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The room was still, the only movement was König’s chest steadily rising and falling accompanied by quiet snores. It was cold enough that goosebumps were present on his bare skin, the cool air sinking deep into his warm body. It started with adjusting his position, bringing his hands to fold across his chest, then it gradually turned into him tossing and turning. The constant movement shifted what blankets he had down to the foot of the bed and off his legs. König finally woke up to feeling his feet getting tangled in the sheets, his eyes reluctantly opening as he sat up to reach down. When he noticed how easily he was moving around and that the overhead light was off, he looked around the room, looking for Ghost. Much to his dismay, the only person in the room was him. König didn't know if he should be upset or not, he had a general idea why Ghost would have left before the sun rose. Though it didn't stop the feeling of dread from forming deep in his chest.
Reaching down, he untangled himself from the confines of the fabric and pulled the sheets over himself. König didn't know what time it was, but judging by the lack of sunlight forcing its way through his curtains, it was still very early. He wondered when he fell asleep and if he made Ghost uncomfortable early on. They weren't quite a thing, but were they anything? Ghost had already confirmed his suspicion the night before, but he didn't know the extent of their relationship or if they should even continue what they once had. The feeling of dread grew, spreading down into his stomach, putting the organ in tight knots. His heart ached at the idea of losing something he didn't know he had, the guilt he already had didn't make it any better. König tried to push the thoughts away and get some more sleep, but the thoughts wouldn't go away.
Eventually he gave up trying and allowed them to pester him, to burrow their ugly heads into his mind. König wrapped his arms around himself and laid on his side, setting his gaze on the empty wall. He couldn't stop himself from fidgeting as his thoughts went wild, finding that he couldn't get comfortable. The persistent tossing and turning continued, it didn't take long before it began to upset König. He lasted no more than five minutes before he abruptly yanked the blankets off of him. König pressed his head further into his pillow and rubbed his hands down his face, letting out a frustrated huff. He tried to think of different things, specifically things he liked, but all he could think of was Ghost. His neat blonde hair, his dark brown eyes, those perfect lips that he learned he loved to kiss…
Normally he would tell himself it was wrong and inappropriate to fantasize about his superior, but at this moment he didn't care.. He thought back to the dreams he had and wondered if they were real or if he had made them up. A blush crept up onto his cheeks, making his face burn hot as he thought back to the drawing. That was confirmed real and now he knew who it was, the simple thought of it made his heart pound. Blood rushed down to his crotch and at first, he fought the urge to touch himself. What little self control he had didn't last long and he was ashamed how quickly he caved. König grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down until he could kick them off, the fabric falling into a pile on the floor. Behind his growing arousal, a sliver of embarrassment formed and as silly as it sounds he hadn't thought of masturbating. It was something he tried to avoid, mostly due to his fear of someone walking in or hearing him.
König reached over and pulled open the drawer at the nightstand, reaching in to blindly find the small bottle of lube he had found when he first came back. It took longer than he wanted to find it, but when he did he immediately put a decent amount in his hand. He set the bottle on the nightstand, closing the drawer as he drew his hand back. He curled his hand around his cock and let out a faint gasp as the wet, cold lube made contact with his hot skin. His eyes fluttered shut as he slowly worked his hand up and down, purposefully ignoring the spot that would make him melt. Warmth and pleasure washed over him, washing away any thoughts he previously was having. König's brows furrowed tightly, soft pants and low moans escaping his lips. His free hand tightly gripped his shirt, keeping it away from his growing mess.
His pace stayed the same as he experimented with the tightness of his grip, imagining that it was Ghost's hand instead of his own. The drawing left little to the imagination, especially if you've had a blow job before. In König’s head he was thinking about how it went down, imagining how good Ghost's hot mouth would feel on him and how lovely that blonde hair would feel between his fingers. After a short while, König grew impatient as he delayed his own orgasm. He bit the inside of his cheek harder than intended when he swiped his thumb over the tip, wiping away forming precum. As he slid his hand back down, he lightly squeezed the base then slid his hand back up. So far all of his dreams were of Ghost topping him, but his yearn for topping Ghost grew. He wanted to have the infamous Ghost pinned beneath him, moaning out his name until he begged to cum.
