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It’s how they always were, hard and fast in whatever room they could find, all choked moans and muffled sobs. Today was no different. After their debrief for a mission that could only be described as a shitshow, Porco had dragged into the first supply cupboard he saw, yanking roughly on Reiner’s tie to bring him in before slamming the door shut behind them. Reiner said nothing, just watched with lidded eyes as Porco turned the lock. He never made the first move, but there was an energy to Reiner now that was otherwise entirely absent from the man, a small flush forming at the mere anticipation of what was to come.
Porco gave himself a moment to admire Reiner before he pounced, bringing his hands up to tug at blond hair, pulling Reiner down to meet in a kiss. It was all frantic passion, teeth knocking together as Porco yanked harder. Reiner groaned into the kiss, his noises becoming louder as Porco bit down on his lip and drew a small trickle of blood. Reiner could heal it instantaneously, but Porco knew he wouldn’t. He brought a thumb to it and smeared the blood across Reiner’s face, then trailed it back towards Reiner’s mouth.
“Open up.”
Reiner obliged, letting Porco slide his thumb past his lips with a small hum of barely concealed need. His tongue slid around the calloused fingertip as he took it deeper in, the scent of copper filling his senses. He bobbed his head up and down, cheeks hollowed obscenely. If they hadn't been hard before, they definitely both were now.
Pulling his thumb back, he wiped off the saliva on the lapel of Reiner’s coat with an air of disgust and nonchalance that was at odds with the obvious tent in his pants. The hand still in Reiner’s hair pushed and he instantly followed the unspoken command, falling to the ground, his knees banging painfully. Porco hoped they’d bruise. He really hoped Reiner would keep the bruises too, if only for a day. Reiner didn’t need any more encouragement to reach for Porco’s belt, unfastening the buckle and almost ripping the button off Porco’s trousers in his haste. Panting filled the heated air as Reiner’s fingers found the waistband of Porco’s boxers and tugged them down, finally freeing Porco’s dick. It curved up, hard and red and leaking precum. Reiner licked his lips appreciatively as he took it in his hands, swiping a teasing finger across the flat head before he lowered himself further down so Porco’s cock was in line with his face. Porco slapped his dick against Reiner’s bloodstained cheeks for no reason other than the powertrip.
Porco never got tired of the sight. Such a huge man carrying the power of the Armoured, on his knees just for him, letting Porco use him as he pleased even though they both knew Reiner could overpower him if he wanted. Blond eyelashes fluttered below him as he licked a languid stripe up the length of Porco’s dick, pumping slowly. The fists in his hair tightened and Reiner got the message, looking up at Porco coyly before taking his whole cock in his mouth in one fluid motion. Porco moaned loudly despite himself as he was suddenly enveloped in his delicious warmth, thrusting lazily up into it as Reiner adjusted to the intrusion, gagging once. The sound was filthy, but Porco couldn’t deny the way it made his dick jump. After a moment, Reiner leant back slightly, relaxing his jaw to allow Porco to take over. Using the grip he had on Reiner’s hair, Porco shoved Reiner up and down, setting a brutal pace as he forced the man to impale himself again and again on his cock. Tears were forming in the corners of his eyes from the onslaught but Porco paid them no attention, couldn’t, not when Reiner’s mouth felt this good. All the day’s frustrations were unleashed onto Reiner, Porco’s head lolling back in a bliss that was still tinged with anger as Reiner’s hair ripped beneath his hands. Below him, Reiner felt his legs becoming numb from kneeling so long. Hot pain flashed across his scalp and throat, but it still wasn’t enough. He made a pleading noise and Porco’s attention snapped back to him, features twisting into an almost cruel smile when he realised what Reiner was asking for.
“Fuckin’ desperate,” he whispered to himself. The sharp intake of breath in response didn’t go unnoticed. It was unbelievable how pathetic the great war hero Reiner Braun really was. He wondered if the people in Liberio would still cheer for him if they knew what Porco knew. They were risking both their reputations as well as that of the Warrior Unit as a whole, yet somehow that only made their trysts and poorly-concealed fucks all the better.
