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Paradise	By : Enyo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 2387 -:- 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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Paradise

“Sing a song, Christoph asked, pulling on his cigarette, I love it when you sing while you’re drunk.”

Till smirked, taking a few gulps of his beer.

“Come on.” He asked softly, pulling on his sleeve.

His smirk grew bigger. He leaned forward, trying to stand up, but without success. Christoph giggled, pushing him up and letting himself fall back on the couch. Till stumbled to the coffee table and sat on it.

“EIn Lied! Ein Lied! Ein Lied!” he said, clapping his hands.

The strong man smiled, resting his weight on his elbows which he placed on his knees.

“What song?” he asked softly, pinching the upper part of his nose.
“Anything.” He replied, smiling sweetly.

Till smiled back, rubbing his throat, trying to think of one. The phone rang.

The strong man looked at the guitarist as he picked up. He frowned as he saw his friend’s features hardening.

“Okay. We’ll be right there.” He whispered before hanging up.
“What’s wrong?” the tall man asked, leaning closer.
“It’s Richard.”

He shook his head, trying to get him to go on.

“He’- He’s in the hospital.”

Till stood up in a flash, his drunkenness forgotten.

“Let’s call a cab. Now.” He growled, getting their coats.

Christoph got up with trouble and stumbled after him.

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“Risch.” He whispered, kneeling next to his bed.

The guitarist was laying there, all sorts of machines and cords plugged into him. Christoph came in a bit later, sitting down next to him.

“The doctors say he’ll be fine. He’s pretty messed up, but there will be no long term consequences. He was lucky. Nothing’s broken.”

Till sighed in relief, running a hand in his spiky hair.

“Do they know what happened?”
“He lost control of his car on the way to join us.” He whispered, looking at their friend.

Till glanced at him before going back to looking at the guitarist.

“When are they letting him out?”

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“You sure you don’t mind taking care of him? I wouldn’t mind taking him to my place.”
“No. It’s fine. I’ll manage.” He answered, lowering the guitarist into the sheets of the guest bed of his home “Plus, I don’t think your wife would appreciate you playing nanny to your band mate.”

Christoph pulled the covers over him, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Yeah, maybe so, he said softly, We’ll come and visit, okay? He asked softly, his smile fading away.”

Till smiled sweetly.

“I’m sure he’d like that.”

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Richard’s opened his eyes, yawning softly. He winced, cupping his swollen cheek and eye.

“Hey.” Till said softly, pulling the covers up over him a little.
“Hey.” he answered back, looking around.
“What am I doing at your place?” he asked ,puzzled.

The strong man smiled sadly.

“You were in an accident. I proposed to the doctors to take care of you instead of leaving you in the hospital to rot. Though you might like some company.”
“Oh...” the guitarist answered, inspecting his face with his fingers.

He ran his digits over the wounds of his forehead and nose. Till took his hands in his gently. Tears formed in his friend’s eyes. The strong man cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into a gentle hug.

“Don’t worry Risch. You’ll be fine; as good as new in a few weeks. You didn’t brake anything. You’ll just have a few small scars.”

Richard bit back a sob, burying his face against his friend’s strong shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.” He whispered, stroking his spiky hair.

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Richard dropped his bath towel on the floor, standing in front of the mirror. It had been a few days since he’d arrived at Till’s and he hadn’t dared to look at his reflection.

Today, he’d felt strong enough to walk. Not needing the singer’s help, he had gone alone in the bathroom. His body felt sore. Every muscle ached. Each step was painful, but at least, he was starting to heal.

He looked at the man standing in front of him, skin stained with angry purple marks. He raised his fingers to his face, tears filling his eyes as he traced the outline of the scar forming on his forehead and cheek. His bottom lip had split, but they had sown it back, the same with his eyebrow. His shoulders were badly scratched; on his stomach, an ecchymose was starting to turn green. A sob shook him. His eyes travelled further down to his bruised hips and thighs. He didn’t even dare to look at his back side, fearing what he might discover.

He let himself slide to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. Till knocked at the door, hearing him cry.

“Richy, you alright?” he asked softly, pressing up against the door.

