#kruenig

Konig was tasked with a several day long mission, expected to do several days of recon and scouting before their day of attack. It was a lot of work and stress, the tension building by the day.

And it was not just Konig. His fellow soldiers, Krueger and Horangi as well as his commanding officer Ghost, all emanated this hint of tension. And it was not just because of the mission.

Krueger had been an ex-lover of Konig’s from his recruit days. Matching Konig’s ferocity in battle, they had found comfort in each other. Krueger protecting Konig’s aversion to crowds and Konig being a shoulder for Krueger to lean on. This friendship soon evolved into something more fairly quickly. It had all ended when Konig was redeployed, both being far too busy to keep in touch. Now they were back in the same unit and although they had played as friendly, Konig could sense there was more, still under the surface.

Horangi had, like Krueger, recently become a stout companion to Konig. Both relied on each other off and on the field so much so they had been paired by their superiors, rarely being separated on missions due to their reliability whilst together. It was unsurprising when they fell into bed together several times, if not that, against a wall or door or whatever other surface could hold their fevered weight.

Ghost was, above all else, Konig’s superior. But he was not stupid. Konig could sense the older man’s eyes on him. When he was in the gym or practising drills, lingering too long on his arms, thighs or chest. He noted each time the man passed him in the hall, how he would almost always intentionally let his shoulder brush his. How he did not flinch when their hands brushed when exchanging papers. But Konig knew anything more than acknowledgement was wishful thinking.

It was not surprising that this all came ahead on the night before the final leg of their mission, the attack.

They were all prepared and knew what they were expected to do. But all of them knew it was going to be difficult. The target’s security was tough and their men well armed. The air in their hideout was tense, thick enough you could cut it with a knife.

Konig knew he would not be able to sleep in the state he was in. Muscles bunched and mind whirring with fears and worries, not to mention the lingering questions surrounding the other men who rested around him. Horangi to the room to his left, Krueger to the right and Ghost on the couch in the area ahead of Konig’s door. It was like, even though they all slept, Konig could feel their eyes watching him. Felt their desire like they were in the room.

It made Konig’s skin ripple with goosebumps and a stirring begin between his legs.

Konig knew just the remedy to fix this agitation, however.

It started with Konig getting comfortable, which was difficult what with the tiny, bashed single bed he was provided, but it would do for now. He had at first settled under the blankets, wearing just a shirt and boxers. Konig lay on his back and, once satisfied, let his dominant hand move between his legs.

He started by palming at his mound above his underwear, cupping his sex and letting his fingers graze past and through to give faint gratification. He did this for a few moments, allowing his mind to calm its busy traffic of thoughts to settle. Focusing his attention to something to bring greater pleasure along with his own touch.

He found himself recalling the last time Horangi went down on him. How he had Konig perched on a table in an abandoned briefing room at head base, bending the larger man over until his knees were near his head. His mouth on his cunt, making Konig coo and keen with each lap of his tongue.

Konig hummed faintly as he reminisced, his middle and ring finger toying with his cock through his boxers. Feeling slick start to dampen the crotch.

His mind carried on, remembering how Horangi’s thin, dexterous pushed inside him as he sucked on Konig’s budding cock like the sweetest candy. 

Konig let out an audible sigh but then bit his lip, realising he shouldn’t be too loud or else risk being overheard by the others. That did not stop him from continuing, however.

He felt himself growing hot, felt sweat threatening to brim on the skin of his forehead and pits. Reluctant, Konig quickly kicked off the sheets so he only lay on the mattress with open air being his only bed companion.

Now a bit eager, Konig tucked his hand past the waistband to get at his own cock. Needing more of his own touch without the barrier of soft fabric. It felt more raw as he touched himself like the dial had been turned from five to eleven. It almost had his hand faltering so as not to overwhelm him too quickly, giving himself a moment to recalibrate.

He thought about Horangi’s hands and fingers. How, even though his own dwarfed the Korean’s, they held and clutched at him firmly. Manhandling him to fit into the perfect shape for Horangi to enjoy him all the more, sometimes in positions that challenge his or both of their flexibility. Which made it all the more thrilling.

Rubbing from entrance to cock, spreading slick with his two fingers, Konig longed for that steady touch again. Missing how his thighs or chest would be squeezed, his hips steadied or back being pushed down onto the mattress. He thought of hands growing rough, starting to scratch at his back and pull at his hair.

He was thinking about Krueger now.

Although Konig felt a wiggling of self-reproach, he pushed it to the side. He had done more shameful things to Krueger than just this.

He thought of how rough he had used to play with Krueger. How they used to leave behind bite and scratch marks, blemishing their skin for days at a time often replacing them with new ones before the first fade.

Konig remember one heated exchange, where Krueger had harshly pushed him down over the bed whilst he still stood. Only able to feel rather than see Krueger hurriedly pull his pants down. Konig, now, felt himself shiver at the thought of how exposed he had felt. Feeling Krueger’s eyes on his pussy, seeing just how wet he was. Konig bit at his lip as he keened, recalling how Krueger had then slapped at his cunt, careful but firm.

