A drabble for captainjames
With a slight frown he
glanced down to see they wouldn’t touch the dirt floor of his tent. No need to
be worried; the shining black of his boots held them up.
He smiled, exposing large, yellowing teeth, and reached out to grab the curly hair of the small man sitting on the edge of his bed. He yanked him up harshly, and pressed a smirking kiss on his head. Strands of hair got caught between his teeth and he spluttered, spitting them out.
He shoved the smaller form away, a suddenly foul taste in his mouth.
But then the red of the sash around the man’s body caught his eye once more, the clinking of the platoon of medals adoring his chest was music in his ears and he stepped closer. And closer. And the man was kneeling on front of him, a breath of fear in his eyes, his mouth just slightly opened. His cheeks were chubby, his lips soft and wet and trembling.
He was trembling now. A rush of blood pounding in his ears, he yanked that curly hair once more.
Just the right height.
The soft, trembling lips closed around his hard, throbbing cock.
Fingers curled around that small head and he moved. Faster and faster, pounding him into submission.
His breathing became erratic, and with a loud hiss of air he came.
The candle on his table flickered out.
With precise movements, he picked up the white, lace handkerchief placed on the table, and wiped cum off his hands.
***
This was possibly the weirdest thing I've written.
He smiled, exposing large, yellowing teeth, and reached out to grab the curly hair of the small man sitting on the edge of his bed. He yanked him up harshly, and pressed a smirking kiss on his head. Strands of hair got caught between his teeth and he spluttered, spitting them out.
He shoved the smaller form away, a suddenly foul taste in his mouth.
But then the red of the sash around the man’s body caught his eye once more, the clinking of the platoon of medals adoring his chest was music in his ears and he stepped closer. And closer. And the man was kneeling on front of him, a breath of fear in his eyes, his mouth just slightly opened. His cheeks were chubby, his lips soft and wet and trembling.
He was trembling now. A rush of blood pounding in his ears, he yanked that curly hair once more.
Just the right height.
The soft, trembling lips closed around his hard, throbbing cock.
Fingers curled around that small head and he moved. Faster and faster, pounding him into submission.
His breathing became erratic, and with a loud hiss of air he came.
The candle on his table flickered out.
With precise movements, he picked up the white, lace handkerchief placed on the table, and wiped cum off his hands.
***
This was possibly the weirdest thing I've written.