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König’s eyes flicked around the shower room briefly, ensuring no one was looking at him before he swept the pile of dirty clothes off the bench into his bag. He closed his bag and quickly headed from the room, head down. Predictably, no one engaged with him as he exited or the entire way down the halls to his bunk.
He was, for the hundredth time, very glad to have a rank high enough to give him a private bunk even if the rank was mostly useless in KorTac, in their outposts as well as in the fields. No one really listened to him, most of them didn’t even realize he was a higher rank, but it afforded him space to do things like dump his stolen treasures out on his bed. He knelt beside his bed, spreading the clothes out with eager hands, organizing them carefully.
They were particularly sweaty, having just been worn for a great majority of a hard day of training. König had watched them get sweaty with anticipation rising in his guts and now he pulled his hood and balaclava off to eagerly lean in, breathing in deeply. Each piece of clothing was saturated with scent, but particularly the pair of underwear and the shirt.
König closed his eyes as he leaned in closer, nose nearly touching the fabric of the boxers. If he concentrated, he could pretend he had his nose on the owner’s crotch, head squeezed between their lovely thighs. He buried his face in the fabric, breathing in deeply and pressed a palm between his legs. The sweaty scent seemed to urge him on as it swamped his senses. He mouthed at the damp fabric, tongue flicking out to taste the salty tang and it was all so heady, almost dizzying as it choked a moan out of him.
He fumbled clumsily with his fly to get his hand into his pants, grinding his palm against his cock as he nuzzled deeper into the fabric. He could drown himself in the scent and taste of sweat and other wetness. It probably looked like he was trying to. He knew he definitely looked disgusting and pathetic. He was a pervert and so much a pervert that it turned him on more to think of how gross he was, to think of what people would say if they caught him. Maybe he subconsciously left his door unlocked because he wanted to be caught.
He froze when there was a knock at the door and the door opened carelessly without his word. He knew it had to be Horangi because first of all, no one else ever came to his bunk and secondly, no one else was so damn rude about walking in without properly asking for entry. Horangi was notorious for it and the only reason someone hadn’t slit his throat about it yet was because he was extremely apathetic about most things he saw and also never told anyone about any of it.
But König did not think he would be very apathetic about finding him with face mashed into his underwear. König didn’t even know if he should try to get up or just accept his probable fate of getting one of Horangi’s little curved knives stuck in his ribs. The door closed before he could decide and he carefully lifted his head, looking over his shoulder.
Horangi had not left though, he’d stepped further into the room and was now approaching König who tried not to feel so suddenly small and exposed. It was easy to feel exposed for him, being so big to draw so much attention, but being made to feel small was no easy feat. Horangi should be proud of himself as he stood over König, gazing down at him with eyes that almost looked disinterested.
“I was to ask if you knew where my clothes had gone,” he commented, eyes trailing over the spread out pile, “But I can see the answer.”
“I-I can explain,” König tried as he quickly yanked his hand from his pants.
“You don’t need to,” Horangi dismissed, lifting an eyebrow, “It’s pretty clear what you’re doing.”
“But-” König started.
“Quiet,” Horangi interrupted.
König’s jaw snapped shut obediently.
“So you’re the one who has been stealing my clothes,” Horangi muttered, shifting closer to the bed, “I thought it was someone trying to play tricks. I never imagined it was a pervert doing it.”
König flushed with humiliation that felt like pure pleasure thrilling up his spine.
“Might’ve guessed you were a pervert,” Horangi went on as he picked up his underwear by a corner, “Usually it’s the freaks that wear masks.”
He eyed the fabric with some amount of disgust.
“You wear a mask,” König pointed out, frowning in confusion.
“Yes, I do,” Horangi agreed, eyes drifting back to König as he dropped his underwear back on the bed, “Shuffle back a bit.”
König shuffled back from the bed a bit and Horangi stepped around him to sit on his bed, legs spread to either side of him.
“Such a pathetic, depraved thing you are,” he commented, griping König’s chin, “Getting yourself off on my sweaty clothes like a disgusting little pervert. Did it even occur to you to come to me?”
König hesitantly shook his head. He had assumed Horangi wouldn’t have him.
“It’s been months since you started stealing my clothes,” Horangi pointed out.
König’s eyes averted in shame.
“Look at me,” Horangi ordered lowly.
König’s eyes snapped back to his.
“You’ve wanted me all that time, haven’t you?” Horangi asked.
König nodded slowly.
“Dirty pervert,” Horangi sneered, “Longing after a younger man, stealing clothes to get off on, peeping on me in the showers too.”
König’s fists tightened against his thighs. He didn’t know Horangi noticed that.
“Doing all this while pretending to be my friend too,” Horangi added, tutting in disapproval.
“I-I am your friend,” König hastily stammered.
“Do friends steal their friend’s underwear?” Horangi countered, raising an eyebrow.