Konig felt himself fidget on the bed, hand giving up on his cock for now and moving lower. Pressing a finger past his folds inside, feeling his own walls flinch at the intrusion.

Although his fingers were larger, they were not particularly as filling as he would have liked. But they would have to make do.

Krueger had been so rough then. Having both finished sparring, Krueger had demanded through huffed breaths to follow him back to their shared dorm. Where after pulling his pants down and slapping his cunt, he had pushed his cock in with no warning. But Konig had not minded one bit, groaning delightedly by how filled he felt. Welcoming the familiar obtrusion and squeezing around it, forcing a restrained grunt from the man behind him.

Konig found his own g-spot, pressing on it and letting out a flailing gasp before hastily cupping a hand over his mouth. Adding another finger, he curled and pressed at the most sensitive of spots until he had to squeeze the palm of his hand against his lips as groan after moan threatened to be released. 

Krueger had had one hand combed through Konig’s hair and pushing him down to the mattress, fucking into him so hard the slapping of hips against ass deafened the sounds of pleasure from the two of them. Soon leaving the skin of his cheeks raw, red and tender when Krueger had squeezed them later.

Konig at present, whimpered as he added another digit, thinking about how Krueger had leaned over all the while continuing his mirthless thrusts to talk by Konig’s ear. Telling about how tight his cunt was, how wet and warm. How he was going to cum inside and relish watching each drop slide out of him. Telling him, no, demanding him to take it all. 

Konig had always considered asking Krueger to order him around with words instead of just by push or shove. Demanding Konig to obey if he wanted more.

His mind daringly thought about his superior. How his low, stern voice. Growing raspy with exertion, excitement or frustration. Sounding almost debauched even over comms mid-mission.

Konig feels guilt bubble in his chest, fingers still moving as his mind prodded for more. But he was too far gone to let negativity get to him and potentially ruin the bliss he was currently experiencing. Let him indulge, just this once.

Ghost ordering him to strip and get onto the bed. Once completed, then telling him to open and spread so he can have a good look. The thought had an immense shiver travel down his spine, so harsh that Konig’s hand disappeared from his mouth to clutch at the sheet below him. Leaving his mouth free to dispense another debauched moan.

His fingers inside were satisfying but not orgasm-inducing, not by themselves anyway. Having enough of his dirtied underwear, he pulled his boxers down and off himself so he was straining just that little less before returning to his throbbing cock.

Now naked, with nothing to hide his shame, it made Konig all the more aware of the other occupants of his surroundings. His mind boldly wondering if they noticed the noises emanating from his room.

Konig’s fingers rubbed at his clit, his head rolling back on his shoulders to press further into the pillow as he thought.

Horangi was just behind the wall at his bedhead. The easiest to hear him, Konig hoped Horangi was aware of just what he was doing. Perhaps his own, cleaver fingers were touching himself too in tandem with what he heard.

Krueger’s resting place was through the neighbouring wall and Konig wondered if he was listening. Ears keening for each sliver of sound with cock hard between his legs. His strong, demanding hands clutched onto the fabric of his sheets. Squeezing as if to temper the tension that was rising from his erection.

And then Ghost.

Lieutenant Ghost was just on the other side of Kongi’s door, having volunteered to sleep on the couch and be guarding his subordinates as they slept. Konig knew Ghost was a light sleeper and he considered for a moment if he had woken him up with his sounds. Not touching or moving but silently listening in, knowing well just what Konig was doing.

Konig moaned outwardly, finding himself not caring at all now if any of his compatriots heard him. If anything, he would be glad if they did. Let them hear how much he wanted them, needed them. How he wanted all of them to touch and kiss and fuck him until he was nothing but a puddle of pleasure-drunk nerves.

Konig was now a growing mess on top of the bed, hand rubbing feverishly against his bud of nerves. Feeling his climax nearing but still not yet cusping.

Thought upon thought, image after image, desires upon filthy desires kept building in his mind. Blurring into a need for just it all, for pleasure, for lust, for all of them to see just what they were all doing to him.

Konig was gasping and moaning like he truly wanted them to hear. Let the noises be engraved in their minds for the rest of the night. Let them see him in the morning and hear it in their heads like a spirit forever haunting them.

Fuck he wanted to cum so bad. His hand like a blur between his legs as he rubbed at his clit with all of his wet slickened fingers.

Feeling that wave building, and Building, and BUILDING and-

Konig suddenly came tumbling down, releasing all the tension so sheer he almost felt lightheaded. His body wriggling as pleasure shook his very bones. Eyes watching in ecstatic-filled horror as he saw a squirting of liquid spray forward. Soaking his hand and soiling the mattress below.

Although a surprise, Konig kept rubbing his cock, wringing every last drop of rapture he could muster. Bumbling and whimpering and moaning all the while, faint words like ‘yes, oh, god, fuck, bitte’ spewing past his lips. His hand only stopped when he feared overstimulation to the point of loss of feeling in his cock.