funny_herman | The day after.

Danny's bed was not so uncomfortable after all... Now why on earth did I even doubt that?

I could not help but straighten things out a little, just a bit. Just some items on his table and on his dresser. That was all. And I made the bed even though I know full well that it will promptly be unmade once Danny returns.

On the way back to the Klub, I stop at a nearby café for a late breakfast of coffee and a danish. As I eat at a window table, I wonder if Fraulein Kost is all right. Should I pay her a visit? I highly doubt that she would be pleased to see me, of all people. I pass on the decision for the time being.

Hopefully Ophilia is feeling better today. Hopefully Frankie's neighbors were not kept awake all night. And hopefully Victor... Well, I'm not sure what I hope for Victor just yet. I try to keep from smiling as I think of his smooth American drawl. ...Quite honestly, it makes me want to melt.

Shaking myself free of all that, I finish my breakfast and leave the café. It is a brisk day and I walk quickly with my hands deep in my pockets. Upon arriving at the Klub, I push the door open, and the sound of piano notes hits my ears before they abruptly stop. I close the door and make my way through the room, shedding my jacket, and I see Victor alone on the stage.

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*he pulls back from Herman, only just enough to yank off his shirt and throw it carelessly aside, before he clenches his fingers in his shirt and jerks him away from the door. He opens his mouth to his kiss, letting his tongue slip and dance over the one seeking his warmth as he stumbles backwards until he feels the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed. He has to laugh at himself, at his earlier futile attempts to deny himself what he really wanted. He only manages to unbutton a few more buttons of Herman's shirt before he's distracted by the enticing length of his throat. He closes his arms about his upper back and lowers his mouth to lick and bite at the throbbing pulse point.*

*Bruising him, yes... that's what he wants to do and he sucks the hot flesh between his teeth*

*his hands gripping Victor's upper arms, he utters a sharp gasp and a breathy yes when he feels his teeth raking over his throat, his fingers digging into his skin; unable to bear it any longer, he pushes Victor back onto the bed and falls flush on top of him, his glazed eyes meeting his briefly before he returns the favor and grazes his teeth and tongue hungrily up the side of his neck*

*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?

*It's been a while since anybody's ever flipped him over in bed, and the sensation is dizzyingly thrilling. He reaches frantically for the fly on Victor's trousers, unbuttoning it as quickly as he can, his fingers brushing against hot, firm flesh that sends him reeling with anticipation.*

*breathily growls back into his mouth:* Fuck me. Fuck me!

*pushing his hips forward, he groans softly, gritting his teeth against the hot wave of pleasure that floods into him at Herman's touch on his throbbing erection. But, indulgently, he grabs his hands away from his fly and pins them against the bed. His breath is warm against his ear as he purrs:*

Oh, but don't worry, luvey, I will. If you think I'm gonna pass up this opportunity to savor you, you're out of your mind.

*as he speaks, he nibbles on his earlobe, sucking it between his lips before shifting to trail wet kisses down the length of Herman's throat. He kisses him down the center of his chest, pausing only slightly to flick the tip of his tongue over his pale pink nipples. Enjoying the feel of his body squirming beneath him, he laps at his belly button and hooks his fingers into the open trousers. *

*in one smooth motion, he yanks the slacks down over his hips and legs. He quickly pulls off his shoes and socks as well and lightly skates his fingertips up Herman's inner thighs as he straightens again. He pauses a moment, admiring the sight of the German's lean pale body sprawled so wantonly across the bed. Holding his gaze, he smooths his hands over his own bare chest, rolling his eyes back as he strokes across his own sensitive nipples. He watches Herman's eyes follow the trail of his hands and he pauses just before he shucks his own pants and shoes. *

*he leans over him and smiling mischievously, he dips his index finger between Herman's parted lips. Withdrawing his finger, he reaches down to trail that wet finger up the underside of Herman's stiff cock. Going down on one knee on the bed, he leans close again and whispers against his mouth:*

How do you want me to fuck you? Want my cock inside you, Herman?

The day after.

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