// Going to bed now~ Bye bye and Gute Nacht
Flake’s eyes glanced into the pierced man’s blue ones and gave him a smile, showing how happy he was that the singer was with him right now. Seeing Till approaching, he closed his eyes again, coming closer to the other as well and felt how their lips touched.
His hands wandered up his love’s back, stroking it up and down his spine.
He rested one hand on Flakes neck, stroking gently through his hair while he slowly closed his eyes. Nibbling softly on his lower lip he had to smile into the kiss. The man lifted up the keyboardist and took his steps into Flake’s bedroom. “Was hälst du von eine Massage, hm?” He hummed quietly.
"Dankeschön." He replied quietly and closed his eyes for a while, his cheek pressing against the warm body of the black haired singer.
The silence was so beautiful if somebody else was there to share it with. He could feel Till’s heartbeat, his breathing. That was beautiful.
While Till stroke through the keyboardists hair, he hummed quietly and lifted slightly the other’s head. The singer grinned friendly and approached him slowly, kissing his lips for a short moment before he kissed him another time more intensive.
Being pulled to him, he finally made eye contact. Of course he was happy, that Till came here. Very happy.
"… Zum Sterben schön." He jokingly said, now letting a grin appear on his lips.
His head dropped, letting it rest on Till’s chest.
Wrapping his arms around the brunette man he placed a kiss on his hair. “Alles Gute, Doktor.” The singer quietly said, looking down at him with a gentle smile. Till rubbed the other’s back as he glanced into his eyes for a while. Saying nothing at all.
The keyboardist knew it! Suddenly he heard the knocking at his door. He creeped to the door, light footed and on tiptoes, while thinking about not opening at all.
He sighed silently and looked through the spyer of the wooden door. His eyes behind his glasses suddenly widened.
Flake quickly opened the door and let out a small “Till!” as he suddenly grabbed the singer’s collar and ungently pulled him into his flat. “Komm rein!”
The brunet smashed the door and looked through the spyer again, being tense as hell. “…. Dir is keener gefolgt, oder?” He asked, without turning to his heart.
The singer raised one hand for a short greet before he got pulled into the flat. “Hey Alles Guu-wooow-“
Okay, he knew that Flake didn’t like his Birthday but his reaction was rather paranoid. Raising one Brow, Till grinned a little at his keyboardist. “Nicht, dass ich wüsste, nein.”, the black haired chuckled friendly and watched the thin man.
Taking his hand, the man then pulled him a little closer. “Wie fühlt man sich mit 47?”
So I was pretty down a few hours ago and my cute boyfriend just send me this:
and i replied with
and somehow it escalated T_T
I love you so much thank you <3
"God…" He mumbled to himself as he looked out of the window. It was actually a beautiful, cool autumn day outside, but there was one problem, he desperately wanted to escape quickly.
It was his birthday today and he seemed to be not very happy to get flooded by people’s birthday wishes or other stuff.
Flake decided to stay alone today, but he kind of knew, that this wouldn’t turn out to be easy at all.
Shit….Shit….SHIT. Till was never good in such things. God, he hated Birthdays. His own, and especially the ones of beloved people. He was unsure what to give them. And today was one of those days… It was already hard to find a fitting present for Flake before they became a couple, but now it’s even harder.
After searching around for days he finally gave up. He was horrible. A horrible Dom. A horrible friend. But at least he could spend the evening with him.
Knocking at his door as he stood in front of it, he waited for a moment until he got an answer.
He could feel the warmth of the singer’s arms now floating through his whole body. The keyboardist closed his eyes gently, smiled at the words of the singer as his fingers tousled gently through Till’s black hair.
After he received the kiss which sent some shivers down his spine, his fingers wandered down the other’s face, feeling the piercings on the man’s eyebrows.
Till purred quietly at his touches. He really needed one of those calm, sensitive moments with Flake. The keyboardist was simply stunning in every situation. He never met a person with so much optimism. And he was glad that he can play a role in the other’s life.