Ghost sat on one side of the bar, downing a shot of tequila and groaning at the taste. Soap was right, it does taste like dog piss. The bar itself wasn't too busy, few patrons, dark, quiet, just the way he liked it, though the jukebox had been playing What's New Pussycat for the last hour. He's not sure what idiot had the spare change to do that but he was sure he'd punch them if he found out who. His life had been quiet for a few weeks, a bit too quiet, the lack of action made him anxious. Echoes of gunshots and screaming, grenades going off, and rubble crumbling all around him filled his dreams and gave him nightmares. He woke up not even an hour ago drenched in sweat, his hand clenched around his pistol firmly, breathing heavily yet shakily, it took a long moment to remember where he was and even longer to calm the shake in his hands. He contemplated messaging Soap but remembered he was hanging out with friends, he didn't want to disturb his night with his problems so he went to the bar instead, which wasn't a good idea considering he's sure he's heard that damn kitty song about 20 times now. He groaned, knocking back another shot, he's going to hear that fucking song in his dreams.

The bartender slid him a glass of whiskey on the rocks, Ghost looked at it in confusion.

"I didn't order this," he muttered.

"It's from that guy." She motioned to the other end of the bar counter where a man dressed in a black hood and black shirt, the rest of him hidden behind the counter, sat. The guy had a calm demeanor about him, too calm even. The hood's eyeholes held darkness if not for the piercing white of his sclera surrounding his black irises, or were they just large black pupils, he couldn't tell. It felt like he was peering into his very soul. It was a gaze that he'd only seen in the military, it was scarier than Price's when he's angry, and it sent shivers down his spine.

Yet he was curious, in an unlikely way.

Ghost's mysterious and quiet nature attracted many women to his side, women who bought him drinks, flirted with him, tried to seduce him with their bodies, but no man had tried. Men would scamper away when he looked at them, cower when he stood up, or glare at him from a distance where he couldn't reach them, like the cowards they all were, all except this man. This guy looked like he could devour him if he wasn't careful, an imposing figure that he couldn't get out from the shadow of no matter how hard he ran, a lion stalking its prey, and the whiskey was his bait. Ghost felt like he wasn't there for a friendly chat, you don't buy someone else a drink for that purpose, he wanted him, he wanted him to take his bait, to get closer to him, and Ghost knew this trick, but maybe, just maybe, he was feeling reckless enough to tussle with this lion.

Ghost nodded to the bartender as she walked away, picking up the glass and standing from his seat to walk to the man's side. He could see him shift in his seat, leaning more on the counter as he approached as if expecting him. He sat on his left side, turning his body to the hooded man as he leaned on the counter, setting his drink on its surface.

"Thanks for the drink," he said, a light chuckle leaving his lips, "How'd you know to get my favourite?"

The man laughed softly, a laugh that seemed to reverberate in his chest, "I just had a feeling, you look like a whiskey guy." A thick German accent weighed on his words like a sack of bricks, his voice was much higher than he expected but it had a roughness to it that scratched his brain in a good way, he couldn't help but smirk as he talked.

"And it looked like you needed some company." He added.

Ghost rose a brow at him, wanting him to elaborate.

The man chuckled, "Big guy like you out here by yourself, a slight tremor in your hand drinking liquor you don't like? Sounds like a guy that needs company." He could see the bottom of his eyes curling upwards as if he was smiling.

Ghost was taken aback for a moment, his eyes holding a confused glint. He could tell all of that from so far away?

"You got some good eyes." He muttered, gripping his glass a bit tighter.

The man tilted his head to the side, his hidden smile growing more and more, "So, will you let me give you some company?" He asked, leaning onto the counter more, his figure imposing even while sitting.

Ghost chuckled to himself, his impatience evident but charming, normally he wouldn't indulge in such behaviour but this man felt...different. Almost like he wanted him to be impatient for him.

"Gimme a name first, mate, and tell me what kind of company you're talking," he leaned back in his seat, a smug look in his eye as he saw the man's eye twitch. Clearly, he wasn't expecting him to make him wait, but waiting was what he was good for.

