Richtofen smirked lustfully up at Dempsey before said man bent down and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. It wasn't unlawful, nor was it chaste, but it was just perfect for Doctor Richtofen. He smiled happily before wrapping his arms around Dempsey's shoulders. The Marine fiddled with the Nazi's hair for a moment, running his long, languid fingers through it. He smiled contently at the attention. His hair was a dark, mousey brown, with a light tinge of grey outlining his slender facial features, which was intriguingly ironic, because of his age. Richtofen was quite thin, and unhealthily so. Dempsey could tell this when he ran his fingers down the doctor's chest, feeling ribs, straining lightly against his pale skin. Tank became increasingly interested by the doctor as time went on. During his first encounter with Richtofen, he never got the chance to really look at his body. Dempsey was far too consumed by lust to even care about who or what was underneath him. And well, he supposed it was fate that brought him here. Tank loved the way Richtofen's heart raced in his chest at his touch, and how he bit his lower lip to fight back a small moan. It was almost unbearable not to rip off both of their clothing as quickly as he could, just to fuck Richtofen's brains out. He decided that he would ... torture the man a little. Just as he had to him. Dempsey pushed the Nazi back to the cold, iron floor. He kissed him once more, pressing his tongue into the doctor's mouth and playing with it whilst Richtofen fought back for dominance, trying to live up to the bet that he had been given. Richtofen was a very quite a voicetrous lover, so it was fairly difficult for the man to keep himself mute in the situation. He flipped Dempsey onto his back, straddling him, running his own long digits down Tank's chest and abdomen, tracing the lines of his abs. Richtofen licked his lips lustfully before kissing the American once more, tongues fighting a war for dominance once again. Dempsey gained the upper hand for a moment as he switched places with the doctor, clenching his wrists with one hand while the other traced lines all over the Nazi's body, beginning to remove the spacesuit with one hand while the other held his wrists in place. Richtofen tried to reach up to pull at Dempsey's green jacket, struggling against his man made shackles. Mentally growling his frustration, he eventually gave up, laying back and enjoying his attention. Dempsey trailed feather light kisses along Richtofen's collar bone, remembering how sensitive that spot was for him. Dempsey watched the blush creep across the smaller man's face as he tried to keep from fidgeting below Tank. Said man decided to take it up a notch, and he ran his light, wriggling tongue along the man's neck, sucking on his Adam's Apple for a moment before returning to his collar bone to lick and nibble at it. Richtofen felt small shocks of pleasure vibrating from his neck down to his groin as his arousal became more evident. Dempsey pulled away for a breif moment and allowed Richtofen to assist him in removing his clothing. After they were disposed of, the slighter man pulled Tank back down, flipping them over so he was on top, and roughly nibbling his neck. Dempsey cooed lightly to himself, before Richtofen bit down, forcing Dempsey to exhale painfully through his teeth. "Oh, god..." It confused him, how much it was turning him on, groaning as Richtofen bit down harder, his tongue darting across the skin to taste the crimson fluid that emerged from it. The crazed man rose up, gazing back down at Tank lovingly before he traded sides with Richtofen again, grappling for his wrists and binding them over his head again. "Time for some good old fashioned American torture..." He ran his index finger lightly over Richtofen's skinny body before moving to his side, trailing four fingers up and down his abdomen. Richtofen flinched, his lower belly fluttering lightly as his mouth flew open, but he kept himself quiet. Dempsey grinned and glided all of his left hand fingers over the man's side, spectating as the doctor bucked his hips in protest, gritting his teeth. Dempsey laughed loudly as the smaller man struggled to keep quiet. " Hehe... I didn't know you were this ticklish..." he released Richtofen's wrists and trailed all of his fingers over the German's sides, making him finally succumb, crying out in protest, " Dempshey! Shtop tickling me!" he howled, " Nein! Nei-" He was suddenly interrupted when Tank wrapped his fingers about