KKM - GwendalxGunter massage
For kkm kink meme~ I hope you enjoy anon!
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters: Gwendal x Gunter
Rating: M
Wordcount: 2689
Prompt/notes: massage
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM or their characters.
Gwendal could smell a strange odor coming from his room. He’d just managed to end a rough day of diplomatic issues with a bit of Anissina-prescribed torture. All he wanted to do was relax in his room. But the strange smell had him on alert. It wasn’t an offensive smell. It was sweet and faint, but wasn’t something he should smell from his own room. He drew his sword and cautiously opened the door.
He was still at high alert when he went inside. It certainly was a room that was tampered with, but not in a way that one would expect. There were several sticks of incense burning, along with candles on almost every flat surface. Whomever was responsible had a knack for atmosphere. And that certainly wasn’t the redhead he was glad to have gotten away from. There was one person in this castle who was quite apt at setting up a situation if their mind was put to it. And that one person had just come from the shadows in a robe with a small bottle and a gentle smile.
Gwendal sighed, hung his head with a slightly furrowed brow and put away his sword. “Gunter, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Heika had expressed a deep worry about you after Anissina had taken you away. I thought this might alleviate your stress.” His voice and smile were both gentle and sincere. He set the mystery bottle on a table and came close to Gwendal.
“It’s nothing to be concerned about.” Gwendal sheathed his sword, but did step further into the room. He was inwardly pleased that the Maou would be concerned about him, and even more - Gunter going to such lengths for him. He was a little puzzled about his attire, but he knew better than to question Gunter’s motivations.
Gunter ignored his verbal protest and took him by the hand, pulling him further into the room, toward a chair he had isolated in the center of the room. “Nonsense. You need some time to relax, and since you won’t take time away from work, there are ways to encourage more relaxation in a shorter amount of time. Please, sit. Ah! But first, let me take your jacket.”
Gwendal started to unbutton his coat, but his hands were pushed away by Gunter’s. Gunter’s long, slender fingers handled the buttons effortlessly and Gwendal’s intense blue eyes met with smiling lavender ones as his coat was removed from his shoulders. The coat was gently draped over a separate chair and Gunter returned to repeat the process with Gwendal’s shirt. Gwendal’s hands went up to stop Gunter’s in protest, but they were pushed aside once more.
“Gwendal, it’s best if you don’t fight. I’m here to relax you.”
“You’re causing more stress.” In his head he snapped back, but it came out a lot more quiet and calm. Though, the only reason it was causing stress was because he was allowing it.
“Nonsense,” he still had that smile in his voice, though Gwendal did take notice at how smooth it sounded. “Please, sit.”
Gwendal sat as ordered in the isolated chair. Gunter had also draped his shirt carefully over a chair and picked up the small bottle he had previously been carrying. He eyed Gunter cautiously, and just finally gave up and sat still. Though he wasn’t really about to relax. He couldn’t be off his guard with Gunter.
Gunter had removed the lid from the bottle and poured a slightly inspissated fluid into his palm. It was fragrant with a bit of citrus and spice. He rubbed his hands together and moved behind Gwendal. His hands started at his shoulder blades and moved up towards his shoulders. His thumbs pushed into muscle firmly, yet with a gentleness. Gunter knew he could only do so much with him in this chair since the back of it was in the way, but he knew he wouldn’t be trusted if he told him to lie in the bed.
Gunter knew what he was doing, Gwendal thought. Though his fingers were slender, his hands were indeed strong and he was surprisingly good at knowing just where his muscles were tight. Although, with how tense he was, there was a little bit of pain - nothing that he couldn’t ignore, of course. But it still didn’t mean when it hurt he couldn’t grunt a little.
Gwendal’s grunts were pleasing to Gunter’s ears. He knew he was doing it right by the sound of it. He’d get Gwendal’s shoulders a little less tight and then move on to his next plan to relieve Gwendal’s stress!
