Urgency, NC17, Tom/Georg
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steins_storiesTitle: Urgency
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steinsgrrl
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Sometimes he just wants it fast and hard.
Author's Note: This was the result of a writing meme, prompt given byfayelafee
Tom hiked up his pants again and looked down at his keycard. The sticky note on it said 1224. He'd been in that room once already today, but when your life consists of one hotel room after another, you can't remember if room 1224 was yesterday or today, and you won't remember tomorrow's room number, either.
Searching for room numbers, he glanced at the doors he passed. 1218...1220...1222. As he passed 1222, the door swung open quickly and a muscular arm shot out. A large hand grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him in the room before he could do anything beyond squeak.
His back hit the wall just inside the door and Tom was finally able to gape into the face of his abductor.
"Georg, what the--"
Georg grabbed the back of Tom's neck and pulled him down, going after Tom's lips like a dying man craves salvation. His teeth bit at Tom's lips, scraping across the bottom one and sucking it in until Tom thought it would surely be bruised.
Tom decided it was time to take the upper hand. He clasped Georg's wrists where his hands were fumbling to find their way beneath Tom's shirts, drug his arms out to the sides and used that leverage to push Georg back, slamming him into the wall on the other side of the door.
He pinned Georg's wrists above him and bent to suck hard at the skin below Georg's ear, receiving quickening pants in his ear in return. Georg was straining toward him, anchored by his wrists, trying to rub himself against Tom, but Tom wasn't giving in. Not just yet.
He laved his tongue down Georg's neck, catching strands of smooth hair in his mouth before biting his way down to his collarbone.
The soft huffing noises were getting faster, and now Tom was the one wanting to grind himself against Georg. He brought the older man's arms down and pinned them behind the bassist's back, wrapping himself around the man. Tom's lips crashed down on Georg's again, sucking his tongue into his mouth before shoving his in Georg's.
He didn't know what took his breath away more, the give and take of dominance or the feel of Georg's hard cock jammed into his thigh. Neither was something he wanted to quit, so maybe it was better not to question it. He moaned instead, so low and husky that Georg had to feel it on his skin and taste it in his mouth.
In that weakened moment, Georg wrenched his hands free of Tom's hold and grabbed the collar of Tom's shirts. He pushed the taller man backward until they reached the bed. He threw Tom down on it and Georg climbed on, straddling Tom's hips.
He ripped Tom's hats off and threw them behind them. They hadn't even hit the floor when he grasped the sides of Tom's shirts and tugged them quickly over Tom's head, dreadlocks falling in a messy pool on the blanket when Tom lay back down.
Georg wanted to stop, just for a moment, and take in the sight of Tom lying under him...his hair splayed out, his face pink with heat and desire, his eyes dark with lust. But that wasn't what this was about. The mushy love stuff could come later, when they'd come down. Right now, he just wanted inside Tom. And the best way to be inside Tom was to make Tom feel really...really good. That he could definitely do.
He caressed his fingers slowly down Tom's cheek, smiling at him, before grasping Tom's chin and turning Tom's head quickly to the side. No fancy stuff now, Georg just licked hard from Tom's ear and down his neck before clamping his teeth down at the junction where neck meets shoulder. Tom gasped and jerked his hips up, grinding his groin into Georg's ass.
Georg smiled into his bite and turned the bite into a suck that left a purple stain on Tom's shoulder. He worked his way down, hunching over to grasp Tom's nipple in between his lips, rolling it and nipping at it until Tom grabbed the back of his head and pulled him away.
"Now. I want it now." Tom's eyes were very serious and his cock was very hard, pushing up into Georg.
He didn't have to be told twice. He climbed off Tom and they stripped as quickly as they could before Georg grabbed the lube he'd put on the nightstand earlier.
As he turned to join Tom on the bed, his knees nearly gave way. Tom was already prepping himself, two fingers buried deep in his own ass, and he was sucking on three fingers from his other hand. As Georg stood mesmerized, Tom pulled the soaked fingers out of his mouth and shoved them quickly where the other two had been before.
