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"And... You are sure you want me to be the one you do this with?"
He'd asked the question several times already, each time expecting the answer to change, and inevitably feeling that little twist of dread and excitement as Soap- Johnny, rather, as per their previous discussion- rolled his eyes and gave him yet another answer in the affirmative.
Still though, he felt the need to continue, even as the Scot let off another of his many exhausted huffs. Nodding with an expression that damn near demanded they move on with the subject already.
"I'm sure Ghost woul-"
"NO." The word was almost too sharp, that hint of hesitation at the mere suggestion only overshadowed by the harshness of the denial, "I just... Look, I know he and I are close, but we're not THAT close, König. He wouldn't be willing to do this to me. I know it."
König, for his part, didn't flinch at Johnny's sharp retort, or even venture to argue the point further.
They've discussed this countless times as well but it was still a little hard for him to wrap his head around.
He'd assumed that their relationship was intimate, that they'd surely done things behind closed doors at least a time or two.
The rumors of Soap and Ghost being a secret couple was such a prolific topic that many soldiers had actually taken bets on the matter.
What else was anyone supposed to think after seeing them arrive, practically arm in arm, onto the facilities tarmac for the first time?
So imagine his surprise when Soap told him outright that it wasn't the case.
"Just mates. Friends" he'd said, a little hint of resignation in his tone that easily telegraphed that he'd surely tried to broach the subject at least once and was met with a stalwart "No."
Was it any wonder he'd come to him? To König?
Uncertain but far too serious. Admitting to what he needed of the man after a few drinks and all but spilling his fantasy to him in a shameful haze of booze and desperation?
Of course, Johnny hadn't expected to be spending the next week after engaging in this little consent based tug of war.
Sitting across from the man as he regarded him with a look that made him feel like he was a bug under a microscope.
"My apologies, Johnny. I only wish to explore every alternative before proceeding with this. It is not something small that you are asking for."
"I know."
"This... Thing... It takes trust. A LOT of trust."
"I know..."
"And if I go too far, it might end up being a horrible experience for you. Fantasy can often not translate pleasurably to reality-"
"Jesus fuck! I know ok!?" The chair Johnny was sat in suddenly scraped loudly across the floor, nearly knocking over as he stood and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "If you don't want to do this, just tell me! I already feel like a sick bastard for even asking!"
He moved to start pacing, irritation and a slash of regret in the form of a frown painting his features.
Fully ready to make a mad dash for the door at the first sign of mockery.
A firm hand met his shoulder before he could fully turn away, gentle pressure guiding his body and making him meet concerned ice chipped blue.
The gaze wasn't angry, wasn't harsh, wasn't filled with the same judgement Johnny felt for himself. Just soft concern and a hint of empathy that no one else would ever have been given the privilege of.
"Johnny. I do want to do this for you." König's voice was so maddeningly gentle, so soft that it was almost a whisper, and God damnit to the smaller man it felt like pity.
He did his best to shove the feeling down and try to accept what he was hearing, letting König continue with the expected response, but it was hard. So damn hard.
"And I, perhaps selfishly, want to do this too. I only want to make sure you are certain. I do not wish to hurt you in the name of temporary pleasure."
The hand on his shoulder squeezed just a little, perhaps an attempt at reassurance, maybe just more pity. Who the hell knew?
"Is there a 'but' coming up?" He asked flatly, fixing König with a challenging glare.
Daring him to just tell him he'd been stalling on this because he was lying.
That this was too much to ask of anyone.
To tell him he was, in fact, disgusted by the proposal.
But, as always, the man he was trusting with his darkest desire didn't rebuff him or offer judgment, just a small breathy laugh and a shake of his head.
"No. No buts. Just a check in. I want you to be sure about this. Forgive me, but I will continue to beat this horse dead until the moment comes."
"Right."
Silence fell between them, slightly tense thanks to Johnny's swirl of emotions, mostly awkward thanks to König's overly indulgent stare.
This all felt so stupid. So pointless.
He'd made it clear, over and over, what he wanted, what he craved and fantasized about during those late and too quiet nights.
Laying alone in his quarters and shoving his face into his pillow while having a pathetically shameful wank.
Rough. Dubious. Something out of his control.
Something that happened to him instead of because of him. Something that he didn't need to have a say in.
Guilt free and without all the stupid games that needed to be played beforehand.
Something that would be considered violating under any other circumstances.
But go figure, König was a goddamn gentleman about it all. Not some big brute aiming to take advantage of the offer like he'd hoped he would be back at the bar.
Just a good guy trying to fulfill some sick part of Johnny that itched at the back of his mind. A part he couldn't even say to himself, yet had nearly vomited into the man's lap in pure stupid desperation.
Just quietly acknowledge it and try to wish it all away again and again each time his hand found its way into the line of his pants and his pillow muffled his filthy words.
Totally healthy coping mechanism right there.
He'd tried so hard to get those fantasies out of his head, tried to steer his mind into something more normal. More sane.
What the hell kind of man wanted another man to-
"Am I fucked in the head?" He didn't even realize he was saying it out loud, whispering it somberly as he moved his eyes away and once more combed his fingers through his hair in silent frustration.
So when the soft answer of "No." came immediately, followed by the unfamiliar sensation of a gloved hand hesitantly moving to tilt his chin up, he actually flinched a little.
His eyes going wide and his lips parting a fraction as he followed the gentle guiding of his face without much thought.
When König retracted his hand in response to the movement he almost wanted to smack himself.
For just a second, the smallest of moments, he actually got to have a taste of the thing he'd been denied, both by himself and others. And he surely just fucked it up, right?
Casual touch like that between men was oh so rare, and that was without all the macho bravado of a military life.
Yet, König drew no attention to it.
Simply kept those far too understanding eyes on his as he spoke again.
"Johnny, you are not bad for this. Not sick. Just have desires that require a little more forethought and preparation than most. That is why I've been putting this off. We need to actually speak of it and make proper plans so that we are safe." He leaned up, pulling his other hand from Johnny's shoulder and folding his arms, tilting his head as he regarded the man with that same damn considerate expression. "Have you put some thought into what I asked of you last time?"
Johnny let out a huff and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was being difficult, he knew that. But his pride and momentary shock of having his face touched so casually, then immediately drawn away from, was making him more than a little churlish.
"I told you, I'm fine with whatever." He shot König another glare, mimicking the man's posture with a set of folded arms all his own.
"No, you are not."
"You don't know that."
"I do. No one is without their limits. You may be new to this, but I am not." This time a note of tension touched König's words, his eyes getting a little more icy at Johnny's flippant dismissal of something so very important. Not just to the situation, but to König himself. "There are so many things I could do to you. Many violating things that you THINK you might like, but could easily become a source of trauma rather than pleasure. We need to be open about this, have a safe word, have things that are clearly off the table, establish a time to do this. These are important Johnny, and I will not do this with you if you refuse to cooperate with me."
"A time?" Not exactly what he should be focusing on, but Johnny was a little distracted by the 'violating things' part of the big bastards tangent. He might have been trying to imagine just what those things might be. "Isn't the whole point that it's... Unexpected?"
The larger man relaxed his stance a little and huffed in soft reply, sounding a little amused and a lot exasperated, "Yes, and no. To play out this scenario there will be an element of surprise, but a day and place should still be chosen. As well as a rough space of time. This is not a genuine act. It is a roleplay. It needs to be treated as such." He flicked his eyes over Johnny's contemplative expression, "And you still have not given me anything to work with."
His words were once again met with casual dismissal.
A bored tsk and a flippant wave.
Both in an attempt to brush the man off and shove aside his own wild imaginings.
"Sounds stupid. If I wanted a bunch of pointless rules and regulations I'd just go run drills."
Unfortunately, that was entirely the wrong answer.
Without a word, König's hand snapped out and a sharp flick was delivered to Johnny's forehead with a less than gentle amount of force.
"Oi! What-!?"
"If you do not take this seriously, I will deny your request and this ends here."
That, rather impolite, rebuff seemed to crack through the pride and indignation for a moment.
Though the sore spot on Johnny's forehead certainly made it's own attempt to combat his urge to be cooperative.
"Alright! Alright. Fucking... Fine." He ground out, once more turning to attempt to pace. This time, however, König's large hand did not reach out to stop him as he put himself into an irritated stride.
He crossed back and forth like a caged animal.
Boots thumping with the rhythm of a man trying his damndest to get over himself and play ball.
The heavy set of the steps made it clear this was far more than he'd been prepared for, even with all the prodding and questioning König had attempted before today.
He fussed, mused, and tried to come up with a boundary. Tried to give him what he was asking for so König would finally grant him what he wanted.
But what the hell could he say?
"I- shite. I don't know, ok? I've never- I feel like a fucking idiot trying to parse this all out." His pace picked up by a half step, a scowl setting into his features like a shadow of self loathing, "I thought it would just be a quick fuck, alright? Something to help me not have to think or be in control for a damn change. All this pre-planning feels like prepping for another mission."
Which was the exact opposite of what he wanted.
Johnny DIDN'T want to have to think.
DIDN'T want a say in what happened.
DIDN'T want to plan and map this all out and have to consider all the aspects of what doing this would entail.
No reminders of what he used to be... Back before everything was ripped out of his now weak and unsteady hands.
He just wanted a perverted fucking shag.
He continued his little march, trembling fingers flexing, boots thudding, jaw set, and all too helpless in the exact wrong way. Pointedly ignoring König's watchful stare as he tried to come up with something. ANYTHING to just move this along and get him closer to what he was after.
"I guess- don't fucking skelp me? I don't know."
"Skelp?"
Johnny paused mid stride, looking over at König in response to the curious note in his voice.
Clearly it was more due to the slang being unfamiliar to him than anything else, but to Johnny's surprise there actually seemed to be a genuine hint of interest in the man's eyes now.
Perhaps due to the fact that he'd been given a crumb of something. Or maybe Johnny was just finally taking notice of something outside of his insecurities?
