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"You have not... taken it... up there?"
"Nein, natürlich nicht!" Joost clasped a hand over his chest in feigned scandal.
"You look the type," Aggu teased, shrugging off his silver spiked coat and signature ski goggles and hanging them by the entrance of their shared hotel accommodation. Joost was sitting on one of the two king beds, unlacing his platform combat boots. "Just see those heels!"
Joost scoffed and threw a heavy shoe in Aggu's general direction, flopping back on the bed and sighing.
"Niets meer dan vingers," Joost mumbled under his breath, hoping soft-spoken Dutch would deter Aggu from understanding him.
"Fingers? Wirklich? That's hot. You? Or..." Aggu trailed off, continuing to remove the flashy outfit he wore to film their latest collaborative music video.
"Meine eigene! Asshole..."
"Hot." Aggu's eyes darkened as he stalked over to the bed Joost was on, now dressed only in his undershirt and jeans, unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips, revealing an enticing trail of hair disappearing behind Joost Klein branded boxers.
"Hey, hey. I'm shower first. Patient." Joost stood up, planting a kiss on Aggu's cheek before heading towards the washroom.
"I come with you?" Aggu inquired.
"Das musst du nicht sehen." He pulled a douche from under the sink and waved it in Aggu's face, the two of them laughing uncontrollably.
"Verstanden."
Joost kissed Aggu once more before closing the washroom door on him and stripping bare. He urinated quickly and turned on the tap, hopping in the shower. Cleaning himself was a routine Joost had always enjoyed; the privacy and sensations of a small wet room all to himself was sometimes the best part of his day. However, washing himself quickly albeit thoroughly seemed to be the best plan of action in getting himself out and ready as soon as possible.
Running his soapy hands over his body, sweaty from hardstyle dancing in the summer heat, Joost felt desperate for Aggu's touch. Mindlessly grooming himself, his brain wandered to the last time they had more than a moment alone, when his throat was willingly abused by his partner. Joost's hands wandered with his thoughts, two fingers in his mouth and one in his ass, making himself gag and moan around the digits. His cock became progressively harder the further back he reached in his throat, but it was no replacement, no Aggu. He removed his fingers, cleaning himself out with the douche he had bought confidently at a Rossmann Drogeriemarkt down the street. He'd never done this before, but his German was good enough to read the instructions on the cardboard box and he did a good enough job for the activities planned.
Joost washed his hair and face as well, just for good measure, before turning off the water and towelling off. He shook his hair dry out of habit like a dog, splattering the mirror with droplets that he wiped away with a hand towel. Joost moisturised his face and body and scrunched a small amount of styling powder into his wet hair, wanting to look unkempt and effortlessly sexy when he stepped back into the bedroom. After quickly brushing his tongue and swirling and spitting a dixie cup of mouthwash, Joost wrapped the white towel low around his hips and opened the door.
The only thing Aggu saw exit the washroom was a cloud of steam with an angel in the center. Joost was smiling wide, pushing hair out of his face and dripping with what looked like liquid ivory in the light from the westward window. He seemed to be glowing. Aggu drifted toward him, entranced, like a sailor to a siren, unable to keep his hands off Joost the moment he was close enough.
"Scheiße, Joost. Scheiße. Wie schön bist du," Aggu marveled, running his hands over Joost's abs and waist feverishly. He could not get enough of this beautiful man. Aggu dropped to his knees, worshipping Joost with his lips and tongue, working downward from his belly button and unhooking the towel where it was tucked closed. The fabric fell to the floor, Joost's cock revealed in its erect form. It was cute like the rest of him, impossibly pale and flushed at the tip, slim and long but in proportion to itself and the rest of his body. His pubic hair was a nest that looked spun from gold, unlike anything Aggu had seen, despite the sheer amount of natural blondes he had fucked before.
Neither were sure who moved first, but Joost's cock ended up in Aggu's inexperienced albeit eager mouth. He used more of his tongue than anything else, scared to use his lips for their proximity to his teeth, knowing at least one thing not to do while sucking cock. However, after one mishap and a particularly loud moan, he learned Joost was unlike most men in this particular area. He pulled off hesitantly.
"Gefällt dir das? Die zähne?"
"Hhhgnn... Ja, aber nicht zu viel, bitte," Joost begged, voice sweet and high.
Aggu nodded and pulled back Joost's foreskin, ever so gently scraping his bottom teeth over the frenulum. Joost cried out, strangled, and his legs shook.
"You like that, ja?" Scrape. Gasp. "Schmerz? Like when I make it hurt?"
Joost gripped Aggu's hair tightly, moaning high and tight as he doubled over, guiding the two of them to the bed so he could sit on the edge before his legs gave out, Aggu still on his knees in the plush carpet. "Yes... please make me hurt, Aggu."
