bondage/humiliation (klose/özil)
I decided to write kinky porn with either Özil or Khedira for every German NT player who scores today. This is the first. :)
Kink: bondage/humiliation
Characters/Pairing: Miroslav Klose/Mesut Özil
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 360
It can’t have been more than a few hours, Mesut knows that, but it still feels like he’s been like this for half of eternity. His jaw aches from the gag, his bare thighs tremble in exhaustion, and he can barely feel his arms anymore that are bound behind his back. A thin sheen of sweat covers his body despite the chilly draught coming in from the half open window. The small bedside lamp is on, illuminating his bound, exposed body.
The curtains are open. If anyone bothered to look into the hotel room from the houses on the other side of the road they could see Mesut clearly. The thought makes him shiver and bite back a small whimper. His heart is beating so fast it almost hurts and breathing is hard.
There’s a shadow watching him from the darkness of the other room through the open door and the need to hide from prying eyes is almost unbearable and makes Mesut hunch his shoulders just a fraction more.
“You’re hard,” the voice says. Mesut wants to shake his head but he can’t deny the truth. He closes his eyes in shame when a hand wraps around his hard cock and he can’t swallow the low moan around the gag. It takes only a few strokes before he’s coming hard with an almost desperate cry of release, coating his chest and that teasing hand with white streaks of come.
But suddenly exhaustion overcomes him and he’s collapsing into strong arms, no strength left in his body.
“I’ve got you,” Miro whispers, his voice warmer than before. He’s quickly removing the gag and the restraints, laying Mesut gently back on the back, pulling the covers over both of them. And when Mesut looks up there’s just the tiniest hint of regret and doubt in Miro’s eyes.
“Don’t,” Mesut breathes, eyelids feeling heavy. “I wanted it…”
“Why?” Miro asks quietly. “Why do you keep making me do this to you?”
Mesut just shakes his head, unable to meet his lover’s eyes, and buries his head in the crook of Miro’s neck, revelling in the safety of the other man’s protective embrace.
Kink: bondage/humiliation
Characters/Pairing: Miroslav Klose/Mesut Özil
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 360
It can’t have been more than a few hours, Mesut knows that, but it still feels like he’s been like this for half of eternity. His jaw aches from the gag, his bare thighs tremble in exhaustion, and he can barely feel his arms anymore that are bound behind his back. A thin sheen of sweat covers his body despite the chilly draught coming in from the half open window. The small bedside lamp is on, illuminating his bound, exposed body.
The curtains are open. If anyone bothered to look into the hotel room from the houses on the other side of the road they could see Mesut clearly. The thought makes him shiver and bite back a small whimper. His heart is beating so fast it almost hurts and breathing is hard.
There’s a shadow watching him from the darkness of the other room through the open door and the need to hide from prying eyes is almost unbearable and makes Mesut hunch his shoulders just a fraction more.
“You’re hard,” the voice says. Mesut wants to shake his head but he can’t deny the truth. He closes his eyes in shame when a hand wraps around his hard cock and he can’t swallow the low moan around the gag. It takes only a few strokes before he’s coming hard with an almost desperate cry of release, coating his chest and that teasing hand with white streaks of come.
But suddenly exhaustion overcomes him and he’s collapsing into strong arms, no strength left in his body.
“I’ve got you,” Miro whispers, his voice warmer than before. He’s quickly removing the gag and the restraints, laying Mesut gently back on the back, pulling the covers over both of them. And when Mesut looks up there’s just the tiniest hint of regret and doubt in Miro’s eyes.
“Don’t,” Mesut breathes, eyelids feeling heavy. “I wanted it…”
“Why?” Miro asks quietly. “Why do you keep making me do this to you?”
Mesut just shakes his head, unable to meet his lover’s eyes, and buries his head in the crook of Miro’s neck, revelling in the safety of the other man’s protective embrace.