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Himmler had just stepped through his bedroom door, exhausted he slowly took off his jacket, undoing his tie and the buttons to his shirt, dropping them carelessly on the floor. His eyes half lidded, he walked to the bed, stripping off his pants and tossing them to the floor. Snuggling into the sheets as best he could, laying on his side, trying to forget about the stressors of his work day. He closed his eyes tight, head pounding with a headache. Eventually, drifting off to sleep.
Hermann was bored, sitting downstairs in Himmlers house. He’d often invited himself over, but there was no sign of Himmler. Frustrated, he went upstairs to find the man. Opening his bedroom door with a soft creak, smiling to himself once he found his sleeping beauty.
Carefully, Hermann snuck up to the bed. Noticing Himmler was knocked out, chest rising and falling slowly, mouth slightly parted. Hermann ran his hand across Himmlers cheek, cupping it softly. Leaning down, wanting to kiss him but not wanting him to wake up. Instead, pulling back the sheets to expose his sleeping body. With a wolfish grin he ran his hands across Himmlers chest, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Hermann smiled, needing more. An idea came to mind.
Carefully, he crouched down, grabbing his bag, morphine needles tucked securely inside. With a predatory grin he took one out, standing up besides the bed and gently pulling Himmlers arm up, tucked against his stomach. Pushing lightly as not to wake him, he found a vein, carefully pushing the tip of the needle inside, hearing Himmler whimper in his sleep. Hermann held back a chuckle, pushing the plunger down. Watching every last drop of the morphine sink into his lover. Himmler stilled, no more signs of resistance or whimpering. Hermann smiled, petting his hair, playing with it.
Testing to see if it worked, he lifted his arm and dropped it, Himmlers arm falling limp to his side, not waking up. Hermann smirked, pulling the sheets back the rest of the way, knowing his sleeping beauty wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. Especially not through what he was about to do to him.
Hermann pushed Himmler onto his stomach, smiling as he climbed on top of him, letting his belt clash noisily to the floor, and unzipping his trousers. He pushed his cock between his cheeks, pushing them together with his hands, groaning as he grew hard between them. Pulling out a small bottle of lube he slathered it on his cock, rubbing it up and down Himmlers cheeks, prepping mostly himself. If his lover wouldn’t wake up, why would he bother prepping him?
With a predatory smile he lined up, excited to claim his prize. Pushing in slowly with a groan he felt Himmler stir slightly, but go limp again, his face scrunched in pain. Chuckling, Hermann bottomed out, cock fully sheathed in his lovers warm asshole. Hermann moaned above him, not wasting any time he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips against Himmlers ass, balls slamming against Himmlers. He moaned in his sleep, shaking slightly, tears slipped down his cheeks, pain evident in his face.
Hermann smiled, licking a stripe up his cheek, tasting the salty tears that resided there. He kept pumping, fucking into him like a ragdoll, squeezing his ass as hard as he could, determined to leave dark bruises up and down his body. He groaned loudly, release coming quickly, unloading into Himmler with a few strong spurts, filling him up with his load.
Hermann collapsed on top of Himmler, kissing his neck, not pulling out. Wiping some sweat off of his forehead he held Himmler by his hips, rolling over onto his side, making sure Himmler rolled with him. Softening up inside of him, but not pulling out, cockwarming his lover. Hermann smiled, drifting off to sleep beside his sleeping beauty.