Hazel

Horangi was relieved to see the KorTac base again. Two months undercover in a shitty hideout meant he had come to miss his small quarters, basic meals and the friendly faces of the team. Especially that of his partner, Konig.

It was going into the evening when Horangi’s heli landed on the tarmac and he finally felt solid ground after hours of flying. Not getting a moment to catch his breath before he was ushered to a briefing room. Needing to debrief and write his mission report.  Horangi did as he was ordered, making sure to be quick about it. The jitters of being home and being so close to Konig had his knee bobbing under the table as he wrote. Eyes looking to the clock and hands flicking through each page, hoping he would finish before curfew. Finally done, Horangi was quickly out of the door.

Determined to hunt down Konig, he realised his quarry was just outside the briefing room door, leaning against the wall.

Konig lifted his head and his blue eyes closed in a bright smile. Immediately stepping away from the wall to meet Horangi at the door.

“Horangi, welcome back,” Konig said cheerily.

“It’s good to be back,” Horangi replied, looking up and down the hall, he frowned. “Were you waiting for me?”

“But of course! I came as soon as I heard you had arrived.”

Horangi’s frown only worsened at that, “How long?”

“N-Not long,” 

“Konig . . .” 

“ . . . Two hours.”

“ Two hours ?” Horangi repeated, exasperated. “You didn’t have to do that. I would've come to find you as soon as I was done.”

“I know . . .” Konig mumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “But I wanted to. I . . . I wanted to be the first person you saw when you came back.”

Horangi’s heart twinged in delightful heartbreak at the thought and he could not help but let out a small laugh, “Well, aren’t you sweet.”

Konig only flushed, the small bit of skin around his eyes blooming red even through the black paint.

“Have you eaten?” Horangi asked, knowing he himself was starving as he had not eaten since before his exfil earlier that day.

Kongi shook his head, “No, not yet.”

“Let’s go get dinner, then. And I’ll tell you all about the mission.” Horangi said while nodding with his head to follow him.

“I would love that.” Voice sounding genuinely delighted.

The towering Austrian then took to Horangi’s side as they walked. Shoulders brushing with each step.

. . .

The two enjoyed a filling but boringly simple meal from the mess along with Horangi recounting his mission. Gladly answering any of Konig’s questions and preening when he heard Konig’s praise. All the while, their legs brushed under the table, both restraining their need for closeness until later, when they were alone.

Luckily, they did not have to wait long, as Konig gladly invited Horangi to ‘visit’ his quarters. Which, between them, meant Horangi would not complete his visitation until morning.

Konig ushered Horangi inside and closed the door, happy to see Horangi in his personal space again.

Horangi went to sit down on the edge of the bed, going about removing his sunglasses and mask now that there were no prying eyes to watch. Konig himself had just removed his hood when he noticed it. The pillowcase he had pilfered from Horangi’s room had been abandoned on his bed. Right where Horangi was sitting.

Konig hastily grabbed the case, hoping Horangi did not see it. It appeared so as Horangi only looked at him in confusion at his sudden movement.

“What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing.” Konig mumbled as he quickly went to his dresser drawers.

“Then what are you holding?” Konig flinched when he heard Horangi get up from the bed. Pulling out a drawer intending to hide the item until further notice. 

“It’s really nothing.” Closing the draw and turning, Horangi was right behind him, making Konig jump.

“Then why are you hiding it?”  The taller man almost flinched again when he saw the suspicion in Horangi’s face. Scarred lips thinned into a line and handsome eyes squinting as he tried to look past him.

“I . . . Uhm . . .” Konig started, eyes nervously darting between Horangi and the drawer. “It’s . . .”

Horangi’s sharp gaze softened as he realised he may be distressing him. Reaching out, he took one of Konig’s hands in his own. The Austrian’s hand was unsurprisingly large, with broad fingers and callouses from where he held his weapon. Horangi’s were dwarfed slightly in comparison, not that he minded. Horangi could probably look at them for days, admire them, touch them, kiss them. He was almost tempted to but he had other matters to attend to first.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Horangi reassured, squeezing the palm of Konig’s right hand between both of his own. “But you can tell me anything, ok?”

Konig seemed to ponder over that, his eyes looking to the drawer once before he looked back to Horangi. Very clearly torn between whether to explain himself or not.

