The hardest part of pushing Krauser over is disengaging those rough, powerful hands. His fingernails leave desperate scratches along Leon's shoulders and ribs, clawing up for another kiss. The look in his eyes when he glances up is harrowed, aching. He openly snarls when Leon wraps his fingers around his cock and then, like a beast tamed, goes to his back without much fight. Leon slides him into his mouth and his blood fucking sizzles for it.
If he closes his eyes, they're anywhere else. In a tent, in a foreign hotel, one or the other's bedroom at the dorm on base. They're alone and secret and secure and Leon's crawled over him again, so eager to please with that prodigal mouth. Hot breath, wet tongue, too damn ambitious for his own good. If he looks up he'll see that boyish face and those pretty blues, looking so damn proud of himself. How good he's gotten at this. How far he can take him. What kind of noises can he drag out of the stoic Major, what pleasure and what praise. Suddenly, nothing feels quite so desperate. Suddenly, there's something other than blood and pain and despair, and it's right here and it's his.
If he keeps his eyes closed, it's just the same now.
"There you are..." A low and breathless growl. His hand finds the top of Leon's head, thick fingers sinking into his hair, squeezing but not pulling. He cracks a smile, a huff that's close to a laugh. "You always..."
The thought remains unfinished.
One leg's pinned down by Leon's weight but the other is curling, knee rubbing slowly against Leon's side. His leg twines with Leon's out of sheer need for contact, but he finds enough leverage for something else. He opens his eyes out of pure necessity, and pretends he doesn't see anything around them.
Abruptly, he tugs a handful of Leon's hair, pushes him back to pull his cock out of his mouth. In the next instant he flips them, turning Leon onto his side and rolling up to his knees.
The knife is within arm's reach. All he'd have to do is reach out and snatch it. But Krauser doesn't so much as glance at it, eyes locked with Leon's as he cradles his face in one hand and pulls him upright to shove his cock between his lips again. And deeper, the moment he feels Leon's throat give way for him.
"Good," he breathes again. Rough fingers gently caress Leon's face, easing him into a rhythm. "Good, Leon. Just like..."
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If he closes his eyes, they're anywhere else. In a tent, in a foreign hotel, one or the other's bedroom at the dorm on base. They're alone and secret and secure and Leon's crawled over him again, so eager to please with that prodigal mouth. Hot breath, wet tongue, too damn ambitious for his own good. If he looks up he'll see that boyish face and those pretty blues, looking so damn proud of himself. How good he's gotten at this. How far he can take him. What kind of noises can he drag out of the stoic Major, what pleasure and what praise. Suddenly, nothing feels quite so desperate. Suddenly, there's something other than blood and pain and despair, and it's right here and it's his.
If he keeps his eyes closed, it's just the same now.
"There you are..." A low and breathless growl. His hand finds the top of Leon's head, thick fingers sinking into his hair, squeezing but not pulling. He cracks a smile, a huff that's close to a laugh. "You always..."
The thought remains unfinished.
One leg's pinned down by Leon's weight but the other is curling, knee rubbing slowly against Leon's side. His leg twines with Leon's out of sheer need for contact, but he finds enough leverage for something else. He opens his eyes out of pure necessity, and pretends he doesn't see anything around them.
Abruptly, he tugs a handful of Leon's hair, pushes him back to pull his cock out of his mouth. In the next instant he flips them, turning Leon onto his side and rolling up to his knees.
The knife is within arm's reach. All he'd have to do is reach out and snatch it. But Krauser doesn't so much as glance at it, eyes locked with Leon's as he cradles his face in one hand and pulls him upright to shove his cock between his lips again. And deeper, the moment he feels Leon's throat give way for him.
"Good," he breathes again. Rough fingers gently caress Leon's face, easing him into a rhythm. "Good, Leon. Just like..."