Nikolai

Long-distance relationships were hard in the military, but even more so when both partners were in different militaries. Nikolai worked with Chimera, occasionally collaborating with Task Force 141. {User}, on the other hand, worked in Task Force 141, and occasionally collaborated with Chimera. Because of this, who was to say when both of them would be off duty?

It was difficult. Most calls couldn’t be answered for obvious reasons, texting felt like messaging someone with a different timezone–which was true some days–, and letters could have been delivered faster by pigeon. There were some days when they’d be able to get a few messages in, but nothing that satisfied either of them. Nikolai was pent up, and his hand wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He knew the instant he had himself alone with {User}, he’d have to be dragged off in order to stop.

Now, Nikolai realistically hadn’t expected anything to happen so soon. He had gone right back home, legs aching, but he was sure it wasn’t from the mission. Nikolai figured the next few days would be lonely, boring, absent of any kind of love. Last he checked, {User} was still deployed and would be for some time. Not exactly a safe mission, but Nikolai had no power to pull them out. Besides, his partner was strong. He knew they’d be able to push through without a single bullet hitting them.

Well, he was right about the bullet part, but not about {User} being able to push through. He had rummaged through his pockets to find the key, an exhausted sigh escaping his mouth.

“Come on, it’s fucking cold.”

Nikolai’s fingers felt like they were freezing, but he still itched them around the items in his pocket before he felt the familiar feeling of the key. He mumbled, “There you go”, and pushed the key into the door. The instant he was in his home, he shut the door and sighed again. This time, it was from the comforting warmth.

He had to kick off his boots, but the regret set in the instant he felt the wetness in his socks squish out against the floor. Those same socks came off, then his jacket, and finally his hat. He didn’t want to change his clothes because he’d be cold, but he knew the water would feel like a boiling pot if he tried getting in.

Until he heard a rustle mixed with a breath.

Nikolai felt his heart falter for a moment, the sharp fear lurking in his heart as he moved over to where the sound was. Sleeping on the sofa of their shared living room, {User} was more than knocked out, sleeping with their shirt off and...

...a cut?

The temptation to fuck them right there faltered. It was about five inches of back and forth stitching that was etched from their ribs down against their stomach. He frowned as he saw it, but the excitement remained. This meant he’d be with them, even if they were a little hurt. He’d be there the whole time they rested, and he figured it would be a while on medical leave with how bruised and red it appeared.

Nikolai leaned over the sofa, one hand brushing the hair from their eyes and the other gently touching the wound. He didn’t press, rather, examined, but it seemed to hurt enough to wake {User}. They shifted, eyes barely even opening.

Exhausted.

Nikolai moved around the sofa, the cushions ducking as Nikolai pressed his knee to get beside {User}’s legs. One hand moved to their stomach, the back of his fingers stroking the skin before moving down, ever so gently touching their clothed crotch. He pressed a finger further down, practically shivering when he felt how fucking wet they were.

He leaned forward, kissing {User} on their forehead gently, fingers rubbing against their clit before he slipped them under their pants. His other hand nudged their legs further apart, his finger touching their bare cunt as the arousal clung to his touch.

Since he was unsure they were conscious enough to reciprocate anything, he kept his touch gentle to avoid startling them. His finger hooked under their pant line, tugging on it to get their attention before asking, “You can keep sleeping, but can I take these off? I just want to taste you.”

Long-distance relationships were hard in the military, but even more so when both partners were in different militaries. Nikolai worked with Chimera, occasionally collaborating with Task Force 141. {User}, on the other hand, worked in Task Force 141, and occasionally collaborated with Chimera. Because of this, who was to say when both of them would be off duty?

It was difficult. Most calls couldn’t be answered for obvious reasons, texting felt like messaging someone with a different timezone–which was true some days–, and letters could have been delivered faster by pigeon. There were some days when they’d be able to get a few messages in, but nothing that satisfied either of them. Nikolai was pent up, and his hand wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He knew the instant he had himself alone with {User}, he’d have to be dragged off in order to stop.

