Extension December 2024 Drabble #2

Peeps! Have this extension early to gentle you into the New Year! I hope you have a good last few hours in 2024 and for those with sensitive pets, that they will get well through the night!

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Reinhardt/Balderich – lingerie kink – Balderich is a simple man. He just wants to be Reinhardt's first. And make sure he thinks of him for the rest of his life :).

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (This Part)

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Wilhelm glances at Balderich, then away again. He shuffles, putting his back to the other. His huge, broad back, bisected by the line of the bra, the clasp right above his spine once he shrugs out of his shirt and pulls his undershirt up and over his head.

There’s still complete silence filling the showers. Balderich doesn’t quite know how to react. There are a lot of things going through his head. Like the fact that the bra must have been custom made because Reinhardt, like himself, is a huge man and it fits him just perfectly right.

And the fact that he somehow managed to bring the risky little number out to deployment without anybody being any the wiser. Because Balderich is absolutely certain the other boys haven’t seen it; the commentary wouldn’t stop if they had an inkling of how delicious Wilhelm’s tits looked in a bit of sky blue lace.

As the quiet keeps on stretching, Wilhelm keeps moving. His head is down. That air of a man walking to the gallows has yet to leave him as he unbuttons his pants and slides them down. As he bends forward, Balderich is treated to the sight of matching blue lace panties.

The fabric looks so silky soft and decadent; molding to the fat swell of Wilhelm’s breeder balls. The bulge is visible between his heavily muscled thighs. Definitely custom made. Definitely purchased by Wilhelm with intent. Not just a spur of the moment purchase but him having to go and give someone his measurements or have them be taken.

The thought of the young soldier standing in the back of some specialized lingerie room comes wholly unbidden to Balderich’s quickly overheating brain.

He thinks about this mountain of a man standing there in midst of the fine fabrics and dainty little mannequins that are showing off even daintier, smaller little scraps of lingerie.

He thinks about the workers at the store, probably just as young and pretty as the girls in the bar, flitting all around him, taking measurements, flushed and excited to be handling such a strapping young man…

“Wilhelm,” he chokes out, his voice already wrecked. He sees Reinhardt freezing in the spot for a second before his shoulders start to pull up and his spine starts to curve forward. Bracing himself for the blow to come.

Balderich swallows thickly. He feels like he’s drooling, reaching up and rubbing across his mouth, the bristles of his handlebar mustache rasping loud against his rough skin. “Reinhardt,” he amends, voice a little softer. “The Hell are you wearing that for, boy? You want to fuck the guys up? They won’t be able to focus on battle knowing the pretty little things you wear under your armor.”

Reinhardt’s shoulders lower a little more. He groans and it sounds pained, shaking his head. “I don’t wear it under the armor,” he assures softly.

He finally turns around after a moment of more quiet; shuffling in a way Balderich has never before seen him move. Shy. Uncertain. Not completely filling the room he is in with his mere presence. His face is pale except for a few hectic red dots on his cheeks.

“I just like to wear them when I have a day or so between fights. Gets me… relaxes me.”

Balderich groans. He reaches up, drags a hand over his face. He’s aware of the erection he’s sporting, pressing desperately into his camo pants, and when he has stopped feeling sorry for himself because of this big, sweet idiot and can bear to look at him again, Reinhardt has zeroed in on that fact as well.

His eyes are just so very, very blue as they stare at the fat bulge, his thick fingers twitching against his thighs.

Balderich looks back in quiet assessment, gaze trailing along Reinhardt’s body; once again taking in the way his tits are getting hugged lovingly by the bra. How the fact that he’s got a generous helping of chest hair is somehow adding to the picture instead of distracting from it.

The fur tapers off down his stomach, then starts up again just underneath his belly button. A darker shade of blond vanishing in the low cut of the panties. Panties that have started straining around the young soldier’s erection. They have been made with Reinhardt’s massive junk in mind but even they can not sit perfectly when his cock starts filling out with a vengeance.

