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"Hmm…"
The Medic made a faux-quizzical sound as he examined the sight before him. Spread out on the table in front of him was his… "patient," (I.E, best friend and lover,) the Engineer. It is also of importance to note that said patient was wearing nothing but a medical scrub (while the Medic was, of course, in uniform), with both of his legs pitched up and apart for ease of access while a medium sterile steel plug rested in his firm, plush ass.
The other man chuckled quietly before shifting his hips for comfort, quivering slightly from the chill of air against his hot skin and the anticipation of being examined. Blood rushed through his ears, burning them a rosy red against his tan flesh. "I dunno if I like the sound of that, Doc."
"Hm? Oh, nonsense. Nonsense! As if I would let my favorite patient fall below the perfect picture of health… Without me there to study and control it, of course," Ludwig reassured him from his place on a short stool below the operating platform, playfully waving a gloved hand in the air.
He leaned to his left to offer his patient a reassuring tooth-filled grin before returning to his position in between his thighs. He gave a quick, loving squeeze to Dell's broad right hip as he went. Even in their little play sessions, neither of them could quite stifle the overwhelming amount of affection bridled within them.
This whole "pelvic examination" was, of course, merely for show. It was something they had discussed beforehand, and both had concluded that they found the idea extremely erotic. There was no need for a
real
examination until next month,
obviously.
Ludwig brought his hands back to the rather alluring focus at hand; it was easy to get distracted, honestly, with the rapidly slickening slit pulsing in time with his breath just in arm's reach. You couldn't blame a man for getting a little hot and bothered himself, now, as he felt that familiar wetness pool in his own nethers.
The taller man wet his lips with his tongue, eyes dilating as his long fingers twitched and clenched quickly. He scooted his stool closer with a few grating
skrrrt, skrrrrrt
's against the tiled floor, giving away his eagerness before he let out a hot breath and spoke, his voice a bit hoarse.
"...I'm going to touch you, now," he breathed, cringing a little internally at his own clinical and awkward wording but too caught up to feel truly embarrassed about it. He knew Dell would understand, the loving man that he was. He had to stop his dopey, eerie smile from gracing his face, even knowing that his dearest couldn't see him from his position.
This was
far
from their first time, and far from the first time Ludwig had stumbled over his own words around him. He couldn't exactly
help
the way his heartbeat quickened and the way his body overheated around this stocky southerner, and truthfully, he didn't particularly desire any invasive operations to correct this.
Dell only laughed softly from his back, restraining the urge simply to grab the German by his dark hair and pull him closer and away from his thoughts. He knew they could both be quite bad about that, but that's what they had each other for. Instead, he shivered and wiggled his hips once more, a clear invitation as his organic hand rested firm and easy against the sidebars of the table.
Ludwig certainly got the point.
He let out another shuddering breath of appreciation, taking the opportunity to grip the thick thighs on either side of his head. He groped for just a second and spread them the slightest bit further, trying his damndest to ignore the startled but not unwelcoming squeak from the man above him.
Usually, he rather loved having Dell's toned legs encasing his head while he buried his mouth against the other's cunt, sucking and lapping at whatever he was given like a starving man's first meal. This , however, was a special occasion, and he was not about to break character first.
"Hold still. You wouldn't want me to make you wait any longer, now, would you?" Said starving man finally managed, making a point to massage the muscular meat in his grasp as he leaned forward the slightest bit. He knew his hot breath could easily be felt against the other's weeping cunt, what with the way Dell shuddered at the phrasing.
Dell could only manage a bemused but shaky nod, opening his mouth to retort something else, anything else before he tensed at the feeling of four thick fingers, two on either of his labia. They spread him securely open as if he weren't already in what was the most vulnerable position he'd likely been in since their little side-mission together, back at Dustbowl.
The short man couldn't help the spark in his stomach, the intent yet delicate reverent power behind the digits gently prodding around his fluttering hole, not yet dipping inside in favor of teasing the tender flesh around it. He also couldn't help the quaky sigh trembling out of his parted lips before he could catch it, stretching quickly and relaxing under the dimmed lights of the operating room.
Ludwig hummed to himself, more to calm his over-entranced nerves than to give any professional energy to the scene. Whatever worked, he supposed as his eyes narrowed again, laser-focused on the delicious experience, his mind back to racing.
His fingers moved up, leaving the entrance slightly neglected as they went to the other man's cock, twitching ever so slightly in its own thick, stubby beauty. He didn't fully touch that , either, circling the short base with a single finger and gingerly pulling the hood down. His mouth watered at the sight, all of his senses directed to his patient.
He let his fingers search around for a few minutes more, pretending to ignore the wanton breaths emitting from the mechanic as his digits rubbed every soft bump, groove, dip, and fold. He circled certain areas, the corner of his lips twitching up. He knew every detail of Dell's body, naturally; it only made sense that one of the first things he memorized were the little spots that made him tick.
