*his brown eyes soften and he carefully strokes the side of Herman's flushed face with his thumb. He slides his fingers about the back of his neck to pull him closer. Kissing him softly, he draws back and rests against the door. He lets his fingers trace down the curve of his shoulder and down his arm where he loosely grasps his fingers*

Oh... oh no, I want to. God! I want to. I want you. I just want to take you in there and fuck you into the mattress. But, we don't have to rush.

*With a warm grin he opens the door and lets them both into the room. There's no use discussing matters of that nature out in the hallway. He drops the instrument case by the dresser, kicks shut the door and pushes Herman up against it. Leaning in close, he lowers his voice.*

I mean, we just met and I thought we could get to know each other a little better. You know, I can find out what you like, you can find out what I like...

*He lightly strokes his fingertips over Herman's ribs.*

Slowly get comfortable with together and then'll come that night when you'll take my hand, we'll come up here. I'll take your clothes off and get down on my knees and worship you.

*He pauses, finding himself amazingly aroused with the thought and shocked that he poured out his emotions so easily like that. He feels himself blush. But, he holds Herman's gaze silently, holding his breath in the hopes that he hasn't blown his only chance with the German.*

I... I really hope that's ok with you.