That alone almost had König at his limit, but he pushed the boundaries of his imagination. He went back to the drawing and thought about fucking that pretty face, wanting to see tears fall from those stunning brown eyes. All König could do was fuck into his hand, relishing in the sounds it made and the warmth his own body provided. He hadn't realized that his moans were growing in volume. While they weren't loud, they could be heard if you pressed your against the wall and listened with intent. König chased his orgasm that was growing closer and closer, his whole body felt hot and a thin layer of sweat formed on his skin. The thought of Ghost crying out his name as he came, pushed him over the edge. König tensed and his mind went completely blank, unable to form a single thought as his own cum spilled over his hand and onto his abdomen. His heart was pounding in his ears and he took a deep, shaking breath.
It took König a minute to gather himself again with his hand now laying limp in his own mess, he finally realized what he did. He came to the idea of making Ghost cum, but in his opinion, there were far worse things to cum to. The forgotten embarrassment came back and that alone gave König enough strength to get up to clean himself up. He took his sweet time showering, being careful to wash away any sign of his activities. When he was finally done, he made his way back to his bed, making sure he didn't accidentally get any on his bedding. Thankfully he was in the clear and laid down, not caring that his hair was still wet. When his head hit the pillow, his eyes felt heavy and his body relaxed, sinking down into the mattress. He hadn't realized how tired he had gotten until right then and it didn't take long before he was done fighting to stay awake. König drifted off into a dreamless slumber, his anxieties and intruding thoughts finally quieting down.
. . .
The sun steadily rose higher and higher, the once dark sky shifting to purples and oranges. As the minutes turned to hours and the numbers on König’s clock grew bigger, the sky turned to a powder blue. In the bed was König, still sleeping and curled up in his blankets. Still void of dreams and without a care in the world, he slept the day away. It wasn't until his phone began to ring that he even stirred, as soon as it went to voice-mail it would start to ring again and that process was never ending. After the fourth time, König woke up and when he opened his eyes he was welcomed with a curtain of hair that was plastered against his face. With the phone ringing and hair in his eyes, his mood was anything but joyful. Rolling onto his side to face the phone, he ran his fingers through his hair to push it away from his face so he could look at the loud device.
He debated even answering it because whoever it was would eventually give up and just come to his room, but the idea of missing Ghost calling him was enough of a reason to answer. Just as soon as his hand grazed the phone, it stopped ringing and it didn't go off again. As if whoever was trying to call him, knew he drew his hand back because when he rolled back over and closed his eyes, it began to ring. König’s hand shot out and grabbed the phone, quickly answering, his voice heavy with sleep.
"Hello?" König snapped, his brows found themselves tightly knitted together and a frown formed on his face.
"Woah, König- it's Soap. I just wanted to check in on you, I didn’t see you at breakfast this morning.”
König pulled the phone away from his face and looked at the screen, 1251 the time read. He couldn’t believe that he slept in, most times he had a hard time staying asleep so this was new.
“Hello?” Soaps' voices echoed from the phone.
Hearing the worried tone in Soap’s voice irked him and he didn’t know why.
“I am okay . I have to go.” With that König hung up, dropping his phone onto the nightstand and buried his face into his pillow.
He knew he was being unreasonable and acting like an ass, but he was having a rough time figuring out why. The more he thought about it the more it made him upset, not to mention the throbbing pain that was starting to form behind his eyes.
. . .
Soap stared down at his phone, face twisted with a mixture of anger and worry. Price was sitting across the table from him, quietly sipping at his coffee and reading over some papers when he looked up.
“What’s that look for?”
“Seems like König is in a shit mood right now, he just hung up on me.” Soap grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket and folded his hands on the table.
Price rose a brow, clearly skeptical of what Soap was saying. “Doesn’t sound like him to do that.”
“Yeah I know, that’s why I’m feeling conflicted. Should I be more angry or worried?”
“How about you go talk to him and see what’s going on?”
