I Only Want You for One Night

I couldn’t believe it.

What I had planned to give to him, what I had wanted to give to him, he was giving to me. I was so shocked and touched and turned on by his gesture that I almost jumped him right there.

“Bill, I can’t tell you how much this means. I mean, come on, you tried to pass off take-out as your own cooking just to make me happy.”

He smiled and closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I try. It’s good take-out.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. So, can we eat?”

He bit his tongue and smiled. “Not yet. We still need something. Something that’s mega-essential to tonight.”

“What?”

He held his hands palm-forward to me. “I’ll show you, just wait here for a second.”

I nodded as he ran off to the bedroom. I wasn’t exactly sure what the hell he was doing but I was pretty sure that if he came back out in like a French maid outfit or something that barely covered his ass I’d fuck him in the hallway.

Dinner or no dinner.

In case you’re wondering, which I know you are (you just can’t get enough of our sex life), no, Bill and I haven’t had sex since we got together again. Bill was apparently using the time to plan all this, but at the time I thought he was just still guilty and was worried that he’d end up upsetting me during sex (which is highly unlikely to ever happen). But, no matter, I found ways to entertain myself.

Please do not make me explain that innuendo.

And I knew Bill had, too. I found one of Mom’s Victoria’s Secret catalogues in the bathroom once when I went in to… entertain myself and let me tell you, Bill hasn’t started wearing thongs, so it was there for a reason.

Haha.

Bill came skipping out of the room, holding his hands behind his back, smiling at me the entire time. He hopped in front of me and raised his eyebrow.

“So, what are we waiting for?” I asked, biting my lip seductively.

Bill brought a hand out from behind his back and made a circular motion with his index finger. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around!”

I smiled and did as I was told. I suddenly couldn’t see anything as I felt something get put over my eyes and tied around my head.

“A blindfold? Is this really necessary Bill?”

I heard him knot it. “Yes, it is! Haven’t you heard that when you cut off one sense, the other four get heightened?”

“Yeah.”

“So, with your sight cute off, I figured that anytime I do something like this,” he kissed my neck. “Or this,” he rubbed my hips. “You’d feel it in a new sense.”

I had to admit that he had a point. I had felt a little tinglier than normal when he kissed my neck and when he rubbed my hips…

Oh man.

He turned me around and grabbed my hands. “Shall we adjourn to the dining room?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Of course. Lead the way.”

“No, I think I’m going to let you go first.”

I laughed as he pulled me along, placing my hands on his shoulders. He placed his hands on mine and rubbed them slightly, showing me the small signs of affection with his hands on mine. I loved it.

He took my hands off his shoulders and led me carefully over to what I’m guessing was the chair. I carefully sat down on it and remained sitting while Bill did something.

I heard the clinking of ceramic against wood so I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on.

There was a loud, distinct popping sound, then the sound of something fizzy getting poured into something.

“You know, champagne can only be called champagne if it’s from France? It’s named after the region it’s made in, and everything else is just sparkling white wine, but most people don’t know the difference,” Bill said. The pop and the fizz noises made sense now.

“Like how real, actual bourbon can only come from Bourbon, Kentucky, and if it’s not from there it’s just whiskey?”

“Leave it to you to ruin the effect of sexy alcohol with something purely stupid.” I heard the glasses be put on the table.

“I can shut up the rest of the night if you want.”

“Even if I wanted that I wouldn’t get it.”

“And why not?”

“Because you won’t be able to keep your mouth shut when I’m doing the things I’m going to do to you.”

If I had been eating or drinking, I surely would have choked. My heart started pounding. I couldn’t wait for the rest of the night.

“Now, first, a toast,” he said, clapping his hands together.

“And how exactly am I supposed to drink when I can’t see?”

“Easy!” I felt a weight on my lap suddenly, and I knew Bill had sat down on me. Not that I minded or anything. “I plan on feeding you all through dinner.”

