#dietfried

dietfried bougainvillea was a man of pride, someone who carried himself with icy dignity and arrogance. but here, stripped bare beneath you, his composure was nothing but a fragile veneer, cracking with every calculated touch.

his wrists were pinned above his head, and his legs trembled as they spread wide for you. his body, all lean muscle and pale skin, was already glistening with sweat. yet, despite the undeniable flush across his cheeks and the way his cock twitched against his stomach, his sharp tongue hadn’t given up.

“is that all you’ve got?” dietfried sneered, his voice breathless but defiant. the faintest quiver in his tone betrayed him. “i thought you’d at least try to impress me.”

you smirked, dragging your hands down his thighs, deliberately slow, watching his muscles tense under your touch. “you really think you’re still in control, don’t you?”

“i don’t think, i know,” he spat, though the hitch in his breath as your hands gripped the back of his thighs said otherwise. he was shaking now, his body betraying his bratty words.

“we’ll see about that,” you murmured, leaning down between his legs.

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the first swipe of your tongue against his tight entrance drew a gasp from his lips, sharp and involuntary. his cock twitched violently, precum leaking onto his stomach as his body jolted at the sensation.

“f-fuck—” his voice cracked, his head falling back against the pillow. “d-don’t—ahh—don’t think this means you’ve won.”

you didn’t reply. instead, you pressed your tongue deeper, dragging it slowly over his entrance before swirling around it with deliberate precision. dietfried’s hips bucked instinctively, and a choked moan escaped him.

“shit… ngh—fuck, stop…” he groaned, his hands clawing at the sheets above his head. but his legs fell open wider, and his breath hitched every time your tongue pushed just a little deeper. “goddamn it… you’re such an asshole…”

“you’re enjoying this, though,” you said, your voice muffled against his skin. you kissed his hole, your tongue flicking out again to trace the sensitive ring of muscle. “look at how much you’re shaking.”

“i’m not—ahhn—shut up!” dietfried snapped, though his protests dissolved into a guttural groan as your fingers slid between his cheeks, teasing his tight entrance before pressing inside. his back arched sharply, and his thighs trembled uncontrollably as you stretched him open, slow and deliberate.

“fuck—ngh, it’s too much,” he gasped, his voice unsteady. “i—ahhh—shit…”

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by the time you lined yourself up, his sharp tongue had been replaced by broken, desperate moans. his cock was leaking steadily, and his legs quivered as they wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer.

“say it,” you commanded, pressing the head of your cock against his stretched entrance. “say you want this.”

“fuck you,” dietfried hissed, though his defiance was ruined by the way his hips rolled toward you, trying to take more.

you grinned. “fine. i’ll make you beg for it.”

you pushed in slowly, the thick head of your cock breaching him inch by inch. dietfried let out a loud, guttural cry, his hands flying to grip your shoulders as his body clenched around you.

“ahhh—fuck! shit, it’s—nghh—too big!” he gasped, his voice rising in pitch. his nails dug into your skin, his legs tightening around your waist as you continued to sink deeper.

“you can take it,” you murmured, your voice low and steady as you leaned over him. your hand pressed down on his stomach, just below his navel, and you felt the faint outline of your cock bulging against his skin.

“see that?” you said, pressing down just enough to make him gasp. “you’re so damn tight... mmm"

dietfried’s head snapped up, his wide, glassy eyes darting to where your hand rested on his abdomen. his breath hitched, and a high-pitched moan escaped him, sharp and unrestrained.

“shut up—nghh—don’t say shit like that!” he whined, his voice cracking as you began to move. every slow, deliberate thrust made the bulge more pronounced, and his body arched into you, chasing the pressure despite his words.

“you’re so fucking desperate,” you teased, leaning down to bite his neck. “listen to yourself.”

“fuck you,” dietfried hissed again, though his moans betrayed him. “ahh—ahhh! goddamn it—more!”

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your pace quickened, each thrust deep and deliberate, drawing louder, more frantic noises from his lips. his hands clawed at your back, his body arching with every movement. the bulge in his stomach shifted with each thrust, and his cock leaked precum onto his abdomen.

“ahh—fuck, i—nghh—ahhh!” dietfried’s voice cracked again as his body trembled beneath you. “it’s too much—it’s—ahhh!”

“you can handle it,” you murmured, gripping his hips tightly as you drove deeper. “you’re doing so good, dietfried. taking all of me like this.”