Georg watched as Tom closed his eyes and threw his head back and lifted his legs, pushing his fingers in further. Seeing them go in and out of Tom's hole, remembering how tight he was down there, had Georg's dick weeping, and spurred him into movement.
He opened the lube and slicked his cock up quickly, hissing at the sudden intense pleasure of just rubbing himself. He squeezed a little more lube out onto his fingers and pulled Tom's fingers out of himself. Tom looked up at him, surprise etching his face at the roughness of Georg's gesture, but when he saw Georg's cock, shiny, dripping and ready, Tom smiled. Tom smiled with that smile, and tongued his lip ring.
And Georg saw the gesture, his belly flipping in anticipation. He smeared the lube around Tom's hole, his fingers slipping in and out with little resistance. Georg pulled Tom toward him until his ass was on the edge of the bed, then grasped the backs of Tom's knees and shoved them up to Tom's chest, bending him in half.
Tom wrapped his long, sinewy arms around his own legs and grasped Georg's cock as Georg brought it close to Tom's ass. Georg could barely watch, could barely keep himself upright as he watched Tom's long fingers surround his dick and stroke twice before guiding him to press the swollen head to Tom's entrance.
But then Georg was leaning forward, and he was sliding inside, and his sight turned black as he squeezed his eyes shut. Even prepared, Tom was so damn tight, it took everything he had to pace this out, enter nicely, like a gentleman, until he'd given Tom time to adjust.
Tom, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about such things. He grabbed Georg's hips and pulled, hard. Georg slammed forward, nearly losing his footing and falling on top of Tom completely. He didn't know if the strangled noises Tom was making were from pleasure or pain, but when he pushed himself upright, he knew.
Tom had his head thrown back and his lips were parted, shiny with spit and maybe a little bit of drool, and Tom was clutching at Georg's hips like he was falling off a building. Georg took that as a sign to move, and he slid out slowly before slamming hard into Tom's body again. Each withdrawal was sweet, each slam home was harsh, before neither one of them could keep that pace any more. It was too torturous.
Tom wrapped his fingers around his own erection and began to tug at a furious pace as Georg began to shove in and out of him brutally, pushing into Tom hard enough to move him forward on the bed until Georg had to climb on the bed on his knees. He grabbed Tom's ass with both hands and hung on before raking his short nails up those long, slender thighs. When his calloused hands reached Tom's knees, he threw them over his shoulders, hunched over and just fucked Tom hard.
They panted into each other's faces, reading each other's eyes before the voices became loud enough to escape their mouths.
"Come...come on, Tom....fucking come for me..."
"Hard...harder, Georg..."
And then their mouths were occupied. Georg sucked Tom's lips in between his and suckled on his tongue as Tom screwed his eyes up, grunted around Georg's tongue and came, shooting long streams of come up his belly. To Georg, Tom contracting around him felt like Tom's ass was milking him, sucking on him, and Georg shot long and hard into Tom's body, moaning into Tom's mouth with each contraction.
Tom slowly brought his legs down and moved them out of the way just in time to keep Georg from falling on one as Georg collapsed next to him. He reached over, stretching his fingertips out to snag a long, fluffy pillow from the head of the bed. When Georg reached down to the end of the bed to pull the blankets over them, Tom stuffed the pillow under their heads. Once they had their breathing under control, Tom lifted his arm and Georg took the invitation to snuggle under it, entwining his legs with Tom's.
"Did I hurt you?" Georg breathed into the love-marked, damp skin of Tom's neck.
"No. Did I hurt you?" Tom lay a smattering of kisses on Georg's head, his hair tickling Tom's lips.
Georg chuckled. "No."
"Good. Need to sleep." Tom sighed, his eyelids growing heavy.
"Just until Bill knocks?" Georg mumbled and wrapped his arm around Tom's waist, pulling himself closer still. His eyes fluttered and fell closed.
Tom brought his other arm around Georg, not so much squeezing him as embracing him, holding him.
"...until Bill knocks."
Author:
steinsgrrlFandom: Tokio Hotel
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Sometimes he just wants it fast and hard.