It was small, innocuous, and hardly anything. But it was, at least, a hesitant move towards a first step.
That was a good sign. Right?
"Hit. It means hit." Johnny sighed, straightening up a little and folding his arms again, "Don't actually know if I hate it, but I don't want to accidentally get into the habit of popping one while sparring with recruits, you know?"
"You dislike physical pain, then?" König hummed thoughtfully, moving to lean against the nearby desk and tilt his head once more, this time in consideration.
Half right.
"Well, no. I kind of do, but it... has to be the right kind? I don't want more things that remind me of the... of the job. Gear, guns, punching, running, fighting- shite like that doesn't really feel like it would interest me. I don't want to feel like I'm working."
Of course, he didn't want to feel like a civvy either.
Half the appeal of this was that he was still a big bad bastard, but unable to fight his way out of the situation.
Made helpless, but not naturally weak.
Something that made more sense than his current reality.
Something controlled by another, yes, but because HE demanded it.
Thankfully, that bit seemed to go without saying.
Another thoughtful hum rumbled in Königs chest, his eyes shifting away as he suddenly seemed to contemplate a few things.
And it didn't go missed.
Unlike before, where the big guy had just been triple checking if Johnny actually wanted all this, he now seemed to be planning.
Which meant... going along with this WOULD actually have its benefits?
Alright.
Ok.
He could do this. Probably?
"I uh-" suddenly he seemed to be a little more awkward in his words, unintentionally taking a step closer as his brain finally overcame his frustrations and allowed him to click together the bigger picture. The sheer obviousness finally slapping him in the face like a yardstick in the hands of a particularly pissed off nun.
"M'alright with knives though?" Johnny offered sheepishly, "Not cuts or anything but... I've... imagined it a time or two."
Or ten. Or fifteen hundred.
"That doesn't count as something soldier-like?"
"No. Use them every day for other stuff. So it's not the same."
"Hm. Alright. What else?"
"I uhm. I- I like dirty talk?"
And so it began.
Slowly at first, still laced with frustration and a bit of metaphorical tooth pulling on König's behalf to push the conversation forward. But after about twenty minutes, and a lack of judgement, Johnny began to actually list things he seemed to want and ABSOLUTELY not want.
A lot of it was uncertain, only a couple of things actually being a hard 'no', but the rest seemed to all be 'I don't know'.
His lack of experience on the matter at hand clearly showing itself every time König offered a suggestion and was met with a shrug.
Not great, but not bad. And definitely painting a much clearer picture of what would and should happen between them.
He was pacing again during most of it, but the movement became less pissed off and more a tool to keep him focused.
Move the body to still the mind and all that shit. And God help him, König listened all the while. Not a hint of judgment.
An occasional question, prod, or musing, but no admonishments or laughter.
Then came the awkward safe word issue.
"Oh... do we have to have one?"
"Yes."
"Ok, but what about some other way to call it quits? Like a tap or-"
"No. We need an absolute way to know you want to stop. A safe word is the best route for this."
"Right, yeah, sure but-"
"Johnny."
"I was hoping you'd gag me." He supplied quickly, for some reason feeling oddly more embarrassed about THAT particular request in spite of the far more lewd things they'd just been negotiating.
"With a cloth or my hand?"
Well. That certainly made him pause.
Johnny shot his eyebrows up a little at the immediate question, though he shouldn't have really been surprised at this point.
The man had been more than receptive and unendingly patient this whole time.
"Your hand."
König nodded, "The whole time?"
"Most of it? I guess that's up to you."
Another nod, "Fine. I'll think of another way. Our schedules line up this week. Friday night then?"
Fuck. Just like that? No more "Are you sure"s or "Perhaps someone else"s?
Just a flick of the chin and a date?
The realization made Johnny oddly giddy.
It was Wednesday. The day was both entirely too close and vastly far away. But hey, anticipation was part of the fun? Maybe?
"Ok." Johnny said slowly, scratching at the scar on his neck as he mulled it over in his head, doing his best to keep his voice even. "My quarters. After lights out."
"After lights out."
And that was it. Said and done in a quick exchange of nods and an awkward goodbye.
Friday....
Johnny was going to be on edge for almost 48 full hours.
Fucking hell.
---
The days passed by like molasses.
Minutes feeling like hours as Johnny did his damndest to focus up and do his training.
Several moments he found his mind listing away from important conversations and reports, idly letting himself wander to the day in question with a shameful sort of fascination.
Fantasizing, wondering, anticipating with a lot of excitement and a hint of trepidation.
How would it all go down?
Would he get some sense of warning?
Would he be given a chance to struggle?
Would he chicken out at the last second and tell König he changed his mind.
Would it live up to the hype?
God... Would he even like it?
König had pointed out how fantasy could often be more pleasurable than reality.
That the things people daydream about could be a miserable affair if actually attempted in real life.
And wasn't that part of the charm?
The fact that there was a buffer to it all?
An invisible wall of safety that separated what was real and what wasn't?
Making it something carefree and safe to engage with without fear of repercussions or the miserable consequences and dangers of actually committing the acts themselves.
Sure, the IDEA of something twisted and dangerous was nice, but when forced into reality it often proved itself to be a thing that the person in question DIDN'T want.
Because then it wasn't safe.
Then it wasn't just a fantasy.
It was violation. Pure and simple.
Shit. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe he could just cancel all this and apologize for all the fuss?
He could swallow his pride and indignation and just claim he wasn't willing to do this all, right?
Maybe. Maybe not.
He was so damn eager not even a day ago, but the time between was giving him too much room to ruminate and overthink.
König had made it clear that Johnny could say no at any time.
He wouldn't be mad, wouldn't judge, wouldn't even try to bring it up again.
Business as usual and none of the awkward mess after.
But Johnny would feel awkward.
Johnny would feel... Bad?
Yeah. That seemed as good a word as any. Though regret might be a better pick if he gave himself even more unwanted time to consider it.
He'd feel bad about changing his mind.
Bad about dragging König through all the effort for nothing.
And bad for giving up the chance to actually get a real life taste of the stupid fantasy he'd been harboring for a long, long, shamefully long time.
He debated, and debated, and debated again. Yet he didn't really give himself the chance to say anything.
Just repocketed his phone each time he tugged it out to stare at the chat logs with a sigh and a shake of his head.
Doing his best to avoid speaking directly to König out of fear that he might turn down the idea entirely.
Waiting and waiting and waiting and-
And all at once that molasses melted into quicksilver, the night arrived so fast that he had barely processed it.
Not until he was already in his quarters, dressing down with trembling hands and eyeing his unlocked door.
König was a good guy. Dependable, kind, reasonable. He'd checked, double checked, triple checked, a million times checked with Johnny that he was still ok with this. Even texted an hour ago to ask if he still was comfortable.
K: "You can still back out."
No. He couldn't. Not now.
Not after spending days mentally preparing himself, and the last hour physically working himself open for the first damn time.
J: "I'm still on board. Just don't be late."
Now he was practically clawing up the walls as he tossed his pants aside and checked himself out in the little mirror on his desk.
Looking over his scarred body and appraising the little flaws.
Would the way they looked turn the big man off?
For fuck- could his brain just be quiet for a moment?
He turned away and ran a hand over the side of his neck again, trying to ease his raw nerves.
It would be fine. It was still just a fantasy.
Just a 'roleplay'.
He said he had a way for Johnny to revoke consent at a moment's notice if things went too far.
It was fine.
This was fine.
He was fine.
He could do this.
Johnny grabbed up his phone as he sat down on his bed, rereading the instructions for the thousandth time.
K: "Strip down to your boxers.
Leave the door unlocked.
Make sure you're prepared ahead of time.
Use a lot of lubricant and keep the bottle and any additional items you want in the drawer by your bed, just in case.
If the door is locked or you are dressed otherwise when I arrive, I will take that as a sign that you are no longer interested and I will leave.
We will discuss things in the morning if that is the case."
He swallowed thickly and set the phone face down on the side table, opening the drawer and peering over its contents before quickly snapping it shut and moving to lay down.
Face in his pillow and covers just barely tugged up to his lower back in a flurry of anxious movements.
He'd done it all. Every step. Embarrassing as some parts had been.
Bottoming was entirely new territory for Johnny, after all. The need to spend an ungodly amount of time on stretching open and lubricating his insides was pretty fucking unknown.
But it was done. Maybe a bit poorly, but done all the same.
And now all he had to do was wait.
This was it.
It was going to happen.
He'd come way too far and spent far too much time psyching himself up to back down now.
It was just a question of when König would arrive.
But the time was far too vague.
'After lights out' was the only real time scale he had. And if Johnny was honest? The anticipation was already killing him.
For Johnny the agreement meant asap.
Surely König felt the same?
Get in, do this, clean up, avoid eye contact for the next twenty years.
Quick, hard, unforgiving, done.
So. Obviously that meant immediately.
It had to.
With a huff he turned his head to the side and looked at his alarm clock.
21:05. Just past lights out.
Johnny tensed a little, immediately shoving his face back into the pillow and hugging it close to his head.
Any minute now.
He'd be here any minute now.
Johnny shifted a little on the bed, anticipation and heat already twisting up in his gut, making him start to get a little hard.
Good sign, at least. Meant he was a bit more eager for this than he thought.
Even if his head was a mess of anxiety, his dick was clearly full speed ahead.
Any minute now...
He pushed the blanket a bit lower, then thought better of it and tugged it back up.
Kind of killed the atmosphere if he was on full display. Probably.
Needed to leave some room for a bit of teasing.
Any minute now.
Was the room in good shape? Maybe he should have tidied a bit more?
He looked up from the pillow and glanced about it.
Nothing was out of place save for the uniform pants he'd left on the floor.
Maybe he should pick those up?
Yeah. Should pick those up.
He leaned over the side of the bed, grabbing them, and haphazardly shoved them under the frame and out of sight. That'll do.
