I took my hand back from him and wrapped my fingers around his cock, and as soon as I did he moaned, thrusting his hips slightly. I ran my thumb lightly over his head, feeling the moisture that was there. I started stroking him, going nice and slow at first, savoring every moan, every thrust, every sigh, and every German word that came from him.
"Jono...Jono..." he said.
*Yes, luv, yes,* I told him, my voice husky. *Cum fer me.*
"Ja, Jono!" And with that, I worked faster and stroked harder. I glanced at him, wanting ter see what he looked like in the heat of passion. His eyes were closed, his mouth half-open, his expression nothing but pleasure. His fingers had forgotten their work in my hair. He took in a sharp breath and his hips bucked. He stiffened, and his hot seed spilled over my hand. His knees buckled and he fell back on the bed, breathing hard. I crawled up ter him. He reached out and quickly kissed my nose. He smiled a brilliant white smile and I felt my eyes crinkle in one as well.
*Was it everything yer expected, mate?* I asked timidly. He laughed.
"Ja. Oh, ja." He sat up then. His eyes roamed over me like a predator studying his prey. He brushed a lock of my scraggly hair from my brow, then pulled at the hem of my shirt. "Off," he mocked.
Okay, if I had a sign tattooed ter my forehead at this moment, it would say: Insecure Wanker. I shut my eyes and pulled myself together. I would not run from this magnificent experience just because I didn't like the way I looked without a shirt. I stood and slowly pulled the shirt over my head and waited ter see the look of disgust on Wagner's face. But it never came. The only expressions on his face were hunger and wanting. If I still had a heart it would be soaring right now.
He reached out and fumbled with my jeans, trying ter get them off. It was rather amusing ter watch him work on the small button of my jeans with his thick fingers. I could help him... Naw, I was having too much fun! After a few frustrated seconds of dirty German words, he was finally able ter get them off me. I stood naked before him, feeling vulnerable. His warm hands explored me, lingering on my bandages. His tail swept out and began caressing my thighs and buttocks. Despite my insecurities, I reacted ter every touch with a moan. He was driving me crazy with his taunting fingers!
I sighed his name and he leaned forward. He kissed the head of my cock gently. He licked it slowly, running his pink tongue around ter the back of my head and down my shaft, leaving a wet trail behind. I ached with anticipation, wanting ter be in him, but he moved down ter my balls. I shuddered pleasantly when his tongue danced over them. Oh, Christ, this was so erotic!
After much writhing and wanting, he took me inter his mouth. He sucked on the tip at first, making me moan and beg, then took in all of me. Kurt was a natural deep-throater. He was sooo good. He worked on me like he'd had years of experience. Every now and then I would feel the faint brush of fangs, but he was careful. And did I mention he was good? I curled my fingers through his wavy hair. I felt myself close, close...
*God, oh God, Kurt!* He pushed me over the edge and I cried out. The world turned upside down for a few seconds as he drank me down.
He looked up at me and licked his lips. I smiled my crinkley-eyed smile down at him and pulled him ter me. He kissed my bandages where my mouth was supposed ter be and then licked my ear with a flick of that wonderful tongue of his. "Do you vant to stay vith me tonight?" he asked from the hollow of my neck. I was surprised by the question. I wasn't expecting ter stay. Didn't think he'd want me ter.
*Not much night left, luv,* I answered, pulling back from him. His face fell in disappointment and I couldn't stand it. *But whatever's left I wouldn't mind spending with yer.* He smiled in relief and pulled me onter the bed with him. And that's where we stayed, together, fer the rest of the night.