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The oaken door closed with a creak of rusted hinges, and lightly tanned fingers were quick to pull at clothing even before the confines of privacy. First came the harnesses, tumbling to the floorboards with a clatter of brass buckles. Jackets followed soon after, joined by pants, shirts and undergarments.
The problems of joining such things as the military would be that time is always in low supply, and very rarely was there time for personal pleasures.
The cold embraced your bare skin, and you shivered, walking towards the young man by the name of Marco Bodt, who stood impeccably still, a pinked blush dusting his freckled cheeks as curious eyes roamed over your figure. The coloring in his face only darkened when you began to approach him, shivering from the cold.
He was very kind, very careful, you noted as his lips touched softly to yours, pressing feather-light kisses to the corners of your mouth. Fingers traced across your arms with satin touches, as he moved to envelop you in tepid, lightly tanned arms.
It couldn’t be his first time doing this, you thought suddenly, watching how sure he was of his movements. No, not his first time, although it wasn’t yours, either. Despite that, neither of you could call yourselves particularly experienced.
He let his lips touch to yours with such carefulness- he really was the definition of gentle.
“Marco,” you murmured softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was warm, so warm, compared to the cold bite of brisk fall air. Even inside, the chill crept through the cracks, filling the rooms and sinking into your skin.
“Hm….” He hummed a reply absentmindedly, lightly calloused hands busy memorizing the feel of your skin, lips returning to yours again, and again. His kisses were light and feathery, and you laughed.
A warm smile crept up his face, and he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, enjoying the feeling of intimacy.
“Are we going to do this, or what?” You finally asked, all too aware that the little time you have is slowly slipping away.
He laughed lightly, his voice muffled against your neck.
“Eager, princess?”
You groaned loudly, exaggerating your annoyance.
“I thought we had stopped with the nicknames!”
His shoulders drooped, as Marco raised his head to look at you, eyes wide and sorrowful.
“Aww, [name]… Don’t spoil my fun…”
You rolled your eyes, flashing a smile at the young man before you.
“You’re the one ruining my fun. Speaking of which, if you’re not gonna start what we came here for, then I will.”
His face turned an impressive shade of red- despite being experienced, any mention of these activities embarrassed him beyond belief.
“W-well then… C’mon.”
He took a seat atop the cot in the corner of the small room, getting comfortable before you slid into his lap.
Any comment he could have made was cut short by a series of ardent kisses up his jawline, as your warm hands reached for him, delicately wrapping around his length.
“Mm… Oh, gosh,” he murmured into your neck, embarrassed and blushing hard enough that you could nearly feel the heat of his cheeks. With flickers of teasing touches, you learned quickly how to draw noises from him with ease, your cheeks just as flushed and reddened as his, purely from the embarrassment of the intimacy you shared.
“No more games, sweetheart…”
The whispered breath ghosted against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
“O-oh… Did I do something wrong?”
Experienced or not, you became tentative and shy at the slightest sliver of negativity, even if it was conjured by your own mind.
“No, no…”
He met your eyes with a warm chocolate gaze, freckled face breaking into a grin.
“It feels good… But I want to make you feel good, too… And- to be brutally honest, we don’t have much time.”
You laughed, a light, timid sound; inwardly relieved that you had not made an accidental mistake.
“Are you ready, princess?”
A shy smile decorated your face, framed by a blush staining your cheeks cherry pink. You drew in a few shaky breaths, working to calm the coiled spring that was the anticipation wound tight in your stomach.
“Y-yeah.”
He gave a gentle push, pressing his lips to yours as a distraction; he’d heard how it could be painful at first.
Painful was not an accurate word- strange was more descriptive, but the abnormal feeling faded to pleasure quick enough, and you rolled your hips experimentally, hearing his quick intake of breath at your movements.
His fingers, just as wanting as yours, left a heated trail down the arch of your spine, then up once again to entangle in your hair, tugging you forward gently, humming satisfaction into your lips.
Sighing to yourself, you found his hips pouncing back at yours. His groans were near silent to your ears, overpowered by your own swift breaths and occasional whimpers.