“shut up!” he cried, though his tone was needy, almost pleading. his legs locked around your waist, pulling you closer as his body clenched around you. “don’t—ahhh!—don’t stop…”

“say it,” you commanded again, your thrusts growing rougher. “say you want it.”

“i—ahhn—fuck, i want it!” dietfried finally screamed, his voice hoarse and desperate. “please—please, don’t stop!”

“good boy,” you growled, leaning down to kiss him roughly. his moans were muffled against your lips, his hands gripping your hair as he kissed you back with equal desperation.

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he came first.

with a loud, broken cry, dietfried’s body arched off the bed, his cock twitching violently as he spilled over his stomach and chest. his moans were high-pitched and breathless, his legs trembling as he rode out the waves of his climax.

but you didn’t stop.

each thrust drew more desperate whimpers from him, his overstimulated body shuddering with every movement. the bulge in his stomach shifted with each thrust, and his moans turned to sobs of pleasure.

“ahh—ahhh! fuck—too much—ahhh!” dietfried babbled, his hands weakly pushing against your chest. “i can’t—nghh—i can’t…”

“yes, you can,” you murmured, gripping his hips tightly as you thrust harder. “you’re going to take it.”

“ahhh—fuck, fuck—” dietfried’s voice cracked, and his head fell back against the pillow. his entire body trembled as you pushed him further, his moans turning into incoherent cries of pleasure.

when you finally came, burying yourself deep inside him, dietfried let out a loud, broken sob, his body trembling as he felt your warmth flood him.

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afterward, he lay completely wrecked beneath you, his chest heaving and his skin flushed. his sharp tongue was silent now, replaced by quiet, breathless whimpers.

“you’re such a mess,” you teased, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

“shut up…” dietfried muttered weakly, though his voice was soft, almost affectionate. “just… shut up.”

you smirked, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “whatever you say.”

"So, when I can expect you to be home?"

"I am not quite sure. Depending on the weather, I should return before the sun sets."

You watched as Dietfried dressed himself, buttoning up his shirt and straightening up his tie in the mirror. Deciding to admire your lover from behind, you lean yourself against the doorframe, mesmerized by his features. From his tall build, and broad shoulders that frame his body so perfectly, to his huggable waist that you like to hold tight when tackling him from behind for surprise cuddles. Until the memory from the previous night's activities flashes through your mind, remembering the intimacy and passion that Dietfried unleashed upon your body, imprinting himself all over you. As you got lost in his appealing appearance, Dietfried closed his eyes, before arrogantly smirking at how much your eyes were eating him up.

"Darling, I am trying to dress myself, no need to undress me. Unless…" You break out of your daydream as you hear his voice. Sighing, Dietfried turns around, slowly moving towards you. He wraps one of his arms around your waist, gently picking up your chin with his hand, to look at his crystalized emerald eyes, ignited by the light of his love for you. "You wish to repeat yesterday's events. I must say, I wouldn't have known that you enjoyed being pla-"

Flames cover your cheeks from his teasing, quickly moving your head out of his hand, only to bury your face in his neck. Your mind is melting from embarrassment. You suddenly hear Dietfried chuckling, before breaking down in laughter.

"You know how easy it is to play with your mind, don't you?"

"Keep this up, and not only are you going to be late for your meeting, but also sleep on the couch tonight, mister." You muffle into his neck, refusing to look at him to avoid being more embarrassed.

"Haha, alright, alright, I will play nice." He places a soft kiss on your temple, before heading to put shoes on. By the time he tied his shoes, you took up his coat to put on him, before giving him his scarf and suitcase. It was getting chilly lately in Leidenschaftlich, and as much as you would like to take care of and nurse your sweet lover, you knew how much he hates to have extra work when he can avoid it.

"Please try to not overwork yourself today, ok dear? Dark bag eyes don't suit your handsome face."

"Heh, I will try my best, but can't promise too much. I will see you soon, my love."

Dietfied leans forward to give you a tender kiss on the lips, engraving the sweet feeling of your soft lips into his mind for an energy boost. He turns his heels towards the front door, opens the door, and walks out.

That was 9 hours ago.

Dietfried normally doesn't spend long hours at work unless he notifies you of his late arrival. However, no letter has come. It was already past 5:30 in the evening, as you started to pass around your home, wondering where your loved one could have been. You knew that there would be consequences when you started to date the naval captain of Leidenschaftlich. Even after the end of the war, there were still sections of enemy forces who wished to avenge their fallen nation. The assassination attempt wasn't out of the realm of possibilities. You recall the incident a few months ago when the group of enemy spies planted bombs on the bridge to cause catastrophe. Though they were stopped, that doesn't mean they couldn't try something more dangerous to cause even more casualties. The anxiety sank into your bones as if mercury had been injected into your body, turning your bones into icicles.

