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Playful Infidelity - Rudy/Gaz/Ale

GAZ WEEK 2023 - FREE! (ROLEPLAY)

Gaz asks his lovers, Ale and Rudy, to act out a roleplay fantasy of his. Where he is the stranger that Alejandro is having an affair with and Rudy is the unknowing husband who catches them in the midst of their passion. Playing at fury, Rudy demads repayment for his husband's misdeeds.

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Contains: NSFW, roleplay, implied cheating, consensual cheating, cheating roleplay, cuckoldry, trans Gaz, sadistic Rudy, top Rudy & Ale, bottom Gaz

Gaz let out a lengthy sigh as he flopped onto the bed, skin still warm but cool sweat calming the heat. Not recoiling but rather grinning when arms wrapped around his chest to hold him close.

“God,” A low, gravelling voice said right near Gaz’s ear before lips kissed his cheeks. “That was amazing.”

Gaz huffed then, a weakened smirk curling his lip. Energy spent for the moment but still managing to tilt his head to look at his bed partner. 

Alejandro grinned when their eyes met, leaning to capture Gaz’s lips in a passionate but lazy kiss. Gaz welcomed it, reciprocating in kind. The embrace lengthened as neither felt bothered to pull away or deepen it any further. A sense of contentment washed over Gaz, letting out a sigh or two through his nose as he felt bliss whilst kissing Alejandro.

Gaz felt his energy slowly returning to him, growing incrementally and encouraged by the soft eagerness of Ale’s lips. Soon he sat up, pressing the attack and taking the reins in the kiss. Tongue dashing past on occasion and teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

Alejandro was the one to pull away, lazy smirk still present and a flickering of excitement in his eyes again. “Another round perhaps?”

Kyle grinned back, “You read my mind.”

Alejandro only chuckled, pulling Gaz back in by a hand on his chin to reunite their lips once more. Their hands began to move up each other’s bodies as they reignited the lingering sparks of passion.

That all stopped when the door slammed open.

Ale and Gaz immediately pulled apart to look at the now open door and saw Rudy. Or more accurately, Alejandro’s angry husband, Rudy.

“R-Rodolfo, love,” Alejandro stammered, sitting up in bed and tugging the sheet to hide his growing immodesty. “Dear, I can explain-”

“Explain what? Huh?” Rudy looked furious, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the scene before him. His husband pulling away from a stranger in their marriage bed. “That your fucking someone else while I was away?”

“Well-”

“Who is this man anyway?” Rudy questioned, pointing at Gaz. “Think you could just find any man on the street and take him home, HM?”

“I-” Alejandro splutters, looking at an enraged Rudy and a confused Gaz, struggling with words. “Rudy, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I’ll get him out and it can be just us. Let’s talk, we can sort this out.”

Ale’s pleas did not douse the anger but it tempered it at least little. “Fine, you’re forgiven. But only if you do one thing.”

“Anything, Rudy, love, anything .” Alejandro said, voice as genuine and sincere as it could be.

Rudy seemed satisfied, looking to Gaz who still lay on the bed, curled to hide his privates. “I get to fuck him. And you can only watch.”

Alejandro, seemingly having no legs to stand on, nodded slowly. Gaz may have argued, but he could not resist his curiosity.

…

Alejandro sat on the bed, back against the headboard and hands ordered to stay by his sides. He was expected not to touch himself nor the others and not to speak unless spoken to. All while watching what unfolded at the end of the bed.

Gaz lay on his stomach with his legs hanging off and perked in the air. Rudy was behind him, fucking him in clean harsh strokes that nearly always forced a groan from the man below. The crude slapping of skin on skin and the wet noises of Rudy fucking Gaz filling the bedroom around them.

Rudy’s hands kelt Gaz’s hips steady, holding onto the skin in a firm enough grip that it may even bruise. Keeping him as still as possible so Rudy could have at him as he pleased. Leaving Gaz to wallow in pleasure and look forward to Alejandro. Who could only stare back, his own cock hardening in his lap as he watched his husband fuck another man.

Rudy appeared to be fucking his anger out in Gaz, venting his frustrations for Ale’s unfaithfulness into each press inside. Leaving Gaz breathless with each movement and easily growing teary in pleasure.

At one point, Rudy pulls one of his hands away to slap Gaz’s ass, creating a clean crisp, sharp noise in the soft din. Gaz keened, his body shivering and his inner walls squeezing around Rudy. This appeared to be noted by Rudy, as he would spank Gaz’s ass cheek on occasion, each time forcing out a whimper. Even being so sadistic as to squeeze the flaring sting, causing jolts of pain that made Gaz clench.

Rudy was soon nearing his end, his thrusts shortening and growing out of beat. Opting to lean forward until he covered Gaz’s back with his own, head next to Gaz’s own. Speaking by his ear but loud enough so that Ale could hear it.

“At least, he cheated on me with someone pretty like you. Should I be relieved he has good taste in other men, hm?” Rudy asked but neither Ale or Gaz answered. His heavy breaths in Gaz’s ear making goosebumps ripple over his arms and neck. “A good hole too, now I understand why he feels so upset about someone else enjoying you.”

Rudy’s hand was then on Gaz’s chin, urging him to lift his face so Alejandro could see both of their faces fully. Gaz’s features were like an open book, eyebrows uplifted and eyes half closed, misted with pleasure. His mouth hung open as grunts, gasps and moans cascaded forth unbidden. A trickling of drool down from his lip to his chin, so overwhelmed with bliss he was salivating. Rudy’s brows were furrowed in dual annoyance and lust-driven focus, a small smile at the corner of his mouth as he enjoyed the wriggling enjoyment of watching Alejandro’s struggle. Alejandro in return looked almost wounded, his mouth open wide in mirrored pleasured envy. Eyes looking longingly between the two men, forced to do nothing but watch.

Rudy finished then, a mixture of Gaz’s tight heat and Alejandro’s torturous look sending him over the brink. Spilling inside with complete disregard, not that it seemed to bother Gaz, who whimpered as he felt the warm mess painting his insides.

Gaz was then abandoned, hole emptied except for Rudy’s cum. Left on his own edge, skin abuzz with lust-hungry energy but not enough stimulation to take him over the edge. Alejandro was even worst off, getting nothing at all. Left to watch and suffer alone, cock hard and an angry red where it twitched by his stomach.

Rudy must have taken pity on Ale, tapping at Gaz’s sore thighs and urging him to stand. Hands still on his hips, he led Gaz to his husband until he was sitting in the man’s lap. Gaz and Ale could only stare at each other as Rudy took Ale’s cock and aligned it with Gaz’s cunt. Then tugging until Gaz sat on Ale’s cock.

Both men groaned in pained relief, Rudy smiling on in sick pleasure. “Go on then, you like fucking my husband so much, you might as well show me what all the fuss is about.”

He then tapped Gaz’s sides, a silent demand for Gaz to move, which he did. Lifting himself up on his knees again before dropping down, then pulling up again until he was sheathed Ale inside once more. Grunts and gasps coming with each lift and drop, slow but impactful with each turn. Gaz far too tired to move with gusto and Alejandro still restricted from touching Gaz or moving at all.

This wouldn’t do. 

Rudy let his cock rest, watching with a smile as Gaz and Alejandro fucked in front of him. Enjoying the way Gaz’s insides felt so reluctant to dispense cock, clenching and making Ale’s cock twitch in turn. The shaft of which twitched and throbbed.

Rudy only needed a few moments before he was feeling himself grow erect again, finding enjoyment in the sight. But he grew impatient with the speed of it, wanting to see his partner and newly found plaything finish promptly.

Closening until his chest was against Gaz’s back, Rudy halted Gaz’s movements with his hands. Making both men whimper with disappointment. Rudy then pressed the head of his cock inside Gaz, brushing alongside Ale’s. All three stilling as Rudy inched slowly in until he was fitted to the near hilt.

Rudy then started moving, tugging at Gaz’s hips to start his riding once more. All three now an ensemble as they made noises of delight and pleasure. The bed creaking as their movements were enough to make it shake.

The pleasure of Gaz’s warmth was compounded by the friction of the two cocks inside. Filling Gaz up to the brim and so overstimulated from being left hung out to dry just a few moments prior meant he was cumming within minutes of Rudy pressing in. Moans now breath whines as quivered between the two men, whimpering as his legs gave out and he fell forwards into Alejandro’s chest.

Speaking of Ale, he was not far behind. Having been hard for so long and so desperate for any sort of touch, it meant once he attained it he was going to be far more sensitive. He had hoped to last a little longer, savour how it felt to have Rudy’s cock by his own in the same person but his body had other plans. His orgasm creeping up far sooner and quicker than expected.

Both Ale and Gaz grew limp on the bed, gasping for air but still groaning as Rudy continued to fuck into Gaz. But even he was struggling, his own energy depleting from his first bout with Gaz leaving him with a slim amount to finish the job.

Swearing, Rodolfo pulled out, taking his length in hand as he shuffled up the bed near to the heads of Gaz and Ale. His hand jerking himself off as two pairs of lazy, fucked out eyes watched.

“I’ll forgive you both, just let me cum on you.” Rudy said, words breathy and intermingling with harsh breaths.

Gaz opened his mouth, waiting expectantly for Rudy to spill, Ale reached out a hand to hold at Rudy’s thigh. Both urging him, pleading him with their eyes alone, eager to see Rudy finish.

Rudy let out a soft whine, stiffening as a wave of hot pleasure overcame him, making him let go and cumming onto Gaz’s open mouth and Ale’s cheek. Groaning through the gratification, jerking his wrist until he had pushed out every last drop.

Not wasting a moment, Rudy lay down. Mouth still open from heavy breathing, settling close to Alejandro’s side and welcoming the weight of Gaz as he lay between the two.

Both Gaz and Ale kissed Rudy on either cheek as he soon settled into the afterglow of his second orgasm. Not halting their attempts at smothering him until his breathing steadied and he let out a content sigh.

 It was then, once all of them had settled, that Gaz spoke.

“That was amazing,” His smiled lazily but as bright as always. Resting his head on Rudy’s chest and draping an arm over Ale’s chest. “Thanks for doing this, I know it’s a bit . . . odd.”

“Not at all,” Rudy replied, tone easy and light. Eyes warm and full with affection. “I have never roleplayed before, was I good?”

“More than good!” Gaz said with a softened scoff. “It was perfect.” Rudy chuckled at which Ale smiled, kissing at Rudy’s cheek then Gaz’s.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Ale suggested, looking between his husband and lover. “Perhaps next time, you be the cheater, Rudy?”

“Oo,” Gaz vocalised with interest, “But would he be sorry about it? I feel like he would just convince you to apologise somehow.”

Rudy laughed again as Ale blanched. “Well, we’ll have to see won’t we!”

“Only one way to find out.” Rudy agreed, both now looking at Gaz who grinned.

“Next time then. And again, thanks for indulging me.”

“Is it really an indulgence if we also benefit?” Rudy inquired with a slight tilt of the head.

Ale chucked, “Either way, we’d do more than that for you, love.”

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Silken Touch - Roach/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - ROPEPLAY/BONDAGE

Gaz is a ever curious man, so when Roach confesses he enjoys bondage, he finds himself ready and interested in trying it out

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Contains: NSFW, T4T, Trans Gaz & Roach, bondage, sex toys (strapon & vibrator), use of words clit, cunt, tdick, pussy

Gaz’s breaths were hitched, and his body tinged with sensitivity. His limbs were restrained with pretty soft pink ropes, binding his wrists to either leg and forcing them to be half bent, with rope just below and above the knee. The position was called ‘the crab’ and it had him feeling exposed where he sat, naked on top of the bed.

It was all Roach’s idea. An avid enjoyer of bondage, Roach had confessed the interest early on in their relationship and Gaz’s curiosity was immediately peeked. They were not able to pursue this kink until they were on leave, but they had practiced similar things in the past. Tying Gaz’s hands together with a belt or knotting his pants at his ankles. Simple attempts at restraint, to give Gaz some familiarity. Dipping his toe in, although he wished sometimes to dive straight into the deep end. Impatient and eager as he always was.

Tonight was to be their first full foray and Gaz was so excited. Even now, after being tied and left to wait, his heart sang a trembling beat in his chest and ears. Eyes eagerly watching Roach take his sweet time undressing and getting everything ready.

Just sitting there, Gaz was already growing wet and hard. Apart from seeing his partner’s gorgeous body reveal itself under clothes, his restraints were a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

The ropes were soft but strong, with just enough give not to hurt but enough to chaff. Sure to leave markings once removed. His tdick ached between his legs, the stimulation of skin not enough to get off but he was close to it, just needing a little push.

Gaz may have felt embarrassed by it but he knew Roach would never disapprove, in fact it would more likely thrill him. Watching how his favorite kink thrilled his lover as much as it did him.

Finally, finally , Roach was done. Naked apart from briefs and black strap-on tied over the top. Freckled skin, dashed with scars, strong hands and a warm smile. Fuck, Gaz felt himself wiggle a little against his bindings. Wanting to reach and touch Roach, cup his face and see him melt into it, kiss him and feel him push against his lips, touch at him and make him moan only for him. But he couldn’t, and he knew that he might not get any of those opportunities tonight. And although that made him sad, it made his need for whatever Roach gave all the sweeter.

Roach closened to Gaz on the bed, looking over his immaculate handiwork and smiling. “What colour?”

“Green, so green,” Gaz said, voice coming out breathy.

Roach only smiled, kissing Gaz’s forehead. Gaz could not help but lean into it, wanting more. Almost vocalizing his mourning when those soft lips left him.

“I was thinking we start off with this?” Roach held up a cordless magic wand, a toy familiar to both of them.

Gaz gave an eager nod, cock twitching at the thought of finally being touched.

Roach turned the vibration on with a click, the faint whirring the only audible sound in the room at this time. Letting the toy ‘burr’ just away from touching Gaz’s skin, Roach cupped his lover’s cheeks urging him to look at him. When their eyes met, Roach was all the sweetest of smiles. Taking Gaz’s lips in his in a tender, soft kiss. 

Gaz let out a long-held breath, relieved for the familiarity of Roach’s lips. Pressing what he could, wanting more. Insatiable for any affection Roach would give him. Always.

The vibrator lowered, touching at Gaz’s inner thigh. Exposing Gaz to the sensation as it slowly crept down. Making Gaz wriggle in eagerness, hitching his hips if possible for even an inch closer to that imminent pleasure.

Roach was not above teasing his partner, he had done such things in the past. But perhaps he took pity on how needy Gaz was for the toy and his kiss, so he did not pause or mock Gaz any more than he already had. The toy making an imminent landing to vibrate against Gaz’s throbbing dick.

Gaz whimpered into Roach’s mouth, grateful for finally getting what he needed most - outside of Roach himself, of course. His body twitched as ripples of hot pleasure coursed through him as the toy rolled his hard tdick at a steady, delicious pace.

Their kiss was very quickly turning into Roach pecking at Gaz’s open mouth, as moan after moan soon brokered past so he could no longer reciprocate Roach’s affections. His climax inching closer with every second.

Roach, one hand busy holding the wand aloft, could not sign. Nor would Gaz doubtfully be able to see it, head rolled back and eyes shut tight. Instead, Roach wrote on Gaz’s naked chest over his heart with the tip of his finger.

Pretty. Good. This praise was then sent straight to Gaz’s dick, making his toes curl and forcing his limbs to strain against the ropes again. Making dull stinging pain mix with pleasure.

Cum. Do it. For me. 

Gaz did not need Roach to say much else, gritting his teeth and tensing his muscles as his first orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave. His legs squeezed shut, forcing Roach’s hand in place and pressing the toy on his cock. Small crescendos happening thereafter as he rode his orgasm out until overstimulation had him finally pulling away.

As Gaz grew limp, there was a click as the wand was turned off. Roach’s hands touched near where the rope bit into Gaz’s skin. Soothing the area around and encouraging blood flow as Gaz’s heart steadied again.

There was then a soft tap of hand against his outer thigh, Roach attracting Gaz’s floating attention back to him. Gaz obeyed, although his eyes were still half-lidded and his head was still light as air.

“Ok to move on? Do you need a break or want me to undo the ropes?”

Gaz put the effort in to shake his head. “‘M good, love. Just needing a moment to catch my breath. I want to keep going, though.”

“Good,” Roach said with his everpresent kind smile mirroring his satisfaction. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Gaz let out a huff, “What do you think?” Then wiggling his hips a little as he spread his legs. Displaying his cock and slick cunt.

Roach’s smile curled into an excited grin. “Next round ok?”

“Green as grass,” Gaz said, licking his lips. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Roach audibly snickered, adoring how his lover’s ever-visible eagerness. Going between Gaz’s legs, he held his fake cock in hand. Rubbing the length against Gaz’s lips, gathering up slick and awakening the hungry flames in Gaz’s belly once more.

Gaz watched onwards, biting his lower lips as Roach rubbed the tip against his engorged clit. Forcing out a grunt outwardly, the bud of nerves still so sensitive. Roach seemed to catch on, not lingering long before aligning the head with Gaz’s entrance.

Pressing inside, Gaz let out a gasp at the intrusion. His walls squeezing but welcoming Roach’s cock inside. Filling him up until it was down to the hilt. Roach paused, letting Gaz enjoy just how full he felt. Relishing the slight stretch and pull that Roach’s cock provided.

Once Gaz seemed eager to carry on, eyes steadying and looking to Roach with a newly invigorated hunger, Roach started moving. Hands-on both of Gaz’s knees, Roach rocked his hips back and forth. Inching in and out at a slow, dragged-out pace. Pressing right to that perfect spot that had Gaz gasping and shivering around him.

Roach’s eyes were warm but dark with hunger, watching Gaz soon melt once more into pleasure, soaking up the sight of Gaz’s pretty body held together only by rope. His eyes travelled down to where they met. Pale, nude silicone, wrapped in Gaz’s dark slickened lips. Taking him in so well, so desperately. Reluctant to let go with each unsheathing. Biting his lip as he noticed the slight bulging of Gaz’s stomach. Where Roach’s cock pushed slightly upwards to be visible under muscle and skin.

Roach felt his own briefs grow ever soaked with his own juices, so turned on by making Gaz feel so good. Aroused by how much trust Gaz gave him and how much pleasure he gave back to him in turn. It made his chest ache and heart soar, moving him emotionally even amongst his arousal.

“R-Roach, hah- love, ‘m close. Just a bit quicker, an’ I’ll cum. Fuck, you’re so good to me, bug. Ngh- So deep inside, god- your driving my mad, bug.” 

The praise was like molten lava in Roach’s veins, warming his insides and making his own cock ache under the strap and soaked briefs. Determined to ensure Gaz came, without even touching his clit, Roach obeyed Gaz’s pleading.

Roach’s hands moved from his knees to his hips, holding at his sides and tugging him onto his cock as his thrusts quickened. The snapping of Roach’s hips against Gaz’s ass, as well as Gaz’s sweet moans and cries was a chorus of music in Roach’s ears. Making him even hum, as he fucked into Gaz with erotic fervor wanting to see Gaz come undone on his cock. Making him cum again and again, bringing him all the bliss and pleasure he so rightfully deserved. After trusting him with his ropes, being such a good sport, and being patient in his learning. So open-minded and eager from the beginning. 

Gaz soon came again, letting out a long moan as his body stiffened once more, legs squeezing at Roach’s sides and body quivering as his second orgasm washed over him.

Roach was kind and pulled himself out after a few moments into the afterglow, letting Gaz come down from on high and enjoy the sense of fullness just a little bit more before it left him.

Gaz lay limp on the bed, still restrained by pink ropes, thighs wet with slick and forehead glistening with sweat. Letting his mind go comfortably blank as Roach moved somewhere nearby.

Unbuckling his strap and abandoning his underwear, Roach was near Gaz again. Kissing sweet kisses to either of his cheeks, making Gaz sigh in contentment. His hands kind and careful on his surely over sensitive skin. Undoing Gaz’s bindings until Gaz’s limbs flopped free and loose. Legs stretched out and hands weakly reaching up to hold Roach’s head close. Softly tugging him to kiss him on the lips, needing silent, loving affirmation as Roach kindly rubbed life back into Gaz’s tender arms and legs.

Eventually, once his body had cooled and his breaths calmed, Gaz asked, “What about you? You want me to give you some attention?”

Roach gave him a shake of ‘no’, “I’m fine. You must be tired.”

Gaz frowned, “Not enough to not get you off. C’mon Roach, let me help you.” Roach bit his lip, seemably tempted but torn. Perhaps worried he was overworking his lover. “Bug, I want to see you enjoy yourself too. Do it for me? Please?” His sincerity was obvious and Roach could never deny those handsome, begging eyes.

“Okay but if you feel tired we can stop at any time.” 

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll be taking me to my happy place, Roachy. Between those thighs.” His eyes lowered to the still simmering heat between Roach’s thighs.

Roach let out a huff, catching on to what Gaz would like to do. “Fine. Call it your treat, since you were so well-behaved.”

Gaz actually snorted, lowering himself until he lay fully on the bed. “You can tell I love you, because I only behave for you.”

Both of them had giggled then, soft and warm. Exchanging a kiss before Roach got up on his knees and lowered his own hot heat to Gaz’s hungry lips and tongue. Taking Gaz to just where he belonged.

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To Do (Me) List - Gaz/Price

GAZ WEEK 2023 - SEXTING

Gaz is out at the shops when he receives a text from Price. It appears this Sunday morning Price woke to begin causing mischief.

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Contains: NSFW, Sexting & erections in public,

It was mid-morning on a Sunday and Gaz found himself walking down the aisles at the local grocery store. Basket in one hand, phone in the other as he looked over his shopping list.

He usually went on these outings with Price, relishing how they would hold hands as they walked past the shelves. Talking quietly to each other as they went through their list, debating over brands and wondering over pricing.

The only reason Gaz was alone on this trip was that he had wanted Price to sleep in. Sunday was the one day Price swore off from any work, unless he drastically needed more time to complete things. Which had been the case for the past two weeks. Now, finally, Price had forsworn to not touch a single paper or pen so help him god. So, in an attempt to allow Price all the rest he needed, he had left Price still asleep in bed to go to the shops. 

