Captured

Goddamn

The comment certainly doesn't help Milo's blush.

After another moment, he shakes his head and pulls away again, saying, "I'll go get some water and pain killers. Stay here and stay quiet." With one last look over his shoulder, he leaves the tent, in search of the items.

Curious, Konig glances around the tent. He can't do much, as his leg is causing him a great amount of pain; but he does poke at what he can reach, including Milo's backpack.

Pulling it close, he unzips it and pulls it open, starting to rifle around while keeping an ear out for Milo. The first thing he grabs is a spare t-shirt; he's just about to toss it aside when he realizes it smells just like the Brit.

In a split second decision, he shoves the shirt into his pocket, and then continues his rummaging.

The things he does throw aside include a few pens/pencils, a knife, thread, spare patches, and a screwdriver. The list of things he pockets, however, is longer; bullets, a different knife, a picture of Milo himself with his family, some cash, and a watch.

He's just starting to flip through a notebook when he hears the Brit's boots crunching on gravel. Hurriedly, he shoves it under his pillow, and throws the bag to the side, acting as if he had merely been laying there.

"Alright, I got some pain meds, chips, and water; you're not allergic to anything, are you?" Milo says, as he steps back into the tent with the items, zipping the flap shut behind him.

"No," Konig's accented voice answers, as he stares intently at the smaller man. Feeling the gaze, Milo gets nervous, fumbling as he hands the stuff to Konig. The chips are a bit crushed, and the bottle of meds has already been half used. But the water is chilled, and refreshing.

"Take three of those meds for your leg; they'll knock you out for a while, but at least it won't hurt. Eat the chips first, though." Milo directs, doing his best to be helpful despite his nerves.

"So I sleep?" The German asks. In response, the smaller man nods, and sits on the edge of the bed to give him some food.

"That's the idea..." Milo says quietly. In a very cautious action, he lifts Konig's mask to his nose, to expose his mouth. And then, gently, he puts a chip up to Konig's lips, and taps his chin for him to open his mouth. Immediately, the German complies, tilting his chin up to eat the chip.

A soft chuckle falls from the British soldier's lips, as he looks down at how Konig eats the chips with zero hesitation. But, after the bag is empty, and he's given the German the last chip, and Milo goes to brush his fingertips off to get the dust off, his hand is caught by Konig.

"Uh-uh," he says, bringing Milo's hand to his mouth, his touch gentle but firm. The larger man's tongue flicks out, drawing a fingertip into his mouth. The action makes the Brit's face flush bright red, and bite down on his bottom lip when Konig starts to gently suckle on his fingertips.

The action tickles, however, and he slightly giggles, trying to pull back again. But Konig laughs and stops him, continuing to suckle and lick his fingers clean. When he's done, he starts to kiss up Milo's hand and wrist, tickling the smaller man even more.
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But when his teeth ever-so-slightly graze a newer scar on the back of Milo's hand, that's still a bit tender, a shudder runs through his body. Seeing this, Konig's face flushes, this time showing with his mask still pulled up over his nose. But he doesn't stop, kissing higher up Milo's arm, sitting up to do so.

The man being kissed is blushing and shivering, embarrassed and wanting to pull away but feeling too good to do so. A soft moan left his lips when Konig got to his shoulder, and started to nibble and suckle.