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Eventuality Pt.3+4

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As always crossposted on Ao3 @WeaperReaper. It gets updated first so check that out.

DAY after DAY, CHAPTER after CHAPTER,

I promised to feed my bbgirls and I’m doing so on a

SILVER PLATTER

Eat up kids.

NSFW UNDER CUT // MINORS DNI

CW: fluff, medical inaccuracies, German translation inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, you get the point, NSFW: smut, handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, rutting, dirty talk, etc, not too bad but you’ll find out. WC~7.7k

Since then the rest of the week went by relatively uneventful. I fell into an easy daily pattern. Wake up, shower, entertain whatever morning challenge Soap set for himself and the troops, then lock myself in the infirmary until the sun set. Sunday rolled around and I found myself carrying a tray of food back into the sterile and cold room. Outside, the days grew hot, but I dressed in thick clothes daily because of how chilled the makeshift office was kept. Thankfully, whatever help they had before me did a decent job of keeping medical records for most of the soldiers. So after a few quick emails between myself and KORTAC command, I was able to round up everyone’s history, some only dating back a few years.

There were a handful of documents that continued to stay missing. Most of Soap and Price’s history had been erased, and there was nothing on Ghost. I hadn’t even gotten a hint as to his real name, same went for Konig.

My stomach did flips as his name crossed my mind.

Konig had made it a habit to visit everyday at the end of my shift- or whenever it was when I finished paperwork for that day. He’d see me at the door and make an excuse to walk me back to the sleeping quarters. It was quite most of the time, that seemed to always be the case with him. He’d ask me how my day went, and then never really elaborated on his.

I didn’t mind though, after the buzzing and beeping that rang through my ears all day I appreciated his gentle calm.

I settled at the desk in the back, tray clacking loudly against the steel top, and chair speaking just as annoyingly underneath me. I was proud of myself for catching up so quickly though, I had practically everyones name, face, and blood type memorized.

I was in the middle of shoving a banana muffin in my face when someone knocked on the open door. It was Soap, in full gear.

“Dressed up for me?” I teased and eyed him up and down.

He was equipped to the T, rifle strapped across his chest with matching mags tied into his vest. The black shirt he wore under it was almost too tight for him, and his biceps bulged under the thin fabric. My face heated.

“Only so you’d notice me.” He sauntered over to where I sat and grazed his fingers over my tray of food, I swatted his hands away. His close presence not doing any favors with my growing blush.

“Get your own food, Mctavish.”

“I did, yours looks better.”

I scoffed and two pairs of boots echoed loudly down the hall, approaching the room. I reeled quickly away when Price and Konig entered, I didn’t miss Konig eyeing our sudden distance, as if it were not far enough. I cleared my throat and addressed the both of them.

“Well aren’t I just popular today,” I stood and inched closer to the men at the door, letting the cots act as a barrier between us all.

“What do I owe the pleasure, Captain?”

They were both dressed similarly to Soap, boots strapped up tight and guns loaded. Price had his flimsy hat on again like he did the first day. His facial hair had grown significantly since then.

“Someone didn’t get the message, eh?” He mumbled, eyeing my form. I glanced down at what I was wearing. It was the usual, black fitted crew neck with matching cargo pants, my only pair of boots and medic jacket hung on the hook by the desk.

“What message?” I asked.

“We’re shipping out, Nurse.”

My eyes widened, a mission?

And they wanted to bring me?

I rushed over to my duffle bag packed with all the necessary medical supplies and onced it over. Thankfully it was still pretty much stocked.

“Have you checked out anything from the armory yet?” Soap approached behind me and handed me my jacket. I threw it on and slung the bag over my shoulder.

“Well it can’t be that dangerous can it? For you to want to bring your only licensed medical help?”

“We’re just gathering intel,” Price began, leading us four from the room. Soap joined his side and I followed behind them in stride as they briefed me. Konig fell into step beside me, quiet as usual, but his eyes never left me.

“Given what happened last time, figured it’d be better to just bring you along.” He continued.

“You thought right, sir. Another ambush isn’t going to do anyone any favors.”

“Right you are Nurse.”

Konig handed me a handgun, it was snapped shut in a black leather holster. They moved quickly. In the next handful of minutes we were loaded up in the back of a Jeep. Price drove and Soap sat passenger, Konig and I behind him. He had a laptop opened on his lap- a map of the dunes and some other information scrambled off to the side. He slid a gloved hand over the keys and shifted the monitor so I could watch.