They had needed supplies anyway, just a few essentials like bread and milk. Gaz was even considering going all out and getting Price a whole breakfast and lunch to bring home with him, although he had not yet decided what to get.

Gaz paused in the bread aisle, looking over the selection and wondering if he should go freshly baked or presliced. Still debating over which, his phone suddenly went off in his hand. Making him pause to look.

John: Where are you?

Gaz couldn’t help but smile, clearly he had woken up and noted him missing from bed. He only hoped he hadn’t worried Price too much with his absence.

Kyle: Shops

Simple, Gaz was just hovering over taking a packet of sliced whole wheat when another text came.

Price: Shame. The beds cold

Gaz let out a small chuckle, forgetting how clingy and grumpy the older man was first thing in the morning. Deciding to play into it, he responded.

Kyle: I wont be long. Just picking up some things, we were low on milk. Need anything?

Gaz saw Price pause to reply, so Gaz had looked away and took the packaged bread from the shelf into his basket. But then he started to ponder over the fresh loaf again since it would be perfect for breakfast in bed for Price.

Speaking of, there was another buzz to notify another text. Then another soon after.

John: No. Just you.

There was then an attached picture that made Gaz audibly splutter as he beheld it. It was a picture of Price’s chest downwards, lounging in bed with the sheets kicked aside. He wore the same grey boxers Gaz had left him in but a visible tenting was occurring in the crotch. One of Price’s large, veined hands holding at the clothed base.

Gaz felt his skin warm and arousal pool in his lower stomach. Holy shit.

Price rarely sent things like this. In fact, it was usually Gaz who sent implicit or straight-up elicit pictures during the daylight hours, aiming for a reaction. Price was so used to the habit that he had Gaz’s messages on silent during the working hours. Knowing if it was an emergency, Gaz would call. But nearly all texts were crude and inappropriate for work.

To have that Price, sending something like this had Gaz snatching the fresh bread up and dumping it into his basket, not realising he now had two loafs. His thumbs immediatley on the screen keyboard and typing.

Kyle: Damn John

It was a bit of a dumb thing to say in response to a half-hidden dick pic, but at least it was an honest reaction. 

To Gaz’s relief and horror, Price was quick to respond.

John: You going to help me?

Gaz felt himself biting his bottom lip. God, did he want to. But he was in the middle of shopping and still had several things to pick up.

Kyle: I can’t I need to finish shopping

Price: Suit yourself

It was a cold and very clearly dissatisfied reply and Gaz sighed. Boy, what a heart attack.

Thinking he was in the clear, he tucked his phone away as he walked to the milk fridge. Trying to ignore the slight chub in his pants, he did his best to focus on the task at hand. Price was a patient man, he would surely be able to-

There was another vibration from Gaz’s pocket and felt an immediate inkling of dread as he pulled out his phone. Price had sent another attachment, no message.

Curious, Gaz opened the attachment.

For context, Gaz was a young man and usually had the forethought to have his phone on silent when out in public. Clearly, he had forgotten to do so, as, when he opened the video it was audible. Not loud, but the noise was discernable to a few nearby people as the distinct noise of Price jerking off played through the speaker.

Gaz swore and hurriedly silenced the damn thing, not without attracting a few questioning looks from an elderly couple and a teenage staff member stocking shelves. Gaz felt the burn of embarrassment, hurriedly getting a jug of milk - not realising it was skim, not full cream - and retreated to a quiet aisle.

Now out of sight, Gaz, rather stupidly, reopened the video.

It was still of that same view, Price’s abdomen downwards but his briefs were gone. And it was a sight for eager eyes.

Price’s hand was on his own cock, fingers squeezing in a firm grip as he dragged from tip to base. Gaz could almost here the video - although he was certain it was on silent - Price eliciting sweet, shiver-inducing grunts with each pass of his hand. The slick noises and grunts being more than enough to be inappropriate even without the visual. 

God, the visual.

Gaz could probably stare at the sight for hours. How Price’s broad chest and stomach rose in quickened breaths. How his thick, hairy thighs tensed in pleasure. How, at one point, a dribbling of pre glistened at the tip and slid down the shaft over Price’s hand.

Gaz could have probably watched it for ages if it wasn't for the sound of a trolly entering his deserted aisle. Forcing him to close the video to see the message conversation, hurriedly hiding his growing erection with his basket as a tired-looking nurse in scrubs walked past.

Still hiding the nearly fully sprout arousal, Gaz furiously texted out a message.

Kyle: Jesus John, you trying to kill me?

Price: Perhaps. You coming home or what?

Gaz quickly checked his list. He just needed to go to the butchers, then he was home free.

Kyle: Just give me 5 min I’m almost done

Price: Alright, but I’m not making any promises

Gaz took that as a threat, knowing full well that Price would have a fun time on his own if Gaz didn’t hurry the fuck up. Cursing under his breath, Gaz raced at speed-walking pace to the butcher’s section of the shop.

To Gaz’s silent misery, there was a cue. Two customers, waiting patiently for the one older butcher to complete orders. Gaz would have given up but Price’s favorite cut of bacon was sold there and if he was going to commit to this breakfast-in-bed ordeal, then dammit, he would commit .

So while he waited, Gaz went on his phone. Mindlessly scrolling throughsocial media, thankful his arousal was cooling down enough to not be visible anymore. Just as he was waiting next in line, Gaz got another notification from Price.

Gaz looked around, ensuring no unsuspecting hangers-on could see before daringly opening the message screen. 

Price: Want you inside, Kyle. Can’t wait much longer

Along with the already jaw-dropping message was a picture. Price had positioned his camera without his hands, positioning himself with his legs spread and ass held open with his hands. His hole completely visible and already slickened with lube, widened from their previous night’s activities. Gaz felt himself harden again, felt how his jeans squeezed at his hardening cock as he examined each and every pixel of that damn photo. Fuck, he had to get home. Even such a delicious picture would surely not be as good as the real thing.

God, the real thing . Gaz could almost imagine it now. The hot, flushing heat as he pushed in. How Price would squeeze and tense around and below him. Would coo and hum out Gaz’s name like it was his favorite word. The pure filth of slapping skin and heaving breath as Gaz fucked into Price’s ass with hungered fury, leaving Price breathless and near keening. Praising him for being such a good boy, his good boy. Being so kind as to allow Gaz to cum inside, letting him paint his walls with his-

“Sir, order?”

Gaz gasped as he was snapped out of his lewd imaginings to look at the butcher.

“Uh- Um, yes!” Gaz blustered, fumbling with his phone and almost dropping it as he closed Price’s immodesty to find his list. “Er-Um, let’s see uh-” 

Eventually, Gaz gave his order, embarrassing himself in front of the butcher and a few other customers who watched his rather pathetic mumblings. Gladly taking the paper-wrapped package, Gaz wasted no more time. Going through express checkout with his hands in his jacket pocket and pushing the ends of which down to hide an erection that was not planning on leaving.

Thanking himself for parking near the entrance, he raced to his car and got in. Making quick work of driving the less than 2 minutes home, safely. But with more than one shortcut as he couldn’t stand waiting at red lights on the main route.

Parking right outside Price’s house, Gaz was a hurried blurr of a horny mess as he got his keys and bag of shopping before speeding to the door. Just outside, rearranging his hands to unlock the door, to his horror, the keys slipped and fell to the ground.

Gaz almost wanted to groan, so desperate to get inside and have at his older partner who may surely be needing him still. Grasping for his keys, Gaz was so tempted to shout to Price’s bedroom window that he was nearly there and to please, please , don’t finish.

The door finally unlocked, Gaz abandoned his shopping on the counter and ran up the stairs. Forgetting about his jacket or shoes and opening the bedroom door.

Price was on the bed, hand between his legs as he fingered himself open. Pausing as he saw Gaz come in.

Price frowned, “Where the bloody hell have you been? Get over here.” He ordered although pink cheeks and out-of-paced breaths contradicted the bite in his tone.

“Yes sir,” Gaz said agreeably, not even bothering to strip. Going straight to the bed and climbing atop.

“Hurry,” Price said in a hastened but eager voice, legs welcoming Gaz between them.

Watching eagerly as Gaz pulled his cock out and stroked himself a few times to reach pure fullness. No foreplay, no teasing, Gaz aligned himself and pushed inside.

Both men gasped as bliss overtook them. Barely even pausing for a second, barely even savoring it before Gaz began to move.

Fucking into Price with eager fervour, hands at the older man’s waist to keep him steady and making each thrust smooth. Pressing in until the hilt, hitting that most pleasing of spots that made Price almost yelp each time.

Price must have built himself up a sizable amount before Gaz arrived, needing only a few moments of fevered thrusts before he was warning Gaz.

“‘M close. Kyle, I’m close. Fuck, don’t fucking stop. Even after I cum don’t stop till you finish, alrigh’? You’ll be a good boy for me and cum inside, ok? Be good and take everything that you need.”

Gaz could only nod, his brain half melted by pleasure as he just kept going. Hips slapping against lower thighs gasps and groans unrestrained and unabashed.

Price did not even reach to touch his ignored, irritated cock. Cumming untouched with just Gaz’s deep, pleasurably strokes to guide him through. The older man’s hands holding- no grasping onto Gaz’s hips. Tugging him, urging him to go deeper with each thrust even as his climax had him crashing.

Wanting to obey, wanting to take what was his, Gaz pushed Price’s legs forward. Knowing Price’s flexibility, he bent Price into a mating press mounted half on top and fucked into him, unbidden and selfishly taking what he wanted. Having at Price as he had wanted to all the way home from the shops. Paying him back for embarrassing him in public, risking people seeing him in an unpleasantly aroused state.

Gaz came not long after, whining Price’s name and soothed by soft croonings from his partner. “Good lad. So good for me. You fucked me so well, take what you want. Fill me up and make me all yours. That’s it. Good boy.”

Gaz spilled inside and painted Price’s walls with his seed. The bedroom quickly fell silent apart from harsh breaths as Gaz stilled. Giving both of them a moment to calm and relax, Gaz slowly pulled away and out. Leaning over to kiss at Price’s cheek and forehead that was slickened with cooling sweat.

“Jesus, for an old man you sure have a youthful libido.” Gaz said teasingly.

Price snorted, kicking at Gaz to get off him. “Piss off, need a shower.”

“Go ahead. I’ll make you breakfast.” Gaz said as he got to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants.

Price smiled, “You’re too kind. You spoil this old man.” His smile then disappeared as he noticed Kyle’s attire, still wearing jeans, jumper, jacket and shoes. “Did you just fuck me, in your shoes, on our BED?!”

Gaz - having been lust blind and not even thinking to strip before arriving by Price’s side - looked down at himself. “Ah, shit. My bad, John.”

“You’re bad- You probably got dirt all over our bed!”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass! Get the bed cleaned!”

“What about breakfast?” Gaz said, eyes softening in a pleading look to fight back against Price’s annoyance.

“That can wait.” Price said with gritted teeth as he got to his feet. “Bed first, then breakfast.”

Gaz sighed, visibly moping. “Yes, sir.” 

Price must have taken pity, his irritation ebbing to step close and kiss him on the forehead. “And don’t go out on your own next time. Wait for me, you young ones are so impatient.”

Gaz could only laugh, following his partner’s demands and getting a clean set of sheets.

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A Night To Remember - Soap/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - PUBLIC SEX

Soap and Gaz decide to go out when they meet up during their leave. Intending to go out and support each other in finding someone to take home with them . . . but they decide there is another way to enjoy each other's company.

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Contains: Use of alcohol (tipsy), public sex & voyeurism

Gaz and Soap had decided to meet up while they were both on leave.

Gaz had three more days on his, visiting his parents and dropping by Edinburgh to see an old friend. And Soap had just landed and was taking some personal time before heading up north to visit his family.

Soap, having escaped to the city often since his teens, said he had to take Gaz to his favorite gay bar downtown.

“Ye’re tellin’ me ye haven’t hooked up at all while ye’ve been away?” The Scot had asked, not hiding his genuine shock.

“Try not to rub it in, would you.” Gaz said with a sigh of disappointment. “I tried goin’ on apps but got nowhere. Figured I’d go dry.”

Soap had grinned then, promising they’d go out and he’d make sure they both got their dicks wet. Gaz was skeptical but could never deny an invite from his friend. 

So, the two had dressed in their best clubbing attire and met outside the venue. Gaz was in tight black pants with a handsome purple short-sleeve button-up, all his chest on display until the last button before it was tucked in under his belt and pants. And Soap wore ripped and torn jeans, tightened to his waist with a thick black belt. His chest pretty much bare except for the thin mesh black top. 

“Dressing to impress me, are you?” Gaz had smiled as they waited to get inside.

Soap had smirked then, “Yes. Is it working?”

Gaz let his eyes linger on his hairy chest and stomach, muscles defined and skin warm and tan. “Very.” He said simply with a sly smile.

Soap had looked chuffed, sticking close by Gaz’s side for the rest of the wait, shoulders often brushing.

The two sergeants had hooked up in the past, mostly because of lack of ass on base but also pure boredom. They were nothing serious and weren’t planning on being anything more than friends who sometimes slept together. They just got a kick out of it. Flirting, toying and playing with each other. Trust, arousal, and amusement make a very enjoyable combination. 

Gaz had a suspicion he was getting laid tonight, whether it was a random clubgoer or Soap remained to be seen. Either way, he was excited to get into the club.

The bar was loud and dark except for flashing disco lights. Already crowded with people either milling to talk or swaying away on the dance floor. Shots and drinks were quickly skulled until Gaz and Soap were both drunk with liquid courage and took to the dance floor.

The next few hours were a lot of fun, the music was good and the company wonderful. Even with the lack of interesting people surrounding them. That was not to say Gaz and Soap were not being hit on, but none of them were particularly attractive or charming enough to get more out of the sergeants than a quick dance or acceptance of a free drink.

Once there was a lull in the music, the two retreated to a quieter section of the bar. Sitting close on a worn, leather couch that was pushed to a far wall.

Soap had dropped down on the couch and sighed, “Ah’m starting to believe there isn’t any stunners in here except for us.”

Gaz nodded with sad agreement. “I know, ‘bit of a downer really.”

Soap snorted, nudging Gaz, “Don’t act too disappointed. Ye got me after all!”

Gaz looked Soap up and down for what was surely the tenth time tonight. Soaking in the view of Soap’s sweat-glistening body. His hair plastered to his head and the mesh of his top clinging to his chest. He was still out of breath from dancing but it looked effortless. And there was that glint of excitement in his eyes that always had Gaz on his toes.

Gaz grinned. “You’re right you know, I do have you.”

Sick of waiting for someone else to make a move on either himself or Soap, eyes having often stared at Soap as he danced, grinned and laughed. Gaz thought there was nothing wrong with going with the familiar option.

He leaned over and, with one hand holding Soap’s chin, kissed him. It was a simple, hungry press of lips. Offering but not demanding.

Soap gladly took the invite immediately, barely leaving Gaz to wait a single moment more before he pushed back in the kiss. Both of his warm, calloused hands reaching out and cupping Gaz’s face to keep him close.

They moved on the couch so that their faces and chests facing each other while their outer thighs touched. Both of their hands clutching to keep themselves close. Having a taste at just what they had missed for the past few months since their last encounter.

Gaz loved how Soap kissed. Eagerly and unashamed. Tongue pressing to join lips, unabashed to gasp when Gaz bit at his lip or pulled at the back of his mohawk to reposition. He was so reactive, so excepting. Gaz felt himself getting hard quickly as they sat, making out on the couch.

Soap seemed just as aroused. Moving from Gaz’s side to climb onto his lap. Uncaring when he pressed his own clothed erection flush against Gaz’s.

If anything, it encouraged the Scot. Letting out a heedy sigh through his nose, his arms draping over Gaz’s shoulders. His hips then ground down, rubbing the two of them together.

Gaz gasped, letting his lips abandon Soap’s even when he chased after them. “S-Seriously? Here?” Asking as he knew just what Soap was planning on doing if Gaz did not reel him in.

“Why not?” Soap said in a loudened whisper in his ear, smirk ever audible. “Even if someone sees, they should call ‘emselves lucky to see hotties like us havin’ at it.”

Gaz had the thought to object, concerned to be caught or worse asked to leave. But Soap was looking at him with that goading look in his eyes. Ever the Scot’s willing accomplice and fuck, was he so horny now. Just those few brushes of heat against heat getting him to full mast. It would be painful to evacuate, especially in the now achingly restricted pants he wore.

Gaz bit his bottom lip as he took his hands to either side of Soap’s hips. How could he ever even try to resist him? 

“Make it quick,” Gaz said in a low huff.

Soap’s grin was wide and bright, “Oh, don’t worry I won’t keep ye’ waitin’.”

He then rolled his hips, using his body weight to rub their erections together. His mouth smothering Gaz’s lips with open kisses even as they both groaned for the other with each thrust of Soap’s hips.

“F-Fuck,” Gaz grimaced, his hands squeezing at Soap’s waist. “Y-You’re insane.”

“And ye’ like me all the more for it.” Soap said gruffly back. 

Soap quickened his pace, now almost in tandem with the thudding of the club’s music. The base rhythm vibrated through Gaz’s bones whilst Soap ground down onto him with delicious eagerness.

It wasn’t enough. Gaz wanted more. Wanted to touch Soap all over with his fingers, tongue and whatever else. He could feel himself nearing his end but he did not want it to finish here. If he was going to have at it with John ‘Soap’ Mactavish, he didn’t want an appetizer, he wanted the whole damn meal.

“Not . . . Not yet, John. I- ngh, I want more,” Gaz whimpered, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at a particularly good grind.

“What?” John said, holding at Gaz’s chin to steady his face so he was forced to look at him. “Ye’ think this’ll be it? Oh, don’t worry Kyle , the night’s only just beginning.” Gaz audibly whimpered at that, grateful when Soap’s lips were on his, giving him something to focus on outside of the building pleasure with each of Soap’s thrusts.

Part of Gaz wished he could step outside of himself. Imagining how erotic they must look, both sweaty and hungry. Hands feverish as they clutched at the other, their lips a frenzy of kisses and soft bites. God, he knew they looked amazing and he felt himself inching ever closer to release thinking about the other occupants of the club watching them. Seeing Soap grind down into Gaz’s lap like an animal in heat, watching as all Gaz could do was melt from the pleasurable attention.

“Fuck - John, ah- Soap,I’m-” Gaz gasped out a warning, his hands traveling further behind Soap to grope and tug at Soap’s ass. Urging him to quicken, to hurry. 

He was so close he was sure Soap could taste it on his tongue, both not so much even kissing now but gasping into each other’s mouths. Sharing heated, muffled air.

“It’s ok, Kyle,” Soap soothed, his voice harsh from hurried breaths. His pretty blue eyes glittering as they watched Gaz in a crow-eyed smile. “I’m close too. Go on. Hah- wanna see. Wanna see ye’ cum in those cute pants of yours.”

Gaz whimpered and groaned, wriggling his hips. Each breathy word of Soap’s only pushing him closer to the edge.  Gaz could only repeat Soap’s name, growing more pleading with each utterance as he clawed at Soap’s hips for just that little more.

“Ye’ looked so gorgeous out there Gaz. Ah cannae keep mah’ eyes of ye’. Ah’ was half hopin’ no one would approach ye’ just so you’d be stuck with little ol’ me. Ah’m so glad I got my hands on ye’.” Gaz groaned loudly at all this, it all being so overwhelming as he let his head roll back on his shoulders.

“Go on,” Soap goaded, “Lemme see. Yer so gorgeous Gaz, lemme see ye cum. C’mon pretty boy, come for me. Please, Kyle.”

Gaz was already peaking over the edge before this, but his orgasm rocked him all the more. The compliments making the rivulets of pleasure spasm through him all the sweeter as he came hard. Cumming inside his pants and in his briefs, surely staining the front, and would soon be visible for all to see.

But Gaz could not give two shits about that. Even as his end was still wracking waves of ecstasy through him, his hands still tugged and pulled Soap to continue. His warm brown eyes half open, mouth gasping for air as he got to watch Soap finish a few seconds after.

The Scot’s eyebrows furrowing and his jaw clenching as his movements finally stuttered to a halt. A wriggle of pleasure in the back of his mind as he thought about how Soap’s mess would be far more difficult to hide in washed-out jeans.

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Mid Mission Mischief - Ghost/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - STUCK IN A SMALL SPACE

Things go slightly array when Gaz and Ghost have to get under a desk to hide from some guards mid mission. Kyle's body reacts form being in such close proximity with his superior.

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Contains: NSFW, tight space, sex during a mission

Gaz and Ghost were in an office. The boss of a smuggling ring’s office, to be exact. One who was in charge of a weapon dealing op the 141 was trying to eradicate. Whilst the enemies main forces were out, the two-person team snuck in.

Gaz was looking through the shelves, drawers, and on top of the desk to look for any further proof of other activity while Ghost watched the door. This base was almost completely analog to Gaz’s horror, meaning he was looking through paperwork and meaningless files, hoping he could find a scrap of info.

“Sir, I’m not findin’ anything,” Gaz said, showing his frustration as he looked at Ghost.

Ghost did not hide a roll of his eyes, “Use your eyes, Garrick. It ain’t hard.”

“I am, sir.” Gaz hissed, gesturing to the piles of papers. “But there’s nothing of note. Just borin’ reports and bank statements.”

Ghost did not hide a frustrated huff as he walked to Gaz at the desk, “Fine. I’ll look. You take door-”

Just at that moment, the doorknob moved. Both men darted their heads to see it. Then, before Gaz could react, Ghost had jumped over the desk and pulled Gaz under it with him.

Gaz was slammed to the ground with a faint thud. Half lying down with his legs splayed along the ratted carpet and back against the side wall of the desk. Ghost was above him, kneeling with his back hunched to fit. It was a stroke of luck they were hiding under an executive-style desk, with drawers on either side and a wall on the opposite end from where the owner would stand. Hiding their presence from the new arrivals unless they circled the room.