If Dell wasn't already wet when he arrived, he certainly was now. His mound drooled onto the soft upholstery, leaving Ludwig tsking to the nothing but very much not making any move to correct this while he traced patterns into the other's heat with a barely concealed giddy expression. He pulled his fingers out and away, not bothering to wipe them dry before leaning forward.
Dell shuddered again, restraining a few choice sounds of his own with a huff but no words, his position not leaving him any room to offer a glance at the doctor. He wasn't typically an impatient man when it came to these indulgences; Ludwig always had something to him that coaxed things out of Dell that he didn't know he had, in more ways than one. He couldn't deny loving it, though.
"...What are you- Oh, ah," Dell began, gasping as he felt a chaste kiss placed against his clit, before deepening substantially. Then, a tongue, followed by a pair of thin but familiar and adored lips against his wetness below his dick, sending sparks of delicious electricity up his spine.
His body instinctively tried to buck, to crane into the touch, and ride Ludwig's face like a bucking bull and feel . Ludwig had other ideas, apparently; both of his large, wet hands came to hold his hips in place, content in the full access it gave him.
Dell had to hold back a cracked, almost squealed grumble as his legs uselessly tried to press closed around the doctor's head,
his
doctor's head. The hooked bars keeping him spread clanked softly, as he hissed through his teeth.
"Oh, now you're playin'
dirty,
" Dell groaned roughly, flexing his toes as his grip tightened on the cold steel of the table below the padding. Ludwig grinned wide against him with a snicker, his flat white teeth sliding against the warm flesh like soft pearls.
"I have not the slightest clue what you could be talking about, mein Schatz- I mean, Mr. Conagher , " Ludwig giggled, before snapping back into the role he had adopted for the scene with a sigh and a slap to his patient's flank, enjoying the way the thick muscle spasmed for a second underneath his fingers. Dell gasped but didn't protest as another shiver ran up his back at the slight, fading but pleasurable sting.
Ludwig continued his assault, his hands moving from the other's hips back to his cunt to slip and press against various tender spots. His mouth kept hard at work, his tongue exploring every inch he could get while his digits moved dangerously further and further south. Dell couldn't stifle the sounds escaping his mouth now, ranging from soft pants to stifled cries as warmth grew and simmered in his belly.
He continued licking into him, deep and deliberate with every swipe of his tongue against his patient's cock, against the hot, slick folds of his pussy. His fingers moved rhythmically with it, teasingly rubbing at the sensitive nerves and wet heat with gusto.
One of the taller man's hands "accidentally" fell flat downward, hitting the plug resting in his ass and knocking slightly further in. He relished in the sharp hike in the other's breath at the sensation, taking a moment to grab and fiddle with the base but not quite taking it out or pushing again. He would bring Dell to the peak, but wouldn't let him fall until he
said
so.
It hadn't been Ludwig's idea to bring it to the scene at the start, but that didn't mean he didn't
love
Dell's little surprise, a haze clouding his mind and the moisture in his mouth drying at the arousing sight. Dell clenched slightly, twitching in need with a slight whimper while he sighed.
Finally, Ludwig reluctantly removed a hand, placing it gently but firmly over the other's abdomen and pressing down as he stood up from his stool. He kicked it away, too engrossed and enthralled to sit while he took the moment to take in and appreciate the sight.
Dell was splayed out before him, his chest heaving ever so slightly while he chewed on his inner lip. His eyes were ever so slightly crinkled, twinkling in the dim light of the observational lamp, but very clearly dilated. His cheeks were a pleasant rosy shade, sweat lingering on his body despite the rather mild temperature of the room around them. He dared to wink from his position below Ludwig, a lazy smile pulling onto his face.
Ludwig scoffed, his face more flushed than he realized as he futilely tried to hide his smirk of amusement. He rolled his eyes lovingly, squeezing Dell once more on the thigh before leaning down and crowding the shorter man.
"I'm going to assess your… inner structure, now," he warned, very quickly pressing a sweet kiss to the other's chest before pulling back with a wicked smile of his own. He rolled up the sleeves of his long, white coat, and leaned down.
Dell only scoffed as well, murmuring something to himself under his breath and shivering at the feeling of the wet glove against his belly, knowing he had been the cause of the sensation. He shifted again on the operating table, eagerly craning his hips upwards towards the other. The short man bit down on his knuckles, smiling softly to himself as his other hand tightened its grip on the table rail.
He knew better than to make a joke at his lover's expense; anything
too
mean would end with him getting what he wanted
much
later than when he wanted it. He bit back the good-natured jokes, as hard as it was, and only rolled his eyes.
