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Sparring with Krauser was exhausting. Exhilarating, but exhausting. He wouldn’t let Leon slip up, finding every opening when he faltered and extorting it. He’d been kicked in the ribs, pushed in the mud, and stepped on more times than he could count. He was enthralled by Krausers swift, calculated movements, but he couldn’t admire him for long, not when he quickly took advantage of his distraction and hit him over the head with the butt of his knife.
Leon fell on his ass with a grunt, his body aching from exertion. He struggled to get up out of the mud, his arms shaking with effort to help himself up. Krauser kicked away the arm holding him up, sending him careening back into the mud.
“You’re getting sloppy, boy scout,” Krauser chastised, extending a hand to Leon.
“And you’re being a dick,” Leon spat back, well aware he was being a bit of a bitch, but he didn’t really care because Krauser was. He was trying his best and Krauser was being an asshole about it. “I’m tired, Major, we’ve been going at it all day,” He whined, taking Krauser’s hand and pulling himself up.
Krauser scoffed, pushing at Leon’s head rudely. “Awe, is widdle Weon tired?” He teased, clasping his hands together and putting on a high pitched baby voice to taunt him. “When you’re in the field you can’t be tired, Kennedy. You’ll get yourself killed,” His tone went back to the same old berating drawl Leon knew as they walked back to camp.
“Uhuh,” Leon mumbled, totally brushing Krauser off. He was being a brat but he was exhausted, his muscles screaming at him for some rest that he knew Krauser wasn’t going to give him anyway, so he could bitch a little.
Krauser moved swiftly, taking advantage of Leon’s dour demeanor by shoving his face under his arm. Leon squeaked, nose buried firmly in Krauser’s armpit. He flailed futility, fists pounding into his side but he was fully headlocked. He could only hold his breath for so long, Krauser's strong biceps punching the breath out of him and forcing him to gasp, breathing in his musk.
To Leon’s surprise, he didn’t hate it. Far from it, he couldn’t get enough. Krauser’s musk was intoxicating, his sweat clinging to the fabric of his shirt after their sparring session. He smelled masculine and hot and he could feel his blood rushing lower with every shove Krauser easily deflected.
“Yeah? Like that, rookie?” Krauser goaded, really grinding Leon’s nose into it. He was just razzing Leon, as he often did, but he didn’t know the effect this was having on him. Leon resisted weakly, tears welling in his eyes as he breathed his major in.
Krauser stopped when he realized Leon was no longer struggling, briefly fearing that he’d suffocated him or something. Leon reluctantly peeled off from Krauser’s side, face flushed and a clear bulge in his pants. Krauser squinted at him, trying to decipher his strange reaction before his eyes trailed downward.
“Oh,” Krauser smirked, grabbing Leon by his hair before he could scurry away. “You did like it, you pervert,” He grinned toothily, tugging Leon’s neck to an uncomfortable angle to let himself drink in Leon’s flustered form. His fists were balled at his sides, not even attempting to cover his shamefully hard cock.
“M-Major-“ Leon tried to mutter, using his title to try and convince him he somehow didn’t deserve to be put in his place. “I-I can e-explain-” He stuttered out, cut off from continuing by Krauser’s rough, callused hand gripping his jaw so tightly it hurt, his mouth held open. Leon tried to pry his hand away, but it was useless when Krauser brought down his free hand and flicked Leon’s throbbing dick through his pants.
Leon whimpered, eyes screwed shut as he attempted to double over, Krauser still holding him cruelly by the jaw. “What’s there to explain? You’re leakin’ in your panties over my fuckin’ pits,” Krauser spat, his large hand still gripping Leon’s jaw painfully. “ Freak.”
Leon shivered, the degradation and his condescending tone making his cock twitch pathetically. “Krauser-“ He whined again before Krause rolled his eyes and shoved two of his thick fingers into Leon’s mouth. Leon couldn’t do anything but take them, thoroughly shut up.
“Christ, can’t keep your mouth shut without something to suck on,” Krauser muttered, pressing down meanly on Leon’s tongue. He pushed further back, the tips of his fingers teasing over the opening of his throat. Leon gagged, tears welling in his eyes.