"König," he said finally as if racking his brain for a suitable name, he took his own drink in hand, something with a strong herbal scent with ice, running his thumb along the rim of the glass, "And it's company that'll have you saying that name all night long."

König chuckled as he saw Ghost shift in his seat, his thigh rocking from side to side slightly. He couldn't describe how mesmerizing it was to watch it rock. His thigh looked like it would burst out the seams of his jeans if he moved too suddenly or squeezed too tightly, and he really wanted to squeeze those thighs. He wanted them squeezing his face as he made him cum over and over again from his tongue, he wanted to bite them and lick them and leave hickeys all over them until they quivered from his mere breath. But he had to wait, and he was good at waiting.

Ghost eyed him as he watched his thigh, confirming what he had suspected, he could feel his chest tighten as the man's- König's gaze rose up his body, trailing up his hips, his stomach, eyeing his chest under his baggy shirt, his throat, and finally where his lips would be, and it fucking lingered there.

"Konig?" He pronounced it horribly wrong but König expected it, not bothering to correct him, the mispronunciation even sounded cute in his accent, "That German or something?"

"Ja, it means King," Ghost could practically hear the smugness in his voice as he puffed his chest.

"It suits you," he chuckled, shaking his head, "Why don't you tell me something in German?"

König leaned back in his chair, he'd heard this question so many times that he practically expected it at this point, but hearing him being interested in his native language, in him, made him feel a type of way. Giddy, maybe?

"Any requests?"

"Hmm, give me..." he looked around their immediate area for a target, landing on his drink, "give me 'glass'."

He let out a breath through his nose, as if chuckling, "That would be glas, or spiegel, depends on the context."

Hearing him talk German to him sent shivers up Ghost's spine. He'd heard German before, often yelled at him, he never knew what they were saying but he could recognize a curse or a slur when he heard. But König's German...even with only 2 words he could feel himself starting to melt from them. He composed himself though lest the man that stared at him ready to eat him saw what he was doing to him.

"Give me...'mask'." he croaked out, shifting in his seat again.

"Maske."

"Drink?"

"Trinken, or alkohol."

This went on for a few minutes, the two chuckling to each other over how similar some of the words were in both languages. Without noticing, or maybe they did and didn't mention it, they started to gravitate toward one another, leaning and moving closer to one another, making their voices lower so they'd have to get closer, so close their knees were almost touching, so close they could see the hungry gazes in each other's eyes. And boy were they hungry.

Ghost chuckled hearing another word in König's native tongue, a vibration that hurt his chest after a while, he wasn't one to laugh so much if at all. He glanced at the whiskey he had bought for him before, the ice was long gone and a thin film of water sitting at the top. He contemplated finishing the drink, knowing it would taste watery but he thought it would be rude not to after all this time. He turned his body to the side as he took the glass in his hand, pulling his mask up to drink the watery whiskey.

König stared intently. Like, really stared. Though it was only his side profile, he could see Ghost was quite handsome, scarred and rough but handsome, and the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he drank made him want to pounce on his and latch onto his neck like a leech, biting and sucking his neck until he left marks or made his skin bleed.

"Gott, ich will dich wirklich ficken," he muttered, taking a deep breath.

Ghost licked his lips as he set the glass down, the watery film sticking to the roof of his mouth, "And what's that mean?" he groaned as he pulled his mask back down.
König blinked fast, he didn't think he said it that loud, "Uh, God, you look really fucking hot,"

Ghost then blinked, his forwardness surprising him for just a moment but his surprise soon turned seductive, he tilted his head to the side, remembering his offer from before.

"If I'm hot enough for you to offer then I'm flattered. I'll take it." Ghost also cheekily downed the rest of König's drink, the sickly, herbal taste sticking to his lips.

"Pardon?" König asked in disbelief.