His gentle affections shifted downward, your head tilting back, presenting him with a soft, sensitive canvas that was your neck to treat as he pleased. Your lungs threatened to collapse, the crisp air becoming a strain to take in, burning cold with each breath. The rhythm of your movements quickened, each feeling the beginnings of a heat under the thin veil of lust.
A gentle groan sounded from beneath his throat, rumbling out a sense of pleasure. His grip on your hips was nearly bruising, the pads of his fingers leaving white presses against your skin. Again, and again he returned attention to your lips, his kisses increasingly hot, tentative tastes becoming braver with time.
“[Name]… H-hold on…”
The rhythmic rolling of your hips came to a halt, and you looked at his flushed face inquisitively. He encased you in brawny, tanned arms, shifting on the cot until you lay on your back, Marco propped on his elbows above your form.
“It’s my turn to do all the work; it’s only fair, princess.”
He was far less gentle with his movements now, sure that you could withstand at least some force, picking up the rhythmic rocking of his hips once more. Only this time, he had your legs wrapped at his hips, fingers of his free hand intertwined with yours.
You tangled your remaining hand in his dark hair, messy after recent endeavors. His groans of satisfaction were muffled against your lips, your own near-silent cries intermixing with his. You whimpered, feeling the heat about to boil over beneath your skin.
“Marco… Mmmh…”
From the way his thrusts became faster-paced and slightly erratic, he too was close to the end.
“Look… At me…”
Both gasping for chilly, frostbitten air, his words were raspy and low, pressing a searing kiss to your lips as his hips snapped against yours strongly, riding out an exhilarating high that you couldn’t quite keep silent. Moaning, hot and sweaty, you shivered with the few final strokes that struck blissfully home.
Tired and worn underneath him, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep as so, in tepid arms that warmed you. His lips, slightly dry pressed gently to your forehead, his eyelids fluttering closed.
“I think we can skip one training session…” You mumble quietly, content to drift to sleep in his grasp.

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The oaken door closed with a creak of rusted hinges, and lightly tanned fingers were quick to pull at clothing even before the confines of privacy. First came the harnesses, tumbling to the floorboards with a clatter of brass buckles. Jackets followed soon after, joined by pants, shirts and undergarments.
The problems of joining such things as the military would be that time is always in low supply, and very rarely was there time for personal pleasures.
The cold embraced your bare skin, and you shivered, walking towards the young man by the name of Marco Bodt, who stood impeccably still, a pinked blush dusting his freckled cheeks as curious eyes roamed over your figure. The coloring in his face only darkened when you began to approach him, shivering from the cold.
He was very kind, very careful, you noted as his lips touched softly to yours, pressing feather-light kisses to the corners of your mouth. Fingers traced across your arms with satin touches, as he moved to envelop you in tepid, lightly tanned arms.
It couldn’t be his first time doing this, you thought suddenly, watching how sure he was of his movements. No, not his first time, although it wasn’t yours, either. Despite that, neither of you could call yourselves particularly experienced.
He let his lips touch to yours with such carefulness- he really was the definition of gentle.
“Marco,” you murmured softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was warm, so warm, compared to the cold bite of brisk fall air. Even inside, the chill crept through the cracks, filling the rooms and sinking into your skin.
“Hm….” He hummed a reply absentmindedly, lightly calloused hands busy memorizing the feel of your skin, lips returning to yours again, and again. His kisses were light and feathery, and you laughed.
A warm smile crept up his face, and he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, enjoying the feeling of intimacy.
“Are we going to do this, or what?” You finally asked, all too aware that the little time you have is slowly slipping away.
He laughed lightly, his voice muffled against your neck.
“Eager, princess?”
You groaned loudly, exaggerating your annoyance.
“I thought we had stopped with the nicknames!”
His shoulders drooped, as Marco raised his head to look at you, eyes wide and sorrowful.
“Aww, [name]… Don’t spoil my fun…”
You rolled your eyes, flashing a smile at the young man before you.
