funny_herman | The day after.

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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*Herman grips the bedsheets as he feels Victor's mouth travel down his throat and over his chest, arching his back and uttering a throaty groan. Lying back a bit dazedly, he lets him pull his trousers off, and watches the sinewy movements of his upper body with heavy-lidded eyes.*

*When Victor strokes him teasingly with a wet finger, he nearly comes right there and then, but holds his breath and bites his lower lip to stop himself.*

*He reaches up and takes Victor's face in his hands, his fingers curling tightly in his dark hair, holding his head steady and looking him in the eye, his voice low and lilting:* I don't care how you fuck me, just fuck me, and if you don't fuck me now, my dear boy, I shall have to fuck you myself. *and he grabs his lower lip in his mouth in a brief, rough kiss*

*he smiles sinfully down at him as he breaks the kiss and shoving Herman flat to the bed again, he takes just a moment to decide his course of action. But, he knows what they both want has no patience for gentleness. They will have time for that later. He says nothing when he rubs his hands over Herman’s firm thighs and rakes his blunt nails over the hot skin. He grasps his hips and jerks him to the edge of the bed, nudging his legs apart as he moves between them. *

* with light fingers, he strokes the glistening pre-cum over his quivering erection, hissing in a slow satisfied breath of arousal and anticipation. There is just so much teasing he himself can take, and the touch of his own fingers is enough to drive him to the edge. Backing off a bit, he licks his fingers, slicking them and reaches down between Herman’s tense thighs. *

* tantalized by the sight before him, he bends his head to swipe the flat of his tongue up one side and swirl down the other. Not wanting to hurt him, he uses the distraction to prepare him with his fingers. His enthusiastic moans are muffled by the hot slick flesh filling his mouth. Licking his lips, he rears back and grabs his own swollen cock to guide it into the dusky opening. He pushes forward, feeling Herman’s body tighten as if in surprise and he wait for the other man to grow accustomed to him before he thrusts home. *

*Herman rolls his eyes back and his eyelids flutter closed, licking his lips as he pants heavily, his entire body trembling with arousal as Victor's tongue slithers over his parted thighs, and he inhales a sharp gasp when he feels his wet fingers tentatively explore him. His head lolling dazedly to the side, he opens his eyes a fraction and sees Victor preparing to enter him, transfixed by the sight of his beautifully powerful erection in his hand.*

*Before he knows it, there is a hot, searing sensation between his legs and he shuts his eyes again, uttering a gasping cry and clutching at the bedsheets, every muscle in his body clenching tightly. After a few moments he begins to relax, though still gasping shallowly, his knuckles white. He can feel Victor, thick and pulsating inside him.*

*Bracing himself, he pants breathily:* Deeper, Victor...deeper...

*he digs his fingers into Herman's narrow hips, his breathing heavy, gasping, matching his lover's, breath for breath. He bows his head, feeling a tremor beginning in his tight thighs, and running like liquid fire up his hunched back. He can feel his peak rushing up so quickly that it takes every measure of his being to keep it at bay. He wants to wait, has to wait, to hold it off, until he can fuck the beautiful German into senselessness. Widening his stance, he surges forward again, plunging harder and deeper into Herman's body. He feels him clench about him and he throws his head back, crying out his name.*

*Sliding his hands beneath Herman's legs again, he thrusts again into the maddeningly, hot, tight channel. He manages to open his eyes, brown eyes meeting blue and he feels his lips parting into an almost savage grin. The arch and roll of Herman's hips sends an explosion of stars behind his eyes and he gives a low gravelly moan of satisfaction. He watches as Herman grips the bed covers, almost jealous that those elegant hands aren't holding on to him, clenching and biting into his skin, marking him with little patterns of bruises. *

God... it's so... oh... so good!

*When Victor plunges deeper into him, Herman throws his head back and cries out again, the corners of his lips pulled back in an open-mouthed smile, nearly seeing stars as he blinks up at the ceiling. Looking back down at Victor again, he follows the lines of his body as he thrusts in and out of him, the glow of pleasure on his chiselled face.*

*With a shuddering sigh, he spreads his knees as far as they will go and hooks his ankles around the back of Victor's legs, locking him in position, and raising his own hips upwards. A spasm of ecstasy suddenly grips him as he does this, as the angle causes Victor to hit the mark, and he squeezes his muscles even tighter around him. He reaches for Victor, hands gripping his forearms and literally pulling him in.*

*gasping:* Oh God... Yes...! More!

*The rhythm of his hips falters just a bit at Herman's demands, but he continues, feeling the rise of heat and fire tightening his chest. He won't last long at this point, but it's what they both need and he knows it. Herman is slick now, the sweat gleaming on the taut muscles of his chest and belly and he smiles at his expression that seems to border on anguish and pain. But, from the look in his eyes he's sure he's beyond pain now. The change in the angle of his hips tilts him forward just a bit and makes it easier to slide even deeper and he's taken completely, giving himself over to the raging lust wrung from hard muscle. Unashamed of his desire, open mouthed, he moans again, staring down at the German's neglected cock, jerking invitingly with every undulating motion.*

*Slowing his thrusts just a bit, enough to make him focus again, he grasps one of Herman's hands and brings it up to his mouth. He licks his palm and all over his fingers, sucking them each in turn. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he murmurs:*

Touch yourself. I want to watch.