"Keep me company." He hummed, leaning in closer.

~~~

König practically dragged Ghost inside his hotel room, fumbling with the keycard as Ghost pulled on his collar and locked him into a rough kiss until they got inside, trapping him against the door. They clawed at each other's bodies, roughly and quickly pulling their clothes off, not caring if they tore or ripped. Actually, it would be so much hotter if they did. Their kiss was rough yet passionate, their tongues fought for dominance over each other but the fight seemed to gain no winner. Their jackets were the first to go, discarding the fabric onto the floor without care. Ghost held onto König's belt as he pushed him towards the bed, the taller man following his lead and guiding him to the bed, falling onto it once he tripped over the edge of it, turning so Ghost had landed on the bed first. They chuckled through the kiss, tasting each other, teasing each other, the alcohol making them taste so much more divine. They pulled away to breathe, their chests rising and falling heavily. König sat on his knees, looking down at Ghost as his legs were splayed on either side of his waist, his shirt upturned and showing his muscular body, his scars that accumulated over his years of service, his balaclava rolled up over his nose but still hiding most of his face. God, he looked so fucking sexy. König slid his hands down his torso, feeling Ghost's muscles ripple under his fingers, each breath he took getting shorter and shorter as he trailed to his belt, easily ripping the leather off in one swift motion and throwing it elsewhere. He undid his jeans, pulling the fabric and his underwear down roughly.

"Easy there, Konig." Ghost held his hands firmly, a slight tremor in them, "Plenty of time to have fun, no need to rush."

He felt like a hypocrite, Ghost wanted that man as much as he did, to feel his body against his and to fuck him relentlessly, but he had to mentally prepare himself for that, and at the pace, König was going at he couldn't do it fast enough.

König groaned, almost whimpering, before nodding, pulling his pants off in a much easier yet quick manner.

"Scheiße." He muttered under his breath, the sight before him absolutely mesmerizing. Ghost's cock was impressive to him, he's shorter than him but he was so much girthier, he was only half hard and looked like he could tear someone open already. Not to mention his shirt was pulled upwards and exposed one of his tits, and his parted smirk that barely hid shining white teeth. König had to stop himself from drooling when he heard the Brit chuckle.

"Like what you see, mate?" Ghost had a cheeky tone in his voice.

"Fuck yea, I do...I could just eat you up right now."

Ghost chuckled, "I don't know about eating but you can definitely put your mouth to good use, unless it's only good for translating."

He exhaled sharply through his nose in amusement, "Oh, I can do much more than you think."

König leaned closer to Ghost's chest, lifting his hood just enough that it wouldn't get in the way, and dragged his tongue over his pecs, swiping his tongue over his exposed nipple before sliding further and further down his body. He tasted of sweat and soap with a subtle smell of cigarettes, he could feel the back of his tongue tingle as he tasted him, lapping over the hills and valleys of his muscles, resisting the bite down on each and every one of them and leave his teeth marks on them. He wanted to mark him so badly, which felt odd to him, he doesn't even like being around people all that much yet something about the Brit made him want to keep him, to devour him, to make him his. He trailed his tongue down more and more until he reached the base of Ghost's cock, the tip already wet with a bead of precum, he could hear the smaller man groan above him, his eyes trailing back up his body to see the man looking back with dark, half-lidded eyes. He stared at those eyes that silently begged- no, demanded he went on with what he was doing and chuckled to himself, his gaze locking with them as he slowly slid his tongue along the length of his dick, feeling it pulse and twitch against his tongue every time he breathed. He licked at the tip, lapping the bead of precum into his mouth and tasting it, the salty substance sending a shiver up his spine.