Any minute now.
What about deodorant? He'd just showered. Smelled fine. But maybe he could smell better?
No, no. This was fine. He didn't want to risk getting out of the bed and spoiling the moment.
Then again... if König came in and put him over the desk... Well, that'd be pretty damn hot too.
Ugh. No. That wasn't what they agreed to.
If he was faffing about when König arrived he might think Johnny had changed his mind.
Nope. He was fine. This was fine.
Everything was fucking FINE.
Any minute now.
Fuck. This hardon was starting to get uncomfortable.
Any minute now...
Could handle it? Quick wank before the main event? Like an appetizer?
But would he lose interest if he got off before anything even happened?
Post nut clarity could be a right bastard in these kind of situations.
Nope. Just gonna deal with it.
Bit of delayed gratification was a good thing, yeah?
Should be fine.
Gonna happen any minute now.
Any...
Johnny looked up at the alarm clock after a long while, his teeth clacking together with frustration and a bit of shock as he read it.
23:00.
Two hours late.
What. The. Fuck?
How had time slipped by so fast?
It was almost midnight.
Where the hell was he?
Was he even gonna show up?
Did he change his mind?
After all that embarrassing talk about rules and terms and when this was going to go down? After Johnny had shoved down his pride and went with it because he genuinely wanted to do this and knew he needed to play by the rules? After two whole days of gnashing his teeth and ignoring the twisting in his guts over and over- König wasn't showing up!?
He ground his teeth and snapped a hand out to his phone, checking for messages.
Some sign that he'd probably just misunderstood what 'after lights out' meant to the bastard.
Nothing.
Prick.
He'd made Johnny go through all this for nothing.
Just changed his damn mind without a word and left him miserable.
Leaving him alone.
And worse... Rejected.
He sent off a text before he could think better of it. Frustration, impatience, and a sorely neglected but now deflating dick making him more than a little irate and illogical.
J: "If you're not gonna show up, you could have told me, asshole. Just forget it."
He tossed the phone aside after putting it on silent and buried himself back into the bed, yanking the covers up to his shoulders and facing the wall.
He didn't even want to jerk off anymore.
Too pissed off at being potentially abandoned by the one person who had made him think this might have been a real possibility.
Screw this. Screw König. And screw the whole stupid idea.
He should have known this would happen.
Everything else has been nothing but disappointment after disappointment.
So why not this too, eh?
Just another slap to his already throbbing face by a universe that seemed to fucking hate him.
He really was just some sicko to him.
Some damned pervert that no one wanted to give the time of day.
Denied again. Left alone again.
Feeling empty and miserable and unfulfilled. A-fucking-gain.
It felt like watching his team separate all over again.
Felt like the eyes of that dismissive general who hadn't even bothered to look up from his reports as he inform Johnny of his future.
It felt like when Ghost rejected him.
"I don't fraternize with teammates, Soap. Drop it."
It'd been the first time he'd used his Callsign and not his name. Punctuating the denile in a harsh reminder of what Johnny really was to him.
"You're my subordinate. Consider yourself lucky I even see you as that much."
He'd felt so fucking cold that day.
So hurt and empty that, in only a matter of weeks, he found his way to the only other person who he thought might have wanted something from him.
But maybe he'd been wrong.
Maybe deep down König felt the same as he had about all this? Like it was disgusting.
Over thought it all in the opposite direction that Johnny had.
Talked himself into it and then came to his senses at the last minute.
Fine.
Fucking fine.
This was FINE.
HE WAS FINE.
Because John "Soap" Mac-fucking-Tavish was always fine. Wasn't he?
Could just laugh off his misery and joke through it all, right?
Water off off a beaten down ducks back.
He shoved the pillow over his head, grumbling quite a few choice words to himself, and closed his eyes.
Might as well get some damn sleep and... Who knew?
Spend his day off beating the hell out of a training dummy or something?
That would be nice.
Maybe he could pin König's picture to it.
That sounded good.
Fucking lovely way to pass the time.
To hell with König for abandoning him.
To hell with Ghost for rejecting him and putting him on this path of desperation.
And to hell with himself and his own worthless stupidity.
He should have known better.
---
24:15.
The door was as silent as the footsteps of the large shadow slipping inside, black clothes that fit a little too tight and a thick, freshly made, hood for this occasion making him blend into the lack of light easily, as if he were made of the darkness rather than intruding upon it.
The soft click of the lock on the door was all that sounded, a bit too loud for his liking, but the pillow over Johnny's head served as an excellent muffler.
That, and the soft snores that easily drowned out any noises.
Far too real to be fake.
Asleep. Cute.
The man crept slow, methodical, with ease.
Allowing time for his vision to adjust and letting the low light of the moon take over now that he couldn't use the dim lights of the hall.
He paused for a moment, brows knitting together for a heartbeat as he caught sight of Johnny's state.
The blanket obscured the body beneath.
A bit of an annoyance.
He'd hardly be able to tell what the manner of dress below it was, but that could be easily rectified with a slow reach and a gentle drag of the fabric.
He'd almost chosen not to come after the message he received, the ire and annoyance so very clear in the words.
The lack of response following his quick replies hadn't helped the knot in his gut either.
So he'd delayed a little longer, only the genuine curiosity and excitement at it possibly being part of the game spurring him on to check and be sure.
He'd donned the clothes he borrowed, tugged on the hood, dodged a couple night watch who were patrolling, and made it to the door in minutes.
He'd expected disappointment.
A clear rejection.
The first hint that the message had been a denile and not a way to egg him on.
But the door had been unlocked, and the soft yield of the covering gave him all the information he needed.
Johnny really was still 'on board'.
Just a little fussy about having to wait.
It certainly sent a thrill through König as he gripped the edge of the blanket, drawing in a small breath as he inched the covering down and down and down.
Bare skin slowly revealed itself to him.
That smooth and muscular back filling his vision like a tantalizing taunt before ending in a light grey waistband.
Perfect. So perfect.
Strong and tanned and no doubt firm to the touch.
Though he was more than sure that the body below him would yield as if it was made of cotton and not steel.
Slowly, a grin curled over hidden lips, eyes tracking over the tight and slightly bunched fabric, catching just the barest hint of dampness caught between the swells.
Lubricant, no doubt.
All the instructions had been met.
König could have exhaled a sigh of pure relief if he wasn't trying to stay silent.
Silly boy. He'd been so eager for this.
But his patience and pride had clearly made him rash.
The message had been a sign that he wanted it sooner.
Wanted this now, now, now.
Needed him to hurry up and make the little fantasy come to fruition.
If only he'd ignored his hesitation and let his own impatience win out.
He might have been buried deep inside that perfect body so much sooner.
At least he could make up for it now.
He'd need to be careful, touching while Johnny was asleep wasn't on his 'no' list, but it was still only a maybe.
And a maybe wasn't a yes.
It didn't matter that this game was meant to be played roughly, unforgivingly, and VERY dubiously. Consent was still laying under every move he made. The lack thereof even moreso.
Still though... It was SUCH a lovely temptation.
Perhaps if he just...?
He reached out, careful and soft.
König didn't need much.
Just a sample.
Just a taste of what it would feel like before the main event.
His gloved fingers skimmed carefully along Johnny's spine, slowly tracing up and up and up until he reached the pillow.
Soft breaths rising and falling against them and tempting him.
He savored the stolen touch. Marveling at how powerful the body below him truly was, even in this state of relaxation.
If he had been granted the permission, König would have given in to the desire to explore and study each hard curve.
Would have woken Johnny up with a hard rut into his perfect ass rather than what he was about to do.
He slowly exhaled, closing his eyes and collecting his thoughts before he pulled them away and grabbed the plush item that obscured Johnny's senses, ripping it away hard enough to jolt his little playmate awake.
In a quick blur, König tossed the pillow aside and pressed his hand over Johnny's mouth to muffle the startled sound against his palm, the other hand pressing down hard between tensing shoulders to keep him in place.
"Left your door unlocked." He murmured, voice low and rough.
Delightfully teasing in its rarely known gravel. "Practically inviting strangers in, doing something stupid like that."
---
Johnny's whole body went ridged as he processed the sound of König's voice. Breath immediately picking up as the larger man straddled his hips and leaned over him like a looming predator.
He'd shown up? He'd actually shown up to do this!
Dueling instincts immediately surged in him as adrenaline shook his nerves and made them feel suddenly raw.
On one hand, he wanted to throw a blind elbow back and knock the wind out of the bastard for letting him think that he'd changed his mind.
On the other hand, he was wildly excited.
Absolutely chomping at the bit to do something to egg him on and have König make good on all the things they'd negotiated days prior.
Maybe beg, if he could?
Though the weight of that warm and thick hand on his lips absolutely wouldn't allow for it, delicious to his fucked up brain as it was.
The uncertainty of which was more tempting made him keep still, hard breath muffled against soft leather and a growing twist of anxiety, mingling with pure heat, working its way through his gut and immediately making him start to get hard again.
Something soft brushed against his ear as he tried to process everything, warmed by hot breath and murmured teases.
"Were you expecting a friend tonight, boy?" König hummed darkly, a slight roll of his hips pressing against Johnny's backside and making him shudder a little.
Johnny wasn't the only one who was hard, apparently.
And his voice... All rough and soaked in clear and almost condescending desire... It was enough to chase away any good sense he might have been trying to cling to at the moment.
But it wasn't just the unfamiliar and far too deep rasp that knotted his stomach, it was the words as well.
Using Johnny's stupid and angry text to set a whole new scene.
His 'friend' sitting atop him and pretending to be a perverted perpetrator hellbent on mocking his loneliness and desperation.
König should consider joining a bloody improv group.
That stupid thought aside, there was no doubt about it now.
He absolutely NEEDED this to play out.
He'd gone to bed absolutely livid and convinced that he'd been abandoned.
And now...?