König’s hands twisted anxiously.
“No,” he said quietly.
“No,” Horangi agreed, turning König’s face side to side, “I’d say you’re more like…a secret admirer. Yes?”
König nodded hesitantly.
“Except not so secret now,” Horangi mused, “Now I know your dirty secret. I know what you truly are, little pervert.”
König tried not to shiver as more of the thrilling sensation shot up his spine. He was so small, so ashamed, and so hot. He was throbbing between his legs for being shamed like this by the object of his darkest desires.
“You would like to be my little pervert, wouldn’t you?” Horangi prompted.
“Yes,” König whispered.
“Would you like to fuck me?” Horangi asked.
König nodded and Horangi leaned back, kicking off his sneakers and bracing his hands behind him.
“Convince me it’ll be worth my time and we’ll see,” he said.
König shifted forward to eagerly get his hands on Horangi’s fly and tug his pants and underwear down. Horangi obliged getting them down by lifting his hips and König got his bottoms off, tossed aside carelessly. He gripped at Horangi’s thighs, pulling his legs over his shoulders as he leaned in. His instinct was to bury his face in Horangi’s pussy and breathe in deeply, choke himself on his taste and scent. But he was meant to be convincing, so he resisted his first urge.
He had never been convincing before, wasn’t sure he knew how to be exactly, but he wasn’t going to squander his graciously given chance. He leaned in and swiped his tongue up between Horangi’s labia, groaning softly at the tangy taste that spread over his taste buds. He lapped over his labia, dipped and swirled his tongue into his hole, and prodded and rubbed against his little button cock, all in eager, clumsy movements while his eyes kept flicking up to Horangi for approval or disapproval either one.
Horangi said nothing, just gazed down at him with disinterest, but his cock reacted, stiffening and extending slightly from König’s efforts. As soon as it was extended enough to do so, König wrapped his lips around it, taking it greedily into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue against it. Horangi twitched and his hand pushed into König’s hair, fingers twisting around his messy locks.
“You’ve got a filthy mouth,” he murmured, “Clumsy with inexperience, but so inherently slutty. A born slut as well as a pervert, aren’t you?”
König shuddered, puffing out a shaky breath and tried to nod without stopping what he was doing.
“It’s almost cute how disgusting and desperate you are,” Horangi muttered.
König blushed, but didn’t pause as he worked his tongue inside Horangi, thrusting it in and out. He was so wet now that it was dripping down König’s chin and König was so happy to be buried in the overwhelming heady taste and scent of him, he forgot exactly what he was doing. He could’ve been lost there for days and been perfectly happy with it. He had no idea how long he was there before Horangi’s hand twisted harshly in his hair and yanked him off with a messy, drooling pop. He blinked blearily up at him as he licked his wetness from his lips.
“Do you want to fuck me or not?” Horangi asked, sounding a bit annoyed.
“I do, please,” König huffed.
“Then get up here and take your shirt off,” Horangi ordered.
He shifted on the bed, grabbing his dirty underwear as he laid flat and König scrambled up and onto the bed, quickly yanking his shirt off and his pants open. Horangi produced a condom, seemingly from nowhere and held it out to him before lifting and spreading his legs further. König fumbled the condom, having to snatch it out of the air as it fell toward the floor and hastily ripped open the package to roll it on.
Then he pressed up between Horangi’s legs, guiding himself to his pussy. He pressed against his hole and hesitated, looking up at Horangi’s face and Horangi waved a hand.
“Yes, yes, go on,” he said.
König pushed forward, eyelids fluttering and lips parting as his cock slipped inside. Horangi was so warm and soft and his cock was sliding into him with ease. He hardly had to put pressure behind it to sink fully inside, hips pressing flush against Horangi. He huffed and shook his head, trying to clear the daze of heated pleasure settling over him to be surrounded by such warmth.
“Come here,” Horangi ordered.
König leaned over him, forcing his eyes to focus on his.
“Open your mouth,” Horangi ordered.
König opened his mouth without hesitation and Horangi crammed his underwear between his teeth, stuffing it so deep into his mouth he choked. And then moaned, eyelids fluttering again.
“Yes, I thought you would like that,” Horangi mused.
König huffed, trying to catch his suddenly lost breath as Horangi looped his arm around his shoulders.
“Careless, depraved thing,” he murmured, eyes glittering with amusement now, “Lucky me that I found you out. What a gift you present me as a filthy pet to take my fun with.”
König flushed hotter, thrills running through him again at the thought he would be used and Horangi’s fingernails dug into his shoulder blade.
“You haven’t really earned this,” he said, “But I’ll allow it if you give your best effort.”
König nodded quickly.
“Good, spit that out if you need to stop,” Horangi added, “Now get to it. Don’t make me wait.”
