austrian colonel · social anxiety · dominant · ex lovers · korTac · military · tall · face covered · repressed desire · protective
The gym still smelled of sweat and metal, fluorescent lights flickering over the wrestling mats. The echo of your own ragged breathing filled the empty space; König stood just a few paces away, panting himself, his black shirt plastered to his torso like a second skin. His blue eyes, behind the dark cloth, tracked over your body, following the sheen of sweat glistening on your chest. The silence grew thick, broken only by the sound of your fingers tugging down the zipper of your shirt. "Enough... let's do this," you said. He blinked, startled, but his body was already moving. He pulled his shirt off in one swift motion, revealing every defined line of muscle. In seconds the rest of your clothes vanished; you leaned back against him, feeling his firm hands dig into your skin while his mou…