“Yeah because that’s such a good idea-” Soap knew he was the last person König wanted to see at the moment, but if he sent König’s favorite person maybe things would simmer down.
Without giving it much more thought, Soap sent a text over to Ghost was doing who knows what who knows where, explaining what had just happened. It didn’t take long before Ghost responded with a plain ‘ok’ .
. . .
Ghost had hid himself away in his room to complete whatever reports and files he had to complete. He was thinking back to the night before and overthinking if he did the right thing by coming clean about their past and literally revealing his face to König. Even after they had continued talking and being in eachothers arms, it grew to feel too much for Ghost. He didn’t want to get up and leave, but when König drifted off to sleep mid sentence, he knew he had to leave at that moment. So he did. Now here he is, sitting at his desk trying to stay focused when he got a text from his closest friend.
‘Just wanted to let you know, I didn’t see König at breakfast this morning or at lunch so I called him and he seemed pissed off. Then he hung up on me, I figured you knew what was up.’
The reply Ghost had sent back didn’t really acknowledge the issue or if he could confirm or deny, but it was all he had to offer at that moment. Ghost knew he had to see what was up and he automatically assumed it was his fault for leaving without leaving a note or saying goodbye. He sat on the idea for a moment, moving at a glacial pace to put on some appropriate clothes before he made a decision. By the time he had his mask on, he knew he had to go talk to König.
. . .
No matter how hard König tried to fall back asleep, he couldn’t, the headache with his ever changing emotions had him wide awake. He was curled up with his knees pulled to his chest when he heard a soft knock at his door. König assumed it was Soap to chew him out or worse, Price and neither option were wanted now or ever. To avoid the possibility of making his situation worse, he rolled out of bed and grabbed the nearest mask he could find, putting it on before opening the door. When he pulled the door open, he hadn’t expected to see Ghost standing in front of him.
They stared at one another for what seemed like forever, just waiting for the other to say something. Ghost let out an audible sigh and placed his hand on König’s chest, pushing him into the room. He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, continuing to guide König until they reached the bed. Ghost took his opportunity to grab König’s shoulders to force him to sit down.
“You hung up on Soap. That’s rude and very out of character for you.” Ghost loosened his grip on König’s shoulders.
König stared up at Ghost. “I did.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s bullshit and we both know it.”
“It’s true.”
Ghost slid his hands off of König’s shoulders, not missing the kicked puppy look König gave him. He reached over and took off König’s mask before taking off his own, dropping them onto the bed to König’s left.
“Everything.” König finally caved, avoiding looking at Ghost.
Truly, Ghost understood. It would be hard not to, he had been in the same boat at one point. Thinking of everything that König had gone through the past few months, who wouldn’t eventually get overwhelmed? Ghost moved to sit besides König, placing a light hand on König’s thigh. He eyed the man beside him, he was still beautiful, just like the first time he caught a glimpse. With his free hand he reached up and grabbed König’s face, fingers firmly digging into his skin. König’s gaze shot over to Ghost’s face, his eyes widening.
“If you want me to stop, say so.” Ghost’s voice was low, leaning in close enough so König could feel his breath on his face.
“Don’t stop.” König shook his head as best as he could and he internally cringed at how desperate his voice came out.
A low hum came from Ghost and he forcibly turned König’s head away, planting kisses along the sensitive skin. König bit his cheek, trying to keep himself from melting in Ghost’s rough hands. Ghost began to nip and suck at the skin, determined to leave his mark on König and to show that he was taken. An almost silent moan passed König’s lips and that caught Ghost’s attention immediately, pulling away from König’s neck to capture the man into a rough kiss. The kiss was messy with their teeth clacking together, but neither of them seemed to care. König felt Ghost’s hand slide up his thigh, forcing its way past his waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. A shiver ran over his body feeling Ghost’s cold hand on his warm skin, it felt oddly comforting despite the sexual nature of their current position.
