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A firm hand on the shoulder and a sincere gaze paired with the kind words about how brilliant his event was went to Ludwig’s head in way that nothing ever had before. One moment, he was staring at Jerma with wide, thrilled eyes; the next, his tongue was in Jerma’s mouth.
He didn’t even hear the thought cross his mind before he did it. Then, the second their tongues touched, his mind was racing. He was telling himself ‘Why did I do that? Jerma doesn’t want that from me. I’m ruining it. I’m ruining what I had with him’. Until, after an exasperatingly long while, Jerma leaned into him. His tongue reached out for him.
Once in a hotel room, fully isolated, Ludwig turned more desperate. He pressed into Jerma like he wanted to meld with his body. Jerma was bent backwards with the force of it.
“Hey, relax,” Jerma said as his back cried out from the position.
Ludwig shook his head, but he did lean back to let Jerma straighten up. He snatched up the front of Jerma’s suit jacket, and shoved it off his shoulders. Jerma shook it off to discard on a chair behind him. Sloppy lips on sloppy lips.
“Jerma.” Ludwig took Jerma by the wrist, and cupped his hand over his crotch. “Tell me—tell me again.”
It took Jerma a few seconds to comprehend the instructions before he said, “You did such a good job,” and felt Ludwig’s cock twitch under his fingers.
Jerma’s eyes flicked between Ludwig’s eyes and lips. He knew how Ludwig was, shrugging off compliments, acting cocky, never letting anyone flatter him. But was this how much he liked it?
“Does this happen every time someone compliments you?” Jerma said in amusement.
Ludwig shook his head. “Only you, Jerma.” He grinned. “I don’t know what it is about you, but it’s only you.”
Jerma had an idea why, but he’d let Ludwig work that out himself.
His eyes trailed down to Ludwig’s collarbones. The two undone buttons showed off enough of his chest to have Jerma shooting forward to have his mouth on it, fingers clumsily fumbling at the other buttons of his shirt to reveal more of him.
Ludwig copied him. He pulled off Jerma’s tie, discarded it, and unbuttoned the shirt with impatient hands. He used the front of Jerma’s shirt like a lead, dragging Jerma to the bed and pushing him down on it.
Jerma moved to lie comfortably on the pillows as Ludwig knelt between his legs, and reached out to bring Ludwig’s lips back to his. Shirts thrown open to feel their chests press together. Greedy hands on hot skin. Touching one another like they were cramming for a test on the other’s body. The soft, cotton of their suit trousers hissed repetitively as their hips slid back and forth.
“Thank you,” Ludwig breathed. “Thank you for agreeing to this.”
“God, Ludwig, I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for so fucking long, dude,” Jerma said.
“I mean the event.” Ludwig gripped his sides, fingers biting into his flesh, and nipped his teeth at his neck.
“Oh, right,” Jerma muttered in embarrassment. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Ludwig undid Jerma’s trousers’ button with one hand as the other held his face. Jerma’s hips bucked eagerly into Ludwig’s hand which just embarrassed him further. The lights and the crowd and the noise had spiked his adrenaline, and it hadn’t fully come down since then. He was oversensitive and hungry for anything that would keep up his adrenaline.
“Can we even have sex?” Jerma asked. “We don’t have lube.”
Ludwig sat back, shoved a hand into his pocket, and dumped the contents onto Jerma’s stomach. It was a collection of five or six little blue sachets.
“You carry these around?” Jerma said with a laugh.
“They were free,” Ludwig explained. “There was a tub of them in the men’s room, and I saw them, and I—” he cut himself off, and averted his eyes. Silent for a few moments as if debating whether or not to speak his mind. Then, he said, “I thought about you.”
Jerma chewed on his bottom lip. And Ludwig wanted to hit him, and tell him to quit that habit, tell him that it would ruin is pretty lips.
Ludwig’s fingers grazed over Jerma’s erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. Jerma shuddered. His head tipped back, Adam’s apple jutting out. The reaction was so delicious that Ludwig couldn’t help but tease him some more. Light, tickling touches up and down it. Jerma’s hips were shifting restlessly as he tried to keep them pinned to the bed. He didn’t want to look too desperate, jumping up to Ludwig’s hand, but this squirming just made him look more pathetic.
“Ludwig, please,” Jerma whined out.
“What?” Ludwig responded cockily.
He wanted to hear Jerma say it. He wanted to hear those obscene words come out of his mouth. Jerma was rarely vulgar, and Ludwig needed to hear him be. He knew Jerma could say it. Pushing forty, he had to be able to.
But Jerma was shy. Ludwig knew the words were in his mind – what he wanted from Ludwig, where he wanted him – but he couldn’t get his mouth to work. Instead, he opted for pushing his boxers down himself, head still tipped back, too chaste to see his dick in front of Ludwig.
