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Burkhard didn’t date. Burkhard had pretended to for social reasons when he was young, but as age set in, he began to see the stupidity of it. With Reiner gone now, killed apparently by his chosen mate, Burkhard was faced with an impossible reality with the loss of something that had always been by his side. And frankly, he didn’t care if his mate had pulled blade to him, his presence alone was enough to either drive Reiner to bringing his own death to himself or let his guard down enough for someone else to. That aside, he had still taken him. Reiner was a careful vetter, Burkhard only fancied what he found decently interesting. He was a skittish mutt with no apparent mannerisms or higher sophistication. Burkhard could trace evidence of middle class breeding in his ways and that was sufficient.

Reiner spoke highly of him, but he had yet to see what was so very special besides a hard heart. He wanted to know more, he was magnetic. But nothing terribly special. He was rather common. He was a downtown boy as much as Burkhard was practical royalty. Middle class perhaps but there was this streak of something very labor class in him. He was pretty, he would give him that, but so were most gypsy breed. They had to be.

Still, this one, he acted so different. He was hesitant and easily dissuaded from anything Burkhard wanted from his body. Burkhard was surprised when he had almost seemed to express interest in him. Hit furtive glances and the way he oriented himself. He had been mildly interested but hadn’t put on a display. It was Burkhard that had waited and weighed and watched to see if he wanted to begin a courtship. He could always toss him aside if he wanted to. Mates weren’t as important as they were to careful Reiner. If he wanted one he would take one and easily cut him loose before he had sex with him. Besides, Reiner wasn’t here to take care of him any longer. As per a Reininger’s natural inheritance, the gypsy boy was left to himself, and that was his property to do with as he liked. Not to mention the ownership his doctor had given him over his body. He kept him like one kept a box of loose junk of the deceased: in the corner, something to be curious about and looked through, but never really gotten around to. Eventually he had taken the curious looks as a hint. He claimed him as a betrothed mate and kept it that way.

He didn’t date however. The gypsy stopped asking after a few attempts.

He came by when he could and Burkhard would seek out his potential mate if he needed him, which was always rare. But lately, once his bounds of interest turned into a fascinated desire, it was all he needed to know that some part wished to actually claim his mate. Yet to get a kiss took so much patience. Once he knew that Burkhard wished him in his bed, he blanched. It gave him time to think initially. But his patience grew thin as his wants were left to fester. He needed to be something more than potential. But he could wait until he was persuaded. He learned how to worked the gypsy into kisses. Now, to guide him between his sheets, he needed to find out what put him in heat away from whatever concerned him.

Burkhard didn’t date, but— the “You should come by tonight,” he hadn’t expected. Large black eyes had glanced up.

“Okay.”

So why wasn’t he here?

But when he was Burkhard kept a wary eye close to him and his every movement. He had cleaned up to look nice, and Burkhard could appreciate that effort. Still.

“Put zhis on.” He thrust the smaller clothes to him. Reiner had been a teenager. He didn’t have Burkhard’s taste, but his finery was enough. He rarely wore red. He looked nice in it. Handsome.

He watched the gypsy run his hands over the material and raise his eyebrows coolly. He was stupid.

“Humor me,” already the black waistcoat and red cravat looked lovely in his hands. “It’s a gift. I vant to see if it fits.”

He could only imagining the gypsy wrapping the fabric around his body and letting it squeeze him in all the ways Burkhard wanted to do with him at times. Reiner it appeared was smaller as he emerged. Pale eyes nearly double took as they drank him in. He nearly drooled to see him so well dressed finally. It held him snugly, the voluptuous pages of him too tight with a delicately held waist. Burkhard hummed with lips that curved. He cleaned up well.

He coerced him with flattery and talked to him. Easy as it was to loose oneself in words it was hard to concentrate sometimes.
Burkhard knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t just engaging conversation. He tucked his hair her,straightened the cravat there. God he was beautiful. He was nice suited to dark blue, but the deep red was ravishing and too sinful. It wrapped around his throat and rested on his chest.

Burkhard took a perch on the couch.

He had had enough.