König grabbed at Ghost, pulling the man's hand out of his pants and pushing him onto his back on the bed. He didn’t waste any time before he trapped Ghost between his arms and moved between Ghost’s legs. This took Ghost off guard, surprised that König was taking the lead when normally it was him. Now he was looking up at König who was staring down at him, pupils blown wide and giving him a look that could only be described as needy. König leaned down and gave Ghost a gentle kiss, trailing down his jaw and onto his neck. Ghost turned his head to give König all the room he could ever want and carded a hand through the outgrown hair, something he wanted to do for quite a while.
What happened next was surprising to both of them. König gripped the sheets on either side of Ghost’s head and ground his hips down onto the man below him, a moan erupting from both of them. Ghost moved his hands down to König’s shirt, gripping it like it was his lifeline. He could feel König’s hardened cock against his own and with each quiet moan König let out, Ghost felt like he was in heaven.
König leaned down, his hair tickling Ghost’s face as he spoke. “Can I fuck you? Please.”
Ghost would classify that as begging with the amount of neediness in Königs voice. “Anything for you.”
He hadn’t bottomed in a long time and while he was never opposed to it, he just never thought König would want to top. Of course Ghost would do anything for König, there were very few things he wouldn’t do and this he would do happily. The answer seemed to satisfy König judging by the lighthearted hum he gave as he began to undress Ghost. König was already planning each step in his mind, resisting the urge to jump the gun and dive straight in. König always knew he was a strong individual, but knowing he was able to toss Ghost around like he was nothing made his mind unravel. Ghost allowed König to undress him as he pleased and it didn’t take long before he was stripped down to nothing. König stared down at him, studying every part of him, admiring each scar and imperfection. It was all beautiful to him and feeling the muscles tense under his hands along with feeling the steady breaths Ghost was taking.
He had paused when his eyes met Ghost’s hard cock, his hands resting on Ghost’s hips, thumbs just centimeters from it. Briefly his eyes flickered up to look at Ghost’s face and when he saw that Ghost was watching him, he smirked. Ghost furrowed his brows and reached out to attempt to undress König, but his hands were promptly swatted away. He could faintly hear König mutter ‘impatient’ under his breath as he took off his shirt followed by the rest of his clothing. Ghost didn’t get a chance to admire König before he was being flipped onto his stomach and getting pulled to the edge of the bed. From behind him he could hear a drawer open alongside some rustling.
The noise stopped and he felt König’s hands on his ass, but they remained still. König stood behind Ghost and trailed sloppy kisses down Ghost’s spine down to the curve of his ass. Ghost had no clue what was going to happen and not knowing made his heart pound. He knew that König wouldn’t hurt him, but a part of him wondered how much control he actually had. The room was silent, not a single breath or creak of the floor could be heard. Ghost shifted further off the bed so his feet could touch the floor and he looked over his shoulder, pushing himself up onto his forearms. Just as he looked over his shoulder he saw König move his hands and reach over to the nightstand, opening the little bottle of lube he had forgotten they stashed away a long time ago.
König poured some onto his hand, warming it between his fingers and when he saw that Ghost was watching him, he gave a smile. Setting the bottle down, he gave Ghost his attention again, placing a hand on Ghost’s ass again. He reached down and gently massaged the rim, eyes casted downward as he focused on his task at hand. Ghost gave a soft moan, turning away from König to hide the forming blush. The gentle touch didn’t last much longer before König inserted one finger, the long digit making Ghost gasp. König’s hand rubbed soothing circles onto Ghost’s back as he slid his finger in and out a few times before inserting the second one.
The pace was slow and König was growing impatient, but he really didn’t want to hurt Ghost. Ghost on the other hand was enjoying every second, feeling König’s long fingers sliding in and out, barely missing the bundle of nerves that would have him come undone. After he reached three fingers, König’s impatience grew too much to handle and he retracted his hand, using whatever lube was left over to slick his aching dick. As carefully as he could, König spread Ghost’s legs just a little wider and pressed the tip of his cock against Ghost’s rim. As he slowly pushed in, Ghost hissed in pain, the stretch much larger than what König’s fingers were. König stopped, giving Ghost a few seconds before he continued. He watched as Ghost’s body welcomed the intrusion. Ghost gripped the sheets and his head hung low, a shuddering breath passing his lips as he tried to get his bearings.
