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It was a planned accident.
Nikola 'forgot' his suit back at his Varna home. Luckily for him, since he had just visited the naval academy there before flying out, he'd happened to have his parade uniform with all the bells and whistles packed up. So when he'd arrived in Monterrey for the world meeting and 'discovered' he'd forgotten his suit, well, it was fine. His uniform would do.
Nobody really questioned it; nations showed up in uniform all the time, whether out of pride or having come hot off the tail of some military business back home. Some also simply thought it suited them better than plainclothes. In fact, a few nations seemed to exclusively wear them; Nikola was pretty sure he'd never seen Ekam out of uniform.
Aside from Dimitrie, who had just laughed at the situation and said it was 'very like him' to forget a suit, nobody remarked on his uniform. Not a single person seemed to care that he wasn't just wearing his uniform, but was also dressed to the nines—white gloves, silver aiguillette, a holster at his hip and a gleaming medallion for military merit pinned to his chest.
Nobody except for Gilbert.
Nikola had felt his eyes on him pretty much instantly, lasered in on the details of his tunic: the silver-lined straps across his broad shoulders, the ornamental buttons on his cuffs, and the engraved buckle of his belt. Each time they made eye contact from across the room, Gilbert looked totally taken with him, unsubtly raking his eyes down Nikola's body.
Nikola had known this would happen, in fact, had wanted it, but he still couldn't help but squirm under his gaze. He always got a little anxious whenever someone lavished him with attention, but this excited him all the same. The last time they'd hooked up had been at a Christmas party, a year and a half ago. Nikola had Dimitrie, but these past few weeks, something inside him craved Gilbert, and that look on his face only fueled that fire.
At some point Santiago stood up and announced with a grin that he was throwing a party right after the meeting. Everyone's attention was on him as he listed off the types of beer and food being served, so Nikola looked towards Gilbert, knowing nobody was watching him.
The other man was eyeing him, chin balanced on his fist, whole face strangely tense. When their gazes met he broke out into a huge grin, but his eyes were like burning coals against white ash. Nikola made a circle with his left hand and crudely stuck his right index finger through it. Gilbert ducked his head and slapped the table with his own hand in silent laughter, to the visible chagrin of Ludwig, who elbowed him. Thankfully, he didn't notice Nikola's gesture.
When they got released for lunch, Nikola pretended to occupy himself with gathering up his things as everyone else cleared out.
"Wanna grab lunch with Ioan and I?" Dimitrie asked, one hand on his hip and the other braced against the table.
Nikola's eyes darted up to meet his, and he immediately (and irrationally) feared that Dimitrie knew what he was planning to do.
"No, I'm fine, I," he paused for a second while trying to think of a lie, "I'm gonna, do, paperwork?"
Dimitrie stared at him, brows raised so high they disappeared under his strawberry-colored fringe. Then they dropped back down at the same time his lips curled, a mischievous look Nikola was familiar with.
"Oookaaaay," he drew out his vowels with a tease, but didn't say anything else. He left with Ioan shortly after, and once he was out of sight Nikola chanced a look up. Gilbert was still in his seat as Ludwig talked with Francis and Kiku behind him, staring at Nikola with narrowed eyes.
Nikola jerked his head back towards his things, heart racing a little. He fumbled with the scattered papers before stuffing them unceremoniously into his bag. Hot beneath his collar all of a sudden, his eyes darted back towards Gilbert only to see that he had left already. Only a few stragglers remained.
Nikola left the conference room, looking this way and that for pale hair and paler skin, but the hallway had cleared out rather quickly. Had he left with his brother, or gone up to his room? He didn't know what room he was staying in...maybe he would find him outside...
Nikola started his way towards the hotel exit, still puzzling over where Gilbert could have gone, when to his left a door was suddenly thrown open. A pair of strong hands grabbed at his shoulders, and with inhuman strength pulled him into the spare room lightning-fast.
Nikola was not proud of the noise he made when all this happened in the space of a single second, but any more were thankfully cut off when chapped lips pressed to his, and an eager tongue forced its way into his mouth.
It was always frantic with Gilbert, these on-and-off hook-ups over the years. Nikola could always count on him to be enthusiastic from the get-go, no hours of flirting and foreplay required. It was why he still indulged himself in this, in him.
Gilbert's mouth moved against his bruisingly hard, more like a struggle for dominance than an act of passion. He was touching Nikola all over, hands jumping from his shoulders to his forearms, then his hips and his neck like he couldn't get enough of him.