Both of them listened as the door creaked open and five distinct sets of footsteps entered. Gaz shifted just a little, pulling his legs closer on either side of Ghost to ensure they would not be seen from the outside. Gaz then looked up, viewing just how crammed into the space they were.

Ghost was a large, towering man and Gaz was not much better. It was a cramped space under the desk and Ghost was close. VERY close.

The lieutenant’s back was hunkered but it was still brushing the roof of the desk, his large shoulders almost as wide too. He would have struggled to hide under here even without Gaz. So it was no wonder he felt so close. Large hands pressed to the wall by Gaz’s head, face close to his but looking away to listen to the voices in the room. One of Ghost’s knees between Gaz’s legs and another on his right.

Perhaps it was Gaz’s racing adrenalin but he found his breathing quickening, his heart beginning to race. Still being quiet, those deeper breaths meant he could smell Ghost closer like this. He smelled of gunpowder, oil grease, and something more, a something more that had Gaz growing hot under the collar. It was a musk that he had caught once or twice before that had him spinning. 

It made him think of Ghost in the gym, glistening with sweat and grunting as he lifted weights. How the muscles tightened and squeezed in strain, how the veins grew distinct above the skin.

Fuck. Gaz realized he was getting turned on. 

He bit his lip, unconsciously moving a little to adjust to the slight constriction of his pants and accidentally brushing against Ghost’s knee, letting slip a faint gasp.

Ghost’s reaction was immediate, reaching out and pushing a gloved hand against his mouth silencing him. The guards immediately seemed to notice but were unsure of where it came from, looking but not bothering to circle the whole room just yet.

Gaz felt himself shiver as he realized Ghost’s eyes were on him. Warm, bright brown eyes. Staring at him amongst the black of his mask. It was then, to Gaz’s horror that his superior looked down. Seeing, very clearly, Gaz’s half-pitched tent in his pants.

Gaz squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his skin wriggle and burn with embarrassment. What must Ghost be thinking? 

He was probably confused, annoyed, maybe even disgusted.

Gaz didn’t want to look, maybe if he kept his eyes closed for long enough, Ghost would disappear. Or that he would wake up and it would be revealed to be just a terrible dream.

Instead, he felt something touch him between his legs, forcing out another noise that was well muffled by the thick, worn fabric of Ghost’s gloves. Gaz had also opened his eyes in surprise, looking to see Ghost’s other hand there. Touching at his bulge with the skeletal patterned glove.

Gaz’s eyes shot to Ghost's, surprise making him freeze even as his cock twitched at his superior’s touch. A shiver coursed down his body when he realized Ghost was still looking at him. Watching him. His hand was now cupping at him, squeezing experimentally and watching each fidget or grunt that came with it.

Gaz was confused but weirdly excited by it. The thrill of the men still in the room, discussing and talking, whilst Ghost groped him under the desk. Gloved hand still pressed to his mouth, stopping any noise. Those eyes, watching his every move and reaction. It was no surprise then when Gaz soon became fully hard and uncomfortable under his fatigues.

Gaz tried his best to stay still, as although his mouth had been silenced, any rustle of clothes, friction against carpet, or bumps on wood would alert their location. But he couldn’t help it, finding himself shuffling and bucking into Ghost’s generous hand. Wanting more. More of his touch. More of his warmth.

By some miracle, the visitors seemed satisfied by their half-hearted surveillance of the room and left, shutting the door behind them. It was only then that Ghost released Gaz’s mouth.

Gaz gasped for a breath of air before starting to speak. “Hah- What’s your deal, touchin’ me like that? Give a bloke a warning!”

“So you weren’t enjoyin’ it then?” Ghost asked, tone matter of fact.

“Wha- No, I mean . . . What do you think?” Gaz blustered, allowing his voice to be emotive but hushed. “As I said, at least give us a warning or somethin’ before you start gettin’ handsy.”

“My bad,” Ghost said with a hint of sincerity through the cold, even as his hand still lingered on Gaz’s hidden cock. “I just couldn’t resist. It’s not every day a pretty bloke like you thinks I’m attractive.”

Gaz let out a frustrated huff, “Oh please, you’re more than just ‘attractive’.”

“Oh? What am I then?”

“A distraction.” Gaz snapped, gritting his teeth as Ghost squeezed at him, softly punishing him for the insult.

“Well, this distraction might just leave you to dry if you don’t play nice, Garrick.” Ghost said with a tone of warning.

Gaz bit his lip for a moment, reading in Ghost’s eyes a look of seriousness underlaid with his own hedonistic need. “What did you have in mind, then?”

. . .

Gaz kept to the same spot under the desk, neck beginning to cramp and legs half bent to fit the length of space under the desk. His pants were undone and his cock freed but constricted instead inside Ghost.

Ghost sat on top, still hunched to not hit the roof of the desk, on his knees with his pants shoved off completely. One hand kept Gaz’s lower abdomen still, forcing Gaz not to move and thrust upwards further into Ghost’s addictive heat. The other hand had returned to Gaz’s mouth, covering both nose and mouth. Muffling most noise and restricting Gaz’s already uneven breaths.

It was all something Gaz would never forget, Ghost lifting his hips and dropping down. Taking Gaz’s cock in full, how his own hard on bounced by his stomach. Head red and left unattended. Mask resolutely still hiding his features but eyes heavy lidded and dark with pleasure. That wasn’t even all. Ghost was also talking to Gaz, speaking to him as he rode and ground into him with salacious rolls of his hips that dragged a groan from Gaz each and everytime.

“You’re lucky you’re a handsome lad, Kyle.” Ghost whispered, voice rasped but rich, forcing Gaz to shiver as he heard his own name. “I wouldn’t just let anybody put their cock in, y’know?”

Gaz hummed against Ghost’s hand. His own grip at his lieutenant’s waist, almost useless as they tugged and pulled. Silently pleading Ghost to quicken or slow. But Ghost never obeyed, using Gaz’s cock for his own enjoyment more than anything else.

“Fuck, you suit this well, Garrick. Letting people enjoy this good dick of yours and watch your pretty face get all messed up.”

Gaz felt himself twitch inside Ghost, flattered immensely by the praise.

“I’d ride you all day if I could. Keep you all to myself and take your cock until you’re numb from it.” Ghost said with an audible grin as he spoke, squeezing around Gaz’s sensitive cock and forcing out a whimper from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be at my mercy and let me take whatever I want from you, huh?”

Ghost lifted up and slammed back down, Gaz reflexively wanting to lift his hips to burrow deeper but that strong, stern hand at his stomach stilled him. Making him groan in need and want. 

He was getting close now, knew it was only a matter of time.

Gaz would have tried to stave it off, perhaps offer Ghost’s some assistance with his own abandoned erection but he was pinned and enjoying this whole encounter far too much to ask to change.

He could only squeeze his fingers into Ghost’s pale, scarred hips in warning. Eyes looking into Ghost’s pleadingly, asking - no begging for him to let him finish. Ghost wasn’t cruel but it would not surprise Gaz if edging him was yet another mirthful tactic Ghost wanted to employ.

But Ghost seemed unbothered by Gaz’s pending release, almost pleased.

“Go on then,” Ghost grunted, his own breaths coming unsteady huffs as the exertion of riding Gaz was now getting to him.

“I’d love to see a looker like you cum. Bet you look right pretty, teary-eyed and flushed. I’m lookin’ forward to seeing it. C’mon, Kyle. Be a good, pretty boy for me. You can even cum inside if you like. You’ll just have to promise to clean me up when we get back.”

The idea of eating Ghost’s ass out, tasting his own cum on his tongue as he finally got his chance to make Ghost moan, had Gaz finally spilling over. His hips bucking and humping up into Ghost in needy, pathetic thrusts. Seeming to gratify Ghost as he hummed a heavy tone as he watched. Eyes slanted in a dark, pleased smile that had Gaz’s cock ache all the more.

But Ghost did not stop. The grinding of his hips was unrelenting. Needy to the point of maddening. Fucking himself on Gaz’s cock even as the sergeant soon felt overstimulated and raw.

Not enough for true discomfort but enough to make him struggle against Ghost’s loosening hands. But it was half-hearted, eyes still watching as Ghost needed his own finish. 

Gaz wished he could see Ghost’s face, wished to see the pale skin colour red and watch his mouth open in keening gasps that he could tortuously hear through the cloth and prosthetic skull. 

All he could do was watch. Watch Ghost take his own cock in hand and jerk it hungrily, pulling himself closer and closer with every roll or jerk until he finally finished. Pearly white strips spilling into Ghost’s black-gloved hand and onto Gaz’s shirt. Gaz may have thought to complain about the mess but was far too busy enjoying the view. His own cock starting to stiffen a little at how eagerly Ghost had chased his own release with him still inside.

After both men had caught their breath and were certain no more visitors would come to the room, they finally separated. Gaz not helping but only watched as Ghost pulled his pants back up, knowing full well Gaz’s cum was surely slowly seeping out and dribbling down his thighs. Fuck, Gaz really wished he could see it.

Gaz was just getting to his feet when he noticed something. 

On the underside of the table appeared to be a loosened screw, hidden from open view but near enough to the end of the desk to be reachable by someone who sat before it. Curious, Gaz pulled at it. And with a faint click, a small compartment opened.

Miniscule enough to not fit pieces of paper, it was the perfect size for a USB stick. Clearly, these targets weren’t complete Luddites’s after all.

Gaz was grinning as he got to his feet. “Sir, I think I got what we were lookin’ for.” Holding out the item to Ghost.

Ghost seemed, almost, surprised. Taking it and safely storing it in a pocket on his belt.

“Nicely done, Garrick.” His eyes then lowered a little, “You’re flies undone by the way.”

“Shit,” Gaz swore, hurriedly fixing the last sight of undress. “Not goin’ to give me a reward, sir?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve got something in mind. Once we get back to base, of course.” Gaz could see a flicker of something almost like mischief in those dark brown eyes. “Now then, let's get out of this shithole.”

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Admiring Admittance - Ghost/Gaz/Soap

GAZ WEEK 2023 - BODYWORSHIP

Gaz feels self-conscious and unattractive after eyeing up his two boyfriends in the gym one day. Not to worry, Ghost and Soap have a good way to remedy this.

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Contains: NSFW, mentions of body dysmorphia

Gaz, Soap and Ghost were in the gym during a quiet stationary day on base. Working out their energy with weights, drills, and sparring. Which usually led to expending another type of energy after eyeing each other up all day.

Muscles tensing, skin glistening, mouths half opened to dispense strained breaths. It was unsurprising all three were hot under the collar even after a cool shower to wash away the sweat.

Outside of the dulling aching need to touch his lovers, Gaz also felt something else as he looked at the two men. 

Ghost was tall and built like a shithouse. Strong, firm muscles were hidden behind a layer of fat that was simply glorious to clutch and hold in the bedroom. Broad in the shoulders and hips, bulky and intimidating in stature alone.

Soap was shorter than Gaz and Ghost but he was still visibly strong. Well-defined muscles and brag-worthy six-pack abs meant even the non-trio members often stared. Strong, broad shoulders tapered down to a smaller waist. Stout but brawny.

Then there was Gaz. Tall, lanky Gaz. 

Don’t be confused, Gaz had muscle and strength to spare but it did not show on his body like it did the others. Didn’t widen the circumference of his arms nor hide the distinct bones at his hips or shoulders. He had a naturally lithe frame, a dancer’s body, his mother had always said. Perfect to leap and spin, acrobatic but resilient. 

Gaz had rarely felt jealous or self-conscious before, blessed with a gorgeous face and healthy physique, he had never found himself wanting something different . . . Until now.

Even being an inch or two taller than Soap, Gaz felt small in comparison to his partners. Weaker and frail almost. To summarise, unattractive.

It was an odd and discomforting feeling, bothering him so much he was captured by his own confronting thoughts throughout the next hour. As the trio finished in the gym, showered, dressed and retreated to Ghost’s private quarters since Gaz and Soap still slept in the barracks.

It wasn’t until they were inside, Soap having already dive bombed onto the bed, that Ghost spoke to him.

“You alrigh’ there, Kyle?” Ghost asked, voice heavy and low but soft with hinting concern.

“Hm?” Gaz hummed in reply before realising Ghost had asked him something. “Oh, uh- I’m fine, it’s nothing.”

Ghost did not seem convinced, his eyes looking over him carefully. “If it’s nothing, you wouldn’t be lookin’ so down.”

“What’s the matter?” Soap chimed in, sitting up straight on the bed with his legs dangling from the edge.

Gaz had not realised he had caused his lovers worry, which apart from flattering him, made him grow even more self-conscious. He considered deflecting again, pretending they were just imagining this. But Ghost’s hand then rested on his shoulder and Soap’s sweet eyes were bright with worry. If he could tell anyone what he was thinking, it would be these two. He trusted them, loved them above all else. So, although he felt repulsion at himself for saying it, he spoke his mind.

“Do . . . Do you think I’m weak?”

“What?” Soap half-blanched, surprised. “Of course not! Who said that?! I’ll-” Soap’s raising tone was immediately silenced by a look from Ghost.

“Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just . . .” Gaz started, feeling his throat go dry and his eyes sting a little by the corners. “I’m not as muscular as you two. I’ve tried to gain muscle but it’s hard for me.” He felt both his partners watching him, allowing him to continue if he wished. “I . . . I just realised that maybe . . . Maybe I’m not as attractive to you.”

Soap immediately stood, taking a place by Gaz’s side. “You’re kidding? You’re bonnie, Kyle! Of course, we’re attracted to ye’. Cannae keep my hands off ye’ half the time.”

“Besides,” Ghost said, hand still on Gaz’s shoulder and squeezing. “We don’t want you to be that for us. We like - love you the way you are.” He corrected, still adjusting to the word as it was still a newly introduced idea in their relationship.

Soap nodded emphatically, reaching out both arms and wrapping them around Gaz’s slim waist. “If ye’ want to change, we’ll support you. But don’t go changin’ just cos’ ye’ think we’d jump your bones any harder than we already do.”

Ghost closened as well, his chest brushing Gaz’s back. “Agreed. We wouldn’t care what size, ‘s long as you're healthy and comfortable.”

Gaz felt greatly moved by the assurance but it did not completely sway him. Even now, sandwiched between his lovers, he felt small and slight. Insignificant even as Soap held him and Ghost pressed close.

Ghost and Soap must have exchanged another silent look as there was a moment’s pause before Soap spoke. “Ye’ know what I like, Gaz?” The Scot waited until Gaz’s eyes met his, so he could read Soap’s genuine affection. “I like how tall ye’ are. Ye’ give such great hugs with those arms.” 

Soap’s arms left Gaz’s side for only a moment. Urging his lover’s arms to lift and drape over his shoulders. Long and slim compared to Soap’s own. Gaz felt Ghost’s own hands reaching to hold at his hips, tracing the visible hip bones through Gaz’s sweats.

“I quite like these you know,” He said, voice low and hushed right by Gaz’s ear. Making him shiver.

“And these,” Soap added, a hand touching at indents in Gaz’s clavicle. “I always like touchin’ them,” He then leaned forward and kissed each of the identical bones. “They look so pretty when they’ve got hickey’s on ‘em.”

“Don’t forget these,” Soap’s hand lifting Gaz’s loose fitting shirt to admire his trimmed but strong stomach. “I can never resist this.” His hands then touched at his lower abdomen, admiring the dark haired happy trail disappearing past the waistband.

Gaz was feeling comforted but was becoming more horny than anything else. His hips flinching a little at Soap’s proximity to his crotch, his cock waking from a soft doze he had been going through all day.

“I can never have enough of this,” Ghost then whispered, large and strong hands squeezing at Gaz’s behind. “I could honestly watch your ass all day, imagining how nice it looks when we push our cocks between.”

Gaz audibly whimpered at that, wriggling a little as goosebumps rippled up his arms and still exposed stomach. A hot flush then amassed between his legs and tenting his pants.

“Fuck,” Soap groaned out, eyes watching Gaz’s face scrunch in arousal. His hand lowering to cup at Gaz’s erection through his pants. “And this, Kyle. God, I’m always happy when your cock comes up to say hello.”

Gaz may have cringed at the phrasing but was far too erotically enthralled to voice it, watching Soap’s hand cup and squeeze at him through the cloth. Ghost was not helping, both hands manhandling and spreading his cheeks.

“Why don’t you give it a warm greeting then, Johnny?” Ghost asked, resting his chin on Gaz’s shoulder so he could look at the Scot. “Let’s show our boy how much we adore ‘im with more than just words.”

Soap grinned wide, “Brilliant ideas, sir. I’ll get lube?”

“Good thinking,” Ghost said with a nod.

Both Gaz and Ghost watched Soap depart for only a moment before returning. Bottle of lube retrieved and handed to Ghost over Gaz’s shoulder.

Gaz had his suspicions on what was to happen next and he did not see any reason to stop them. He was feeling a little better, appreciated and loved. But he thought it would be rude to not see the two men’s full displays of affection.

Soap took Gaz by the chin and pulled him in for a loving kiss. Quick pecks growing quicker and harsher, tongues dashing and teeth pinching at lips. Soap very clearly wishing to savour Gaz’s touch before he pulled away. His grin still visible in the curl of his lip and glitter in his eyes as he went on his knees.

Gaz’s breaths were already unsteady from his lovers’ touches and kisses but to finally see Soap going down on him only harshened them more. Not to mention Ghost who was now kissing up and down Gaz’s neck. Trailing marks over soft, dark skin. Leaving territorial hickeys so that all would know Gaz was only for them.

Soap kissed Gaz’s stomach as he tugged both his pants and briefs down in one pull, freeing his hardening cock, only going to touch him there once the clothing was safely tossed aside. Calloused hands caressed his thighs before Soap leaned in to kiss at the underside of his cock. Whiskers brushing over sensitive skin and tongue dashing out to lick the length of him. Groans rumbled in Gaz’s throat as he watched the Scot. Who seemed to enjoy Gaz’s aroused attention, flashing a handsome smirk before he took Gaz into his mouth.

Gaz gasped at the warmth that soon surrounded his cock, hands coming to hold at Soap’s shoulders to steady himself. The man on his knees easily taking him down to the base, nose pressed against his pelvis before pulling away. Mouth hollowing before beginning a slow, steady pace. Dragging out grunts and whimpers with each bob of the head.

At this point, Ghost had his fingers slickened and pressed at Gaz’s hole. Pressing two fingers in easily and stretching Gaz out just the little he needed. Already opened from their several rounds of nightly activities the day before.

Although Gaz could not see Ghost at his work, he could feel Ghost’s fingers tenfold inside and hear Ghost’s uplifted breaths, heavy and rich by his ear and making Gaz shiver. Adding a third finger Ghost pressed his lips to Gaz’s ear, voice thick and rich in his ear.

“I love the way you squeeze around my fingers each time Soap bottom’s out. I can’t wait to feel it around my cock, Kyle. Don’t you?” 

Gaz nodded, biting into his lip as he almost whimpered when Ghost pushed against his prostate. Knees beginning to tremble at the growingly overwhelming sense of pleasure coming from his two partners.

Ghost seemed to notice this, pulling his fingers away and with the same hand, went around Gaz’s body to tug Soap’s head by the hair. Stopping his hungry blowjob and pulling the Scot’s mouth away with a ‘pop’.

“God Gaz, look at what you’ve done to ‘im. Completely drunk on your cock, isn’t he?” Ghost asked by his ear, then letting out a rich chuckle.

Soap said nothing, eyes misted. His tongue only dashing out to lick at his drying lips, mouth open in heavy gasps.

“What’s say we give him what he wants, hm? And I can fuck you in the meanwhile, that means we’re both getting to enjoy you.”

Gaz shakily nodded his head, not blissed out enough to say something dorky like ‘yes please’ yet.

“Good lad,” Ghost said with audible satisfaction, letting go of Soap’s hair. “Go on, Johnny, get back to it. We wouldn’t want to keep our lovely Kyle waiting.”

Soap did not need to hear anything else, immediately returning and taking Gaz’s cock back in his mouth and down his throat in grateful eagerness.

“Now then,” Ghost muttered, a hand tucking under Gaz’s right leg and carefully lifting it upwards. Leaving Gaz to stand on just one foot and lean his body weight on Ghost. “Let’s get you all filled up.”

Gaz felt little strain from his new posture, always being easily malleable for his lovers to situate him however they or he liked best. He could touch his toes with ease and do the splits without breaking a sweat. Dancer’s body indeed.

Ghost did not waste any of Gaz’s limited time, could tell Gaz was nearing to his end with Soap’s mouth alone. Aligning his cock to Gaz’s entrance and pressing in with a low grunt, Ghost rocked his hips forward into Gaz’s tight heat, which then pressed Gaz further into Soap’s hungry mouth. Their rocky but fluid swaying inching Gaz ever closer to his peak.

Suffice to say, Gaz was in his own paradise. Filled at one end while warm and squeezed on the other. By this point, he had lost any thought to restrain his noises of satisfaction. His head rolling back on his shoulders to gasp, groan, whimper and call to his partners.

It was only a matter of time and Gaz’s two loves were more than happy to make him reach it. Soap taking him in his mouth with gusto and Ghost’s pace quickening but still keeping steady, both trying their hardest to let Gaz have a true mind-melting finish.

Which Gaz so gratefully did, his breaths hitching and moans turning faint. Eyes seeing stars as his head rolled back on his shoulders and squeezing shut. Clenching around Ghost and his hands fumbled to hold Soap down to the hilt of his cock. Cumming inside and down Soap’s throat as he keened one final time. 

Body relaxing immediately, welcoming the solidness of Ghost’s arms as he ushered an enfeebled Gaz to lie on the bed. The lieutenant flopping on top and closing his eyes, breaths still out of pace.

As he slowly came down from above the clouds, he felt warmth on either side as Soap and Ghost lay on either side of him. Ensuring he did not lose any body heat as he sobered. Arms enwrapping him on either side and holding him close.