He patted the space next to him on the couch he had retreated to. Those things still smelled a little like Reiner. With the right stimulant. Burkhard was eating with his eyes. The material was gorgeous and well beyond what his upbringing could afford. As he sat, Burkhard restrained his hands from wandering over the clothed body.

This was his mate, and he was so close. Soft cracked rasps of flattery left Burkhard’s lips. Yet they were the truth as he spoke his mind about the snug fit and lusty color in his own round about way. He could see it seeping in and making his eyes avert with scarlet ringed cheeks. He pulled him forward by the waist.

“It’s hard for somevone to control zhemselves vizh you dressed zhe vay you arh,” he purred with glazed eyes. He knew Friedrich knew what he craved from his unyielding body. But tonight, with some element of romance and Reiner - begrudgingly - he would take his mate tonight.

Friedrich’s hands touched his chest politely as his breath quickened. Friedrich, ever reserved, was allowing as kiss. His lips pressed with overwhelming pressure to his and took them. A muffled moan of surprise spurred Burkhard on. He wiggled gently, then—

While he still was heated from kisses, Burkhard touched him. He caressed the lapel over his chest with a gleam in his eyes and slow deliberation as he tousled fingers in his hair. He nearly moaned at the delicious softness that slid through his fingers, tucking and setting so that his bangs spilled over his face just so. Friedrich’s nostrils flared cautiously. He trailed a thumb over soft lips that slid against it gently. His little gypsy played with fate. Tempted. He wanted to see what Burkhard would do, already more than burning warm from compliments. He knew the trick to lure like that. But yet his mouth still kissed and he still rouged at a hungry gaze for the sex he hadn’t given. His hand rested on that sensitive spot of flesh as Friedrich rubbed his full lips and tongue in Burkhard’s thumb. Poor Friedrich was still needy and then— Friedrich gasped into his mouth. His lips separated delicately as Burkhard began to taint and spoil. He could feel the involuntary arch as the part of him never caressed in years, was rubbed and fondled. His legs tipped apart with shame.

“Ohhh,” he said weakly. For all his willpower all he knew that was wrong the way he squirmed inside even now— he trembled and felt himself curve, neck, back. Burkhard’s lips smirked then found their way to his throat.

Sighs and moans mixed as they stumbled from lips confused and wanting. He sucked him gently and bit to insight more tremors. His hips. He began to rock as he finally felt the ridge of the cock beneath his pants now stretching too tight.

“Fuck,” he managed breathlessly.

Soft puckering sounds were his answer as his mouth fell open and he whimpered weakly. His body pulsed gently in its betrayal.

Arms wrapped intimately around him and piercing eyes gazed intently as he resisted going onto his back but a squeeze, a squeeze and he bucked and lay with quiet desire suppressed. The night and Burkhard took their toll. Friedrich could hardly stand to resist him. Sometimes. His hands explored and ravished and the one occupied over where it shouldn’t be made him whimper and squirm at the thought. In fact the sexual pleasure and arousal began to hit him hard with cross eyes and tugs that elicited sounds Burkhard wanted to hear as he confided in it.

He pressed his body over his.

“Burkhard.”

“Shh, Friedrich,” the name left his mouth beautifully. He pressed in harder and his hips and clear erection bucked into his heavy handed palming with another “Oh”.

His body pressed close as Friedrich’s grew hotter. He kissed him eagerly. His lips spilling want as well as secret desire he’d held in for so long. He could feel the hot teasing pleasure of a small drop of semen rolling down into the fabrics constricting his shaft. Burkhard had never once stopped working. Not as he had kissed every inch of his mouth thick with tongue and stray kisses that adored him. He was so painfully aware of feeling wanted that his body pressed fluidly closer to Burkhard as well as nourished itself on the desire. His hands itched Burkhard’s clothing as he pressed his lips with desperate kisses against his neck. Still ad Burkhard undid his buttons his hands laced with his pushing back. Hr guided hi. Away from unwrapping. He ground against him. Friedrich squirmed and nearly cried out with frustration. Poor thing was reaching his threshold quickly. Burkhard would be patient to have him not realizing how deprived he was as he began to quiver with something more than need. He overloaded. Soft broken sounds left him in pure shock. His mouth was so full and occupied it strained open and he could only barely not choke at his wet tongue. He hadn’t wanted sex so bad. He wanted more if himself filled, he let loose another needy whine if intense pleasure. He swallowed greedily until his quarry had no hope of talking and escape. Not that he wanted away from Burkhard’s body and large provoking hands but as another cry let itself loose with more vigor, he could still feel the clouded part of the back of his mind screaming. He clutched Burkhard and pulled him closer, shamelessly riding his hips against his hand until his head began to swim. He needed to— He needed to—