Fucking hell, he wanted to be ruined by the man in the best and worst ways.
Needed to be put in his place for having the stones to jump to conclusions.
God, and König, forgive him for ever having doubted this big, beautiful, absolutely frightening bastard.
"Such a shame. Looks like they left you all alone, hm? And such a pretty thing too. It'd be a waste to leave without having a little fun, don't you think?"
The hand between his shoulders skimmed down, making his spine arch a little against the touch, moving to his waistband in a maddeningly slow pace that made Johnny's all too eager cock throb between his abdomen and the bedsheets.
He thought König was just going to yank his boxers down and get into it without another word, skip the preamble and just fuck him hard into his mattress.
Leave him there once it was over, raw and absolutely filthy with the evidence of it.
Maybe make him clean up the mess on his own afterwards.
Was it wrong that Johnny found the idea hot?
He'd be a goddamn lair if he said he wasn't a thousand percent ready for it now that the show was getting underway.
But, to his disappointment, that hand moved past, skipping that vital little step and smoothing over the swell of his ass.
Gripping hard and massaging the muscle in a way that forced a- admittedly not very manly- whimper out of him in response.
"Such a shapely little body. And here I thought I'd be missing out on some excitement tonight."
Jesus wept. The man was going to kill him.
Without thinking Johnny pushed back against the large hand pawing at him, jolting a little as the movement caused firm fingers to slip a little and press through the fabric of his boxers, nudging up against the already clenching space between tensed muscles.
There was a pause. A sharp little inhale from Johnny and an exhale from his "assailant" mingling together at the unexpected shift.
For a moment he thought he'd ruined the game by acting too eager, fucked up the roleplay.
Until...
"It's wet here." König all but purred, his voice so rough and breathy that it made Johnny's head go fuzzy. A soft little noise breaking against König's palm as the man took the opportunity to press a little harder and make a small circle.
Teasing him shamelessly and clearly enjoying the way more of the lubricant soaked through the fabric and coated the leather of his glove.
Even through the boxers it was apparent that he'd done a good job of preparing ahead of time, the little hidden pucker already trying to give way to the possibility of intrusion with little more than a push.
"Were you playing with yourself?" He pressed in a little, feeling it give almost too easily as he mocked the man under him, sharp grin turning wolfish behind his hood. "Were you hoping he'd change his mind? Walk in while you fucked yourself? Or... Were you wishing for this exact scenario?"
Another pathetic whimper left Johnny as he shook his head without thinking, already losing himself as easily as if this was real.
His hips pushing back again to try and get more while his hand gripped hard at the much larger one that muffled his desperate sound.
He felt his stomach clench at the low and mocking laugh in his ear, another noise leaving him and stopping short against the leather that kept his lips sealed shut.
"No? I don't think I believe you." His hand withdrew for just a moment, grabbing at the fabric and yanking on it hard, the sound of seams popping and cloth ripping making Johnny nearly jump out of his skin. "It's almost dripping. You really are so shameless."
He yanked harder, splitting the fabric as easily as one tore tissue, until the tantalizing swell of Johnny's ass was laid bare under his still clothed crotch.
He didn't bother to be gentle as he grabbed a bare cheek, spreading him open to admire the inviting little hole.
"I bet you wanted this. Left your door wide open and stripped down to nothing in the hopes that some pervert would try his luck."
The fingers returned again, soft leather creaking gently as two of them pushed inside and sank down to the knuckles with an almost shocking ease, forcing something that could have been a shocked cry or a desperate moan out of Johnny's chest as he shuddered under the larger man. Clenching down almost immediately and breathing so harshly that it might have been mistaken for hyperventilating.
"Oh... Look at that. So soft and open for me. Like it wants me inside already."
They curled without warning, pressing firm and massaging against his inner walls without a hint of kindness.
Breaching deep and pressing down on something inside of him hard enough to make Johnny's eyes roll back and his lips part.
His tormentors free hand returning to his lips to once more muffle his moans.
Fuck. Good... It felt too good... Too rough and deep already.
Not a hint of consideration for whether or not he even wanted them there.
Just shoving in and out like König was trying to punish him for being loosened up and ready for this.
Exactly how he wanted it.
"Are you always so eager to let a stranger fuck you?" König hummed, pushing in a third finger and tsking lightly as Johnny's back tensed and arched up in response, making him remove his hand from that already drooling mouth to easily shove his head against the mattress and keep him still.
"Being forced open by an intruder. Moaning lewdly for him. You must be such a little pervert."
Johnny pushed against the mattress, trying and failing to get up and keep shoving his hips back like he desperately wanted to. Frustration and sick need making him struggle under the hard press of the hand on his scalp.
"N- no-"
"Liar."
The hand tightened in his hair, pushing his face down a little more and mashing his cheek against the sheets, fingers shoving in harder and faster, making him claw at the bed and cry out pathetically.
Johnny could get into this more, right?
Lean in?
Play the part just a little more openly?
They'd discussed it. He'd made mention that he'd wanted to beg and be helpless.
It already felt so good having König forcing him down and making him feel worthless like this.
Already on the verge of falling apart for him without even needing to be fucked properly.
Like something inside of him was finally, mercifully, being slaked just a little.
Given a taste of a treat it'd been begging for from the moment of its inception.
So it was ok, right? He wouldn't stop if Johnny just...
"St- stop-" He gasped out, digging his nails into the sheets and bucking his hips, "It hurts!" he was making a small show of resistance, just to test. Just to see. Needing to know it was ok.
Because if it wasn't-
He almost wanted to sob in frustration as the fingers stalled for a moment, the threat of them pulling free and denying him the full depth of what he wanted so real in that exact second that he actually felt a sting in his eyes.
Biting back the screaming protest in his mind.
'No. No, no, no! Don't actually stop damnit! You promised me-'
A hard shove rattled the thoughts loose, those beautifully thick fingers pushing all the way back in with a harshness that nearly made him paint the remains of his boxers on the spot.
A lewd and strangled sound punching out of Johnny's chest and leaving him gasping as the 'violating' touch continued at a new angle.
So rough that it made his legs shake and his stomach twist with raw pleasure.
"No. I don't think I will."
---
He'd almost stopped.
Almost yanked his hand away and rolled Johnny over to check on him and make sure he hadn't crossed a line already.
They should've had a safe word.
Damnit! Why hadn't he pushed the issue? Why hadn't he insisted?
He'd been planning on placing an item in Johnny's hand and instructing him to hold onto it for as long as he could stand it, but he'd jumped the gun and gotten into the game too fast.
Too eager to deliver what the poor thing wanted without considering the consequences of his readiness to provide.
He stilled, tugged back by just an inch, ready to apologize and make amends...
But then, he saw that look on Johnny's half visible face.
That twist of disappointment and the barest hint of wetness in his eyes.
Felt that tight clench through the leather of his glove, like he was fighting to keep him inside.
Heard the stutter in his breath as he worried that König was going to actually heed his little cry and stop.
Clarity sank in.
He wasn't actually saying "stop", was he?
He was playing along.
Hinting at what he'd been too worried to say fully.
This fantasy. The one he was so ashamed of. The one he had fought against and yet begged for with such clear and desperate need.
It wasn't just about being subdued and ravished by some stranger.
Forced into submission and broken down as he begged for more.
Johnny wanted to be taken ADVANTAGE of.
Wanted to lean in and lose himself in the roleplay in a darker way.
He didn't want to be spoiled.
He wanted to imagine himself being used and abused against this will.
"Forced".
Wasn't that one of the words he'd used at the bar?
It had been a stuttered mumble, but spoken none the less.
He wanted to be forced into this. Not coaxed.
König knew this already, mostly, but he hadn't been certain just how much of an aggressive thing his little playmate had really wanted.
Johnny had seemed to hedge away from the subject of severity with an averted gaze and an unintelligible murmur.
Giving half answers that had to fall into the realm of 'good enough' while they walked through the awkward tango of their negotiations.
So he'd thought that maybe Johnny wanted a taste and not the full meal.
A sample to gauge what he really wanted out of this.
But no. That wasn't it, was it?
Johnny had been ashamed.
"Am I fucked in the head?"
Fuck... Now he understood.
If only he'd pushed for more information.
He'd have been able to plan better, make things more clear.
Help him the way he needed from the jump.
Negotiated something rougher.
Perhaps this was why Johnny gave "maybe"s to so many of his questions?
The fear of saying yes may well have given away just how deep Johnny wanted this to go. How much he wanted this to feel like it was nonconsensual.
Johnny must have thought König would be disgusted.
Stupid boy.
But it was too late to back out now.
König had already begun, and Johnny hadn't given any real sign of wanting to stop and talk it over.
He didn't want to take the risk, but he also didn't want to deny either of them what they truly wanted.
To give pleasure was the best pleasure in König's mind.
Finding satisfaction in his partners satiated expressions.
And Johnny was so obviously going to to grant him that pleasure if he continued.
Still. He needed to be sure.
Needed to test like Johnny had tried to test.
Because if he was right... Then things would become so much more intense.
And maybe, just maybe, so much more delicious for them both.
So he took the risk.
Watching closely to gauge.
Swearing to himself that he would do everything in his power to make up for it if it was the wrong move.
All it took was a harsh shove of his fingers to gain confirmation.
The arch of Johnny's spine, his absolutely filthy cry, his parted lips and unconscious rut of his hips, it all telegraphed it to him perfectly.
"Ruin me. Be rough with me. Let me be a victim. Just for tonight."
Johnny was begging with the whole of his body.
And how could he say no to such a beautiful plea?
---
The hand on Johnny's hair tightened suddenly, his head yanking back, neck craning at an almost painful angle as Königs masked face swam into view as his spine curved in a harsh bend.
"Struggle. For. Me." A command, a little gift of permission, all rolled into a single low growl that was punctuated by a hard thrust of König's fingers between the spaces of his words.
He did. Didn't even think about it. Just fell into the role with the kind of ease that could only come from a man who wanted to be held down and forced to be a toy against his will.