The feeling of another finger probing at Dell's slit jerked him out of his thoughts, the firm digit gently sliding up and down through the folds to gather moisture before circling at his entrance. He squeaked, tensing and relaxing under the other's administrations with a sigh. He clenched, momentarily, around the plug already inside him as he resisted the urge to shift and wriggle a little more in the bars spreading his legs.
Then, Ludwig probed in ward . Dell couldn't help but instinctively raise his head as he gasped a soft breath, clenching again while his hands moved to prop himself up a bit more. He almost wanted to lean in forward, to see what Ludwig was doing to him as it happened, but he couldn't as he fell back onto the operating table. His chest began to heave, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he felt the gloved intrusion thrust even further inside of him.
"Now, now…" Ludwig clicked sternly, though his eyes still glinted through his demeanor, stilling his finger momentarily before firmly pressing upward on the shorter man's inner walls. He spent a good moment simply rubbing circles into the sensitive, velvety flesh, serving no real purpose other than to tease. "Be a good boy and be still. If I need to restrain your hands, I will."
That got a slight whimper out of Dell, his hips twitching upward for just a second, for just a single, blissful second as he grit his teeth, his jaw tightening. He nodded, biting his tongue as he moved his hands back to the sides of the bed and gripped .
Ludwig couldn't hold back his smile anymore, pressing his left hand flat, firmly and assertively against the other's stomach while he continued to move his digit in and out at a leisurely pace. Slowly, one by one, he pushed in more and more, keeping the same speed as he stretched out the others' tight, willing hole. It gushed around his fingers, only getting wetter and wetter under his touch, quivering slightly in front of him.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips at the sight, knowing that he was the one causing such a reaction, to produce such results from such a beautiful, unique specimen such as him. This was all his, and he was determined to make it enjoyable for both of them. Something in the deepest crevice (well, not that deep, really; he could fit a lot back there,) of his brain trilled in delight, an all-consuming hunger finally being satiated.
He almost had Dell down to a science, really, but he could never get bored.
Dell, on the other hand, was holding back from rocking his hips against Ludwig's hand like a cowboy on a rogue horse and riding with everything inside him. His sounds grew in volume, his breathing picking up and hitching as the warmth in his stomach grew, the way Ludwig's hands moved almost reverently over his body adding to the hot coals of the fire.
Finally, Ludwig withdrew his hand from the others' aching cunt, leaving him feeling
unbearably
sensitive and empty as he groaned to himself and made an attempt to spread himself even
further.
"Evil…" Dell hissed under his breath, huffing to himself even as he attempted to chase the sensation, tapping a finger against the side of the table. Ludwig giggled, moving towards his cupboards with a wink and a pinch on the thigh.
He couldn't exactly see what was happening now, but he could hear the taller man begin to whistle, a clear sound above the commotion of things clattering as he dug through his lab. Then, he let out an exaggerated "Aha!" and moved back over the Texan, adjusting the light so he cast a slight shadow over the other's half-restrained form.
They were almost face-to-face now, and Dell couldn't help but flush even further at the more intimate position. He raised an eyebrow at the doctor, but before he could open his mouth to ask any questions or release any funny remarks, Ludwig was now holding a very large, very familiar, and very phallic object in front of his face.
He gaped at it for a second, though the shiver downward and saliva pooling in his mouth as he gave a shaky nod answered the others' silent query.
"You have done
very
well so far," Ludwig began, pulling back to attach his new tool to his belt, making sure to connect it properly and securely to the vibrator he had in his own pants. He slid a clean condom over the top as he did so, his actions becoming more rushed with his anticipation. One hand moved to grip the new plaything, the other moving back down to his patient's ass with a squeeze.
"Now, of course, is time for the
true
test. Are you prepared, Mr. Conagher?" He inquired with a bated breath, sliding the tip of the toy in between the others' slick folds to gather moisture. He let it circle Dell's dick for a moment, careful to not overstimulate the sensitive nerves as he lazily dragged the tip downwards to the entrance, keeping full control.
"Please," Dell urged. That was all Ludwig needed to hear before he slowly pushed in, inch after inch squeezing into the shorter man, biting down hard enough on his lip that he would worry later about drawing blood.
Dell let out a ragged moan, still unable to move his hips or legs too far from the table as he whined at the fullness in his lower half. He kept shifting, wiggling, and trying to push back for more, though Ludwig held him still as he bottomed out.
Ludwig knew just how badly Dell wanted it. He smirked to himself as he gave it to him.
He let the other have just a few beats to adjust before he pulled back, setting an even but strong pace as the vibrator within himself picked up to the momentum and buzzed in rhythm with their movements.
He went slow, at first; Ludwig held onto Dell's plush hips firmly as he smoothly slid in and out of his patient, listening in giddy joy to the sound of the Gunslinger scraping against the operating table with a form he just knew would be some quite questionable scrapes left behind in the aftermath. He couldn't find himself to be upset about it, really, either.