The guitarist wrapped a towel around himself and waited. The strong man opened the door slowly and stepped in. He kneeled in front of his friend. He shrugged a little seeing his teary cheeks. He ran a hand in his hair and wiped his cheeks gently.

“Don’t cry Risch.” He said softly, hugging him gently.

The smaller man let him, pressing his face against the strong man shoulder, sobbing softly.

“Shhh..., he whispered, rocking him slowly, Don’t cry Richard.”

He calmed down slowly, wrapping his towel tighter around himself.

“Want to go back to the room?” he asked, still stroking his hair.

He nodded, pressing up against him. Till smiled, getting the hint and picked him up carefully. He carried him into the room and put him down on the bed gently, careful not to hurt him.

“It’s funny seeing you without gel in your hair.” He said, trying to change the subject.
“Is it?” he asked softly, smiling a little.
“Yes, but I like it.” He whispered, caressing it slowly.

The guitarist smiled shyly, but his emotion soon muted into one of sadness. His eyes filled woth tears once again.

“What’s wrong?” the strong man asked, confused.
“Look at me Till. I’m horrible. These scars, they’re awful.” He mumbled between two sobs.

The tall man frowned, cupping his face.

“Don’t say that Risch.” He said softly, cupping his neck.

He hesitated a little, but continued shyly:

“I still think you’re beautiful.”

Richard blushed slightly, tangling his fingers around his towel. Till blushed too, a sweet little smile on his lips.

“You’re just saying that so I’ll stop whining.” He kidded.

The singer laughed a little, glad of the effect of his words.

“No I’m not.” He said softly, putting his hands on the damp towel. “Let me take this off, okay? It’s all wet. You’ll get cold.

The smaller man grunted softly, struggling a bit, but finally let him take the towel away. The singer’s glance trailed over his bruised and wounded body. He expected to see disgust in Till’s eyes as they met his, but there wasn’t. He reached out with a shaky hand, his gaze not braking away from his friend’s and touched his hair. The strong man closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. Richard smiled a tiny bit, blushing a little. He got up on his elbows and hesitated. He finally made up his mind and brushed his lips against his friend’s. Till didn’t pull back, but didn’t kiss back either, rather locking a confused gaze to his friend’s. The singer didn’t expect him to do this. The guitarist panicked and laid back down on the sheets, turning his back to him.

“Risch, I-” he started saying gently.

The guitarist cut him off.

“Go away.” He hissed.

The strong man put a hand on his shoulder.

“Go. Now.” He hissed once again, leaning away from the touch.

Till sighed and took his hand away, walking out of the room slowly, his shoulders shrugged.

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Richard had refused to come out of the room all day, chasing him away each time he tried to come and talk to him.

Night had fallen. It had been a while since Till had come. He was beginning to doze off, the rhythmic ticking of the clock was putting him to sleep. He heard the floor creaking, but took no notice of it, the singer’s house always creaking anyways. The covers were lifted for a second. Till’s warm body pressed up against his. He shivered as the strong man’s hand cupped his stomach gently, avoiding his painful bruises, and as his lips trailed down his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a bit more dryly than he had wished.

He regretted his words as they passed his lips, but Till muzzled as his neck, easing him down.

“You didn’t let me talk to you. You misinterpreted my reaction.” He whispered, pulling him a bit closer against his warm skin.

Richard hesitated, but put his hand over his. The strong man purred, kissing his neck gently. The guitarist pushed back against him. Till sighed softly, starting to doze off, stroking his flat stomach slowly.

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Till came back to the bedroom. The door was locked. He knocked gently.

“Hey, Risch. Open the door. I just needed to go to the bathroom.”

He didn’t get an answer and frowned a little bit.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked shyly.
“I don’t want you to see me and remember me like this.”

He frowned some more.

I don’t mind. Your wounds don’t disgust me. I told you, you’re still beautiful to me.” he said softly, resting against the door.

Only silence from the smaller man.

“Richard. Please.”

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“Hey Richy, I’m putting a tray in front of the door. Yummy stuff. Cooked it myself.” He said, putting the tray down.