*The request brings a subtly wry smile to his lips. Relaxing most of his body, he closes his eyes and slowly runs the tip of his moist middle finger up the underside of his stiffened cock -- he shudders and arches his back, clenching his muscles and feeling Victor throbbing within him. Coming down again, he encircles his cock with his slender fingers, giving himself a gentle squeeze before slowly sliding his hand up and down the shaft. A breathy moan escapes his lips, feeling the pressure building in his groin. He reactively begins to rock his hips, his palm pressing downwards, his fingers sliding over hot, hard flesh slick with spit.*

*he sucks his bottom lip, mesmerized by the motion of Herman's hand over his cock, and he feels himself losing the last vestiges of his restraint. Leaning forward, he again changes the angle of his thrusts, searching for that sweet spot inside him. It's unmistakable when he strikes it, for Herman nearly shoots upright with a wild cry. He relishes the reaction, feeling his erection harden even more. He does it again and again until he can feel the legs that are locked around him, spasm uncontrollably. He drops his head and sweat stings his eyes. He can taste the salt on his lips, but it only adds to his pleasure.*

*he tries to match the roll of Herman's hips and the rhythm of his hand. Every downward stroke, he jerks his own hips up, plunging hard into the now slippery passageway. The pleasure is overwhelming and he's teetering on the fringe of rational thought. He watches his face, watches the whites of his eyes showing through half closed lids and it's too much. He's trembling now, panting, hoping to God that he'll be able to keep from screaming when he reaches his climax. With slick hands, he tightens his hold on Herman's hips, anchoring him, using him for leverage as he begins pumping in and out of him in earnest.*

*When Victor begins to quicken his thrusts, Herman instinctively quickens his strokes. With blurry vision, he sees Victor's face, dark strands of hair falling over his forehead, dripping sweat onto his own body, a drop of it landing on his wrist as he continues to stroke himself. Movements are almost mechanical, the tightening of his muscles spasmodic, every last nerve bursting. As Victor continues to slide in and out, he feels the swirling buildup at the base of his spine, rushing down his legs and up his back like electricity. His is breath coming in short gasps now, his whole body is shaking with the impending climax, steadily driving towards it as he can barely take the mind-numbing pressure any more...*

*His climax takes him finally and with a howling cry he arches backwards, his head falling back and he slams hard into Herman, erupting deep within his willing body. He flexes his fingers on his hips, holding him still while he milks his own orgasm.*

*Still trembling and with a gasping, shaky voice he bends towards the man on the bed and croons to Herman:*

God, you're so beautiful like this... c'mon, baby, come for me.

*Triggered by Victor's release, a powerful orgasm wracks his entire body, and he arches his back clean off the bed, shoulders flexed backwards, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent scream. With a hand still gripping his cock, the cum spills out of him coating his fingers and stomach. Head spinning and breathing in deep gasps, he unhooks his legs from Victor's body, finally going limp on the mattress, completely exhausted.*

*He stands there for a moment longer watching Herman's long body uncurling from about his own, watching as the motion of his legs dropping away finally separates them. The wobbly step that he means to take forward, he inadvertently takes him backwards and he catches himself on the long side of the dresser. He closes his eyes, trying to regain his breath, and runs a shaky hand over his sweaty face. Opaque droplets of cum streak down his stomach to ooze over his thighs and he can't help smiling at the sight. Letting his eyes drift over to the quietly breathing man on his bed, he studies him for a while, admiring him as he relaxes heavily into the mattress.*

*An idea strikes him and he retrieves his washcloth from beside the wash basin. Wetting in in the cool water, he returns to Herman's side. He leans over him, still smiling warmly and gently kisses his forehead and then his mouth. He runs the wet cloth over his hot face and then down over the red and purple colored bruises beginning to show on the curve of his throat. He bends and lightly kisses those too, giving him a nip just for good measure.*

*He cleans his chest and belly and then the hand that rests across his stomach before rinsing the cloth and sponging himself clean. With a satisfied sigh, which suddenly blends into a yawn, he stretches across the bed on his stomach, and pillows his head on his crossed arms. He has no words to say, so he merely closes his eyes.*

*Too drained to move anything, he lets Victor run the cloth over his face and body, eyes closed and smiling faintly at his kisses. The cool dampness evaporating off his skin revives him a bit, and his eyes slowly blink open as Victor stretches out on the bed beside him. He lays there for a few silent moments, listening to him breathe, his body radiating heat, and he is reluctant to get up and leave. But after a sigh, he sits up, and turns to stroke the back of Victor's head and gently run his fingers through his hair. He bends down and kisses the back of his neck, and then between his shoulder blades, passing his hands over his shoulders and upper arms before he turns and stands up, the mattress springs squeaking with the shift of his weight.*

*Picking his trousers up off the floor, he puts them on a little wearily, and doesn't bother to button up his shirt. He gathers up his socks and shoes and carries them in one hand, stopping to run his other hand up the slope of Victor's back, and giving his shoulder a massaging squeeze before turning to head for the door.*

*He turns over and watches him through half closed eyes. His lips lengthen into a smile.*

You don't have to go, you know.

*Aware that he's still quite naked, he gets up and walks over to him. Lifting a hand, he lightly smooths back Herman's tousled hair and trails a finger behind his ear. His smile quirks into a smirk.*

I hope what I said earlier... you know... about getting hooked, won't scare you off. I guess if I go without sex for a long stretch of time, I get a little needy. I still want to get to know you, and hopefully become your friend.

*his eyebrow twitches and he smiles faintly* Don't worry. There will be time enough to get to know each other. And I must leave, for now. The club opens in two hours.

*he takes Victor's chin in his hand and kisses the corner of his mouth; with a grin:* See you later downstairs?

*He smiles at him in return and ducks his head a bit when Herman releases his chin.*

I'll be there.

Good.

*still smiling, he turns, opens the door, and steps out into the hallway, walking away barefoot toward the staircase*

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