Duty and Desire | A Ghost x König Fanfic | NSFW

Part 10 (nsfw)

During their training exercises, Ghost and König find themselves constantly drawn to each other. Their eyes meet across the field, filled with desire and longing. As they move through the drills, their bodies are in sync, their breaths matching as they push themselves to the limit.

Despite their best efforts to focus on their training, their minds keep wandering back to the events of the previous night.

They can't help but fantasize about being together again, exploring their newfound connection further. As the day wears on, the tension between them becomes nearly unbearable.

Finally, when the training session ends, they are released from their duties for the day. Ghost and König head back to their shared bunk, their hearts racing with anticipation. The moment they are alone together in the small space, they can't contain themselves anymore.

König moves towards Ghost, his body pressing against Ghost's.

Ghost feels the heat of König's body against him, his heart pounding in his chest. Without a word, they both reach for each other's clothes, eager to rid themselves of the barriers between them. Their hands are shaking as they undo buttons and zippers, their breath coming in short gasps.

Ghost's eyes flutter open when he feels Konig's hand brush against his inner thigh, and a tremble runs through his body at the anticipation of what's to come. Without breaking their kiss, Konig guides them both towards their bunk, where they crash onto the thin mattress amidst a storm of rustling sheets and gasps.

Their kisses become more and more frantic as their need for each other grows. Konig pins Ghost down, thrusting his hips against him in a desperate grind that ignites a flame inside both of them. Ghost arches into the touch, meeting Konig's every move with fiery determination.
As they rock together, building up momentum, fingers tease at skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake

With a desperate moan, Konig pulls away just enough to slide off Ghost's pants and underwear in one swift movement. Ghost gasps as cool air hits his bare skin before Konig rolls on top of him, bracing himself with his hands on either side of Ghost's head.

Ghost looks up at Konig through hooded eyes, his heart racing with anticipation. He can feel Konig's hard length pressed against his stomach, teasing just where they both need it to be. Konig leans down, his lips brushing against Ghost's jaw.
"Tell me you want this, Simon," Konig whispers, his voice low and husky. Ghost shivers at the sound, the words sending electric shocks through his body. Without hesitation, he nods, unable to find his voice.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Konig rolls onto his side and positioning himself at Ghost's entrance. With a slick sound, he guides himself inside Ghost, filling him completely. Ghost gasps at the sudden fullness, a mixture of pain and pleasure flashing across his features.

Konig begins to move, slowly at first but picking up speed as they both adjust to the new sensation. Their bodies slap together, skin sliding against skin, creating a hot, rhythmic soundtrack to their passionate love-making. Konig grips Ghost's hips tightly, pulling him closer, urging him to move in sync with him.

As they grow bolder, their hips bucking together, Konig leans down, capturing Ghost's lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue darts into Ghost's mouth, twisting and dueling with his own.

Konig pumps his hips faster and harder, groaning into the kiss as their bodies smack together. Suddenly, he pulls out, making Ghost gasp in surprise.

Konig smirks, his gaze piercing Ghost's. "Wait for it." He teases, and then lines up his rock-hard erection with Ghost's leaking entrance, pushing in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
Once he's inside, he begins to move, his hips pumping in a slow, sensual rhythm.

As their bodies move together, the intensity builds and they both hover on the edge of climax. Konig's hand begins to move faster, slapping against Ghost's ass in a rhythmic cadence that matches his hips. Meanwhile, Ghost's breath becomes shorter and faster, his moans echoing off the walls of the cramped space.

The sound of their skin smacking together fills the bunker, amplified by the closed quarters. Konig's eyes are locked on Ghost's, communicating a primal need that seems to resonate deep within Ghost's core.

Suddenly, Ghost tenses, his body arching off the bed as he comes undone with a powerful orgasm. Konig feels the telltale signs and follows suit, letting out a harsh groan as he pours himself into Ghost.

They both collapse onto the bed, spent and gasping for air. Konig gently traces his fingers through Ghost's sweat-slicked hair, their eyes locked in a moment of shared intimacy. As the dust begins to settle, a sense of warmth and contentment washes over them both, cementing their bond.

As their breathing slows and sweat dries, Konig gently pushes himself up on his elbow, casting a glance around the bunker before leaning back down to kiss Ghost passionately. The kiss lingers, full of promise for what lies ahead.

Despite the heat of the moment, both men are acutely aware of their surroundings—the dirt floors, the rusty tools scattered about, the oppressive stillness that has been their constant companion for so long. Yet something has shifted in their world; it's as if a door has been cracked open, allowing in the possibility for hope and redemption.

"We should make this a habit," Konig murmurs against Ghost's neck, running his fingers through his damp hair. "There's something about us, Simon."