"Fucking tease," Gilbert chastised when they pulled away, some odd mix of pride and annoyance and lust contorting his angular features. "Fucking whore. If you wanted me so bad you could've just asked."
"You're trying to jump my bones right now," Nikola said, a little breathless. "But yes, I did this on purpose."
"Good. That's good." Gilbert pulled at Nikola's lapels, eyes hungrily dragging across his torso. "I was hoping you would."
It was bait, of course it had been bait, and of course Nikola had fallen for it. How else was he supposed to react to the admission, the last time they'd done this so many months ago, that Gilbert thought his uniform was 'unfairly hot'? And it had obviously worked; Nikola fell for Gilbert's trap, and Gilbert had fallen for his, warm body pressed too close against his in a spare conference room.
Deft fingers moved up to his collar, one worming its way under his snug tie as Nikola leaned against a table housing a coffee machine directly behind him. Gilbert adjusted it briefly before suddenly pulling hard—forcing Nikola's head up, their lips now so close that he felt that if he swiped his tongue out, he could successfully capture Gilbert's mouth.
"You're going to wear this more often," the other man commanded. It was constricting tightly around Nikola's throat, and even if it wasn't, who was he to argue?
"Da," he obliged. He couldn't help the teasing tone of voice he took on next: "If it continues to make you this horny."
Gilbert let go of his tie then, and the intense look on his face passed, though it remained equally as lustful. A lecherous grin tugged at his lips, but his shoulders were incredibly stiff, almost like he was holding back. When he slid his hands down Nikola's front, he noticed that a tent had already formed in his pants. Nikola was on his way to pitching his own.
"Needs more medals," Gilbert noted, voice casual like he was making a simple suggestion, and not currently feeling Nikola up.
"Someone would've said something if I wore all my medals."
"Mm. But it would've looked good." His fingers glided back up the smooth, dark material of his uniform before tracing the contours of his chest, which had gotten a bit softer these past few months. "And you've gained weight."
Embarrassed by this comment, color flooded his cheeks. He did have more trouble than usual buttoning up the dress shirt beneath his tunic this morning. "I like banitza too much."
"I didn't say it was a bad thing." Gilbert didn't sound at all like he was just placating him or backpedaling—his voice was undeniably dripping with want as his hands dropped to the belt at Nikola's waist. Without further comment Gilbert unbuckled it and pulled it off, holster and all.
"How much time before we have to go back?" Nikola asked, watching him turn to place it on the long wooden table taking up most of the room. When Gilbert turned back he smirked.
"Enough."
Gilbert groped him again, hands sliding up his sides, over his chest and to his neck. He then lowered them more towards his middle, touch teasing, before he began to slowly and painstakingly unbutton his tunic. Almost like he didn't actually want to take it off of him at all.
Nikola placed his hands on Gilbert's hips, a silent question that he couldn't voice out loud on the tip of his tongue; he was always just a little too anxious to communicate his desires with anyone that wasn't Dimitrie, and it was for this reason he enjoyed Gilbert as a partner so much. He was too forward, too keen to act on his own instincts, but he wasn't a mindreader, so when his eyes flickered up towards Nikola's, curiosity sparked in them amidst their heat.
"What?" he asked, pulling his jacket open, and Nikola swallowed.
"Can you suck me off," he managed to get out, and Gilbert blinked before smiling.
"Sure," he said, eyes lowering to Nikola's chest again, and he couldn't describe his tone as anything other than depraved. "Let me have my fun first, though."
Next his tie was pulled off, discarded carelessly on the coffee table, and from there Nikola's white shirt was practically ripped open. He didn't slow down once; each button he had to tear through seemed to spur him on even more until he was pulling it apart, revealing Nikola's torso to him.
Gilbert leaned into him as soon as his skin was exposed, pressing his lips to Nikola's neck. He mouthed up against his jaw, hot and wet, fingers splaying across the dark hair on his chest before groping him there some more. Nikola tilted his head back, a hum of approval vibrating in his throat.
From there Gilbert traveled downards, lips warm and teeth grazing his skin as he left behind a trail of open-mouthed kisses. His left hand moved down to Nikola's hip, and his right pulled harder at his shirt, almost like he was trying to rip it off his body. When he reached a nipple Nikola gasped, cock throbbing with heat between his legs.
