*Ring*
*Ring*
"Pick it up."
"Huh-"
"Pick it up, someone calling"
He shook his head, his hand covering his mouth as his eyes closed. You groaned and picked up the phone, answering the call and holding it up to his ear.
"H-hello?"
König looked down at you, his voice was shaky as your hand went back to his dick. He grabbed your wrist to try and stop you from moving. The voice on the other side sounded so faint but you could make out the slang they used...Soap.
You smirked and slapped his hand away, fixing yourself comfortably between his legs. You ran the tips of your fingers from his base to his tip, your fingers applying pressure on it. His hand quickly went to stop you, a whimper getting caught in his throat.
"Don't."
You pushed his hand away and continued to graze your fingertips on his sensitive skin. His leg shook, trying to keep his mind off the overwhelming feeling. He kept the phone to his ear as he spoke to the man on the other side.
You watched his expressions, he was getting a little too comfortable with what you were doing. You brought your head down and licked his tip, getting a sharp gasp from him in reaction.
"(Y/N)."
He mumbled, his hips being pushed away from your mouth. You grabbed his hips and pulled him back, your hand going back to jerking him off. His voice was shaky and his sentences were choppy. You could tell that he was holding his voice back, his leg shaking even more than before.
"I'll call you back later..."
He mumbled into the phone, hanging up quickly before Soap could even say anything back. His hand went to cover his mouth, his voice cracking as he whimpered. Little please's coming from his mouth as you jerked him off.
"Don't do this again"
He whined, his cheeks a light pink, his hips bucking up into your hand. You placed your free hand on his thigh and shook your head, your grip on his cock tightening a bit. You got rougher with your movements, spitting on his tip so it was a bit more smooth.
"What do you mean?"
You knew what he was talking about, you had been edging him for a while now and you were just going to keep doing it till you got tired. You slowed your movements down, wanting to see him beg for it.
"Please...Please I fucking hate it when you do this!"
Tears were gathering in his eyes, his hips bucking up into your hand to try and get that orgasm he so desperately wanted. You pushed his hips down, holding him still. You gave him one last jerk before pressing his tip to your lips, licking the pre-cum off of him.
You slowly eased him into your mouth, making sure to go as slowly as possible. His back arched an arm over his eyes as he panted, body shaking.
"Bitte. I'm so close"
He whimpered and whined every time you went back to licking his tip. He grabbed your hair and forced your head all the way down, biting down on his own hand as he held you there. Your gags only make it so much better, bucking his hips up.
You tried your best to not gag on him, the warm liquid filling your throat and seeping out of the corners of your lips. He held you there till he stopped shaking, his hips resting back on the soft bed.
You pulled away quickly, his cum dripping from your mouth and down your chin. You wiped your mouth while catching your breath. You weren't as much of a mess as the man on the bed, panting like a dog.
He looked like such a wreck...so weak and tired.
"You look so handsome."
You gently rubbed his stomach, tracing his very defined muscles. He flinched at your touch, his legs curling up a bit.
"Liebe.."
You leaned over him and placed a kiss on his sweaty forehead and down to his lips.
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"Take a break, tell me when you're ready for round 2"
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"Round 2?!?"
"Ich kann das nicht noch einmal tun! (I can't do that again)"