Gwendal was starting to feel a lot looser and felt a lot of his tension being rubbed away by Gunter’s hands. He was surprised, but he regretted his earlier protests. Though that still didn’t explain a few other things. Like, why was Gunter dressed as he was? And was the mood lighting necessary? It was weirding him out. Though the incense was pretty relaxing. He might have to use it on his own later.
Hands moved down arms, rubbing firmly, though Gunter wondered just how much he could possibly loosen. He was a virtual brick wall. It was taking some time, but he could feel improvement with each rub into his skin. He’d done well with his shoulders and arms, but this chair was preventing him full access to the broad back.
“Gwendal, if it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, could you please lie on the bed? I’d like to ensure your back is given proper attention.” Gunter stood silently behind him, hoping for a favorable answer.
To the bed? Really? Was this Gunter’s plan all along? He had to be out of his mind if he was going to let him do such things. Yet, somehow he found himself moving across the room and shoving his face into a pillow. “This good?” What was he doing..
Gunter was surprised at the cooperative nature, but it was very welcomed. “Perfect.” He knelt on the bed beside him and moved his hands over his lower back. He could finally see Gwendal relaxing and now was the time to press forward.
Gwendal didn’t have any complaints about Gunter’s massaging skills. He was the (adoptive) father of a healer, so he probably learned something along the way. He hated to admit it, but it did feel rather good. Aside from tending to any injuries he’d gotten, no one really payed this much attention to his body. It felt nice. It didn’t bother him too much that Gunter was sitting on his legs to work on his lumbar area.
“Gwendal, I hate to inconvenience you, but would it be a burden to have you roll over?” He kept his voice soft and low as he still rubbed deeply into Gwendal’s lower back.
Suspicious, this Gunter was. But it seemed like he just wanted to give a proper massage. Though the way his muscles and, by extension, himself, felt, he really didn’t care too much how suspicious his actions might be. He groaned some sort of reply that agreed and waited for Gunter to move before he did.
Gunter hid his excited smile from Gwendal and composed himself a little longer. With Gwendal on his back, he straddled his thighs and pressed into his shoulders, working his way down each arm and hands. He moved off Gwendal, whom he saw was resting easy with his eyes closed. He didn’t bother to hide his smile now.
Gwendal heard the buckle of a belt and realized it was his. He sat up with a start as Gunter had already unfastened the buttons. “Gunter, what in Shinou’s name are you doing?”
A heavy sigh pressed through Gunter’s lips. “I’m going to massage your legs. The fabric will chafe and the oil will stain it.” Which was true, but there was a little more to it.
“Do as you please.” He didn’t sound too happy, but he resigned to his position flat on his back.
As he pleased? Perfect! He was rather confident Gwendal wouldn’t regret those words. As he sat across Gwendal’s stomach to rub his thighs, he was ever curious to see if the larger man was embarrassed at how exposed he nearly was.
Gunter’s hands were tremendously gentle and strong. Gwendal was letting himself relax a little too much, however. With such skilled hands moving between his thighs, he realized he was now in a rather difficult predicament - and Gunter was sitting in the most awful positions. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. It would be rather rude after all this to stop him abruptly, but he couldn’t let him continue either. “Um, Gunter, could you...”
“Could I? Of course.” Gunter moved off of Gwendal. Gwendal’s growing erection was quite obvious and he assumed he wanted him to stop, but he was, after all, told to do as he pleased. Instead of vacating the bed as Gwendal’s original intention, he simply turned and knelt beside him. His hands were still on his legs - but instead of offering a firm massage, his fingers barely touched the skin and moved up and over the thin green fabric that remained.
Gwendal started to thank Gunter for stopping and for all he had done, but he was cut off after the “Tha-” by fingers that moved to where he hadn’t ever expected them to be. His voice was immediately silenced and his breath hitched. He leaned up on his elbows and had an expression marred with confusion, panic, and a hint of desire. “Gunter, what are you-”
He put a finger to Gwendal’s lips to silence him. “You told me to do as I pleased. And I shall.”