Author's Note: This was the result of a writing meme, prompt given by
fayelafeeTom hiked up his pants again and looked down at his keycard. The sticky note on it said 1224. He'd been in that room once already today, but when your life consists of one hotel room after another, you can't remember if room 1224 was yesterday or today, and you won't remember tomorrow's room number, either.
Searching for room numbers, he glanced at the doors he passed. 1218...1220...1222. As he passed 1222, the door swung open quickly and a muscular arm shot out. A large hand grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him in the room before he could do anything beyond squeak.
His back hit the wall just inside the door and Tom was finally able to gape into the face of his abductor.
"Georg, what the--"
Georg grabbed the back of Tom's neck and pulled him down, going after Tom's lips like a dying man craves salvation. His teeth bit at Tom's lips, scraping across the bottom one and sucking it in until Tom thought it would surely be bruised.
Tom decided it was time to take the upper hand. He clasped Georg's wrists where his hands were fumbling to find their way beneath Tom's shirts, drug his arms out to the sides and used that leverage to push Georg back, slamming him into the wall on the other side of the door.
He pinned Georg's wrists above him and bent to suck hard at the skin below Georg's ear, receiving quickening pants in his ear in return. Georg was straining toward him, anchored by his wrists, trying to rub himself against Tom, but Tom wasn't giving in. Not just yet.
He laved his tongue down Georg's neck, catching strands of smooth hair in his mouth before biting his way down to his collarbone.
The soft huffing noises were getting faster, and now Tom was the one wanting to grind himself against Georg. He brought the older man's arms down and pinned them behind the bassist's back, wrapping himself around the man. Tom's lips crashed down on Georg's again, sucking his tongue into his mouth before shoving his in Georg's.
He didn't know what took his breath away more, the give and take of dominance or the feel of Georg's hard cock jammed into his thigh. Neither was something he wanted to quit, so maybe it was better not to question it. He moaned instead, so low and husky that Georg had to feel it on his skin and taste it in his mouth.
In that weakened moment, Georg wrenched his hands free of Tom's hold and grabbed the collar of Tom's shirts. He pushed the taller man backward until they reached the bed. He threw Tom down on it and Georg climbed on, straddling Tom's hips.
He ripped Tom's hats off and threw them behind them. They hadn't even hit the floor when he grasped the sides of Tom's shirts and tugged them quickly over Tom's head, dreadlocks falling in a messy pool on the blanket when Tom lay back down.
Georg wanted to stop, just for a moment, and take in the sight of Tom lying under him...his hair splayed out, his face pink with heat and desire, his eyes dark with lust. But that wasn't what this was about. The mushy love stuff could come later, when they'd come down. Right now, he just wanted inside Tom. And the best way to be inside Tom was to make Tom feel really...really good. That he could definitely do.
He caressed his fingers slowly down Tom's cheek, smiling at him, before grasping Tom's chin and turning Tom's head quickly to the side. No fancy stuff now, Georg just licked hard from Tom's ear and down his neck before clamping his teeth down at the junction where neck meets shoulder. Tom gasped and jerked his hips up, grinding his groin into Georg's ass.
Georg smiled into his bite and turned the bite into a suck that left a purple stain on Tom's shoulder. He worked his way down, hunching over to grasp Tom's nipple in between his lips, rolling it and nipping at it until Tom grabbed the back of his head and pulled him away.
"Now. I want it now." Tom's eyes were very serious and his cock was very hard, pushing up into Georg.
He didn't have to be told twice. He climbed off Tom and they stripped as quickly as they could before Georg grabbed the lube he'd put on the nightstand earlier.
As he turned to join Tom on the bed, his knees nearly gave way. Tom was already prepping himself, two fingers buried deep in his own ass, and he was sucking on three fingers from his other hand. As Georg stood mesmerized, Tom pulled the soaked fingers out of his mouth and shoved them quickly where the other two had been before.
Georg watched as Tom closed his eyes and threw his head back and lifted his legs, pushing his fingers in further. Seeing them go in and out of Tom's hole, remembering how tight he was down there, had Georg's dick weeping, and spurred him into movement.
