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Despite Ernst's usually being well groomed and mannered, there was a nervousness to him tonight, a restless energy that he was trying to hide. He fidgeted with the pen he was holding, tapping it anxiously against the desk as they continued to pore over the maps and reports. Every time Hitler neared him, he could feel his heart quicken slightly, and he tried to control his reactions, not wanting to give away his growing attraction.
As the night wore on, Ernst's defences started to crumble bit by bit. The constant closeness of Hitler's body, the suggestive words whispered in his ear, the occasional touch that felt like a promise of something to come It was all too much for him to ignore even though he thought it was all a joke.
As the night wore on, the light from the oil lamp flickered softly, casting long shadows across the room. Hitler was standing behind Ernst, leaning over him as they both studied a large map spread out on the desk. Every now and then, Hitler would reach out and point out a particular spot with his finger, his hand brushing against Ernst's shoulder in a way that felt almost accidental. Ernst barely suppressimg the shiver that come with his touch. his mind suddenly filled with less innocent thoughts. As He tried to shake them off, but Hitlers body was doing things to him that he was struggling to ignore.
By the end of the night, any form of restraint had long since vanished. Ernst's head was spinning with desire, his body humming with arousal. Hitler looked up, his gaze meeting Ernst's for a moment before he leaned in closer, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on Ernst's neck. Ernst inhaled sharply, unable to hide his reaction as a shiver ran down his spine. Hitler chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Ernst's ear. "You're not very good at hiding your thoughts, are you, Ernst?" He murmured, his voice low and suggestive. Ernst swallowed, his hand clenching involuntarily at his side. "And what thoughts would those be?" He managed to reply, his voice just a little breathless...
Hitler leaned in even closer, his body pressed against Ernst's back, his lips hovering just millimetres from the other man's ear. His hand was on Ernst's waist now, his touch soft yet firm and dominant.
"Oh, I think you know very well what thoughts I'm talking about," Hitler whispered, his voice dripping with a mixture of desire and authority. "You've been looking at me all night, and I certainly haven't missed the way your eyes keep lingering on my lips.
Hitler's hand suddenly grabbed Ernst's chin, turning his face towards his own. Their lips were so close now that they were almost touching, and Ernst's breathing became more ragged as the tension between them grew thicker. Hitler's breath was hot against his skin, and Ernst's heart was pounding furiously in his chest. He could feel the heat from Hitler's lower body pouring off of him, and his own body was responding to this feeling, the desire to touch and be touched growing stronger by the second.
The room was pitch black when Hitler flicked off the light, but Ernst could feel Hitler's presence in the darkness, hear the other man's breathing loud in his ears. His heart was pounding so loudly that he was sure Hitler must be able to hear it as well, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He felt Hitler move closer to him, the heat of his body radiating through the darkness. A hand came up and cupped his chin, tilting his face up. He closed his eyes and waited, his body thrumming with anticipation.
Hitler's lips found Ernst's collarbone, and he nipped at the skin gently, drawing yet another soft gasp from the man beneath him. Hitler's hands were moving now, sliding up under Ernst's shirt, his touch light and exploratory. "Adolf," he moaned, the word coming out like a prayer. Hitler chuckled against his skin. "Say it again." His voice was low, almost a growl.
Ernst felt himself being pushed backwards, his back hitting the wall behind them with a soft thud. Hitler's body was pressed against him, the other man's chest flush against his own. Ernst's hands came up automatically to grip Hitler's shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of Hitler's shirt. Hitler's hand was still on his chin, his thumb tracing the outline of Ernst's lips. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Ernst's ear. "I knew you wanted this," he whispered, his voice deep and rough.
Hitler pushed Ernst's shirt up, his hands roaming over the exposed skin, drawing a shiver from the man beneath him. His lips trailed over Ernst's chest, placing soft kisses wherever he could reach. Ernst let out a soft moan, his head falling back against the pillow. "Adolf," he whispered again, the word carrying a hint of desperation. Hitler looked up, a smirk on his face. "You always were a needy one.''
Hitler's hand moved up from Ernst's chin to cup the back of his neck, his thumb still stroking Ernst's lips. His other hand moved down to Ernst's hip, his grip firm and dominant, just like before. "You don't know how long I've wanted this," Hitler murmured against Ernst's skin, his lips brushing against Ernst's jawline. "How much I wanted to touch you, feel you..." Ernst let out a small gasp as Hitler's lips trailed down his neck, his body arching towards the other man's touch.
Hitler's hands were everywhere now, his touch growing more insistent, more demanding. His mouth was hot and demanding against Ernst's skin, kissing and biting at the sensitive spots on his neck and shoulders. Ernst's head was spinning, his body on fire with the onslaught of sensations. He could feel Hitler's body pressed against his own, and God...he wanted more of it. He clutched at Hitler's shirt, his fingers desperate, searching for any way to pull the other man closer
Hitler's mouth was on Ernst's ear now, his teeth nipping at the sensitive earlobe. "What do you want, Ernst?" He whispered, his words hot and rough against Ernst's skin. "Tell me what you need." Ernst's breath hitched in his throat, and he swallowed hard before answering. "I need...I need you," he gasped out, his voice ragged with desire. "Please, Adolf..." He felt Hitler's lips curve into a smirk against his skin. "Please what?" Hitler asked, his voice dripping with lust.
"Please..." Ernst repeated, his voice a needy whine. "Please touch me, I need...I need to feel you." He felt Hitler's hands move lower, sliding down his sides, and he moaned as Hitler's fingers dipped under his shirt, exploring the bare skin of his stomach. "Like this?" Hitler murmured, his voice low and again very dominant. "Is this what you want, Ernst?"
"Yes," Ernst gasped. "God, yes. I want...." He didn't know how to put his thoughts into words, his mind foggy with desire. All he could focus on was Hitler's touch, the way his hands seemed to burn against his skin. "I want you, Adolf. All of you." He could feel Hitler's body pressed against his, the other man's arousal obvious against his hip. "I want to lose myself in you," he whispered, his words filled with a needy desperation.
Hitler's hands moved to Ernst's trousers, his fingers fumbling with the waistband as he tried to undo the buttons. Ernst's breath hitched in his throat, and he leaned back against the wall, his body shaking with anticipation. Finally, Hitler managed to undo the buttons, and he pushed Ernst's trousers down his hips, his hands sliding underneath the fabric to touch the bare skin beneath. Ernst gasped, his body arching into the touch.
Hitler lowered himself to his knees, and Ernst's breath caught in his throat as Hitler swallowed him hole. Hitler's mouth was hot and wet against Ernst's skin, and he gasped at the taste of precome on his tongue. And with in seconds Ernst was turned around and Hitler’s cock pressing at his entrance.