Ludwig was determined. He continued his teasing touches on Jerma.
“Please,” Jerma repeated, almost like he was crying.
“Say it,” Ludwig told him.
“Fuck, Ludwig,” Jerma groaned in frustration. “Please.”
“No, you have to say it,” Ludwig ordered.
“Fuck me,” Jerma said at last.
“Now?” Ludwig said. “You don’t want me to jerk you off a little first?”
“Whatever you want,” Jerma said. “Do whatever you want.”
Ludwig grinned. “Oh, don’t give me that much freedom.” He wrapped his hand around Jerma, and stroked him – nice and slow. “Whatever I want? I want you to look at me.”
Jerma brought his head down. A wrinkle between his brows. Lips curved down.
“Tell me more,” Ludwig said.
Jerma’s lips pulled into a wry smile. “I’m so glad you let me present. It was so good. And the crowd. God, Ludwig, the crowd fucking loved you.”
Ludwig’s hand was speeding up on its own volition as he listened.
“It was the best event I’ve ever been to,” Jerma went on, his voice beginning to tremble. Words turning breathy. “You’re so talented, Ludwig.”
Ludwig moaned, shameless about the way Jerma’s compliments affected him. It was electrifying. Every word. The openness in every syllable. He meant it all, and Ludwig’s ego soaked it in like a sponge.
“It was so well done,” Jerma said. “So fucking well done. I’m so impressed with you. You have no idea.”
Ludwig leaned over Jerma to taste his skin, tongue licking over old hickeys on his chest that Ludwig wished were his. Maybe, he’d leave a mark of his own. Maybe, he’d mark his territory, and prove he was a threat.
Jerma took Ludwig’s face in his hands, and pulled him up to eye level, looking up at him from under his furrowed brows. Ludwig brought his fingers up to toy at the head of Jerma’s cock just to see his eyelids flutter and jaw hinge wider.
“Does your face still hurt?” Jerma guided his face closer, thumbs running across his cheekbones.
“My face?”
“Mhm,” Jerma said. “From the slapping.”
“Oh,” Ludwig said. “Yeah, it does.”
A lie, of course. He didn’t feel it anymore. Not even a tenderness to the touch, but he wanted Jerma’s affection in any way he could get it – pity, attraction.
Jerma gently turned Ludwig’s face to the side, and pressed his lips to his cheeks. He planted kiss after kiss all over the previously abused skin in an attempt to soothe whatever sting that Ludwig claimed to still feel. Ludwig felt the quick pants blowing from his nose, cold over his wet skin.
The closer Jerma’s mouth got to Ludwig’s, the more his tongue poked through his lips with each kiss. Until Ludwig turned to press their mouths together. His hands roamed down the dip in Jerma’s waist, down to his waistband. Ludwig tried to pull away from the kiss to give himself more room to take off Jerma’s trousers, but Jerma held onto him, not willing to be away from his lips.
With Jerma’s trousers eventually shimmied off and thrown somewhere off the edge of the bed, Ludwig picked up a sachet of lube and ripped it open. Jerma released his face, letting him sit up, and watched him. Ludwig admired his view as he squeezed the lube onto his fingers. The shirt was still hanging half-off Jerma’s shoulders, tidy hair all mussed up. He looked so beautifully dishevelled.
Jerma lifted his legs with his hands resting comfortably on his chest. He seemed to be loosening up, and Ludwig liked it a lot. He liked how Jerma spread his legs a little more when he eased a finger inside.
“Having you present might have been the best decision I’ve ever made,” Ludwig said, adding another finger since Jerma was pretty relaxed. “You were perfect.”
Jerma smiled as he shut his eyes. “You told me you made that decision high.”
“I make all my best decisions high,” Ludwig replied, gently opening Jerma up with his fingers.
Jerma laughed softly, and Ludwig felt it in his fingers.
“God, you’re so…” Ludwig shook his head.
Jerma cracked open an eye to look down at him. “So?”
“So fuckable,” he chuckled.
“Okay, so fuck me,” Jerma said.
Ludwig jumped to the order like a dog obeys his master. He was impatient, and would’ve only opened his zipper to pull out his dick, but these were nice trousers that he didn’t want to spend money dry-cleaning cum stains out of. So, he took them off, and tossed them down with Jerma’s.
Jerma handed him another sachet of lube, saying, “I don’t do this much.”
“I’ll go nice and slow,” Ludwig said.
He opened the second sachet, and spread it evenly over his cock. With eyes closely watching Jerma’s expression, he pressed himself inside. It went in with ease, but Jerma quickly clasped his hands over his face.
“You okay?” Ludwig asked, stalling his hips.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Jerma said from behind his hands. “Keep going.”
