Your hands rub his chest, noticing the way his eyes flutter shut when the pads of your fingers brush over his nipples. “Hnng..don’t tease..” he begs, but his hands make no move to stop you or lead your hand elsewhere. You lean forward, sucking one of his hard nipples into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it — your other hand tugging at his nipple. One of your eyes creak open to look at him, his head is tilted back, teeth chewing at the plush skin of his bottom lip to not let a sound slip through.

You roll your eyes, tugging at his nipple a bit harshly and he finally lets out a moan. You chuckle and pop off his nipple. Pulling back — you allow your hands to slide down to his v-line. Your finger traces down his happy trail and his hips buck up. “Ah-ah..stay still. Lift your hips.” You command and he obeys — lifting his hips to let you pull his pants and boxers down.

His leaky cock springs out, slapping his abdomen and he winces. You wrap your hand around his cock, giving an experimental stroke to which he sucks in a sharp breath. “Gods…” He says. You chuckle and tighten your hand around him. “Sensitive, are you?” You don’t give him a chance to answer before you spread his pre around his tip with your thumb. He moans, trying to not thrust into your touch.

His brain is foggy from just your hand, his cock twitching in your hand signaling his early release. You can’t help but coo at him and tease him for it. “Close already? I barely did anything..look at you..” He can’t warn you before his release coats your hand — to which you stroke him through it before retracting your hand. You bring your soiled hand to his lips, “Clean me up, pretty boy.” You smirk when he gets straight to work, licking his release off your hand.

The dirty degrading action of it makes his cock stir back to life and of course you notice. You strip your own clothes off and get back in bed between his legs, Pogranichnik lets himself lay back fully, legs spread. Your hands once again return to his body, caressing gently on his inner thighs. Your cock is hard and practically ready to cum but you need to be patient. You wrap your own hand around yourself, giving yourself a few lazy strokes while leaning over to grab the bottle of lube. “Should I stretch you out with my fingers or do you want me now?” You ask, opening the cap.

“Need you now..please..f-fill me up, I can take it.” He practically whimpers, making your cock twitch in anticipation. The lube is poured onto your cock as well as his hole, wasting no time to line your tip up. He holds his legs up, giving you better access. When you finally begin to push in, your tip popping in past the tight muscle ring, his hands shoot out to grip your forearms that are holding the back of his thighs. “Easy..I’ve got you.” You reassure.

When he’s ready, you push in more, slowly and slowly until your balls rest against his ass. “Damn..so tight..fuck…” You groan, and he’s not fairing any better. You pull out to the tip and push back in, a little too quickly. This causing a loud whimper from his lips and your eyes snap to his face, cock twitching inside of him. You only see a split second of his embarrassment before the wings on his head are covering his eyes, only thing exposed is his quivering lips. Smirking, you repeat the motion and he lets out another whimper..then another. It isn’t long until you’re pounding your cock into him, hands on the back of his thighs to push his legs to his chest, his arms hooking under his knees to help. He’s a moaning mess beneath you, eyes rolling back, ear wings not bothering to hide his features, his cock bouncing as you fuck into him at a rough pace.

“F-feel so full!” He moans, egging you on. Your tip is getting pushed into his prostate with each thrust so deliciously which causes his brain to fog up. His insides are so wet..warm..inviting. Drool slips out of the corners of Pogranichnik’s mouth as he fully succumbs to the overstimulation and feeling of your meaty cock inside of him. You reach a hand down to stroke him while fucking into him, the action only serves to make his whimpers grow louder and needier. His free hand searches for something to hold onto, opting for your wrist, his other is gripping the headboard behind him. Leaning down, you capture his lips in a kiss to swallows his whimpers. A few whimpers of your name slip out of his mouth. “You feel so..so good..so big inside of me..” He eagerly chases your lips as you pull back.

Your hand on his cock does a polishing motion to his tip. “Ah! Fuck..!” Pogranichnik’s head falls back, mouth opening in a series of whimpers as his cock twitches violently and releases torrents of cum, he’s cursing something in Russian that you can’t quite understand. “T-that’s it..good boy.” You feel his tight hole clench and unclench around you, sending you over the edge. You thrust in a few more times, cum coating his walls before finally stopping.

You used to work alongside Pogranichnik in the Polar Circles Front, you shared mutual respect for each other—work wise, though as far as personal feelings went, it was far beyond that. While you were still in the force, you often surprised Pograni by making yourself at home in the temporary house he took shelter in for the sake of it being close to the main base of the PCF. 

Things were different now. Ever since the Endministrator slipped into hibernation—again—you had left the PCF. You slipped, everything about you no longer felt the same. 