The guitarist smiled on the other side of the door. Just the thought of Till cooking, well rather trying to cook for him, was rather sweet.

“Thanks.” He whispered, biting his bottom lip gently.

Till smiled too before walking away and leaving the tray.

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It was night time again. Till was in bed, starting to doze off. He heard the door creaking open. He smiled a little, deeply hopping it wasn’t just the dog. The sheets ruffled and a second later, his friend’s slender yet muscled body was pressed up against his. He smiled, wrapping an arm around him, kissing the top of his head. Richard hesitated, but leaned closer and kissed him softly. Till smiled, kissing back gently, careful not to hurt his lip. The guitarist shivered, curling up close to him, pressing against his hips. Richard closed his eyes, his breathing slowing as the singer’s hand caressed the nape of his neck soothingly.

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By the time he woke up, Richard had already left. He could still feel the warmth of his body though. He sighed and got up, putting on his bathrobe and headed for the kitchen to prepare something to eat for both of them.

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“I made some pancakes. They’re crappy looking, but I swear they’re good.”

Richard laughed a bit.

“Thank you Till. You’re a sweetheart.”

Till blushed, glad the guitarist could see his flush. He would have lost his tough guy image.

“I’ll leave the tray here, okay?”

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This time, Till was waiting, his hands crossed behind his head. He smiled as the door was pushed open and pulled the covers down to let him in more easily. Richard pressed up against him, curling his fingers over his chest.

“Hey.” He said softly, pulling the covers back up.
“Hey.” He whispered back, kissing his neck. “You were waiting for me?” he asked, teasing.

The strong man nodded, running light fingers down the skin of the guitarist’s back. He purred gently, his lips trailing up and down his friend’s jaw.

“Why is that?” he asked, teasing.

Tills stroke his cheek.

“Because.” He whispered, pulling him into a soft kiss

He ran his thumb over his bottom lip gently.

“You took the stitches out.”
“Yeah.” He replied, pulling him into another kiss, his tongue flicking at his friend’s lips shyly.

He grunted softly, spreading them and letting the smaller man in. Richard shivered, pushing his legs between Till’s thighs, longing for warmth. The singer wrapped his big arms around him, pulling him close. The guitarist smiled a little, pressing his face against his friend’s slightly hairy chest and sighed in delight. The strong man’s breathing steadied, growing slower as he stroked his friend’s hair slowly.

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Morning was coming. Richard stirred, starting to sit up. The sun would come up soon. He still didn’t want Till to see him. Not just yet. He smiled and the bizarreness of the situation and meant to get up. The strong man grunted softly, still half asleep, trying to hold him back. The guitarist’s smile grew. He kissed his friend’s cheek softly and pulled away, leaving the room.

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Richard stood by the window, waiting for the sun to come down. It had been a few week since the accident. His scabs had fallen. Pink skin had taken their place. He still had trouble looking at himself, but he wasn’t scary anymore. His bruises had gone from purple to blue and were now turning green. He still stayed in his room during day time though, only seeing Till at night. He would long all day for night to fall and be able to press up against Till’s strong and deliciously warm body. He’d long all day to taste his full lips once again.

Night had fallen. He knew Till was already in bed, waiting. He smiled, feeling good in his skin.

He headed for the strong man’s bedroom. The lights were turned off. He could see the shape of his friend’s body under the covers. He smiled, slowly approaching his bed. The singer saw a shadow moving and grabbed him, pulling him on the bed. He giggled, struggling with him. Till grabbed his wrists and held them on the bed, pressing his full lips against his. Richard moaned softly, giving in, goose bumps all over. The strong man rolled over and pulled him on top. The guitarist smiled, wrapping his arms around his neck, nibbling at his ear. Till stroked his shoulder blades, shivering a little.

“Why are you taking such good care of me?” he asked shyly, caressing his hair and brushing off his forehead.

The singer smiled, thinking of the right answer. Richard waited, still caressing his hair.

“Because you’re precious.” He whispered, kissing his cheek.

The guitarist blushed.

“In what way?” he asked in a mumble.

Till wrapped his arms around him.

“You know.” He answered shyly in a soft tone.

