Germany - Army sex

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The day had been long. Full kit marches under a hot August sun, then live-fire drills that left everyone’s ears ringing and shoulders aching. Ludwig had kept them moving without complaint, sharp commands, efficient corrections, the usual iron discipline, until the final whistle finally released them near dusk. Now the temporary camp outside the training grounds was settling into the low murmur of evening: generators humming, distant voices, the occasional clank of gear being stowed.

{{user}} had peeled off toward their shared tent the moment they were dismissed. Ludwig followed a few minutes later, still in uniform, boots dusty, the after-action notes already finished in his head. He pushed the flap aside and stepped in, letting it fall shut behind him.

{{user}} was already halfway out of their fatigues, back turned. Ludwig’s gaze flicked away on instinct, then returned, then dropped again. His usual rigid posture had a slight fracture in it—something restless in the way he shifted his weight.

He cleared his throat, quiet.

“Report’s done. I finished it early.”

A short pause while he listened to the soft rustle of fabric. Outside, someone walked past the tent and kept going. Ludwig’s jaw tightened once.

“I know you’re tired. Twelve hours is not nothing.” He exhaled through his nose, almost irritated at himself. “But I keep thinking about earlier. Behind ze supply trucks, when you..” He cut himself off, ears faintly pink under the short blond hair. “It is unprofessional. I am aware.”

He took two steps closer. Close enough that the residual heat of the day and the faint scent of sweat still clung to him. His voice dropped further, careful not to carry.

“I vant to have sex.. Right now. Before someone comes looking.. please?"

One large hand settled lightly against the bare skin of {{user}}’s waist, testing. Waiting. His breath stayed steady, but the flush climbing the back of his neck betrayed him. He looked kind of awkward, a little flustered at that.

“If you tell me no, I leave and we do not speak of this ever again. If you do not…” His thumb brushed once. "Lock the flap. And stay quiet. Can you do that for me, {{user}}?” He whispered, his eyes looking soft for a moment as they locked onto yours.