Okayyyy But Laying Your Head On Their Chest Or Shoulder As They Lean Back Against The Headboard Of The

woah dude..... your hurt sound is vaguely sexual..... im trying to kill you but im. im getting a bit flustered

put him in the locket

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Thinking...

Fritz, already feeling a sense of guilt regarding the weight of his cock in his hand, already feeling a small sense of both guilt and want for letting his thoughts drift to me...

Suddenly, when he hears my voice speak his name, there is a surge of panic and shame so powerful it properly jolts something in his chest, which runs down to his cock hard.

If he doesn't cum from the rush of the shock right then and there (oh God, oh God…the fight to stave himself is lost the minute he just barely manages to bite against his palm in an attempt to muffle the loud moan that pours from him, his cock pressed to his stomach as hot ropes of cum paint his chest…)…

...then he just barely manages to stave himself. He has to bring a palm to his mouth to bite back the groan that leaves him, his other hand firmly squeezing the base of his cock, slick with pre-cum he can see leaking from the tip.

No matter what, his breath is heavy; he only barely muffles the gasp that leaves him as his hands shake, heart stuttering. His breath hitches when he hears me knock, the words he wants to speak refusing to leave him. Any brace he could manage stills in the back of his throat when he catches my voice more clearly.

"I--you were calling out for me. Is everything alright?"

I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.

His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--

His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.

me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:

Ignore me i just had to get this sketch out of my system

Don't imagine Medic patting you down, assessing your build, gently pinching handfuls of your thighs and sides, rolling his palms around over your stomach, smiling with a self-satisfied hum, as he watches your breath lick up.

Don't think about the German's voice getting a little raspier, as he speaks to you in a softer tone, rubber gloves venturing over your legs, claiming to test your reflexes, when in reality, all he wants is an excuse to explore you a bit more, and feel the heat radiating off of your skin, even though he still has his clothes on.

Don't even consider what his face might look like, the knowing "Aaah. Ich verstehe..." he might let out, as he finally allows himself a look at what exactly you've got going on, a visible flicker of hunger in his eyes, as he takes in the gorgeous sight before him. Well, as your beloved Doctor, he must ensure that your body functions properly! He has speculated how long it might take to make you melt on his operating table, but, what better way to find out, than to test your organism's limits, while he has the chance?

All Medic needs is your permission, and he promises, this "check-up" will be a pleasant one, kuchen.

- Penis Anon.

I am not imagining it I am not imagining it I AM NOT IMAGINING IT I AM NOT IMAGINING IT-

thinking of medic doing an examination in his office and his touches getting more 'intimate' while he insists the check-up needs to be "through" as he touches the chest / the backside / the inner thighs.

(dammit im gonna be thinking about that idea for the rest of the day fuck)

Wanna do some heavy breathing with him

(yes I made a Tiktok just for this edit)