Gilbert dragged his tongue across the sensitive area, and though it seemed for a moment he wanted to languish there he continued his journey down. Each sloppy kiss pressed across his abdomen and along his happy trail had his stomach jumping, ticklish. The lower he got the wetter it became, until only a few inches above his trousers he was practically sucking onto the skin of Nikola's stomach, teeth kneading his flesh.
He was on his knees by this point, gaze heady as both hands gripped Nikola's hips. He trailed his tongue down the remaining centimeters from the bruise he'd just left behind to the top of his trousers. When he hooked his fingers into their waistband, Nikola's blood grew hotter in his veins.
Gilbert pulled back only a few centimeters, breathing shallow as he tugged his trousers down. His eyes were fixated on Nikola's crotch until his cock, hard and hot and trapped tight beneath the confines of black underwear, was revealed.
Gilbert glanced up to meet Nikola's gaze, an expression so intensely horny on his features that it made a shudder run down his spine. The other man did not break eye contact when he leaned forward, mouthing wetly at the front of his underwear. His lips found the head of his cock, and even through the material Nikola could feel his tongue, hot and eager.
"Nice," Nikola said, and then immediately clenched his teeth lest he say anything else stupid. Dimitrie always teased him for it, but fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on who you asked) Gilbert was also prone to saying stupid things during sex.
"Tastes good," he breathed, an exhale so heavy that Nikola felt his hot breath against the ticklish skin of his abdomen.
"What," he mumbled, horny but confused. "My underwear?"
Gilbert's eyes flickered quickly to the side and then back, lips still pressed against Nikola's clothed cock. "Yyyeah?"
Dirty talk was not one of their strong suits. But it was alright, because Gilbert had other, better uses for his mouth.
He pulled Nikola's underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free, wasting no time in grabbing him and giving a few pumps. Nikola groaned, dragging a gloved hand down his sweaty face.
Gilbert's fingers, already slick with pre, traced upwards alongside his cock before grabbing at his tip. He rubbed his thumb right beneath his head, and darted his tongue out to drag it alongside a vein. In his eagerness he was already making a mess, lips shining with spit and a few droplets staining his collar—a view which Nikola liked quite a lot, actually.
Gilbert pressed Nikola's cock close to his face, smearing pre against his cheek now. He was squeezing his head, index finger digging into his slit as he kissed his tip sloppily. He'd gotten much better at using his mouth over the years, knowing that heaping Nikola's cock with attention like this was his favorite way to get off.
Nikola's whole face felt flushed, sweat beading down his neck and the skin of his chest. It was getting hot in here, too hot actually, so he made as if to finally shrug off his jacket and shirt. However, the moment he noticed the tunic coming off his shoulders Gilbert stopped and said,
"Nein."
They made eye contact, Gilbert's blood-colored stare severe, but his lips parted and wet, panting with Nikola's cock so close to his mouth.
"It's hot," Nikola said.
"It's hot," Gilbert stressed. As if to incentivize him to keep it on, he adjusted his head, tongue swirling around Nikola's tip and gaze never breaking away from his. Nikola relented and leaned against the table once more, and in his satisfaction Gilbert stroked his fingers languidly down his cock before cupping his balls.
A groan escaped Nikola's teeth, clenched once more, as Gilbert finally took him into his mouth, cheeks hollow and lips stretching around his girth. His fingers curled into the wood behind him, working hard to try and maintain his composure and not fall apart from the heat. The uniform provided some mental anchor, its familiar weight against his skin also a reminder that he could not falter, but it was very, very hard with the way Gilbert's hot tongue was lapping at him.
Callused fingers groped his balls, squeezing and stroking with no rhyme or reason other than wringing little whines from Nikola as he struggled not to come completely undone. It was rough, too rough, but one got used to that sort of thing with Dimitrie as their partner, so he ended up only craving more.
And more came; Gilbert pulled off of him, panting, before pressing closer into Nikola, nosing against his crotch and breath heated against his sack. His left thumb smeared pre across his tip, and the fingers of his right hand pulled his trousers down just a little further to take one of his balls into his mouth, tongue dragging roughly across hot skin.
Nikola had lasted much longer than he thought he would, but it was inevitable he would cave. He moaned, hunching over Gilbert a little and a white-gloved hand moving to cradle his face in approval, pressing him even closer against his groin.