Ghost watched in delight as his twitching cock disappeared behind the German's cloth hood, his dark eyes smiling at him as he felt a warm tongue dribble spit over his tip before smearing it around his warm head. It took everything to not hold him down and shove his dick as far down his throat as he possibly could, to meet his teeth and want to push even further until he gagged, choked, and even passed out, his hands twitched at his sides in anticipation, his strength waning even more when he finally, finally took his head in his mouth. He hissed, not in pain but in surprise and desire, his mouth was hot, wet and tight, it made his whole body tingle and now writhe as König slowly yet somewhat hungrily took more in his mouth, pressing his tongue firmly against the underside of his length, until he reached the back of his throat, lifted his head and did it all again.

"Fuuuck, Konig." Ghost moaned breathlessly, his hips shaking with pleasure, "C'mon, you can do better than that, can't you?" Though his words could be considered whiny, pleading, begging even, his voice was cheeky, cocky, as if what he was doing wasn't affecting him as much as it did when there were obvious signs that they were.

And König loved it.

"Are you asking or begging me to do more?" Ghost could literally feel the smug tone in his voice as he smiled around his cock, scraping his tongue against his tip to make him squirm.

He groaned, almost growled, as he sat up, placing a firm hand on König's head, gripping his head tightly.

"Neither."

Ghost held his head down as he bucked his hips upward, making the German gag like he wanted as his tip hit the back of his throat but the gag sounded different from before, he had slipped further into his throat than he thought, a complete accident, and he looked at him with worry. He was about to release his head and allow him to breathe while repeating apologies but he didn't have to.

König, with great effort, lowered himself the rest of the way, gagging even more when he reached the base. And dear God was it amazing to feel. His worry quickly left him seeing how he happily swallowed his dick.

"There we go, Love, knew you could put that throat to use."

He groaned, his hand still on König's head but it was more for comfort now that the German was doing all the work, his throat clenching around him so sweetly and hungrily, yet so clumsily. He couldn't tell if he was an expert at this or if it was his first time but it was so pleasurable he didn't care.

König couldn't help but gag and moan around Ghost's cock as he forced himself to go lower and lower on his throbbing length, loving the way it pulsed deep in his throat and how his hips bucked into his face. He didn't think he would like this, he thought it would hurt, and it did at first but it felt...good? He felt pain and hated not breathing as he wanted but being suffocated by this extraordinary girth made his head spin in more ways than one, it sent shivers across his body and goosebumps down his neck and made his dick tingle.

Ghost could feel his pleasure rising in the base of his cock, wanting nothing more than to spill his seed deep in König's stomach but there was something else he was curious about.

"Come up, Love."

He gently but firmly pushed König off his cock, forcing a strangled, whimper-like sound from the taller man when he was fully pushed off, unable to look directly at the pleading, begging, puppy look he gave him.

"Too early to make me cum, let's take our time."

"I can't wait much longer, Liebling." his voice was hoarse but he could hear the desire clearly.

"You're going to hurt yourself-"

"I don't care, Ich will dich jetzt ficken. Now, dammit."

König made light work of his pants and boxers and threw them elsewhere. Ghost's eyes widened slightly as he saw the massive shlong that he had between his legs, sticky and dripping with precum. He suspected he was bigger than him, it was obvious he would be, but...sweet Mary and Joseph, he was huge! He had the kind of dick that you would only see in porn, the kind that women and twinks would fight over themselves to slobber over, the shaft was longer than it had any right to be and the head was bulbous and red, leaking slick profusely. Was he planning to put that in him? He quickly climbed towards him, climbing over him and pressing his face into Ghost's neck, a hand on his thigh made the Brit jolt.

"Konig?"

"Please, let me...scheiße."

Ghost felt his body tense as König came closer, leaning over him. Surely he wasn't going to put that in him right? Right...?

"Wait-"

Ghost held onto his waist, trying to make him stop but that only made König more excited as he climbed over his body, straddling his waist. He looked at him confused as he clumsily sat on his waist, his thighs squeezing either side of his waist as he hunched over him, his breaths heavy and shaky.

"Just...let me...."

König reached behind him, grabbing Ghost's dick and lining him up with his entrance, he realised what he was about to do and stopped his hands, grabbing them and holding them to his chest.