Now, Nikolai realistically hadn’t expected anything to happen so soon. He had gone right back home, legs aching, but he was sure it wasn’t from the mission. Nikolai figured the next few days would be lonely, boring, absent of any kind of love. Last he checked, {User} was still deployed and would be for some time. Not exactly a safe mission, but Nikolai had no power to pull them out. Besides, his partner was strong. He knew they’d be able to push through without a single bullet hitting them.

Well, he was right about the bullet part, but not about {User} being able to push through. He had rummaged through his pockets to find the key, an exhausted sigh escaping his mouth.

“Come on, it’s fucking cold.”

Nikolai’s fingers felt like they were freezing, but he still itched them around the items in his pocket before he felt the familiar feeling of the key. He mumbled, “There you go”, and pushed the key into the door. The instant he was in his home, he shut the door and sighed again. This time, it was from the comforting warmth.

He had to kick off his boots, but the regret set in the instant he felt the wetness in his socks squish out against the floor. Those same socks came off, then his jacket, and finally his hat. He didn’t want to change his clothes because he’d be cold, but he knew the water would feel like a boiling pot if he tried getting in.

Until he heard a rustle mixed with a breath.

Nikolai felt his heart falter for a moment, the sharp fear lurking in his heart as he moved over to where the sound was. Sleeping on the sofa of their shared living room, {User} was more than knocked out, sleeping with their shirt off and...

...a cut?

The temptation to fuck them right there faltered. It was about five inches of back and forth stitching that was etched from their ribs down against their stomach. He frowned as he saw it, but the excitement remained. This meant he’d be with them, even if they were a little hurt. He’d be there the whole time they rested, and he figured it would be a while on medical leave with how bruised and red it appeared.

Nikolai leaned over the sofa, one hand brushing the hair from their eyes and the other gently touching the wound. He didn’t press, rather, examined, but it seemed to hurt enough to wake {User}. They shifted, eyes barely even opening.

Exhausted.

Nikolai moved around the sofa, the cushions ducking as Nikolai pressed his knee to get beside {User}’s legs. One hand moved to their stomach, the back of his fingers stroking the skin before moving down, ever so gently touching their clothed crotch. He pressed a finger further down, practically shivering when he felt how fucking hard they were. The idea of {User} sleeping didn’t exactly seem believable.

He leaned forward, kissing {User} on their forehead gently, fingers rubbing against their tip before he slipped them under their pants. His other hand nudged their legs further apart, his finger touching their bare cock as the arousal clung to his touch.

Since he was unsure they were conscious enough to reciprocate anything, he kept his touch gentle to avoid startling them. His finger hooked under their pant line, tugging on it to get their attention before asking, “You can keep sleeping, but can I take these off? I just want to taste you.”

Long-distance relationships were hard in the military, but even more so when both partners were in different militaries. Nikolai worked with Chimera, occasionally collaborating with Task Force 141. {User}, on the other hand, worked in Task Force 141, and occasionally collaborated with Chimera. Because of this, who was to say when both of them would be off duty?

It was difficult. Most calls couldn’t be answered for obvious reasons, texting felt like messaging someone with a different timezone–which was true some days–, and letters could have been delivered faster by pigeon. There were some days when they’d be able to get a few messages in, but nothing that satisfied either of them. Nikolai was pent up, and his hand wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He knew the instant he had himself alone with {User}, he’d have to be dragged off in order to stop.

Now, Nikolai realistically hadn’t expected anything to happen so soon. He had gone right back home, legs aching, but he was sure it wasn’t from the mission. Nikolai figured the next few days would be lonely, boring, absent of any kind of love. Last he checked, {User} was still deployed and would be for some time. Not exactly a safe mission, but Nikolai had no power to pull him out. Besides, his partner was strong. He knew he’d be able to push through without a single bullet hitting him.

Well, he was right about the bullet part, but not about {User} being able to push through. He had rummaged through his pockets to find the key, an exhausted sigh escaping his mouth.

“Come on, it’s fucking cold.”