It was a silent drive, Soap and Price held most of the conversation. I put in a good word or two when addressed but other then that just watched as Konig typed things into the laptop.

He pulled a photo up after a while.

“This man, we are looking for him.” He stated, and I realized only then how much I missed his warm accent. Soap and Price continued their conversation up front, and Konig spoke in a soft way.

“He’s ratted up in a building near us, we don’t normally take jobs like this but..” he trailed off.

Soap finished his sentence , “He might have information on another case we’re working on.”

“So it’s our job to find out what he’s up to, and bring him back to base for questioning.”

“Is that really the best tactic?” I questioned, the sun began to set, and the desert quickly grew cold. I shivered beneath my jacket and I swear Konig schootched just that bit closer, our thighs brushing together ever so slightly.

“I mean if he’s associated with the one’s who set an ambush up a week ago, who’s to say you’re not walking into a trap?”

Price chuckled from his seat and glanced back at me through the rear view mirror, then turned to Soap. “Told ya she’s a clever one.” Soap said lowly. Konig nodded in agreement.

“Ghost went ahead of us,” he continued, Scottish accent thick with witheld emotion. Was he worried for him?

I mumbled a small ‘good’. Having a scout sent out before was what’s clever.

These men, besides their cool exterior, were soldier through and through. The mission and end goal is the first thing on their mind. I blamed the shiver that ran up my spine on the cold. I could never do what they do, this S.A.S. All of my training went to healing, the though of bringing a man back- regardless of what he might be affiliated with- in a plan to torture information out of him..

Konig’s gloved hand pulled me from my head when he put it on my knee. I turned to look at him but he was looking away, out the window to his other side. He was different tonight, This the only crack in the facade he played. With me, he’d only been gentle and kind. But tonight out on a mission for the first time together, would I be afraid of what I’d see?

I placed my cold hand on top of where his lay, a gesture of comfort maybe, or a promise that whatever happened he’d still be there- underneath the fear enticing mask.

I swallowed hard.

Some hours later Price pulled up behind a crumbling building and threw us into park. The sun had far from set, but the moon was bright and full. It illuminated our surrounding area clearly. Something I was glad for, but the others didn’t share.

“We’re too exposed out here.” Soap complained. The place looked dead to me, however.

“Ghost, how copy?” He thumbed at the radio strapped to his vest.

There must have been some reply because he gave a thumbs up to price, and headed off into a seemingly random direction, slouching his way between the clay building and a wall- disappearing behind some shadows.

Price turned to us and Konig pulled a long thin sniper case from the back of the Jeep. I hadn't even noticed it before. There were black sharpie scribbles on one top, phrases in German and little doodles in another corner. My lips twitched up.

“You’ll keep watch with Konig, should anything happen- I’m looking to you Nurse.” Price laid heavily on me. Any smile I might have had faded, a seriousness settling over us.

“The two of you are my eyes, if everything goes according to plan- you’ll never see Soap or Ghost until we regroup. Konig has the safe houses, don’t leave his sight.”

‘Don’t leave his sight.’ He said it like a command, and it probably was. Though I didn’t make any plans to go wandering out on my own anyway. I turned to Konig and he was already staring down at me. The moon was bright behind him, and cast his face into one giant shadow, eyes dark, it was a scary sight to be on the wrong side of.

They shared a nod and Price jumped back into the Jeep, leaving us in his trail of dust after a moment.

“Let’s get set up.” Konig grabbed the handle of the case and turned to climb a flight of stairs. When we got to the top of the building, the other surrounding houses were clearly outlined by the moon. Lights were on in a handful of them just down the way that I hadn’t noticed before. Konig found a comfortable spot on the ledge and pulled out his rifle, snapping some pieces at the end together. He fell into a crouch and I joined him at his side, setting my bag underneath me to act as a seat. The ledge went just up to my shoulders, and Konig easily set up his scope utop it, always the perfect height.

It was dead silent for a few minutes, until he set his radio infront of me. He turned it down so low that only a faint static could be heard if you strained to hear it. His thumb reached over me to press the PTT on the side.