The filthy obscene noises of his hand jerking him off as he suckled on his balls seemed to fully occupy every corner of Nikola's mind, unconcerned with his own gasps and whines in this empty conference room. If someone pressed their ear to the door, they would no doubt hear the way Gilbert was worshipping his cock, and the way Nikola was rapidly falling apart.
"I'm going to cum," he was lucid enough to warn Gilbert, who pulled away from him, turning his head until his hot lips were mouthing wetly against Nikola's gloved palm.
"Give me an order," his words were a moan, but also a command of their own. Nikola did not need to be told twice; he was good at obeying. He swallowed, focusing hard on sounding clear even as Gilbert continued to stroke him.
"Suck my cock," Nikola instructed him, before inflecting his vowels with something more authoritative: "And swallow my seed."
"Yes sir," Gilbert acquiesced, tone almost longing, and took his head into his mouth again Just as good, perhaps even better, at performing obedience. The deliciously filthy slurping noises that followed were enough to push Nikola over the edge.
He came with a gasp, hips quivering as Gilbert jerked him off through his orgasm. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth, unable to tear his gaze away from the man lavishing his tip with a flush on the high planes of his cheeks.
When Gilbert swallowed, a rough, throaty sound emitted from Nikola—a 'good boy' lost in the aftershocks of his high, but Gilbert still seemed to understand him anyways, palming the front of his own pants with a heady expression.
Nikola needed time to recover, leaning his weight on the table and taking deep, slow breaths to try and calm his beating heart down. He closed his eyes, but opened them quickly again when he felt Gilbert tugging his shirt closed.
"Wha—"
"Fuck me," Gilbert cut him off, buttoning Nikola's shirt back up with a gleam in his eyes. "Fix your uniform and fuck me."
"Hmm." Nikola reached up to blindly fix his tie. His mind searched for something flirtatious to say, but all that came out was, "Okay sure."
The buttons around Nikola's chest met some resistance; the white dress shirt was stretched just a little too tight there. Gilbert pulled and pulled until it buttoned all the way to his collar, seemingly unaware of Nikola's blush.
"You've got such great tits," he said, grinning wide, and something about that made him feel simultaneously embarrassed and desired. "Fuck! Such a fucking tease!"
They pulled Nikola back together, fixing his aiguillette and adjusting the holster on his belt. Then Gilbert dropped his pants unceremoniously, folding them up before pulling his underwear down. When he spit into his hand Nikola said,
"I brought lube."
Gilbert's eyes narrowed, but the smile on his face was devilish. "So you definitely planned this?"
He grinned back, reaching into his pocket for the small bottle. "I knew you would enjoy it."
Nikola then pulled one glove off, but Gilbert gave an impatient click of his tongue.
"You're too slow. I'll do it," he said, holding his hand out expectantly, but Nikola just stared at him. "Break's over in like fifteen minutes!"
Nikola had mixed feelings on anal, both giving and receiving; he indulged Dimitrie and Gilbert whenever it came to it, but he much rather preferred to use his hands and mouth on his partners. If he was going to fuck Gilbert, then Nikola wanted to get to have his fun too.
After a few seconds of consideration, he knew what he needed to do to have his way. He glanced down at his bare hand, squirting lube onto his fingers and rubbing them up against one another to spread the liquid without having to dirty his other hand. When he looked back up at Gilbert, he was watching him with a bemused expression.
"Get on the table," Nikola said, hoping his voice sounded convincing enough. He took a step forward. "And spread your legs."
Gilbert tilted his head, lips twisting a bit, but before he could snark at or tease him, Nikola took another step forward, and another, until Gilbert had no choice but to back up until his thighs hit the conference table.
"Let me do it," Gilbert said, voice dropped an octave, though the slightest waver in the middle told Nikola it had almost worked. Especially when he added, as though an afterthought, "sir."
"I am your commanding officer," Nikola finally managed to wrangle his voice into how he spoke amongst his own men, and the way Gilbert's jaw tightened, he figured it had succeeded. "I'll decide when you're ready for service. Do I make myself clear?"
It was embarrassing, it was totally embarrassing to be doing this during sex, and yet the way Gilbert's face flushed and his eyes lit up made it worth it.
"Yes sir," he relented, and leaned back with his long, pale legs spread for Nikola.
Nikola kneeled, teasing a lubed finger against his hole. It was met with a little too much resistance, so he used his gloved hand to push at Gilbert's right thigh, spreading his legs further apart as the other man used the table for support. Nikola grasped it tightly then, and tried entering him once more.