“You’re the one ruining my fun. Speaking of which, if you’re not gonna start what we came here for, then I will.”
His face turned an impressive shade of red- despite being experienced, any mention of these activities embarrassed him beyond belief.
“W-well then… C’mon.”
He took a seat atop the cot in the corner of the small room, getting comfortable before you slid into his lap.
Any comment he could have made was cut short by a series of ardent kisses up his jawline, as your warm hands reached for him, delicately wrapping around his length.
“Mm… Oh, gosh,” he murmured into your neck, embarrassed and blushing hard enough that you could nearly feel the heat of his cheeks. With flickers of teasing touches, you learned quickly how to draw noises from him with ease, your cheeks just as flushed and reddened as his, purely from the embarrassment of the intimacy you shared.
“No more games, sweetheart…”
The whispered breath ghosted against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
“O-oh… Did I do something wrong?”
Experienced or not, you became tentative and shy at the slightest sliver of negativity, even if it was conjured by your own mind.
“No, no…”
He met your eyes with a warm chocolate gaze, freckled face breaking into a grin.
“It feels good… But I want to make you feel good, too… And- to be brutally honest, we don’t have much time.”
You laughed, a light, timid sound; inwardly relieved that you had not made an accidental mistake.
“Are you ready, princess?”
A shy smile decorated your face, framed by a blush staining your cheeks cherry pink. You drew in a few shaky breaths, working to calm the coiled spring that was the anticipation wound tight in your stomach.
“Y-yeah.”
He gave a gentle push, pressing his lips to yours as a distraction; he’d heard how it could be painful at first.
Painful was not an accurate word- strange was more descriptive, but the abnormal feeling faded to pleasure quick enough, and you rolled your hips experimentally, hearing his quick intake of breath at your movements.
His fingers, just as wanting as yours, left a heated trail down the arch of your spine, then up once again to entangle in your hair, tugging you forward gently, humming satisfaction into your lips.
Sighing to yourself, you found his hips pouncing back at yours. His groans were near silent to your ears, overpowered by your own swift breaths and occasional whimpers.
His gentle affections shifted downward, your head tilting back, presenting him with a soft, sensitive canvas that was your neck to treat as he pleased. Your lungs threatened to collapse, the crisp air becoming a strain to take in, burning cold with each breath. The rhythm of your movements quickened, each feeling the beginnings of a heat under the thin veil of lust.
A gentle groan sounded from beneath his throat, rumbling out a sense of pleasure. His grip on your hips was nearly bruising, the pads of his fingers leaving white presses against your skin. Again, and again he returned attention to your lips, his kisses increasingly hot, tentative tastes becoming braver with time.
“[Name]… H-hold on…”
The rhythmic rolling of your hips came to a halt, and you looked at his flushed face inquisitively. He encased you in brawny, tanned arms, shifting on the cot until you lay on your back, Marco propped on his elbows above your form.
“It’s my turn to do all the work; it’s only fair, princess.”
He was far less gentle with his movements now, sure that you could withstand at least some force, picking up the rhythmic rocking of his hips once more. Only this time, he had your legs wrapped at his hips, fingers of his free hand intertwined with yours.
You tangled your remaining hand in his dark hair, messy after recent endeavors. His groans of satisfaction were muffled against your lips, your own near-silent cries intermixing with his. You whimpered, feeling the heat about to boil over beneath your skin.
“Marco… Mmmh…”
From the way his thrusts became faster-paced and slightly erratic, he too was close to the end.
“Look… At me…”
Both gasping for chilly, frostbitten air, his words were raspy and low, pressing a searing kiss to your lips as his hips snapped against yours strongly, riding out an exhilarating high that you couldn’t quite keep silent. Moaning, hot and sweaty, you shivered with the few final strokes that struck blissfully home.
Tired and worn underneath him, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep as so, in tepid arms that warmed you. His lips, slightly dry pressed gently to your forehead, his eyelids fluttering closed.
“I think we can skip one training session…” You mumble quietly, content to drift to sleep in his grasp.