“In position, eyes on you Cap.” He eyed through his optic and shifted the nose of his rifle to follow where the Jeep Price drove could be see. If it weren’t for the dust and sand it kicked up, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Just a tiny black dot far out in the dunes.

“Copy. Stand by.” Price’s voice was muffled a little over the radio. It wasn’t really my place to ask questions about the mission, though that didn’t stop loads from firing out of every crevice of my brain.

Konig sighed to my right and I realized the bouncing of my leg was probably bothering him. I couldn’t help but be nervous, so I mumbled a silent apology.

“It’s okay.” He said quietly, eyes still looking through the scope, “I also have trouble sitting still.” He huffed a little, like there was some private joke for him.

I stilled my legs and instead focused on watching him closely. I hadn’t been this near his face before, since he first came to me at least. The cut on his jaw I cleaned before should be fairly healed by now, if he didn’t mess it it too much. My fingers itched to lift his mask to check it myself.

“Maus..” He drew out faintly after a while. My chest fluttered and he kept his body facing forward. “I can feel you staring.”

My voice caught in my throat and I couldn’t even apologize in response, I shifted to get up when his hand shot out and caught my elbow.

“No, it is alright just-“ he nudged me a little closer to him, “talk to me at least, your voice” he turned his head to look at me and our eyes met. The moon and clear sky reflected out of them, “It calms me.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, nodding. “Okay uhm.” I racked my brain.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, switching over to eye the buildings instead. I prayed everything went smoothly.

“Anything. You.”

“Me?”

He nodded.

“I’m not that interesting I’m afraid.”

“You’re wrong.” He countered and turned to glance at me once more. His eyes settled on my breast pocket.

“Who is that photo of?” He asked, turning his attention back through his scope.

I was a little astonished.

“How do you know I have a photo?”

I could hear him laugh under his breath, the fabric covering his face shifted with the movement and I could feel my face heat up all over again.

“So you don’t deny it.”

I scoffed and turned away, looking anywhere but his direction. He was always watching me, so of course he probably noticed it a couple nights. It’s not like I tried to make a secret of it, sometimes if the day was rough I had a habit of pulling it out and thumbing over it a few times until I calmed down again. It wouldn’t surprise me if he already knew what was on it.

“It’s of my dad.”

“I’m sorry.” He said without missing a beat, immediately cursing at himself in German.

How did he-“You knew already.”

It was impossible to read his expression, especially when faced away from me, but I could hear the sheepishness in his voice when he answered me.

“I asked Price.” Was his reply.

I hummed.

“He told me about him.. and you. He was a war hero right?”

I hummed again and absentmindedly graced my fingers over the pocket his photo stayed zipped up tight behind.

“You’re awfully curious about me.” I tried to change the subject.

He shrugged.

“Enough to ask price about it.” I pushed.

“I want to get to know you, Maus.” The nervousness that sat in my chest from before immediately dropped into butterflies in my stomach, and I had to remind myself that we’re out here in this blistering cold on a mission. This wasn’t a tailgate party where I could fraternize with my coworkers.

I cleared my throat and let some moments pass between us silently. He continued to stay focused on his rifle, shifting if only to get more comfortable and not stiff out his hands. The radio buzzed between us, it was Soaps voice.

“Target located, extraction a-go.”

I let myself relax a bit, he seemed to be doing well at least. We hadn’t heard anything from Price yet, but I didn’t doubt he was in good shape too. Ghost I was the least worried about, if there was ever a man who could handle his own- it was him.

Konig sighed and shifted his weight again, leaning over me to palm the radio.

“Copy, all clear.”

Just then the roar of an engine bounced over the walls surrounding us. It wasn’t clear where the sound originated, but the both of us stilled to listen. Konig clicked off the radio and clipped it back onto his belt.

I moved into a crouch and slung my kit over my shoulders, ready to move given the signal.

Voices echoed underneath us, a handful of men talked in a language I couldn’t understand and Konig wasted no time in readjusting his rifle to carry. He grabbed onto my upper arm and led me quickly back down the stairs, I had to do my best not to trip and fall on top of him. His long legs made him able to move quicker than I could. We neared the bottom of the staircase when a light flashed through one of the windows, Konig pushed me against the adjacent wall and we stood as still as statues, I didn’t dare let myself even breath.