He twisted his mouth free of Burkhard. “B—burkhard, bitte, I— nnnnghhh,” He twisted and Burkhard held him with careful observation. He was as hard as a rock but refused to be worked free. His hands prevented flesh from meeting throbbing flesh.

Sweet words of desire found their way into Friedrich’s ear as teeth sank into a delicate neck as breaths released themselves as the pressure grew tighter and tighter.

“Friedrich,” the sound of his name made him dizzy. He really needed to— oh god. Sometime along the line once he realized he wasn’t going to move an inch of clothing Burkhard settled for a delicate exposed neck and a hard erection being fondled and jacked off. The reactions were quick and he knew that he needed release soon. Soon.

“Burkhard,” he drawled the name high pitched and loud. Distressed. “I’m going to—”

“I know.”

“Mmmnnn, don’t”

He ignored him. He was close. He watched the reactions, they were nearly painful with his swollen pleasure. Each tug brought him closer. Gently and firmly, he pulled at him as he became a mess. He squealed as his abdominals contracted and his hips bucked violently, wiggling as he came for the first time in a long time. It felt painful but dizzy and good as Burkhard locked him in the gaze of his twitching orgasm. He kissed each feature with rapture. He hasn’t mated with him yet but he had spilled for him. Burkhard smiled cruelly as he touched him until he was empty.

Whimpers of desire gradually turned to those of shame. Burkhard coaxed him with kisses to remain as he was. He pressed hands to the quivering body still cooling from its ordeal. He wanted to feel him come down as much as he wanted the climax. His almost mate buried into his arms with soft protests of sound.

“You should change,” he murmured raking hands through disheveled sweaty hair. His mouth sampled the delicious flushed skin.

Description

Burkhard didn’t date. Burkhard had pretended to for social reasons when he was young, but as age set in, he began to see the stupidity of it. With Reiner gone now, killed apparently by his chosen mate, Burkhard was faced with an impossible reality with the loss of something that had always been by his side. And frankly, he didn’t care if his mate had pulled blade to him, his presence alone was enough to either drive Reiner to bringing his own death to himself or let his guard down enough for someone else to. That aside, he had still taken him. Reiner was a careful vetter, Burkhard only fancied what he found decently interesting. He was a skittish mutt with no apparent mannerisms or higher sophistication. Burkhard could trace evidence of middle class breeding in his ways and that was sufficient.

Reiner spoke highly of him, but he had yet to see what was so very special besides a hard heart. He wanted to know more, he was magnetic. But nothing terribly special. He was rather common. He was a downtown boy as much as Burkhard was practical royalty. Middle class perhaps but there was this streak of something very labor class in him. He was pretty, he would give him that, but so were most gypsy breed. They had to be.

Still, this one, he acted so different. He was hesitant and easily dissuaded from anything Burkhard wanted from his body. Burkhard was surprised when he had almost seemed to express interest in him. Hit furtive glances and the way he oriented himself. He had been mildly interested but hadn’t put on a display. It was Burkhard that had waited and weighed and watched to see if he wanted to begin a courtship. He could always toss him aside if he wanted to. Mates weren’t as important as they were to careful Reiner. If he wanted one he would take one and easily cut him loose before he had sex with him. Besides, Reiner wasn’t here to take care of him any longer. As per a Reininger’s natural inheritance, the gypsy boy was left to himself, and that was his property to do with as he liked. Not to mention the ownership his doctor had given him over his body. He kept him like one kept a box of loose junk of the deceased: in the corner, something to be curious about and looked through, but never really gotten around to. Eventually he had taken the curious looks as a hint. He claimed him as a betrothed mate and kept it that way.

He didn’t date however. The gypsy stopped asking after a few attempts.

