Tryst for Breakfast

TITLE: Tryst for Breakfast
AUTHOR: Cyndiana
RATING: NC-17 for graphic depictions of M/M sexuality and mild fetishism.
ARCHIVE: A Feather in the Blood (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/afeatherintheblood/)
PAIRING: Till/Reesh
SYNOPSIS: An EXTREMELY short fic--Till and Richard share a “delicious” breakfast.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Not intended as a statement of fact. Not for profit.

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I sit in the chair. I loosen my tie. The anticipation is KILLING me! Soon, you arrive, bags in hand. I know what awaits, and my appetite is whet.

You waste no time. You drop your clothes and put everything in order. It’s your fault I’m gaining weight, Richard Kruspe--and let’s just forget your other name, shall we?

I remember how this all started…I saw on American TV where a gentleman had a party. He served his hors d'oeurves off the bodies of beautiful, naked women. Of course, you make infinitely finer china.

You lay on the couch, and you have places various pastries in strategic locations. I devour each one, tearing off pieces and sharing it with you. You suck my fingers lewdly each time I slide a piece of pastry between your lips.

Ah, the pièce de résistance…A modest glazed donut placed around your cock. I kneel and nibble it off gently, and you moan softly. Once the donut is out of the way, I MUST clean you up, so I proceed to do so…with my tongue, devouring each and every granule of sugar. I suck you to the root, squeezing your balls until you cum for me. I drink you thirstily. A fine way to end a VERY satisfying meal.

I can take care of my own arousal. With a deep, delicious kiss, you dress and prepare to leave.

“Same time tomorrow morning?”

I nod.

I love mornings.