It was raining behind the window with occasional lightnings striking, a perfect weather for masking the sounds of forbidden love, absolutely perfect for Hitler and Heydrich, knowing that the wooden walls don’t suppress their moans. Poor Reinhard was on the receiving end of Adolf’s whip, not that he minded it during their passion, on the contrary, he loved it and Adolf reveled in the pride of dominating the much taller man. As he placed himself directly above Reinhard, he felt spidery fingers creeping up his back, starting near his tailbone, he then lowered his body and began planting kisses and hickeys on his neck and collarbone, one of Reinhard’s hands moved over to Adolf’s head, he felt the tugging of his hair, it was clear that Reinhard wanted him to place his lips lower, towards his nether regions, but it’s not like he’d give him immediately what he wants, no, Adolf’s a teasing man.
Hair pulling
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