Leon tried to babble around Krauser’s digits, only pathetic little noises coming out, nowhere near decipherable words. He was so hard it was starting to ache, thighs rubbing together absent mindedly as Krauser ate him alive with his eyes.
He finally slipped his fingers out of Leon’s mouth, a web of spit connecting his tongue to his fingers before it broke. Leon’s thighs were quaking with want. He wanted to fuck Krauser bad, smell the sweat and sex between their bodies, be told he was doing a good job, making his major feel so good.
“Meet me in my tent, Kennedy,” Krauser spoke without betraying any emotion, quickly stepping away from Leon and moving back towards their camp. He left Leon to follow him like a lost puppy, just like he knew he would.
Leon ducked into Krauser’s tent after quickly adjusting himself to make his bulge a little less obvious. It was torture to stop himself from indulging and bucking into his fist till he’d relived himself, but he couldn’t keep his major waiting, even if he was probably about to be reprimanded for being a pervert getting off on his superiors sweaty armpits.
The sight he was greeted with was one he knew would be saved in the spank-bank. Krauser, trousers shedded, legs spread, boots still on, lazily stroking himself as he gazed at Leon with a self-assured smile. “Took you long enough, could’ve finished myself off already.”
Leon flushed an impossibly bright red, trying to look anywhere but his majors glistening folds. This had to be a dream, this was too good to be true. No adjusting could save him from the erection bulging between his legs now. Krauser’s bare, muscular thighs were so enticing he could hardly stop himself from bounding across the room and shoving his head between his legs and breathing him in.
Krauser beckoned for Leon to come closer, a lax, almost annoyed expression on his face. “Hurry up, rookie. I’m gettin’ bored,” He rolled his eyes, thick fingers rubbing at his engorged clit lazily. Leon was nearly salivating.
He padded over to the side of Krauser’s cot, stopping when his major directed. “Kneel,” He sneered, sitting up and putting his heavy boots back on the ground with a thump. Leon dropped to his knees obediently, between his majors broad thighs. He could smell the sweat and musk clinging between his legs, so appetizing he could hardly resist.
“Ah ah ah,” Krauser scolded when Leon attempted to learn forward towards his dripping cunt. The rookie pouted, his hands clasped together in his lap, looking dejected, like a kicked puppy. Krauser brought the toe of his boot sliding across the ground, just barely pressing into Leon’s bulge.
He whimpered at the minute bit of pressure, looking up at Krauser with his sweet, pleading gaze. Krauser rolled his eyes, the foot of his boot resting on Leon’s clothed dick. “Of course a slut like you would like a heavy boot on your cock,” Krauser punctuated his point with a firm press downwards, the thick sole of his boot making it hurt.
“M-Major-“ Leon tried to whimper, his legs splayed and cock positively throbbing in his stiff camo pants. The weight of his major's boot on his dick was like nothing he’d felt before, it was bordering on too much yet not nearly enough. Was it weird to say he wanted Krauser to kick him in the balls right now? Cause he wanted it so bad.
Krauser smirked down at Leon, grabbing him by the hair and resting his combat boot right under where his swollen dick sat. “Go on,” He cooed in response to Leon’s confused expression. He brought a hand back to his cunt, swirling around his clit casually as he glared at Leon like he was inspecting him. “Put on a show for me and hump my boot.”
A shiver scorched Leon’s nerves, his brain totally fried, the only thought in his dumb mind was the need to please his major. He tentatively pressed his bulge into the worn leather of Krauser’s boot. Pleasure immediately shot through him, glassy eyes looking up to Krauser for approval. All he got was derision from the man above him. He ground down with more force now, eyelashes fluttering gorgeously. This didn’t feel like anything Leon had ever felt before, the combination of his desperate grinding onto the hard leather and Krauser’s detached boredom just made him want it more. He wanted to impress his major, earn his praise.
Leon spread his thighs further, putting more weight down on the boot beneath him. It pressed against his taunt balls so tantalizingly, the pressure nearly too much already. He would never cum without Krauser’s permission, though.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Krauser finally spoke, Leon obediently halting his pathetic grinding with a whimper. Krauser stilled the hand on his clit, fingers thoroughly coated in slick, his pussy so pretty Leon was practically salivating at their proximity. He moved his boot away, shooting Leon a commanding look. “Take ‘em off.”