Richtofen's manhood. " Ohhhh..." he moaned with delight, " Haaaaaaa... Please.. don't... Ahhhhhh..." Richtofen cooed louder, no longer caring that he had lost against the American. Dempsey placed the hand that wasn't groping the Nazi onto the smaller man's mouth, trying to quiet him. He whined pitifully, squirming beneath Tank as he drew slightly closer to release. He needed release, and he needed it now. Dempsey was more than happy to oblige to the needs of the Nazi. He pumped his fingers up and down around Richtofen in a slow motion, almost as if he were carefully caressing it, savoring the memory, trying to make up for the few that he had. After a small while of Richtofen's groaning and cooing, he sped up the pace, bringing him to the edge and pulling himself away, just as he did in their first encounter. "Dempshey, please I-" He was interrupted when Tank began again, his mouth hanging open. Tank watched the doctor's hips jerk back and forth as his knees shook. He repeated this over and over again, almost like a painful type of torture. Tank edged himself upwards, burying his neck in the crook of Richtofen's neck as his own manhood brushed over the slighter man's, causing a sort of friction between the two. Dempsey smiled, giving a small thrust against his hips against Richtofen's to pleasure him, but also to prove a point. Richtofen gasped and growled loudly, " See? Told you that ya want me..." he thrust faster onto Richtofen, grinding the two manhoods together, making a flurry of coos and moans pour from Richtofen. He moved his hips faster onto the Nazi's, watching as his mouth fell open in a silent moan, his own body thrusting upwards against Tank as his back arched, nails digging into his shoulders. But soon, as much as it was entertaining him,Tank grew bored of dry humping him on the floor. He needed more. There was only one thing better than this. He had to feel himself buried inside Richtofen again. That was the only cure. He wrapped the doctor's legs around his hips, staring into his eyes as he fondled the German roughly again, staring into the green eyes that had him trapped under their spell, before plunging himself deep within the man without warning. Richtofen's mouth fell open in a silent moan as a scarlet blush came back to his cheeks. He bit back tears of pain and pleasure, tightening around Dempsey. Tank groaned and grit his teeth at the tight feeling surrounding him, before stroking the Nazi's cheek and running his fingers down his spine. He kissed his neck lightly, "Shhhh, relax..." Tank wasn't a 'people person' so he was inexperienced with people's feelings, but that didn't stop him from giving orders to others, just as he had when he was a Sergeant. Richtofen's grip on Dempsey's shoulders loosened as his did his insides. The smaller man nodded as a signal before Tank pressed himself in and out of him, forcing Richtofen to ignore the impulse to tighten his body, as Dempsey began quickening his pace the longer they went. It wasn't long before both were participating in this erotic session, Tank's thrusting and Richtofen's hips bucking were getting to be too much for both. Both were blushing, panting, moaning and struggling to hold themselves in. Dempsey suddenly struck Richtofen's small, sensitive prostate. He stared up at Dempsey, flinching as a moan erupted from him. Tank stopped to speculate on what he happened to him. He grinned with delight once he realized what he had done to the doctor. He chuckled quietly to himself, thrusting into the same place again, watching Richtofen shudder and moan as a response. He laughed at his response, his body vibrating against Richtofen's. "D-Dempshey, please-" He was cut off whenTank thrust himself onto that same sensitive bundle of nerves repeatedly, sending Richtofen teetering over the edge. He screamed and cried with delight in his native tongue, back arching, fingers digging into Tank's back as he came, covering Dempsey's and his chest with his fluid. Witnessing this alone was enough to make Dempsey give in, releasing his own seed and coating the man's insides. He watched as Richtofen moaned and squirmed uncomfortably at the sensation of being filled with his warm, wet fluids, coursing in and out of him. He grinned with the satisfaction of realizing that he was the one who put the man below him in such a state. Dempsey rolled over off of the doctor and onto his back, caught in the afterglow as he stared at the stars, thoroughly pleased with himself. At least it was safe to say that he won the damn bet...