What happened? Why isn't he here? Why didn't he tell you if he was going to be late? What if something occurred during his work shift? Was he ambushed by the fallen enemy nation's rebellion spies?

As you got lost in your thoughts of every worst-case scenario possible, you didn't hear the noise of the front door opening. A shadow walks through the door, placing the shoes on the shoe stand. Tears start to threaten to fall from your eyes, as the panic slowly kicks in. You shake your head, trying to calm yourself. Maybe some fresh air will cool you down, you thought. Yeah, don't panic. Just take a deep breath. You might be overreacting a bit.

Closing your eyes as you sighed, you turned towards the front door. As you opened your eyes, you saw something….

There stood Dietfried smiling, holding a bouquet of roses, decorated with bougainvilleas, bringing out devotion and admiration to your soul. Tears began to fall across your cheeks, feeling numb from the sight in front of you. Dietfried's bright eyes filled with concern, turned from beautiful bright green field into a sea of worry and anxiety. He walks up to you, wrapping both of his hands, while holding you with one arm and bouquet in the other, trying to ask what happened, only for you to wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his warmth. The sudden sensation of relief washes over you. Your heart can't help but soar with bliss as it feels your loved one's heartbeat. The tranquility settles into your bones, finally feeling like the world's equilibrium has been restored.

Choosing to let you calm down before questioning you, Dietfried hugs you back. After working all day, Dietfried wanted to surprise you with some flowers and a nice walk out downtown. He would have gone home earlier, but the boutique of flowers that was carrying bougainvillea was on the other side of the city, forcing him to arrive a couple of hours late. As he walked back home, his heart was singing the melody, calling out for your heart so it could dance listening to songs of yours and his love. Each step he took was bringing him closer to your warm smile, your bubbly laughter, your gentle hold, and your sweet lips. There is not a day that goes by where Dietfried doesn't fall in love more than he did a day before. Heavens, even seconds ago. But as soon as he stepped into his house, and witnessed the tears streaming down your face, his instincts kicked in.

Seeing the tears slowly dying out from your eyes, Dietfried picked up your chin, kissing both of your cheeks before planting a light kiss on your lips. He wanted to make sure that you were okay, as your sadness was his sadness as well. Taking a big sigh, you looked at Dietfried's eyes, as if you were trying to figure out if he was real or a ghost of your memory.

In a light tone, as if it was any higher the room would shatter like a glass, you whisper, "Where were you, my Dietfried?"

Shifting his hand from your chin to the top of your head, softly patting it, he whispered back, "I wanted to surprise you, but it seems to backfire a notch, wouldn't you agree?"

A faint giggle escapes your lips, "You had me worried sick, you big dummy! I thought you got in trouble or attacked by enemy spies. There wasn't any letter from you, so I assumed that something must have happened, and knowing how many people are willing to assassinate-"

"Hey, hey. Take a deep breath with me, wouldn't you dear?" Listening to his instructions, you simultaneously let out a fair sigh. Dietfried smiled at how relaxed your body became. "You know more than anyone, that nothing will prevent me from coming back home into your arms, right? It will take more than a hundred men to keep me away from your sweet love and kisses. I will always be yours, even if we are not physically together. Everything is perfect."

"Since when did you become a romantic poet, my love?"

"What do you mean? I am always lovely to you, my love."

Feeling a bit exhausted from all of the emotional rollercoaster, you almost forgot about the bouquet.

"So, what's the occasion? Are you taking me out for dinner tonight? Trying to bribe me to play around this evening? Remembered something you forgot to do, and now trying to apologize for it, hm?"

"Oh c'mon! Can't I bring my beloved one something without having any reason?" Smiling at him, you shake your head before burying your face in his neck. He smelled so angelic. Every moment you two shared the smallest intimate moment felt like the brightest colors of nature blossomed from your love for one another.

As the couple remained in each other’s embrace for some time, the time turned to late evening, leading to a couple preparing for the nighttime. Upon taking care of all of their night routines, you and Dietfried lay down in bed. As Dietfried turned off the light, and placed his head on the pillow, even before he got the chance to turn to you, you hugged him from behind, burying your face into his back.

"I love you."

He smiled, wrapping his hands around your smaller arms. "I love you you too." Feeling that you were fast asleep, Dietfried glanced at his jacket hanging on the dresser.

Next time, I will ask her.