It was then that Gaz felt truly loved. Apart from the tender words or erotic acts, this, the softness of their embrace and the contentment of holding him near was enough to make Gaz’s eyes sting a little.

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Fairy dust & Pollen - GazxKonig

GAZ WEEK 2023 - MONSTER

Gaz is a fairy that occupies a quiet forest in England, spending most of his time pranking innocent hikers. A poor Austrian man is his next victim, but he finds he enjoys himself with the mortal more than just with his pranks.

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Contains: Implied NSFW, sex pollen & voyeurism

It was spring and the fiery spirit of the local forest named Gaz was up to mischief. A particular seasonal mischief that he looked forward to every year, to be exact.

Pollen from the flora, musks from the fauna, and his own magical essence blended together to create a special dust. This dust was then sprinkled onto the unlucky humans who entered his pretty little wood. The victims would be overwhelmed by sudden, and apparently random, sexual arousal. So compelled by their symptoms, most if not all of Gaz’s victims would then slink behind a tree and deal with their embarrassments before retreating from the area. 

Gaz got an impish joy of doing this. Watching humans blush and splutter and curse as they realize what was happening to them. He would grin as they retreated to a less exposed section of the wood to free themselves from the binds of clothing. Hiding in the treetop or in a nearby bush to watch hands fumble and hasten to soothe the burning lust. Pants down their thighs, hands wet and dirtied, and faces sweaty and or red with exertion.

It was not even like Gaz got aroused by the prospect of it, seeing it more as bemusing. Getting crude delight from the human’s erotic displeasure. This was simply just one of many mischievous projects he committed to year-round. 

One spring morning was like any other. Gaz awoke amongst the family of rabbits in their burrow to the sound of the first bird song. He ate ripened fruits and herbs that flourished in the warming temperatures, savoring them whilst soaking up the warming sunlight. His ears and eyes forever looking for his next target.

It came as a very tall human male, dressed in worn, patched-up hiking attire, boots, and a boonie hat that hid his face from where Gaz hid amongst the leaves of the tree. Gaz grew excited, not recognizing the human as an unfortunate local of the area. He was the perfect target for his prank.

Gaz found his opportunity when the male paused on the makeshift path amongst the trees, crouching to admire a patch of mushrooms sprouting at the roots of a tree. His tall frame made a large shadow over the patch of ground, hiding Gaz’s own as he hung from a branch and poured his special dust onto the poor human’s head.

Retreating back behind the leaves, Gaz watched as the human breathed the dust in, remnants settling on the brim of his hat and the fabric at his shoulders. The male frowned, looking around and breathing in deep breaths as if smelling the air. Confusion steeled his features until it was washed away with embarrassment as he noticed the growing predicament in his pants.

“S-Scheiße,” The human swore in what Gaz presumed was German.

The human was looking almost horrified, hands out and trembling as he was unsure what to do. His head was swiveling around to ensure that no one was nearing him on the hiking trail.

The male then swore again, stepping off the path behind a tree a few steps away. The trunk was wide enough to hide even this human’s tall broad frame and Gaz had no trouble following him from above to settle at a lower branch.

The German looked from side to side - not even considering looking up - before using a hand to touch the growing shape in his pants. The shape in question looked large, even with comparing the proportions to the hand that touched it.

Gaz found himself leaning his head closer, as if to see just that little better. Eyes crinkled in a grin as the human let out a huff now abashedly groping at his erection through roughened fatigues.

It appeared to not stave off the need brought on by the dust as the male let out a whimper, his hips fidgeting a little. Not even moving his head this time, the human’s eyes looked quickly to his surroundings before unbuckling and pulling his pants to puddle at his ankles.

Gaz’s eyes widened, marveling at the sheer size of the human’s erection as it stood at attention. Twitching in the cool open air, flushing a deep pink and veins prominent along the shaft, Gaz had to admit this human was a specimen.

The male took his own cock in hand and started to move, dragging out strained breaths and soft moans with each jerk of his wrist. His eyes squeezed shut in focus, face reddening from the erotic heat. Gaz could only watch on, beginning to grow enthralled. Watching the tip weep pre, feeling his mouth salivate for a taste. Soon, his own body seemed to be reacting from the sight, his own cock tensing. Gaz squeezed his legs shut in an effort to tame it.

It was not long before the human finished, white strips dribbling forth onto his hand and some spilling onto the forest floor. The human gasped as his shoulders relaxed and leaned against the tree, settling from cloud nine.

Gaz was saddened to then see the human tuck his softened cock away and motion to return to the path. Gaz did not want him to leave. He wanted to see the human’s cock again, maybe touch it, taste it, feel it inside. 

The fairy was following the human, just at the lowest branches. Want and need demanding he pull out the dust pouch once more and pour a healthy amount above the human's head.

The male was only a few steps from the hidden tree and looked mortified to see himself hardening again as he inhaled the fumes.

“N-Not again,” The human whined, hands covering his tented pants as he retreated back to the same tree.

Hand already tugging the fly of his pants down before he even managed to hide. Desperate frustration demanding him to hasten. This time he leaned facing the tree, one forearm against the tree and forehead resting against it. Looking down as his hand took himself into a desperate grip.

Excitement made Gaz’s hands tremble as he floated to touch his feet to the ground just by the male’s side. He did not hide his grin as he made his presence known.

“My, impatient aren’t we?”

The human flinched, hand ceasing and looking horrified at Gaz. And the fairy knew it was not just because he got caught touching himself.

Gaz was distinctly not human. Larger eyes that were pure black, lacking white scleras and coloured iris’. Long, pointed ears sprouted amongst black locks with twigs, leaves and feathers tied into strands. Long brown beetle wings spread from his back. He was naked by human standards apart from a bag for his belongings, his beautiful dark skin soft and almost glowing in the dappled light of day. Not hiding his own growing arousal between his legs.

“W-W-Who are you?” The man blustered, eyes scanning over his features.

“Hmm,” Gaz hummed in mocking thought, “Let’s say I’m a friend, a friend who’s happy to help with your problem.” He then pointed down to where his erection was.

“This-This was an accident I-” 

“Do you want me to help, or not?” Gaz interrupted, growing tired of the human’s bumbling.

The male visibly thought over his answer before, almost shyly, nodding.

“Good.” Gaz grinned, crouching down to sit on his knees in front of the mortal with his back to the tree. “Go on then, don’t keep me waiting.”

The human appeared to be far too enrapt in need to question him further, chewing on his bottom lip as his hand took a grip on his cock once more. Fingers wrapping around the length and tugging again, shifting closer until Gaz was close enough to smell the human’s sweat and arousal.

Gaz opened his mouth, giving the human the go-ahead to feed the tip past. The mortal flinched at the sensation and gasping faintly, Gaz’s lips happily enwrapping the tip inside and lapping at the slit. Humming in delight at the taste of salty pre.

Gaz did not wish to waste time, lifting a hand to replace the human’s own around the shaft. Sinking his mouth lower onto the length, his hand pulling grunts and moans as his cheeks hollowed to pull his end closer.

Gaz’s eyes were looking at the human with a smug smile, as he pushed even further down. His inhuman body meant he could easily take the human’s impressive size all the way down to the hilt without strain, although he did feel the weight and stretch of him in his throat and mouth. Just as he liked it.

The mortal was quivering where he stood, knees weak and hands covering his mouth to stop his pleasured noises from growing too loud. A shame, Gaz thought, but wise. Even with such restraints, however, he knew the human was close and he did not plan to take his time.

The fairy started moving, dispensing then taking the human’s cock back in with eager bobs of the head. Tasting and feeling each twitch and shiver that he caused. His need for a taste of the male’s finish made him feverish, ignoring the human’s warning gasp as he neared.

A hand then suddenly grasped at the back of his head, pulling him close until his nose was against the human’s stomach. Letting out a breathy groan as he spilled down Gaz’s throat.

Gaz may have been annoyed at the forcefulness of it but it was so goddamn arousing he elected to not complain. His own cock was now an abject annoyance between his own legs, hard and desperate for stimulation.

The male pulled his cock out, breathing in huffs as he awkwardly stepped away. 

“T-Thank you for doing that . . .” The mortal said breathily. “What hah- what is your name?”

Gaz wiped his mouth before speaking, standing to his feet. “Gaz, and you?”

“König.” The human said in reply, pulling his pants back up in an attempt to redress himself.

“Well, König,” Gaz said, closing the distance again. “You know I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Wha-” 

Before the human could finish the word, Gaz had taken a breath and blew dust again.

To say the least, the fairy used most of his dust collection that day and gladly so. To say the most, Gaz had that human König fuck him until the sky darkened. Against trees, amongst bushes, on top of the leaf-covered ground, and even, once, the human just holding him mid-air. It was all a true delight. It was also unsurprising when König soon fell unconscious due to exhaustion.

Gaz thought it a shame but knew it was a good excuse to disappear. But not entirely. 

He returned to his spot amongst the branches, now in moonlight’s shadow as the human awoke from exhaustive sleep. Getting up on weakened feet and shaking his head. 

König had looked around, as if searching for someone, perhaps for Gaz. It had then surprised the fairy when the human looked up. Gaz was quick to vanish but König caught a glimpse of beetle wings. Similar to the ones he saw in his dream.

Suffice it to say, König would return to that forest again. In hopes to find that beautiful mischief-making fairy again.

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Memories on skin - Oni x Krueger

Krueger and Oni have a relationship of desire, which is now growing and changing into something far more volatile. Neither wanting to show too much vulnerability all at once, see how they show feelings without the need for words.

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Contains: Implied NSFW, implied violence/death, permanent injury (missing finger), Top! Oni, Bottom! Krueger

Krueger lay sprawled on the bed on his stomach, giving himself time to catch his breath and steady his quickened heart. Not bothering to look up as he heard footsteps come from the bathroom or when the bed creaked as another person sat on the bed.

He did react when he felt something cool touch his sensitive inner back thigh. Flinching at the foreign but familiar sensation of a wet towel as it went about cleaning up the evidence of what had just occurred.

The room was silent as Krueger was cleaned. He even found himself relaxing into it, thinking the coolness almost soothed his still-heated skin. Once done, he felt a hand take its place on his lower thigh. Brushing over the risen skin of a scar.

“I didn’t notice this one,” Oni said from behind him, voice low but steady. A voice Krueger usually found infuriating for its coolness now seemed to calm and reassuring almost.

Krueger turned his head to see where his Japanese comrade sat by his legs. Tracing the crater in the skin from a bullet.

“Really? With all the staring you do at my ass, I would think you’d have it all mapped out.” His voice was snide but not biting. When Oni showed only lack of bemusement, he relented. “Mexico. Trying to acquire some cargo. A little shit hid under a car and popped out just as I was passing.”

Oni let out a small huff of laughter, his right eye crinkling in a way Krueger secretly found endearing. “Smart man. The only mistake was that he missed.”

“But that’s what every scar is, isn’t it?” Krueger asked as he sat up to face Oni, ignoring the dull pain growing in his abdomen. He then pointed at a similar cratering mark on the Japanese’s right side, above the protruding bone. “I remember this one. That’s from when you got hit in Mulan.”

“Correct,” Oni said, not recoiling as Krueger reached out and touched it. The wound was newer still a tinge of pink. “And this?”

Oni had both hands on Krueger’s outreached arm, turning it so it showed a burn mark that crept from the wrist to past his elbow. Textured skin aside, it had healed well and no longer discoloured.

“Molotov in Bulgaria. Radicalist hoping to attack a minister.” Krueger said, smirking a little as he recalled what he had done to the man who threw it. “Here?” He pointed at a knife wound in the muscle of his left trapezius on his shoulder. 

“That was from you, ass.” Oni said with a hint of annoyance. Faltering when Krueger let out a little snicker. “If I recall correctly, the gym doesn’t allow us to fight with real weapons anymore.”

“Disappointing but true,” Krueger sighed with exaggeration.

Oni gave that hint of a smile again and Krueger wanted to pinch himself to stop his heart from fluttering. “And how about this one?”

The two did this for a while, pointing at most if not all the prominent scars on the other's bodies. Guessing as well as asking where they were all from. Krueger gave distinct descriptions and would even divulge further if he knew Oni was interested. Oni’s explanations, however, were short and simple. A place, rarely even a how or when unless Krueger pushed. Which he rarely did. 

He knew Oni well enough to know not to push. Not that he did not want to.

He disliked it but Krueger had a twinging need to know more about him. He wanted to know more about his past, his interests, his . . . - Krueger wanted to almost puke- everything.

Krueger knew what this meant but he had no plans on divulging these changes in feelings to Oni. After all, it was almost a miracle they had managed even this level of intimacy. What with Oni being a prideful asshole and Krueger being an inconsiderate asshole. 

They weren’t even together, not seriously anyway. Both of them guilty of avoiding conversations about this detail. And Krueger had preferred it that way, until recently.

No, he wasn’t sure. 

He hated the idea of divulging his feelings, disliked showing any side of weakness in general really. But . . . Oni made him want to.

They had also seemed to have grown tender in the months of heated intimacy. Like metal or glass, their hardened surfaces melt away in fire. And Krueger found he did not mind it, reciprocating even.

Krueger had been laughing about a rather traffic depiction of how a gunman learned that a thrown brick would hit him before he could aim and fire. Settling down, he tentatively took Oni’s left hand.

The man’s fingers flinched but he didn’t pull away, watching as the Austrian examined it. Calloused fingers over roughened skin, Oni was no surprised when Krueger asked, “What about this? Who did this?” His fingers cupped the shortened stump of his pinky finger.

The pinky finger was missing the tip, nail and first knuckle. Cleanly lopped off by a knife if Krueger surmised.

He had to admit he had always been curious. Oni usually wore gloves but when they were alone and the clothes were abandoned he had noted the shortened appendage.

Oni did not answer for a moment, his dark eyes watching how Krueger’s finger cautiously touched the nub and over.

“I did.” Krueger looks up and doesn’t hide the look of intrigue. But he doesn’t speak. Oni, although uncomfortable, explained. “In my family’s line of work, when someone seeks atonement, they cut this finger and deliver the severed part to their leader.”

“Rather gruesome way to apologize,” Krueger said simply, examining the wounded hand for a moment. Then, perhaps more out of instinct than pure intention. Krueger lowered his head to kiss the shortened finger. Lips brushing warm skin.

He looked up to see how Oni would react and - to most - he would appear unruffled, Krueger knew better. The Japanese’s ears were dusted with pink and his lips had thinned as he pressed them together.

Krueger may have once mocked him but now, the thought did not even cross his mind. He kept Oni’s hands clasped between his as he leaned forward and kissed him. 

He was usually more eager, hungry like a man starving. But in this moment, he had no such need. Only a wriggling want to touch him, to feel him. To . . . give comfort.

He pressed at Oni’s lips tenderly. Trying to convey somehow, without embarrassing himself with words, that he was moved by Oni’s explanation. And that he was grateful he indulged in telling him.

Krueger pulled away after a moment, face still close as he looked into those dark eyes. 

They looked cool but there was a flicker of something there. Confusion? Caution? Love? 

Krueger still struggled sometimes to tell. So he pushed forwards again and took Oni’s mouth in his.

This time, he let the embrace lengthen. He kept one hand clasped on Oni’s own while the other lifted to hold at his chin. Oni reciprocated in turn, going to hold the back of Krueger’s head to keep him close.

They stayed there for a while. Naked and bare on top of the bed, legs crossed with only their hands and lips touching. 

Their kissing was soft, caressing. Unhurried and savouring. Krueger even considered the idea of staying like this. Let their lips convey what their words couldn’t and let them softly tumble over each other in affection.

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Brine and Silver Part 2 - Konig x Horangi [Siren Au]

Konig saves the life of a drowning human. A siren and a man introduce themselves.

PART ONE

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CONTAINS: Drowning & threats/implied murder

Konig swam with ease through the salty waters. Powerful tail pushing him forward as his eyes looked through the brine in search of food. His ideal meal would be fish, but with the harbour town ever-growing nearby, Konig’s first choice of nourishment were fleeing further into the depths of the ocean. With no such luck so far, Konig thought to go to the rock shelf. Knowing well it was a residence for smaller crustaceans and shellfish.

Within a few strokes from the shelf, Konig neared the surface but froze, his head just shy of breaching the surface and his tail steadying him in the water.

There was a human on the rocks.

Standing upright, their clothes were growing damp from the incoming waves as the ocean retreated to low tide. The human did not appear in good health, with legs weak and balance unsteady. Throwing rocks idly into the waves ahead as if taking out their frustration on the sea itself.

How peculiar.

Konig could not help but stare. 

It had been a while since he had last seen a human away from town. And he did not recognise the human from the fishermen that Konig occasionally saw on boats.

Konig could see well in the dark so he could see the man’s features distinctly. Tanned and with jet black hair, with dark almond eyes. Konig was just starting to wonder if this human would be considered ‘attractive’ by their peers, when the person’s gaze met his own. 

Instinct kicking in, Konig dived into the depth. Panic gripped him as he realised that the human had noticed him. Fear making him flee as he neared the ocean floor. Hoping to level and then swim further away from civilisation. But then there was a splash from the direction of the shelf.

Konig stiffened and dared a look, terrified that the human had decided to dive in and chase after him. And for a moment, it seemed like that was true. The human had plunged into the water. But something wasn’t right.

He was not swimming for him, in fact, they appeared to be trying to swim back to the shelf. Arms and legs flailing as they attempted to resurface. But the waves had the human being dragged and pulled deeper.

Before Konig’s eyes, who was too shocked to immediately move, the human grew weak. Their scrambling attempts to swim failing as they only sank deeper into the water. A few last bubbles floating to the surface.

That’s when it hit him.

The human was drowning!

Konig did not think. Heart still hammering, he was by the human’s side in a second with a few strokes of his tail. Wrapping his arms around the human’s torso, he pulled them to the surface.

Konig had no need to gasp for air but the human did, heaving in raspy gulps of air and coughing up seawater.

Worry taking over for any thought of self-preservation, Konig swam to the rock shelf, all the while holding the human’s upper body above water. Going to shallower waters, he pulled the human up and onto the wet rock to where he now lay. Konig then pulling himself up onto the shelf as well, with his tail still in the water. 

Leaning over the human, Konig watched as the human seemed to regain consciousness. Dark eyes opened and blinked rapidly as they came to. Konig felt a great sense of relief at the sights of life, only stiffening when their eyes met. Black into purple. 

Konig felt himself bunching, ready to pounce into the waves once more but stopped as he heard the human speak.

“What . . . What pretty eyes.” The voice was faint, hoarse and feeble.

Konig thought he misheard and was about to perhaps ask the human to repeat himself when the person then fell unconscious again. Konig felt immediate concern, did something happen? Was the human dead? Did he just say he had pretty eyes? Were those his final words?

Konig started to feel himself panicking again, looking around at the rocky outcrop like there would be an answer somewhere. That’s when he heard it.

The faint but deep sounds of breathing.

The human was alive. And from what Konig could tell, breathing well.

Konig relaxed again, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Then it hit him. What the fuck was he doing? 

He just saved a human from drowning. 

And he let them see him.

He should leave. Right now.

Swim away and not look back.

Humans were dangerous; if this one told others, there could be a hundred fishers and guards hunting him down by morning.

He should kill him. A voice suggested in his mind, cruel but self-preserving. He was vulnerable like this. Slit his throat with a claw and let him die there on the rocks. Or better yet, drop him back into the sea and watch him sink.

But Konig pushed the thoughts aside. They were cruel and sounded more like the people of his pod than his own.

No. The human had done nothing to hurt Konig thus far. In fact, he had given a compliment. 

That had to mean something . . . Right?

Either way, Konig stayed. 

He settled back into the water but had his arms hanging onto the shelf with his tail swaying idly below him. Resting his head on his forearms, Konig could not help but watch. Finding the sight of the resting human fascinating.

. . .

Horangi woke up to a painful headache and the loud noise of crashing waves. Groaning outwardly, he slowly sat up. Hands scrapping against cool, wet rock, he realised he was on the rock shelf.

His head hurt as he strained to remember what happened the night before.

Drinking and gambling, then there was a fight . . . Then he walked here and . . . And . . .

Horangi felt a cold wave of nausea almost take him as he realised that he had drowned. Well, almost drowned. He was nearly certain he was still alive as the headache only ponded harder in his temple.

Horangi squirted against a rising sun as he looked around. In an effort to see how he escaped an early, watery grave. There did not appear to be anyone on the shelf or nearby beach. Just himself.

Horangi then looked over the water, as if to find a boat but saw nothing except the faint pale outline of a larger sailboat approaching town. Then, eyes darting into the water, he jumped as he saw two eyes staring at him.

“What the fuck?” Horangi spluttered as retracted further from the water's edge but not taking his eyes away from the shape.

To Horangi’s unnerved distrain, the eyes seemed to grow bigger as the figure rose to the surface of the water a pace away from the shelf.

First came a head, veiled in a wet, black, tattered cloth. Then the shoulders and torso of a large human. Then, just peeking under the water, the glittering scaled tail of a fish. As long and as wide as the rest of the creature. Scales crept up from the beginnings of the tail up the creature's flank, dark stormy violet that shined bright in the early sunlight.

Horangi found he was disturbed by the aquatic monster but was not terrified. Curiosity abating the inherent need to flee.

The creature approached the shelf edge carefully. Placing two large, webbed and sharply clawed hands on the rocky surface.

Then it spoke.

“Are you ok?” It asked visible concern in his voice. They sounded human, although a little raspy and rough.

“I’m . . . I’m fine,” Horangi began, eyes nervous as they looked over the person. “What . . . What are you?”

“I am Konig.” 

“Not your name, idiot,” Horangi instinctively lashed out before steadying himself, “I meant what are you?”

“Ooh,” Konig said with a nod of understanding. “I believe you humans would call me a siren.” His tone was matter-of-fact, like he was talking about his hometown.

“Like the one from the sailor songs?” Horangi asked cautiously, recalling the rather graphic stories of beautiful sirens luring charmed fishermen off their boats to be devoured under the waves. Looking to Konig, large, broad human half and the rather peculiar mask, he was not what Horangi would have expected.