Ludwig pushed forward. Jerma’s ribcage shuddered. When he was flush against Jerma’s ass, Ludwig lay himself down. Sliding chest to chest as he moved his hips. Mouth lipping at Jerma’s neck and face. Jerma’s hands came off his face to rest delicately on Ludwig’s shoulders.
“All good?” Ludwig asked.
“Feels good, yeah,” Jerma replied, so Ludwig sped up his hips.
Jerma had always had trouble trying to repress the embarrassingly high-pitched whining that he would let out when receiving any kind of stimulation. He usually made an attempt to deepen his voice or cover his mouth. But, tired after the event, he didn’t have the energy to contain himself, and, with the way Ludwig’s hips bucked excitedly and his teeth nipped hungrily at his skin, Jerma could tell that whatever pitiful sounds he was making was having a serious effect on Ludwig.
Ludwig’s hips were erratic and desperate. Fucking him fast and deep with a stamina that Jerma hadn’t had in years. He could hardly keep up, and resorted to clinging to Ludwig’s neck with his eyes back in his skull like he was being possessed.
“God, fuck,” Jerma cried out. “God, you’re—you’re good.”
When Ludwig lifted his face from Jerma’s throat, Jerma wanted to change whatever appalling facial expression he was making, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even focus on anything but Ludwig’s cock inside him, Ludwig’s sweaty skin sliding off his, Ludwig’s heavy breaths blowing cold on his drooling mouth.
“Seeing you there,” Ludwig panted, “in your suit, and your voice echoing around the venue – fuck, Jerma, I needed to fuck you so bad. You looked so good. I had half a mind to push you against the ropes, and fuck you there and then.”
Jerma tucked in his chin in a desperate attempt to hide his pleasure at the notion, but his stammering, wailing swears gave it away.
“I knew that’d turn you on,” Ludwig chuckled. “You fucking love getting humiliated in front of thousands of people, don’t you?”
Jerma squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his bottom lip.
“Look at me,” Ludwig said.
Jerma turned his gaze up to Ludwig’s. He was looking down at him with a drunken smile, sweat glistening on his cheeks. He looked so fucking good, while Jerma was sure he looked like a pathetic fucking mess. But part of him liked to exhibit what Ludwig was turning him into.
“Don’t you, Jerma?” Ludwig repeated.
Jerma just nodded shamefully. He may as well admit it if it was really that explicitly obvious.
“You get off on it,” Ludwig said. “Don’t worry – everyone else gets off on humiliating you too.”
Ludwig bent his head down to Jerma’s chest. He found a faded hickey, and immediately got started darkening it again, making it his. Jerma’s hands flew up to tangle it Ludwig’s hair. They tightened painfully when Ludwig sunk his teeth in. Then, loosened as Ludwig’s tongue soothed it, only to clench up again when Ludwig found another hickey to own.
Jerma felt that bubbling in his stomach. The heat rising from his crotch, up to his throat where he choked out his enjoyment. It was painful – almost. Requiring release. He needed to touch himself, to tip himself over the edge, but his cock was pinned between his and Ludwig’s stomachs, earning only the gentle stimulation of Ludwig’s body rocking back and forth.
“Ludwig, please,” Jerma whined, “touch me.”
Ludwig shifted his position to keep his mouth pinned to Jerma’s chest, and lifted his stomach out of the way. A string of pre-cum clung to his abdomen. So crude and disgusting. So erotic and appealing. He wrapped a hand around Jerma, and stroked him in time with his fitful thrusts.
“Oh, you’re so good,” Jerma cried. He couldn’t get enough of it. He hadn’t felt this good in years – if ever.
Ludwig lifted his face to admire the dark marks he’d left all over Jerma’s chest. He’d gotten a little overzealous, and left one just above Jerma’s collarbone, but that was a problem for Jerma to figure out, not him.
His eyes flicked up to meet Jerma’s, and the expression on his face made his body lurch and shudder. He lost all rhythm in his hips, in his hand. Resorting to primal rutting and clumsy stroking. Jerma’s eyes rolled back again.
“Please, tell me you’re close,” Ludwig spluttered.
Jerma was close. Too close to answer him. All he could do was cling to Ludwig’s biceps, veins popping out of his hands. The moment he felt Ludwig’s hips jerked, Jerma dug his heels into his back, pinning him deep inside. His own orgasm milked Ludwig dry, had his arms trembling and threatening to cave.
Ludwig kept himself propped up on his shaking arms, panting over the chest he’d ruined, but Jerma pressed his hands into Ludwig’s shoulder-blades. He gently pulled him down, and Ludwig blindly followed. Laying chest-to-chest once again. Their ribcages heaved against each other.
“Fuck, Ludwig,” Jerma sighed. “We should – uh – collaborate more often.”
Ludwig groaned tiredly in agreement.