satan_Incarnate_666 !)
(Pairing: Commander Fox x Quinlan  Vos)
(If the song didn't signal it, semi aesthetically pleasing-written kinky stuff happens)

The rope could easily be torn if he truly wanted to tear it. Yet it still felt tight around his arms and chest, the back of the office chair feeling strangely comfortable instead of uncomfortable like he had expected. The sound of rope rubbing against rope quietly shuffled out behind him, the silence otherwise almost overbearing. The commander closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the chair for a moment. Opening his mouth, about to ask a question, it was quickly answered for him.
"Yes, the door is locked."

The commander turned his head with a raised brow, playfully rolling his eyes. It was relieving to hear that, the anxiety of the door opening fading. Turning his head back forward, Fox's eyes closed, letting the man behind him finish tightening the ropes. He almost slipped asleep, awoken by a hand cupping his chin, tilting his head upwards. His eyes flew open only to fluttered shut at Quinlan's lips on his, quickly giving into the raw passion of it. It felt different to be unable to fling his arms across his lover's neck, but to be touched. His arms instinctively tried to move, the rope against his sleeved arms tightening at the movement. Aching to reach out and touch Quinlan, to feel his bare skin on his fingertips, to rake his fingernails softly against the Jedi's back, Fox managed to pull himself back for air, barely even an inch apart from his lover's lips.

Quinlan didn't let his lungs enjoy the gasped breaths of air, only giving Fox enough time to catch his breath before biting and sucking on the commander's neck, a guiding hand gently pushing Fox's head back to expose more of the unmarked skin. By this point, his heart was racing, the immediate settlement of control Quinlan snatched sending excited twists in the commander's stomach. He bit his lip to be quiet, knowing full well how much his lover adored the sound of his reactions to even the smallest of touches. There was a pause in the Jedi's soft nips at the lack of a response, slowly pulling back with concern dancing in his eyes. The commander gave a wink; their signal that everything was fine. Relaxing, Quilan leaned back, dropping his hand from Fox's chin. He seemed to be lost in thought, the unknown ideas forming exciting the commander.

Purposely doing so slowly, the Jedi pulled off his top, the inches of skin revealed immediately gazed upon with eagerness. The top was tossed aside, the sound of fabric hitting wall softly buzzing out. A hand gripped Fox's chin yet again, softly tilting his head to the side, breath soon ghosting his ear. Filthy promises were whispered into his ear, the commander's eyes closing in hopes of imagining every single scenerio murmured. The hand dropped from his chin, fingertips barely scraping across his clothed skin. Suddenly Quilan pulled away, a sweet smile playing on his lips. The Jedi leaned back against a desk, arms crossed as his panted breaths became stable yet again.

The lack of attention after the biting and dirty talk left Fox in a state he had only once been in before in the scenerios of firey passion. Unbiting his lip, the commander let out a quiet sound, one he had only planned on making once in his life; a soft, begging whine.
That stirred a reaction from the Jedi, a coy smirk tugging up his lips. He leaned forward, just close enough that his breath ghosted Fox's lips without allowing the commander to jerk forward to capture the kiss he so desperately needed.
"There's the Fox I want for tonight."