A Misinterpreted Handkerchief

Wilhelm gave him a blank look. What the hell was he talking about?! How had he managed to get this entirely lost!? Was his English really this bad?

"...no." He replied, clearing his throat. "I do not understand. Perhaps my English is...not as good as I thought."

Blushing visibly, Eadric walked up to Wilhelm and pulled him into a kiss, throwing his surprisingly strong arms around his neck.

"We can do anything you want," he said seriously. "Just so long as it's sex, I don't care much."

Contrary to how you would have expected him to react, Wilhelm didn't react at all. No, he was too shocked to react. Here he was, being kissed by another man. Another good looking man, but a man nonetheless. Someone had just met, and more importantly than both of those things, a monarch.

And then, on top of it all, he propositions him for sex? Suddenly, Wilhelm felt like he understood what he had been missing their entire conversation. Now he was afraid of the details of what he had been missing. It all made sense. How had he not realized it before? The out of place English was obviously a code. An amateur mistake; it only made sense.

When he finally regained his composure, he shoved Eadric away from him.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He shouted, but of course, he had reverted back to German in all the confusion.

Eadric frowned slightly; he has hoped for a little bit of an exchange before they began, but if Othmar was too eager it couldn't be helped.

He pulled off his gloves with his teeth and began to unfasten his jacket.

"Don't think you can escape so easily," he said, trying to get into his role. "Oh, also--what is your safe word?"

"What? I don't even know what that means!" He snapped...unfortunately, it was also in German. English refused to compute, and he actually wasn't aware he wasn't speaking in English.

If this were anywhere else, with anyone else, he would be merciless. Fortunately for Eadric, he liked him. So he was hesitant in struggling much. He didn't want to hurt him...

"Was?" he repeated. "That's your safe word? Fine by me." He neatly hung his jacket by the door. "Now are you going to lay down, or will I have to force you?"

"Force me...?" He asked cautiously, finally speaking English again. He really, really didn't like where this was going. If Eadric touched him, he was bound to freak out. And by that, he meant he was bound to curl into a ball and sob like a large manchild. He refused to let Eadric see him in such a pitiful state.

He nodded.

"You want to be punished, right? Because you've been bad--you'll have to excuse me if I falter, by the way, I'm not very experienced with this kind of roleplay."

"...No." He mumbled, swallowing. He had to think of an escape. "...We shouldn't do this."

Yes, he could talk Eadric out of it.

"But I won't let you get away," he said, smiling slightly. "I want you, Kaiser, so I'll have you--and it looks like you want it the hard way, correct?"

"No." He said again. "No, no, no. This is...stop. You should really stop and we...can talk about this."

"No, Kaiser, you definitely want it--you're probably so filthy minded, you're getting your rocks off just from the thought, right? Don't be ashamed--I'm in desperate need of a shag as well."

He was really unsure of about 60% of that, but none of it sounded true. Or pleasant.

"No, I think mistake." He insisted. "...Big mistake."

"Isn't everything?" he asked, tossing his shirt onto the bed. "Come now, let's get you out of those clothes," he said, unbuttoning Wilhelm's jacket.

He squirmed. No, no Eadric was too close...

He shoved at him, but not as roughly as he should have to get the message across. Instead, it just seemed like more roleplaying. Poor Wilhelm.

"Are you in the mood for--" he began, before remembering he was supposed to be playing a role. "I mean, I'm suck on you, whether you want it or not. It's your punishment." He yanked the jacket off, reaching for the shirt buttons next.

"Y-you...what?" He asked, unable to not ask. He was curious, about whether or not he could somehow fake his way through this and stay relatively intact...He could just pretend. After all, it would be worse for him if he admitted to not knowing the code.

Eadric paused, letting go of Wilhelm's shirt.

"We haven't even started. Is something wrong?" After a moment of hesitation, he repeated the question in German.

He shook his head, trying to smile.

"...No." He replied in English. "...I'm just...never mind."

He couldn't believe he wasn't calling it off. Was he an idiot? But no, he would lose face. He couldn't have that. He'd have to call it off another way...

He pulled Wilhelm into another kiss, albeit a gentler one.

"Is there anything in particular you want me to do to you?"

He shuddered. God, that felt terribly weird. He hated it.

"...Nothing in particular. A-actually, why don't you just...do what you'd like." He offered.

He frowned, confused.

"But I thought you wanted BDSM and rape--that's what you asked for."

He had? Wilhelm tried not to seem surprised. He was almost positive he had never asked for that. Ever. What the hell kind of signal could he have been sending?

"No, actually...I've changed my mind." He insisted.

"Well, if you insist..." Red in the face again, Eadric pulled off Wilhelm's belt, then his own. "Have you done this before?"

Oh God this was going to leave him sobbing in the corner. He just knew it. At this rate, it would be better to just call it off and go cry in the corner right now.

Unsure of the right answer, he just coughed, embarrassed. He prayed it would be over soon.