Nikolai’s fingers felt like they were freezing, but he still itched them around the items in his pocket before he felt the familiar feeling of the key. He mumbled, “There you go”, and pushed the key into the door. The instant he was in his home, he shut the door and sighed again. This time, it was from the comforting warmth.

He had to kick off his boots, but the regret set in the instant he felt the wetness in his socks squish out against the floor. Those same socks came off, then his jacket, and finally his hat. He didn’t want to change his clothes because he’d be cold, but he knew the water would feel like a boiling pot if he tried getting in.

Until he heard a rustle mixed with a breath.

Nikolai felt his heart falter for a moment, the sharp fear lurking in his heart as he moved over to where the sound was. Sleeping on the sofa of their shared living room, {User} was more than knocked out, sleeping with his shirt off and...

...a cut?

The temptation to fuck him right there faltered. It was about five inches of back and forth stitching that was etched from his ribs down against their stomach. He frowned as he saw it, but the excitement remained. This meant he’d be with him, even if he was a little hurt. He’d be there the whole time he rested, and he figured it would be a while on medical leave with how bruised and red it appeared.

Nikolai leaned over the sofa, one hand brushing the hair from his eyes and the other gently touching the wound. He didn’t press, rather, examined, but it seemed to hurt enough to wake {User}. He shifted, eyes barely even opening.

Exhausted.

Nikolai moved around the sofa, the cushions ducking as Nikolai pressed his knee to get beside {User}’s legs. One hand moved to his stomach, the back of his fingers stroking the skin before moving down, ever so gently touching his clothed crotch. He pressed a finger further down, practically shivering when he felt how fucking wet he was. The idea of {User} sleeping didn’t exactly seem believable.

He leaned forward, kissing {User} on his forehead gently, fingers rubbing against his clit before he slipped them under his pants. His other hand nudged his legs further apart, his finger touching his bare cunt as the arousal clung to his touch.

Since he was unsure they were conscious enough to reciprocate anything, he kept his touch gentle to avoid startling him. His finger hooked under his pant line, tugging on it to get his attention before asking, “You can keep sleeping, but can I take these off? I just want to taste you.”

Long-distance relationships were hard in the military, but even more so when both partners were in different militaries. Nikolai worked with Chimera, occasionally collaborating with Task Force 141. {User}, on the other hand, worked in Task Force 141, and occasionally collaborated with Chimera. Because of this, who was to say when both of them would be off duty?

It was difficult. Most calls couldn’t be answered for obvious reasons, texting felt like messaging someone with a different timezone–which was true some days–, and letters could have been delivered faster by pigeon. There were some days when they’d be able to get a few messages in, but nothing that satisfied either of them. Nikolai was pent up, and his hand wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He knew the instant he had himself alone with {User}, he’d have to be dragged off in order to stop.

Now, Nikolai realistically hadn’t expected anything to happen so soon. He had gone right back home, legs aching, but he was sure it wasn’t from the mission. Nikolai figured the next few days would be lonely, boring, absent of any kind of love. Last he checked, {User} was still deployed and would be for some time. Not exactly a safe mission, but Nikolai had no power to pull him out. Besides, his partner was strong. He knew he’d be able to push through without a single bullet hitting him.

Well, he was right about the bullet part, but not about {User} being able to push through. He had rummaged through his pockets to find the key, an exhausted sigh escaping his mouth.

“Come on, it’s fucking cold.”

Nikolai’s fingers felt like they were freezing, but he still itched them around the items in his pocket before he felt the familiar feeling of the key. He mumbled, “There you go”, and pushed the key into the door. The instant he was in his home, he shut the door and sighed again. This time, it was from the comforting warmth.

He had to kick off his boots, but the regret set in the instant he felt the wetness in his socks squish out against the floor. Those same socks came off, then his jacket, and finally his hat. He didn’t want to change his clothes because he’d be cold, but he knew the water would feel like a boiling pot if he tried getting in.

Until he heard a rustle mixed with a breath.

Nikolai felt his heart falter for a moment, the sharp fear lurking in his heart as he moved over to where the sound was. Sleeping on the sofa of their shared living room, {User} was more than knocked out, sleeping with his shirt off and...

...a cut?

