Primal Lust
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Rammstein
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,222
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't know the members of Rammstein or make any profit from this story. This is a work of fiction.
Primal Lust
This story is a result of this challenge: Pick three random words out of any book you like. Then, write a fifteen minute or more story using those words. Do not change them at all, use them as you found them.
Pairing: Till/Richard or Richard/Till, depends on who you think is playing the game ^^
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Till just can't ignore Richard's smirk.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, know them, make any profit by them. This is a work of fiction.
The feelings for Richard grew more intense as the years went by. The teasing and the boozing left him wanting the guitarist more and more. Maybe it was apparent to the other band mates, and maybe it wasn't. All Till cared for is to get his hands on Richard. Till believes he isn't being obvious. He also believes Richard is playing his game. But Richard is making Till fail his own game. He knows how to make the vocalist yearn for his perfection.
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Till and Richard were standing outside after a long night and partial morning of the concert. The others were inside getting their stuff together so they could leave. The cool breeze of the new day felt nice on their sweating bodies. Richard pulled out a cigarette and placed it loosely in between his lips. He lit it up with his small black lighter. His face glowed for a couple seconds before he let the lighters wheel go.
Till was watching Richard. Watching the black lips curl around the cigarette as he readied for an inhale. The guitarists cheeks pulled in as he inhaled the cigarettes toxins. Till craved to be that cigarette, to have those tight lips wrapped around him in such a needful manner. The vocalist had to swallow hard to keep from growling. The tightness in his pants was such a bittersweet agony. Richard looked over at Till and smirked.
That smirk. God how Till would anticipate it. To see the taunting smile playing on Richard's lips. To see the laughter in his dark eyes. It made Till hot. He bit his bottom lip and watched Richard. Never saying a word. Richard kept smirking, but then winked at Till. It was such a subtle wink. He knew just how to tease the vocalist.
Snap. Till finally hurled himself onto Richard, shoving him into a wall and making him drop the half finished cigarette. Richard could feel Till's hot breath on his face as he leaned in for a rough kiss. His tongue delved into the guitarist's mouth and began to familiarize himself with the new space. Richard was clutching onto Till's shirt, suddenly needing him more than the cigarette. They shared their bruising kiss until they heard a door burst open with the others filing out. They let go and Till backed away, sharing a lustful stare with Richard, never really noticing the others puzzled faces.
The ride back to the hotel was a quite one.
Pairing: Till/Richard or Richard/Till, depends on who you think is playing the game ^^
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Till just can't ignore Richard's smirk.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, know them, make any profit by them. This is a work of fiction.
The feelings for Richard grew more intense as the years went by. The teasing and the boozing left him wanting the guitarist more and more. Maybe it was apparent to the other band mates, and maybe it wasn't. All Till cared for is to get his hands on Richard. Till believes he isn't being obvious. He also believes Richard is playing his game. But Richard is making Till fail his own game. He knows how to make the vocalist yearn for his perfection.
*~*
Till and Richard were standing outside after a long night and partial morning of the concert. The others were inside getting their stuff together so they could leave. The cool breeze of the new day felt nice on their sweating bodies. Richard pulled out a cigarette and placed it loosely in between his lips. He lit it up with his small black lighter. His face glowed for a couple seconds before he let the lighters wheel go.
Till was watching Richard. Watching the black lips curl around the cigarette as he readied for an inhale. The guitarists cheeks pulled in as he inhaled the cigarettes toxins. Till craved to be that cigarette, to have those tight lips wrapped around him in such a needful manner. The vocalist had to swallow hard to keep from growling. The tightness in his pants was such a bittersweet agony. Richard looked over at Till and smirked.
That smirk. God how Till would anticipate it. To see the taunting smile playing on Richard's lips. To see the laughter in his dark eyes. It made Till hot. He bit his bottom lip and watched Richard. Never saying a word. Richard kept smirking, but then winked at Till. It was such a subtle wink. He knew just how to tease the vocalist.
Snap. Till finally hurled himself onto Richard, shoving him into a wall and making him drop the half finished cigarette. Richard could feel Till's hot breath on his face as he leaned in for a rough kiss. His tongue delved into the guitarist's mouth and began to familiarize himself with the new space. Richard was clutching onto Till's shirt, suddenly needing him more than the cigarette. They shared their bruising kiss until they heard a door burst open with the others filing out. They let go and Till backed away, sharing a lustful stare with Richard, never really noticing the others puzzled faces.
The ride back to the hotel was a quite one.