Gilbert's cock stood at attention, head flushed and pre beading at its tip. Nikola pushed a steady finger past that warm ring of muscle, mouth already salivating in anticipation of taking him into his mouth. He worked his way slowly inside of him, checking Gilbert's reaction periodically. When he got it up to the second knuckle, he leaned forward to stick his tongue out and lap up the pre there before digging it into his slit, earning a surprised hum from Gilbert.
Once his middle finger was plunged all the way inside he pulled it out a little, before thrusting it shallowly back into him. Nikola adjusted Gilbert's leg with his right hand again until it was hooked over his shoulder, allowing him to lean a bit further and wrap his lips around his cock.
Gilbert groaned, a deep sound Nikola heard more than felt. Gilbert had a distinct taste, masculine and clean but also somewhat sharp. Maybe it was his bodywash or maybe it was his detergent, but if for some reason Nikola were to ever blindly have his cock in his mouth, he would be able to easily tell it was him. He'd grown to like it more over time.
With a second finger pushing into Gilbert's hole, Nikola hollowed his cheeks and sucked on his heated member, taking him deeper and deeper until he was in danger of triggering his gag reflex. He carefully managed to avoid this, undulating his tongue and tightening his lips around him. At the same time, he curled his fingers, hoping to find his prostate.
Gilbert moaned, but didn't have the reaction he was looking for. Nikola drew his head back a little until the head of his cock was resting hot and heavy against his tongue, swallowing a salty mouthful of pre and saliva. It was a taste he genuinely enjoyed, so he kept at this for a few minutes, tongue teasing his slit and dragging across his head, savoring Gilbert's flavor.
He continued to move his fingers, thrusting into him and changing direction every so often—until the leg hooked on Nikola's shoulder suddenly tensed, and he heard a sharp inhale above him.
"Fuck," Gilbert breathed out, and this turned into a string of other curses as Nikola pressed down, rubbing deliberately up against his prostate while still sucking his cock. "Shitshitshit—don't do that, don't—mmnnn—"
Nikola began to bob his head, taking Gilbert deeper and deeper, feeling him twitch inside his mouth. Gilbert was squirming, breathing shallow as Nikola assaulted that spot without letting up, eventually working in a third finger. Each time he pressed down it got him a delicious little noise of embarrassed pleasure; Gilbert had told him before that Nikola was the only one who would massage his prostate like this, and he wasn't ever sure how to handle it. He could tell, and he enjoyed the way he started falling apart whenever he did so.
"Nnnnooo," the other man whined, and Nikola could feel his abdomen quivering from the unrelenting pleasure. "Good, good, it's good I'm gonna—"
Nikola looked up at him, seeing Gilbert's pale face overtaken by a harsh blush, sweat running down his forehead and lips trembling. He was trying hard, too hard to hold back, and Nikola wasn't going to let him.
Nikola stroked his fingers deliberately against that spot, a little more slowly than before but with much, much more pressure behind it. His cock was drooling into Nikola's mouth by this point, the taste of pre on his tongue almost overwhelming all his other senses. Each time he did this the more desperate Gilbert's pants sounded, until surely one wouldn't even need to press up against the door to hear what was happening inside this spare room.
"FuckoffNikolaaaa," Gilbert slurred his name like a curse, thighs tensing and voice reedy. "Fuck you, I'mmmm, I'm gonna fucking—"
Then Nikola changed directions, stroking his inner walls near that spot that made him see stars instead of directly on it, which made Gilbert shudder, a wanton moan echoing in his ears. If he could, Nikola would do this all day, sucking his cock and teasing him with his fingers, but they had a meeting to get back to soon. So he withdrew all at once, fingers slipping out of him and pulling off of his cock. When their gazes met, Gilbert's eyes were dark.
"Turn around," Nikola directed, trying to keep his voice steady through his own overwhelming arousal.
"Yes sir," Gilbert said.
Nikola backed up so the other man could slide off the table, and turn until his hands were braced on its edge and his ass was presented to him. His cock was weeping pre, angry and red from Nikola's teasing mouth. He wasn't going to last long.
Nikola tugged his trousers down for the second time, cock already hard once again, but he knew he also wasn't going to last that long after having already cum once. Nikola pushed the head of his cock against his slick hole, gloved hand clenching the man's hip tightly. Gilbert leaned further forward, muscles visibly tensed in anticipation. He felt tight, too tight, but Nikola didn't know if it was because of this tension, or because he hadn't prepped him well enough, or if it was simply his conflicting feelings about anal worrying him into thinking so.
