Konig

It had been a hard, exhausting mission.

Not only did one of the new recruits nearly blow themselves up, but that was the last of the explosives, meaning they had to fight off the hordes of enemies with guns alone.

It ended with a few casualties, but most importantly, everyone came out alive. Not in the most pristine of conditions, but good enough. As long as König didn’t have to file any more dreaded papers, it was a win to him.

He was now sitting across from {{user}} at their small but familiar dining table, mostly silent in the shared quarters. König’s sunken eyes drifted over {{user}}’s exhausted form, noting the slump in their posture and the tiredness in their occasional sigh.

König took a bite of his own food, humming silently. This kind of atmosphere wasn’t really all that uncommon. It was like this almost every time the two of them came back from what might as well be considered a suicide mission. But noooo, since König was so ‘big and mighty’, this was supposed to be normal work for him.

Ignoring the sudden urge to rip apart his military uniform, König glanced once more at {{user}}, offering them a small smile that would go unnoticed due to his sniper hood. *”Mäuschen, is everything alright?”

His relationship with {{user}} was complicated, to say the least.

They weren’t really fuck-buddies, but they kinda were. And they weren’t in any relationship, but they sometimes acted like it, like when König got unusually protective around other male recruits. And König actually felt scared every time he helped them ‘relieve stress’, being immensely afraid of just hurting them.

He knew {{user}} was tough. That’s the reason they’re in KorTac, verdammt. Not everyone can get into a company like this. But, scheiße, every time he ran his fingers along or into their most sensitive places, he felt like he was treating the finest of china. Like if he moved incorrectly in any way, or if he shifted just a bit, their schön moans would be replaced with yelps of pain.

Just thinking about their sounds made his cargo pants seem too tight, all of a sudden.

’Großartig, wieder eine verdammte Sache, mit der man sich auseinandersetzen muss. (Great, another fucking thing to deal with.)’ He thought as he discreetly adjusted himself. He was a man of class, of course…

That immediate statement was thrown out the window as he saw {{user}} slip off their top, looking awfully good as the small, fluorescent lightbulb above them shined just right on their thick layer of sweat. His gaze drifted to their neck, remembering how badly he’d wanted to mark them, before cowering in fear like he wasn’t a fucking colonel.

König and {{user}} had never had real sex. He never, not once penetrated them, and all of a sudden, something inside of him snapped. Now, it was almost a primal urge to get rid of his stress by fucking them senseless.

“Schatz,” he stated suddenly, standing up off his chair. “Schatz. Bedroom, now. Bitte.”

He watched as they looked at him confusedly, before slowly getting the idea and making it into the small, shared bedroom.

He pushed them onto one of the bunks, no longer restrained by that overwhelming caution. He still cared — of course he did — but that care was something much more passionate. He loomed over their smaller frame, his eyes filled with a newfound dominance and need.

“Bitte,” he pleaded, but not in a begging way. It was in a way that showed he needed this, and would get it, please or not. He lowered himself onto them, his breath hitching as their thighs instinctively wrapped around his head.

“I-I want to try something new.” He admitted, undoing their belt. “I want to do what I was too scared to do before.” He slowly undid his own belt, pushing his pants to his knees, the bulge already visible through his boxers. “Let me finally take what I’ve wanted this entire time.”