"Calm down, dammit!" König flinched at his voice but quickly groaned.

Ghost didn't think he would be so needy for him, the look he saw in the bar was of hunger, pure insatiable hunger to devour him, but he didn't think the hunger was this bad, this...aggressive. But this hunger excited him so fucking much. He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt König grinding against his dick, moving along the underside of his cock, he could feel his ass twitching and practically leaking. Jesus Christ, this man was going to be the end of him.

Without a word, Ghost stopped his hips and pulled him forward slightly, moving his own legs behind König's back so he could lean back on them as he tilted his hips forward, showing more of his ass to him. He could see how his hole twitched in anticipation, a pale pink ring of muscle that contracted and relaxed constantly, almost in rhythm with his breathing.

"God, you're fucking relentless, aren't you?"

Ghost slipped his hand under König's mask, startling the German when he suddenly felt fingers on his bare lips. He gladly opened his mouth for him, kissing, licking, and sucking on his fingers, his hot, wet tongue coating his digits in saliva, greedily lapping at the fingers that reached deep into his mouth, brushing against his teeth, and playing with his tongue. Ghost was sure he'd allow him to shove his whole hand down his throat if he so much as grazed his uvula, the greedy bitch. When they were coated thoroughly he pulled his fingers from his mouth, a bit of effort needed since the German followed behind his fingers.

"Relax, Love, just relax."

Ghost reached under and prodded his asshole, easily slipping the first part of his finger inside. König groaned and shivered as more of his finger slid slowly inside, so easily, almost like it was waiting just for him. Already he reached the first knuckle of his middle finger, his insides were warm and wet, and squeezed his finger in a tantalizing way, twitching every time it moved. Easily, another finger slipped in, and then a third. He kneaded his hip as his hand moved in and out of his ass, clinging to his fingers as the German's hips chased them every time he pulled them out. He chuckled to himself, his heart pounded watching the larger man be so excited to ride his fingers, mumbling to himself in his native tongue as his body shivered every time he grazed against his prostate, begging for more.

"If I'd known you'd be like this I would've had you fingered first." Ghost hummed, completely amused by his reactions to his hands.

König huffed and blushed heavily, his body hunched over and his head resting against Ghost's shoulder, "I-I'm not usually like this...you're just so..."

König gasped as he pressed against his prostate more firmly this time, his moans being sweet music to his ears.

"Ah, there it is," Ghost chuckled in his ear, continuing to rub against it with a cheeky grin on his face, "You were saying?"

König whined, "You're just so...hah~ I hate how you make me feel, wie geil du mich machst, yet I love it so much."

"So you're only like this because it's me? Ain't that a treat." He chuckled.

Rubbing against his prostate one last time, he pulled his fingers out of his ass, making him whimper but his whimper was soon cut short as he positioned his leaking cock at his ass.

"Show me more of this side of you then, Love, I want to see."

Ghost had to hold König's hips steady as the man damn near impaled himself on his cock, only allowing him to lower himself slowly, even if he too wanted him to ride him until his legs gave out he couldn't bare the thought of him actually hurting himself just to chase a climax. So he took his time in letting him down on his dick, grunting when his bulbous head finally breached his entrance, sliding inside his tight ass with a bit of a struggle, which was a struggle against König's strength. König shuddered as he sat with his cock fully nestled inside him, reaching the deeper parts of his core and making his body tingle and ache around him. His insides burn and throb around his cock, even though he was at the base it felt like they were still trying to pull more of him inside. He had never felt so desperate for cock before now, it was a strange feeling that made him feel like he wasn't as large as he actually was. Ghost wasn't the biggest thing he's taken up the ass, not the curviest, not the most rigid, not the most textured, yet somehow he rubbed and ground against his walls in a way that made his breath hitch and his body ache for more. In a way that made him feel like he was floating. König started to move against the cock that scratched his insides just right, holding the headboard for leverage as he rose his hips, the stretch and burn making him moan, only to drop them much faster than he rose them, letting the fall of his weight help him stake himself on his cock.

