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No. 7574
>>7438
Well, if you need it.
“Liebe? What’s that mean?” Scout pulled back from their kiss to ask this. Medic had muttered it as they groped one another, inadvertently earning the Bostonian boy’s curiosity.
“It means love, Scout,” Medic said gently as he brought his hand behind the boy’s neck. There was a warm smile on his face as he looked at the boy, so curious and talkative and adorable.
“Love?” Scout said as he undid the buttons to the Doctor’s coat. He wasn’t a patient man, and it was a bit of fumbling and force that the buttons came off, some from the jacket entirely. A bit of irritation swept over Medic’s face as he looked down at his buttons falling to the ground, but it passed over as Scout pulled him back a bit and kissed him. He could sew those back on later.
“And you said mein, which means my…so, you called me ‘My love?’” Scout asked as he pulled away and began stripping off his light red shirt.
“Ja,” Medic replied as he toss aside his coat and moved closer. Scout jumped up on the clinic’s bed and began fumbling with pants, getting in position for the doctor.
“Heh. You’re such a freakin’ fag,” Scout said it jestingly, without malice. He liked that Medic was giving him his unbridled attention, touching him, whispering that he loved him alone. “Now c’mere. Show me that ya love me.”
“If you insist,” Medic leaned down over Scout and rubbed his bare shoulders, eliciting a moan from the boy. Scout loved the way those rubber gloves felt, almost like alien entities, cool and tingly on his bare skin. They dug into his flesh and kneaded it, pushing it to and fro against the bones of his shoulder. Scout closed his eyes and stretched under the doctor, quite comfortable with this massage. But he wasn’t distracted from what he wanted. “Does zhis show you how I care for you?” Medic asked.
“A little,” Scout said, trying not to let a thrill of pleasure betray how much he liked it. “But you know what’d be a better way of showing me?”
“Vhat?” Medic asked with a slight grin, knowing what Scout would inevitably say.
“Screwin’ me,” Scout had a wide grin on his face, which he turned around and showed to Medic. The doctor was wearing a slight smile, and only shook his head and clucked his tongue in amusement.
“Vell, I suppose a doctor cannot deny treatment in good judgment,” Medic said, joke-rationalizing their relationship. He undid his belt and let his pants slip to the ground, taking a bottle of lubricant from his pocket before letting them drop. With Scout, you could never be too well-prepared. The boy was much faster and more erratic than most lovers. He didn’t work on a schedule. When he wanted you, he’d have you. It tired Medic out, but at the end of the day, he was satisfied. He loved Scout, even if the age difference was a bit…unusual.
Scout tossed off boxers and splayed out on the bed, throwing Medic a sultry look. “Like the view?” he asked, sticking his rear up higher for Medic to see. Would the old, sexy man in the back hurry up? He wanted a cock up his ass, stat!
“Wunderbar,” Medic said, squirting the lubricant in his hands and starting to apply itto Scout’s ass. Reaching through his boxers, he took his cock in his hand and gave it a few pumps, preparing it for entry he prepared the young man. Scout shivered and bit his lower lip at the gelid sensation around his ass, but remained still. When he was all lubed up, Medic withdrew his hand and took the glove off it. This was supposed to be romantic, not a prostate exam. Once it was off, he stepped up onto the bed and moved in position behind Scout, bringing a pair of digits to the boy’s entrance and stretching it. Scout groaned as he felt himself be filled, first by one, then two, then three fingers, working themselves and stretching the tight space. Smiling, Medic leaned over the boy and lowered his cock. “Ready for zhis?” he asked as he withdrew his fingers and brought his penis in place.
“Yeah yeah, just hurry up, I ain’t got all day.” For Medic, of course, he’d take all the time in the world. But he wouldn’t let him know that.
Medic smiled and pushed into Scout, slowly and gently. Scout squirmed and arched his back, feeling the familiar pain that came before the pleasure. He arched his back and dug into the sheets before him with his fingers, gritting his teeth as Medic filled him. It was painful, but dammit, it felt good. “Aw, jeez, doc…” Scout murmured as Medic started pulling out and thrusting.
“Am I going too fast?” Medic asked, stopping suddenly with a look of concern. He could with others feeling pain, but he couldn’t bear the thought of Scout in discomfort.
“No, dammit, I meant that that felt good!” Scout said, sighing and lying forward. “I mean keep doing it, not stop.”
“Ach. Es tut mir leid,” Scout had no idea what it meant, all he knew was that Medic began thrusting in and out again. He gave a hungry little grunt and dug his fingers back into the sheets, shuddering under that wonderful sensation, that burning feeling, in him. Medic marveled at how tight Scout was, savoring the feeling of being inside the Bostonian. He grabbed onto Scout’s hips increased his pace, thrusting quicker and harder, sweating slightly from the exertion. Scout felt himself be moved by Medic’s movements, felt himself go up in down in rhythm with the German’s undulations. He was thrusting deep enough to hit that ecstatic spot, making the boy writhe and moan in pleasure.
“Harder, dammit…” he managed to mutter, arching his back.
Medic complied, biting his lip to keep from moaning himself as he thrust in and out Scout’s wonderful tight ass. Each movement was a wave of jouissance, each thrust in and out bringing new, building pleasure that was fast coming to its zenith. “Mein…mein liebe…hnng!” Medic managed before he felt himself come into the boy. As Medic came, Scout felt himself pushed over the edge, and let out fast, ragged breaths as he ejaculated onto the sheet of the bed. Wave upon wave, almost in sync, ebbing and fading and leaving two exasperated men in their wake. Medic sighed and let himself drop against Scout, dick going limp and hanging idly from the Bostonian’s ass. Scout, normally not the type to be easily enervated, was panting and sweating as he moved over to accommodate Medic, feeling like he’d run a marathon. Of course, this was better than anything endorphins could provide.
“Thanks, doc,” Scout said smiling at the German. Medic turned his head and gave a small smile back. “I love ya, man.”
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