How could he refuse? He quickly shimmied out of his stiff canvas pants, discarding his soaked boxers as well, leaving him similarly bare to Krauser. His painfully hard cock stood proudly at attention, a pearlescent bead rolling down the flushed head. Krauser leered at him like he was examining his form, Leon shying away under his harsh gaze.
Krauser chuckled, the toe of his boot pressing Leon’s shaft against his abdomen uncomfortably. It bordered on painful as Krauser’s hefty rubber sole pushed his cock around like he was toying with it. Krauser let his dick fall again, bobbing uselessly as Leon let out a breath.
Krauser suddenly put a painful amount of pressure on Leon’s balls, lightning shooting through his nerves as he doubled over and let out a choked moan. His hands shot up to Krauser’s corded calf, just barely attempting to relieve the twisted pressure from his balls, which earned him an even harsher stomp to the very sensitive skin and a scolding, “Hey! Off,” like he was a bad dog.
Leon whined, hands falling from Krauser’s shin, instinctively trying to wiggle away from the pain and shut his thighs but Krauser had full control of him, the boot not currently crushing his balls coming down to hold his legs open. It was nearly unbearable, Leon’s eyes squeezed shut as he tried his best not to cry. This should’ve been repulsive and he should’ve pushed Krauser away, but he’s never been more aroused in his life. His poor neglected cock was weeping against his stomach, begging to have a kinder, gentler hand wrap around him.
Krauser finally let up, Leon letting out a strained breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Come on, up here,” He directed, more like ordering around a show dog than talking to a human. Leon was dumbfounded for a moment, recovering from the pain between his legs, which greatly annoyed Krauser. He grabbed a rough handful of Leon’s hair, tugging him up towards him. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?” He growled, clearly getting impatient.
Leon nodded frantically, he’s never wanted anything more. He scrambled up onto Krauser’s cot, hands twitching in his lap at the prospect of being able to touch and please his major.
“Let’s see if you can even pleasure me with that little thing,” Krauser sneered, leaning back and spreading his legs. The insult shot straight to Leon’s dick, spurring him on. He wanted to prove himself to Krauser, prove that he could do a good job. It wasn’t like he had a big dick, not by any means, but he’d never been shamed for it before. It sent a hot shiver down his spine.
Leon quickly took his place between his majors thick thighs, very clearly staring at his dripping cunt. His slick folds betrayed what his face and demeanor hid so well, he was incredibly aroused. He lined himself up, hands braced on Krausers thighs. He looked up at his major for a final sense of approval, only receiving an annoyed eye roll in response.
Leon finally began to push into Krauser’s warmth, eyes fluttering shut from how amazing he felt, warm and soft and so inviting. The major was a gruff, intimidating man, but his pussy was just the opposite. Soft, velvety walls, he was even neatly trimmed, he was everything Leon could’ve dreamed of. He suppressed an embarrassing moan as he bottomed out, Krauser’s breaths speeding up just a bit.
“Y-you feel so good, Major,” He babbled, beginning to fuck into him at a moderate pace. Krauser scoffed, unimpressed with Leon’s performance so far. It just encouraged Leon to go faster and harder. He wanted to make Krauser feel good, cum on his cock and see that cool facade finally fall apart.
Krauser really laid it on thick as he faked a yawn, truly making Leon squirm. He pouted, his sweet puppy dog eyes rimmed with frustrated tears. He wanted to do well, he wanted to be praised by his major. He put more effort into fucking Krauser, spreading his legs a bit more and angling his thrusts upward.
“That’s a bit more like it,” Krauser muttered under his breath, helping out by throwing his legs over Leon’s shoulders. He knew what he liked, he just enjoyed seeing Leon struggle to get his footing.
Leon perked up at the minuscule amount of praise he was rewarded, taking it and continuing with vigor. He needed to focus on not finishing too quickly, he had to impress Krauser.
“C’mon, try harder,” He growled, laying back and goading Leon on. This was just like sparring, the only difference was he’d shed his knife. Their banter was the same, pushing Leon’s buttons till he snapped and took his frustration out on him. He looked forward to that end more than ever before. “You’re holding out on me, rookie.”
Leon was really putting his all into it now, hands sprawled downwards and a few cautious fingers beginning to tease at his major's swollen clit. He was awarded with a quiet moan, barely louder than Krauser’s breathing, but it shot straight to his head. He needed more of those sultry little noises, now.