The guitarist smiled, his flush darkening. Till’s lips found his. They were warm and soft. He purred, his tongue flicking at them. The strong man responded, parting his lips, his tongue sliding over his as he pushed it in. His mouth tasted sweet. He wanted more. He cupped his jaw, pushing his tongue in deeper, licking his palate. The singer shuddered, moaning real softly, his fingers tangled in his friend’s short hair. Richard broke the kiss, panting softly. His friend’s lips travelled up to his ear lobe. He shivered as he sucked at it.

The guitarist rested his head in the crook of his neck and ran his fingers up and down the singer’s breastplate slowly. He smiled, caressing the smaller man’s lower back with his palms, his fingers venturing down the veldt of the beginning of his butt crack. He purred. The strong man smiled, kissing the top of his head, still stroking his warm skin. Richard kissed his way up his neck, feeling the blood pumping under his lips.

“Is your heart pumping this fast for me?” he asked, teasing.

Till pulled him up a bit, kissing him softly.

“Ja.” He whispered, cupping his jaw.

The short haired man leaned into the touch, smiling sweetly, a funny feeling at the pit of his stomach. The singer wrapped his strong arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

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The sun was shining, but the heavy curtains were blocking it. Only a soft light was brightening the room. Till rolled over, pressing his face against the drummer’s chest. He stood still a bit, not completely awake yet. He rubbed a cheek against Richard’s skin, beginning to wake up.

“You stayed?” he asked softly, lifting his head and looking at his chest
“Yeah.” He whispered, blushing a little.

The strong man smiled sweetly, moving up and pressing a cheek against his as a cat would do. The guitarist giggled, tangling his fingers in his hair.

“Can I look at you?” he asked shyly, waiting for permission.
“Of course silly.” He whispered, cupping his face.

Till locked his eyes to his, smiling like a kid. His green eyes wondered over his friend’s face, brushing over his features. His gaze then travelled downwards, his lips following it. He pulled the covers down and kissed his way down his chest and stomach, feeling him twitch a little under his touch. The singer pulled back a little, looking at his bruised body. There was still no disgust in his eyes and Richard was relieved. Till’s eyes met his. He smiled sweetly, pulling the covers further down and ran his hands down his legs, kissing his inner thighs slowly. The guitarist shivered, biting his bottom lip. Thoughts kept flying through his head; a bunch of what ifs. He gasped, his thoughts chased away as his friend’s tongue gave his sack a gentle lick, his lips moving up to his stiffened shaft. He gasped again as Till gave the head of it a soft kiss, his fingers caressing his sack gently. The strong man smiled, gazing up at him as he let him slide in his mouth slowly. A small moan escaped from his lips. A flush spread on his face as he felt the other man’s gaze lurking him. He let him out and took him in again, making him gasp softly once more. Till’s finger’s wondered up his stomach, his lips pacing up and down his manhood. Gosh how he had dreamed of this moment. He rolled his hips slowly, trying to stay in his warm mouth as long as possible. Till noticed, taking him in deeper. Richard purred, his breathing growing irregular, his friend’s touch driving him mad.

“Till, I-“

The singer grunted, accelerating the rhythm a little, cupping his sack and running his a light finger on the line between it and his twitching entrance. The smaller man grunted softly, huffing, arching his back a bit. Till cupped his hip with his free hand and kept moving at the same pace, driving his friend closer and closer to release.

“Till.” He grunted a few moments later, pulling on the singer’s hair a little as his body was shaken by violent spasms.

The strong man tasted him at the back of his tongue and kept moving, hopping for more. Richard moaned weakly, his body numbing, twitching a lot more softly now, his breath short. The singer let go of his manhood, kissing his inner thighs gently. He caressed his hips as his lips trailed all the way up to his neck. He could see that the guitarist’s eyelids were getting heavy as he kissed him softly.

“Sleep Risch.” He whispered as he caressed his hair.

Richard wrapped his arms around his neck, purring softly. Till stayed there, kissing his cheek and easing him to sleep, a sweet smile hanging on his lips.

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Richard stirred, grunting softly. His face was pressed against a pillow. He smiled. It smelled like Till. His dog licked at the guitarist’s back, making him giggle.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He said, patting his head. “Till sent you?”