After a moment, when the flash moved he motioned to a door slightly off its hinges. I nodded and we moved over to it, swiftly slipping inside. It was cramped and Konig pulled the door shut tight behind him, his towering form covering my back completely. He had one hand on the doorknob, and the other glove palmed the wall in front of me, his arm resting over my shoulder- fingers directly in my line of sight.

We were shoved so closely together that I could feel his heart beat against his chest, or maybe it was mine. I tried to pull away slightly, but my foot caught on the uneven floorboards, Konigs hand cupped over my mouth before I could let out any noise, effectively pulling me back into him so that I rested on his chest. My breathing quickened, and he let his hand stay over my face, but loosened it slightly so that I could breathe.

We could hear the men from outside wander in. Two of them from the sounds of it. They chattered back and forward between each other as they scoped through the worn house.

Were they patrol? Wouldn’t ghost had let us know if he noticed any guards wandering around the buildings were were at?

The adrenaline coursed through me veins and made me more frustrated at him then I probably should’ve been. There was a reason he didn’t know, or didn’t tell us.

Footsteps approached our position and I held my breath, refusing to move even an inch.

Don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up.

If I made a noise then it wasn’t just my life on the line, but Konig’s too. So I held my ground, my hand wrapped around his wrist holding on as tightly as I could.

Just as the footsteps got closer brakes squealed outside. Yelling ensued and the men ran back outside towards all the commotion. I let a breath escape me and loosened my grip on Konigs arm. He remained still, even as we heard the men load back up into their vehicles and leave. A few moments passed and my own anxiety died down, it was quickly growing hot in this cramped space.

I wiggled a bit and shifted my weight from one foot to the other, Konigs breath hitched behind me and i stilled. Did he hear something I didn’t? I waited a moment more. His gear began to dig into my back and the position we were in made me grow uncomfortable.

Practically all my weight was tossed back onto him, crushed between me and the wall I’m sure he wasn’t in the best position either.

I attempted to move again, and his hand fell from my mouth across the front of my shoulders, pulling me tighter into him.

“Konig..” I whispered, afraid maybe there was someone still lurking around outside.

“Little maus..” his voice sounded strained, and I made a weak motion to pry his arm from my chest and turn to face him. The majority of his mass covered the door anyway, so I couldn’t really escape even if I wanted to. His grip tightened again, preventing me from moving, and my kit fell from my arm, landing in the remaining space in front of me with a soft thud.

“Please, don’t move.”

I obeyed and grew still in his arms again, trying to relax my body against his so my muscles didn’t ache from all the tension. I could feel the edge of his holster strap press against my lower rib, and his mask hung over my hair, shifting only when I moved. We stayed as we were and I listened for any movement I might have missed outside, but after a couple minutes like this, there was nothing.

I shifted again, and he groaned behind me.

Then I noticed it.

Something else pressed up into my lower back, I stopped immediately and swallowed thickly.

“Konig.. is that-“

“I’m sorry.” He responded, his grip on me never failing to loosen. As if the moment he moved the string would snap and everything would fall apart.

I was going to ask if it was a knife, or another handgun he had tucked and hidden away, but the conviction in his voice made me blush redder than any burn the sun could give me.

I cleared my throat and put on my doctor voice, “It’s okay.” I began and his tension slipped if not just slightly.

I made my final move to turn to face him, met with some resistance at first but ultimately he allowed me to move.

“No I’m-“ he voiced unevenly, unsure about the entire predicament probably. My heart raced in my chest as I turned us so we were flush against each other. One of his arms remained wrapped around my back gently, the other keeping a death grip on the doorknob. Practically welding us shut in this room.

I tried to glance up to his face, but the small closet left me no room to. I’m sure his eyes were glued shut anyway. I let my hands circle around his middle, and rested my head on his chest- the strap of his gun dug into my cheek but I didn’t really mind. His entire warmth enveloped me.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, I could feel his mask shift above me as he talked.

“Shh.” I said and let my body weight press against him.

“Try to relax, Konig.”

It took another minute or so, but eventually both his arms came to rest over my back, and his chin lowered to sit on my head. We cuddled like this for what felt like hours, my feet grew sore from standing, but thankfully Konig took most of my weight.

After a while my body grew numb, and any intruding poking and prodding died down too. Reluctantly I slowly pulled back, supporting my entire body weight back onto my own two feet. Konig sighed but let me pull away, and I felt incredibly colder outside of his arms.

