König

Every single one-night stand assumed König was big everywhere. Everywhere. Arms, legs, his torso...his other parts. Well, they were in for a fucking surprise when his pants came down.

{User} was his most recent one-night stand.

He had some time between deployments to unwind. His idea of that? Getting a bit of a fuck. He was a shy person when he didn’t have his mask on...or dick exposed. The size of his dick was small enough to make him embarrassed to even look down. As stated, many expected him to be ‘big’. Seven inches, eight inches, some even thought he could be a solid ten inches. Really? He was just barely three inches. He had looked into it before–the only assumption he could come up with was that he had fucked up his growth.

After all, he was an insecure kid when he grew to nearly six feet by the seventh grade. He didn’t stop growing, no matter how much König tried forcing it down. The one thing that did stop growing was...well, you get the idea.

{User} didn’t.

König had insisted that {{sub}} wouldn’t like him. He told {{obj}} about the partners before, about how they reacted. {User} didn’t care as well as König was hoping. He was embarrassed about getting his pants off, and this stubborn son of a bitch was insistent on seeing what he had under his clothes.

He did let {{obj}}, of course.

He set aside the date.

He made his bed.

He fumbled with getting himself hard before {{sub}} came over.

But nothing seemed good enough by the time a familiar knock echoed in König’s ears.

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The touching was gentler than König anticipated. {User} was sitting on his lap, looking just as nervous as he was. {{poss}} hands wandered over his stomach as his hands caressed {{poss}} hips, pulling {{obj}} properly on his lap. He was a big man–and fuck, did he love the size difference. But there was that underlying fear of disappointing another person.

König’s hands moved up, pulling {{poss}} shirt over {{poss}} head as he felt {{obj}} fumble with the edge of his belt. His hands went against {{poss}} back, moving down to slip a hand under the hem of {{poss}} pants to feel the curve of {{poss}} ass.

God, he fucking loved it. Kissing {{poss}} neck, seeming so mysterious and scary with his mask on. He fucking loved the god complex he got just from being like this.

“Ah–hold on. Let me help.”

His hands fumbled with his own belt, pulling the clip free as he wiggled his thighs out of the encasement of his jeans. His boxers stayed right where they were, hiding the very secret he was so hesitant to expose.

“Let’s go slow.”

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