König did his best not to, quickly moving his hips as his fists clenched in the sheets. He tried not to go too hard, memories of pained partners flashing in his head, but he certainly went fast, too eager to go slow.
“Surely you can be harder than that,” Horangi grumbled.
König eagerly showed him he could be, slamming his hips harder against him. Horangi’s nails dug harder into his skin and his head pressed back against the pillow as his eyes squeezed tightly closed. Then he groaned, sounding like it was coming through clenched teeth König couldn’t see behind his cloth mask. König groaned right back at him, muffled and began to drool into the salt-scented fabric in his mouth.
It felt so good, the friction and the pressure and the warmth, but more so it was like a dream come true to watch Horangi squirming and moaning in pleasure because of him. A really filthy dream, because his movements and his sounds were the lewdest König had ever seen before. Especially the slick sounds coming from between them. He got so wet. König could’ve guessed that after stealing his soaked underwear so much, but it was even better in practice than it had been in his fantasies. He felt like he was going to come already, it was all so overwhelming.
Horangi’s free hand gripped at his hair suddenly, yanking hard to pull him down further and he moaned as it sent pricks of pain across his scalp.
“You want to come, don’t you?” Horangi questioned lowly in his ear.
König nodded rapidly.
“Do you think you earned that yet, after all your stalking around, pervert?” Horangi sneered.
König shuddered and then whimpered, pathetically needy. He wanted to beg, but he didn’t want to drop his gag and have it all stop. What he really wanted was to beg that he be allowed to stop before he disobeyed and came before he earned it.
“You want to come, pet?” Horangi asked again.
König nodded rapidly again and Horangi paused to let out a groan.
“Then answer me truthfully,” he murmured, “Was there anyone else? Did you steal from anyone else?”
König’s face scrunched in confusion. Who else was there? He shook his head and Horangi laughed breathlessly.
“Good, you’re… my depraved little pet, yes?” He prompted between his harsh breathing.
König nodded eagerly.
“Then my pet can come,” Horangi allowed.
Now given his permission, it didn’t take König much longer to come, rhythm stuttering as all the tension snapped finally and heat ricocheted through him. He honestly thought he saw stars burst across his vision before his eyes rolled back and he groaned and gasped into the thoroughly wet fabric in his mouth.
Dazedly, he kept fucking Horangi, riding through the waves of his orgasm completely mindlessly until his cock softened enough to slip out. Then his hips finally faltered and he pried his eyes open to blink down at Horangi.
“You going to leave me unfinished?” Horangi grumbled, still a bit breathless.
König shook his head and quickly reached his hand between them to slip his fingers into Horangi. He was so loose now, so wet. Sloppy in a way that made König’s mouth water. He hoped he would earn the right to bury his face there again and again, but for now he buried his fingers deep inside and pressed up, rubbing in searching circles until Horangi groaned, pressing his head back against the pillow.
König rubbed against the spot that made Horangi squirm and pressed his thumb up against his cock, rubbing a bit more clumsily there. Horangi bucked his hips into König’s hand and clawed across his shoulder blade. König watched in breathless awe, unable to believe how lucky he was as Horangi tensed, squeezing down on his fingers. He got to make him come from his fingers. He got to fuck him. He even got to come himself. He was so lucky.
Horangi cried out and spasmed when he came, squirting in abundance over König’s hand. König again couldn’t believe his luck. He’d made Horangi squirt in his bed. His sheets were going to reek of him. He was the luckiest pervert ever and the happiest. And then Horangi pulled his mask down to breathe harshly and König got to see his pretty face. It looked sweeter, rounder, softer than he imagined.
Horangi reached up to yank his underwear from König’s mouth and pushed on the top of his head, shoving him downward.
“Clean me up with that sinful tongue of yours,” he ordered.
“Thank you,” König whispered.
And he obeyed, licking up the wetness all over Horangi’s thighs and pussy. Every bit of him touched by his own pleasure was worshiped by König’s tongue. Were he younger, he may have gotten hard again, it was so unbearably erotic.
When he was done, he looked up at Horangi who pointed out the condom had slid off him and spilled on the bed. He picked it up to throw away with his teeth and dropped it in the bin by the bed. Then he licked his own come off his sheets and again looked up for approval or at least another order. Horangi crooked a finger at him, beckoning him and he crawled up to eye level with him.
“Now keep me warm while we rest, pet,” Horangi murmured as he wrapped his arms around König.
König’s heart fluttered in his chest as he turned them both to lay on their sides, pulling Horangi close to him.
“Just so you know, you only get a pass for all that because I like you,” Horangi muttered into his chest, “You should know how lucky you are that I know you’re harmless.”
“I do,” König assured quietly, “I am very lucky.”
He certainly didn’t deserve all this after what he’d done. He buried his nose in Horangi’s sweaty hair and breathed in the wonderfully thick scent of him. He smiled against his scalp and relaxed in his bed, content.