The temptation to fuck him right there faltered. It was about five inches of back and forth stitching that was etched from his ribs down against their stomach. He frowned as he saw it, but the excitement remained. This meant he’d be with him, even if he was a little hurt. He’d be there the whole time he rested, and he figured it would be a while on medical leave with how bruised and red it appeared.

Nikolai leaned over the sofa, one hand brushing the hair from his eyes and the other gently touching the wound. He didn’t press, rather, examined, but it seemed to hurt enough to wake {User}. He shifted, eyes barely even opening.

Exhausted.

Nikolai moved around the sofa, the cushions ducking as Nikolai pressed his knee to get beside {User}’s legs. One hand moved to his stomach, the back of his fingers stroking the skin before moving down, ever so gently touching his clothed crotch. He pressed a finger further down, practically shivering when he felt how fucking hard he was. The idea of {User} sleeping didn’t exactly seem believable.

He leaned forward, kissing {User} on his forehead gently, fingers rubbing against his tip before he slipped them under his pants. His other hand nudged his legs further apart, his finger touching his bare cock as the arousal clung to his touch.

Since he was unsure they were conscious enough to reciprocate anything, he kept his touch gentle to avoid startling him. His finger hooked under his pant line, tugging on it to get his attention before asking, “You can keep sleeping, but can I take these off? I just want to taste you.”

Long-distance relationships were hard in the military, but even more so when both partners were in different militaries. Nikolai worked with Chimera, occasionally collaborating with Task Force 141. {User}, on the other hand, worked in Task Force 141, and occasionally collaborated with Chimera. Because of this, who was to say when both of them would be off duty?

It was difficult. Most calls couldn’t be answered for obvious reasons, texting felt like messaging someone with a different timezone–which was true some days–, and letters could have been delivered faster by pigeon. There were some days when they’d be able to get a few messages in, but nothing that satisfied either of them. Nikolai was pent up, and his hand wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He knew the instant he had himself alone with {User}, he’d have to be dragged off in order to stop.

Now, Nikolai realistically hadn’t expected anything to happen so soon. He had gone right back home, legs aching, but he was sure it wasn’t from the mission. Nikolai figured the next few days would be lonely, boring, absent of any kind of love. Last he checked, {User} was still deployed and would be for some time. Not exactly a safe mission, but Nikolai had no power to pull her out. Besides, his partner was strong. He knew she’d be able to push through without a single bullet hitting her.

Well, he was right about the bullet part, but not about {User} being able to push through. He had rummaged through his pockets to find the key, an exhausted sigh escaping his mouth.

“Come on, it’s fucking cold.”

Nikolai’s fingers felt like they were freezing, but he still itched them around the items in his pocket before he felt the familiar feeling of the key. He mumbled, “There you go”, and pushed the key into the door. The instant he was in his home, he shut the door and sighed again. This time, it was from the comforting warmth.

He had to kick off his boots, but the regret set in the instant he felt the wetness in his socks squish out against the floor. Those same socks came off, then his jacket, and finally his hat. He didn’t want to change his clothes because he’d be cold, but he knew the water would feel like a boiling pot if he tried getting in.

Until he heard a rustle mixed with a breath.

Nikolai felt his heart falter for a moment, the sharp fear lurking in his heart as he moved over to where the sound was. Sleeping on the sofa of their shared living room, {User} was more than knocked out, sleeping with her shirt off and...

...a cut?

The temptation to fuck her right there faltered. It was about five inches of back and forth stitching that was etched from her ribs down against their stomach. He frowned as he saw it, but the excitement remained. This meant he’d be with her, even if she was a little hurt. He’d be there the whole time she rested, and he figured it would be a while on medical leave with how bruised and red it appeared.

Nikolai leaned over the sofa, one hand brushing the hair from her eyes and the other gently touching the wound. He didn’t press, rather, examined, but it seemed to hurt enough to wake {User}. She shifted, eyes barely even opening.

Exhausted.

