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"I'm pretty easy," he says, which by this point pretty much goes without saying, in all senses of the word. For John, anyway. "Whatever you wanted to do with me. Captain."

His hand grazes up Priestly's side, against the cotton of his shirt, thumb brushing the shape of his nipple.

"Well," he says, conversationally, lips against Priestly's jaw. "I am good with knots."

"You might want to start with the one around my neck, then," says Priestly, angling his chin up. He can think of much better uses for that tie, under the circumstances, and tries not to think about just how quickly that came to mind. John makes him feel kinky as hell, just by existing.

And Granby's got his own tie, too, which makes two and that's more than enough. He loosens the knot in Granby's tie one handed, pulling it loose.

"Are you sure you want that?" he asks, leaning past Priestly to push open the door. "Bound and gagged and mine?"

He can't help the breathless grin.

"I'm already one of those," says Priestly, already a bit breathless. "Might as well go the rest of the way, right? Unless you want me to be loud. That's your choice, Captain." And he will be loud given the opportunity, make no mistake.

"Any reason I can't have one and then the other?" asks Granby, tugging his own tie loose, popping the buttons on his vest as they move into the hut and towards the open door of his room.

"What else? And before you say 'whatever you like', that's not what I'm interested in hearing."

"But I want you to use me," says Priestly, the words quiet because they feel a little strange to him, it's not something he's used to saying. "I want you to want all the parts of me. I want to not have to hold anything back."

For a moment, his head's light and he can't say anything. The sound that comes out of him is more like a moan than anything, and he sways in, catching Priestly's mouth in a long kiss.

"You never have to hold anything back with me anyway," he says, finally. "You know that."

Which is not, categorically not, him saying no.

"Well, I know that now," says Priestly. It's not something he's ever had an innate confidence in, though, even now. Being wholly himself is a choice he's made, but it's one he was always too aware had a price. "If you wanted to kiss me again to try to reinforce the point, though, I wouldn't object."

"Gladly," he murmurs, and then his mouth is on Priestly's again, kissing him hard, urging him back towards the bedroom. His fingers curl around Priestly's wrist, holding on tight.

He nips on his lip as he pulls back, dropping both ties onto the bed.

"Don't move," he says, arching one eyebrow, as he starts on the buttons of Priestly's shirt.

"I'm not going anywhere," says Priestly, his breath catching as he looks up at the expression on John's face. "Unless Laurence comes home. He's not coming home, right?"

"He's not coming home," says Granby, but he kicks the door shut before he comes back, just in case. He arches an eyebrow, swallows, tries to force his face serious.

"I mean it - don't move until I tell you. Understand?"

Priestly doesn't ask if Laurence knows. That's a conversation for another time, when he's not being stripped by a Captain.

"I won't move," he promises, and his heart thumps a little harder. This should not be turning him on as much as it is, it really shouldn't.

A smile tugs the corner of Granby's mouth as he smoothly unbuttons Priestly's shirt, pushing it and his jacket back off his shoulder.

"You won't move what?"

"I won't move...Captain," he says. Sir is on the tip of his tongue, but Captain...Captain just does things to him.

"There it is," he says, smile spreading across his face as he smooths his hand across Priestly's chest, thumbnail grazing his nipple, scraping, before it slips lower, cupping his cock through his trousers and squeezing possessively.

"How well do you take correction?" he asks.

"I'm pretty, uh, I'm pretty insubordinate, actually," says Priestly. It's only the truth, after all. "I might need some extra attention. Captain."

"Oh, really?" he asks, still grinning, squeezing Priestly's cock again, feeling the hard line of him against his palm. "It's a bit different from putting unruly midshipmen in line, but I'm sure I can think of something."

Yeah, Priestly certainly hopes that this isn't how John keeps his men in line, not all of them. He knows they're not a thing, but he likes to feel a little bit special anyway. Also, handing out this kind of discipline on a ship would probably have the opposite effect, and also, he's really overthinking this.

"I'm sure I'll be responsive to your, uh—" How was it John had put it? "Correction."

Granby struggles hard to stay in role, to stay serious. He can have authority when he means to. He shifts his hand, unbuttoning Priestly's trousers,letting them sag down around his hips so that he can push his hand inside his underwear, curling his fingers around his cock and stroking, slowly.

"How badly do you want that?"

"So badly," says Priestly, the words slipping out so fast he's glad he hasn't said something embarrassing because there was no way he was stopping them. "God, I want it so much."

It's gratifying to notice that Priestly hasn't moved yet. Granby leans in and kisses him, hot and deep.

"Right now," he breathes, mouth still against Priestly's. "What I want most? Is to come in your mouth."

"Do it," says Priestly, not forgetting who's in charge here but letting the imperative slip out anyway because he wants it that much. He wants all of it. "I have a great mouth. Use it."

The first thing he does is shove Priestly's trousers and underwear down around his ankles, essentially stripping him naked. And then he takes a moment to look at him, grazing his fingers against the hard-line of his cock. He bites his lip.

"On your knees then," he says. "Hands behind your back."

Priestly, while generally very bad at following orders, has no trouble with these ones. He's on his knees before he even realizes he's moving, hands clasped behind his back and waiting in anticipation.