He came by when he could and Burkhard would seek out his potential mate if he needed him, which was always rare. But lately, once his bounds of interest turned into a fascinated desire, it was all he needed to know that some part wished to actually claim his mate. Yet to get a kiss took so much patience. Once he knew that Burkhard wished him in his bed, he blanched. It gave him time to think initially. But his patience grew thin as his wants were left to fester. He needed to be something more than potential. But he could wait until he was persuaded. He learned how to worked the gypsy into kisses. Now, to guide him between his sheets, he needed to find out what put him in heat away from whatever concerned him.

Burkhard didn’t date, but— the “You should come by tonight,” he hadn’t expected. Large black eyes had glanced up.

“Okay.”

So why wasn’t he here?

But when he was Burkhard kept a wary eye close to him and his every movement. He had cleaned up to look nice, and Burkhard could appreciate that effort. Still.

“Put zhis on.” He thrust the smaller clothes to him. Reiner had been a teenager. He didn’t have Burkhard’s taste, but his finery was enough. He rarely wore red. He looked nice in it. Handsome.

He watched the gypsy run his hands over the material and raise his eyebrows coolly. He was stupid.

“Humor me,” already the black waistcoat and red cravat looked lovely in his hands. “It’s a gift. I vant to see if it fits.”

He could only imagining the gypsy wrapping the fabric around his body and letting it squeeze him in all the ways Burkhard wanted to do with him at times. Reiner it appeared was smaller as he emerged. Pale eyes nearly double took as they drank him in. He nearly drooled to see him so well dressed finally. It held him snugly, the voluptuous pages of him too tight with a delicately held waist. Burkhard hummed with lips that curved. He cleaned up well.

He coerced him with flattery and talked to him. Easy as it was to loose oneself in words it was hard to concentrate sometimes.
Burkhard knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t just engaging conversation. He tucked his hair her,straightened the cravat there. God he was beautiful. He was nice suited to dark blue, but the deep red was ravishing and too sinful. It wrapped around his throat and rested on his chest.

Burkhard took a perch on the couch.

He had had enough.

He patted the space next to him on the couch he had retreated to. Those things still smelled a little like Reiner. With the right stimulant. Burkhard was eating with his eyes. The material was gorgeous and well beyond what his upbringing could afford. As he sat, Burkhard restrained his hands from wandering over the clothed body.

This was his mate, and he was so close. Soft cracked rasps of flattery left Burkhard’s lips. Yet they were the truth as he spoke his mind about the snug fit and lusty color in his own round about way. He could see it seeping in and making his eyes avert with scarlet ringed cheeks. He pulled him forward by the waist.

“It’s hard for somevone to control zhemselves vizh you dressed zhe vay you arh,” he purred with glazed eyes. He knew Friedrich knew what he craved from his unyielding body. But tonight, with some element of romance and Reiner - begrudgingly - he would take his mate tonight.

Friedrich’s hands touched his chest politely as his breath quickened. Friedrich, ever reserved, was allowing as kiss. His lips pressed with overwhelming pressure to his and took them. A muffled moan of surprise spurred Burkhard on. He wiggled gently, then—

While he still was heated from kisses, Burkhard touched him. He caressed the lapel over his chest with a gleam in his eyes and slow deliberation as he tousled fingers in his hair. He nearly moaned at the delicious softness that slid through his fingers, tucking and setting so that his bangs spilled over his face just so. Friedrich’s nostrils flared cautiously. He trailed a thumb over soft lips that slid against it gently. His little gypsy played with fate. Tempted. He wanted to see what Burkhard would do, already more than burning warm from compliments. He knew the trick to lure like that. But yet his mouth still kissed and he still rouged at a hungry gaze for the sex he hadn’t given. His hand rested on that sensitive spot of flesh as Friedrich rubbed his full lips and tongue in Burkhard’s thumb. Poor Friedrich was still needy and then— Friedrich gasped into his mouth. His lips separated delicately as Burkhard began to taint and spoil. He could feel the involuntary arch as the part of him never caressed in years, was rubbed and fondled. His legs tipped apart with shame.

“Ohhh,” he said weakly. For all his willpower all he knew that was wrong the way he squirmed inside even now— he trembled and felt himself curve, neck, back. Burkhard’s lips smirked then found their way to his throat.

