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The loud click-clacking of the typewriter underneath Albrecht’s nimble fingers filled the sound of the otherwise silent office. Another essay to be written, turned in, and likely never actually read.
His mind had been mostly elsewhere the entirety of the day. Friedrich had been occupying his thoughts as of late, barging into his mind and staying as an unwelcome guest. There was almost a mutual understanding between them—a kind of quiet perversion when it came to each other. It was in every passing glance, every pause of silence between them, the clumsy way they’d bump shoulders or let their hands linger for too long when helping each other with their ties. A pleading for more, more, more. The urge to pull hair while you play with it just because you can, to tug the other’s sleeve a bit too hard when you need to grab their attention. The way kissing and touching was always promised to be ‘just this once, then never again’.
A loud knocking at the door made him jump.
“Who is it?”
“It’s just me.”
The familiarity and tone of that voice was one Albrecht could instantly pinpoint as Friedrich’s. Shakily, he exhaled, as if to prepare for something. Maybe the shame that would come with this soon.
“Oh…come in, then.”
Friedrich shut the door behind him. His shoes clicked against the floor, and he walked up right behind where Albrecht was sat in his chair, a soft shiver running down his spine.
An air of silence passed, creating the same thick tension that always existed between them. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable. Just…there. Waiting for someone to do something, for anything to happen. “What are you working on?” Friedrich interrupted finally.
“Another essay.” Albrecht answered shortly, the once soft clicking of the typewriter beginning to sound more like he was mashing his fingers against it, trying to finish the final words on the rough draft with reinforced purpose. Friedrich nodded, and leaned forward to try to make sense of what looked like thousands of letters. His chin rested comfortably on Albrecht’s shoulder, breathing slow. Another predictable silence hung in the air, except Albrecht was the one to break it this time.
“You’re breathing down my neck.” He addressed flatly.
Friedrich pulled back slightly, but then stopped, like he was thinking about whether or not he really wanted to or not. Without much thought into the consequences, he placed a longer-than-necessary kiss right where Albrecht’s pulse point was. The way it quickened slightly, how a flush crept up his neck and a surprised grunt escaped from his lips, made Friedrich feel an even bigger hunger for more of this twisted game they liked to play with each other. Pushing and pushing and pushing the other person into more, to see how much they could get away with.
Albrecht cocked his head to the side to give Friedrich better access. It was an addiction, in a sense, or maybe an illness to live and love in such a twisted and abnormal way, with another man. Desire demonized as deviant behavior.
Coming around to the front of the chair, Friedrich set his hands around Albrecht’s waist, lifting him up before he could react. He took a seat on the chair and set Albrecht down on top of him.
“What are we—“
“Shh,” Friedrich cut him off with another kiss, this time to the lips. There was a certain bite to it this time. It wasn’t just want, it was need, the overwhelming desire to be fully indulged in someone you cared for so much.
He hardened underneath Albrecht. The arousal radiating off the both of them was obvious, raw. Friedrich’s hand slid down, stopping at Albrecht’s thigh, before trailing up again to grope exactly what he wanted. A noise that couldn’t be mistaken as anything other than a dirty one came from the brunette on top of him.
Normally, when things took this turn, it wasn’t somewhere so obvious. Albrecht’s office door had a lock on it, sure, but it was faulty and it if you turned it hard enough from the outside it’d just open anyways. It wasn’t reliable, and if anyone tried to barge in for any reason, it definitely wasn’t enough to buy them time to halt what they’d be doing. “Friedrich…” He tried to warn in-between kisses, through Friedrich made it obvious he didn’t plan to listen to the concern as his teeth found Albrecht’s bottom lip and bit softly on it. Pushing his anxiety about it aside, he slid his hands into Friedrich’s hair, though it still nagged at him and buzzed around his head like a pest.
Finally, he broke off from the kiss, flushed and breathing heavy. “We’re going to get caught here,” He tried to sound stern. “Can’t we wait until later?”
“Who else comes in here besides me?” Friedrich inquired with slight sarcasm in his tone.
“Well…” Albrecht swallowed. “…no one, really. But that isn’t the point. Someone could walk by, they could hear us, want to come in to see what’s going on.”
Friedrich considered the possibility for a second. He glanced at the door, then looked back to the hesitant Albrecht atop of his body. He began to unbuckle his own belt. “Then just be quiet,” He said simply, as if it was the easiest solution ever. “No one would come check if they think there’s nothing to be checking for, right?”
“…right.” Albrecht agreed with reluctance. “I can be quiet.”
“Good.” Friedrich replied, watching intently as Albrecht followed suit after him. They both had their pants and their underwear down just enough to free themselves, and Friedrich spat hard into his hand, using the warm saliva to stroke both of them with a pacing so quick it actually took Albrecht off guard for a second.
A loud, involuntary groan came from Friedrich, who quickly remembered that he’d need to be quiet. He slapped his other hand over his mouth. Out of the two of them, he’d always been much more vocal. Not that Albrecht just didn’t make noise at all, but he was very much better at being quiet. He took Friedrich’s wrist to move it, rubbing his thumb against the blond’s bottom lip, which was healing still after being split during a boxing match.
“Open,” Albrecht instructed, and Friedrich complied, parting them. Albrecht slid two fingers into his mouth. The hand that was continuing to get them off spasmed for a second, before picking up again (though shakier this time). Friedrich sucked on them with an odd greed—wanting to savor every part of Albrecht that was accessible to him.
Parting his legs more, they both shot each other knowing looks, and Friedrich released both of them. Grabbing himself at the base again while Albrecht lifted his hips, he prodded around a bit at first until he managed to push in. The brunette whined in discomfort, the initial burn enough to make him squirm.
Friedrich pulled his head back from Albrecht’s fingers to speak. “I know…” He panted. “I know it hurts…just tell me when you’re ready.”
Albrecht swallowed down a whimper. It was taking him a few minutes, but once he adjusted enough to the stretch, he nodded again. “Okay, go on.”
Friedrich, for what felt like the thousandth time, began kissing Albrecht once more as he pushed his hips up to get as deep as he could go. He was thankful his moans were silenced by it. He grabbed onto Albrecht’s hips, guiding him into it, feeling him writhe in not pain but pleasure this time.
The next few minutes were quiet—the pure intimacy of the moment and the feelings coming with their actions was the only thing either of them could focus on. Something about this felt wrong, but a bigger and stronger part of it felt right. They both understood how much trouble they could land in, simply just for being in love, and especially for being together in a way that was so ‘delinquent’. No one here would understand, and maybe they were both okay with that, because they understood each other.
“I’m almost there,” Albrecht confessed, feeling the familiar build up in the pit of his stomach. He hated the guilt that came with it after, but he also continued to do it again and again, as did Friedrich.
“I am too.” Admitted the blond, who grabbed onto Albrecht’s dick, stroking it with a pace that was somewhat underwhelming but he wanted them to finish at the same time. And, they did. Their orgasms came in like waves, and crashed down onto its shore just as quickly.
Albrecht weakly let his head fall right in the middle of Friedrich’s chest, whom of which just laughed a bit awkwardly at it as they both came down. He’d love for a day where there was no rush around things like this. He didn’t know if that’d ever come, and if their love always had to be in fight or flight. “We should clean up.” Albrecht suggested, his voice slightly rasped.
“Maybe.” Friedrich responded absentmindedly. “But after…can I stay here? While you finish your essay.”
Albrecht considered it for a second. “…okay. Just don’t distract me again.” He teased lightly.
“I won’t.” Friedrich smiled. “I promise.”