Nightmare-tom kaulitz

Beg for it

"Please, True... please... I need you. I can't wait for you much longer. Please... I need to feel you." Tom begs of me. I love the way he whimpers my name, and I need him to beg me again. I need the power.

"Beg for it." I whisper against his mouth. I feel his dick twitch inside of me as if the words sent an electrical shock through hid body.

"Please... ride me, True. I need you... I love you." Tom begs. That was what I needed to hear. My cue.
I press my lips against his and force his mouth open with my tongue as I start moving my hips. As his mouth his open against mine, I can hear his whimper clearly. It sends me into a trance. I can't control myself any longer. I forget all about his injuries and keeping us waiting. I start riding him faster and faster, enjoying the familiar feeling of his dick reaching the very back of my entrance. And it hurts. It hurts after being forced to have sex with Bill - who's dick as about as long as Tom's and therefore reached as far back as possible, bruising my cervix - but I don't care at all.
I love the feeling of Tom inside me and I won't let the pain stop me.

Tom's hands slide up and down the back of my thighs and my butt. Instinctively, his fingertips try to dig into my skin as always, and he winces at the pain in his fingers. He has to pull away from the kiss and he bites his lip from the pain.

"Sorry..." I mumble between breaths, but I don't stop riding him. I can't.

"Not your fault... you just... feel so fucking... good." Tom mumbles with his eyes closed, trying to endure the pain in his fingers.

"Stop doing that if it hurts." I tell him, reaching down to his hands on my butt, trying to make him stop hurting himself.

"I can't... it's how my body reacts to you." Tom says, now looking at me with pain in his eyes. As I'm riding him, there's something about seeing the pain on his face that gets me closer to the edge, and I can't explain why. Maybe I just like the feeling of control over him. Knowing that I can make him feel pleasure and pain at the same time and he wants more either way.
Or maybe it's the cute, begging gaze that makes me weak in the knees.

"Argh!" Tom groans. He sounds like he can't decide whether to moan or scream, and I like it. Then he moans and I ride him faster. I'm so close to finishing, and I really need it right now. Fuck his pain and fuck my pain, right now I just need him.
Tom is so focussed on enduring both pleasure and pain at the same time, that he's biting his lip non stop. I start kissing his jaw and neck instead. I need to feel his soft skin against my lips, and if I can't kiss him on the mouth, I'll just kiss him somewhere else.
His jawline is sharper than ever before. It's clear that he has lost some weight that he wasn't supposed to loose. But right now I only care about the feeling of his skin against my lips, and his dick inside of me.

Tom's moans are getting even louder now while the kisses I give him muffle my own moans. Somehow, I can feel how close he is. Every time I let him slide all the way inside me - the equivalant of his thrusts - he groans and breathes heavily. He takes no breaks between noises. I can hear groans, moans and whimpers coming from his mouth constantly and it feels so good to know that I can do that to him.
Suddenly, he moans and groans at the same time while his fingers dig deeper into my skin. I know it hurts but I can't stop him. I can feel his cum inside me, but I keep riding him. I'm almost there.
Now that Tom's has finished, he is able to focus on kissing me. I can't make myself kiss him anymore, I'm too consentrated on finishing. But when his lips - now more swollen than before after biting them - touches the skin on my neck, right under my jaw, I cum on his dick with a whimper.

The pleasure goes away, but turns into happiness. For a while, I just feel nothing but happiness. Tom and I lay together in the bed, side by side. His skin is scolding hot and sweaty. That makes his smell so much stronger. I feel almost addicted to him. I don't want to move and inch away from him.

"You have no idea... how much I love you." Tom whispers and kisses me on the forehead while I'm laying on his chest.

"I think I might." I say and look up at him. He's smiling, which sends a warm sensation through me.

"The only way I survived back there... was by thinking that... I needed to get back to you. To protect you forever. Because I couldn't leave you alone. I told myself that I had to see you again... and that's the only way I stayed alive." Tom says, his voice getting grainy. Even though the conversation suddenly got sad, I still feel that big bubble of happiness inside me. The happiness makes me feel alive again.

"I'm so glad you came back. Everybody else had lost hope... but I didn't want to believe that you were gone. And I was right." I say with a smile and kiss his neck gently because it's the closest part of his skin.

"Like always." Tom says which makes me laugh. I like that he thinks of me this way. The way it's so obvious that he adores me. I couldn't ask for more.

"I have to ask you... about Bill. I know neither of you wanted to... have sex. But... did it feel good though?" Tom asks, swallowing deeply. This is not a conversation that I'd like to get into, but Tom deserves to know the truth. After everything we have all three been through, I don't want to keep any secrets. And Tom knows that I love him and not Bill.

"Yes... I tried to imagine that he was you. It... felt the same almost. But they... forced us to enjoy it. They wouldn't let us stop if we didn't finish. I had to trick myself into liking it." I tell Tom, keeping a close eye on his face. He doesn't say anything. I can't tell what he's feeling or thinking.

"Tom... you know how much I love you. And I would never even consider having sex with Bill again. Never. But I had to. There was no other way if I wanted us to survive." I tell Tom. I'm slowly feeling the happy bubble dissapear just by looking at his sad face.

"I understand. I know you didn't have a choice. And I know that you don't love him like you love me. It still feels strange to know. It... almost hurts to imagine." Tom tells me without looking at me.

"Yeah... I get that. I don't like to think about it either. We'll just have to be patient with ourselves. One day we will be able to go an entire day without thinking about what happened." I tell Tom with hope in my voice. I really, really hope that I'm not lying to us.

Tom smiles slightly, and I feel as if I've won.

"You're right. We'll be okay." Tom says, and kisses my forehead again. Every time he doesn that, it sends and warmth through me that gathers inside that happy bubble, and I feel healed.

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