APHRODISIAC POTION | KÖNIG.

PART FOUR.

"Who said you could do that?", you ask him, eyes focused on his half-lidded gaze, you can see the begging, the anticipation - the desire emanating from him. He doesn't reply, but lower his hips back, a silent manner of asking for your touches again.

You don't make him wait - as much as you want to tease him, his thick, warm cock feels so good between your hands. Like it belongs just there, like it was made to be stroke and teased by you. Both of your hands finds the way back to his shaft, wrapping around it and slowly moving up and down. You feel it throbbing, twitching, pre-cum adding wet noises to the actions.

König's thoughts are foggy, he can only think about you and how good you make him feel. His eyes focused on you, on your hands, on the way you lick your lips, on how tight you'd feel around his co—, yes. He wants you to make him cum so badly, it drives him insane.

He'd have never thought about you that way before drinking that aphrodisiac potion, but he is probably lying to himself with this. Because of course he had jerked off to the thought of you before— an embarrassing secret he kept from you.

His cock twitches inside your hands when you go faster, he can feel the tightening feeling inside his balls, but so do you. When you suddenly slow down your actions, and König groans loudly, squirming on his chair.

"No...! No, please! Please, (Y/N), let me cum?", he asks, voice begging and whiny, wanting nothing else but a release - to lose his mind with this orgasm. But you don't oblige, hands tantalizing slow on his cock. "Mh? You need to beg more than that.", you tell him like it was obvious.

König squirm, hips thrusting up and hands tightening their grip on the edge of the chair. The veins in his arms bulge, showing the effort he produce to keep calm. His head falls backwards, facing the ceiling - breath labored that you appreciate. It gives you a feeling of power, of dominance over him - knowing that he lets you do this without questions.

His voice is low, grunting, "Please.. Please, I'll be a good boy, a good best friend.. I won't annoy you anymore.. Can I cum?", he begs more and the words reaches your ears. You lick your lips once more - and faster are your stroke on his cock. He deserves a bit of pleasure, doesn't he? The sounds of skin slapping and wet ministrations can be heard now, mixed with König's loud moans and whimpers.

His muscles contracts, flexing, he squirm. You can hear a gasp leaving his mouth, whimpers accompanying it. You know that he is close to his orgasm, the way he looks at you, the way his hips bucks and thrust in your hands.

"(Y/N)! I'm going to cum..! Fuck, don't stop, please!", he cries to you, and for more tease, you go even faster with your strokes. He gasp, again; before a loud and throaty moan escape his mouth - his body stiffing and cock twitching as he cum over you. "Fuck! Fuck!"

You can't help but chuckle when his hot cum makes a mess on your hands, and König takes a deep breath, his eyes closed to get his thoughts back. You turn around and grab a fistful of tissues from a box on your kitchen table; cleaning your hands first.

"How are you feeling? Surely the aphrodisiac must been gone now?", you joke at him, before you start to clean him off too. You're slow, gestures filled with affection and patience. König hums at first, before he opens his mouth to reply to you. "Yeah.. I think so. God, that was so good.", he says without any shame.

He leans towards you, lifting his sniper hood just enough to be able to peck your cheek. His lips are warm, soft - more than you would have thought - and it feels nice. You can't help but joke again at him, your index finger pointed toward him, a fake annoyed look on your face.

"Next time you annoy me, I'll make you drink this potion again and leave you without help."

He laughs, nodding his head at you before wrapping his arms around your waist to press you tightly against his body.

"A bit of torture would be nice, no? Especially if it's from your hands, (Y/N)."