funny_herman | [timed to some weeks before christmas]

It was that time of the day when the Kit Kat Klub was at its emptiest and quietest, like a cold mausoleum containing the remnants of the revelries from the previous night. The only source of warmth and light that remained in it, though, was Herman, steadfastly working on musical arrangements to occupy his long hours of (mostly) solitude until evening.

As he worked away, wayward thoughts inevitably seeped in, his concentration becoming misty at the edges until a dense fog forced him to put his pencil down and stop what he was doing. He blamed himself for this relapse into semi-hermitism. If he would only relax and not keep to himself so much, this sort of thing would probably be easier to handle.

Those dreams about Fritzie had been waking him up again lately. They weren't unpleasant -- far, far from it -- but he could never seem to finish them without waking up. He wondered why they always ended so abruptly before the climax, and so he would have to finish the job himself. It was beginning to annoy him, in a petty, amusing way.

This is what he was contemplating at the piano instead of writing music, replaying dreams in his head and creating happy endings.

Quite engrossing.

[OOC: Plotlocked for Fritzie.]

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Like learning a new piece of music, it takes these first few moments for him to get a feel for her, how her body moves and responds...thank goodness, though, that this is a lot less cerebral than a composition.

As she sighs against his mouth, he responds with a breathy chuckle of his own, first kissing her top lip, then her bottom lip, gently clinging to it with his teeth. Then as she pulls his shirt loose, eagerly anticipating her touch, he slides his fingers into her slowly and easily up to his knuckles.

She flexes around him with a smiling gasp and her own fingers reactively flick his first button free. Working on the second at a much slower pace, she bends her head to work on his throat, painting his skin with long licks and dotting it with tiny nips as she searches out sensitive spots to exploit.

His eyelids fall closed as he exhales a heavy sigh, tilting his head to give her mouth more to work with, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow under her teeth when his breath hitches. His fingers deep inside her, he begins to slowly and delicately curl and uncurl them. The way she feels, quite literally in the palm of his hand, is dizzyingly arousing, far more than what he had ever imagined...

The final button of Herman's fly released, Fritzie's fingers wander inside his trousers and go for a stroll, learning the lay of the land with deft, drawn-out strokes over the warm, taut fabric of his underwear. She groans open-mouthed with pleasure at the pit of his throat as her knees lock around his arm.

He lets out a hot, breathy moan against her ear when her fingers find their way down the front of his trousers, and he spreads his thighs as she closes hers around his hand. Continuing to stroke her with mounting intensity, he covers her hand on his groin with his free one, urging her on, his cock already growing firmer under her palm.

"Do you feel it... what your touch does to me..." he whispers, his lips clinging to her skin as he plants kisses down the side of her throat, before another moan overtakes him.

Her palm moves in circles, the heel of her hand pressing in firmly. "Mhm, I do. But I'd like to feel it a little better..." She begins to tug at the band of his briefs, pulling until she's bared his cock and immediately wrapping her slender fingers around it. She moans again, shuddering so hard and her flesh clutching so desperately at Herman's stroking fingers one would think she'll come then and there. Her head falls back further with each of his kisses, until it's hanging between her shoulders, her neck completely open to his lips and her every breath threatening to snap the catch of her bra.

His breath is hot on her skin as he moves further down her throat with hungry, open-mouthed kisses, as if wanting to devour her, his teeth scraping over her taut skin when she takes his cock fully in her hand. He eyes the desperate heaving of her breasts, pressing against him, still trapped in the lacy, flimsy garment. It's an incredibly sensual sight, and he bends his head to trace the curves of her cleavage with the tip of his tongue.

In time with the slow drag of Herman's tongue, Fritzie's fist pulls upward on his cock, her thumb following the track of a pulsating vein until she reaches the tip, where it gently worked at that sensitive ridge. Her other hand is plunged into his light hair, holding his mouth to her chest and guiding him lower, his humid breath dampening the lace of her bra.

A hard shudder runs through him, causing him to exhale a shivery moan against her breast, his fingers inside her curling in response. He plants moist kisses where the edge of her bra meets her skin, his tongue flicking out to taste.

When his fingers move inside her, her hips jerk roughly in reponse, and her loud cry echoes off the walls of the Klub.

Calming down, her strokes take on a rhythm of their own, steady but unhurried, the pads of her fingertips memorizing and cataloguing and searching for the next hot spot. The hand in his hair slides out and down the side of his face, around and under his chin to the topmost button of his shirt, which she flicks open in the same leisurely manner she did his fly.

Her cry raises goosebumps up and down his arms, thrilled that he could produce that kind of response in her, yet even that thrill is quickly replaced by another and another as her fingers quite expertly find nearly all the right spots to coax him to almost full hardness. Panting and sighing heavily against the pit of her throat, his free hand joins hers to help undo the buttons of his shirt.

[timed to some weeks before christmas]

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