Balderich swallows thickly. He glances to the door of the temporary shower facilities. There’s no lock but it’s late enough that he’s suitably sure all the other guys are sleeping.

“Boy,” he growls, snapping his fingers impatiently a few times. “Come here. Let me get a better look, at least.”

Reinhardt hesitates for a moment, following his glance to the doors, but just like the good soldier he is, he does not argue with his commander. The flush on his cheeks is getting darker as he starts to move closer. Balderich licks his lips. He stares at Wilhelm’s mouth; wide and sensual, lips looking pink like a lady’s.

The little thatch of a beard he’s started to grow on his chin doesn’t detract from it, weirdly enough. It looks so very soft and Balderich grabs him by it as soon as he is close enough and pulls him in for a kiss.

His goatee really is soft against Balderich’s rough chin stubble, and his lips are feeling just as luxurious against his mouth as he thought they might.

Reinhardt does barely kiss back. He sounds like his breath is stuck in his throat and he’s just standing there, rooted to the spot. As if he’s not sure what to do.

Balderich stops kissing him and instead shifts, forcing the younger man with the movement of his body to turn the way he wants him to. When he stands with his back against the row of lockers, Balderich gets his hands on Wilhelm’s tits.

They feel as hard as they look but there is just a bit of give; just enough to make them dimple when Balderich really digs his thick fingers in. It makes Reinhardt whimper before he can stuff a fist against his mouth.

Balderich glances up. Reinhardt is flushed such a hot, deep red that his eyes look especially blue and especially watery.

“You look good, Wilhelm,” Balderich says in a low voice. His fingers have zeroed in on tiny little nipples that are standing and perfect, delicious attention. He plucks them through the fine lacey fabric. “You don’t want this, it’s fine, boy. I won’t breathe a word to anybody. You just tell me, before I bend you over and spread your pussy wide.”

Reinhardt’s eyes go wide, flick toward Balderich’s face, then clench tightly shut. He looks like he’s warring with himself. Balderich can feel his face thumping rabbit fast in his chest and wonders what that is about until he can hear Reinhardt’s voice; rough and so, so uncharacteristically soft: “I’ve never…”

He doesn’t continue, but he doesn’t need to. Balderich groans at the thought of Wilhelm walking around like this and never having had a bloke up his delicious ass.

“I’ll be gentle,” he assures him.

It’s a bit of a lie, he realizes once he got Reinhardt bent over and his panties peeled down to sit just beneath his ass. In order to not destroy him, the young soldier has to keep his legs together, making himself that much tighter than he already is. There’s no amount of fingering, no amount of lube that could make this any easier on Wilhelm; not in the situation and position they are in. But he takes it well. He muffles his whimpers into his forearms as Balderich starts to ease his impossible swollen glans into the other’s body.

“Boy…” he groans, fingers spasming on Reinhardt’s hips. He stares at the clasp of Reinhardt’s bra and wonders if he should have undone it. Get him properly naked like one of the girls… but he looks too good like this. Too perfect. Balderich won’t be able to focus on the battlefield knowing what Reinhardt can look like. Can sound like. His voice has climbed up so high; simpering and beautiful as Balderich slowly, carefully ruts deeper into his body.

He’ll have to request to be assigned to another group of idiots. He can’t do this; not when Reinhardt’s body is magma hot and so tight that it is downright painful to spread his pussy on his dick.

Right after their Eichenwalde assignment. But he has to assure the boy that it’s not because of him. Or it is. It very much is. Just not the way-

“Beautiful,” Balderich grunts. “Only a couple inches more. You can take it, boy, can’t you? Looking so beautiful in your pretty little things. Any man’s dream. Can’t believe you didn’t spread your legs for any of the other guys. But they don’t deserve ya, do they? Kids who have no idea how to treat a lady well.

I’ll make sure you’ll think of me. Think of me for the rest of your life. Whenever you put on your pretty little undergarments, whenever you spread your legs for a gent to slide between. You’ll think of me, boy, won’t you?

Yes. Fuck, but you’re tight.”