It wouldn’t take you by surprise if Pogranichnik knew of your antics. You were a consistent problem; although light on your feet and knew how to keep a trail off of you. It wasn’t easy to find you, you made sure of that. Anyone who was dedicated enough could find you easily enough, but you knew the UWST crew members who were too scared of you half the time wouldn’t dare to chase after you.

But there were times… 

“Mm..” The hour was clearly late. It had been years since you initially left, Pograni had done his best to rid himself of anything that gave a direct memory of you. It was hard with each picture he got rid of. Each one a memory of celebration in the PCF. He had yet to get rid of the last one, one you were actually smiling in. You had surprised him that day, with a big smile on your face; jumping on his back with your arms hung loosely around his neck. Just moments before it was actually taken. 

In the late night, he held the crinkled photo up. The moonlight lit it well. He clearly tried to get rid of it, crumpling it in his hands and trying to put it somewhere he wouldn’t look. Nothing would work, he couldn’t lose complete sight of you. It worried him. 

“You’re…” He was already half asleep, resting the picture against his forehead. “Hm..” He had been saying a bunch of nonsense to himself for the past hour. A common routine before bed, it looked like. As if you were actually there.

The quiet thud of front door closing was quick to wake him up a bit more. The soft robe he wore shifted quietly against the bedsheets. He glanced at the ribbon he often used to tie his hair, deciding to leave it alone. “Right now..?” Couldn’t someone intrude in the morning or something?  

He kept his steps quiet against the hardwood floor, swiftly taking hold of his sheathed sword that rested near his bedroom door. No one would intrude this place unless they had a good reason, or they were clearly stupid.

He kept his movements slow, ears peeled for anything that sounded out of the ordinary. “Just show yourself. I’m more than sure I know my way around here more than you do.” Your boots creaked against the floor, a simple mistake. You didn’t make any effort to run away and hide, you could hear him making his way over as quickly as he could. Just from behind you. 

“I suggest you make it quick, or I can.” You moved your hands behind your back, lips pressing together. You looked at the blade before you looked at him. “..Oops?” There wasn’t a single moment of confusion the moment he looked at you, the serious expression on his face quickly vanishing. “Y/N..?” Not a call or a message from you, not even a letter—though it may be a bit old-fashioned. “Pograni?” You answered back in a similar fashion, eyes following the sword once he dropped it. 

He was quick to step forward, pulling you in for a tight hug. Tighter than all the others he had given you, though the memory was extremely vague now. “Wait—” He looked entirely too upset, or just desperate? You couldn’t get a complete look at his face once he drew back, his lips were on yours. Not even a moment to think or say anything else. His left hand pressed against the side of your face, your hands pressed against his chest. “Wait..” 

“Blood… I’m all bloody..” He probably noticed but he just didn’t care. “..Did you…?” His question was vague, but it was obvious he worried the worst. “Come.” Pograni didn’t finish, he took your hand instead.

He led you to his bathroom, fingers intertwining with yours the moment the both of you got inside. “Clean yourself off. You could.. wear something of mine after.” You let go first, staring down at your bloodied clothes. You couldn’t keep wearing these, but it didn’t feel right. How come he was so welcoming? “Don’t worry about it now, please.” He kept his eyes away from yours. Was he nervous, or conflicted in the way he was handling things? “Pograni.” You stepped in the way of the doorknob, just in case. “..Stay here.”

“Here? But..” You shook your head. “It’s better this way,” The two of you had so much to catch up on. In a moment of intimacy, truth would reveal itself eventually. 

The bath water was hot, a wet washcloth soothing against your skin. Pogranichnik had offered to clean the blood off of your face, careful enough so that he wasn’t too rough. “You’re not angry.” He set the washcloth on the edge of the bathtub, he could wring the blood out and wash it later. “Of course I’m angry.” Underneath the water, his hand found yours. He sat just opposite to you, somehow convinced to squeeze into the bath with you. “You don’t look it.” He could have thrown you out or killed you to make everything easier. “You disappeared. Not a single message, not even a call.”

“The only way I knew anything about you was… secondhand.” He squeezed your hand, moving himself closer. Water spilled over the edge little by little. “I had no hope to hold onto. Nothing that could… relieve me, completely.” Closer. Pograni rested his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you as quickly as he could. A fluttering in your stomach was subtle at the feeling of his lips on your neck, “I wish I could be more angry, maybe then this nagging feeling in my head would go away…” His fingers ran down your spine, a slow trickle. “But this… could..” More and more kisses, every little touch made him grow more and more aroused. “Y/N..” 

