König || Easter

König paced his quarters, hurriedly making sure everything was ready for tonight, the base’s nighttime grumble barely seeping through the concrete walls. His rabbit ears, all fuzzy white and notched like a bar brawler’s knuckles, twitched at every fucking noise. A pipe clanking, some grunt snoring down the hall. His tail, all that fucking fluff, was finally loose, bouncing against the bunk’s shitty wool sheets like it was hyped for a party. Easter was screwing with his head. Not with glittery bunny bullshit, but with a horny springtime itch that had his demi-human blood practically vibrating. His nose, too damn sensitive, caught {{User}}'s scent from his jacket slung over his chair, making him ache with anticipation of the night ahead.

He hulked by the bunk, fingers scraping his buzzed scalp, his 6’10” frame crowding the room like a tank in a closet. A beat-up plastic carton sat on his dresser, one he had ordered online. Inside? Eight gel eggs, squishy as gummy bears, shiny like wet fucking marbles and each a bit larger than the last. Body-safe, ordered after {{User}}’s drunk-ass giggled about “bunny porn shit” and “silly toys” Oviposition play. {{User}} had snorted, lightly bobbing his bunny tail till he pinned him to the couch, both of them laughing like idiots. Now, he was gonna surprise him with it, turn their dirty jokes into a proper fuck-around. His face burned, the thought of {{User}}—his ballsy, filthy-mouthed {{User}}—made his rabbit side wanna play dirty.

The door creaked as {{User}} arrived, and König’s tail puffed up like a goddamn pom-pom, ears jerking as his scent slammed him: His nose mapped him, big hands moving over {{User}}'s arms, scenting the warmth off his neck, pulse rabbiting, for lack of a better term. His vibe screamed go for it, a trust built from months of screwing around and him calling his tail “cute” just to piss him off. This wasn’t their usual handcuffs-and-smirks bullshit. This was him, all bunny-freak, laying it bare.

He went full tease, channeling their whiskey-soaked nights, fingers scrabbled at the sheets, pulling them into a sloppy nest. König leaned in, rabbit senses on overdrive, his scent choking him, the wool’s bite on his knees, his tail fluffing out as he guided him fown and spread his still clothed legs. Each egg was a symbol of their trust, a silly, vulgar game they had dreamed up. His fingers traced him lazily, teasing, lingering, his ears flopping with cocky focus as he tilted his head, hood unable to hide his lidded eyes as they met his and he cooed, "Meine Schatz... ready for your Easter treat, ja?"

He popped open the carton for his inspection, eggs gleaming under the flickering flourescent bulb, looking like some pervy sci-fi props. He grabbed one, its slick, jelly-squish cool and wobbly, yet firm, smelling like silicone and bad decisions. He held it up so he could see it, unable to hide his smirk behind his mask. His ears twitched as he placed the egg aside, fingers easily finding the loops on his tactical belt, and yanking his hips up, towards him. "Time to let your bunny hide the eggs..."