“So that means…”

I heard the clink of crystal on crystal. “To us,” he said simply, and I felt him put the glass gently to my mouth and tip it forward. I opened my mouth and let the fizzy alcohol pour down my throat. It tasted sweeter than usual, and I knew that had to be from the no-sight thing.

I swallowed the champagne and smiled. “To us,” I agreed, making Bill giggle.

“Now that we are refreshed and have toasted ourselves, the appetizer.”

“Appetizer? Sounds delectable. What’s on the menu?”

“Well,” I felt him twist a little and heard him put the glasses on the table. “I wanted to have a romance theme, so I figured I had three options to work with: Spanish, French, and Italian. Now, Spanish food is good and all, but it’s very heavy and cheesy and greasy and leaves you weighted down, and even though fried ice cream is one of the best things I’ve ever tasted, all their desserts have something to do with chocolate. So that was booted off the list.”

I smiled and ran my hand up and down his outer thigh.

“French food is also good, but seeing as it can get very, very expensive and the portions are always too small because French people are anorexic and their women don’t shave…”

I laughed.

“…It got the boot as well. So, that left me with the last option, Italian, and I have to say, I think I did well with my choice.”

“Once again, I’ll be the judge of that. So let’s get moving, lover boy.”

“Okay, okay. First off, open your mouth.”

I did as I was instructed. He popped something into my mouth and I started to chew.

“What is it that I just gave you?”

“An olive. A very good olive at that,” I said, swallowing.

“Mm-hmm. So, I asked myself, how do I turn a simple olive into something sexual?”

“I like your train of thought.”

He kissed my cheek. “Then it hit me. Olives, of course, have holes in them.”

“Oh my god, please tell me this involves us getting naked.”

He flicked my nose. “Why does everything we do have to be done naked?”

“Because I like looking at you.”

“Well guess what? I am not taking that blindfold off so you won’t see anything. Those are the breaks, Tom.”

“Damn.”

“To continue, olives have holes. So, I came up with something that will get you involved with eating your appetizer.”

“Sounds fun.”

“It is. Now, open your mouth again.”

I did as I was told and I felt Bill’s index finger go into my mouth. Without instruction, I closed my mouth around it and felt him slide it out, leaving an olive in my mouth.

Ah, sticking the olive on his finger then letting me suck it off.

Aha, suck it off. Funny.

He kissed me and then held up my hand. I felt something get put on the ends of my fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“Who’s to say that I can’t get a little fun time with our appetizer as well?” And with that sentiment, he started to gently suck the olives off the ends of my fingers, kissing each fingertip when he finished. It felt amazing. Then he let me get the olives off of his fingers.

This lasted about three rotations before he kissed me noisily on the mouth. “The appetizers are done with. Now, we have the main course.”

“Do I get to suck that off of any part of your body?”

He laughed, then pressed the champagne glass to my lips. “No, you don’t, but I do get to feed you.”

“You’re treating me like a baby? What’s with that?”

“Awe, but Tomi, you’re my baby.”

I smiled and wrinkled my nose as I heard him mess with a fork. He tapped my chin with his finger and I opened my mouth.

I closed my mouth around the fork and he slid it out, leaving a forkful of noodles in my mouth. The taste of garlic and Parmesan cheese and butter was thick and heavy on my tongue, illuminating and exciting my taste buds with the flavors. I chewed a few times and swallowed, smiling.

“Garlic Asiago on spaghetti noodles. You spoil me.”

I could almost sense him staring at me. “How the hell could you tell what it was?”

“We went to the Olive Garden once on tour in America. I ordered Garlic Asiago on spaghetti noodles and loved it. I’m not about to forget a food I love.”

He sighed. “Okay, I’m glad you like it. I totally forgot that you liked it and was just hoping you liked this.”

“I love it, now feed me more please!”

Bill did as I asked, giving me a drink of champagne every so often and kissing me. Finally he proclaimed the pasta to be gone, and that meant…

“Dessert time!” Bill exclaimed with a singsong voice, clapping his hands together. I heard a plate move and then I felt him shift a little on my lap. “No, we have a main dessert, but I figured I’d tease you a little at first with this.”

