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ThudThudThudThudThudThud
Where the fuck is that coming from?
The world was full of loud noises today. The building creaked and the wind howled. Thunder rolled in from the mountains and the rain sounded like the clouds were pelting the roof with rocks.
All of it was easily explained - except that damn thudding noise. You looked around the room for the source, but the safe house was pretty empty. Apart from some old furniture and equipment left behind by the other teams who frequent this area - there was nothing that could be making such a defiant noise.
You looked over at König. His massive frame slouched in the chair by the window. Elbows resting on his knees, silhouetted by the dark clouds beyond the grimy glass. His eyes were locked on something in the distance but unfocused.
And his right leg bounced feverishly.
ThudThudThudThudThudThud
The heel of his boot knocked against the timber floor like a jack-hammer. Near matching the sound of the rain on the tin roof.
You got up from your spot by your packs and went over to König, startling him when you kneeled beside him and rested your hand on his trembling leg. Your fingers curled gently over his knee and you offered him a small smile when he looked down at you.
His eyes were haunted - taking a moment to focus on you properly. Deep lines carved under his eyes, disappearing beneath the cowl he wore.
Even the black smudges that he painted around his gaze didn't hide the heavy shadows of exhaustion.
“You ok?” You asked. But you already knew he wasn't. That glazed look was all too familiar. He wore a tiredness that only came from being in one's mind for too long.
König's reply wasn't with words. His hands reached to rest on your hips and he drew you in between his knees. Pulling you to your feet, he buried his masked face into your chest, just under the soft mounds of your breasts.
His eyes fluttered close. And you wrapped your arms around his shoulders - shielding him from the storm.
“Too loud” He grunted after a heartbeat. Rubbing his nose like how a cat would nuzzle your hand. Burying himself in your shirt and warmth.
When thunder boomed, his shoulders tensed and you stroked a hand along the sides of his face. Pressing the material of his mask against his ears, attempting to smother the noise a little.
“Want your thighs around my head.” König said suddenly. His voice rippled through your skin as he moved lower against your stomach. You felt an open mouthed kiss brush against your belly-button as he caved into you. As if he could crawl into your curves and hide there. “You on top. Sitting on my face.”
You nodded, giving his shoulders a squeeze before letting him go so he could stand. He took your hand, leather gloves rough against your fingers, and dragged you over to the bed.
König sank onto the mattress, laying back so heavily that the bed creaked under his weight.
He looked exhausted. Gaze hooded as his hands lazily reached for you when you moved between his legs. You were about to climb on top of him clothed - but König grunted. Shaking his head.
You tsked, resting on his knees as you looked down at him. “König, we're on a mission.”
“Don't care. Pants off.” The command in his voice could rival the thunder outside. And the look in his eyes…you wriggled out of your pants right away. Kicking off your boots to leave them by the bed.
You straddled his wide waist and as you climbed over him, you massaged any tension you found along the way.
But König was impatient. He reached down and hooked his hands around your waist and lifted you the rest of the way over his body. Positioning you so the plush muscles of your thighs were snugly pressed against his temples. Firmly caging his ears. His fingers kneaded the supple flesh, squeezing until you took the hint and clenched more promptly around his head.
He hummed contently. The sound and the warmth of his breath tickling your bare velvety skin between your legs.
"Better?" You asked. And realized just how good the position must be because König didn't answer. He just worked on folding his cowl up over his face so his nose and lips were exposed.
It was only when his eyes glanced up and he saw you looking down at him, did he squeeze your thigh enough so part of his ear was clear.
“Hmm?”
You laughed. "I asked if you're feeling better?"
"A little. Will be when I suffocate myself in you." He released your thigh, and you knew his hearing vanished when your muscle overlapped his ear again.
Your chuckle turned into a yelp when König suddenly shoved you further up his face. You braced yourself against the bed frame, looking down at the Colonel as he shifted until he was entirely sheltered by your core.
You could barely make out the top of his eyes under your puffy mound.
“Down.” König then grunted, his hands on your hips giving an impatient tug towards him. You frowned and lowered yourself another inch, barely brushing your sensitive skin over his lips.
König growled. “All of you.” And then you had no choice but to smother him. His arms wrapped around your legs and his biceps flexed, crushing you against his face.
The moment your warmth surrounded him, the valleys and hills of König's body relaxed against the sheets.
You forced yourself to relax. Fighting the immediate worry of your weight resting on König.
He wasn't letting you move an inch. Grunting when you positioned yourself more comfortably on top of him - thinking you were trying to ease the pressure off of him.
“Stop it.” You heard - rather felt more accurately - the harshness in his tone. And you did. You quit wriggling and gave up trying to adjust yourself. Letting every ounce of your being fall down on König.
“Good girl.” He rumbled against your inner thigh. And you twitched leisurely when his lips brushed over the smooth skin.
You knew he couldn't hear you. So you squeezed a little around his head. Rewarding yourself with a pleased moan from the Colonel.
His nose was snugly pressed against your folds, just under your clit. If you were to angle down a little you would get a delicious swipe along the bridge of his face.
But with how tightly his arms were encircling your hips - there was no way for you to move unless he permitted it.
Instead, to amuse yourself while König breathed in nothing but you, you traced the seams and folds of fabric of his cowl. The big man shifted under you when your hand petted over his head - seeming to settle further. His right leg, once bent at the knee, fell sideways with a thwump against the old blankets.