Gwendal was going to argue even more, but the gentle fingers that moved back and forth were starting to push a little more and all he could do was clench his eyes closed and just let him do what he was going to do. He wasn’t ignorant of Gunter’s good looks. He’d noticed them and even fantasized about him doing similar things from time to time, but the fact a man that spouted chastity and purity was actually in his room, on his bed and now pulling the strings at each hip rendering him fully exposed. There was no hiding it now. Gwendal resigned to Gunter’s whims.
No sooner had Gunter had strings untied that he noticed a surge in Gwendal’s compliance. It seemed there was no need to keep it under cover and he pushed his legs apart enough to kneel between them.
He never expected Gunter’s warm, moist lips to feel so good. He opened one eye to see the silver mane slowly bobbing between his legs. It was more than he could have fantasized about. There was an obvious sense of inexperience, but it wasn’t bad, and it was clear that Gunter was determined to do things perfectly - as he always set out to do things perfectly.
Gunter was indeed inexperienced. He’d done all the research he could, which wasn’t a lot in writing. He’d swallowed a lot of pride and gone to a rather shady area of the nearest village and paid for actual services when he’d only spent the evening in discussion with great embarrassment. He was obsessed with the king, but knew it was impossible. He wasn’t as young anymore and though he strictly believed in waiting for such things until marriage, he was starting to doubt he would ever marry. He spent a lot of time with Gwendal, and though he was a little grouchy, he was well aware of how he truly was and had grown fond of him. If he was going to challenge his morals, he definitely wanted it be Gwendal. And if he had to awkwardly embarrass himself, then that’s what he was going to do. It just took a bit of Cheri’s shampoo and a strong incense to loosen his inhibitions a bit. And, he was surprisingly not hating this at all. There were a few moments where he tried to take too much and coughed, but if he used his mouth in conjunction with his hand, it wasn’t too unbearable.
Gwendal reached forward with one arm and used the other to support himself. His fingers slipped into the silver strands and gripped them loosely. He didn’t want to pull them too hard, but he did push him down to be taken deeper from time to time.
As much as Gunter was starting to get into a rhythm, he was painfully obvious of his own urges. He’d often ignored them. Even in private he resisted. He only intended on using his mouth to pleasure Gwendal tonight, but he was rapidly reconsidering. There was some unknown reason he’d stripped down himself to wear only a robe, and he suspected unknown forces were encouraging him to proceed.
Much to Gwendal’s chagrin, Gunter pulled off of him and he pulled his hand out of Gunter’s hair. His groaned in disappointment, as he probably wouldn’t really be much longer if he continued on. But the sudden stop wasn’t making him happy. “Don’t stop, Gunter.”
Gunter wasn’t stopping, but he was going to continue in a different manner. He put his hands on Gwendal’s face and placed a knee on either side of the other. He was nervous, but he wasn’t in a position to back away.
Gwendal wasn’t happy that he stopped, but when he moved and repositioned, he forgot he was disappointed and was looking forward to what the slender mazoku had in store. He had his assumptions and he knew what he wanted to do to him, but there was no need to push. Something good was bound to happen. Both men were too proud to let things go unfinished.
No amount of awkward conversations could have prepared Gunter for the mix of discomfort and pleasure easing himself onto Gwendal would have ever prepared him for. He cried out slightly and pressed his fingers into Gwendal’s shoulders as he sat still for a moment, adjusting to all that was new.
Gwendal fed on Gunter’s small cry to offer a grunt of his own. When Gunter slowly began to move, he wanted nothing more than to touch him, but only managed to push the robe off one of his slender shoulders before he needed both arms to support himself. He was fabulously tight and had no other recourse but to let Gunter take the lead.
He didn’t move fast, but what started out as sporadic, was evening to a gentle pace. His hips rocked more and more evenly and he kept one arm on Gwendal. He used the other to pull the tie on his robe, letting it fall open, and grazed his fingers over Gwendal’s cheek before he leaned in to kiss him.
Gunter’s lips against his let him feel the nervousness the older man was obviously trying to hide. Not to mention, the kiss caused his movements to pause. He appreciated his efforts and while he wouldn’t mind getting his lips all over the pale skin, he would much rather have his focus on the immediate task at hand.