I opened my mouth and in went the sweetest thing that I had been given all night. It had a natural bitterness about it but it was tart at the same time, and oh god it was coated in sugar. Just covered in it.

I chewed the fibrous substance and swallowed it with a moan. “Sugared strawberries. You are fucking spoiling me, Bill.”

“I know! Next teasing thing.”

I opened my mouth and in went a small, round, almost overly sweet thing. I chewed and swallowed. “A Maraschino cherry. My goodness, Bill, don’t make me rape you.”

“It’s not rape if I’m willing, which, of course, I am. So, since I teased you a little, here’s the last thing I am going to tease you with.”

I opened my mouth. He made a ‘tsk’ noise. “Oh no, that will never do. Open it wider.”

“If you’re stuffing something huge in my mouth that is not your cock, forget it.”

He giggled. “It’s not my cock, I’m sorry, but don’t worry. Just open your mouth wider.”

I did as I was told and suddenly had my ears assaulted with a loud skooooosh sound. My mouth was filled with a thick, fluffy substance that was sweet on my tongue. I swallowed it and almost laughed as I felt Bill lap up the part that had fallen down my chin.

“Whipped cream. If this is the stuff I’m being teased with, I want my dessert.”

Bill giggled. “All right then. Dessert. An Italian classic. It’s sweet, fluffy, drizzled with strawberry sauce, and has a cherry on the end.”

“Please!”

“Open up.”

I did as I was told once again. Bill put whatever I was supposed to eat in my mouth. “Now bite down,” he commanded.

I bit down and felt my taste buds explode with pleasure. It was crispy, fluffy, sweet, tart, and amazing. I chewed slowly, letting that amazing flavor spread to all the corners of my tongue. I finally swallowed it down. “What heavenly thing was that?”

He smiled and licked my lips, tasting the sugary sweetness that had come off of the dessert onto me. “A cannoli.”

“Holy cannoli.”

He giggled and started to kiss me. I parted my lips for him and he delved into my mouth, exploring, tasting, staking old claims, and letting me know that he loved me.

“Can I have more?” I asked when he finished kissing me.

“Sadly, no. There was only one and we shared it. But we have other sweet things if you want them.”

“Are you on that list of sweet things?”

“I am.”

I smiled. “Can I taste a specific sweet thing?”

~+~

Okay so let’s clear something up right here and now.

Sitting naked in a tub with a blindfold on while the most gorgeous man on the planet washes you up and down is like the sexiest feeling ever.

Especially when you can feel it better because you can’t see.

The second Bill instructed me to stand up I heard him stamp his foot. “Dammit!”

“What?”

“There was absolutely no point in bathing you!”

“Why, do I smell?”

“No, no, of course not, you’re absolutely perfect. It’s just, well, I intended to cover you with honey…”

My eyes would have widened if they weren’t covered. “And we can’t still do that?”

I almost felt Bill smile at me. He grabbed my hand and helped my out of the tub so I wouldn’t fall and kill myself then led me off to the bedroom. I felt him push something into my hands. A towel.

“Now dry off and I’ll be right back! And no peeking or touching, mister!”

And I head him run out of the room, his bare feet slapping at the hardwood.

I almost laughed.

As I dried off, I wanted very badly to pull my blindfold off and look around. I know that Bill said no peeking, but still, wouldn’t you be curious as to what was around you?

He could have replaced our bedroom furniture for a sex shop for all I knew.

Then there was the touching part.

Okay needless to say my dick was saying, “Hey, hey, I’m supposed to be doing something, right? Okay, look, here, I’m doing something!” and it was starting to want attention but Bill had forbidden it.

Oh, come on, he’ll never know, I’ll hear him and stop.

I let my hand travel down to my pulsing cock and began running a hand up and down it lightly, moaning quietly.

Yay, Tomi! Just the attention I needed! More! More! Please, it’ll make you feel good too!

Oh yes it would.

I began to stroke it with a little more diligence, and I was really starting to love it. I was about to wrap my entire fist around it when…

“Tom Kaulitz, I told you no touching!”