They both groaned and grunted as they eventually found a pace they both liked, fast enough to satisfy König's hunger and steady enough to reassure Ghost that they wouldn't hurt each other. Ghost bit and nibbled at his chest and neck, his hands roaming up and down his sides and thighs, rugged palms and calloused fingers scratching and tugging at scarred skin as he felt him move so beautifully along his length. His moans and gasps tingled and ached in his cock, urging him to drive his hips faster against him which he happily complied. Choked moans were wrung from König's throat as the pace changed, digging and scratching against his prostate with deadly accuracy. His dick flopped lazily along Ghost's abs and chest, tapping his body every time he sat on his dick. Ghost glanced at it every time it came into view, it was leaking so much, red and looked so swollen, his balls looked even fuller, as if he was already so close to cumming. He hoped he was, he wanted to see just how hard he could come, would he scream? Would he grunt? How hard would he squeeze around him as he came? Oh, he wanted to find it out so badly.

König gasped sharply as Ghost grabbed his cock, swiping his thumb along his slit and making him shiver, mewling when his grip on his thigh and around his cock grew tighter.

"Du wirst mich dazu bringen, das zu tun" he whined when Ghost bit his neck particularly hard, leaving a mark on his skin, he translated and said, "You're going to make me cum doing that."

Ghost grinned at him cheekily, "That's the whole point, Sweetheart, wasn't it you that you wanted to cum so badly before? Where's that fire gone?"

He kept teasing him, liking the way he shivered and groaned in his ear, and how his breath tickled his skin. It didn't take long for König to cum from his hands, letting out a deep whine as his hips buck into his hand, fucking his orgasm out on his fist and his dick, both ends twitching and leaking. His cum spurted onto Ghost's chest and stomach in long white ropes, even hitting his chin. Ghost smirked at how his body shuddered, fucking himself to overstimulation to ride the coattails of his orgasm to the absolute end, his breath shaky and shallow.

"Wow, you weren't kidding." he chuckled, glancing at his still-sputtering cock.

König blushed heavily behind his mask, his pupils blown out as he looked at Ghost. He started kissing his face through his mask, making the Brit chuckle.

"Too embarrassed to talk now? Cute~" He teased.

König heard him but didn't register his words, he could tell he was teasing and it excited him. He lifted his hood up enough so he could lick the cum off his chest, the saltiness of his spunk and Ghost's sweat mixing together made his tongue and throat tingle. Ghost's breathing got heavier as he licked his body

"Disgusting one, aren't ya?" König only hummed in response.

He licked his body clean, lapping at the streaks he made over his chest and stomach, pressing the flat of his tongue against his body and moaning as it dragged across his skin, even licking and sucking away at the bit that hit Ghost's chin which made the Brit groan as his teeth nipped there. König kissed up his body once again, kissing his neck and nibbling his cheek, making Ghost chuckle at him.

"You want more, don't you? You little slut." König felt his dick twitch at the name, still hard and swollen, leaking onto his stomach and ruining the clean-up he had just done.

"And you haven't cum yet," he added, his irises looked so wide, pleading, and full of desire, lips barely brushing against Ghost's, "Cum in me, please, I want it."

His voice sounded so hot, so hoarse and dripping with lust, almost growling even. Ghost could feel his heart stutter.

"You want me to fill you up, Sweetheart?" Ghost grabbed König's waist again with one hand and while the other flicked a finger against his weeping cockhead, making the larger man whimper, "wanna cum on my cock again like the whore you are?"

König nodded furiously, grinding on his cock again, his hole twitching more eagerly now that he had just cum. Ghost directed König into a new position. He laid flat on his stomach, he could see his well-defined muscles tensing and relaxing in anticipation, eager to feel his touch. He laid as flat as he could, hands tensing and flexing around the edge of the mattress, both legs stretched out and squeezed together, toes rubbing together eagerly. Ghost sat on the back of his thighs, mesmerized by the way his hips rocked back to grind his plump butt against his cock, too light for any kind of serious stimulation but the way his ass rocked was hypnotising.