 Konig seemed to brighten immediately, intrigued. “There are songs about us?”

“Yeah, that and the kraken, mermaids and giant squids.”

Konig nodded with interest, “The kraken and squids are real but merpeople haven’t existed in thousands of years.”

The thought of giant tentacle-riddled monsters deep in the ocean’s waters had Horangi growing a little light-headed, and it was not just the hangover. His thoughts ran away with him until the siren spoke again.

“And what’s your name?”

“Huh? Oh, Horangi.”

It wasn’t his real name, nobody on this side of the sea knew his real name. And he preferred it that way. The debt collectors back home had still much more of his old home to search before considering looking overseas.

Besides, he had heard rumours that sirens used people’s true names to cast even deeper spells over their victims. Even stronger than their songs.

Horangi looked around and did not recognise any of the details of the land. Wherever he had walked to, it was a distance from town. “Where are we, by the way?”

“Just a few strokes from away from town.” One clawed finger then pointed up the beach. “We’re on the other side of this bend in the coastline.”

“Ok, good. So you didn’t kidnap me and were about to eat me?” Horangi asked, not helping his smile as he attempted a joke.

“N-Not at all!” Konig blustered with a shaking of his head.

“Then why did you help me? Well, I assum e you helped me.”

“You fell off the shelf and did not seem strong enough to fight against the waves.”

“Well, thanks.” Horangi said awkwardly, “Is there uh, any way I could repay you?”

Konig tilted his head then, appearing to be in thought. “Have you seen those circular metal things sailors carry? They hold them in their hand and otherwise have them in their pocket.” He gestured the shape and how people held it, seeming familiar but not knowledgeable enough to know the name of it.

“What, a compass?”

“So that’s what they’re called.” Konig said tangible excitement in his voice. “What do they do?”

“They show which direction to sail in.” 

“How fascinating! Well, if you could, I would like that to be my repayment.”

It was a peculiar gift but he supposed Konig himself was peculiar. And he felt that he should bond with the siren, to at least ensure that if he fell into the water once more, he knew at least one thing would not devour him whole.

The one problem was that compasses were expensive and hard to come by, especially in this region. But Horangi had his ways.

“A compass it is then,” Horangi said, pulling an air of confidence around himself. Enjoying the way Konig’s purple eyes crinkled into a bright smile.

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Brine and Silver - Konig x Horangi [Siren Au]

Horangi is an ex-naval officer and deeply down on his luck, deep in his gambling addiction and down on his luck. His life changes when he is saved by a siren named Konig.

PART TWO

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CONTAINS: Physical violence, gambling (+addiction) & drowning

There was a distinct ripping noise as Horangi’s navy patches were torn from the very clothes he was wearing. His hat snatched from the top of his head and slammed down to the wooden floor with a thud.

“You are a disgrace to the navy and all that we represent.” Horangi’s superior was saying, loud enough for all of the unashamed onlookers to hear. “Gambling? Bribery? A man like you is not fit for the navy.”

Horangi could laugh, if he wasn’t tense with anger. He knew nearly every man on this ship had done at least one of his sins and some committed even worse. In that sense, the only crime Horangi was being punished for was that he got caught.

“Now,” His commanding officer said, standing tall and looking down his nose with all the disgusted superiority a man like that could muster. “Get off my ship.” Horangi could feel the spray of spittle as he said it, landing on his cheek.

. . .

Horangi sighed, loud and exaggerated as he slammed down his dud hand of cards on the table in front of him. Boisterous with alcohol and frustrated with loss, he pushed the last of his winnings over to the man by his right.

“Damn, lost again.” Horangi groaned, patting at his side and mourning over the slim bit of money he still had left.

“I don’t even know why you bothered.” The winning man scoffed as he added his earnings to his growing pile. “You’re clearly having a bad night of it, Horangi.”

Horangi snorted derisively, slugging back the rest of his cheap ale in one swallow. “Oh please, says the man who’s clearly cheating.”

“What?!” The man bristled, glaring at Horangi.

Horangi, half drunk and half furious he allowed himself to lose this much money, decided that if he was not going to win his money back, he might as well be an asshole about it.

“Yeah, it’s clear as day.” Horangi said, words slurring a little. “How else then did’ja win three rounds in a row, huh?”

“Listen here, scum,” The man rose from his chair, appearing to be far taller than Horangi had surmised when he had been sitting. “That’s called strategy. Something you haven’t heard of.”

Horangi rolled his eyes, holding back a burp as he looked to the other two men at the table. “Strategy my ass and it’s not luck either.”

“You wouldn’t know anything about luck,” The man said across the table, eyes skirting to the table of burly-looking men nearby.

“Oh I’ll show you luck,” Horangi said and before anyone else could react, he was half-standing on the table and punching the rich prick right in the face.

Suffice it to say, Horangi did not leave that pub unscathed. 

After punches, kicks and all-about roughhousing, he was thrown out of the bar onto the sandy beach just near the entrance of the establishment. 

“And don’t think about coming back here again, you pathetic piece of shit!” The same man, surrounded by guards, gloated by the door before it slammed shut.

Horangi let his world spin for a moment before getting gingerly to his feet. His face felt raw from punches and his mouth felt tender where he believed a fist may have dislodged a tooth. One eye was growing swollen and was fairly certain one of the bigger guys had broken at least one of his ribs.

But instead of looking for medical aid, the drunk Horangi only yelled, “Fine, I didn’t wanna spend any more time in this shithole of a place anyway!”, before walking down the shore. Following the bright sand that almost glowed by the full moon's light. His head dizzy from beer and a possible concussion. 

Horangi did not stop, spitting venom about the tavern and his attackers and the smarmy bastard that now held all of his leftover savings except for the few trifles in his purse. Not that he truly had anyone to blame but himself. Horangi knew that walking into a tavern, having a drink and being invited to a gambling table was a recipe for disaster. Yet he still took it.

What did he have to lose?

He had pretty much-hit rock bottom by this point. No job, no home except for the pathetic inn room he was only just managing to afford, no friends and no hopes of getting himself out of the mess HE put himself in.

It was in this misery that Horangi walked along the beach. Numb from booze with the soft soothing lapping of the waves against the shore being his only balm. At least the beach was quiet compared to the cacophony inside the tavern. It was almost peaceful in a way, calming Horangi’s toiling anger until he could almost enjoy the view of the beach at night.

Away from the lights of the coastal town, Horangi could even see a sky full of stars. Rich with detail and almost overwhelming with how many little lights shone above. It made him think of when he had still been in the navy, seeing a similar sky every night before going down into the barracks in the depths of the ship.

The view was so mesmerizing, Horangi almost passed the small makeshift rock shelf that reached over the water. Smoothed stone from years of ocean waves, it stretched out a few paces past the end of the wave’s reach. Horangi decided to walk on it, ignoring the annoying sober part of him that told him it was unsafe. Pulling off his shoes, abandoning them on the sand before walking onto the shelf.

The rock was cool under his feet and he walked to the edge and noted the sheer drop into the abyss of the ocean below. Daringly letting his toes hang off as he let the ocean lap at his legs, uncaring that his pant sleeves got wet. Breathing in the ocean air and the natural chorus of the crashing waves.

Although fulfilling, the experience did not keep his inebriated mind captive for long. Finding pebbles by his feet in the cracks of the shelf, Horangi started throwing them. Not even bothering to try and skip them along the surface.

It was whilst he was about to throw one larger pebble that he thought he saw something in the waves ahead. Just under the surface.

Horangi squinted as he raised his hand to throw the rock, thinking that it almost looked like a face-

Then, Horangi lost balance on the shelf, having been halfway through a throw of the rock whilst also staring at what he thought was a person in the water.

Cold ocean water enveloped him, the waves pulling him away from solid ground as he struggled to get to the surface. 

Horangi was not a strong swimmer, only able to doggy paddle on a good day. Now, on a bad day and deep into his cups, Horangi strained to even fight against the shifting force of the ocean’s current. 

His furious flailing to resurface was forcing air out of lungs much quicker than he would have hoped, causing his body to instinctively panic and scramble faster. Horangi was having no luck, in fact, almost the opposite. As the white light of the moon seemed to grow dimmer by the second as if he was still sinking.

Soon, he ran out of air, his lungs aching for air that was far out of reach. He then found himself growing weaker and black spots appeared in his vision.

He was going to die.

He was going to drown.

Horangi could almost hear it now, the rumors in town when they found out what happened to him. ‘The gambler addict named Horangi got drunk and drowned himself. What a sad and lonely life that man lead.’

That’s was the last thing that echoed in Horangi’s head as everything went to black.

. . . 

Horangi felt his chest expanding, air coming through his nose and mouth and forcing him to cough as he felt water spray from his mouth. He opened his eyes and strained as he was blinded by a bright white light, the moon. Bearing down on him with its cool glow.

Horangi felt weak, like his body weighed a ton, his world still spinning as he took breath after breath of fresh air. About to lift a hand to block the blinding moonlight when a shadow did the job for him.

A figure was looking over him, leaning over his head seeming to note that he was alive. The person was an almost complete black shape. A dark cloth veil hung over their face with only eye holes to allow them to see, the only distinct thing was their eyes.

They had bright purple eyes, like two glowing amethysts. They seemed to glow in the darkness, looking over him with worry.

Horangi, perhaps still drunk, concussed AND now also deprived of oxygen, found he only had one thing to say. “What . . . what pretty eyes.”

His voice was hoarse in his ears, corroded by coughing and salt. Before he could say more, thank his supposed saviour or ask who they were, sheer darkness consumed his vision and his senses once more.

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Red with Comfort - Konig x Horangi

Horangi just started his period and Konig is ready to provide whatever comfort Horangi needs

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CONTAINS: period sex, trans & bottom! horangi, top! konig

Konig had been stuck in briefings all day. In discussions for a future mission, knowing full well half the plans will be out of the window as they land. War being far too unpredictable a thing. It was all a bit dull for Konig, who felt a burst of energy as soon as he knew he could leave.

Now with his newly attained freedom, Konig knew just where to go. He went searching for Horangi.

But Horangi was not in the shooting range. Or the mess. Or the rec room. Or the gym. Not even the medbay. 

Konig was starting to grow concerned when he finally found a sign of hope when he ran into his compatriot Oni. He did not care if he appeared like a lovesick puppy as he asked where Horangi was and Oni did not seem to notice or care, merely answering;

“He’s been holed up in his quarters, haven’t seen him all day.”

Konig gave hurried thanks before he made quick work of walking to Horangi’s room, his large gait following a ever familiar path. Once outside, Konig knocked.

With some relief, Horangi answered.

Konig could immediately tell he was not looking well. His skin was plaid and his eyes were darkened with shadows beneath. His black hair was a desheveled mess, as if just getting out of bad. Even the way he stood connoted a sense of discomfort, his shoulders hunched and an arm half crossed over his middrift as if protecting it.

“Are you ok?” Konig asked immediately, skipping over pleasantries.

“I’m fine, just started my period so I’m a little off at the moment.”

“Cramping?”

“Yeah, that and muscle pain in general.” He then let out a strained breath as he rolled one of his shoulders.

Konig felt a great sense of sympathy for him, having seen Horangi go through this a few times before. He knew it to be a unpleasant and discomforting experience. Usually Konig offered him what sweets he could scavenge and offer him comfort if he wanted it. 

After a thought, Konig asked. “Can I go down on you?”

Horangi immediately blanched, “W-What? No -Why??”

“Because it would make you feel good,” Konig found himself explaining, recalling what information he had researched since Horangi’s last period. Having seen him in such duress, he had wanted to find any more solutions to help. “I’ve read that orgasm help with symptoms, like the cramps.”

“Y-You’ve read up on periods?” Horangi stuttered in shock, his body managing to bring blood to his cheeks in a faint blush. 

“Of course! I wanted to make sure I could look after you properly.”

“As endearing and cute as that is . . .” Horangi started cautiously, leaning a little on the door frame. “Are you sure? It’s pretty gross, don’t you think?”

Konig immediately disagreed, “I don’t think it’s gross, it’s natural.”

“But . . . But it’s messy.”

“I wouldn’t mind, I’ll get a towel.” Konig then paused, thinking that perhaps Horangi’s reluctance was a sign of disinterest. “Are you not in the mood for this? Because if so, we don’t have to. We could just cuddle.” Konig honestly, truly only wanted to be near Horangi, in what ever way he would allow.

Horangi appeared to ponder it, his brows pinching in a charming frown that Konig could not help but look fondly over. He seemed to be torn, fighting between two answers. But he did not take long to make up his mind.

“Maybe we could try?” Horangi offered, still looking a bit cautious.

“Sure!” Konig said brightly with a smile. “And you can always tell me to stop.”

. . .

Horangi sat on his back on his bed, pillows protecting his tender head and still dressed in his warm KorTac hoodie with his tracksuit pants and boxers long forgotten. A towel was tucked under him, protecting the sheets below from slick and blood. Konig, still fully dressed, was between his legs, kneeling at the end of the bed and feasting on Horangi’s cunt.

His tongue was, at the moment, lapping up from entrance to twitching cock. Tasting slick and blood and not flinching as the taste of iron burst on his taste buds. Konig’s tongue then pointed and pressed to Horangi’s budding of nerves. Making a weak whimper come out with a relieving breath.

Even with going through a cold shiver as Konig had arrived, Horangi was growing hot as pleasure and arousal steamed his blood and brain. His mouth open, ready to despence hedonistic breaths or encouraging moans. The legs of his muscles were too weak to even attempt to close around Konig’s head, unashamedly splayed open on either side with Konig’s large hands holding steadily at the sides of his stomach.

Konig’s tongue lazily lapped and sucked at Horangi’s Tdick, eyes closed and almost blissful, the sighs and soft grunts from Horangi being just what he needed after a long day of dreariness. Knowing that he very well could make Horangi cum eventually just like this alone, he wanted to give him more.

One of his hands left from Horangi’s side to return to him, pulling his now wet and rather red dyed lower face for a moment as he carefully pressed his index finger inside.

Horangi’s muscles stiffened but no complaint was uttered, Horangi gladly taking all that Konig gave gratefully. Too worn and tired from fighting the routine war with his body, far too much in need of something pleasureful.

Konig’s lips and tongue returned to Horangi’s engorged cock as his finger began to work its way in and out. Long and larger than average, it had no trouble curling and finding just that perfect spot to make Horangi keen. Horangi, growing self conscious from the sounds, bit into the collar of his hood. Teeth clenching on fabric to ensure he minimised the noises coming from him.

Konig thought to complain, wishing to hear each positive, beautiful sound as clearly as possible but then soon thought of it as a challenge. He would just make Horangi let go.

The pace of his finger quickened and was soon joined by another inside him, forcing Horangi’s nose to flare and his eyebrows to furrow into a deepset frown. He looked so focused, or at least trying to be, attempting to keep some semblance of thought and restraint even as wave upon wave of bliss threatened to keel him over.

Horangi was visibly losing the fight,however. The cloth in his mouth damp and held on slimmly with teeth alone. His forehead glistening from sweat and eyes growing misty eyed with pleasure. His brow soon weakening as his head leaned further back on the cushions.

Konig could see Horangi was getting close, so close. His hips were fidgeting a little, twitching with each curl of his fingers. Insides squeezing intermittently and reacting to each movement of his digits. Even his cock twitched around his lips, soon growing overstimulated.

All of this happening whilst Konig was amidst the red of Horangi’s period, unafraid and unbothered as even his nose soon painted itself. The sight of Konig’s indifferent nature, showing just as much enjoyment as any other time he had between Horangi’s legs, was one of the few things that soon had Horangi tipping over the edge.

The fabric of his hoodie falling away from his mouth as he gasped and moaned and gasped and whined until- Horangi’s body stiffened just for a slim moment, all pain and weight lifting as his orgasm hit like a hot tidal wave over him. Letting out a final deep breath as he sagged on the bed, limp and breathing heavily.

Konig was satisfied, smile visible as he stood up from his weakened knees. His own cock hard but happily ignored to focus on Horangi’s pleasure. Konig climbed on the bed, only to be stopped by a weak but stern hand. 

“Don’t come near me before you wipe your face,” Horangi managed to say through heaving breaths.

Konig only let out a small laugh, quickly obeying before reuniting on the bed. Ready to just cuddle, Horangi seemed to have more than enough energy to notice Konig’s situation and smile.

“I haven’t been penetrated on my period either, you know?”

Konig gladly took the subtle invitation, thankful he had had the foresight to get several towel.

Horangi asked to change positions, wanting to lay his face head down amongst the pillows whilst on his stomach and zone out as Konig fucked him. He found the change in posture helpful, easing the ache in his neck and the cramping in his abdomen that had now dulled since he came.

Konig was quick and accommodating, replacing the towel under Horangi to a clean one before stripping his lower half of clothes so he mirrored Horangi in only wearing a shirt. Returning to the bed, Konig quietly urged Horangi to push up on his knees. Well aware of Horangi’s lack of strength, he only wished some corporation as he knew it would be harder to continue with Horangi lying fully on the bed.

Horangi now had his head still in the pillows, chest pressed to the mattress while pushing up on his knees and letting his ass stick up in the air. Although not the most comfortable of positions, it did feel erotic. Feeling the cool air of the room and Konig’s fervent gaze on his cunt.

Konig did not dawdle, giving his own cock a few eager strokes as he positioned himself behind his lover. Both of his large hands taking to either side of Horangi’s ass and spreading his lower ass and lips apart. 

Horangi could not help but whimper a little, feeling his walls clenching as if shy from being exposed. Turning his head a little, he could not see much but could see Konig taking a second to admire what he beheld.

Lips and thighs red with blood, lips and folds a soft pink and bush of black hair surrounding it all. His engorged clit, large and hooded, visibly twitched at the feeling of his eyes. It was a view Konig had seen many times before but still felt blessed everytime he beheld it.

Konig did not wait a moment longer, aligning his hips and slowly pressing his cock forward between Horangi’s lips and inside. The shorter man let out a faint groan, eyes rolling upwards as he felt himself stretch slowly to make Konig fit.

Konig was large, as expected from a man of his stature, but Horangi had greedily taken it in stride. He liked everything large about Konig, his hands, his thighs, his chest, his shoulders, his cock. Each more for Horangi to touch and hold and kiss and love. And Horangi had gladly taken all of Konig like a man starved, both of them mostly playing hard and rough with each other. But sometimes, they slowed down and the raw, tender emotion in the depths revealed itself.

This was one of those times.

Although Horangi was more than familiar with Konig’s sheer size in all the expected ways, Konig still took his time. Slowly sheathing himself inside at a slow but calming rate. Both of their quickened breaths were surely the only noise in the room before Konig bottomed out. Konig letting out a sigh and Horangi muffling a moan amongst the cushions.

Konig’s encompassing hands took to below him cupping at the highest point of Horangi’s thighs and lowest of his stomach. The touch was grounding but arousing all at once, making Horangi’s skin tingle anew just as Konig began to pull out.

His cock was painted crimson with blood but glistening nonetheless with ample slick and Konig could not help but savour the way Horangi’s walls strained as he pulled away, as if reluctant to let him go. Horangi let out a solid breath as he felt his body ache from the loss.

But Konig did not leave him empty for long, pressing back in with a soft huff. This time with purpose and pushing to the still sensitive wall that forced Horangi’s mouth open to groan.

Konig then started a slow but deep pace, dragging out and pushing in, impactful enough for Horangi to moan or gasp at nearly each one.

Bliss soon fogged Horangi’s mind once more, his mouth open as he breathed huffs of air. The pillow below starting to grow wet from saliva from his open mouth. Horangi found himself not caring about the grossness, squeezing his eye shuts and burying further into the pillow as one thrust had him keening.

Konig tried his best not to cum too fast, Horangi hot and tight walls working their unmistakable magic on pushing him close to the edge so quickly. The sight of Horangi half smothered amongst the pillows not helping things at all.

“H-Horangi,” Konig whimpered from above, not stopping his movements but thrusting a bit more shallow. “I’m, ah- close, I’m sorry I don’t-“

“It’s ok,” Horangi said faintly, turning his head to catch his eye from where he lay. “Go ahead, finish inside.”

Konig’s cock ached at the thought, balls aching as he glimpsed just what that would feel like. “A-Are you sure? What -hah, about you?”

“Mm,” Horangi only hummed.

Konig was not quite satisfied with that answer as he refocused his pace, knowing that he had been intending to focus solely on Horangi’s satisfaction, his own being an afterthought. So, he sneaked a hand lower and went between Horangi’s thighs. His fingers then cupping over his mound, the tips of his fingers brushing softly at the other man’s unattended cock

The reaction from Horangi was immediate, letting out a breathless whimper as he shuddered internally and externally.

This only encouraged Konig, who continued his steady pace whilst his index finger rolled the tender bud in circles, just as he knew Horangi liked it. What little strength Horangi had soon left him as his knees grew weak below. His weight getting the better of him until only Konig’s strong hands held him away from fully lying flat on the bed.

Horangi felt half gelatinous, wanting to slump onto the bed and just let Konig have his way with him until his next orgasm came. His shape only maintained by Konig’s steadying grip of his lower half. 

While his rhythm had stuttered as his orgasm closened, his fingers at Horangi’s clit were unwavering, determined that Horangi would meet his pleasureful end before him. And he soon found himself succeeding.

Horangi was soon going undone below him, whimpering and groaning with the occasional whispered, ‘yes’, ‘fuck’ or ‘konig’ dribbling out as his brain seemed to steam under the flames of ecstasy. A large damp puddle now staining the pillow under his mouth while his hands gripped onto the fabric weakly as if grasping the little bit of sanity he still had left. 

Konig felt Horangi finally cum as his insides squeezed deliciously around him and one lashing gasp for breath as his body stiffened then released. Still making faint noises with each thrust Konig did after, his mind, however, far off in the clouds.