I wanted to say something, anything that would help ease the tension that stood between us, but words were lost on me. He also said nothing as he reached for the doorknob, there was a moment when his eyes tipped over to me, and I thought he would say something, but he instead shoved the door open. The entire thing practically crumbled under his force. We spilled out into the hallway and I took a second to steady myself. Konig went back up to the roof to retrieve his case, and I made my way outside cautiously.

Tire tracks sat heavy in the sand, and trailed off behind the building towards where the lights I saw earlier were. I heard as he approached my side, silently. He ticked the radio back on and mumbled something I couldn’t hear. Prices voice rumbled back over the static and instructed us to meet him at the nearest regroup location.

Without a glance back at me he started off in one direction, opposite of where Soap and Price had disappeared before. I followed the path he set, and a new feeling of uneasyness found it’s way back to sit heavy in my stomach. Being given the cold shoulder didn’t feel good, suddenly I regretted any of my actions.

I chewed on my lip, should I say something?

I hesitated, “Where-“

“Safehouse.” Konig replied, without missing a beat. As if he already knew the question I was going to ask. I nodded to myself and kept my head down, watching only his boots and my own feet following them. The strap of my bag digging into my shoulder.

About three miles later we arrived at an old warehouse. There was a gap in the chain fencing that we both squeezed through, my smaller frame a lot easier then Konigs. He unlatched the side door and it creaked open in front of us.

The ceilings were high, and a loft sat overlooking the main area. A couple smaller rooms were boxed off to the right, probably offices at some point. The rest of the space was empty, save for a table that sat directly in the middle. A map and some other random papers littered on top of it. The place looked like it hadn’t seen the presence of anything in years. Sand and dust filled in through the cracks in the windows and left piles of the stuff below the frames.

We were the first ones here.

Konig climbed the steps as if he’d been here a hundred times. I followed him up and he settled on a torn red couch, unloading his heavier equipment and tossing his case onto the ground. I dropped onto my duffel bag and watched as he worked.

His fingers were long and easily disassembled his rifle into three large chunks. He placed them back into his case and latched it back up, finally taking a moment to look over at me.

He spoke first.

“Are you alright?”

If I wasn’t exhausted from the hike in the dunes, and muscles tense from our earlier encounter I probably would’ve had half a mind to give him some attitude. But I was tired, and he was my comfort.

“No.” I choked out.

He immediately rose and it took him two strides to reach me, arms returning around my frame and enveloping me completely. I let a huff of frustration escape me.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Maus.” I fisted at his vest, pushing my head into where his neck met his chest. His kneeling position made him the perfect size for me to ball up into.

“I’m tired, Konig. I’m not fit for this.”

His large hand smoothed my hair back and the movement instantly calmed me. I sighed heavily against him and pushed myself off.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, “It’s fine- I’m fine.”

His eyes searched mine, and he kept his arms lazily looped behind my back. I was looking down at him slightly from this angle. Though there wasn’t much light in the space, I could read the contours of his eyes and brows perfectly. He was worried and it tore at my heartstrings.

The last person to look at me like this…

The photo in my breast picked burned hot and I tore my eyes away from him.

He glanced down between my lap and back at the couch, then his palms flushed against my back as he ushered me over to the couch. In all honesty it was torn and battered and didn't really look that comfortable. Konig sat first, and opened his body up to mine so that I fit right in between him and the back of the couch. I was wrong, it was warm here. I could feel my lids pull heavy on my eyes.

Warmth surrounded me and my shoulders burned less when I woke, my body practically jerking me awake. Konig already had his eyes on me, of course. His entire body blocked most of my view to the warehouse but I could tell it was still dark out. I tucked my arm under me and a deep sigh escaped me.

“Sleep more, little Maus, I will wake you when we need to leave.”

I shook my head, his accented voice sending pleasant pulses through my body.

“I just woke up.”

“You were only asleep an hour, maybe.” He hummed. His right arm had fallen over the two of us as I slept, and I noticed he ditched his helmet and armored vest. The mask still hung between us though. Evident of where his trust stood.

I didn’t say anything about it, but I rolled my cheek over his chest. He was so damn warm, it was an embrace I never wanted to leave. It was like the dangers that lurked and loomed outside didn’t seem so intimidating under his presence. I let my eyes fall close again and pressed tighter against him. He stiffened.