A heavy breath left your lips, a faint echo on the walls. “I missed you so much.” He kept his voice low, as if someone would hear. “…Just want to feel you, remember you.” His kisses trailed down to your chest, just above the water before he lifted his head. Pograni’s eyes were a little wider than before, clear desperation. “Just for tonight.” His ears were red, “You can have me. All to yourself, promise..”  

You brought your hands out of the water, cradling his face with all the gentleness you could offer. “Mmh..” A quiet whine slipped from his lips once you pulled him in. He kissed you and it felt like absolute heaven. His tongue pressed lightly against your bottom lip, prying you open ever so slightly. “More…” He pressed your back against the wall right behind you, desperate and so, so hungry. 

You couldn’t deny the sounds that came out of you, your body couldn’t refuse how much you missed him. 

Pograni’s breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your bare hands on his chest, gradually moving lower. “Just keep touching me.” One hand rested on the side of his head, fingers playing with his wet hair. Your fingers grazed against the tip of his cock, moving them up and down. You were teasing him, you knew you were. You had to let your body remember just how sensitive he was beneath you. “Ah… haah—ha…” His head fell onto your shoulder, lightly bucking his hips in an inconsistent and desperate motion. “Please.. want more..” His breaths were heavy, sentences jumbled up. “Wanna be inside you..” He placed light kisses against your shoulder, another way of begging you for more.

“You’re so impatient..” You kissed him back, just a few on his cheek. “I just missed you, so much..” You bit your lip, getting a full grasp on his cock now. Pograni was right in your hand, unravelling in mere seconds. “I know..” More water spilled over the edge, he made fervent movements, trying to match your pace.  “Think I’m gonna…” You could feel his cock twitching the more and more he approached his climax, his mouth hanging open. 

He was a mess underneath you, his quiet moans growing louder. “Fuck..” Pograni wanted nothing more than to take you, right at this moment. He wanted to feel his cock inside of you, remember how your body felt completely. “Y/N..” His hands moved to your hips, nudging you closer. “Just want to feel you first…” You reassured him, rubbing his sensitive cock faster and faster. 

His release came quick, his grasp on your hips almost tight enough to bruise for just a second. He never believed he had missed this feeling from you so much until now. 

You got out of the bath first, Pograni had let you dress yourself in whatever you wanted. So one of his robes was what you stole, loosely tied around your waist. “Y/N..” You sat on his bed with your back facing him. You didn’t turn around yet, you didn’t feel the need to. “Did I keep you waiting?” Pograni sat right behind you, his body pressing against your backside. “…No.” His arms slithered around your waist, gentle kisses pressed to your temple. “Forgive me, I’m so…” You wore nothing but your underwear beneath the robe, as did he. His arousal prodded at your lower back.  “Now that I can touch you again… I just can’t calm down.”  You turned around, Pograni’s hands lightly pressing against your shoulders. “Do you want me?” He whined, kissing your face after he did so. “Ah..” 

You couldn’t find the words yet. Your hands pulled at the string on his robe just until it was completely loose. “Of course I want you.” Pulling down his boxers, his cock sprung up. Your brows raised in surprise, something like that didn’t happen very often. “Don’t torture me..” His thumb rubbed back and forth against your hip, slowly pulling the string loose. 

“Extremely Impatient..” He helped lift you up a little higher, kissing your stomach before helping off your panties. “So pretty..” You were already so wet, he wanted to taste you just once before you settled yourself down. He couldn’t get too selfish.

You gasped the moment you sank yourself down on his cock, your pussy stretching into the familiar shape. It had been so long, it felt like your first time with him all over again. “Oh.. fuck…!” Your back arched, Pograni was quick to flip you on your back, trying to get himself as deep as he could get inside you. 

Moans rushed out of you with each heavy thrust he pushed into you. So slow and so rough, how much did he miss you? “Any more of this and I’ll—” Pograni quickened his pace, still as rough as before. It felt as if he aimed to fuck all that unspoken anger into you, you could feel your stomach bulging at his length and size. He didn’t always go this deep, learning his lesson the second time after leaving you all bruised. “More… moremoremore…” You didn’t notice you were crying until you felt his hand wiping one of them away. “Don’t cry..”

“Pretty girl..” He leaned down, kissing away the rest of the tears that came. “Fuck, I’m… I’m close..” You could feel it in the way he tensed up, how his thrusts slightly staggered. “You just feel so good… do you know what you’re doing to me?” 

You couldn’t answer him, not with the climax that quickly overwhelmed you. His cum was hot inside of you, how incredibly full your insides felt. 

