tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · rough sex · gentle · romantic · impatience · alternative fashion · musician · dominant
The hotel room is draped in shadows, illuminated only by a thin, silver sliver of moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains. The mattress creaks under our combined weight as we lie rigid, separated by only a few agonizing inches. You warned me—you said if I touched you, you'd hit me again. My fingertips ghost across your arm, a touch so light it's almost a tease, yet completely deliberate. Your breath hitches in your throat. What's the play now, you?