“Am I too close, Konig?” I voiced, needing some kind of confirmation that this kind of thing was okay. Obviously it teetered some lines, and I didn’t want to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. The pit in my stomach hoped he would answered how I wanted him to, though.

His arms tightened around me and he bent his face down into my hair. “You cannot get close enough, Maus.”

The tension that filled the air around us settled into something heavier.Konig felt like a brick wall, and me just a puddle of sap in his arms. I gingerly placed a palm over his abdomen and I could feel the muscles tense and flex underneath. He was so quiet that I thought he might’ve fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for the fingers twitching behind my back. I craned my neck to look up at him. His eyes drooped to mine, expectant.

We stayed like that, staring at the other for an eternity before he moved, shifting me under him as gently as he could. I felt incredibly tiny as he hovered over me like this, forearms either side of my head. His mask hung down and brushed against my neck, the black balaclava he wore under it more apparent through the holes. He caught me staring at it so he raised one hand to pull it off, I shot an arm up to stop him, our fingers intertwining.

“It’s okay- you, you don’t have to.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed. It was one solid ‘ha’ before he pulled it down and tossed it over the arm of the couch behind me. He still donned the balaclava, but seeing his face outlined as it hugged him tight made my stomach flip. His brows were light and thick, and his nose was large, the crook of it pressing out against the tight mask. His eyes traced my face equally and settled on my lips. There was hesitation in his eyes, and I shared it. Was this really alright?

His eyes searched mine asking that same silent question, and I felt compelled to nod slightly, stretching my neck out to meet his face.

It was chaste, and I felt silly for entertaining the idea of kissing him through his mask, but as the fabric pressed up against my lips, all of that inhibition was lost. I caved and folded my hands up to his cheeks in order to pull him closer. The stitched seam at his nose scratched harshly against my face when he pulled away to bury himself into my neck. Tension faded from his upper body and he pressed most of his weight down onto me comfortably. It would’ve been smothering if it was anyone else.

I could feel the heat from his face radiating through him. A mix of embarrassment and tension.

“Scheiße Liebling,” his voice was muffled and strained as he spoke into my neck. “I can not stay away from you.”

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I felt it again, his hardness pressed deep into the crevice of my hip. Heat centered in my core as he spoke, slipping in and out of German.

My face flushed and I turned my head from him as he rose up slightly. He shifted onto one side, pulling up the bottom of his mask to sit snugly over his nose. The cut he got earlier this week was practically nonexistent now. If the skin of his face hadn’t been so pale I probably wouldn’t have noticed the faint red scratch. And his lips..

His tongue flicked out to wet them and I couldn’t help but stare. He must’ve shaved recently, because the bit of stubble I saw from before was gone completely now. Had he planned on this? No, it was probably more comfortable for him to stay clean shaven under the mask. The skin just under his lips were raw, and I wondered if he had a habit of biting them.

When he settled back down over me, he hid his face in my neck, leaving small pecks and nips at the soft skin just under my jaw. I sighed and wrapped one hand around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. The other went flat against his stomach, and I traced the hard muscle down. My fingers itched over the metal clasp of his belt and his hips twitched down into me suddenly, his hardness digging roughly as the end of my shirt slipped up.

“Maus,” he groaned out, snapping a hand over mine just as I palmed him through his pants, squeezing my fingers together tightly. He held our hands there for a moment as he tried to calm down, his breath rapidly growing harsh and uneven. I rolled my palm from the base to its fingers, grabbing as much of his length as I could through his zipper. He whined and detached his hand from over mine, settling it on my hip and letting me move as I wanted. I smiled in small victory and moved to unclasp the belt, twisting my hips up to give us more stimulation.

Konig slowly started to become a mess above me, and I was enjoying every second.

I pulled his zipper open with my fingers and palmed him through his briefs. The two belts he wore left little room for me to pry open his pants any more, so I had to settle on tugging him through his boxers. His hips jutted down into my hands again.

“Liebling..” he gasped out, grinding into me harsher- unaware of how his bigger physique could crush me in a matter of seconds. The weight felt good, however, and it wasn’t much of anything I couldn’t handle. He nipped at my neck again and I moaned with him, fumbling to pull his manhood out of the window of his boxers.