“I . . . It’s a pillowcase f-from your room.”

“From my room?” Horangi echoed, a bit confused.

“I went to drop off that book you gave me,” Konig explained, voice hastened in an effort to explain himself. “And I . . . I er- got . . . Got distracted.” His hand between Horangi’s own squeezed. “I thought it best to take it for . . . For safekeeping.”

Horangi only needed a moment before he connected the dots. His heart then swelling as he realised just what this meant. “Did you miss me that much?”

“M-More than that! I think I would have gone a little crazy if you had come back any later. But I did not steal anything else! I thought this might not be of importance so you would not miss it when it was gone.”

Horangi felt a smile curl his lip, his whole chest feeling this dull sort of ache as he listened to Konig. Could someone feel sad but also so overjoyed at the same time? Because Horangi thought he felt it, with his chest aching but heart soaring at the thought of what his absence had meant to Konig. That he had been so desperate for anything tangibly Horangi’s that he had stooped to taking something of his to ensure he did not grow too lonely.

Someone else may have thought it a tad unhealthy but to Horangi it was one of the most romantic things he had ever heard.

“You can have whatever you want Konig, just say the word.”

“Oh,” Konig looked visibly surprised by that. His eyes lowered to look over Horangi’s form. “Then . . . Then can I have your shirt? O-Only after you’ve finished using it . . .” 

Konig faltered as his eyes grew wide. Watching as Horangi took off his shirt, pulling it up and over his head and holding it ourt to him. 

“Go on,” Horangi pushed the clothing into Konig’s hands. “It’s yours.”

Konig’s fingers were trembling slightly, apprehension and thrill making his heartbeat ring in his ears. Looking down at the fabric - to the untrained eye it was nothing special - a grey military issue t-shirt with the KorTac emblem covering where the heart would be on the left. But for Konig, it was like a priceless treasure. The cloth was still warm from Horangi’s body heat and even from this distance he could smell the hint of sweat that had set him off a few weeks prior. His hands were now shaking as he lifted the shirt to his nose, feeling his face burn red as he did it all the while Horangi watched. Sharp eyes not ever looking away, partially lidded and pupils blown out as it appeared that Horangi was quite enjoying what he was watching.

“I had no idea you liked my smell so much,” Horangi said, voice hushed. 

The Korean man stepped closer, one leg pressing between both of Konig’s own until their hips were touching. Konig let in a quickened breath as he felt a shape pressing to his abdomen. Horangi had gotten excited.

“I . . . I didn’t either,” Konig mumbled, pressing the cloth harder to his face in an effort to hide his embarrassment. Feeling his rushing blood start to pump south. “It wasn’t until you left that I realised.”

Horangi let out a soft hum, tilting his head slightly as he watched Konig for a moment. Watching as he breathed into his shirt. A shirt he had been wearing all day and that he had dirtied with sweat.

“Well, next time, tell me. I’ll leave some clothes behind for you.”

Konig’s eyes brightened, the ice-cold blue eyes so pretty Horangi did not dare look away. “Y-You would do that? For me?”

“Of course,” Horangi said, not helping but smiling. “I’d do anything to make you happy.”

Konig’s heart ached as if it had grown with each affirmation Horangi gave him. At this point, he was worried it was going to burst out of his chest. The pain of it, to the joy of it, made his eyes sting again. Before he knew it, tears were dribbling down his cheeks.

“I-I-I thought . . . I thought you might . . . Might think it weird.” Konig mumbled with a trembling, weeping voice.

“Not at all!” Horangi immediately reassured. Reaching up and cupping Konig’s face between his hands, pulling him away from the shirt. Horangi felt adoration swell in his chest as he beheld him. Eyes glittering with glistening tears, lips trembling and cheeks blotching red. If it were not for the fact that Konig was in distress, he would consider making Konig cry more often. He looked so beautiful. So perfect.

Horangi pushed himself up on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Konig’s lips, enjoying the sharp but snotty inhalation of breath through the other man’s nose. Konig’s free hand reached out to hold him close as he reciprocated, Horangi not minding when he tasted the salt of Konig’s tears between their lips.

In fact, it excited him. Aroused him, even.