“Color?” König leaned over and whispered, nuzzling his face into Ghost’s short hair.
Ghost’s arms felt like jelly and his body felt hot, he didn’t want to stop. “Green.”
“Green.” König repeated just as quietly, as if he was confirming what he had heard.
König continued to push until his pelvis was flush against Ghost’s ass, his hands still holding onto the older man's hips. As he pulled out he could hear a faint moan from in front of him, that was all he needed. König didn’t even pull out half way before he snapped his hips forwards, earning a low groan from Ghost. At a steady pace he fucked into Ghost, burying his face into Ghost’s neck with one hand holding himself up and the other tightly gripping Ghost’s hip. Ghost couldn’t stop the uncharacteristic whines and whimpers passing his lips. His mind felt fuzzy and he didn’t even register the words that soon came out.
“More-”
It was as if König took that as a personal challenge. He pulled his face away from Ghost’s neck and pushed Ghost’s face down into the mattress, not so gradually picking up the pace. The bed creaked and the frame hit the wall, creating a rhythmic thud with each thrust. König felt hot, sweat building on his skin and he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not. Skin hitting skin echoed the room and the room grew hot, loud moans sounding more like a mantra by the second. Ghost realized this is how König must feel when he fucks him and he realized he was missing out.
“Fuck- so pretty-” König muttered, reaching up and placing a hand on the back of Ghost’s neck. “Look at you- taking my cock so good”
Ghost’s face burned and his mind was gone, the only thing he could think about was König. He didn’t know König could dirty talk, but god was it amazing. When he didn’t respond he felt a large hand slap down on his ass, a yelp forcing its way out his throat. Tears pricked at his eyes, his own cock was being harshly rubbed against the sheets and pleasure burned in his lower abdomen. With each hard thrust and the words that König growled into his ear, he grew closer and closer to the end. König tried to hold out as long as possible, but he couldn’t- the sweet sensation an orgasm was calling to him.
Against his own will König pulled out and urged Ghost to roll over who, not so happily, obliged. He gripped Ghost’s thighs and forced them to his chest, hastily shoving his cock back into Ghost. The sight was beautiful, the big strong Ghost under him moaning. His eyes glossy and face flushed, love marks littering his neck with his cock laying hard and untouched between his legs. Gorgeous. König dived right into the brutal pace he was wanting to achieve, giving up on controlling himself. The cries and moans Ghost was letting out was just too intoxicating for him to stop, he wanted more.
Ghost felt like he was on cloud 9 with his knees to his chest and with the new position, the tip of König’s cock hit that glorious bundle of nerves. “Fuck! Right there-”
König cut him off with a quick thrust, repeatedly pounding into the same spot. Heat pooled in his abdomen and he knew he was about to cum. He put Ghost’s legs over his shoulders and leaned down, capturing Ghost into a sloppy kiss as he wrapped a hand around Ghost’s cock. He pumped his dick along with his own thrusts, feeling Ghost tense under him as his climax neared. Ghost held onto König tightly, his blunt nails digging crescent marks into König’s arms. It was only a few more pumps before he came, cum getting onto his chest and spilling over König’s hand. The tears finally spilling down his face while he was still getting pounded, König not letting up until his hips stuttered. His eyes screwed shut and his brows furrowed tightly, climaxing with the name ‘Simon’ rolling off his tongue. He had barely pulled out in time before his own cum mixed with Ghost’s on his stomach.
Ghost loosened his tight grip on König’s arms and his hands fell onto the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to catch his breath. König wasn’t much better, his face relaxing as he pressed his face into Ghost’s shoulder. Both men paused, taking this time to catch their breath and to process what just happened. Slowly König pulled back and opened his eyes, taking his time moving away from Ghost. He trudged into the bathroom and Ghost wondered what he was doing, but his own question was answered when König emerged with a wet washrag. Gently König wiped away their mess and disappeared into the bathroom again, but coming back empty handed. He laid down beside Ghost and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close and gently squeezed him.
“I love you.”