Konig only needed a few more thrusts, fucking into Horangi’s sweat, bloody, hot core before he felt himself cum. Horangi whimpering as he felt Konig spill within him. Mixing with his blood inside.

Konig then finally stilled, hand releasing Horangi to let him flop to the mattress. Groaning mournfully as he carefully pulled himself out with a squelching pop. Looking down, he first saw his hand and softening cock were stained scarlet and then noticed Horangi’s cunt, thighs and ass were not much better. Konig taking a moment to watch as a thicker, white liquid dribbled a little out of Horangi’s hole. The image would have surely sparked arousal in him if he had not just came, so instead he filed the thought away for later.

In the meanwhile, he leaned over and kissed at the bare part of Horangi’s back where his hoody had slid up his torso, then lifting to kiss his covered shoulder, then bare neck, then clammy forehead. Trying to kindly bring Horangi back to the present.

The Korean rolled his head to one side, screwing his face into a frown before opening, making Konig’s heart stumble at the endearing sight. 

“I am just going to go get some water to clean you up.” Konig said softly, his undirtied hand lifting to push back some hair that had fallen in his face. “I’ll be gone for just a moment.”

Horangi nodded stiffly, eyes open by only a fraction.

Konig was quick, ducking out and back in with ample water to wet the spare towels he had brought. Getting to work on cleaning up Horangi’s still tired and limp body. It would not replace a shower, but it would do for now.

Once Konig had cleaned both of them up, Horangi had grown more wakeful again, although lethargic. Tucking himself back under the sheets as he watched Konig do the final touches of clean up.

“Do you have any of those sweets from last time?” Recalling the crinkly wrappered candies that Konig had discovered in town.

“Yes, actually.” Konig thanked his past self for always keeping them handy. Pulling out a ziplock bag from one of his many trouser packets, filled with red wrapped sweets. “I know you only liked the strawberry ones so I went through and got them all.” Handing the packet over into Horangi’s welcoming hands.

Horangi stared, surprised and flattered by the thoughtfulness. For all of it. Coming to him at a time he needed comfort most. Not showing disgust but compassion. Making him feel sexy even at his most discomforting time. Making him feel cared for.

“How are you real?” Horangi found himself asking.

“Hm?” Konig hummed, appearing to have not heard what he had said.

Horangi felt far too embarrassed to repeat himself, so he said instead,“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” Konig said with that same warm, bright smile that could blind even the sun. 

Horangi then burrowed deeper into his nest of sheets and pillows, nodding to Konig to join him. “Now get in here, it’s cold without you.”

[blukrown]

Candle and Breath - Soap x Ghost [NSFW]

Ghost and Soap try dabbling with waxplay in the bedroom. That's it.

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CONTAINS: candle play, bottom! ghost, top! soap

Ghost found great enjoyment in outer stimulation while having sex. Especially when he bottomed. The shock of another sensation outside of pleasure only arousing Ghost all the more. Soap and Ghost had a lot of fun with experimenting after discovering this fact. Hair pulling, biting, choking, slapping being only a few of the many things Soap had indulged Ghost in.

Their next discovery was candles. Heat play was something neither of them had considered up to that point, but they were both greatly intrigued. So Soap bought some miscellaneous taper candles - the taller, thin ones often used on candle stands - from a home decor store in town. They were a simple white and Soap could not help but smile as he said, “If you enjoy them, we could get a different colour.”

They wanted to step carefully into this new experience, both knowing full well that something that may seem trivial may also bring back unpleasant memories or sensations. So, one night, as they cuddled together in the warmth and safety of Ghost’s room, Soap asks if they can give the candles a go.

They both sit up on the bed, facing each other with Soap by the head of the bed and nearer to the bedside table where the candle rested. Once lit, Soap let the candle stand on its own, wearing down the wick and warming the wax.

Both men took a moment to watch it. Stare at the flickering of the flame, small and dim. It was almost soothing, the pretty light pushing away any apprehension.

Soap finally took the candle and held it out in one hand holding the end. “Let’s try the back of our hands?”

“Fine,” Ghost pulled off his gloves - wearing them both for comfort and utility - and lifted his hand towards Soap.

“And remember,” Soap said, eyes like molten coals reflecting the shy fire. “Just say the word and we stop.”

Ghost only nodded before nudging his hand closer, feeling comforted when Soap took the hand in his. The back of his hand now faced upwards and palm against palm below. Soap then, with all due care, hovered the candle over Ghost’s outstretched hand. Leaning it at an angle so that melting wax soon bunched into a stream, until one single drop fell.

There was an initial twinge of pain, a faint burning sensation as if brushing something hot. Ghost felt his hand instinctively twitch but said nothing, the pain of it like nothing he had experienced before. As soon as the flash of heat came, it was gone. The wax cooling quickly and soothing the agitated skin below.

It was then Soap’s go. Ghost takes a turn at holding the candle aloft and letting the dribblet dropped and land on his hand. Soap had a similar reaction, the tendons on the back of his hand tensing only for a moment.

They both took turns after that, trying a few drops at a time or letting the stream gather for a larger one to fall.

It was overall an enticing experience. Both seeming to respond well to it enough to utilize some other time. The candle once cooled was stored with the rest of their mischievous pursuits in one of Ghost’s drawers.

. . .

Within a week, the candle was on their collective mind again.

Ghost and Soap were once again cuddling in the warmth of Ghost’s bed. Neither was quite sure who started it but they were kissing. Tender and cherishing, loving and slow. Taking their sweet time to just savour the other’s lips.

Then, Ghost pulled away and offered up the idea of using the candles again. Only this time, it would be on his chest.

Soap only asked a quick ‘Are you sure?’ before approval was given and he retrieved them from the drawer. A look of intrigue in his eyes as he crawled back up the bed.

Soap lit the candle and let it stand again on the bedside table. But instead of them both watching the flame, Soap caught Ghost’s lips in another kiss. This time he was more heated and excited. His hands moving from where they held Ghost's face to pull up his lover’s shirt. Separating only for a moment for its removal before their lips were reunited once more.

Ghost’s skin was soon alight with tension as Soap touched his chest. Rubbing at his sides, squeezing at his pecs, fingertips brushing along his neck. The surface of Ghost’s skin was soon abuzz with the need for more.

In ample time, Soap had the candle in his hand. Holding it up at that perfect angle above Ghost’s chest. The wax took its sweet time in forming a healthy-sized drop, anticipation making Ghost wriggle slightly as he watched.

When the wax landed, Soap watched in interest as Ghost’s body flexed at the sudden feeling of fire on the higher part of his stomach where it landed. The flexing morphed into an almost shiver as Ghost’s limbs also shuffled. No noise was made, but it had a very visible effect.

“How was that?” Soap asked, knowing the answer but still wanting to hear it.

“Good,” Ghost answered honestly. “Another.”

Soap could not help a smile at that, obeying gladly.

With some time, there were several dried waxen drops on Ghost’s chest. Some of it even making dribbles of their own down. Solidifying into a white, opaque substance. Looking like something rather familiar.

Ghost had been hard for a while, probably even before the first waxen drop fell. But he had been happy to ignore it to experience how it felt while aroused. He liked it. A Lot actually. And as Soap paused to allow time between another drop, Ghost cast down his eyes to see his own defined shape in his tracksuit pants.

Although he would have been open to playing with the candle for longer, his patience was waning. And he had a feeling Soap was too, but he was polite enough to wait.

“That’s enough,” Ghost said softly, watching Soap nod and quickly blow out the candle. “Now get over here.”

Soap grinned, returning the candle back to the bedside table before obliging.

 . . .

The candle still lingered in the couples’ thoughts throughout the week. Both letting their eyes look to the drawer but kowing now would not be the best time. They wanted their first real try with the candle to be serious and where they could take all the time they needed.

It was on a weeknight. Ghost had finished the last of the paperwork backlog he had been reluctantly dealing with and Soap had the new 141 recruits in good shape for their first missions. They both coincided to be in Ghost’s room more than an hour earlier than usual.

And they knew just what to use the time for.

As they stripped down, so familiar with each other that they did not have to play around with the beginnings of foreplay, Ghost asked, “We good to use the candle?”

“Definitely,” Soap said with an eager grin and, if possible, stripping even quicker now in his eagerness.

Once undressed and on the bed. They took their time to kiss and touch. Both men’s hands were unafraid to stray and travel where they liked. Lips soon sore from kissing and arousal apparent where they half ground on each other. 

Soap recovered the bottle of lube and candle from the drawer. Lighting the candle but abandoning it to flicker anxiously on its own. Returning to Ghost, kissing and nibbling at his lips as his palm was covered in lube and journeying between Ghost’s legs.

Giving Ghost’s cock some well-earned attention, jerking his wrist up and down his lover’s length a few times just to see the way the man twitched below him. Small gasps and minuscule groans ruptured from Ghost’s lips. A mournful breath came as Soap abandoned his cock in its red, twitching state to go lower.

With well-informed fingers, Soap opened Ghost up. The older man was already half adjusted to Soap’s size but he always liked to ensure the utmost amount of comfort for his beloved lieutenant. Smiling at each small shiver or audible gasp or moan Ghost let out as he unravelled around his fingers.

Ghost was soon half limp on the bed, relaxed and comfortable. Eyes heavy-lidded and face pink with pleasure. Soap wondered how Ghost could look more beautiful each time he saw him. It made him all the more blessed to know he was all his.

Soap could not help himself, climbing up Ghost’s body to take his lips in another kiss. Passionate and hungry but deep and loving, if one could translate what Soap hoped to convey. Ghost was very receptive, replying back in kind. His legs wrapped around Soap’s waist and his arms clung to his neck to keep him close for just that little bit longer.

Soap did sadly part but returned with the source of flickering light in one hand. The candle. A bit shorter than when Soap had first bought it but still alight and flickering with the slightest movement of Soap’s hand.

“You ready, Si?” Soap asked, voice low and quiet so only Ghost would ever be privileged enough to hear it.

“Ready and willing.” Ghost replied with full certainty.

Soap only nodded, his tongue dashing out to lick his lips as he let himself look just one last time over Ghost’s body. Excited to see just how it looked by the end of this.

There was only one way to find out.

Soap lined himself up to Ghost’s entrance, on his knees and between Ghost’s legs. One hand on his own cock and one holding the candle.

Pushing in, Soap was welcomed by the familiar warmth and tightness as all nights previously, both of them letting out faint noises of relief. Soap did not move immediately. Sitting straight, he held out the candle and started tilting it. The wax began to gather and bunch until a quivering drop fell to land on Ghost’s stomach just above his belly button.

Ghost let out a soft gasp, the muscles of his torso flinching in surprise and his insides squeezed. Soap grunted in delight, biting his bottom lip as he held the candle aloft once more. This time the droplet landed on Ghost’s right pectoral. Ghost’s eyes fluttered but still watched as the wax cooled and quickly solidified.

“‘M gonna move,” Soap said gruffly in way of warning before he started pulling out.

Ghost sighed at the lost but inhaled quickly as Soap pushed in. His body flinched again as a wax drop fell onto his chest by his ribs. Soap’s hips made a slow but deep rhythm, taking his sweet time and dragging out each faint inhalation of breath from Ghost as he pushed against his more sensitive wall. Ghost’s insides infrequently squeezed around Soap’s cock whenever a waxen drop fell to land on him.

Ghost was a quiet lover, rarely making noise louder than speaking, but what he did not say, he spoke in volumes with his body. The hitching of his breath, his eyes rolling back, his hands squeezing on the fabric of the sheets. His cock bobbed with the movement of Soap’s thrusts, the tip turning bright red and weeping with pre. Whenever Soap caught Ghost’s eye, he could see pure ecstasy written on his features. And his mouth opened, perhaps only for words, but to be interrupted by the sudden gasp as candle wax dripped to his stomach.

Soap did not need long to finish, warning Ghost as much between breathless grunts. Ghost encouraged it.

“Please, Johnny- ah.” Ghost would ask, voice breathy and hushed. The words only Soap was worthy to hear. “I’m so close, so -Fuck, so close. Cum inside, Johnny. P-Please, I want to feel it.”

Johnny only needed to hear those words before reaching his climax. Weakly thrusting a few more times before he finished. Still inside, Soap took Ghost’s abandoned cock in his free hand, giving it much needed attention.

Ghost whimpered at this, head rolling back as his hips eagerly thrust into his grip. Breaths rapid and letting out small whines as the candle wax dripped and dripped and dripped. Ghost called out Soap’s name, called it like a prayer, imploring him to get him to his end.

When it finally came, Ghost shivered and quivered as one muted moan rumbled in his throat as he came into Soap’s hand and onto his stomach. Cum mingling with sweat and drying wax. Soap thought the whole sight was an image of pure debauchery.

Soap pulled out of Ghost after a moment of silent bliss, only feeling a little heartbroken when a weak moan came from Ghost from the loss. Soap blew out the flame and returned it to its place on the bedside table, disappearing away from the bed for mere moments before returning. 

Ghost returned to earth to the feeling of a cool, wet cloth wiping his spend and solid wax off his chest and stomach. The touches were soft and kind. When he opened his eyes, Soap was sitting on the end of the bed. His eyes looking warmly down as he took good care in cleaning Ghost up. Smiling as soon as he noticed Ghost looking at him.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” Soap asked, leaving the towel by the bed as he climbed back atop to cuddle by Soap.

“Ten times as good as I imagined it.” Ghost mumbled, welcoming Soap’s arms as they wrapped around him. Letting out a fulfilling sigh when he felt Soap kiss his head.

“So,” Soap started, lips still pressed to the hairline of Ghost’s head. “Black candle next time? Or maybe red?”

“Might as well get all of ‘em. That way I can pick on the day.”

Soap let out a breathy laugh and if he could, squeezed Ghost even closer.

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Tension's Release - Konig!Bowl [NSFW]

Konig is stuck on a mission between an ex, a current fling and a flirty superior. What is he to do when the stress gets too much?

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CONTAINS: Trans! Konig, Sub!Konig, voyeurism, squirting and hinting rough sex & vaginal slapping

Konig was tasked with a several day long mission, expected to do several days of recon and scouting before their day of attack. It was a lot of work and stress, the tension building by the day.

And it was not just Konig. His fellow soldiers, Krueger and Horangi as well as his commanding officer Ghost, all emanated this hint of tension. And it was not just because of the mission.

Krueger had been an ex-lover of Konig’s from his recruit days. Matching Konig’s ferocity in battle, they had found comfort in each other. Krueger protecting Konig’s aversion to crowds and Konig being a shoulder for Krueger to lean on. This friendship soon evolved into something more fairly quickly. It had all ended when Konig was redeployed, both being far too busy to keep in touch. Now they were back in the same unit and although they had played as friendly, Konig could sense there was more, still under the surface.

Horangi had, like Krueger, recently become a stout companion to Konig. Both relied on each other off and on the field so much so they had been paired by their superiors, rarely being separated on missions due to their reliability whilst together. It was unsurprising when they fell into bed together several times, if not that, against a wall or door or whatever other surface could hold their fevered weight.

Ghost was, above all else, Konig’s superior. But he was not stupid. Konig could sense the older man’s eyes on him. When he was in the gym or practising drills, lingering too long on his arms, thighs or chest. He noted each time the man passed him in the hall, how he would almost always intentionally let his shoulder brush his. How he did not flinch when their hands brushed when exchanging papers. But Konig knew anything more than acknowledgement was wishful thinking.

It was not surprising that this all came ahead on the night before the final leg of their mission, the attack.

They were all prepared and knew what they were expected to do. But all of them knew it was going to be difficult. The target’s security was tough and their men well armed. The air in their hideout was tense, thick enough you could cut it with a knife.

Konig knew he would not be able to sleep in the state he was in. Muscles bunched and mind whirring with fears and worries, not to mention the lingering questions surrounding the other men who rested around him. Horangi to the room to his left, Krueger to the right and Ghost on the couch in the area ahead of Konig’s door. It was like, even though they all slept, Konig could feel their eyes watching him. Felt their desire like they were in the room.

It made Konig’s skin ripple with goosebumps and a stirring begin between his legs.

Konig knew just the remedy to fix this agitation, however.

It started with Konig getting comfortable, which was difficult what with the tiny, bashed single bed he was provided, but it would do for now. He had at first settled under the blankets, wearing just a shirt and boxers. Konig lay on his back and, once satisfied, let his dominant hand move between his legs.

He started by palming at his mound above his underwear, cupping his sex and letting his fingers graze past and through to give faint gratification. He did this for a few moments, allowing his mind to calm its busy traffic of thoughts to settle. Focusing his attention to something to bring greater pleasure along with his own touch.

He found himself recalling the last time Horangi went down on him. How he had Konig perched on a table in an abandoned briefing room at head base, bending the larger man over until his knees were near his head. His mouth on his cunt, making Konig coo and keen with each lap of his tongue.

Konig hummed faintly as he reminisced, his middle and ring finger toying with his cock through his boxers. Feeling slick start to dampen the crotch.

His mind carried on, remembering how Horangi’s thin, dexterous pushed inside him as he sucked on Konig’s budding cock like the sweetest candy. 

Konig let out an audible sigh but then bit his lip, realising he shouldn’t be too loud or else risk being overheard by the others. That did not stop him from continuing, however.

He felt himself growing hot, felt sweat threatening to brim on the skin of his forehead and pits. Reluctant, Konig quickly kicked off the sheets so he only lay on the mattress with open air being his only bed companion.

Now a bit eager, Konig tucked his hand past the waistband to get at his own cock. Needing more of his own touch without the barrier of soft fabric. It felt more raw as he touched himself like the dial had been turned from five to eleven. It almost had his hand faltering so as not to overwhelm him too quickly, giving himself a moment to recalibrate.

He thought about Horangi’s hands and fingers. How, even though his own dwarfed the Korean’s, they held and clutched at him firmly. Manhandling him to fit into the perfect shape for Horangi to enjoy him all the more, sometimes in positions that challenge his or both of their flexibility. Which made it all the more thrilling.

Rubbing from entrance to cock, spreading slick with his two fingers, Konig longed for that steady touch again. Missing how his thighs or chest would be squeezed, his hips steadied or back being pushed down onto the mattress. He thought of hands growing rough, starting to scratch at his back and pull at his hair.

He was thinking about Krueger now.

Although Konig felt a wiggling of self-reproach, he pushed it to the side. He had done more shameful things to Krueger than just this.

He thought of how rough he had used to play with Krueger. How they used to leave behind bite and scratch marks, blemishing their skin for days at a time often replacing them with new ones before the first fade.

Konig remember one heated exchange, where Krueger had harshly pushed him down over the bed whilst he still stood. Only able to feel rather than see Krueger hurriedly pull his pants down. Konig, now, felt himself shiver at the thought of how exposed he had felt. Feeling Krueger’s eyes on his pussy, seeing just how wet he was. Konig bit at his lip as he keened, recalling how Krueger had then slapped at his cunt, careful but firm.

Konig felt himself fidget on the bed, hand giving up on his cock for now and moving lower. Pressing a finger past his folds inside, feeling his own walls flinch at the intrusion.

Although his fingers were larger, they were not particularly as filling as he would have liked. But they would have to make do.

Krueger had been so rough then. Having both finished sparring, Krueger had demanded through huffed breaths to follow him back to their shared dorm. Where after pulling his pants down and slapping his cunt, he had pushed his cock in with no warning. But Konig had not minded one bit, groaning delightedly by how filled he felt. Welcoming the familiar obtrusion and squeezing around it, forcing a restrained grunt from the man behind him.

Konig found his own g-spot, pressing on it and letting out a flailing gasp before hastily cupping a hand over his mouth. Adding another finger, he curled and pressed at the most sensitive of spots until he had to squeeze the palm of his hand against his lips as groan after moan threatened to be released. 

Krueger had had one hand combed through Konig’s hair and pushing him down to the mattress, fucking into him so hard the slapping of hips against ass deafened the sounds of pleasure from the two of them. Soon leaving the skin of his cheeks raw, red and tender when Krueger had squeezed them later.

Konig at present, whimpered as he added another digit, thinking about how Krueger had leaned over all the while continuing his mirthless thrusts to talk by Konig’s ear. Telling about how tight his cunt was, how wet and warm. How he was going to cum inside and relish watching each drop slide out of him. Telling him, no, demanding him to take it all. 

Konig had always considered asking Krueger to order him around with words instead of just by push or shove. Demanding Konig to obey if he wanted more.

His mind daringly thought about his superior. How his low, stern voice. Growing raspy with exertion, excitement or frustration. Sounding almost debauched even over comms mid-mission.

Konig feels guilt bubble in his chest, fingers still moving as his mind prodded for more. But he was too far gone to let negativity get to him and potentially ruin the bliss he was currently experiencing. Let him indulge, just this once.

Ghost ordering him to strip and get onto the bed. Once completed, then telling him to open and spread so he can have a good look. The thought had an immense shiver travel down his spine, so harsh that Konig’s hand disappeared from his mouth to clutch at the sheet below him. Leaving his mouth free to dispense another debauched moan.

His fingers inside were satisfying but not orgasm-inducing, not by themselves anyway. Having enough of his dirtied underwear, he pulled his boxers down and off himself so he was straining just that little less before returning to his throbbing cock.

Now naked, with nothing to hide his shame, it made Konig all the more aware of the other occupants of his surroundings. His mind boldly wondering if they noticed the noises emanating from his room.

Konig’s fingers rubbed at his clit, his head rolling back on his shoulders to press further into the pillow as he thought.

Horangi was just behind the wall at his bedhead. The easiest to hear him, Konig hoped Horangi was aware of just what he was doing. Perhaps his own, cleaver fingers were touching himself too in tandem with what he heard.

Krueger’s resting place was through the neighbouring wall and Konig wondered if he was listening. Ears keening for each sliver of sound with cock hard between his legs. His strong, demanding hands clutched onto the fabric of his sheets. Squeezing as if to temper the tension that was rising from his erection.

And then Ghost.

Lieutenant Ghost was just on the other side of Kongi’s door, having volunteered to sleep on the couch and be guarding his subordinates as they slept. Konig knew Ghost was a light sleeper and he considered for a moment if he had woken him up with his sounds. Not touching or moving but silently listening in, knowing well just what Konig was doing.