Legs scrambling to try and kick away, hands tearing at the sheets, body heaving to try and yank free of the unforgiving grasp.
Stupid and pointless pleas to let him go mingling with hard gasps and choked moans.
Cock throbbing painfully and threatening to spill across the sheets in a smear of salt and pleasure as he nearly managed to reach the edge of the bed.
And it meant nothing. It did nothing.
Just made that twist of hard heat and pressure in his abdomen hike up and roar like an inferno as König let out a rumbling little laugh and let go of his hair. Letting Johnny's head fall forward as a hard vice clamped around his waist and yanked him backwards.
"Is that all you can do? You really do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"No!"
"Lying again? Your body says otherwise."
"Get off me!"
The pause was shorter this time, barely there for him to register before continuing on. More certain that things were playing out how Johnny desired than the previous hesitation had been.
Christ, he could kiss this stupid fucker right now. He'd actually consider thanking him if it wasn't for the fact that it might kill the illusion they were creating together.
Instead he committed to his shameful desires, bucking against his hold and trying to drag himself forward as König yanked his hips up, pulling free and shoving two of the same fingers that had been working him open into his mouth. Forcing him to taste the very same lube he'd nervously fucked into himself earlier tonight.
"Bite."
He did. Already half way through doing exactly that before the order was even given.
Clamping his teeth down onto the fabric and feeling the digits inside tug free with an easy motion. Leaving behind a gag of leather and musk.
"As long as that's in your mouth, I don't stop." König rasped out, shoving Johnny's shoulders down roughly, "Nod for me, boy. Tell me you understand."
Johnny understood immediately.
If course he did.
It was a mild break in the game, but something so obviously needed.
This was their 'safeword'.
Or, at least, a version of one.
One he wouldn't dare fucking use if he had anything to say about it.
He bit down harder into the leather, nodded jerkily, and dared to glance back as best he could to take in the looming body behind him.
He looked every bit what Johnny had been praying for.
Dark. Threatening. Dangerous.
Like a proper invader hellbent on forcing him open and making him scream out like the worthless thing he wanted to let himself be.
Perfect. Fucking perfect.
He'd send the man a bloody gift basket after this.
If he had any braincells left afterwards to remember the kindness, anyway.
"Good boy."
Fuuuuucking hell...
The freshly degloved hand clamped down on one of his wrists, twisting his arm painfully and shoving it hard against the center of his back, forcing his spine to bow even more in his bent over position.
He barely even had time to react to it all and struggle more before the other hand shot out to yank open the bedside table drawer, his breath catching as he suddenly remembered the things he'd placed inside.
Anticipation and excitement drawing his eyes up to that masked face to try and see what his reaction was.
König, for his part, simply paused for a moment. Tilting his head in a way that made him look so much less like a man and more like a curious beast observing something unexpected.
The lube was undoubtedly expected, of course.
Maybe even the cuffs and the gag Johnny had managed to lift after a well placed bribe to a friend.
And perhaps the stupid handful of secret little toys he'd collected in preparation were just as predictable.
Purchased shamefully during his off hours when he ventured to town alone for 'takeout'.
But it was the lack of something that caught the big man's eyes.
Something he was certain would be there, even though they'd stupidly missed out on the chance to discuss the use of them.
No condoms. Not a one.
"Don't even keep protection around?" There was something a touch more authentic in his voice now.
A hint of curiosity and a lilt of genuine excitement. "What were you hoping for, little one? Did you want your friend to breed you?"
He clearly didn't miss the shudder that worked through Johnny's body in response.
"How interesting."
They were both clean. Both men.
Both had gone over their last check ups and made sure there wasn't a risk.
But clearly König had thought that this would be a step too far for Johnny.
He'd claimed his experience with men was limited, after all.
Sex on occasion or two, but nothing to this extreme.
So maybe having someone come inside would have been a little too much for even this scenario?
But no. That was the furthest thing from the truth, wasn't it?
"Did you forget to stock up?"
There was a slight pause, Johnny turning his face away to push into the mattress, flushing heat creeping higher and higher up as he slowly, oh so slowly, shook his head.
He actually felt a little ashamed about it.
Wanting to feel everything, raw and without a barrier.
Wanting to know what it would be like to have someone spill inside of him for the first time.
Have one less thing to break his immersion.
Not just a one night stand or a random experience in a back alley either.
Putting some flirty barfly over a bin and having a quick rut before heading back to base feeling only half satisfied.
No.
With someone he trusted.
Even if that someone was pretending to be a stranger.
"Naughty." Was the only word he was gifted with. Low and far too rich. Sending a shiver down his spine and reminding him that he was supposed to be resisting right now.
Johnny once more bit hard into the leather of the glove, making sure there was no room for doubt, and lifted his head, struggling a little harder and trying to yank out of Königs hold as he heard him fish out the handcuffs.
Once more being met with a rough and condescending little laugh that made his stomach twist and his eyes flag.
"Won't need the gag, and I don't have time to tease you... but these..." Cool metal clicked into place with speed and ease, Johnny's other arm suddenly yanking back and causing his chest to press flat against the sheets as his wrists were locked together. "Will work perfectly."
He twisted them, let out a muffled sound of protest that was thankfully met with no hesitation, and nearly choked on a sob as he heard the blessed sound of a belt being yanked open and the bottle he'd tucked away being uncapped.
"I was going to be thoughtful, but I guess little perverts like you like to play things risky, hm?"
He wasn't even given the grace of a warning.
Just the cold feeling of lubricant pouring between as König roughly spread his cheeks, followed quickly by the press of something thick and hot and hard against him, shoving inside and down to the root so fast that he lurched up and let out a sharp and bitten off cry.
Big. Too big. Too deep. Too harsh. Brutal and painful.
He'd been poorly prepared after all, or maybe too much time had passed between him preparing his body and this exact moment?
No wonder König had teased him a bit first, he must've known how impossible this would have been without it.
It didn't matter.
The feeling was far too much, yes, but so unbelievably good that he thought he was dreaming.
Hard and thick cock forcing him open in a way he hadn't ever had the privilege of feeling before.
Making his legs shake.
Making his stomach lurch.
Making his breath seize and then explode out in rough and muffled gasps.
He almost spat out the glove from the shock of it, his only saving grace being the fact that his face fell against the mattress and kept the damn thing pressed between his lips.
"T- ight-" the voice above him ground out, sounded almost strangled, rasping out the broken word with a hard breath and accenting it with a roll of his hips.
Johnny nearly fainted when he felt the thick and unforgiving intrusion stir inside him sinfully.
Watering blue eyes rolled shut, shuddering hips fought to not rut back and give away just how maddeningly good it felt, wrists twisted again, saliva pooled around thick leather, body twisted to no avail.
Christ. Was he drooling again? He couldn't tell.
Would König find that disgusting?
Did he even care?
Heavy warmth pressed down on Johnny's back, weighing down on him and keeping him trapped in place as the man currently breaking him apart wrapped an arm around his waist and slowly drew back.
For a moment some irrational part of Johnny feared it'd slip out entirely, leave after just this one taste of what it could do.
But he didn't need to worry for long.
A sharp snap washed any sense of doubt out of his mind, the harsh thrust and low groan above him making his vision blur and his mind haze over.
It happened all at once. A cruel and brutal pace being set immediately, making his body rock and his stubble scrape over the soft cloth of the sheets as his face pressed into the bed.
Broken cries and choked, muffled, moaning breaking against the leather in his teeth and mingling with the animalistic grunts and shaking gasps above him.
Even through the mask Johnny could feel heated breath on the back of his neck, making his skin break out in goosebumps and shivers work down his spine.
A mixture of pain and pleasure lanced up and up to meet it with each hard thrust.
He fought against it. Both the twisting heat and pressure that made his cock throb with the threat of spilling too soon, and the body that pressed him down.
Legs shifting and losing balance as he kicked pointlessly, body lurching forward and landing prone beneath his 'attacker', trapping him further.
Hard and unforgiving thrusts never faltering as he was chased down and pinned properly.
"No, no." That beautifully cruel voice teased, breath warmed cloth and parted lips pressed against his ear and practically growling into it, "Just let it happen. It'll feel good soon."
It already did. Too fucking good.
But not just because of the pleasure.
Because it hurt.
It hurt so fucking beautifully.
It took every scrap of what little sense Johnny had left to not shove back and up, try to get more, try to take him impossibly deeper as he was practically fucked in half, body shuddering hard against the mattress and bed rocking beneath hard and locked together bodies.
And then the hand was in his hair again, twisting into the short stripe and gripping so hard it made his scalp burn.
He didn't even have time to process the harsh yank until his head had already snapped back.
Neck arching sharply to expose his mess of a face to heated and greedy eyes.
No place to hide. No way to avert his gaze. Forced to look the man dead on as he rutted and grunted like a beast claiming its prey.
"Aw, poor thing. Is it too much?"
Reason fled him. The reality of this all hanging by a brittle thread and snapping as those untiring hips snapped with it.
Every sensation in his body screamed 'ruin me.' 'hurt me.' 'harder.' 'deeper.' as the idea of König melted away to the back of his mind and was replaced by some menacing monster. Something cruel and brutal and inescapable.
Something entirely other. Something that made his body twist in agony and throb in blind pleasure as he fought against him and failed again and again.
Weak.
He was weak.
Pathetic.
Worthless.
A toy for this bastard's amusement.
Not because he wasn't strong.
Not because he had failed in some way.
Not because he wasn't good enough.
Not because he was useless.
But because the man who held him down and split him open was stronger.
"Look at you... Fuck... You look so pretty when you cry for me."
Was he crying? He didn't even realize.
He'd made some damn stupid sounds throughout this, but actual tears hadn't shown up until now.
It was shameful. Something a man shouldn't do.
And the humiliation of it... God the sheer embarrassment of being made to look so fucking meek and helpless... It made him ache in the best possible way.
