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No. 4055
I have ideas as to where this will go. For now, have this urm...build-up?
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Engineer shut the door with a sharp click. He made sure it was locked before turning back to Soldier, who was standing bolt upright in the middle of the room, wire cord still looped around his neck. He sighed a bit, both tired and relieved. It was good to be back in his comfort zone. The workshop was his alone and he had complete authority here. And over anyone who entered. Solly watched him with those extreme blue eyes - the man was incapable of looking anything less than intense – as he calmly approached and picked up the swaying cord-become-leash.
“Now Solly,” He said in a disapproving tone. “You need to control yourself.” Solider breathed deeply, lowering his gaze. He was disappointed with himself. He had sworn he wouldn’t give in to temptation but he couldn’t help it! The filthy Russian maggot had literally asked for it. But he hadn’t been given clearance so he knew that his actions were inexcusable. Engie gave a tug on the leash, snapping Solly from his thoughts. “Otherwise, I’ll have to discipline you.” He said deliberately slow, letting the words sink in as he wound the cord he held around a finger.
The only hint that Solly reacted to what he heard was the slightest hitch in his breathing. Engineer knew that to get any reaction from the highly trained mercenary was an achievement; but he knew he could get better. He had gotten better responses before so he was darn sure he was going to wring them out of Soldier now. He pulled slightly on the cord, bringing the man’s head to his own, their helmets touching.
“Strip.”
Soldier breathed deeply, reaching for the clasp of his grenade strap. His fingers remained steady as he plucked it off then began to work on his ammunition belt. Engie loosened his hold on the leash, letting the cord slip through his fingers as he stood back, sitting down by his workbench. He leaned casually back, stroking the cord in a very familiar way with his thumb, gaze never leaving the undressing Soldier. Solly grit his teeth, watching the movement and remembering the sensations that would follow when that caress was firmly applied...he banished the thought, sliding off his jacket.
Engie licked his lips, not at all discrete about his interest. Soldier was well developed, the consequence of years of DIY military training. He took well to any sort of training. It would become ingrained into his mind, blending into his behavioural patterns. Engie delighted in watching the fierce man adapt to his teaching and seeing how it influenced his daily activities. He had the perfect mindset for taking instruction and a fiery temperament so it wasn’t too boring.
Soldier took off his undershirt last, leaving it hanging on the leash like it was drying on a clothes line. He stood to attention, only wearing his trousers and boots. Engie let go of the leash, causing the shirt to fall to the floor. He approached leisurely, stopping just short of Solly with his gaze roaming the bare, muscular chest displayed before him. He turned his gaze up to look into Soldier’s eyes. They remained still for a few moments, until Engineer grabbed the leash and pulled him forcefully down, helmets knocking against each other this time.
“I said strip boy.” He muttered. His fingers ghosted along the belt that held up Soldier’s trousers. “Get this off. Now.”
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