Oh shit i forgot about that trope! @tygermama
Let it be known that Hardcase isn't proud of himself, except how he kind of is, just a little bit. "Sorry about this, sir," he pants against General Kenobi's neck, before biting it again.
"Not to worry, Corporal," General Kenobi says, only a touch breathless as he smooths a hand down Hardcase's side. Whatever stim-powder he got hit with earlier has him sweatier than an afternoon of running suicides and hypersensitive to touch. He bites down a little harder at the feeling, worrying the flesh with his teeth. "These things happen."
Normally, Jesse or Kix would be the ones to help him through a phero-dosing incident.
Fives or Echo, in a real pinch, depending on the immediate availability of the ARCs. But Kix is in triage with the vode who got caught in the actual explosion, Jesse has been on loan to the 327th for the past four tendays, Echo's on assignment, and Fives is already helping Wooley.
Which brings Hardcase to where he is now: pinning a High General in place on his own cot, sucking bruises onto every available inch of flesh, and desperately trying to get friction on his cock without actually touching the general below the waist.
Because Hardcase, in a fit of stars-sent inspiration when filling out his the "Biochemical Warfare, Pheromone Manipulation, And/Or Aphrodisiacal Cultural Miscommunication" section of his medical records, had written down General Kenobi's name as the last preferred partner in case of a 7A WF 83429 incident.
And Kenobi had, for some reason, actually consented.