"Relax," Nikola said, and Gilbert set his stance wider. Nikola slid further into him, and this was better, he was warm but it wasn't uncomfortable, and the way Gilbert was trembling with the need for release beneath him meant...
What happened next was all too fast; first, a voice in a thick-sounding language cut through their haze, alarmingly loud. Then the meeting room door was thrown wide open, and someone large and bulky filled its frame.
It was Matthias, phone held up to his ear, eyes bugging like saucers and jaw dropped.
"I was—I was just—holy shit! Oh man! Fuck!" he sounded shocked, and Nikola, whose hips had snapped forward all the way into Gilbert out of shock, stood frozen. "Sorry! Sorry! My bad!"
Oh thank fucking god he had put his uniform on most of the way, but Gilbert was half-naked and oh yeah, he was inside him, in uniform—these thoughts and many more quickly flitted through Nikola's mind with escalating alarm.
"Matthias." Gilbert's voice didn't sound embarrassed, but rather furious, pitched high and tinged with rage. "Get out and CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!"
He didn't need to be told twice; he spun on his heel and slammed the door behind him, a trail of "sorry! sorry!"s following in his wake, and then loud, almost-nervous laughter.
Once his noises had faded, silence filled the room.
As opposed to having his erection killed, Nikola actually felt more aroused than before; something about the way Gilbert had shouted, eyes flashing and voice dangerous, reminded him of just how strong he had once been—and that he was currently following Nikola's orders and obeying his commands. It made him feel equally as powerful, and with that power came a new rush of thrill and arousal.
"It's fine. It's cool. It's awesome actually. We can do this. We can..." Gilbert heaved a dramatic sigh. "Fuck. Let's go back to the meeting."
Nikola pressed forward, arms wrapping around his stomach from behind.
"You're still active-duty," Nikola's words came out a little too fast to have that proper authoritative sound to them, but he heard Gilbert's breath hitch all the same.
"Sir," he said carefully, and when he said this he clenched around Nikola's cock. He was definitely going to remember this fact later when he next jerked off. "When does my service end?"
"When you cum," Nikola replied, perhaps anticlimactically, but this worked anyways, and Gilbert leaned forward once more with a breathy exhale.
What followed was frantic; Nikola pistoned his hips as fast as he could so they wouldn't be late for the meeting, the sound of skin slapping skin occupying where silence had once held. Gilbert seemed to be enjoying it regardless, if the shallow moans he wasn't bothering to hide at all were any indicator, blunt nails curling into the grain of the conference table wood. Just like Gilbert had gotten better with his mouth Nikola had gotten better at topping, so even though it still wasn't his favorite he was at least glad he was satisfying the other man in this way.
Nikola hooked his chin on Gilbert's shoulder, and the other man reached behind him then, gripping a fistful of Nikola's hair. With every thrust into him Gilbert pulled, a kinetic energy building between them. It felt good, Nikola had really grown a tolerance and a thirst for pain with both him and Dimitrie, a rush of pleasure racing down his spine with every harsh tug.
His uniform weighed heavy against his skin, and he wondered if Gilbert thought this extra bulk on his back was annoying or if he enjoyed it. He was leaning towards the latter, if only because Nikola swore he could hear a 'sir' between every couple gasps of breath.
Nikola angled his hips again, tightening his grip on the lean man beneath him, which earned him a growl. Then a full-body shudder as Gilbert finally came, collapsing over the table with quivering thighs and a gasp of the word "Kommandant!"
Nikola slowly pulled out, intending to finish in his ungloved hand, but Gilbert managed to push himself up fairly quickly for a man who had just cum. He leaned back into Nikola, the medal pinned to his chest no doubt digging into his skin, but he didn't seem to care at all as he grabbed hold of Nikola's cock.
"You're going to wear this again," he said, voice husky and eyes still somehow overwhelmed with arousal post-orgasm.
"Okay," Nikola moaned against the back of his neck, hips trembling as the other man pumped his cock. Gilbert angled his head enough so their lips were brushing together, but they were both too short of breath to make out.
The pressure and warmth was nice, though, and when Gilbert's rough fingers languished at the head of his cock Nikola came for the second time, an embarrassing noise escaping him. Gilbert pressed his tongue into his mouth then, cutting it off, and he couldn't be more grateful.