Konig moaned outwardly, finding himself not caring at all now if any of his compatriots heard him. If anything, he would be glad if they did. Let them hear how much he wanted them, needed them. How he wanted all of them to touch and kiss and fuck him until he was nothing but a puddle of pleasure-drunk nerves.

Konig was now a growing mess on top of the bed, hand rubbing feverishly against his bud of nerves. Feeling his climax nearing but still not yet cusping.

Thought upon thought, image after image, desires upon filthy desires kept building in his mind. Blurring into a need for just it all, for pleasure, for lust, for all of them to see just what they were all doing to him.

Konig was gasping and moaning like he truly wanted them to hear. Let the noises be engraved in their minds for the rest of the night. Let them see him in the morning and hear it in their heads like a spirit forever haunting them.

Fuck he wanted to cum so bad. His hand like a blur between his legs as he rubbed at his clit with all of his wet slickened fingers.

Feeling that wave building, and Building, and BUILDING and-

Konig suddenly came tumbling down, releasing all the tension so sheer he almost felt lightheaded. His body wriggling as pleasure shook his very bones. Eyes watching in ecstatic-filled horror as he saw a squirting of liquid spray forward. Soaking his hand and soiling the mattress below.

Although a surprise, Konig kept rubbing his cock, wringing every last drop of rapture he could muster. Bumbling and whimpering and moaning all the while, faint words like ‘yes, oh, god, fuck, bitte’ spewing past his lips. His hand only stopped when he feared overstimulation to the point of loss of feeling in his cock.

His hand dropping to his side and body going limp where he lay. His chest heaving, taking in deep gulps of air like he had almost drowned. Still uncaring if others heard as he came down from the highest of cloud nine.

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Missing You Pt 2 - Horangi x Konig [NSFW]

Horangi returns from his mission, will he learn of what Konig got up to while he was away?

PART ONE

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Horangi was relieved to see the KorTac base again. Two months undercover in a shitty hideout meant he had come to miss his small quarters, basic meals and the friendly faces of the team. Especially that of his partner, Konig.

It was going into the evening when Horangi’s heli landed on the tarmac and he finally felt solid ground after hours of flying. Not getting a moment to catch his breath before he was ushered to a briefing room. Needing to debrief and write his mission report.  Horangi did as he was ordered, making sure to be quick about it. The jitters of being home and being so close to Konig had his knee bobbing under the table as he wrote. Eyes looking to the clock and hands flicking through each page, hoping he would finish before curfew. Finally done, Horangi was quickly out of the door.

Determined to hunt down Konig, he realised his quarry was just outside the briefing room door, leaning against the wall.

Konig lifted his head and his blue eyes closed in a bright smile. Immediately stepping away from the wall to meet Horangi at the door.

“Horangi, welcome back,” Konig said cheerily.

“It’s good to be back,” Horangi replied, looking up and down the hall, he frowned. “Were you waiting for me?”

“But of course! I came as soon as I heard you had arrived.”

Horangi’s frown only worsened at that, “How long?”

“N-Not long,” 

“Konig . . .” 

“ . . . Two hours.”

“ Two hours ?” Horangi repeated, exasperated. “You didn’t have to do that. I would've come to find you as soon as I was done.”

“I know . . .” Konig mumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “But I wanted to. I . . . I wanted to be the first person you saw when you came back.”

Horangi’s heart twinged in delightful heartbreak at the thought and he could not help but let out a small laugh, “Well, aren’t you sweet.”

Konig only flushed, the small bit of skin around his eyes blooming red even through the black paint.

“Have you eaten?” Horangi asked, knowing he himself was starving as he had not eaten since before his exfil earlier that day.

Kongi shook his head, “No, not yet.”

“Let’s go get dinner, then. And I’ll tell you all about the mission.” Horangi said while nodding with his head to follow him.

“I would love that.” Voice sounding genuinely delighted.

The towering Austrian then took to Horangi’s side as they walked. Shoulders brushing with each step.

. . .

The two enjoyed a filling but boringly simple meal from the mess along with Horangi recounting his mission. Gladly answering any of Konig’s questions and preening when he heard Konig’s praise. All the while, their legs brushed under the table, both restraining their need for closeness until later, when they were alone.

Luckily, they did not have to wait long, as Konig gladly invited Horangi to ‘visit’ his quarters. Which, between them, meant Horangi would not complete his visitation until morning.

Konig ushered Horangi inside and closed the door, happy to see Horangi in his personal space again.

Horangi went to sit down on the edge of the bed, going about removing his sunglasses and mask now that there were no prying eyes to watch. Konig himself had just removed his hood when he noticed it. The pillowcase he had pilfered from Horangi’s room had been abandoned on his bed. Right where Horangi was sitting.

Konig hastily grabbed the case, hoping Horangi did not see it. It appeared so as Horangi only looked at him in confusion at his sudden movement.

“What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing.” Konig mumbled as he quickly went to his dresser drawers.

“Then what are you holding?” Konig flinched when he heard Horangi get up from the bed. Pulling out a drawer intending to hide the item until further notice. 

“It’s really nothing.” Closing the draw and turning, Horangi was right behind him, making Konig jump.

“Then why are you hiding it?”  The taller man almost flinched again when he saw the suspicion in Horangi’s face. Scarred lips thinned into a line and handsome eyes squinting as he tried to look past him.

“I . . . Uhm . . .” Konig started, eyes nervously darting between Horangi and the drawer. “It’s . . .”

Horangi’s sharp gaze softened as he realised he may be distressing him. Reaching out, he took one of Konig’s hands in his own. The Austrian’s hand was unsurprisingly large, with broad fingers and callouses from where he held his weapon. Horangi’s were dwarfed slightly in comparison, not that he minded. Horangi could probably look at them for days, admire them, touch them, kiss them. He was almost tempted to but he had other matters to attend to first.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Horangi reassured, squeezing the palm of Konig’s right hand between both of his own. “But you can tell me anything, ok?”

Konig seemed to ponder over that, his eyes looking to the drawer once before he looked back to Horangi. Very clearly torn between whether to explain himself or not.

“I . . . It’s a pillowcase f-from your room.”

“From my room?” Horangi echoed, a bit confused.

“I went to drop off that book you gave me,” Konig explained, voice hastened in an effort to explain himself. “And I . . . I er- got . . . Got distracted.” His hand between Horangi’s own squeezed. “I thought it best to take it for . . . For safekeeping.”

Horangi only needed a moment before he connected the dots. His heart then swelling as he realised just what this meant. “Did you miss me that much?”

“M-More than that! I think I would have gone a little crazy if you had come back any later. But I did not steal anything else! I thought this might not be of importance so you would not miss it when it was gone.”

Horangi felt a smile curl his lip, his whole chest feeling this dull sort of ache as he listened to Konig. Could someone feel sad but also so overjoyed at the same time? Because Horangi thought he felt it, with his chest aching but heart soaring at the thought of what his absence had meant to Konig. That he had been so desperate for anything tangibly Horangi’s that he had stooped to taking something of his to ensure he did not grow too lonely.

Someone else may have thought it a tad unhealthy but to Horangi it was one of the most romantic things he had ever heard.

“You can have whatever you want Konig, just say the word.”

“Oh,” Konig looked visibly surprised by that. His eyes lowered to look over Horangi’s form. “Then . . . Then can I have your shirt? O-Only after you’ve finished using it . . .” 

Konig faltered as his eyes grew wide. Watching as Horangi took off his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and holding it ourt to him. 

“Go on,” Horangi pushed the clothing into Konig’s hands. “It’s yours.”

Konig’s fingers were trembling slightly, apprehension and thrill making his heartbeat ring in his ears. Looking down at the fabric - to the untrained eye it was nothing special - a grey military issue t-shirt with the KorTac emblem covering where the heart would be on the left. But for Konig, it was like a priceless treasure. The cloth was still warm from Horangi’s body heat and even from this distance he could smell the hint of sweat that had set him off a few weeks prior. His hands were now shaking as he lifted the shirt to his nose, feeling his face burn red as he did it all the while Horangi watched. Sharp eyes not ever looking away, partially lidded and pupils blown out as it appeared that Horangi was quite enjoying what he was watching.

“I had no idea you liked my smell so much,” Horangi said, voice hushed. 

The Korean man stepped closer, one leg pressing between both of Konig’s own until their hips were touching. Konig let in a quickened breath as he felt a shape pressing to his abdomen. Horangi had gotten excited.

“I . . . I didn’t either,” Konig mumbled, pressing the cloth harder to his face in an effort to hide his embarrassment. Feeling his rushing blood start to pump south. “It wasn’t until you left that I realised.”

Horangi let out a soft hum, tilting his head slightly as he watched Konig for a moment. Watching as he breathed into his shirt. A shirt he had been wearing all day and that he had dirtied with sweat.

“Well, next time, tell me. I’ll leave some clothes behind for you.”

Konig’s eyes brightened, the ice-cold blue eyes so pretty Horangi did not dare look away. “Y-You would do that? For me?”

“Of course,” Horangi said, not helping but smiling. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”

Konig’s heart ached as if it had grown with each affirmation Horangi gave him. At this point, he was worried it was going to burst out of his chest. The pain of it, to the joy of it, made his eyes sting again. Before he knew it, tears were dribbling down his cheeks.

“I-I-I thought . . . I thought you might . . . Might think it weird.” Konig mumbled with a trembling, weeping voice.

“Not at all!” Horangi immediately reassured. Reaching up and cupping Konig’s face between his hands, pulling him away from the shirt. Horangi felt adoration swell in his chest as he beheld him. Eyes glittering with glistening tears, lips trembling and cheeks blotching red. If it were not for the fact that Konig was in distress, he would consider making Konig cry more often. He looked so beautiful. So perfect.

Horangi pushed himself up on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Konig’s lips, enjoying the sharp but snotty inhalation of breath through the other man’s nose. Konig’s free hand reached out to hold him close as he reciprocated, Horangi not minding when he tasted the salt of Konig’s tears between their lips.

In fact, it excited him. Aroused him, even.

Horangi pulled his lips away, licking his lips to savour the taste. Seeing the wet tracks down Konig’s cheeks he sprung into action. Kissing at each of Konig’s eyelids, happy to feel Konig almost melt a little in his hands. He then dashed his tongue out and licked the tear trails. Only a little disturbed when he felt himself harden at the tang of salt.

Pulling away, Horangi allowed Konig to bury his face once more into the shirt in his hand. His eyes still visible and wide as they looked at him.

“You know, I think it’s hot actually.”

“R-Really?”

Horangi nodded in affirmation his small smile only faltering for a moment before he said, “It also gives me an idea.”

. . .

Konig was still leaning against the set of drawers. His left hand shakily holding onto the edge of the furniture as his knees grew weaker by the moment, his right still forever holding Horangi’s donated shirt to his face. Gasping in air that smelled of him. 

His eyes casted down to watch what was happening below.

Horangi was on his knees, hands on either of Konig’s hips and his mouth around Konig’s cock. Just as he had imagined it.

Konig whined as Horangi pulled his mouth off with a ‘pop’ and licked at the head, divoting into the slit. His eyes crinkled when he heard just how much Konig was enjoying himself.

He took Konig’s cock again into his mouth, nose flaring for breaths as he did. Struggling to accommodate but still making room as Konig went past his tongue and down his throat. Letting out a faint groan as he felt the shaft twitch, only making Horangi all the harder.

Horangi’s head began to move, his lips dragging up and down Konig’s shaft. Coating the shaft in his saliva as he did. Konig’s eyes closed in pleasure for a moment before opening again, Horangi feeling smug to know he wanted to watch.

His pace quickened as he grew used to Konig’s size down his throat, although his jaw did start to ache. But Horangi gladly ignored it, as it was worth it to see Konig creep closer and closer to orgasm.

Horangi could see it coming near. See it in how the great expanse of Konig’s chest rippled with shiver after shiver and breath after shaky breath. He could feel it on his tongue, the veins on the shaft twitching as it strained not to finish too soon. He could hear it in Konig’s noises, going from intermittent to often, not growing louder but rather shakier and higher in pitch.

“Sheisse,” Konig’s muffled voice swore. “I-I’m close, Horangi . . . I-I hah- I’m almost there.”

 His head then rolled back, shirt still bunched to his mouth and nose. Coming to the precipice, just before it all came crashing down. His eyes squeezed shut, his shoulders hunching. Konig let out one rasping breath, his lungs gasping to hold one more breath before-

A hand squeezed at his balls and the base of his cock, the warmth and bliss of Horangi’s mouth gone.

“Wha-” Konig blustered as he looked down.

Horangi was still down on his knees, hands between Konig’s knees. He must have seen the anguish and confusion in Konig’s eyes as he smiled, that hungry glitter in his gaze.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Konig whimpered in distress, hips fidgeting in frustration. His body jittery with energy from being edged.

“Get on the bed for me,” Horangi requested, getting up to his feet. “And get undressed.”

Konig did not even stop to complain. Shuffling onto the bed and stripping, careful not to aggravate his painfully hard cock. Horangi was soon with him, the rest of his clothes already forgotten on the floor.

“Get comfortable,” Horangi said as he climbed up ontop of him, settling down down on his knees on either side of Konig’s legs. “I’m gonna ride you.”

Konig was happy to hear but still spoke, “B-But don’t you need to prep? We have not done it in so long.”

Horangi let out a huff of a laugh, “Oh please, what do you think I was getting up to on my mission? I had so much free time while I was away.”

Konig felt his aching cock twitch at the thought. Horangi missing Konig. Missing Konig being inside him. So much so he had fingered himself just to satiate the urge. Perhaps thinking of him as he did it, calling out his name even though he was not there to hear it. Konig would have to remember this conversation for later.

In the meanwhile, Horangi had poured lube onto Konig’s cock. The cool liquid a soothing balm for his aroused agitation but even more greatful when Horangi’s hand took him in a soft grip. Spreading the lube up and down, perhaps giving him a few more delicious strokes before leaving him again.

Horangi only looked back for a moment to ensure he was lined up right before facing to lock eyes with Konig. Bright, cold blue and dark, warm brown. The former looked balefully onwards, while the latter stared back ravenous. Both of them squeezing closed as Horangi took Konig’s generous size in one move. Konig whined as Horangi let out a grateful sigh as they settled. Their eyes opening once more and holding the others gaze.

Horangi lifted himself up again experimentally, Konig assisting by holding a hand at his hip to keep him steady. Mourning the loss of heat and tightness of Horangi’s insides for only a moment more before Horangi sat straight down again. Forcing a gasp out of Konig.

With that Horangi created an exquisite but agonizing rhythm, dragging Koing’s cock out deliberately slow before falling down in one snap. Skin slapping as Konig could only gasp. The hand on his hip weakly squeezing while the other kept Horangi’s shirt close.

Horangi’s cock bobbed unattended as he rode Konig. Ignored by Horangi, who knew full well he could finish with just Konig's cock alone, given time.

Konig was very clearly reaching his end again, his eyes only just managing to stay open as he struggled for air. Horangi was not going to allow this.

Ceasing his movements and sitting flatly on Konig’s cock, he ignored the mourning whimper from his lover to lean over the larger man. He placed one of his hands over the lower half of Konig’s face over the shirt. Stifling Konig’s already out-of-pace breaths. Konig did not object, his now unoccupied hand going to Horangi’s other hip. His eyes were pleasingly pitiful as he waited for Horangi to continue. And Horangi opted to not keep him waiting.

Changing plans, Horangi now ground down on Konig’s cock. Knees steady on the bed and hips rolling back and fro, bringing great pleasure to the both of them. Horangi groaning as Konig’s cock pushed against a spot he favoured inside.

This time, Horangi did not take his time. His hips grinding on Konig’s cock mercilessly, making the bed they lay on creak with each movement. All the while, Horangi’s hand held strongly at his face. Allowing air to still filter through the fabric but barely, smothering Konig with only Horangi’s scent surrounding him.

Konig felt pure pleasurable euphoria as his chest needed air enough to ache. The strain being so much that tears began to well up in his eyes.

Horangi smiled, almost smug if he were not so far gone himself. 

“Fuck,” He gasped, eyes etching over what little of Konig’s face he could see. “God, you’re so beautiful when you cry.” Horangi bit his bottom lip, his own cock twitching in warning of his impending end. “You make the prettiest faces when you cry . . . Hah- It makes me want to make you cry ngh- more often.”

Konig only groaned, upper body stretching and arching. To Horangi’s sick joy, the tears fell and wet the shirt.

Konig was close again, so close. He wanted it to end but didn’t. The pleasure of Horangi riding him into oblivion and the pain to struggle for breath brought such elation. His mind near to thoughtlessness apart from the pure want for Horangi. 

Horangi was a sight to behold, even in Konig’s exfixated state. Weak but visible smile, ears tinted pink and forehead wet with sweat.

“Cum for me, Konig.” Horangi rasped, riding Konig’s cock like his life depended on it. Like if he did not, it would all end. “Go on. Inside. I don’t mind.”

Konig whined and whimpered below, his head rolling from side to side but eyes never leaving Horangi’s. The shirt was moistened not just by tears but saliva, his mouth now open and begging for air.

“I want to feel it inside. Give it to me. Go on. Be good for me.”

It was not a moment after that Konig came. Muscles seizing and toes curling. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as orgasmic rapture overcame him, forcing more tears to fall from his eyes.

Horangi was so close that all he needed was to see Konig, pathetic and wretched as he is, cum. To feel Konig twitch inside him as he spilled his seed. Now only needing a few more rolls of his hips before he too came. His cock spurting cum out in rivulets onto Konig’s bare and pale stomach.

Horangi immediately removed both his hand and shirt away from Konig’s mouth, a small bit relieved to hear the Austrian gasp gratefully for air. After which both men stilled to breathe and to come down from the highest of cloud nines.

Konig was the first to move, hands on Horangi’s hips rubbing up and down his sides as he let out a content sigh. The other man lowering to kiss either of Konig’s cheeks before he took his lips. Neither moving for a while, just savouring the pleasantness of it all.

Pulling away, Horangi smiled weakly. “I need a shower and a good night's sleep.”

“You can use my bathroom.” Konig offered, voice hopeful. “And I can go get a change of sheets and you could spend the night . . . Maybe?” The last word attached on in a vestige effort to not force Horangi.

“I’m surprised you would even asked, isn’t it a given that I’d stay?”

“Well . . . I wanted to extend the invite regardless.”

Horangi actually chuckled at that, stealing one, then two, then several short loving pecks on the lips from Konig. God, how he loved him.

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Thankful To Have Any At All - Ghost x Konig [NSFW]

König has found himself in trouble after he performed badly on his last mission. And his lieutenant has him in his sights for his punishment.

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Apart from traveling all over the world and participating in dangerous, life threatening missions, König did not get many benefits in the 141 as compared to being in the general armed forces. But that was before he and Lieutenant Ghost caught eyes.

Ghost had the commanding presence and authority König could only wish to have. The Lieutenant was also very good at wrangling his motley men, including König, who was more than happy to follow orders if it meant he could impress him. Which he often did. So much so he even obtained special privileges .

König had the great and unworthy privilege of having sex with the infamous Lieutenant Ghost. It was on a casual basis and encounters were usually arranged by König's superior. To say it simply, Ghost asked for him when he wanted. Which König was much to his liking. So much so he would grin under his veil just thinking about it as he waled around base.

The one problem is that Ghost is quite strict. 

When König excels in a mission, following the briefing to a T or going above and beyond station to get the job done, Ghost was quick to have his way with him soon after. Giving him his rightful reward, which König happily accepted.

The opposite happens when König failed or messed up on a mission. Typically when he goes awol on the mission to finish a kill, being too slow to point or general bad performance. All of which often bit him in the ass when next Ghost called upon him.

On this certain day, König had been stupid and charged in ahead of Ghost’s signal. Endangering himself and blowing cover. All worked out in the end, as it often did when Ghost was around, but suffice to say Ghost was pissed and he knew just the thing to teach König a lesson.

He had ordered his soldier to be in his room after lights out and to be on his best behaviour until then. König obeyed but he did had a small feeling of dread, arriving in front of Ghost’s door and knocking.

König was quickly welcomed in with the open door and went in. 

Ghost was dressed down to a shirt and boxers, mask still in place over his face. His brown eyes were furrowed in soft annoyance, still clearly displeased from the mission. He ordered König to strip, who did so obediently, once in his own undershirt and underwear, Ghost provided the rules.

“No penetraction,” Ghost said resolutely.

König was immediately disappointed, about to open his mouth to complain or make his case, when Ghost rose a hand to silence him.

“I don’t wanna here it,” Ghost said stiffly. “You’re lucky I give you anything with the shit that you pulled.”

König hung his head in shame, “F-Forgive me, Lieutenant. It won’t happen again.”

“It better,” Ghost replied as he walked to the bed and climbed up. “Now get over here.”

König, ever the curious man, followed his superior officer to the bed and joined him.

“You can use your mouth, hands, whatever but no penetration.” Ghost further explained.

König glummly kept his head low, looking over Ghost’s frame on the bed. His skin was pale with pink and red scars covering most of his skin. König could not help but look to the crotch of his superior longingly, wandering to his legs and finding himself admiring them.

They were heavily defined and thick, scarred like the rest of him and scattering of fair blonde hair. König had always been impressed with Ghost’s physice, which was far more defined and strong than König's. He had seen his Lietenant lift weights as heavy as him in the gym. He had felt the way they squeezed around his waist as he fucked Ghost. Once he had them around his head and they were squeezing so tight, König had to pause before he lost blood circulation.

This recollection gave König a idea. He offered the idea to his Lieutenant, who pondered over it. It did not break any of his rules, so he eventually agreed. König gave instructions on position and Ghost obeyed.

Ghost was now laying on his back on the bed, legs bent and thighs pressed together. He wore his shirt and mask but had removed his underwear by request. This meant his cunt was now on display. 