I yelped and let my hands fall to my sides, a blush of embarrassment coloring my cheeks.

“I’m sorry.”

I heard Bill groan. “I guess there’s nothing I can do about it. Except, maybe, punish you.”

“What?”

Without warning, I felt his hands push me backwards onto the bed. I landed on it easily.

“Scoot up more,” Bill demanded in a very commanding voice. It was turning me on even more so I did as instructed.

“Hands above your head.”

I put them above my head. I heard a metallic snap and felt metal around my wrists. I tried to pull them down and couldn’t.

“You handcuffed me to the headboard?”

I felt a glorious pressure on my hips as Bill chose there to sit. The feeling of his jeans against my cock was gorgeous. “Well of course I did. That way, when you writhe, you have nowhere to go.”

My pulse skyrocketed as I felt a warm, sticky something being applied lightly around my nipples. I licked and then bit my lip, a hiss of pleasure escaping my lips.

“Like it?”

I nodded.

“Then you’ll love this,” he said haughtily, and without a word, he placed his mouth on my nipple and began to suck off the honey.

Okay if my pulse was skyrocketed already, my heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest now. Bill’s silver stud against that sensitive area was enough to get me off on its own. He deemed me clean enough then went to work on the other one, making me squirm under his tongue, under his touch.

He finished off with that one then drizzled more honey down the rest of my body. He lapped it up like a cat lapped up milk then started teasing.

He put some on my inner thigh, as close as he could get to my package without actually touching it and made long, tantalizing strokes with his tongue as he got it all off.

Then, just to be mean, he did it on the other side too.

When he finished teasing me with honey, my cock throbbing painfully, he kissed me. I tasted the honey on his lips and tongue.

Then, without a word, he got off of me and unlocked the cuffs on my wrists.

“Not a word,” he commanded. I remained silent.

When he got back on my hips after about, oh, thirty seconds, I noticed he didn’t sit all the way on me. He was on his knees above me, kneeling over my hips like a little teasing slut. I could nearly feel the heat from his body pulsing onto mine despite the distance. He ran his hands lightly down my skin, grazing his nails delicately over sensitive skin, causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps. I felt his hands steady themselves on the bed above my shoulders as he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue tasting the ridges on the roof of my mouth.

“You know, you never asked why I blindfolded you,” he said quietly, lips still on mine.

“I didn’t think to ask, but now I’m kind of curious.”

“It’s because…” he twisted one of my dreads around his finger. “…I wanted you to feel vulnerable.”

“Vulnerable?”

“Yes, vulnerable. So many times you’ve put me in the vulnerable position, the one that is needed to be cared for, the helpless one, and I’m fine with being a baby and all, but I wanted to feel in control, dominant, the one in charge.”

“So you blindfolded me?”

“No, I took away your sight. Had I not led you everywhere, not helped you along, you would have been stumbling around, running into things, lost. I had absolute control over you, and I felt good.”

“So did I.”

“So by making you helpless, I felt powerful. You could do nothing without me, and having that feeling is amazing.”

“Wow. So… wow. You thought of all this?”

“I did. And guess what? That blindfold can come off now.”

He slid it up off of my eyes and threw it aside. Finally seeing Bill made my heart race with ecstasy. The look that clouded his eyes was a look of passion, fire, lust, desire, and love. By how rigid his shoulders were, I could tell that he wanted this just as bad as I did, but he was teasing still.

“You look gorgeous,” I murmured, looking up at him.

Of all the things that could have happened, Bill blushed, but didn’t take his eyes off of mine. “So do you. But Tomi, just because that blindfold came off doesn’t mean I’m not still in control.”

…In control?

Oh my god…

“So many times I’ve felt you in me, hitting that spot, making me moan, but you have never felt me the way I’ve felt you. And Tomi? I think you deserve to.”

My breathing became ragged as Bill slowly spread my legs and grabbed the bottle of lube from the side of the bed. He put a substantial amount on his fingers and made me raise my hips a bit.