It felt like he was given a chance to pour out all the frustration and shame openly and without fear of the consequences.
Unburdening himself of a heavy weight on his shoulders as an equally heavy body forced him to stay down and let it happen.
The hand on his waist pulled away, no longer needed to keep him trapped, and moved to tug up the mask just enough to reveal a panting and hungry mouth.
Hot breath fanning over his cheek before a thick and wet tongue pressed against his skin and licked up, gathering his tears and leaving behind a trail of spit in its wake.
The low hum of satisfaction that vibrated against his back was like a purr.
Adding an even less human aspect to the attacker as he continued his rough abuse of Johnny's body.
"You taste so good... Cry more for me, little one."
He did. Choked out his pitiful sobs and cries through chewed leather, drool leaking around the glove and down the corners of his lips, head trying to turn away to hide his shame as that vile tongue continued to lap at his cheek, and neck, and ear.
Then along the corner of his mouth, almost kissing before drawing back and trailing languid licks and sharp nips down his neck, pressing against the base to deliver a hard and painful bite as the hand let go of his hair and both palms braced on either side of his head.
Something was snapping inside of him, twisting up and building into a maddening and scorching crescendo of mewls and near screams as breath was punched out of him.
Tension coiling low and making him throb and tense between his thighs. His rapidly picking up breath mixing with the hard slap of skin and near growls that sounded from behind and above.
He felt himself clench, his body going taut and ridged, his hips bucking back and his cock smearing precum over smooth fabric as his eyes rolled back.
He felt the threat of pure release white out his mind.
His teeth clenched down so hard that he bit through the leather, and then parted as he cried out, the glove slipping loose and falling in a gentle thump on the mattress. Slickened with spit and as ruined as Johnny felt.
Yes...God yes... More! He needed more!
Everything he'd been keeping pushed down and had been denied was finally being given to him in the best possible way, and he didn't even feel ashamed about it.
He was out of control.
He was guilt free.
He was full and alive and wracked with pleasure that he'd never- and always- wanted to feel.
The kind he wouldn't dare give up on now that he'd tasted it.
He could practically taste the edge.
Feel that peak.
Right there. Right. Fucking. There.
He was going to-
But then it stopped.
All at once the movements ceased.
Hands yanking away.
Thick and hot instrument of his torment pulling free.
Body lifting.
Cuffs unclasping.
Empty. Stopped inches before the finish line.
His eyes flew open and caught sight of the chewed apart glove resting just barely out of reach of his mouth.
No...
No, no, no, no!!
---
It had taken all of his control to yank away the moment the glove had slipped free. Eyes going wide and hands immediately snapping to the cuffs that cut into Johnny's wrists to set him free.
Cold wash of shock and concern killing König's desire and knocking him free of the illusion with such devastating severity that it felt like a physical blow.
Too far. He'd gone too far. He must have.
"Johnny- Scheiße- forgive me- I-"
He yanked the cuffs away and quickly moved to grab the poor thing by his shoulder, rolling him into his back and nearly flinching as he saw Johnny cover his face and choke out a pained and broken sound.
"Are you alright? It is over now. We are done, I promise."
He smoothed his hands up Johnny's abdomen, gently trying to soothe away whatever pain he might have caused, praying that the subtle jerk and bunch of the tight muscles under his skin wasn't a sign that it was the wrong choice to make.
"I'm sorry..." Was all König was given. Soft and whimpering and so gut wrenching in its desperation.
It made him want to carve himself open in repentance.
"Oh... Johnny, no." He cooed softly, leaning over the smaller man's shaking body and carefully hooking an arm under him to draw him up.
All but cradling Johnny against his chest as guilt twisted inside of him and gripped his heart like a vice. Hand slowly smoothing over the shorn hairs at the back of his head to try and ease at least one of their torments.
"I am not angry with you."
"I didn't mean to."
"Shh. I know. You did nothing wrong."
"It slipped- I'm sorry- please don't stop. Please..."
Johnny all but clung to him.
It was almost shocking how tightly he was gripping. Digging in his nails and trying to squirm against him to do... something.
Hard and leaking length pressing through tattered cloth to awkwardly grind against his abdomen.
"Please... Please... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drop it."
König's hand stilled, brows knitting together with mild confusion at the words as he carefully loosened his hold, nearly jumping as Johnny took the unintentional invitation and practically tackled the larger man.
Wrapping his arms around his shoulders and shoving his face against the crook of his neck to try and mouth through the fabric.
"Johnny-?"
"I don't want to stop- please don't make me stop-"
His voice... muffled, desperate, broken, shameless.
Tossing all his pride out the window and begging König to come back and take him again.
Had Johnny ever acted this way?
He couldn't imagine so...
The man was a bastion of bravado and fragile ego.
He'd expected anger. Vitriol. A demand for him to leave.
But this? This was unlike him entirely.
Something König had never expected to experience.
---
Johnny was an absolute mess.
Trying to practically drag König back down on top of him and make him continue.
He wasn't exactly thinking the clearest, but he didn't care.
He'd been so goddamn close. He'd been so unbelievably lost in it all. Thrilled down to his core and in desperate need.
Only to be denied by a stupid mistake.
"Please. I can put it back- I'll do whatever you want- Just don't stop."
He turned and snatched at the glove, practically shoving it back between his teeth and looking up at König as he yanked him back down on top of him with an expression that he hoped would say what the gag stopped him from speaking out loud.
A plea to not leave him like this.
To not punish him for an accident.
His frustration only hiked up as König refused to move, his only action being to reach out and try to pry the leather free like a master attempting to get an unruly dog to drop a ball.
"Johnny..."
Fuck. That damn note in his voice. It was the worst thing he could hear right now.
Like a slap to the face disguised as a caress.
Gone was the monster. The assailant. The violator.
The man who was fulfilling the thing Johnny needed like air.
Now it was just a man full of pity.
And it made him livid.
It was an accident. A momentary lapse.
He'd lost his senses and parted his teeth to cry out and beg for more.
He lost the glove on poor luck alone.
But König was watching him like he'd break apart if he breathed too hard.
It was more than he could tolerate.
Anger and shame whirling up into a maelstrom in his chest.
Chasing away the pleasure of it all and being swiftly replaced by his old and far too familiar sense of disappointment and rejection.
He all but spat the glove at the larger man, indignation and self hatred pouring back into his voice and making it a snarl.
"If you don't want me then get the fuck OUT."
It was just like back in the office.
That hand on his face and the gentle guidance, a hint of softness in a world that wouldn't allow men that kind of casual intimacy without punishment.
But he'd tensed, and König had pulled away.
It was just like Ghost too.
Brushed aside and made to feel like a fucking fool for ever considering the possibility of more.
Pitied and mocked.
It was just like when everyone left him behind.
Barely an afterthought in comparison to a bigger picture he could no longer paint himself into.
Here it all was again.
But so much more cruel.
Just another reminder that Johnny was a fuck up.
---
König flinched, something he rarely ever allowed his body to do.
Genuine shock at the vitriol in Johnny's voice momentarily stunning him and making a cold lump form in his throat.
"Go on then!" He snarled, "Leave! I told you it was an accident you deaf bastard! But no! You just have to be a fucking gentleman about this, huh? Well fuck that and fuck y-"
"JOHNNY!!"
The man under him stilled, eyes going wide at the hard and authoritative tone.
Old and deeply set instincts of a soldier snapping to the forefront under the harsh eyes of a pissed off superior.
"That. Is. Enough." A hand pressed down on a rapidly rising and falling chest, pushing to keep the angry body below still and force him to listen.
He could feel Johnny's hammering pulse, feel the soaking heat of his anger even through his remaining glove.
It felt like hellfire. "I believe you when you say it was a mistake, but I cannot allow you to abuse me because your pride is wounded. We are taking a break and calming down before ANYTHING else happens. Do you understand me?"
He wanted to be angry, to reprimand the fool for his outburst further, but a part of him understood in a way.
If it really had been an accident then Johnny had just been denied something he'd been desperate for, and through no fault of his own.
He was suffering as though it was entirely his choice.
And damnit König was far too aware of Johnny's insecurities now to let his own emotions rule his actions.
Scolding and chiding wouldn't serve here. Acceptance and care would.
Even if it was hard.
"Breathe for me. Alright. Slowly."
His soft command was met with a hard glare, and for a moment he thought Johnny might snap at him again.
But, after a long moment, his chest slowly expanded against Königs palm. Drawing in a painfully controlled breath and exhaling it roughly.
"Good. Perfect. Again, please."
König did his best to be a guide, inhaling in counts of five and exhaling for the same.
Watching closely, noting the measure of each rise and fall.
It came more easily each time.
Johnny taking it slow, controlled, careful, exhaling through his nose and attempting to match the other man's pattern.
It took a moment, perhaps too long of one, but soon the breathing became natural.
Bit by bit, Johnny's anger seemed to crumple, a softer and hurt expression replacing the fury and leading to small treks of leaking tears.
Not manly, nor strong but any measure.
But right.
Needed.
More than fair and deserved.
"Sorry..." Johnny mumbled, turning his face away and wiping at it roughly, "I- I didn't mean..."
"I know. I am not angry."
"It really was an accident."
"I know."
"Got overzealous..."
"I know, Johnny."
"... You hate me now?"
That made him pause, his own expression softening to something almost indulgent as he smoothed his hand up Johnny's chest and along the line of his throat, pausing for just a moment to draw his thumb over a red and angry scar before shifting on his knees to draw closer. Cupping the man's cheek and leaning down to press their foreheads together as he guided Johnny to face him again.
"No. No of course not."
---
Johnny might've actually started breaking apart if it wasn't for the slight ease of tension König had facilitated a moment ago. His eyes closing and a hand coming up to cradle the one against his cheek as he tried and failed to stifle a wounded sound.
This wasn't the good kind of pathetic that he was lost in right now.