Nikolai moved around the sofa, the cushions ducking as Nikolai pressed his knee to get beside {User}’s legs. One hand moved to her stomach, the back of his fingers stroking the skin before moving down, ever so gently touching her clothed crotch. He pressed a finger further down, practically shivering when he felt how fucking wet she was. The idea of {User} sleeping didn’t exactly seem believable.

He leaned forward, kissing {User} on her forehead gently, fingers rubbing against her clit before he slipped them under her pants. His other hand nudged her legs further apart, his finger touching her bare cunt as the arousal clung to his touch.

Since he was unsure they were conscious enough to reciprocate anything, he kept his touch gentle to avoid startling her. His finger hooked under her pant line, tugging on it to get her attention before asking, “You can keep sleeping, but can I take these off? I just want to taste you.”

Long-distance relationships were hard in the military, but even more so when both partners were in different militaries. Nikolai worked with Chimera, occasionally collaborating with Task Force 141. {User}, on the other hand, worked in Task Force 141, and occasionally collaborated with Chimera. Because of this, who was to say when both of them would be off duty?

It was difficult. Most calls couldn’t be answered for obvious reasons, texting felt like messaging someone with a different timezone–which was true some days–, and letters could have been delivered faster by pigeon. There were some days when they’d be able to get a few messages in, but nothing that satisfied either of them. Nikolai was pent up, and his hand wasn’t doing it for him anymore. He knew the instant he had himself alone with {User}, he’d have to be dragged off in order to stop.

Now, Nikolai realistically hadn’t expected anything to happen so soon. He had gone right back home, legs aching, but he was sure it wasn’t from the mission. Nikolai figured the next few days would be lonely, boring, absent of any kind of love. Last he checked, {User} was still deployed and would be for some time. Not exactly a safe mission, but Nikolai had no power to pull her out. Besides, his partner was strong. He knew she’d be able to push through without a single bullet hitting her.

Well, he was right about the bullet part, but not about {User} being able to push through. He had rummaged through his pockets to find the key, an exhausted sigh escaping his mouth.

“Come on, it’s fucking cold.”

Nikolai’s fingers felt like they were freezing, but he still itched them around the items in his pocket before he felt the familiar feeling of the key. He mumbled, “There you go”, and pushed the key into the door. The instant he was in his home, he shut the door and sighed again. This time, it was from the comforting warmth.

He had to kick off his boots, but the regret set in the instant he felt the wetness in his socks squish out against the floor. Those same socks came off, then his jacket, and finally his hat. He didn’t want to change his clothes because he’d be cold, but he knew the water would feel like a boiling pot if he tried getting in.

Until he heard a rustle mixed with a breath.

Nikolai felt his heart falter for a moment, the sharp fear lurking in his heart as he moved over to where the sound was. Sleeping on the sofa of their shared living room, {User} was more than knocked out, sleeping with her shirt off and...

...a cut?

The temptation to fuck her right there faltered. It was about five inches of back and forth stitching that was etched from her ribs down against their stomach. He frowned as he saw it, but the excitement remained. This meant he’d be with her, even if she was a little hurt. He’d be there the whole time she rested, and he figured it would be a while on medical leave with how bruised and red it appeared.

Nikolai leaned over the sofa, one hand brushing the hair from her eyes and the other gently touching the wound. He didn’t press, rather, examined, but it seemed to hurt enough to wake {User}. She shifted, eyes barely even opening.

Exhausted.

Nikolai moved around the sofa, the cushions ducking as Nikolai pressed his knee to get beside {User}’s legs. One hand moved to her stomach, the back of his fingers stroking the skin before moving down, ever so gently touching her clothed crotch. He pressed a finger further down, practically shivering when he felt how fucking hard she was. The idea of {User} sleeping didn’t exactly seem believable.

He leaned forward, kissing {User} on her forehead gently, fingers rubbing against her tip before he slipped them under her pants. His other hand nudged her legs further apart, his finger touching her bare cock as the arousal clung to his touch.

Since he was unsure they were conscious enough to reciprocate anything, he kept his touch gentle to avoid startling her. His finger hooked under her pant line, tugging on it to get her attention before asking, “You can keep sleeping, but can I take these off? I just want to taste you.”