The dog wiggled his tail and huffed. Richard smiled, getting up and putting his friend’s bathrobe on. It smelled like him too. He started looking for the singer, finding him in the living room.

“Sent the dog to wake me?” he asked, sitting next to him on the couch.

The strong man smiled, putting his book away and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Didn’t think he’s actually go.” He replied joking.

Richard smiled, cuddling and stretching his neck to kiss his jaw.

“What were you reading?”
“A book Paul told me to read.” He answered, showing him. “He called earlier today. He wanted to know if you’d like him to visit. I said I’d ask you.”

The guitarist smiled, caressing his chest slowly.

“I’d like that.”

Till smiled, kissing his forehead before reaching for the phone.

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Richard smiled, waving at him as he left.

“Was nice of him to come.” He said to Till.

The singer nodded, leaning in the doorway. The guitarist’s smile grew as he climbed the stairs.

“What?” the strong man growled, suspicious.
“Nothing. You just look jealous.” He said wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing up against him.

Till grunted, but didn’t move away.

“Are you?” he asked shyly, muzzling at his neck.

The strong man shivered, but didn’t answer. Richard looked up at him, locking his gaze to his. He smiled sweetly.

“You shouldn’t.” He whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth.

The singer kissed back, caressing the nape of his neck.

“Paul’s just a good friend. You, you’re more than that.” He whispered, rubbing his cheek against his.

Till smiled softly, holding him close.

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Till was sitting on the deck, smoking and looking at his dogs running around his garden. Richard smiled, walking up to him and wrapping his arms around him. The singer put his hands on his forearms.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asked, pressing his face in his hair.
“A little. Just waiting for him to finish.” He answered, pointing at the dog with his chin.
“Okay.” He replied, kissing his cheek.

Till moved his hand closer to his friend’s mouth, offering him a puff. The guitarist smiled sweetly, pulling on the cigarette. He sighed and turned his face away before blowing the smoke out.

“That feels good.” he said, taking another puff as he offered his cigarette once more.

“Long time since my last one.” He whispered before resting his chin on his friend’s shoulder and kissing his neck softly.

The singer smiled, leaning into the kiss. The smaller man purred, holding on tighter to him.

“Wait inside. I don’t want you to get cold. I’ll be in a minute.” He said, looking up at him and cupping the back of his neck.

He kissed him softly. Richard smiled, stealing his cigarette and kissing back before going back inside. The singer laughed softly going after his dog.

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Richard was reading in bed, waiting for the other man. He heard him coming up the stairs. The singer was drying his face with a towel.

“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just had to wash my face. The dog drooled all over me.”
“Oh.” He answered, smiling a little.
“Don’t laugh at me.” He said, smiling too.

The smaller man pulled his tongue at him.

“Why you little-” he growled, jumping on the bed and struggling with him.

Although he didn’t quite look like it, the guitarist was quite strong. He grunted, rolling on top and pinning the singer’s hands above his head. The strong man struggled a little. He could have won, but he did nothing of it. His friend’s lips closed in on his, making him purr. He bit at his bottom lip, extorting a grunt out of the singer. Richard smiled, sucking at his neck and giving him a hickey.

“Mein.” He whispered, letting go of his hands and wrapping his arms around his neck instead.

Till smiled softy, licking at his lips.

“Indeed.”

The guitarist smiled too, working at the buttons of his friend’s shirt. He gave his breast plate a lick before moving down to one of his nipples and sucking at it. The singer grunted, running his fingers down his lover’s naked back. His skin was warm. He could feel the new scars under his digits. Till pulled him up gently, feeling the urge to taste his lips. The smaller man purred, stroking his hair, his tongue dancing with his friend’s. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little to look at the strong man. His eyes, pale green, looked so peaceful and gentle; nothing like the stage Till; not even the same person. The singer stroked his cheeks with his thumbs, smiling sweetly.

“Kiss me.” He whispered, cupping the back of his neck.

Richard complied, surprised by the gentleness of the kiss. He pulled back, his heart beating faster.

“Till, he whispered, kiss me like that again.”