Horangi pulled his lips away, licking his lips to savour the taste. Seeing the wet tracks down Konig’s cheeks he sprung into action. Kissing at each of Konig’s eyelids, happy to feel Konig almost melt a little in his hands. He then dashed his tongue out and licked the tear trails. Only a little disturbed when he felt himself harden at the tang of salt.

Pulling away, Horangi allowed Konig to bury his face once more into the shirt in his hand. His eyes still visible and wide as they looked at him.

“You know, I think it’s hot actually.”

“R-Really?”

Horangi nodded in affirmation his small smile only faltering for a moment before he said, “It also gives me an idea.”

. . .

Konig was still leaning against the set of drawers. His left hand shakily holding onto the edge of the furniture as his knees grew weaker by the moment, his right still forever holding Horangi’s donated shirt to his face. Gasping in air that smelled of him. 

His eyes casted down to watch what was happening below.

Horangi was on his knees, hands on either of Konig’s hips and his mouth around Konig’s cock. Just as he had imagined it.

Konig whined as Horangi pulled his mouth off with a ‘pop’ and licked at the head, divoting into the slit. His eyes crinkled when he heard just how much Konig was enjoying himself.

He took Konig’s cock again into his mouth, nose flaring for breaths as he did. Struggling to accommodate but still making room as Konig went past his tongue and down his throat. Letting out a faint groan as he felt the shaft twitch, only making Horangi all the harder.

Horangi’s head began to move, his lips dragging up and down Konig’s shaft. Coating the shaft in his saliva as he did. Konig’s eyes closed in pleasure for a moment before opening again, Horangi feeling smug to know he wanted to watch.

His pace quickened as he grew used to Konig’s size down his throat, although his jaw did start to ache. But Horangi gladly ignored it, as it was worth it to see Konig creep closer and closer to orgasm.

Horangi could see it coming near. See it in how the great expanse of Konig’s chest rippled with shiver after shiver and breath after shaky breath. He could feel it on his tongue, the veins on the shaft twitching as it strained not to finish too soon. He could hear it in Konig’s noises, going from intermittent to often, not growing louder but rather shakier and higher in pitch.

“Sheisse,” Konig’s muffled voice swore. “I-I’m close, Horangi . . . I-I hah- I’m almost there.”

 His head then rolled back, shirt still bunched to his mouth and nose. Coming to the precipice, just before it all came crashing down. His eyes squeezed shut, his shoulders hunching. Konig let out one rasping breath, his lungs gasping to hold one more breath before-

A hand squeezed at his balls and the base of his cock, the warmth and bliss of Horangi’s mouth gone.

“Wha-” Konig blustered as he looked down.

Horangi was still down on his knees, hands between Konig’s knees. He must have seen the anguish and confusion in Konig’s eyes as he smiled, that hungry glitter in his gaze.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Konig whimpered in distress, hips fidgeting in frustration. His body jittery with energy from being edged.

“Get on the bed for me,” Horangi requested, getting up to his feet. “And get undressed.”

Konig did not even stop to complain. Shuffling onto the bed and stripping, careful not to aggravate his painfully hard cock. Horangi was soon with him, the rest of his clothes already forgotten on the floor.

“Get comfortable,” Horangi said as he climbed up ontop of him, settling down down on his knees on either side of Konig’s legs. “I’m gonna ride you.”

Konig was happy to hear but still spoke, “B-But don’t you need to prep? We have not done it in so long.”

Horangi let out a huff of a laugh, “Oh please, what do you think I was getting up to on my mission? I had so much free time while I was away.”

Konig felt his aching cock twitch at the thought. Horangi missing Konig. Missing Konig being inside him. So much so he had fingered himself just to satiate the urge. Perhaps thinking of him as he did it, calling out his name even though he was not there to hear it. Konig would have to remember this conversation for later.

In the meanwhile, Horangi had poured lube onto Konig’s cock. The cool liquid a soothing balm for his aroused agitation but even more greatful when Horangi’s hand took him in a soft grip. Spreading the lube up and down, perhaps giving him a few more delicious strokes before leaving him again.

Horangi only looked back for a moment to ensure he was lined up right before facing to lock eyes with Konig. Bright, cold blue and dark, warm brown. The former looked balefully onwards, while the latter stared back ravenous. Both of them squeezing closed as Horangi took Konig’s generous size in one move. Konig whined as Horangi let out a grateful sigh as they settled. Their eyes opening once more and holding the others gaze.

