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CHAPTER 2
*Karl stared at Bleacher with slightly irritated but amused eyes. The Prussian man sighed and muttered out*
".. Ich bin Karl. Karl Moritz Blumenwald. You?"
*Bleachers eyes lit up hearing the German's name. He grinned softly and held his own hands together in excitement.*
"That's a wonderful name! My name's Bleacher, Bleacher von eliris."
*Karl's eyes widened hearing the last, noble name "Von Eliris". He grimaced mentally. The Von Eliris family is a noble military family. Karl worked for the oldest general there once(Bleachers grandfather), but Karl accidentally tripped and spilled Wine on him. And that wine contained something that the old twig was allergic to and... He died. He swallowed hard and pretended not to know his family. He mentally thought:*
*" Sheiße, I'll get my shit smoothly blown out if this twink finds out I killed his grandpa. But maybe not, he seems pretty friendly. And cute..."*
*Karl took a deep sigh before continuing*
".. That's a... Noble sounding name. How'd you end up here, Musician?"
*Bleacher frowned hearing that. His eyes darkened and he glanced down at his feet before mumbling* "my teams idiotic and greedy. We came here to find loot. But then we found you and your marshal. I'm so sorry for your marshals death, you must've loved him very much..."
*Bleacher whimpered out sympathetically. Karl sighed and nodded. He looked around the cramped room before back at the musicians adorable little face and his slightly fragile build. He wondered how someone with a physical attire like this even made it past training. He swallowed hard, he couldn't deny the musician was oddly cute and sweet like candy.*
*Coincidentally, bleacher was thinking the exact same thing about Karl. His muscular build, his seriousness.. His voice... It was mesmerizing to bleacher. The 2 men stared at eachother, clearly aroused by one another but won't admit.*
*Suddenly, bleacher made a bold move by intertwining his pinky with Karl's. He leaned his head onto the man's shoulder*
".. Do you think we'll get out of here safely, officer?..."
*Bleacher murmured softly in a gentle voice, carrying lingering anxiety. Karl's breath hitched feeling the other man's body warmth mixing with his. He clenched his jaw, not wanting to let out a groan. He was very hard, his erection straining against his uniform pants. He grunted in response and tried to act nonchalant(stop being so casual and suck my dick already gay ass).*
"Ja, of course we will. Don't think that."
*bleacher whimpered in fear, clinging to Karl's arm. He whined in fear and sat on his lap to seek comfort*
"... B-but, what if we don't?"
*the terrified soldier wrapped his arms around his superiors neck, clearly shameless(ohoho we have a brave little gay boy)*
*Karl eyes widened feeling The pretty boy's warmth. He helplessly wrapped his arms around Bleachers waist and rub his sides unconsciously*
"You're so clingy. I wonder how people even put up with you. Just stay here with me.. And.... Maybe I can find how to calm. You down so you can be quiet."
*He said huskily. Hearing his intimidating but gentle tone sent shivers down Bleachers spine, and to his crotch. His cock twitched in arousal and begged to be let out and stroked. He bit his lip to suppress any moans*
".. Officer, you should speak casually. I think you always barking orders at your crew made your voice permanently sound like that."
*Bleacher muttered out. Karl glared at him and growled*
"Watch your tone, you dirtbag."
*Bleacher smiled at him mischievously*
"What are you gonna do?"
*Karls eyes darkened. He sighed and covered Bleachers mouth with his calloused hand.*
"Shush, sheißebag." (I mixed German and english together I'm so bilingual ❤️🩹❤️🩹)
*Bleacher giggled under his hand. He calmed down and relaxed against Karl's chest.*
"Why are you letting me sit on your lap?"
*Karls eyes narrowed.*
"It doesn't bother me much. As long as you don't bite me anywhere or pull me anywhere."
*Bleacher nodded, acknowledging the fact. He blushed deeply against the stronger man's chest. He thought to himself: "man, this dude's cock must be huge. I'm not even gay, but I kinda wanna get fucked by him.."* (ouu shi bleacher u DIRTY boy)
*Karl rested his chin on bleachers shoulder, nipping on his earlobe calmly, intent and peaceful while cuddling this sweet little pup.* ("dude can you guys fuck already" you guys must Be thinking that huh 🥹)
"Hey.. Don't bite, I'm sensitive."
*Bleacher whimpered. He pouted slightly, holding onto karls muscular thighs for support. (Ooh La La)*
"What are you gonna do, bananahead."
*Karl mocked. Bleacher suddenly held karls arms up*
"I'll show you what I can do!! >:("
*Bleacher suddenly, out of nowhere held karls shirt up, exposing his muscular chest to the cool air. Karl yelped at the sudden exposure, covering himself. He clenched his jaw, mortified.*
Ok guys it ends HERE bye I'll continue on ts on Friday or Saturday