König yearned to put his cock inside, already missing the slick and tight walls of his lietenant’s pussy. But he did not wish to disobey Ghost, not right away anyway. 

He made do by pressing two fingers between the lips, dragging up to the engoured clit at the top. His forefinger rubbing at the tip, happy to hear Ghost let out a grunt of satisfaction. His two fingers enclosed on either side of Ghost’s dick and rubbing at the sides. Delivering pleasure but not satisfaction, as König knew.

This frustrated Ghost enough that he grabbed onto König’s wrist and grunted, “Get on with it.”

“Yes, sir,” König replied, taking his hand away.

König was happy to see Ghost’s cunt was now a blossoming red, in between his lips glistening from juices. He was sorely tempted to have a taste but had a feeling Ghost would only grow more annoyed the further he postponed.

His own cock already awakened by watching his own handiwork, König pulled himself out and gave himself a few jerks to get him to full mast. Eyes looking over all of Ghost's figure definitely helped. As well as when he caught Ghost watching him touch himself, a flicker of longing in those dark eyes.

König got on his knees before Ghost, aligning himself. König then pushed his hard cock between Ghost’s thighs. Between the defined muscles to the other side, just above Ghost’s cunt. It wasn’t the same as the heavenly walls of Ghost’s insides but König was grateful to get what he can.

He then started moving. Thrusting his cock in between Ghost’s large, muscular thighs as if he was fucking him. Both of König’s hands holding fast at Ghost’s knees as he rocked back and forth with his hips. He looked down to see his own cock going in and out, the additional skin dragging back each time to reveal the red, pre-dripping head. 

Looking to Ghost, he could see he seemed to be enjoying himself enough. Heavy lashed eyes watching quietly as he saw Konig fuck him from the outside. Seemingly fascinated by König’s cocked as it bobbed in and out.

König, hoping to get a reaction, lowered his stance slightly. Now while he fucked between Ghost’s gorgeous thighs, his cock also rubbed against and between Ghost’s wet lips. König watch Ghost’s eyes carefully for a reaction. For Ghost to chastise him. But nothing came.

König found he was enjoying it in its own unique way. How the small channel of warmth between thighs juxstapised the cool air on either side. 

In fact, when Konig picked up the pace, Ghost let out a small grunt. König’s cock brushed and rubbed by Ghost’s dick each time it past. Giving Ghost some enjoyable satisfaction. This only encouraged König who increased the speed. Grinding his cock between Ghost's lips, smearing his slick along the underside which only made his movements easier. König's head rubbing and brushing by Ghost's each time. Tip kissing tip to great enjoyment for both.

König pulled his cock cleanly out from between, taking himself in hand and spreading Ghost's juices along his length. He could see Ghost frowning again, watching. König almost thought he was getting impatient. So König did not waste another moment. Pressing back in to great affect for both.

König soon felt himself nearing his end. His grip in Ghost’s knees tightening in silent warning. 

“Go on then, big guy.” Ghost urged gruffly. “Let me see it” 

König whimpered, pulling fully out and away, intending to do a few more deep thrusts before pleasure consumed him. But instead, on complete accident, he pushed in between Ghost’s lips and inside. Raw. Both mean gasped suddenly in surprise, Ghost’s back even arching on the bed.

“I-I’m sorry, Lieutenant!” König blustered. “I-I-I’ll pull out. Forgive me-” 

“If you pull out now, I won’t let you cum.” Ghost said harshly, glaring through the eyeholes of his mask. 

“But you said no-” 

“Pull out and you’re on your own.” Ghost threatened, eyes fiery.

“Y-Yes sir.” König then obeyed. With thighs still pressed together, Ghost’s walls were slightly tighter and he welcomed the warmth that surrounded him. König started moving again, his cock dragging against the upper wall making Ghost let out a delicious groan.

König had an idea, pausing only for a moment. 

“Please straighten your legs, Lieutenant.” 

Ghost looked annoyed but obliged. Whilst König still inside, he straightened his legs up in front of König who then wrapped both arms around them and made the knees bend to both hang over one shoulder.

Lifting slightly so Ghost’s ass was light on the bed, König started thrusting. In and down, pressing fully in with the faint slap of skin each time. König was careful at first but once he was certain he would not finish too soon, he picked up the pace. 

Fucking deeper and harder until Ghost was gasping and grunting below him. The man’s strong hands reaching to grasp onto König’s hips, weakly urging him ever deeper.

König was not too far from finishing again. Taking heavy breaths to ask, “L-Lieutenant may I hah- may I finish inside?” 

Ghost seemed to struggle for words for a moment before managing. “Fine ngh- . . . But you’ll have to lick it clean”

“With-With pleasure, sir.” König said with full honestly. 

Putting in all his focus and energy into his last few thrusts. Pressing as deep as he could and pushing against Ghost’s insides just right for his superior to moan outl oud and squeeze around him. König’s knuckles were white as they gripped Ghost’s legs but the other man did not seem to care. Ghost's eyes rolled back behind the mask and rapture making his blonde eyelashes flutter. König came inside with one last strong trust, savouring how Ghost squeezed every last drop of him out and inside.

“Now,” Ghost said immediately, not allowing König rest, pulling away from König’s cock with a squelch. Making König whimper at the loss. “Lie down and let me sit on you before I change my mind.”

König was slow to reaction, blinking through the lust-hazed fog of his mind, but he obeyed. Lying on his back, head resting in the pillows. Ghost was quick to sit astride him on his knees, cunt hover just over König’s mouth.

“Tap my thigh, otherwise, don’t you dare stop.” Ghost threatened, frowning down at the pleasure drunk man below him.

König only nodded and opened his mouth, ready. That was enough of a response for Ghost, who sat. Entrance just shy of König’s chin and cock brushing at his upper lip before his nose.

König got to work, his tongue pressing between lips to taste at his superior. He tasted delicious, just as he remembered, with a tang of his own cum being a pleasant addition. König lifted either of his hands to hold at Ghost’s thighs to hold him there. Sighing as he relished his punishment. 

Ghost made noises above him, the muscles of his legs occasionally twitching or tensing as König had at him.

König moved his face slightly to take Ghost’s cock in mouth. Sucking it between his lips like he would any other, his tongue rubbing at the tip and making Ghost audibly gasp and wriggle above him.

Already well on the way to his end, König was pleased to have Ghost nearing his end soon. His thighs tightening by the moment around his head. One of Ghost’s hand’s reached down to comb through König’s hair and tug at the strangs, forcing König to moan.

“Keep your head steady and stick out your tongue,” Ghost ordered through harsh breaths. “I’m going to fuck you mouth.”

König did his best to nod, still tired from coming just earlier but thrilled to experience this. He pushed his tongue forward in a point for his lieutenant. With his hand still in the Austrian’s hair, Ghost rolled his hips and brushed his cock over König’s tonuge.

Each thrust was like another wave, building onto one another until Ghost’s hips were buckling, stuttering. König enrapt his lips around Ghost’s dick and sucked one last time, tongue rolling over and over on the tip, driving Ghost half mad as he came. 

Gasping and groaning, grip tight on König’s hair. HIs thighs had a vice grip around Konig’s head and he only closed his eyes as his Lieutenant came in his mouth.

Ghost took his sweet time to come down from rapture, not even moving until his gasping breaths were settled and silenced. Eventually, Ghost pulled off of him with shaking legs, leaving König’s nose, mouth and chin wet.

“Get in the shower . . . ,” Ghost said, steadying his voice. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

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Forever Enduring - Konig x Ghost [NSFW]

König is a dangerous man in general but is unrelenting when it relates to Ghost being hurt. No one but him can do that.

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Konig always sees Ghost off before he goes on a mission. Hoping to wish him well and have one final talk with him. Especially as this would be a solo mission, with only Ghost going in, with a pilot and medic on standby for evac.

Konig had pulled Ghost aside just before leaving. The lieutenant was fully dressed for combat, the tactical gear making his already large, muscular frame all the more pronounced. Konig hoped it would be enough to protect him.

He had him close, looking down into those calm, warm brown eyes. 

“You better come back alive,” Konig said, voice calm, not a single inflection of his usual anxiety. 

“And what if I don’t?” Ghost asked casually.

Not even flinching when Konig’s large hand cupped the side of his neck and forced him to lift his head to look solely on his veiled face.

Konig’s eyes were a chilling blue-white, pupils dilated as he spoke under his mask. “You won’t. Or I’ll hunt them down and make them pay.” His tone was deadly, dripping with violence. “You promised, only get to kill you.” 

Konig felt Ghost’s Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and his shoulders rise in heavy breaths through the slight squeeze at his neck.

“Ghost!” A voice called over from his shoulder. Captain Price was waiting by the chopper. “Time to roll out!”

Konig let Ghost go then, watching mournfully as he went to climb up. Feeling a twinge of satisfaction as he notice Ghost look back to him as he flew off.

. . .

Konig dropped whatever he was doing immediately when he heard about Ghost’s imminent return. Taking quick, giant steps to the helipad to welcome his lieutenant’s arrival. The other soldiers on the tarmac watched but did not approach, knowing full well why he was there.

Konig breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ghost stepping out of the chopper looking unharmed and walking fine. But as he got closer, however, Konig noticed the blood.

A small stain of red on his outer, upper left arm. And Konig felt fury burn in his gut and Ghost could see it. The medic was about to approach him but the lieutenant waved them off with a hand before approaching Konig. Not seeming at all afraid at the look of anger in the Austrian’s eyes.

“What happened?” Konig asked, voice strained from holding back rage.

“Just a bullet graze, enemy snuck around and surprised me. He had rubbish aim though.” 

Konig felt his jaw clench as he lifted a hand to the wound. He could see the white gauze beneath the ripped cloth, it appeared to merely be a flesh wound and would easily heal to barely a mark. And yet, Konig’s temper did not cool.

Konig grabbed him by the arm and was forcefully dragging Ghost away. Leading him off until he found a vacant briefing room nearby and went in. Letting go of Ghost’s arm to close and lock the door before rounding on him.

“Are you going to tell me what this temper tantrum is about?” Ghost asked gruffly, leaning against one of the tables and crossing his arms. Knowing full well what this was about.

“I told you not to hurt yourself.” Konig hissed, stepping right up into Ghost’s space.

The lieutenant still showed no intimidation from the man towering over him. In fact, he let out a huff, “You’re an idiot if you think I would get out of there unscathed.”

Konig’s anger was tempering but only by a notch. Reaching out, he took a grip on Ghost’s hurt arm. Squeezing at the gauze and the wound protected below.

Konig did not stop even when Ghost hissed, but the superior did not pull away.

“You’re mine. All mine. Only mine.” Konig whispered harshly, pressing hard enough to reopen the wound slightly and allow droplets of blood to soil the gauze. “Only I should be allowed to leave a mark on you.”

Ghost, eyes scrunched slightly from the pain, letting out a huff. “Well, now you’re just being unrealistic.” He was calm apart from a twinge of pain, looking into those eyes unflinchingly. “Go on then. Mark me. Give me a scar I wouldn’t mind seeing.”

“Fine.” Konig only said.

His large hands were quick to remove Ghost’s protective vest and pull his clothes up to reveal his heavily scarred chest. A plethora of burn marks, bullet holes and knife slashes. A mural of all of Ghost’s pain, all on display for only Konig to see.

Konig's hands were shaky at first but soon steadied, touching up Ghost’s chest. He could feel the man breathing, how his breaths became hitched as his hands roamed higher.

He then stepped closer to Ghost, one knee dispensing between Ghost’s and feeling a wriggling of pleasure to already feel a stiffness in his pants. Ghost was almost lying on the table now, with Konig’s gigantic back protecting his naked chest from any prying eyes.

Konig did not even bother to lift the black veil up as he found a spot where the right peck met his shoulder, leaning over and biting into the skin through the bottom of the mask. Face still hidden but his visible eyes closing.

Teeth did not yet pierce the skin, still cautious. Konig let his lips then enclose the same spot and suck, aggravating the skin until he knew it would be a blue-purple welt on his flesh by morning. His tongue then poked out and lapped at it, soothingly. Savouring the taste of dried, salty sweat.

Ghost started moving his hips, grinding down on Konig’s knee between his legs. His breath audible even through the skull mask. Konig could feel the shape becoming more distinct with each thrust.

Konig took to making another mark, at the nape of Ghost’s neck. Colouring the skin with his mouth, teeth and tongue. Konig could not help but kiss and gnaw at the mark, irritating the flesh all the more.

His lieutenant let out a faint whimper, breath hitching at the sensation. His gyrations now becoming more fevered, pretty much humping Konig’s knee at this point.

“I thought . . . Hah- you were going to mark me,” Ghost grumbled, voice breathless. “Those won’t even last a week.” Konig then felt the hand push his head down, “Go on then, take a bite.”

Konig faltered only for a moment, giving Ghost a second to change his mind. But he didn’t, his breaths still harsh in Konig’s ear and his hips still grinding, seeking whatever friction he could find.

He took to the soft plush skin of his peck, a few centimetres up from a perked nipple that Konig knew to have a taste of next. As if in warning he lapped at the skin, anticipation stealing Ghost’s breath before Konig opened his mouth and bit.

Teeth pressed through flesh until he tasted iron on his tongue, droplets warming the inside of his mouth. Konig let out a soft moan at the bliss of it, only being drowned out by Ghost’s. 

Konig had a feeling Ghost was inching closer to his end, wanting nothing more than to see Ghost cum. So taken by Konig’s teeth indents being left in his flesh forever more.

Pulling away the open bite marks in his flesh still wept crimson. Konig not helping but leaning down to lap at them with his tongue. Relishing the mixture of sweat and blood like the finest concoction. 

The lieutenant’s hips were stuttering, faltering. The hand on Konig’s head squeezed and tugged at the fabric at the back of his head. His breath hitched harsher and harsher until, for just a moment, they stopped. And with a great gasp of air Ghost finished right then and there. Cumming into his pants atop a table with only Konig’s eyes to see.

Konig gave Ghost time to settle before sitting up, a pooling sense of satisfaction seeing the darkened fabric of the crotch of Ghost's pants - not to mention Konig's own.

Afterwards, with Ghost’s wounds - both old and fresh - were bandaged and covered. Ghost could not help but admit, “Maybe I should get hurt more often.”

[blukrown]

Missing You - Horangi x Konig [NSFW]

Horangi is away on a mission. Leaving Konig to miss him terribly.

PART TWO

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Konig enters the quiet of Horangi’s quarters, sadly unsurprised to find the Korean anywhere in the room. He held in his hand a book that Horangi had lent him, having happily recommended it to him and not much minding if he took his time reading it. Now wanting to return it to ensure safekeeping - he also found it to be an appropriate opportunity to drop by even though Horangi was not there to receive it.

It did hurt though, to see the room deadly silent and dark with the blinds shuttered.

Only intending to drop the book off and leave, Konig paused. Feeling a twist in his stomach from the lack of the residence's presence.

Up until now, Konig and Horangi were nearly inseparable. Being, at first, steadfast friends which then blossomed into a budding relationship. Being a reliable pair on the battlefield also helped things, causing the two to be partnered up for almost all missions, except for this one. 

For the first time, Horangi was sent on a mission without his towering shadow. Having been requested to go undercover in North Korea for a smuggling operation. His familiarity with the region and its dialect meant he was essential. The mission itself was for two months and could possibly extend further if it was needed, as Horangi could obtain more information of use.

Going undercover meant Horangi was to not have any contact outside of his primary retainers, meaning there was no way for Konig to see or hear from him until he returned. But Konig knew not to worry. Horangi was more than capable of looking after himself. What had him lingering in his vacant room was just the fact that he missed him. Terribly so, embarrassingly enough.

It had only been a week, and yet Konig was looking yearningly upon Horangi’s things like he had been gone for years. His heart aching for the loss of his sharp-witted companion.

To try to appease it - or perhaps torture himself further - Konig walked the room. His hand brushed over the top of Horangi’s desk. He noted the other books and the deck of cards left behind. Meaning he truly could not bring anything with him, even his most treasured set of playing cards. 

Konig picked up the pack, smiling softly as he looked at how worn the box was. Knowing full well the cards inside were just as well used. Corners frayed, pictures and symbols fading. Horangi found comfort in shuffling them mindlessly when he was bored, a remnant of his gambling past. Konig could not help but wonder if he had found another pack to calm his need to use his hands or instead he had nothing and his hands could only fidget with themselves. An endearing trait that had Konig pinning to see him all the more.

Konig deposited the box back on the desk before looking to the bed. He noticed, with surprise, that Horangi had not made it. The sheets pulled away and the pillows scattered. As if he had laid there just moments ago. 

Konig opted to fix that, making quick work of tucking in the sheets and arranging the bed along with the pillows before having the last of cased cusions gripped in his hands.

It was a well-worn pillow with a military-issue grey linen casing. It was nothing special to anybody . . . Except for Konig.

Konig could smell, even through his veil, the faint scent of Horangi. He smelled sandalwood, the scent of summer rain and the natural musk of him after a long mission or day at the gym. It made his chest hollow almost painfully so. Like his chest itself wanted to cry at the lack of him.

Konig pulled up the cloth of his mask and pressed the pillow to his face. Breathing in and relishing what little of Horangi’s smell was left. It only tugged at his heart more and a puddle of warmth soon grew below his stomach, soon becoming a yearning of another kind.

Konig felt terrible. Like he was disrespecting Horangi in some way for doing this but he knew he could not resist it. His nose only pressing further into the fabric. Besides, he did N=not want to leave Horangi’s room half-hard and muster a journey back to his own quarters, risking others seeing the state of him. 

One of Konig’s hands shuffled to pull out his cock from his pants, the other still pressing Horangi’s pillow close to his nose. And with slow, emphatic strokes and deep, heavy breath, Konig let his mind meander straight to where he always knew it would lead.

The hunger in Horangi’s eyes was his first image. Whether masked or not, his eyes forever stared him down, revealing just how he felt and what he wanted. Then there was the sight of Horangi crawling over him to take his girth in hand, gladly taking him in his mouth when Konig pleaded for it.  He loved eager Horangi always way and how he could always see that hungry glitter.

Horangi was almost scary like that. Like he could devour him whole and lick the plate clean. And Konig would thank him for it all the same. 

Horangi knew just what to do with his hands and with his mouth. Tongue travelled over the tip as he took his generous size in and out, hands gratifying the portion of Konig's cock he could not quite accommodate down his throat. His hand would keep one to his waist and the other at his balls. The former to keep Konig steady, the later to squeeze to keep him from finishing too soon.

Konig’s hand started to quicken its pace, breath coming fast and hard, straining over the pillow pressed to his face. Not near enough to suffocation but enough that his chest hurt anew and all that surrounded him was Horangi. But it wasn’t enough. 

It wasn't enough. 

Climbing onto the bed, Konig placed the two pillows long side up, one above the other. Laying over the top so that one pillow touched his cock and the other was by his face. He then started thrusting his hips on the very pillows Horangi slept on. His thoughts travelling quickly to its next destination.

Which were of Horangi's insides. Tight and warm, squeezing with each pull out and walls trembling when he pressed just at that right spot.

Konig throught about Horangi on his stomach, ass pitched in the air just taking all of Konig in. Cock burrowed deep until Konig's hips pressed against his ass. The sound of their breaths, moans and the clapping of skin being the sweetest of music to Konig’s ears as he ploughed Horangi raw as he liked it, like he had asked. Horangi would gasp and growl, moaning keenly when Konig fucked that perfect spot inside. He would ask him - order him - to go faster, to not hold back. Give him all of it.

Konig’s large hands would be at his hip and by his face, either pulling at his hair or pushing him down further onto the mattress. All of which set Horangi off even further, mouth ever open and eyes threatening to weep tears of greatest pleasure.

Konig was close. His balls squeezing and cock weeping pre onto the pillow now pressed between his thighs. Humping the cloth and getting just enough pleasure to keep him creeping closer and closer.

His mouth opened and licked at the pillow, praying he could taste what he could smell. It was faint but something, a hint of sweat that mirrored what he smelled. Konig whimpered pathetically, savouring it on his tongue.

Horangi was so vocal, so eager. He told him exactly what he needed. What he wanted.

He would call him good and smart and clever and gorgeous and strong and brave.

He would tell him that his cock was the best and that his hands were so perfect.

He would tell Konig that he would never be able to fuck another man again. Too addicted to what Konig gave him.

Konig groaned longingly, voice faltering a little as the feeling of loneliness soon became overcoming. Tears brimming in his eyes.

He missed him so much. He missed Horangi’s pretty smile. He missed his laugh. He missed his kiss, his touch. All of it. Everything. He did not know how he could survive this drought after being blessed with an abundance of it.

It was in this rupture of pleasure and emotion that he finished. Reaching his end with one breathy gasp. Cum spilling onto the cloth of the pillow while saliva and tears covered the other. Shivering all the while, pleasure blinding him to his surroundings. He then relaxed, body going limp. Uncaring that his cock pressed against the newly made cumstain and cold drool chilled his face.

Konig’s body eventually calmed from the rush of sensations. Soon only being left with the feeling of loneliness he had had coming into this room earlier. As well as disgust when he noticed the mess he had made. It was then in this unpleasant soberness that Konig realised something.

He would do anything Horangi asked when - not if, but when - he got back. Let himm bottom. top him, let hi Let him just watch as Horangi fucked another man. He did not care. He just needed Horangi back. The sooner the oh-so-better. 

Konig soon made himself presentable. Tucking himself back in his pants and covering his face with his hood, hiding the tear tracks and slightly puffy eyes along with it. He opted to take the saliva-dirtied pillow with him, hoping to relish the faint scent further to keep him sane. While the rest of the bed sheets and additional pillow case he delivered to the laundry and found replacements. Shuffling back to Horangi’s room one last time to make the bed again.

Horangi may observe the difference when he returned but Konig did not mind. He would tell him honestly if he asked. Tell him how he had been driven mad while he was away. That just the smell and thought of him had him undone.That he had reached orgasm by humping his pillow and thinking about him.

May he know just how much he loved him.

May Horangi know how much Konig loved him.