#makarov

Mid-command Andrei groans “Oh fuck” just above his breath.

The Konni soldiers blink up at him in confusion.

“I… you have your orders.” He manages to speak as close to usual as possible.

He rushes to the nearest storage area and locks the door. He initially wants to take it out right away. He can’t be getting off, not right now. His heavy gear is nothing but a burden now, a major obstacle as he struggles to strip enough to remove the toy.

Then he remembers that Makarov ordered him to keep it in. He starts to sweat and it isn’t because the storage unit is warm. The vibrations send bursts of tingly bliss up his taint, through his balls and up his cock. He prays the vibration stays at that low setting.

He hears Makarov’s voice in his ear com, summoning him to his office. He hopes he can make it with his dignity intact because hearing his lover’s voice sets him on fire now. He sorts himself out and walks stiffly to Makarov’s office.

When he sees they are alone he falls forward, holding on to Makarov’s tactical vest, panting softly.

“Andreika… what has gotten into you?”

He is relishing in the look on Andrei’s face. The way his blue eyes shimmer and plead for mercy.

“Please Sir… let me..” Andrei growls and then begs.

Makarov pulls the clip of ammo from his vest and sees the little red button is on.

“Oh… sweetie. I am so sorry.” He says it with mocking pity as he strokes Andrei’s face. Then he turns it up, making Andrei clench his teeth and whine.

He presses up against Andrei and starts palming Andrei’s cock through his heavy fatigues. It feels like heaven because Andrei’s nerve endings are burning with need.

“Are you wearing them Andryusha?” He purrs against Andrei’s reddened ear.

Andrei nods.

“Very good. Go on… release for me.”

Andrei has been rescued from 141 and Andrei sees his wounds and makes sure his is tended to.

When they get back to the base Makarov expresses the pain he felt when he thought he’d lost Andrei and Andrei just pulls him into a kiss. 😘

Every word is sacred. He breathes only when Makarov pauses. Makarov knows he could get Andrei to do absolutely anything for him. He draws it out. Keeps Andrei at arm’s length because the young man is itching to get closer, to be in his shadow. Makarov starts off simple. A flash of an approving smile, an interested look in his dark eyes.

The pats on the shoulder, a squeeze on the back of his neck. Then comes the muzzle. Andrei will be anything Makarov wants. A cold blooded killer, or an obedient puppy.

Makarov loses himself in the hunt though. He becomes too eager for that next time he sees the golden boy.

He wants Andrei in every way possible. Finally, after a year of subtle flirtation and games, Makarov needs to claim his best soldier. He has it all planned out, somewhere private, isolated and plush. A room that smells of lavender. In the near darkness, he would grab the big, beautiful Aussie and take every thing from him. But it doesn’t happen like that.

No. Andrei shows up to a one on one debriefing in an impossibly tight black T-shirt. Makarov grabs him and bends him over his black mahogany desk, frantically pulling Andrei’s joggers down and fumbling with the belt and zipper of his own suit pants.

Also I feel super hungry now🤣