It was wounding, stupid, petulant, fucking hurt in all the wrong ways.
It was hard to push aside the urge to lash out and act like an asshole to try and seal the cracks in his ego.
Weakness pouring through them like water being lost to a damaged dam.
"Are we done now?" He asked, hating the slight crack in his voice, "Are you... done with me?"
'Do you hate me...?'
He didn't mean to sound so pained, so needy, but every part of his mind felt like it was desperate for some form of validation.
A sign that he hadn't destroyed everything with his simple mistake
That he wasn't as worthless as he felt.
"We can continue. But not yet." König replied, that pitying note in his voice that Johnny hated so very much lilting his words. "First. We need to calm ourselves and discuss how we want to proceed, alright?"
Damnit that hurt to hear.
It was like a rejection and an apology wrapped into one.
Once again König was proving to be the better man here, and that just made him feel even worse.
But some part of his logic managed to seep through and mingle with the misery.
So he swallowed. Both the lump in this throat and the shame. Letting it sink into his chest and trying to deny the urge to allow it to fester as he nodded.
His forehead pushed gently against Königs mask without thought as he sought some way to soothe his anxiety, soft fabric and damp skin pressed so tightly that they almost became inseparable.
"Are... You ok?" Johnny mumbled, not knowing if it was the right question.
On one hand, he was certain the larger man was fine. He was the strong one here. The one in power. Surely he was alright?
At the very least in a better place than Johnny was right now.
But on the other.... He had snapped at him. Tried to make him share in his guilt.
He'd wanted to goad and enrage the man, drag him down into the disappointment with him and egg him on.
Hoping that maybe he could kick things back into gear by sinking to a new low and trying to wound König as harshly as he felt he'd been.
There was no denying that he was being pretty fucking unfair in his blind anger.
"I am. Mostly."
Mostly. Shit.
"I'm not mad at you either." Johnny offered quickly, pulling back a bit to try and catch König's eye, guilt pooling in and snuffing a few of the flames in his gut, "I... Shite... I'm mad at myself."
"I know. I am as well."
His eyebrows lifted a little, confusion clear on his features as he let his head rest against the sheets and gave König a questioning look.
"I want to provide for you, Johnny." He mumbled, looking away for the first time, his eyes looking far too pensive and concerned, "To give you this fantasy. But I want to be safe. To make it pleasurable. To not hurt you and make this something shameful for you... So I want to be cautious. And now I fear that caution has caused you to regret me."
Johnny opened his mouth to reply, but he was at a loss.
Regret him? What on earth did that mean?
Why would he regret doing this?
He'd practically been fighting tooth and nail with the man to make it happen in the first place.
When he couldn't come up with some kind of rebuff to the idea, König continued.
"When the glove slipped free, I feared I had gone too far. Perhaps to you, and your desires, what was happening was not so intense... but I have no way of knowing that. This way to revoke your consent is all I have to be absolutely certain. I... I believed that I caused you harm." A stifled and shuddering inhale paused his words, and he took a moment to even out before he continued on, sounding oddly meek.
"Mental, physical, emotional, it doesn't matter. I have played much rougher games in the past, yes, but this is your first. If I ruin this for you... Am I no better than if I were a real monster? A real abuser come to take and take without care?"
König was shaking a little, something obviously dragging forward in his mind and haunting his words,
"I do not wish for this to be a regret. I do not wish to be a regret."
Something heavy and painful twisted inside of Johnny's chest as he listened, features losing their tension as it all clicked into place.
Well. Shit. If that didn't punch the sense right into his thick skull then nothing would.
He'd been so caught up in his own self pity that he forgot there was another person involved in all this.
A person who might be scared of being seen as a thing to actually be feared.
A person who was giving and giving while pretending to take.
And all for Johnny.
Such a damn gentleman.
Fuck.
Johnny's hands came up, all but cradling the larger man's face through his mask, dragging him closer and making ice meet warm steel.
"I'm ok." He said gently, brushing his thumb over the soft fabric that sat over König's cheek, "You... Fuck... You were perfect, you know that right? Like, actually bloody brilliant."
He watched as König seemed to melt in his hands, feeling a strange sense of warmth and almost relief as he coaxed him back to life with each touch.
It was so odd, being tender like this, trying to comfort another man without resorting to banter and cheap jabs.
Nice though...
Confusing as all hell, but warmer than the anger that had boiled him in such a different way.
Not that he'd ever tell a damned soul.
Torture wouldn't be able to drag this out of him if he had any say.
"It's why I got so mad when I dropped that stupid- I didn't want you to stop- Hell, I think I was aiming to invite you back the moment I had any sense in my head again... I'm mad at myself for fucking everything up. I'm mad that I- I don't know... Failed, I guess?"
---
God. He was so damn gentle.
Accented words so sweet and genuine.
A look in his eyes that could melt even the most stubborn of glaciers that stood in their path.
Guilty, careful, regretful, and trying so hard to get past every roadblock he'd thrown in his own way.
Just to reassure König that he wasn't at fault here.
Neither of them were.
Johnny was an idiot, but he was trying and it made König's heart ache in a way he'd never voice.
His eyes closed for a moment and a slow breath to steady his nerves left him as he savored it.
After another, and then another again, he opened them again and returned the gesture, speaking in a strangely soft and tender tone. "I wish to continue... But I think we should, perhaps, play this game another time."
König caught the twist in the man's face instantly, the clear display of shock and disappointment that he was trying so hard to shove down before it boiled over into another sharp retort.
He could see the moment it failed as well.
Feel that rising inhale as Johnny prepared to argue his point.
Before those parting lips could protest, though, König pressed two fingers against them and fixed Johnny with a gentle stare, reaching up with his free hand to tug his mask off.
"Let me finish." He said softly, nudging between strong thighs and bracing a hand beside the smaller man's head as those inviting eyes grew wider.
König always did admire how much gentler the color was in Johnny's eyes than his own.
Even if that gentleness was in name alone and not spirit.
"I want to continue without the roleplay.
And if you enjoy it as it is, we can try again with a better plan in place.
Something more appropriate for what you really want of me."
It was an odd sort of olive branch.
A way to keep enjoying each other.
But not as they had before.
König had been too shaken by the slip of the safety net to still feel comfortable about continuing their game.
It WAS an accident, yes, but it was proof that things could spoil very quickly.
Proof that they both needed to do a LOT better and discuss things more.
Perhaps König was an idiot as well.
They should, in reality, stop entirely.
But he had always felt a small and secret desire for the man beneath him.
Perhaps it was selfish, but he didn't want this to stop here.
Not when he was also finally getting something he had desperately wanted.
"You can say no. I will not be angry."
He pulled his hand away, watching the thoughts flicker through Johnny's slowly softening eyes as plain as day.
Easily read like written word.
But not worth pointing out.
After all, this was a vulnerable position for them both now.
If he'd been expecting a swift denial and sharp retort, it was a quickly smoothed over worry.
Banished easily as Johnny leaned up on his elbows and let one of his legs fall open with a gentle thud against the sheets.
"Alright. I can do that."
"Are you sure? We do not need to do if-"
"Mate. Respectfully. Shut it."
Königs wide eyed a mildly offended expression was met with a scoff and a gentle pat on his bicep.
"I want to, alright? And for once I actually don't feel all messed up and embarrassed about it-" Johnny paused and scrunched his face a little, "Well... Alright, maybe I do. But I uh... Kind of got the old smack of clarity and such. So... Just... Fuck me, alright?"
He offered a slight smirk and tilted his head a little trying to mirror the same motion König had done so many times "Unless you want me on top? I got way more experience there anyway."
Just like that, with a stupid tease, the situation melted away and relaxed like it had never happened at all.
König going a little stiff and letting out a bit of a stunned cough that could have been something of a laugh.
"Ah- no. T- Thank you." König shifted a bit and cleared his throat, immediately turning his face away to try and hide the startled pink that touched his ears, "Perhaps another time."
Another time?
Johnny seemed immediately receptive to the idea, even if he hadn't expected König to make an unintentional offering.
It was an unexpected but good enough sign for the both of them.
This wasn't a lost cause. And maybe, just maybe, things might even progress further down the road.
If all went well.
"Mind if I make a request?" Johnny asked quietly, running a hand along König's arm as the he leaned closer.
"Of course."
---
"You still ok being a little rough? Not a lot just... You know, a bit?" Johnny's little smirk didn't waiver, despite the slight embarrassment at making the request.
It was weird, but seeing König be a bit uncertain actually made him feel more at ease. It was sort of nice to know he wasn't the only one who felt awkward after the messy situation from a moment ago.
"You can say no. I won't be mad."
He parroted the words easily, offering a hint of reassurance right back at König after all the moments he'd been so considerate of him.
He was still worked up to hell and back, absolutely frustrated, and a bit nervous still. But things were calmer now.
More in focus despite the distraction that still tented his shredded boxers.
That and... Well... He'd kind of been a selfish asshole throughout all this.
For just a moment, a single second of God damned clarity, he actually wanted to consider the big guy's feelings on the matter rather than his own.
Be a damn man about all this and not a petulant little shit.
Of course, when König nodded and looked back at him again, moving to press between his thighs more firmly and make their chests meet, his grin still widened in slight relief.
He'd have accepted the denial.
Would have been irritated and a bit childish about it, yes.
But he would have accepted it.
So when it didn't come, and better yet, was immediately shoved out of his head as König drew his leg over that damn strong hip and ground against him to get the mood going again, he was more than thrilled.
"We can still use the handcuffs, if you wish." König breathed out, rutting his bare and quickly re-hardening shaft against Johnny's barely clothed one, "They did look rather nice on you."
"Rather have you hold me down, big man."
"Are you-"
"Yes. Christ. Yes. Hurry it up already."
"Of course."
Large hands slid up the length of Johnny's arms as he moved them to rest next to his head, palms meeting wrists and fingers slowly curling around them in a firm hold.