Sighs and moans mixed as they stumbled from lips confused and wanting. He sucked him gently and bit to insight more tremors. His hips. He began to rock as he finally felt the ridge of the cock beneath his pants now stretching too tight.

“Fuck,” he managed breathlessly.

Soft puckering sounds were his answer as his mouth fell open and he whimpered weakly. His body pulsed gently in its betrayal.

Arms wrapped intimately around him and piercing eyes gazed intently as he resisted going onto his back but a squeeze, a squeeze and he bucked and lay with quiet desire suppressed. The night and Burkhard took their toll. Friedrich could hardly stand to resist him. Sometimes. His hands explored and ravished and the one occupied over where it shouldn’t be made him whimper and squirm at the thought. In fact the sexual pleasure and arousal began to hit him hard with cross eyes and tugs that elicited sounds Burkhard wanted to hear as he confided in it.

He pressed his body over his.

“Burkhard.”

“Shh, Friedrich,” the name left his mouth beautifully. He pressed in harder and his hips and clear erection bucked into his heavy handed palming with another “Oh”.

His body pressed close as Friedrich’s grew hotter. He kissed him eagerly. His lips spilling want as well as secret desire he’d held in for so long. He could feel the hot teasing pleasure of a small drop of semen rolling down into the fabrics constricting his shaft. Burkhard had never once stopped working. Not as he had kissed every inch of his mouth thick with tongue and stray kisses that adored him. He was so painfully aware of feeling wanted that his body pressed fluidly closer to Burkhard as well as nourished itself on the desire. His hands itched Burkhard’s clothing as he pressed his lips with desperate kisses against his neck. Still ad Burkhard undid his buttons his hands laced with his pushing back. Hr guided hi. Away from unwrapping. He ground against him. Friedrich squirmed and nearly cried out with frustration. Poor thing was reaching his threshold quickly. Burkhard would be patient to have him not realizing how deprived he was as he began to quiver with something more than need. He overloaded. Soft broken sounds left him in pure shock. His mouth was so full and occupied it strained open and he could only barely not choke at his wet tongue. He hadn’t wanted sex so bad. He wanted more if himself filled, he let loose another needy whine if intense pleasure. He swallowed greedily until his quarry had no hope of talking and escape. Not that he wanted away from Burkhard’s body and large provoking hands but as another cry let itself loose with more vigor, he could still feel the clouded part of the back of his mind screaming. He clutched Burkhard and pulled him closer, shamelessly riding his hips against his hand until his head began to swim. He needed to— He needed to—

He twisted his mouth free of Burkhard. “B—burkhard, bitte, I— nnnnghhh,” He twisted and Burkhard held him with careful observation. He was as hard as a rock but refused to be worked free. His hands prevented flesh from meeting throbbing flesh.

Sweet words of desire found their way into Friedrich’s ear as teeth sank into a delicate neck as breaths released themselves as the pressure grew tighter and tighter.

“Friedrich,” the sound of his name made him dizzy. He really needed to— oh god. Sometime along the line once he realized he wasn’t going to move an inch of clothing Burkhard settled for a delicate exposed neck and a hard erection being fondled and jacked off. The reactions were quick and he knew that he needed release soon. Soon.

“Burkhard,” he drawled the name high pitched and loud. Distressed. “I’m going to—”

“I know.”

“Mmmnnn, don’t”

He ignored him. He was close. He watched the reactions, they were nearly painful with his swollen pleasure. Each tug brought him closer. Gently and firmly, he pulled at him as he became a mess. He squealed as his abdominals contracted and his hips bucked violently, wiggling as he came for the first time in a long time. It felt painful but dizzy and good as Burkhard locked him in the gaze of his twitching orgasm. He kissed each feature with rapture. He hasn’t mated with him yet but he had spilled for him. Burkhard smiled cruelly as he touched him until he was empty.

Whimpers of desire gradually turned to those of shame. Burkhard coaxed him with kisses to remain as he was. He pressed hands to the quivering body still cooling from its ordeal. He wanted to feel him come down as much as he wanted the climax. His almost mate buried into his arms with soft protests of sound.

“You should change,” he murmured raking hands through disheveled sweaty hair. His mouth sampled the delicious flushed skin.