Gunter didn’t need words to know Gwendal wasn’t happy with his hiccups and kept his focus on rolling his hips and trying to keep pace. Ultimately, his pace evened and increased in speed. The moans and grunts between both of them were signalling mutual approval of Gunter’s movements. It wasn’t terribly long before Gunter was filled with Gwendal’s approval - only to shower the other with his own.
Gunter offered a shy smile before averting his gaze. Gwendal hadn’t felt so relaxed in years and wasn’t about to let the other feel guilty about anything. He had accomplished his mission and probably triggered a deep desire to try and relax more often. He let himself fall back onto the bed and reached up to pull Gunter down with him. There was no better way to relax than to spend the rest of the night with the man that provided such a wonderful service.
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Characters: Gwendal x Gunter
Rating: M
Wordcount: 2689
Prompt/notes: massage
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM or their characters.
Gwendal could smell a strange odor coming from his room. He’d just managed to end a rough day of diplomatic issues with a bit of Anissina-prescribed torture. All he wanted to do was relax in his room. But the strange smell had him on alert. It wasn’t an offensive smell. It was sweet and faint, but wasn’t something he should smell from his own room. He drew his sword and cautiously opened the door.
He was still at high alert when he went inside. It certainly was a room that was tampered with, but not in a way that one would expect. There were several sticks of incense burning, along with candles on almost every flat surface. Whomever was responsible had a knack for atmosphere. And that certainly wasn’t the redhead he was glad to have gotten away from. There was one person in this castle who was quite apt at setting up a situation if their mind was put to it. And that one person had just come from the shadows in a robe with a small bottle and a gentle smile.
Gwendal sighed, hung his head with a slightly furrowed brow and put away his sword. “Gunter, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Heika had expressed a deep worry about you after Anissina had taken you away. I thought this might alleviate your stress.” His voice and smile were both gentle and sincere. He set the mystery bottle on a table and came close to Gwendal.
“It’s nothing to be concerned about.” Gwendal sheathed his sword, but did step further into the room. He was inwardly pleased that the Maou would be concerned about him, and even more - Gunter going to such lengths for him. He was a little puzzled about his attire, but he knew better than to question Gunter’s motivations.
Gunter ignored his verbal protest and took him by the hand, pulling him further into the room, toward a chair he had isolated in the center of the room. “Nonsense. You need some time to relax, and since you won’t take time away from work, there are ways to encourage more relaxation in a shorter amount of time. Please, sit. Ah! But first, let me take your jacket.”
Gwendal started to unbutton his coat, but his hands were pushed away by Gunter’s. Gunter’s long, slender fingers handled the buttons effortlessly and Gwendal’s intense blue eyes met with smiling lavender ones as his coat was removed from his shoulders. The coat was gently draped over a separate chair and Gunter returned to repeat the process with Gwendal’s shirt. Gwendal’s hands went up to stop Gunter’s in protest, but they were pushed aside once more.
“Gwendal, it’s best if you don’t fight. I’m here to relax you.”
“You’re causing more stress.” In his head he snapped back, but it came out a lot more quiet and calm. Though, the only reason it was causing stress was because he was allowing it.
“Nonsense,” he still had that smile in his voice, though Gwendal did take notice at how smooth it sounded. “Please, sit.”
Gwendal sat as ordered in the isolated chair. Gunter had also draped his shirt carefully over a chair and picked up the small bottle he had previously been carrying. He eyed Gunter cautiously, and just finally gave up and sat still. Though he wasn’t really about to relax. He couldn’t be off his guard with Gunter.
Gunter had removed the lid from the bottle and poured a slightly inspissated fluid into his palm. It was fragrant with a bit of citrus and spice. He rubbed his hands together and moved behind Gwendal. His hands started at his shoulder blades and moved up towards his shoulders. His thumbs pushed into muscle firmly, yet with a gentleness. Gunter knew he could only do so much with him in this chair since the back of it was in the way, but he knew he wouldn’t be trusted if he told him to lie in the bed.
