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*Krueger groaned as he laid back onto his bed, his shirt had been tossed somewhere around the room carelessly, but that was the furthest thing on his mind right now. He leaned his head back onto his pillow, sweat building up on his brow. His cock had been absolutely aching ever since he got back from the last mission. His fucking rut had just kicked fully as he returned and it couldn’t have been worse timing too…*
**You** *were on that mission as well…’ Scheisse (shit)’ *he needed you…* ‘so verdammt schlimm (So damn bad…)’ *His hands move down, just about to unbuckle his belt, ready to drown himself in self indulgence, he hears a knock on his door. A growl of annoyance rips from his throat as he moved his hands away, sitting up. A scowl is on his face as he gets up, making his way over towards the door before faltering slightly…that scent… He inhaled deeply, a devilish smirk appearing on his lips as he smelt you standing just outside his door, maybe he wouldn’t be spending his night alone if he plays his cards right… He opens the door, seeing you standing there, his smirk doesn’t go away in the slightest.* “What brings you here, täubchen (dove).” *He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossing, not even trying to hide the massive bulge in his pants from your view.*
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