“Maus, please” his pitch rose again when my hand met his skin. He rolled his hips down into mine and pinned my hand there, flat between our bodies.

“Konig I can’t,” I wiggled my fingers against his flesh, it burned hot against my skin.

“Please,” he whined, face buried as deep as it could go in my shoulder. “It’s too much.”

I slowed, coming to a halt. He huffed heavily above me when I did. Was I hurting him? My movements were unpracticed and probably juvenile, I was inexperienced with touching men so intimately but I didn’t mean to be so rough.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?” I hadn’t expected my voice to be as gravely as it was.

“It aches,” I felt bad for a moment before he began to grind down into me again, “Liebling, I can’t take much more.”

Then I quickly understood what he meant when his thrusts grew sloppy. I wasn’t hurting him, I was in fact making him feel the very opposite. My lips parted and I panted with him, resuming my movements. I tried to wrap my hand around his length, but because of how closely he was pressed against me I couldn’t do any more than follow his jerks with my palm.

His face finally rose from my chin and he left sloppy kisses up my cheek to the corner of my lip. His hooked nose pressed against the contours of my face when he moved down to find my mouth.

They were like velvet, his lips brushed mine lightly, non-committal and hesitant. His breath fanned my face and as I pulled my free hand up to the back of his neck- I could feel heat and sweat rise off him. His moans muffled into me when I pulled him down closer, forcing our lips together in a proper kiss.

We were both inexperienced and sloppy, but my skin pricked with heat nevertheless.

He pulled away suddenly and smacked a shaky hand against mine once more.

“W-wait liebling I-“ but it was too late, his cock pulsed against my hand, spilling hot and thick into my palm.

He whined out again and his body went stiff, save for the forearm that shook and quaked beside my head. His breath fanned my fave with heavy pants, and I was so surrounded by him that I swore I could smell his aftershave.

There was a breath before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled away and reached down for my bag. Pulling out a thin gauze pad he knelt above me and tucked himself back into his boxers before I could even get a glance at it. He wiped at my palm, cleaning the sticky residue from my fingers and at the bottom of my shirt where it came untucked.

“Scheiße,” he cursed again. “It’s on your shirt.”

I swallowed thickly, watching his mouth move as he talked made me want to kiss him again. His lips were bright red and raw. His eyes searched mine when I didn’t reply, finding them already staring at him. With his mask hitched up I could see the blush that ran up his neck, I wished I could see it on his cheekbones too.

He bit at his bottom lip under my stare, a nervous tick. I was right.

“What? You can stare your fill at me but I can’t look at you?”

He tossed the gauze pad aside and returned to his position above me, lips just slightly grazing mine.

“You can look at me if you like, Maus. But I want to be the only one you look at like this.”

My stomach twisted in a knot when his eyes bore into mine, looking for something I didn’t know if I could provide him with yet. I grew uneasy and evaded his gaze. His arms scooped me up easily into his lap, and I hid in his chest as he moved us in the corner of the couch. His hands rubbed at my back soothingly and it gave me a minute to calm down properly. I folded my legs between his, and turned so that my right side was flat against his chest, my head tucked just under his chin.

It was easier to talk to him like this, when he wasn’t looking so deep inside of me I felt like he could see my very soul.

“You said before you couldn’t stay away from me.”

He hummed in recognition, trailing a hand down my side and settling it on my hip.

“What did you mean?”

His fingers slowed and circled my exposed skin gently as he thought through his answer.

“You are in my head, all the time.” He sighed out, “And when I see you, it is like you are the only important thing in the room.”

He spoke and I’d be lying if I said it didn't pull at my heartstrings. I suddenly regretted asking the question. His hand snaked down my stomach and his fingers hovered over the waistband of my cargos. My body quickly grew warm again, and the skin where he touched sent shocks straight through my nerves.

“You surround me completely little Maus,” his hand dropped to my inner thigh and he squeezed the muscle there. My mouth parted and I snapped my knees shut, trapping his hand where it was, preventing it from sliding any higher.

“W-what does that mean? You keep saying it.” I tried to speak, and attempted to distract his wandering hands. He lost his gloves some time ago, and his pale hands were starch against the dark of my jeans.

“It is something my father called my mother.” He mused, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. That was the first time he’s ever mentioned his personal life to me. I mulled the sentence around in my head.