"May I make a request as well?" König breathed out, shifting his hips back and moving to slowly sink into Johnny's body once more, letting his head fall forward to rest on the sheets, smooth cheek brushing against rough stubble as he sank down to the root and savored the way Johnny shuddered and shunted his hips up to meet him.
"Y- yeah?"
"Bite me?"
"Wha-?"
"I... Also like a bit of pain. If it's the right kind." He rolled his hips, drawing out another ragged sound from Johnny's parted lips, "And you sound very pretty when you are muffled."
Christ, he sounded so oddly timid about it.
Did König suck as badly as Johnny did with requesting things for himself?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Maybe it was just the moment causing him to be sheepish, even as he began to move a little more firmly and grind himself into Johnny in a way that was anything but shy.
Who the fuck cared?
Johnny leaned up, teeth finding purchase in soft skin and hard muscle, biting down just a little too hard when König accidentally jolted at the contact and thrust at an angle that made his eyes flicker and his gut twist all over again.
He let go for a moment and gasped out, twisting his wrists in the larger man's hold and licking over the teeth marks, "There- f-f-fuck- do that again-"
When his request was met with the same sharp rut Johnny bit down again, hard. Muffled cry breaking against yielding flesh and hips rolling up eagerly to meet the movements.
A sudden and unexpected smear of leaking cum finally escaping and stunning them both as Johnny tensed and shuddered almost violently.
He had been on the edge the entire time, after all, riding the line even when everything had come to a screeching halt.
Even his piss poor mood during it all hadn't chased away the agonizing pressure.
And the moment König processed it...
Well.
It was all the encouragement that was needed.
---
03:21
"Fucking... Hell..."
"Mn."
Johnny did his best to try and push himself upright and get off of the sweating body under him, bracing his hands on the man's shoulders and immediately failing at the attempt.
He landed against the broad and bare chest under him with a huff and opted instead to shove his face into what he considered to be some damn impressive pecs.
Shifting his hips and trying not to take a perverted bit of pleasure in the fact that he could feel the evidence of what happened between them leaking out of him.
Things had restarted in a tame enough way. A bit rough, as Johnny had requested, but not anything akin to the game they'd started with.
Then Johnny had cum the first time.
Riding the previous accidental edge with all the grace of a day one gymnast trying out the high bar for the very first time.
He barely needed a push to topple off and paint both their abdomens in blind pleasure. Bucking up and twisting in Königs hold like something wild and desperate.
Shocking them both with how rapidly it came after the incident that occurred.
And then... Oh then... All restraint was lost.
In an instant König let go of any self control and just gave in.
Johnny's clear and open pleasure spurring him on.
He hadn't meant to, of course, but the lack of any resistance to his eagerness and the blind reciprocation had staved off any doubt he might have tried to cling to.
He spent hours tormenting him.
Hours of bucking hips, shifting positions, begging cries, choked off moans.
Groaning, biting, spilling over the sheets and their bodies in open pleasure.
He didn't even think twice when Johnny shoved at his chest and rolled them over for the final stretch of it, working on top of him as if he hadn't lost a lick of stamina.
Grinding himself down even as he went soft and his legs struggled to keep him upright.
Continuing to take everything that the König could provide with a greediness that made his mind go blank and his nails bite into the wanton little things thighs.
The picture he painted.
Sweating, panting, stomach sticky with his own release, palms braced against König's thighs as his spine bowed and his head fell back, exposing the line of his throat.
Marks lining his shoulder, showing off König's careful attempt to nip and suck at places that could be easily obscured from view.
Eager and lost in pleasure his body was clearly begging to keep taking even as it fought to not give out.
For a man who claimed to have never bottomed before, Johnny took to it like he was made for the task, and God help them both if König didn't enjoy every damned second of it.
He was perfect. So unbelievably perfect.
When König came, rutting up so hard that Johnny toppled forward and landed heavy against his chest, he wrapped his arms around him, holding him in place as he thrust through the waves of pleasure.
Not letting up until the man riding him was choking out overwhelmed sobs and chasing after him in what was likely his very first dry orgasm.
And then it all ended.
Both men winded, clinging, gasping.
Silence filling the room save for their tangled breaths until Johnny uttered his exhausted little curse.
He smoothed his hands down that beautiful and sweat sheened back, pressing his lips against Johnny's matted hair and let out a content hum as he practically burrowed against him.
"Are you alright?" He murmured, massaging, gently kissing, holding tightly.
It was oddly domestic.
Given the grace of being acted out thanks to them both being too exhausted to consider how it looked.
Who knew if they'd succumb to something so intimate again after this?
Could either of them be blamed for letting it happen so carelessly?
"Mnnh. I feel like I got hit by a truck." Johnny muttered, turning his face a bit to bite at Königs chest.
Perhaps an attempt at vengeance.
Though it just made the larger man laugh softly.
"Is that good or bad?"
"Good. But my damn legs say otherwise."
"Aw, do you want me to kiss them better, little Soap?"
Johnny let out a grumble and bit down again, this time a little harder and earning a soft grunt from the man under him.
"Keep talking and I'll knock your block off."
König's laughter was louder this time around, earning him a weak jab to the ribs as Johnny gave another grumpy sound and tried to roll off of him, feeling König almost slip free of his body and bring an end to their little cockwarming session before being immediately stopped by a firm embrace.
"Oh no, none of that."
He tried to squirm, naturally, barely being able to budge himself between Königs tight hold and his exhausted limbs "G'off me, big bastard."
"No. I like holding people afterwards. So- what was your wording? 'Respectfully. Shut it'?"
He let out a scoff, thumping his head back onto König's chest and continuing to indulge in his indignant grumbles.
"Fucking softie. Remind me not to spar with you. Probably have a death grapple that would strangle me."
"I prefer to pin and smother."
That got him a little snort and a half hearted glare over the top of his chest,
"Yeah, I picked up on that." Considering that he'd spent a good majority of the night with his chest mashed against him, König suspected Johnny wasn't exactly avoiding imagining the idea. "Speaking of, I think next time we'll need to rent a room or something off base. Think I heard someone banging against the wall at some point and shouting at us."
"Next time?"
"Aye. Next time."
"Then... I take it you enjoyed yourself? Despite the mishap?" There was an almost pleased note to the man's voice as he watched Johnny, lifting a hand to tease at his hair, the action granting him a small and appreciative hum before Johnny seemed to regain himself and bat it away.
"I got rules."
"Oh?"
"This stays casual. And you don't breathe a damn word of it to anyone. Got it?" A sharp jab of a finger was aimed between König's eyes, punctuating the demand, "You're all about boundaries and shite. So I'm expecting you to button your yap and follow mine."
He tilted his head back to rest on the pillows, seeming to consider the sentiment.
König was going to agree, of course, that wasn't in question.
But he liked the way Johnny kept those stern and expectant eyes on him. He could hardly be blamed for wanting to enjoy the moment.
"Alright. I have one of my own."
"Oh goodie. Go on then."
"No one else gets to have you for as long as we continue these meet ups."
A pause. A confused blink. "You what?"
"I am a selfish man, Johnny, and I rather enjoyed this. So if we continue..."
A hand skimmed down Johnny's back, moving to give his ass a playful squeeze, low laugh rumbling in his chest as the man let out an indignant sound and smacked his side again in retaliation, "I get to keep you to myself. Understood?"
---
Johnny, admittedly, wasn't entirely against the idea.
It would certainly have its benefits.
The biggest of all being that he wouldn't be playing the 'gaydar' game from this point on.
One of the most annoying parts of all this was trying to parse out if the man he flirted at was actually interested or just leaning into what was assumed to be risque banter.
Not like they were stationed near bars that catered specifically to men like him.
And, unfortunately, Ghosts rejection had made him question his people reading skills a lot more lately.
So wasn't this a great offer?
He could just shoot the big man a text and they'd meet up for fun.
No need to go hunting for a tipsy bar fly and a guarantee that he'd always have someone around to press him down and fuck him into his mattress. Or any other surface they had in mind.
Best of all, König had a better idea than anyone about what Johnny would be after in the future, AND likely be enthusiastic to deliver.
Still though. Being exclusive after a single messy, if not annoyingly negotiated, rendezvous seemed a bit... Much?
"Expect me to call you my boyfriend next?" He asked, giving König a teasing smirk that was more for show than anything else. A strange feeling churning in his stomach.
König, for his part, simply snorted and offered a grin. Giving Johnny another pat on the ass as he spoke.
"No. Nothing so official. I simply want to know I can have you when I please. You being in bed with someone less impressive would pose an issue to that desire."
That. And he had a terrible jealousy streak. Not that Johnny knew it.
König certainly wasn't going to make mention of it this early.
And he was clearly too busy enjoying the slight creep of interest in Johnny's expression to bother explaining the important little detail.
"So, we WILL keep it casual then?"
"Mn. Casual." For now.
"Right. Well..." Johnny took his turn to consider, weighing out the pros and cons.
It wasn't exactly the outcome he'd expected. But it wasn't an idea he hated, weirdly enough.
It wasn't like he couldn't just rip the bandaid off and put this to a stop in the future. Right?
Yeah. If he got bored, or uncomfortable, or just not up for it anymore, he'd tell König it was off.
Though he wasn't entirely certain if or when they actually made mention of it being on...
Plus. There was a smaller part of him, a deeply buried and slightly petty part, that knew agreeing to this would mean a sort of secret revenge against Ghost.
He'd rejected an attempt at a real relationship.
Not because he wasn't into men, but apparently because he "didn't get involved with teammates."
A genuinely smart choice, sure, but it didn't change that it had rubbed Johnny in all the wrong ways.
It wasn't like he'd ever know anyway, but Johnny would.
And that was a damn delightful idea to him and his less than still undamaged ego.
"Why not?" He sighed after a long moment, resting his chin on König's chest once more and giving the man a cocky smile, "What's the harm?"
If only he knew.