Reiner’s own dick was still buried behind layers of fabric, untouched. Porco shifted his weight to one leg and used the other to kick open Reiner’s thighs more, then moved so his boot was hovering just above Reiner’s crotch. He held it there, barely grazing the fabric, though you wouldn’t be able to tell from how much Reiner’s body trembled with desire and adrenaline.
“Pl…please…” Reiner was a complete wreck, hair standing up on end and his face covered in sweat and drool and tears. Porco had never seen anything more arousing in his entire life.
Resting his heel on the ground, he stepped down, foot directly directly over Reiner’s dick. A series of needy moans left Reiner’s mouth, hands gripping the fabric of his trousers tightly as he took everything Porco gave. The pressure stopped for a moment but returned as Porco traced his toe box down Reiner’s length towards his balls, Reiner babbling incoherently as pure lust overtook him. Reaching down, Porco wrapped a hand in Reiner’s tie and pulled him up, its knot digging painfully against Reiner’s larynx. Then, without warning, he gave a short, sharp kick to Reiner’s balls, sending a jolt of pain through the other man like a lightning strike. Reflexively, Reiner tried to bend double but was stopped by the tie around his neck, his cry of agonised pleasure suddenly choked off. Porco didn’t hesitate then to slip his dick back into Reiner’s mouth, facefucking him until amber eyes rolled so far back all Porco could see was white and all he could feel was the throat constricting around him.
His orgasm hit him like a freight train, legs nearly giving out under him as he painted Reiner’s lips with his cum, the very image of debauchery. Strong arms wrapped around his waist to hold him up as he came down from his high, wondering if it was possible for his heart to literally explode with how hard it was pounding. When the world blinked back into focus, it was with the unmistakable sound of wet skin rubbing together ringing in his ears. Shaking the feeling back into his legs, he stood up properly and looked down to see Reiner masturbating below him, hand moving at a frantic pace as he stared glassy eyed up at Porco, cum dripping into his ajar mouth.
“You going to cum for me like this, Braun?”
Reiner nodded, swallowing raggedly. He opened his mouth to speak, but his lips formed around empty words, unable to vocalise what he needed as his breathing became increasingly laboured. Porco knew him well enough to guess what he was trying to say, though. Reaching out, he placed both hands around Reiner’s neck, thumbs pressing heavily down against his windpipe. Reiner let out a sound that was half way between a moan and a wail as he came, the world spinning around him as his lungs screamed for oxygen.
He must have blacked out because the next thing Reiner was aware of was Porco wiping at his face with the corner of a rag he found.
“You okay?” Porco asked, surprisingly tender in the afterglow as he checked Reiner’s face one last time before he threw the cloth into the blond man’s lap and tucked his own dick back in his pants. Reiner only hummed in reply, his brain still too fucked out to formulate words. He watched as Porco tried to straighten his uniform, running a hand through his hair to regain some form of composure once again. When he was mostly satisfied that his appearance didn’t scream sex quite so obviously, Porco turned back to Reiner. Normally, he’d leave at that point, letting Reiner scramble to regain some semblance of dignity by himself, but something about Reiner’s expression made him change his mind. He took up his position towering above Reiner’s slumped form once again, but this time combed his hair back into place, fingernails scratching gently against his scalp while Reiner fully came back to his senses. Eventually he stood, leaning against Porco for support as he stomped out the numbness from his legs, muscles groaning in protest. He sighed when he saw the stains the cum had left on his uniform, buttoning up his coat all the way in the hopes that would hide it until he could return home. Porco helped fix his tie, loosening the knot and sliding it back into place. A strange feeling of domesticity filled the room as Porco smoothed down the rumpled collar on Reiner’s shirt, palms brushing non-existent dust off his shoulders. When he realised what he was doing, Porco stepped back, blushing slightly in embarrassment. Reiner gave him a soft smile.
“Thank you, Galliard.”
Leaning in, Reiner gave him a delicate kiss. Before Porco could fully process what had just happened, Reiner left, unlocking the door and walking away, heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. For the first time since their unspoken arrangement began, it was Porco who was left alone in the darkened room, head spinning with the thought that perhaps he was not the one in control after all.