"Fine ass, you got there."

Ghost grunted as he matched his hip movement, smearing the slick, precum and spit over his cock, König whimpered under him again, a delicious whine that tingled Ghost's spine.

"Bitte. P-please." He rocked harder into him, trying to clench around him even though he wasn't inside him yet.

"So fucking needy, Big Boy like you begging for my cock like a slut. An' the sounds you're making, anyone would think you're getting tortured."

Ghost chuckled darkly, prodding his ass firmly but not hard enough to actually go inside him but the pressure still made the larger man whimper.
"Well, they're not too far off, heh." You could practically scoop his snarky tone in your hands from how thick it was.

Ghost suddenly pushed himself back into him, slowly sliding his whole length inside until he reached the hilt, disallowing König a moment to moan or even breathe as he slid back out to the tip only to slam back in harder and rougher than the first thrust. Each pound brought a nice, loud, meaty slap that echoed throughout the hotel room as he drove his hips into König's ass, each slap muffling a German curse and a British grunt. Even with the previous orgasm, König still felt so fucking good and so fucking tight. Every twitch and ripple of his inner walls felt like they were trying to squeeze the life out of him and Ghost planned on giving him every last drop of his essence.

"God, you feel so fucking good."

Ghost slid König's shirt up his back, the muscles there well-defined, covered in scars, and looked so sexy flexing under every shaky breath he took. He dragged his hands up his body, his digits only going upward with every second thrust into his ass, massaging into whatever scar he could touch until he reached his shoulders. He gripped his shoulders tightly, using the new leverage to drive into him, hammering into his prostate. Oh, the sounds König made, a garbled mess of noises that sounded like a mix between a breathy moan and a hungry grunt, and each sound was interrupted and choked back with each pound, making him sound more like an animal than anything. A hungry animal that just wanted a good fuck.

König came again, cock grinding into the once pristine sheets as his hips jittered from another rousing orgasm and soiling them with his thick, sticky cum, though biting onto his bottom lip to silence himself the whines and whimpers were still audible. Ghost could get addicted to these sounds.

"A-Ah, again, bitte, bitte." He whimpered desperately, muttering to no one other than the man behind them that still fucked him through his orgasm.

Ghost didn't respond verbally, only continuing to drive his hips forward and back, and forward and back, and forward and back, over and over and over again, ripping orgasm after orgasm from the German. The sounds, oh the sounds. Gibberish, complete utter nonsense, spoutings of a mad man succumbing to wave after intense wave of pleasure that crashed over his mind and body for what felt like an eternity, and yet König made no attempt to stop him, to move his body away, to get himself out of this situation. Was he too tired to? Too weak to get away? No, he knew deep down he wanted to stay, to be ravaged, to be pushed to his limits and fucked even past those. He felt so good, so in pain but in a way that hurt his body, his soul, so fucking good. Like an itch he needed to scratch and itched so good that when he would dig his nails into the pleasurable feeling until his skin bled. It hurt him so good he was merely a blubbering mess under the Brit, the face of his mask soaked completely with tears, drool, and sweat. And even though his body was screaming for the orgasms to stop, for some kind of reprieve from the constant onslaught, his back held such a tantalising arch, his hips meeting the punishing thrusts the best he could, white-knuckling the sheets and the edge of the bed. He just wanted more, more hard thrust, more of his dick, more of Ghost.