Aggu growled deep in his throat, scraping his teeth up the length of Joost's dick, digging his blunt nails into his hips, leaving reddened crescent-shaped marks on porcelain skin. He felt the length pulse and twitch against his tongue and teeth, like he had Joost's naked beating heart in his maw. He had so much control over this incredibly beautiful, trusting man. Aggu hollowed his cheeks around the head, making Joost cry out like a girlish pornstar, thighs closing around Aggu's head. The man on his knees heard his own blood rushing in his ears, hard as a rock and moaning around his mouthful.
"Ohhh, ohh stopp. Close," Joost whimpered, pulling at the dark roots in Aggu's blonde hair. He pulled off of Joost's cock reluctantly, savoring the taste of his partner's musk. "Need you inside. Jetzt sofort."
"Verstanden, love."
Joost was a mess, expression completely fucked out and all his muscles turned to jelly. Aggu had to rearrange him manually, like a well-jointed action figure, onto his hands and knees. Well, elbows and knees, after his arms gave out. His back was arched oh so elegantly like a cat stretching after a nice long nap, and his ass was perched pretty and high in the air, pink virgin hole on display within a halo of blonde vellus hairs. Joost's thighs were parted wide, flushed and straining cock hanging heavy between them, a perfect pearl of ejaculate beaded on the head, dripping onto the sheets with gravity's inevitable reign.
Aggu spread Joost's ass and dug in with no time to waste. Joost buried his face in the soft white pillows of the hotel bed, while Aggu did the same with the pillows presented to him. He was skilled at this, there was no doubt about it. Aggu flickered and flattened his tongue the same way he would with a clitoris, Joost moaning in the exact same pitch and tone as the girls he did this same thing to before. When Joost's hole was pliable enough, Aggu pulled back to spit on it vulgarly, pressing one finger in easily. Joost moaned, his body seeming to suck the appendage in like it needed it to survive.
"Hmm, wie heißt das noch? Pliant, ja. So pliant, mein liebling."
"Ouuaahghh..."
"Pathetic, es ist so niedlich."
Aggu curled his finger just so, causing Joost's cock to twitch angrily and spurt a bit of precome. Aggu was worried Joost had come too soon and apologized, before the man under him reassured him that he was fine, could keep going, and desperately needed that cock in his ass as soon as humanly possible.
"Ich helf dir, don't worry, baby."
One finger turned into two with a sufficient amount of KY jelly, and Joost was moaning steadily into the pillowcase, drooling and fucking himself back onto the digits desperately. His thighs and ass were so plush, so malleable and soft, Aggu could hardly believe what he was feeling and seeing right before his eyes.
Aggu scissored him open wider, pressing in a third finger gently. It went in so easily that he was astonished. He'd done anal with quite a few women before, even fisted one, and that hadn't been easy, even with twice as much lube as they were using now. And Joost was loving it, squealing and squirming pleasurably with every single movement, cock leaking and spurting and looking on the verge of exploding any second now.
"Ah! I will finish too soon wenn du dich nicht beeilst," Joost warned, reaching between his legs to hold the base of his cock tight, staving off his rapidly approaching orgasm.
Aggu was desperate by this point as well, mind dropping back into his body and finally registering the pain in his untouched sex. He freed himself from his jeans and boxers and rolled a condom on quickly, with practice.
"Bereit?"
" Please! "
Aggu pressed the blunt head of his cock into the reddened, gaping hole before him, sinking in slowly so as not to hurt Joost. No matter how open and eager Joost was, Aggu understood the relation between the capacity of the human asshole and the size of his dick. He didn't like to brag, but he was big, and he knew it had to hurt, especially for your first time.
Joost mewled low and long as he was filled up inch by inch, slowly and surely. He'd never felt so full before. It was something indescribable and addicting and he thought he would never feel this good again. It was as if every nerve in his body was set alight and Aggu had a remote that was wired directly to stimulate every single one.
Aggu began to start up a rhythm, pulling out a fraction and rocking back in easily, tugging moans and whimpers from Joost with every inch of movement.
"Alsjeblieft, alsjeblieft, pleaseplease, Aggu!" Joost rambled, no longer in control of his body or words. His mind was a blank cloud of pleasure shooting through every vein and nerve inside him. "Faster, please."
Aggu complied, speeding up his pace and grunting with each thrust, close to his peak with the tight plush heat pulling him ever deeper. Joost met every thrust with his own, desperate to feel Aggu finish inside him. He could feel every ridge and vein of his lover as it was, he knew he would be able to feel him filling the condom, although he wished Aggu would be painting his insides. Perhaps another time.
"Ich komme, scheiße!"
" Bittebittebitte," Joost whimpered.
Aggu doubled over, reaching his hand around Joost's waist and stroking him twice before they both shot off simultaneously. Joost screamed and cried into the pillow, letting Aggu milk him until he was shivering like a cold, wet newborn kitten, collapsed on the bed with Aggu softening inside him.
"God, you are perfect."
"Ich weiß."
Aggu pulled out, tied off the condom and disposed of it, crawling back onto the bed and spooning Joost, sticking them back to front with sweat.
"Du bist so gut zu mir, Aggu."
"Ich weiß."