The strong man pulled him back close and kissed him in the same manner. He shuddered, the warmth of the other man’s body overwhelming him. The singer rolled on top, still kissing him. The guitarist moaned weakly, not wanting the kiss to end.

Till pulled back a bit, looking at him. He seemed to hesitate, but leaned closer and whispered in his ear softly. Richard wrapped his arms around his neck, the strange feeling at the pit of his stomach reappearing.

“Ich auch Till.” He whispered, looking him in the eyes.

The strong man’s eyes brightened as his cheeks flushed very lightly. He smiled sweetly. The guitarist did too, pulling him closer and running his fingers over his large shoulder blades. The strong man kissed him again, caressing his ribs. He smiled, pushing his hands further down and into Till’s pants. He caressed his butt cheeks slowly, making the skin rise. He grunted, unfastening his belt and pants to leave him more room. Richard pulled the pants down a little, shivering as his lover’s lips trailed down his neck. The singer sucked at his jugular very very gently, grunting softly as his friend grabbed his ass, pushing the clothes off completely. Till kicked them away and got rid of his shirt before going back to kissing and nibbling the skin of the other man’s neck. Richard shivered as their naked bodies pressed against one another. The singer pulled back little, resting on an elbow and looking at him.

“What?” he asked, blushing a bit.
“Looking at how beautiful you are.” He whispered, kissing the pink scar on his forehead.

He closed his eyes, letting him.

“You mean it?” he asked very softly.

The strong man smiled.

“Yes, I do mean it. I even think you’re even better looking with these.” He whispered, covering the new scars on his face with butterfly kisses.

Richard pushed him a little.

“I do not.” He mumbled.

“Yes you do. It gives you some panache. Like a bad boy or something.” He whispered, grinning and stroking his hair.

The smaller man grinned too.

“You like bad boys?” he asked, kidding.
“I like you.” He replied, licking one of his cheeks.

The short haired man blushed a little and ran his fingers down his spine.

“Till?” he asked shyly.
“Hmm?” he answered, caressing his hair.

He blushed , caressing his large back. The strong man smiled, running a hand down his stomach. He teased his rock hard shaft gently. The guitarist gasped and pulled Till’s hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.

“Not like that.” He said shyly, his flush darkening.

The singer grinned.

“How?” he teased, his tongue flicking at his lover’s adam’s apple.
“You know.” He mumbled, tucking a lock of his friend’s hair behind his ear.
“Tell me.” He grunted, stroking at his jaw line.

Richard shivered, not believing he was actually saying this.

“With you inside of me.” He whispered, lowering his gaze.

Till locked his gaze to his and smiled sweetly. He kissed his forehead.

“You sure?”

He nodded shyly, caressing his strong upper arms and shoulders. The singer smiled sweetly, pulling him into a soft kiss and cupping his hips. Richard moaned softly, nibbling at his bottom lip. Till broke away, kissing his way down, all the way to his hips. He nipped at them, making him gasp before moving even further down. He sucked at his sack gently, making him spread his legs. The guitarist let him, blushing real bad.

“Till, what are you do- Ah!”

The strong man grinned, probing his asshole with his tongue. Richard gasped softly. It encouraged the singer which pushed his tongue in deeper. The short haired man grunted, shuddering in his arms as one of his friend’s big paws on his stomach held him down on the bed. He started searching in the night table franticly, praying for his lover to keep some lube there. Till grinned, moving his tongue around.

“Ah, Till, what a-” he panted, finally finding a bottle of the slimy liquid.

He huffed, moaning softly as his lover teased his entrance gently with his fingers.

“Pass me the lube?” he asked softly, kissing his soft inner thighs.

Richard handed it to him, his stomach going up and down fast.

“Thanks.” He whispered, opening the bottle with his teeth and pouring some on his fingers.

The short haired man pulled him up and tangled his fingers in his hair. He shuddered under him as he pumped two fingers in and out. The singer’s lips met his, the guitarist’s tongue pushing his way in his mouth.

He gasped, breaking the kiss and tilting his head back as a third finger was added. Till sucked at his throat, grunting softly as he pulled on his hair.