Gunter knew what he was doing, Gwendal thought. Though his fingers were slender, his hands were indeed strong and he was surprisingly good at knowing just where his muscles were tight. Although, with how tense he was, there was a little bit of pain - nothing that he couldn’t ignore, of course. But it still didn’t mean when it hurt he couldn’t grunt a little.
Gwendal’s grunts were pleasing to Gunter’s ears. He knew he was doing it right by the sound of it. He’d get Gwendal’s shoulders a little less tight and then move on to his next plan to relieve Gwendal’s stress!
Gwendal was starting to feel a lot looser and felt a lot of his tension being rubbed away by Gunter’s hands. He was surprised, but he regretted his earlier protests. Though that still didn’t explain a few other things. Like, why was Gunter dressed as he was? And was the mood lighting necessary? It was weirding him out. Though the incense was pretty relaxing. He might have to use it on his own later.
Hands moved down arms, rubbing firmly, though Gunter wondered just how much he could possibly loosen. He was a virtual brick wall. It was taking some time, but he could feel improvement with each rub into his skin. He’d done well with his shoulders and arms, but this chair was preventing him full access to the broad back.
“Gwendal, if it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, could you please lie on the bed? I’d like to ensure your back is given proper attention.” Gunter stood silently behind him, hoping for a favorable answer.
To the bed? Really? Was this Gunter’s plan all along? He had to be out of his mind if he was going to let him do such things. Yet, somehow he found himself moving across the room and shoving his face into a pillow. “This good?” What was he doing..
Gunter was surprised at the cooperative nature, but it was very welcomed. “Perfect.” He knelt on the bed beside him and moved his hands over his lower back. He could finally see Gwendal relaxing and now was the time to press forward.
Gwendal didn’t have any complaints about Gunter’s massaging skills. He was the (adoptive) father of a healer, so he probably learned something along the way. He hated to admit it, but it did feel rather good. Aside from tending to any injuries he’d gotten, no one really payed this much attention to his body. It felt nice. It didn’t bother him too much that Gunter was sitting on his legs to work on his lumbar area.
“Gwendal, I hate to inconvenience you, but would it be a burden to have you roll over?” He kept his voice soft and low as he still rubbed deeply into Gwendal’s lower back.
Suspicious, this Gunter was. But it seemed like he just wanted to give a proper massage. Though the way his muscles and, by extension, himself, felt, he really didn’t care too much how suspicious his actions might be. He groaned some sort of reply that agreed and waited for Gunter to move before he did.
Gunter hid his excited smile from Gwendal and composed himself a little longer. With Gwendal on his back, he straddled his thighs and pressed into his shoulders, working his way down each arm and hands. He moved off Gwendal, whom he saw was resting easy with his eyes closed. He didn’t bother to hide his smile now.
Gwendal heard the buckle of a belt and realized it was his. He sat up with a start as Gunter had already unfastened the buttons. “Gunter, what in Shinou’s name are you doing?”
A heavy sigh pressed through Gunter’s lips. “I’m going to massage your legs. The fabric will chafe and the oil will stain it.” Which was true, but there was a little more to it.
“Do as you please.” He didn’t sound too happy, but he resigned to his position flat on his back.
As he pleased? Perfect! He was rather confident Gwendal wouldn’t regret those words. As he sat across Gwendal’s stomach to rub his thighs, he was ever curious to see if the larger man was embarrassed at how exposed he nearly was.
Gunter’s hands were tremendously gentle and strong. Gwendal was letting himself relax a little too much, however. With such skilled hands moving between his thighs, he realized he was now in a rather difficult predicament - and Gunter was sitting in the most awful positions. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. It would be rather rude after all this to stop him abruptly, but he couldn’t let him continue either. “Um, Gunter, could you...”
“Could I? Of course.” Gunter moved off of Gwendal. Gwendal’s growing erection was quite obvious and he assumed he wanted him to stop, but he was, after all, told to do as he pleased. Instead of vacating the bed as Gwendal’s original intention, he simply turned and knelt beside him. His hands were still on his legs - but instead of offering a firm massage, his fingers barely touched the skin and moved up and over the thin green fabric that remained.