A few minutes passed like this. The storm raging outside, battering the creaky house with winds that clawed at the glass and rain that beat the roof like fists from the heavens. You kept the big guy distracted with your hand massaging König's scalp through the mask. The only telling of him not suffocating was his breath fanning over your slit, warm and even.
Your mind wandered. Watching the water run down the windows by the bed in heavy sheets - and then König's tongue cracked your absent-mindedness with a long, firm swipe.
Your gasp rattled, caught off guard, and the hand on his head curled around the covered strands of hair.
You felt him laugh. The sound rolling through him and making you bounce a little.
But then he did it again. Less teasing and more dutifully. His lips wrapped around your clit with such practiced precision you didn't have a chance to prepare.
He suckled and licked slowly. In no rush to bring you to your finish but ensuring your hips bucked against his strong hold. Causing your voice to battle the storm in needy gasps and pitched moans.
König's tongue tapped against your sensitive bud. Wriggling and flicking with the very tip until your hips tried pulling away from him. His biceps became boulders on your waist, a growl etching from his throat when you managed to lift off of him. Even if it was the barest movement - he shoved you right back down on top of him.
Then he shifted gears and instead of worshipping your clit alone, he laved his tongue through the entirety of your slit. From clit to core, over and over again. Rocking you along his face with the barest flex of his arms.
You had to hold onto the bed frame or else be thrown around like a toy. Listening to the sloppy glide of König's mouth as he greedily feasted on you.
Your thighs clenched and he groaned appreciatively. Your pulse roared in his ears. Heat and slick drowning his senses while he was enveloped in sweet, blissful darkness. With only your skin, soft and divine, against the roughness of his cheeks. He hadn't had the time to shave yet - too caught up in his own head to do anything. But now that his mind was clearing, ushered back to reality with every soft whimper - he decided he'd shave once he was done with you.
You moved subtly, not meaning too, he knew your body well and you were closing in on your finish - but the shift moved your thigh away from his and the roar of the rain cascaded into his senses.
König hissed and yanked you right back into place. The sound too much. Too loud.
He felt your voice vibrate through your body but he couldn't make out the words.
He didn't care.
With his eyes closed, mouth and nose pressed firmly against your wet slit - he could relax.
After days of cold hiking, wet boots, gunfire and rumbling trucks over bumpy, even roads - König's mind was heavy. And the storm didn't help - too loud. Too much.
Thankfully, your plush thighs provided the perfect ear-muffs. You were warm and soft.
His hands curled perfectly over the supple muscles and he loved the way his fingers sank into the flesh. Creating perfect molds of his calloused hand.
And you were so wonderfully willing to help him out like this… he didn't care if you thought you were being selfish. When he didn't seek pleasure of his own or nudged you away when your hands tried to wander downwards.
He just wanted you and nothing else.
So when his face became slick with your arousal and his tongue dove between your walls - there wasn't a thought of repayment or another round. König just needed to be inside you. Surrounded by you. To make you his world instead of the deafening chaos outside.
He grinned lazily when your hips started to grind along his face. He hummed and relaxed his arms so you could take your pleasure from him - use him how you pleased.
König slid his hands down along your ass and cupped them hard. Squeezing whenever you backed up into his palms but allowed you to move without restraint.
König laid beneath you, soft and buttery. Every muscle in his body now heavenly leadened. A toy for you to play with. And in return you protected him from the static. The too loud. The too much.
“Fuck! König!” He heard that clearly. And eagerly licked with vigorous curls of his tongue as your body seized around him. A wave of slickness washed down his tongue and his knuckles were white with the hard grip he had on your ass.
You tried bouncing on his face but König refused it. Returning his arms around your waist to keep your flesh smooshed with his mouth.
Your voice was muffled from his ears - vibrating on squeaks and cries and König growled when you tried to tug away from him.
He could tell his lips were causing overstimulation but - fuck - he just needed a little bit more. Just a touch longer wrapped in your legs.
“König please!” He finally released you. But only enough to lift off his lips and give your walls a break.
You looked down at the Colonel. His eyes were hooded but a focus had returned to them.
He looked an absolute mess! The edges of his mask were damp with your slickness and his lips glistened with your excitement.
You gave König a moment. Tilting your head in a silent question down at him - and he nodded. Gently lifting you off his face to sit on his lap. Where a very hard and round bulge was resting under his tight pants.
“Can I?” You asked, hands resting just above his belt as König sat up. Your hopeful gaze faltered with a frown when König shook his head.
With the rain now softer and the thunder more distant, he could concentrate a little better. The cowl dropped around his mouth and he used it to wipe himself clean.
The stubble caught on the material and he winced.
“I need to shave.” König muttered, gently nudging you off his lap and onto the bed. You huffed, a little disheartened, but nodded. The mattress dipped when König left.
But he returned a second later and hooked your chin between two fingers. The leather scratching your skin - ignored as König raised the cowl a little and brought your lips up to his. A swift peck. But sweet and tender, tasting of you… and the very small scratch of stubble.
You chuckled and tickled your fingers up along his cheek. Never realising until now how rough his skin felt. “Ah, I get what you mean now.”
König nodded. Scratching at the hair as he stepped away from the bed. “Felt it against your skin. Hated it. Give me a minute.”
You laughed and nodded. Going to clean yourself with an old shirt but König's cowl flew across the room and into your hands.
You smirked and leaned back on the bed, spreading your thighs to wipe your slickness away with his mask. Making sure the areas around his nose and mouth placement would be the most damp.
Though König was busy preparing his skin for the razor, his eyes watched every swipe of that mask.