When they pulled away from one another it was quiet for a few seconds as they gathered themselves. This was where his experiences with Dimitrie and Gilbert differed; Dimitrie always launched right into casual conversation, jokes, whispers against his mouth of love and praise. Though he and Gilbert had good sexual chemistry, they didn't quite have the same familiar rapport, so there was always an awkward air between them immediately after they did things like this.
It never lasted too long, though.
"You should wear the one with the coat next time," Gilbert said, buttoning up his pants.
"I think I would melt," Nikola said back.
"Yeah, but imagine me under there sucking you off."
"I would die. Of heatstroke." Nikola stared down at his hands, left fingers still slick with lube as he debated something. He didn't want them to be mismatched, and decided instead of wearing a glove over his dirtied hand, he would just pull off his right glove too and leave them both bare.
He glanced towards the other man then, wondering how to broach the subject of them getting walked in on earlier. "Um...so, Matthias, uh..."
Gilbert waved a dismissive hand. "Eh, he's seen me naked before, so I don't care."
Nikola stared at him, lips twisting against his will into a grin. When Gilbert arched an eyebrow, he said,
"And you call me a whore."
"I'm still making up for six hundred years of celibacy!" Gilbert laughed, before shooting him a teasing look. "And you are a whore! Sadık told me about all your marriages."
"Other nations have married humans too," Nikola said defensively, face flushing as he stuffed his gloves into his pocket.
"Yeah man, but you've gotten married like, what, fifty times? I bet some of them overlapped, too." Gilbert's voice was a cackle as he crossed the room.
Nikola struggled to quickly calculate how many times he'd married over the centuries, but by the time he came to the conclusion that it was far, far less than fifty, Gilbert had already thrown open the meeting room door, casting a glance over his shoulder.
"Well," he said, voice still light, but an intense glint in his eyes once more. "Can't wait to be back in the line of duty again, sir."
He shut the door behind him, leaving Nikola by himself. He waited for a few minutes, just so nobody would see them exiting the same room, before leaving and darting into the nearest bathroom to wash his hands. When he emerged, Dimitrie was just passing by, doing something on his phone.
"Oh hey," he said absently, eyes darting towards Nikola. They suddenly paused, a twinkle in their depths. When he next spoke his voice was rather airy: "Soooo. How was paperwork?"
"Fine," Nikola lied, and stiffened a little when Dimitrie darted forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. Oh fuck.
Dimitrie didn't seem to notice anything strange, though, returning his eyes to his screen, so Nikola's shoulders relaxed as they fell in step on their way back to the meeting room. "Where's Ioan?"
"He said he had some really important business to discuss with Alfred," Dimitrie said. When they went through the conference doors, Gilbert was one of the first people they saw, leaned up against a table. He was apparently getting relentlessly teased by Matthias, who was hunched over to be at eye-level with him, cheeks rosy and grin wide.
They walked past them, Nikola avoiding making eye contact as Matthias laughed boisterously. When the two of them sat in their seats again Dimitrie suddenly asked,
"So, is Gilbert 'paperwork'?"
Nikola stared at him, mouth agape, before scooting his chair closer to him and whisper-shouting,
"You can tell?!"
"His fly is undone," Dimitrie noted, a smile curling his thin lips and eyes dancing with mirth. "And your shirt buttons are in the wrong holes."
Nikola looked down at his front then, and the other man gave a laugh.
"Also, I saw you do this earlier!" He mimed the crude gesture Nikola had made. "You're not super subtle, Nicu!"
Nikola blinked, a realization suddenly hitting him. "You knew and you still kissed me? I. I uh. I did things with my mouth."
"So? I've had dick in my mouth before too. I'm an adult," his friend said with a shrug and a smirk. "But I didn't know you two were still doing that."
"On-and-off," Nikola said, crossing his arms over his chest to hide the state of his shirt. "Just when we feel like it."
Dimitrie tilted his head. "Hopefully with less cocaine involved?"
Before Nikola could defend himself, Dimitrie suddenly twisted his whole torso towards him, eyes wide.
"Wait, is that why you're wearing the uniform?!"
Nikola stared back, and could feel his face burning hot. Dimitrie burst into a fit of giggles again, and over his shoulder Nikola saw Gilbert looking towards the two of them, still getting clowned by Matthias. It looked like they were both going to be teased about this for the rest of the day.