Thrawn Ascendancy in-heat PWP: Working late
Pure, unapologetic Ba'kif/Thrass/Thrawn smut! Mind the (age) gap and the dubcon for pheromone-driven fucking 😏
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Ba’kif was just finishing up his reports for the day and looking forward to heading home for some supper— and maybe a nice glass of Coperan brandy— when his questis lit up with a call from his outer office.
Ba’kif sighed, then answered.
“Yes?”
“Sir, Lieutenant Commander Thrawn is here to see you,” came his assistant’s voice, equal parts cautious and… concerned. “With… Aristocra Mitth’ras’safis. He says it’s urgent.”
Ba’kif frowned. “Very well, send them in. And don’t worry about sticking around to lock up, I’ll handle it,” he added. So much for not working late for once. At least someone else could go home on time.
There was a nearly imperceptible hesitation. “Yes, sir.”
The connection cut off and Ba’kif began clearing away his work, his frown deepening. His confusion and concern deepened along with it when Thrawn walked into his office with Thrass a few moments later. The young officer looked about as close to distraught as Ba’kif could ever imagine him being, worry etched vividly on his face; and Thrass—
The scent hit Ba’kif like a punch to the gut as Thrass drifted to a stop in the middle of the room, looking around with slightly glazed eyes.