Horangi lifted himself up again experimentally, Konig assisting by holding a hand at his hip to keep him steady. Mourning the loss of heat and tightness of Horangi’s insides for only a moment more before Horangi sat straight down again. Forcing a gasp out of Konig.

With that Horangi created an exquisite but agonizing rhythm, dragging Koing’s cock out deliberately slow before falling down in one snap. Skin slapping as Konig could only gasp. The hand on his hip weakly squeezing while the other kept Horangi’s shirt close.

Horangi’s cock bobbed unattended as he rode Konig. Ignored by Horangi, who knew full well he could finish with just Konig's cock alone, given time.

Konig was very clearly reaching his end again, his eyes only just managing to stay open as he struggled for air. Horangi was not going to allow this.

Ceasing his movements and sitting flatly on Konig’s cock, he ignored the mourning whimper from his lover to lean over the larger man. He placed one of his hands over the lower half of Konig’s face over the shirt. Stifling Konig’s already out-of-pace breaths. Konig did not object, his now unoccupied hand going to Horangi’s other hip. His eyes were pleasingly pitiful as he waited for Horangi to continue. And Horangi opted to not keep him waiting.

Changing plans, Horangi now ground down on Konig’s cock. Knees steady on the bed and hips rolling back and fro, bringing great pleasure to the both of them. Horangi groaning as Konig’s cock pushed against a spot he favoured inside.

This time, Horangi did not take his time. His hips grinding on Konig’s cock mercilessly, making the bed they lay on creak with each movement. All the while, Horangi’s hand held strongly at his face. Allowing air to still filter through the fabric but barely, smothering Konig with only Horangi’s scent surrounding him.

Konig felt pure pleasurable euphoria as his chest needed air enough to ache. The strain being so much that tears began to well up in his eyes.

Horangi smiled, almost smug if he were not so far gone himself. 

“Fuck,” He gasped, eyes etching over what little of Konig’s face he could see. “God, you’re so beautiful when you cry.” Horangi bit his bottom lip, his own cock twitching in warning of his impending end. “You make the prettiest faces when you cry . . . Hah- It makes me want to make you cry ngh- more often.”

Konig only groaned, upper body stretching and arching. To Horangi’s sick joy, the tears fell and wet the shirt.

Konig was close again, so close. He wanted it to end but didn’t. The pleasure of Horangi riding him into oblivion and the pain to struggle for breath brought such elation. His mind near to thoughtlessness apart from the pure want for Horangi. 

Horangi was a sight to behold, even in Konig’s exfixated state. Weak but visible smile, ears tinted pink and forehead wet with sweat.

“Cum for me, Konig.” Horangi rasped, riding Konig’s cock like his life depended on it. Like if he did not, it would all end. “Go on. Inside. I don’t mind.”

Konig whined and whimpered below, his head rolling from side to side but eyes never leaving Horangi’s. The shirt was moistened not just by tears but saliva, his mouth now open and begging for air.

“I want to feel it inside. Give it to me. Go on. Be good for me.”

It was not a moment after that Konig came. Muscles seizing and toes curling. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as orgasmic rapture overcame him, forcing more tears to fall from his eyes.

Horangi was so close that all he needed was to see Konig, pathetic and wretched as he is, cum. To feel Konig twitch inside him as he spilled his seed. Now only needing a few more rolls of his hips before he too came. His cock spurting cum out in rivulets onto Konig’s bare and pale stomach.

Horangi immediately removed both his hand and shirt away from Konig’s mouth, a small bit relieved to hear the Austrian gasp gratefully for air. After which both men stilled to breathe and to come down from the highest of cloud nines.

Konig was the first to move, hands on Horangi’s hips rubbing up and down his sides as he let out a content sigh. The other man lowering to kiss either of Konig’s cheeks before he took his lips. Neither moving for a while, just savouring the pleasantness of it all.

Pulling away, Horangi smiled weakly. “I need a shower and a good night's sleep.”

“You can use my bathroom.” Konig offered, voice hopeful. “And I can go get a change of sheets and you could spend the night . . . Maybe?” The last word attached on in a vestige effort to not force Horangi.

“I’m surprised you would even asked, isn’t it a given that I’d stay?”

“Well . . . I wanted to extend the invite regardless.”