“Sorry.” Richard whispered, pulling him back into a kiss.
“Don’t be.” He answered, caressing one of his cheeks slowly.

The smaller man smiled, pouring lube on his fingers. It was the strong man’s turn to gasp as his lover coated his member in slow strokes.

“Tease.” He whispered, placing a pillow under his lover’s lower back.

The smaller man smiled a little, wrapping his legs around his friend’s waist. Till locked his lips to his, purring as he pushed his way in and as Richard tangled his fingers in his hair. The guitarist grunted, shuddering and tightening his grip on his hips. The singer kissed him softly, caressing his hair soothingly.

“You okay?” he asked sweetly.

The smaller man smiled, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Yeah.” He whispered, tightening his grip on his waist.

He slid in a bit deeper, shivering as he felt his friend’s body twitch, then relax. He ran his hands up his lover’s thighs, making him shiver. Richard rolled his hips slowly, purring. Till smiled and pulled him into a kiss as he started pumping, still caressing his thighs. The smaller man gasped softly, tilting his head back. The singer kissed at his throat, still pumping very gently. The strong man’s hands wondered up his body, catching his hands in his and tangling their fingers together before pressing them on the bed. Richard squeezed his hands gently, rolling his hips faster. Till lowered himself closer to him, rubbing his member with his stomach at each pump. The guitarist moaned weakly, nipping at his lover’s jaw. The singer pressed his lips on his, pumping faster and panting softly. The smaller man purred at the feeling of the warm lips against his own, whining softly as he brushed against his sweet spot.

“Make that sound again.” He asked softly, pushing his way in in the same manner.

Richard complied, making his lover grunt softly. The singer could feel his lover’s muscles tightening around him. He pumped faster, stroking him faster by the same occasion.

“Till-“ he moaned, panting hard.

The strong man let go of one of his hands and cupped the back of his neck, pressing their mouths together. Richard cupped the back of neck too and dug into it, stiffening under him. The singer grunted, feeling the hollow feeling at the pit of his own stomach. His pumps grew irregular and slowed down. His lover moaned softly as warm liquid spurted on their stomachs. He stopped moving, his lips trailing down his jaw and unto his neck, where he rested his head. The smaller man stroked his hair slowly. The strong man purred, caressing the inside of the hand he was still holding with his thumb as his breath eased down. Richard kissed his forehead and made him smile sweetly.

“I like it when you do that.” The strong man whispered, moving up to caress his cheek.

The guitarist smiled, putting a hand on his and rubbing his cheek against his palm. Till rolled on his back and pulled him closer. Richard pressed his face against his lover’s collar bones.

“You smell nice.” He whispered, cuddling.

The singer smiled sweetly, kissing the top of his head. The short haired man smiled, moving up to his lover’s lips and licking them slowly. He smiled at the mild taste of tobacco on his full lips.

“You taste good too Liebchen.” He whispered, rubbing a cheek against his.

Till smiled sweetly.

“I’m so glad this happened.”

The smaller man crooked an eyebrow.

“Not the accident!” he mumbled, on the verge of panicking.
“I know, he whispered, smiling sweetly, I’m just playing with you.”

The strong man relaxed, caressing his hair.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, pulling him into a soft kiss.

Richard kissed back, cupping his lover’s face.

“And you are adorable.” He whispered.

Till smiled, reaching for his smokes.

“Want one?” he asked, handing him the pack.

He took one and gave the pack back, reaching for the lighter. He lit his lover’s, then his own. The guitarist pulled on his cigarette, sighing in delight.

“Now, this is paradise.” He whispered, resting his head on one of his lover’s arms and smoking, his body pressed up against his.

“What is?” the strong man asked softly, kissing his temple.

The smaller man looked at him before pulling on his cigarette.

“This. Laying in bed with you after a great shag, your smell hanging on my skin and smoking a cigarette with you.” He answered, looking back at him, his cheeks flushed lightly.

The strong man blushed lightly.

“Really?” he asked shyly.
“Really.” He answered, pulling him into a soft kiss.

The strong man purred.

“This is paradise.” He whispered in the smaller man's ear.

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