He could sense that he was letting out a few shuddering breaths of his own, panting as the vibrator in his own cunt buzzed away against that spot , fueled by the motion of his hips hitting Dells'. He found himself speeding up slightly, pressing further against the spread man as he thrust and humped, sweat beginning to bead down his forehead as a guttural sound escaped his throat.
Dell wasn't doing much better, keening and lifting, angling his hips as best as he could toward the other. He could feel the pulsing, fluttering sensation in his stomach continue to boil and hiss as Ludwig fucked him, deeper and harder. Everything in his body felt alight, like a firework ready to go off.
Ludwig's professional resolve began to melt away as he leaned further forward over Dell, even going as far as to pull his legs out of their slings just to press them further back, pinning them down for easier access with a growl.
He craned his head down to bury his face into Dell's shoulder, something more primal in him purring in victory as he muffled a few German words against the crook of the Texan's neck. He kissed the skin lovingly, as if in prayer, in worship of the Engineer below him as he sucked and nipped on the sensitive, hot flesh.
"Du fühlst dich so gut an. Der beste. Mein Gott. Meine," Ludwig hissed, breathing heavily as he enjoyed the scent of the other, his sweat and pleasure, huffing and suckling, leaving his mark as he continued to pound away at Dell. God, did he love this man.
Dell whined again, breathing harshly, feeling his pleasure begin to reach that boiling point as Ludwig drilled into him. He felt the thick girth of the toy moving in and out of him, stretching him full and tender with the warm, wrapped silicone as he squirmed, trying to get as much as he could with their new position.
"Yours," he managed, understanding bits and pieces of what Ludwig had muttered to him as they moved in tandem. "All yours, Lud."
They continued like this for what felt like hours, the pleasure mounting and mounting as they rocked the table in the heat of the moment, all semblance or memory of the original roleplay flying out the window. All they could think of was one other with no room for anything else but hazy, adrenaline-filled pleasure.
Finally, Dell began to break, his toes curling and the Gunslinger bearing down, gripping Ludwig's shoulder with a mechanical force that they both knew would bruise, a delightful idea. Ludwig could sense it coming as he bit down again on the shorter man's neck, before coming up to kiss him on the lips with a blatant hunger.
"Do it,"
he commanded, urgent and harsh but so full of love and drive. He gave a light slap to the others' flank as he drew out his long, deep rolls of the hip. The front of his hips slapped lewdly against the wet backside of his lover's thighs. "Come on my cock,
Mein Liebling."
Dell quaked, his plump lips parting as he let out one last choked-up gasp and a series of moans and whimpers as everything in his body tightened. His vision went white as he screwed his eyes shut, biting down on Ludwig's lip as he came, riding it out as long as he could while Ludwig sped up to chase his own high.
Ludwig himself came with a snarl not long after, the vibrations against his own walls buzzing out incessantly as he continued to make love through their orgasms. The sensation became nearly unbearable for the man trapped underneath him and himself as he pushed through it, continuing to spit out little snippets of German until they were built back to that edge and crashing right back over it once more.
He eventually slowed to a stop, leaving them both a panting mess as he stilled inside of Dell. He moistened his lips once more, rubbing an arm against his forehead with a dopey, satisfied smile. Dell groaned again, looking thoroughly fucked out and relaxed as Ludwig pressed a number of light, feathery kisses against his temple.
Then, he pulled out with another laviscous, wet noise. He gently removed the toy and the plug with a pop, throwing away the condom from the tip and setting it aside for a thorough washing, though that would wait for later. All the couple wanted now was a shower and an amazing nap, perhaps a round two later.
They had gotten good at reading each other like that, a subtle and thrilling dance in the mundane, domesticity of life. Nobody else but them could feel this way.
"Congratulations, Mr. Conagher. It would appear that you are the
perfect picture
of health," Ludwig giggled as he thoroughly wiped his workspace clean with a warm, wet towel. He winked at his husband with a cheshire grin, making sure to clean any remnants of the others bodily juices from his face.
"I
would
like you to come back tomorrow night, though; perhaps a second opinion is in order, just to be safe."
Dell stretched out his stiff muscles, sighing contentedly before being helped to his feet. He pressed a sweet kiss of his own to the German's jaw, slinging his hands around his shoulders and leaning on him for support. He was glad there was no mission tomorrow; he didn't think he'd be able to walk in the next twenty-four hours, anyhow.
"Do I get a sucker for bein' so good?" He teased back, tilting the doctor's head forward for another deep kiss on the mouth, patting him on his rear. He'd have to try that toy out himself, next time.
Ludwig hummed thoughtfully, mocking tapping a finger on his chin and pursing his lips while his other hand reached around the shorter man's waist, giving an appreciative grope of his own. He faux-relented, giving a knowing look to the other.
"Perhaps a treat could be in order."