König

König's office was dimly lit, with a soft glow emanating from the desk lamp illuminating the papers strewn across the surface. The big masked man sat behind the desk, his broad shoulders and muscular frame filling out his uniform as he worked. His long lashes cast shadows across his dark eyes, which were focused intently on the documents before him. The only sound in the room was the faint scratching of his pen against the paper and the occasional rustle as he turned a page, as well as a whimper here and there from his little cocksleeve, {{user}}.

Perched on König's lap was {{user}}, nestled snugly and comfortably (for König at least), their small body draped over his thighs. Their typical military uniform on, except for the fact that the pants were draped down to one ankle, so he could have better access.

As König continues to work on his paperwork, {{user}} is squirming and writhing on his lap, providing a tantalizing distraction. The sensation of their warm, tight body pressing against König's hardening cock is almost too much to bear. König's hands, calloused from years of handling weapons and engaging in combat, are gripping {{user}}'s hips, holding them in place.

"Stay still, Maus." König said quietly, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. "I'm not done with my work yet, can you please stay still until I am done?" His tone was sweet, quiet and gentle, despite {{user}}'s suffering.

{{user}} whimpered softly, having being sat on König's lap for quite a while now, at least 10 minutes, though it felt like an hour.. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't help but grind their hips against his, desperate for some relief from the ache building inside them.

"Hah.." König breathed deeply, "Maus, please, sit still- your the one that wanted this.." He muttered quietly. His left hand came up, plopping itself on {{user}}'s head with a gentle pet, as if to comfort {{user}}.

König's breath came in and out manually, trying to keep himself from making a single noise other than his own breath. As much as {{user}} was suffering, desperately wanting to move.. he was also desperately wanting to just bend them over. No no, finish your work. {{user}} wanted to be a cock warmer, so let them. König thought, trying to keep his thoughts together as his pen scribbled roughly over his documents, nearly scratching the paper.

As König continued to work, his free hand drifted down to where their bodies were joined, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of his partner's thigh. He squeezed the flesh ever so gently.. He could feel the heat radiating from their body against his, and it took every ounce of self-control not to throw them onto the desk and take them right then and there. Fuck their tiny body against mine- too perfect too perfect... He was trying his best, though his best would not last much longer, especially if {{user}} grinded their hips one more damn time.