He opened the lube and slicked his cock up quickly, hissing at the sudden intense pleasure of just rubbing himself. He squeezed a little more lube out onto his fingers and pulled Tom's fingers out of himself. Tom looked up at him, surprise etching his face at the roughness of Georg's gesture, but when he saw Georg's cock, shiny, dripping and ready, Tom smiled. Tom smiled with that smile, and tongued his lip ring.
And Georg saw the gesture, his belly flipping in anticipation. He smeared the lube around Tom's hole, his fingers slipping in and out with little resistance. Georg pulled Tom toward him until his ass was on the edge of the bed, then grasped the backs of Tom's knees and shoved them up to Tom's chest, bending him in half.
Tom wrapped his long, sinewy arms around his own legs and grasped Georg's cock as Georg brought it close to Tom's ass. Georg could barely watch, could barely keep himself upright as he watched Tom's long fingers surround his dick and stroke twice before guiding him to press the swollen head to Tom's entrance.
But then Georg was leaning forward, and he was sliding inside, and his sight turned black as he squeezed his eyes shut. Even prepared, Tom was so damn tight, it took everything he had to pace this out, enter nicely, like a gentleman, until he'd given Tom time to adjust.
Tom, on the other hand, didn't seem to care about such things. He grabbed Georg's hips and pulled, hard. Georg slammed forward, nearly losing his footing and falling on top of Tom completely. He didn't know if the strangled noises Tom was making were from pleasure or pain, but when he pushed himself upright, he knew.
Tom had his head thrown back and his lips were parted, shiny with spit and maybe a little bit of drool, and Tom was clutching at Georg's hips like he was falling off a building. Georg took that as a sign to move, and he slid out slowly before slamming hard into Tom's body again. Each withdrawal was sweet, each slam home was harsh, before neither one of them could keep that pace any more. It was too torturous.
Tom wrapped his fingers around his own erection and began to tug at a furious pace as Georg began to shove in and out of him brutally, pushing into Tom hard enough to move him forward on the bed until Georg had to climb on the bed on his knees. He grabbed Tom's ass with both hands and hung on before raking his short nails up those long, slender thighs. When his calloused hands reached Tom's knees, he threw them over his shoulders, hunched over and just fucked Tom hard.
They panted into each other's faces, reading each other's eyes before the voices became loud enough to escape their mouths.
"Come...come on, Tom....fucking come for me..."
"Hard...harder, Georg..."
And then their mouths were occupied. Georg sucked Tom's lips in between his and suckled on his tongue as Tom screwed his eyes up, grunted around Georg's tongue and came, shooting long streams of come up his belly. To Georg, Tom contracting around him felt like Tom's ass was milking him, sucking on him, and Georg shot long and hard into Tom's body, moaning into Tom's mouth with each contraction.
Tom slowly brought his legs down and moved them out of the way just in time to keep Georg from falling on one as Georg collapsed next to him. He reached over, stretching his fingertips out to snag a long, fluffy pillow from the head of the bed. When Georg reached down to the end of the bed to pull the blankets over them, Tom stuffed the pillow under their heads. Once they had their breathing under control, Tom lifted his arm and Georg took the invitation to snuggle under it, entwining his legs with Tom's.
"Did I hurt you?" Georg breathed into the love-marked, damp skin of Tom's neck.
"No. Did I hurt you?" Tom lay a smattering of kisses on Georg's head, his hair tickling Tom's lips.
Georg chuckled. "No."
"Good. Need to sleep." Tom sighed, his eyelids growing heavy.
"Just until Bill knocks?" Georg mumbled and wrapped his arm around Tom's waist, pulling himself closer still. His eyes fluttered and fell closed.
Tom brought his other arm around Georg, not so much squeezing him as embracing him, holding him.
"...until Bill knocks."
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Date: 2009-04-30 02:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-30 02:47 am (UTC)God, I love that this did everything to you that I wanted it to. ;D
I did write it in one sitting, actually. Here's the request post (meme): http://steinsgrrl.livejournal.com/10957.html
So a little under four hours, which is a long time for this, I think.
Thanks again! <3
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Date: 2009-04-30 02:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-30 02:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-28 01:57 pm (UTC)This is just hot hon, yummy <33
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Date: 2009-07-28 11:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-09 09:57 pm (UTC)