Pograni settled himself on top of you, just barely pulling out of you in the same effort. “I wanna go again..” You should have expected it. He was obsessed with the way you felt, obsessed with you. “..Again?”

pogranichnik

Khorsyn strikes me as a very polite fella. The kind of guy who obeys the sidewalk rule (though is kind of unaware of what it is), insists on opening doors for you, just cliche stuff, really.

I do think he wouldn't exactly be the best at showing affection openly. given the fact that he is a commander, he is more well versed in the art of combat rather than the language of romance. that does not mean he doesn't try, however.

that being said, it's more about little things with him. quiet moments after combat, finding respite in a quiet corner on dijiang. i feel like he's kind of a gift giver, small things, tokens of his travels and victories. he wants you to keep something of him when he cannot be present all the time.

when he can stay by your side, even for a day or two, it is often spent quietly, tranquil moments in his arms, the feeling of his chest rising and falling, the sound of his heartbeat. it is not often he gets such breaks, but he cherishes them, all the same.

pda barely exists to him. not out of stubbornness or embarrassment, but because he is far more used to camaraderie rather than intimacy. he wants to make the distinction between you and his guards, and yet, he has a harder time than he expected with it.

he does make attempts, of course. a hand on the small of your back while you two walk, his hand brushing yours occasionally, perhaps even linking pinkies, and every once in a while, he will tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and trail the backs of his fingers down your cheek if he is feeling particularly romantic.

if he is gone far longer than he intends, then expect letters every month. sometimes twice a month if he finds himself yearning particularly hard. he wants you to know that he is okay, but more over, there is something he loves about writing to you, specifically. he barely details his missions, but rather, includes the boring, mundane aspects of his days, his weeks. it is comforting to him. when you write back, he is always overjoyed. he loves to hear from you, too. to hear about all the boring rabble of your life, who you've met while he was gone, there's something in it that puts him at peace. he keeps a folder of all your letters by his bunk, your handwriting a reminder of why he must keep pushing forward.

over all, Khorsyn's love is quiet but meaningful. even when he is doing things out of his comfort zone, he doesn't hesitate. he is methodical, and even with how inexperienced he may be with intimacy, he makes sure you understand just how much you mean to him. he is far better with words than actions when it comes to you.

wulfgard

on the surface, people may think wulfgard is a stubborn, touchless lover who probably got dragged into a relationship. those who are closer to him would understand that he's actually just... shy. and you understand that he is just a lovestruck puppy who is afraid of messing things up.

he worries too much. far too much. two things specifically eat at him; one, he is an LB. two, he is infected. The Pack may be seen in a better light than most Land Breakers, yet the designation still remains. not a lot of people view them in a positive light, after all. And while the view on the infected and oripathy has changed, there is still always concerns that linger. even with a more accessible cure, he still wonders what will happen if he gets you sick as well?

you, however, could care less. he shies away from touch when you reach out to him, yet you can always catch a glimmer of want in his eyes. so, you persist. you hold him as often as you can, a hug here, a hug there. you reach for his hand when you two walk, and you always, always squeeze.

he accepts it, but he is always flustered about it. he closes his eyes, sighs, and blushes. but he never says anything about it, he never refuses. in fact, he steps a little closer, he holds you tightly, he squeezes your hand back, and he melts into you. sometimes, if you peak over his shoulder, you can catch his tail wagging. but, you never say anything.

in the rare moments you find alone with him, he is just a little more confident in touching you. he is warm, and you are unsure if it is because of his lupo heritage, his oripathy, or if he is simply flustered. either or, he quite likes to cuddle. as long as you don't call it that. the word feels childish to him, but the action means so much more than you know.

he likes keeping you close, of course. it means he can keep you safe. if you are out on Talos-II, he only trusts himself to keep you safe. he will refuse anyone else who offers to stand with you. it must be him. it's not just about protecting you, however. it's also about showing you around. he wants to share his favorite places with you, away from all of endfield's tech and the machinery. one day, he thinks, he will show you the wildlands proper.

not just that, the hunt itself means a lot to him. if possible, he'd like you to hunt with him. he believes it is more meaningful to catch something together rather than to simply hand you something from his travels (though, he still loves giving you gifts. he is always thinking of you...)

Catello wants to be the best for you, he does. sometimes, he lets that get in his way, and he forgets the quiet moments. but you are there to ground him. to hold him close and never let go, to soothe his frayed nerves, and to remind him that a moment of respite is not detrimental. He always finds himself softening in your arms, winding down, allowing himself to breathe.