“As you must realize, this is kind of painful at first, which is the reason for prepping. I’m going to try to be easy with you, okay? Since, you know, it’s your first time.”

I am not going to lie, I was nervous. I didn’t know what kind of pain I’d be in for, but judging by the first time, it wasn’t going to be fun. But I trusted Bill, one hundred percent, and I knew that if I was hurting, he’d be easy on me.

He inserted two fingers inside of me and I couldn’t help but shudder. I clenched around his fingers, trying to relieve the uncomfortable feeling I felt. Bill pushed his fingers in me as far as they could go and bent them slightly, causing me to gasp out in shock and pleasure.

“Feel good?” he asked smarmily, smiling.

“Yes,” I barely whispered.

He smirked devilishly and added a third finger, spreading them out without a thought. A shock of discomfort shot up my back and I arched it a bit, clenching tighter around him. He curled his fingers like claws and dragged them out of me, sending my nerves flying, teasing the sensitive flesh. I grabbed at the sheets and found I was already sweating.

“Ready yet?” Bill asked nonchalantly, popping the lube cap off.

I nodded weakly as I watched Bill coat himself generously, my body aching to be touched. Bill positioned himself and looked at me. “Tell me when.”

“Now.”

He nodded and slowly entered me. Pain shot up my spine like fireworks and a yelped, biting my lip hard. Bill stopped all motion and held completely still, looking into my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out, placing his hand on my cheek and rubbing it with his thumb.

“No, it’s fine, I just… it’s a shock.”

“It is, but you get used to it. The pain will go away, and tell me when to go when it does. Oh, and Tomi?”

I looked at him. He leaned down to my ear. “You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered, flicking his tongue along the shell of my ear.

My heart sped up again. I grabbed his hips tightly and tried to push him down even though I still felt a slight pain. I wanted that pleasure, I needed it.

Bill kissed the pulsing vein in my neck and slid lower into me, moving in and out slowly, thrusting slowly, the pain giving way to pleasure slowly.

Bill would readjust his angling every few thrusts, hands tracing my waist lightly.

Then…

“Oh my god!” I yelled, arching my back as Bill hit my prostate lightly.

“God has nothing to do with this,” Bill smirked, hitting that spot again.

“Oh… oh god, oh god, oh god!”

“Come on, Tomi, you don’t need to be told twice. God isn’t doing this. Who is doing this?” One more thrust.

“Oh… Bill. Oh Bill, oh shit…”

“That’s right. Now come on, say it more.”

This thrust was particularly powerful. “OH SHIT! Oh, fuck, Bill, fuck, harder!”

“Oh, you’re a little slut, aren’t you. Just a huge whore,” Bill said, biting down lightly on my shoulder.

“Yes… yes… oh fuck… touch me!”

“What was that, my little slut?”

“Motherfucking touch my cock!”

Bill smirked and wrapped his long fingers around my throbbing length, pumping it heavily. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Fucking hell, shit, I love it, I fucking love it, harder!”

He pressed his lips hungrily to mine as thrust harder, grinding my hips into the bed beneath us. I groaned loudly into his kiss and pressed him harder into me still.

“Bill… I’m so… so close… so close…” I said in a shaky voice, panting hard.

“Me too, baby, me too.” He thrust in sharply.

I twisted my body, writhing underneath him and arching my back. “BILL FUCKING KAULITZ!” I yelled as I came into his hand, my body shaking.

Bill thrust a few more times into me and moaned throatily as he spilled over into me, his body falling against mine, sweat slick between us, chests heaving as we held each other in post-orgasm ecstasy.

Bill put his finger under my chin and made me look at him. He brought his other hand to his mouth and cleaned off the mess I made, staring into my eyes the entire time. I felt my stomach quiver at the sight of Bill happily cleaning up my seed.

“I love you, Tomi,” he said, kissing the corner of my mouth.

“I love you too, Bill.”

He snuggled into me, arm draped lazily over my chest.

“Bill?”

“Hmm?”

“I trust you.”