*feeling that familiar ache beginning to pool in his groin when Herman's weight presses him into the spongy mattress, he lifts both hands to cradle his head as he suckles the vulnerable skin of his neck. He writhes beneath him, a shudder rippling through him as each touch of his teeth and tongue sends jolts of white lightning through his body.*

*But always in the mood to tease, he clenches his fingers in Herman's soft blond hair and pulls his head back, baring the smooth sweat moist arch of his throat again. In the dim light he can see where the flesh is just starting to bruise and with a throaty moan of delight, he uses his weight to shove him over onto his back. The springs in the mattress squeak in response. *

*He straddles Herman's legs and without a word he finishes unbuttoning his rumpled shirt, pushing it out of the way to expose more pale flesh. Bending down to him, keeping his face a mere breath away, he slides his hand between their bodies to undo Herman's trousers. Kissing him hard, he growls against his lips:*

Are you ready for me, Mein Herr?