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Sorting laundry on base could be messy. One large shared laundry room, it was only expected for things to get lost here and there.
Currently the large laundry room was empty save for yourself and König, both preferring the solitude of chores late at night. It was normal and quiet, nothing unusual until you notice König holding something to his mask, barely able to see past his shoulders but you can swear you see his body shudder.
“What are you doing?”, you say jokingly with a small laugh until you see what he is holding. It looks familiar, it can’t be…right? “What is that?”
Smartly he simply responds with “Uh..” clearly too lost in his actions to think he would be caught. “Nothing, it’s nothing.” He makes a quick attempt at stuffing the fabric into his pocket, it’s too late though. He knows he’s already been found out.
“You’re a bad liar König”, your eyes narrow at him warily before quickly walking over and snatching the item from his pocket. “Is this my underwear?”. You’re caught off guard, face turning red.
Despite his mask preventing you from seeing, you could swear he is blushing as well, if the waver in his voice suggests anything.
“I was just checking…if they were dirty”, he says, avoiding your eyes with the decency to at least look shameful.
“These are my gym clothes König”, you say pointedly, “Of course they are dirty, I can smell my own sweat on them from here”. You say, waving the pair around to emphasize, blush seemingly a permanent fixture on your face.
“Right, of course”, he mumbles. Fidgeting with his hands clearly more nervous by the second. “But..uhm, you underwear is..”, he faltered. God he was just making this worse for himself.
Seeing him turn into such a spluttering mess, it did something to you. To have such a strong man as König brought down to this state just by your used underwear, it emboldened you. “I’ll tell you what”, you say stepping closer and slowly stuffing the used pair back into his pocket, “keep ‘em”
You were certain he was blushing now, mask or not, “What?..Why?”. He asks with a tremble in his voice, were you not mad at him? Disgusted even. He finally looks into your eyes, confusion visible in his.
“A pervert like you smelling my dirty laundry and now you’re shy?”,you in a teasing manner. “If you don’t want them, I’ll take them back”
“No.” König responds a little too quickly, earning a small grin from you. He clears his throat, “No, no I’ll keep them . I do want them”. He stammers out, gaze firmly on yours.
Your grin turns into a full smile, clearly pleased with his answer as König takes the used underwear sheepishly from your hands. His hands twitching at his sides, trying hard to steel himself though clearly nervous with the running thoughts bubbling within him.“I..I want more. If that’s ok”
“More what?” You ask plainly, knowing what he asks but not willing to let him get off that easily. He fidgets, once more avoiding your gaze bashfully.
“Your dirty laundry”, he says in barely a whisper, as if confessing a secret.
“How about this?” You pull yourself onto a dryer, sitting back and letting your legs spread wide, your loose shorts riding up your thighs. “Why not cut out the middle man, just smell me directly? Wouldn’t that be easier?”. You ask sweetly as if you hadn’t just suggested something König had only fantasized about alone in his room.
Königs eyes widen as he looks to you perched on the dryer, waiting for him. “Yes, that would be easier”. He says already walking toward you with no further thought, dropping to his knees, trembling hands resting on your thighs. He reaches forward, slowly breathing in, masked pressed firmly against the seam of your shorts. Inhaling deeply, the scent he had become addicted to filling his nostrils.
He glances up at you, seeing you over him looking at him with lust in your eyes, it only spurred him on. He inhales again, deeper this time, pressing firmly against you. A low groan slips out of König, one of his hands slipping away to press firmly on his growing arousal through his pants.
Feeling König press further into you, hearing the sounds tumbling from him, it ignited a flame within you. Instinctively your hand goes to his head, resting gently. Your head tilting back as you let out a small gasp, feeling his remaining hard gripping firmly onto your thigh, his touch hot. You hear him inhale deeply, breath coming out shaky, “Please”, he begs “More, I need more.”
He reaches his hands forward, grasping the waist of your shorts, looking up to you silently asking for permission. You raise your hips, allowing him to pull your shorts and underwear off, not missing the way he silently pockets the pair you were just wearing.
“You keep that up I won’t have any more for you to steal away”, you laugh breathlessly, feeling exposed sitting in front of him like this.
“Oh my maus, can you blame me?” In an instant his hands are back on your thighs, pulling you forward slightly, you can feel his breath between your thighs. “When you smell this good?” He pushes his mask up to his nose, inhaling deeply once more. The sounds spilling from him no longer muffled or restrained but a loud guttural groan, you feel his nose against you. “Please maus, can I taste you?” He asks like a man starved, how could you deny him or yourself the pleasure?
You nod silently, head quickly thrown back as moan is forcibly pulled from you. All König needed was your permission before his face is firmly between your legs, mouth and tongue hungrily lapping at you, sending pleasure coursing through you. He moans into you, the very taste of you enough to drive him to the edge. You gasp, hands falling once more to his head, trying to ground yourself in some way as you feel the familiar sensation growing within you.
“König, fuck, I’m gonna come”, you warn him, as if he would even think about stopping. He does not even slow down, moaning into you the vibrations sending pleasure to your core as you feel yourself pushed over the edge. Body tensing in his hold as he continues his actions, forcing you to ride out your orgasm on his face. He sits back, looking up to your flushed and panting body, wet with a sheen of his own spit mixed with your own arousal. He wipes at his face, unable to hide the grin knowing that surely his mask will hold your sweet smell now..
“Come, my maus”, he says, working your shorts back on gently. Not mentioning your lack of underwear, stored safely in his pocket. “There is laundry to do '', it’s said sweetly and casually as if he did not just bring you to orgasm mere moments ago, the shy stuttering König now replaced with someone much smugger.