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The Drinking Game	By : steinerfrau Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2540 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rammstein. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Three
The warmth from Till's body was almost unbearable, matched only by the warmth from his large hand massaging his erection in entirety. Up and down the hand went, moving in a strong, intentional rhythm, making Flake's whole body rock back and forth. How wonderful it felt.
Flake sank back inside himself, ignoring rational thought and concentrated on the sensations pulsing through his body. He felt just a touch selfish, becoming so absorbed in his own feelings, but he didn't think Till would mind, at least not for a little time.
He could feel his heart pounding inside his ribcage, hammering away almost to the point of making his chest ache. His arousal centred on his groin, flooding outwards. Awakening his entire being, even his fingers and toes tingled.
Was it the tequila talking? Or more likely, the fact he had a man jacking him, someone who knew how it felt, what to hold tight and what to release; someone who knew a man's body intimately. Another man.
He could feel he was being stared at. He opened his own to see Till's dark eyes, heavily lidded and sleepy, looking back at him. He moved to kiss him, this man giving him so much pleasure, his hand still moving back and forth, bringing him slowly, ever so slowly to his release. Flake was not passionate by nature, but now, capturing Till's mouth he let his feelings overwhelm him and all but attacked Till. Pushing him onto his side, long fingers grasping whatever he could hold, he kissed him viciously, tongue, lips and teeth, delighting in their task.
But it was Till who maintained control and it was Flake who finally broke it. Till's breath control was legendary. All those hours spent in the pool had taught him to hold his breath or release it gently for very long periods. Perfect for long kisses or singing.
Till groaned as Flake pulled away, the sound echoed inside his ribcage, like a large, feral, animal on the prowl. Flake tried a cocky smiled, "Nice?"
He was rewarded with the hand around his cock squeezing harder, and it was his turn to groan. His head fell forwards onto Till's chest and he swore. Till's other hand moved around Flake's back and across his backside. Flake tensed ever so slightly. It wasn't fear, just apprehension. He was also a touch uncomfortable with the amount of control Till had over him.
Till rubbed his hand across Flake's backside and slid his fingers into the cleft in his cheeks. Flake found Till's mouth again and kissed him once more, gently, slowly, his actions mirroring Till's soft probing fingers.
Till stretched away from him and leaned across the bed, the sudden shift in movement, a shock to Flake's warmed body. He couldn't see what Till was doing and peered over his shoulder, he was applying some lube to his fingers, tossing the tube back in a draw on his nightstand. He turned back towards Flake and slowly coated his own cock, and then pulling Flake back into a tight embrace, he reached around to continue loosening him up. Flake tensed again. He had to admit, he was nervous. He pressed his forehead to Till's chest, not wanting to give away his feelings.
Till had sensed his discomfort and whispered in his ear," I won't hurt you. Trust me." Flake nodded, his long blonde hair brushing against Till's chest and partially covering his face.
Till angled himself around Flake and maintained a steadily rhythm on his enraged erection as the fingers flicked across his entrance. The lube was cold and alien to his body, and the finger that pushed inside him created an odd conflict of sensation. Flake grunted at the intrusion, and Till stopped moving it. "Okay?" Till asked softly.
"Yes," Flake replied softly." It's just....unfamiliar."
Till kissed the top of his head in a loving gesture and pulled him a little tighter to his body. He released Flake's aching and and used the hand to push the hair away from his face. Flake refused to look up.
Till reached down again; slowly, deftly he pushed his finger back inside his hot tight passage. Flake flinched less this time. The finger still felt large and odd, but not unpleasant. Till pressed into him, his long thick finger moving ever upwards. Flake grunted with discomfort, and was about to tell him to stop when a wave of knee trembling arousal swept over him. Till pushed into him again, a second finger joining the first, punishing him a little more.
Flake cried out involuntarily. The noise sounded odd from his lips but he couldn't help it. He'd never felt anything so sexy before. He pressed against Till, their sweaty, hot bodies moving against each other. Flake licked the vaguely tequila flavoured skin in front of his face, found a nipple and suckled it, kissing the rigid, pale-brown flesh. He was thrusting against Till with each push inside him. Their swollen erections almost side by side, smooth silky skin sliding between their bodies.
Wave after wave swept over Flake, he could hear Till saying something to him, whispering beautiful things to the lover in his arms. A dozen soft murmurings coating his soul in treacle, and teasing his suppressed emotions out of his body. Flake held onto Till's hip and ground himself against him. He needed more...something. What did he need? "Till?" "Yes?" "Fuck me." The rumbling voice spoke again, the sounds making his chest vibrate, "With pleasure. Roll over."
Rolling over was easy. At that moment, he would probably have climbed Everest to get Till inside him. He stretched out on the bed, and Till's hand's were on him immediately, grasping him around the hips. "No, back up. I want to be able to jack you, while I fuck you." Till's words were more a purr now. The heavy edge of sex tinged his voice. He hauled Flake back off the bed until he was standing, face buried in the covers, waiting for the feel of Till between his cheeks.
"I'm going to make you mine." Till was known for marking his conquests with maybe a bite too hard, a hickey too much, and for the braver a scratch on a body part or sometimes worse. Flake suddenly had mental images that were not good for his virility. He tried to stand up.
"Too late."
Till's knee was in the small of his back, he was effectively squashed down into the covers. He felt something wet and cold on the lower part of his torso. He frowned, what was Till doing? Whatever it was he didn't care as Till reached around to grab his cock and resume his previous ministrations, hand sliding back and forth smoother now, as they were sweaty, their skins moist from lust and exertion. Flake locked his knees, fearing his legs might collapse.
He didn't know how much more he could take. Till pressed his hips to Flake's backside, his heavy erection rubbing against his skin. He swallowed. This was going to hurt, but it would be worth it for the incredible feelings of earlier. Till pressed the head of his cock home, and they both yelled as the head slid through the tight ring of muscle. All movement ceased as they adjusted to the feeling.
Till rubbed Flake's back reassuringly, "Do you want me stop?" "No," panted Flake, "Please, just do it."
Till pushed deeper into him, the lubricant easing the girth of his cock, stretching Flake open wide. It was an incredible feeling, he gritted his teeth as Till began to ride him. Slowly at first, but with increasing delight and pleasure. With every stroke he hit that spot inside him that literally made Flake's toes curl. The hand around him pumped him in time to the smooth, solid cock pumping into his ass.
"Too much", he muttered and couldn't help but come. He curled his hands into the covers and shuddered with his orgasm, hot sticky fluid covering Till's hand, making the jacking sensation change from a tight grip to silky smooth.
Till fucked Flake harder. He changed his pace to short, frantic thrusts. He leaned forwards and grabbed a handful of Flake's hair to haul his head up. "Mine."
With one last thump of his hips, they fell forwards onto the bed, Till's body masking Flake's and he came inside him, cock pulsing and body bucking. Till leaned over Flake, hand supporting his weight, and kissed his neck, the other sticky hand he pulled from underneath them and rubbed his back.
"Mine," he said between pants.
"Yours, only sometimes." Flake replied. "Now and always," stated Till defiantly.
Till pushed himself to one side and collapsed on the bed. Flake's head was a touch clearer and he climbed off the bed, he wanted to know what Till had done to his back. He walked across the room, hearing Till's chuckle behind him. In the full length mirror he could see sweaty, semen stained dishevelled man. He turned to look at his lower back. In indelible marker, the type Till used to write his poetry with, there was a single word and exclamation mark, written back to front just above his ass.
MINE!
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