His palm massaged my thigh and the motion relaxed them some, he took it as a sign for him to continue. He swiftly snapped open the button to my trousers and centered his palm over my core, pressing into me gently. My back was to him at this point, and I was at his mercy in his lap.

“Verdam-“ he began, choking back a heavy groan. “You’re so wet.” He said a bit too loudly for my taste. A blush rose to my cheeks and I rapidly grew embarrassed. I tried to wiggle from his grasp, but he bound his other arm around my waist and pulled me back into him.

“I’m sorry,” he half-laughed out. “Let me return the favor.” His fingers probed at my entrance through my underwear.

“Hmm?” He prompted again, waiting for a response from me before rubbing his fingers up and down my slit. He found my clit through my underwear and circled it lightly with two fingers.

I nodded and he quickly flipped us again, so my back was once again on the couch cushions, and he hovered over me for only a moment before he moved down my body. Trailing kisses against my lower stomach and nipping at the corner of my thighs. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me when he pressed his face up against my core, pulling my pants down completely and tossing them to the side. His fingers pulled at the damp cloth covering and inched it to the side, kissing my puffy lips and my hips involuntarily raised to meet him more.

“Konig.. konig,” I breathed, hand settling over his head and pulling him into me. My skin pricked as I teetered on the edge, one word from him and I knew I would fall apart completely. One of his fingers slipped through me, and rubbed it against my folds gathering up all my slickness before sliding inside of me. His fingers were long and thick and they reached further inside of me than I ever could.

“That’s it maus, just feel good.” He mumbled into my core, the vibrations shooting all around me.

I moaned and threw my head back as his mouth found my clit, sucking and licking at the swollen head I trembled underneath him. He flattened his tongue to lap at me more vigorously. Another finger joined the first and he rubbed the inside of my walls with so much intensity that my thighs began to shake. My core tightened as he coaxed a quick orgasm through me. He curled upwards and the moment the pads of his thick fingers brushed against that sensitive spot inside of me, I came undone.

Tension left my body in rapid waves and I wasn’t even aware he was still talking to me until I started to come down. He continued to attack that little spot inside of me, tongue brushing every sensitive fold until it was too much and my eyes started to water. His tongue dipped in to taste me at my deepest. The muscle was thick and hot and I felt as it move inside of me.

“Okay! Okay,” I slurred and attempted to tap out, but his eyes snapped up to mine, a hungry and desperate look in his eyes. He only pulled away enough to speak clearer to me, fingers replacing his mouth once again.

“One more maus, please,” his finger quickened their pace and the end of his thumb found my clit again, playing with it in circles. “Come one more time for me, Liebling. Bitte, I want to feel you.”

It was the sweetest kind of torture. The Konig I knew from before was totally gone here, lust-drunk and pleading, he worked to pull a second orgasm from my body. I tried to shake my head and my fingers itched over his jaw, pulling his face close to mine in a desperate kiss.

“I can’t- there’s no way.” I whined and rutted my hips up into his, fingers never slowing and his pace completely relentless. He kissed me with more ferocity, and bit at my bottom lip, sucking it in between his teeth. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, another wave of pleasure crashing through me as he rubbed his fingers erratically against my inner walls.

“I know you can, come for me liebling.” His pleas sounded as desperate as mine and I couldn’t do anything to stop another orgasm from racking through me. My entire body shook as it tore through the pit in my stomach, gushing over his entire hand. My embarrassment flooding with it. If we hadn’t made a mess before- we definitely did now.

He gently pulled his fingers from me and sucked both clean in his mouth. My face cringed and twisted, and he lowered his lips back down to my neck to leave more sloppy kisses.

“Why do you make that face?” He questioned, continuing to feather me in light kisses.

I shrugged, by body too tired and too worn to trust any coherent response to come from me.

“You are so sweet, my little maus.” He rose slightly and palmed over my core gently, replacing my underwear to sit properly over me again. I twitched under him. “So tasty, Schätzchen.” He muttered mostly to himself.

Reaching over, he grabbed my cargos and helped me put them back on over my boots, buttoning the top for me. I was nearly ready to fall asleep all over again, I wish I knew where he found his energy.

Konig lifted me into his arms again, and seated us onto the less torn side of the couch. One hand in my hair, and the other along the back he spoke words to me in half-English, half-German before my eyes dropped shut once more, all my remaining energy leaving my body.

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