Every soft moan that slipped past Krauser’s lips spurred Leon on to go faster, harder, even pinching his clit to hear the surprised moan from his major. Krauser was slowly slipping apart, Leon reveling in finally being able to best his superior.
Krauser’s body shook with need, betraying much more than he liked to allow. “You can do better than that,” He muttered, voice beginning to crack. Leon was doing well, but he needed just a little more teasing before he could fall apart and let Leon know it.
“Major,” Leon whined, really putting everything into it. Every thrust was pointed, angled just right so he was ramming into Krauser’s g-spot, trying his hardest to get his major to fall apart before he shot off like a rocket. “I-I’m so close but I want y-you to cum first,” He blubbered, his hips beginning to stutter.
“Awe, how sweet, boy scout,” Krauser chuckled huskily, body covered in a layer of sweat from the exertion. He was close as well, but he liked seeing Leon work so hard to make him feel good. “Just a bit more now.”
Leon basked in Krauser’s debauched state, his usually slicked back hair falling gently into his face. He’d never seen this side of his major, so vulnerable as he spread himself over the cot. It made his chest swim with warmth.
With every feverishly precise thrust into that bundle of nerves inside him and every hearty rub to his throbbing clit Krauser felt closer and closer to the edge. “Attaboy, just like that,” He grunted, pussy clenching rhythmically around Leon.
It was nearly enough to send him reeling, spilling into his major without warning from the praise and the sudden tightness, but he held on, knowing he didn’t have much longer to wait.
“Don’t fuckin’ stop,” Krauser panted, a strong hand coming to grip Leon’s. He intertwined their fingers as he shook, head thrown back in pleasure as he let out a strangled moan. “C-cumming, fuck,” sharp teeth clenched together as his cunt spasmed and gushed around Leon’s dick, coating his thighs and the cot below them in his release.
Leon couldn’t hold off any longer, not with the way Krauser was throbbing around him, tight like a vice. “M-Major, I-I can’t, I’m gonna c-cum,” He stuttered uselessly, receiving a grunt of permission before he spilled into his cunt loudly. He had been so focused on cumming that he hardly noticed Krauser’s flushed face or the mess he’d made of his lap until he caught his breath. “Guess I did a better job than I thought,” He teased lightly, swiping a bit of his squirt up from his thigh.
“Fuck off,” Krauser spat playfully, sitting up on his elbows. Leon finally got a moment to admire how pretty he looked, face red and lips bitten. He reached up, tenderly brushing a bit of fallen hair behind Krauser’s ear. Krauser looked flustered for the first time since Leon had known him, and he knew he’d be addicted to seeing brief flashes like that again. “Clean me up already,” He grumbled, eyes averted from Leon’s adorable admiration.
“Yes, sir,” Leon chuckled, his spent cock finally slipping out of Krauser’s warmth, his cum dribbling out of him obscenely. The rookie leaned down between Krauser’s thighs, breathing his majors scent in. Tangy, musky, heavy in his nostrils as he licked a stripe up his cunt. He tasted salty, his cum mixing with Krauser’s slick on his tongue into something addictively delicious.
Leon’s eyes held firm to Krauser’s icy blue, lapping hungrily at his majors folds. He made up for his lack of experience tenfold with his enthusiasm. He’d just begun to take his clit into his mouth when Krauser tugged him up roughly by the hair. “Don’t get carried away, boy scout,” He chided, moving Leon’s head to his thighs. “It’s your mess, you clean it up.”
Leon smirked sweetly, leaning back down to lick up the rest of Krauser’s release. “Whatever you say, Major,” He snarked, gladly dragging his tongue down his majors thick, gorgeous thighs. He tasted like sweat and squirt, it was almost enough to get him going again but Krauser was peeling away from him before he could even offer a second round.
“Clean my cot up, would you?” Krauser grinned toothily, somehow already dressed again, leaving Leon half naked and soaked from the waist down. He grumbled out a Yes, Major, as he watched Krauser idle at the door to his tent. “I expect you in my tent again, same time tomorrow, rookie,” He spoke with his familiar snide tone before leaving like nothing had happened.
Leon had never been so excited to spar with his major the next day.