Another orgasm squeezed around Ghost, making the man growl and salivate over the eager ripples and the delectable squelches his ass made as more slick and precum filled him. Oh, how he fucking loved the sounds, they got louder with each orgasm, more embarrassing, filthier, and Ghost fucking loved it. And the way he begged for more in his own way, the squeezing, the pace-matching, curving his back, everything made him love his body even more, and the longer he gave him what he wanted the more his orgasm crept and crept, building more and more, and the fucking delicious squeezing wasn't making it any easier to stave it off. He felt like he could snap and break at any moment, but maybe he wanted to see how many orgasms he could get out of him. How many has it been now, three, seven, eleven? He doesn't remember, the time between them decreased sharply after the second one, not that he cared, he could drag more out of him if he wanted, and he needed to. He wanted him wrecked, on the verge of death even, which was a sadistic and harrowing thought but fuuuuck he looked so good in tears, begging, mumbling, dying, and coming back to life with each orgasm. He loved it, he needed it. His ass shook again, another orgasm, another revival. Can he do it again? Let him do it again, König, you can do it. Good boy.

König sounded different, his sobbing changed, more breathy, like he wanted to say something coherent but his brain couldn't find the words, couldn't find the brain cells. Ghost felt his sadism pull at his heart as he leaned his head close to his head, kissing his shoulder.

"Use your words, Sweetheart~" He teased, his pace unaltered.

A took another few moments but König somehow found some senses of clarity as his head laid tiredly against the bed, his hands twitching, unable to grip the sheet anymore.

"N-Name..." he muttered, over and over again, his voice raw and hoarse.

It was only then that Ghost realised he never told him his name, a slip-up maybe but he chuckled to himself, amused that König even still had enough functioning neuron activity to remember that. With hips still pounding and pounding, he leaned close to his ear, biting against his ear through the mask, the fabric rough against his tongue.

"Ghost." He growled simply.

The knowledge of finally knowing his name seemed to ignite a fire König, his ass squeezing around him with new life, much, much harder than before.

"Ghost," he moaned weakly, his tongue tingling just uttering the word, "Ghost, Geist, Geist, bitte."

Hearing his name in that German-thick, sexy, and completely fucked-out-of-his-mind voice made his body tingle, writhe, ache in pleasure, and finally his orgasm took over him. With a sudden grunt and repeated growls, biting deep into König's shoulder, Ghost came, fucking and fucking and fucking his orgasm into his ass, forcing yet another orgasm out of König who only milks Ghost even more. Unintentionally, on purpose, accidentally, without his knowledge, he didn't know which was true, he didn't care, neither of them did. All that mattered was the riding of their orgasms, their shuddering breaths, their highs, and the contact between their bodies as Ghost collapsed on top of him. It took several moments, much longer than what Ghost was used to, to calm down, his chest fighting to get air into his lungs as his head spun. He was so dizzy but fuck did that feel good. A shudder below him brought him back to his senses, the soft, overstimulated whines and whimpers of the man below him, the sounds still tingling his brain in such a good way. He tiredly lifted himself off and out of the German with a hiss, much to König's dismay, and fell tiredly next to him, huffing and panting in exhaustion. They looked at each other, both looked like they had just fought a storm and lost, pupils blown out and mouths slightly parted. After a while of staring they both chuckled.

"You were amazing," König muttered, his eyes crinkling.

"And you're gluttonous."

Ghost reached over and rubbed his back tenderly, reveling over the way his hips twitched and rolled into his touch even though he was incredibly tired.

"You okay here?" He asked tenderly, a soothing tone to his voice he hadn't used in years.

"I'm okay, just zufrieden- ah, tired."

After a moment, König started chuckling to himself.

"What's so funny?"

"Geist, Ghost, a cool name," He whispered. With great effort, he crawls towards Ghost, he rolls his hood up over his nose and plants a hot kiss on his lips, "Would love for this Ghost to come haunt these bones again."

Ghost rolled his eyes at the dumb joke, making König chuckle, kissing him more.

"Right now?"

He nods excitedly, sliding a hand down Ghost's chest to his soft dick, tracing a finger along its length.

"I'm sure you have more hauntings for me," He kissed and licked his lips.

Ghost can't believe that after all those orgasms, König was still ready for more, but he couldn't deny the way his dick twitched against his touch.

"You really are an insatiable slag." She said affectionately.

Ghost turns König over, crawling onto his front to sit on his waist, stroking himself casually and smiling to himself as the German's lips twitched at the sight.

"Just don't complain you can't walk because of my hauntings." He growled lowly.

He only received an excited whine in response.