Gwendal started to thank Gunter for stopping and for all he had done, but he was cut off after the “Tha-” by fingers that moved to where he hadn’t ever expected them to be. His voice was immediately silenced and his breath hitched. He leaned up on his elbows and had an expression marred with confusion, panic, and a hint of desire. “Gunter, what are you-”
He put a finger to Gwendal’s lips to silence him. “You told me to do as I pleased. And I shall.”
Gwendal was going to argue even more, but the gentle fingers that moved back and forth were starting to push a little more and all he could do was clench his eyes closed and just let him do what he was going to do. He wasn’t ignorant of Gunter’s good looks. He’d noticed them and even fantasized about him doing similar things from time to time, but the fact a man that spouted chastity and purity was actually in his room, on his bed and now pulling the strings at each hip rendering him fully exposed. There was no hiding it now. Gwendal resigned to Gunter’s whims.
No sooner had Gunter had strings untied that he noticed a surge in Gwendal’s compliance. It seemed there was no need to keep it under cover and he pushed his legs apart enough to kneel between them.
He never expected Gunter’s warm, moist lips to feel so good. He opened one eye to see the silver mane slowly bobbing between his legs. It was more than he could have fantasized about. There was an obvious sense of inexperience, but it wasn’t bad, and it was clear that Gunter was determined to do things perfectly - as he always set out to do things perfectly.
Gunter was indeed inexperienced. He’d done all the research he could, which wasn’t a lot in writing. He’d swallowed a lot of pride and gone to a rather shady area of the nearest village and paid for actual services when he’d only spent the evening in discussion with great embarrassment. He was obsessed with the king, but knew it was impossible. He wasn’t as young anymore and though he strictly believed in waiting for such things until marriage, he was starting to doubt he would ever marry. He spent a lot of time with Gwendal, and though he was a little grouchy, he was well aware of how he truly was and had grown fond of him. If he was going to challenge his morals, he definitely wanted it be Gwendal. And if he had to awkwardly embarrass himself, then that’s what he was going to do. It just took a bit of Cheri’s shampoo and a strong incense to loosen his inhibitions a bit. And, he was surprisingly not hating this at all. There were a few moments where he tried to take too much and coughed, but if he used his mouth in conjunction with his hand, it wasn’t too unbearable.
Gwendal reached forward with one arm and used the other to support himself. His fingers slipped into the silver strands and gripped them loosely. He didn’t want to pull them too hard, but he did push him down to be taken deeper from time to time.
As much as Gunter was starting to get into a rhythm, he was painfully obvious of his own urges. He’d often ignored them. Even in private he resisted. He only intended on using his mouth to pleasure Gwendal tonight, but he was rapidly reconsidering. There was some unknown reason he’d stripped down himself to wear only a robe, and he suspected unknown forces were encouraging him to proceed.
Much to Gwendal’s chagrin, Gunter pulled off of him and he pulled his hand out of Gunter’s hair. His groaned in disappointment, as he probably wouldn’t really be much longer if he continued on. But the sudden stop wasn’t making him happy. “Don’t stop, Gunter.”
Gunter wasn’t stopping, but he was going to continue in a different manner. He put his hands on Gwendal’s face and placed a knee on either side of the other. He was nervous, but he wasn’t in a position to back away.
Gwendal wasn’t happy that he stopped, but when he moved and repositioned, he forgot he was disappointed and was looking forward to what the slender mazoku had in store. He had his assumptions and he knew what he wanted to do to him, but there was no need to push. Something good was bound to happen. Both men were too proud to let things go unfinished.
No amount of awkward conversations could have prepared Gunter for the mix of discomfort and pleasure easing himself onto Gwendal would have ever prepared him for. He cried out slightly and pressed his fingers into Gwendal’s shoulders as he sat still for a moment, adjusting to all that was new.
Gwendal fed on Gunter’s small cry to offer a grunt of his own. When Gunter slowly began to move, he wanted nothing more than to touch him, but only managed to push the robe off one of his slender shoulders before he needed both arms to support himself. He was fabulously tight and had no other recourse but to let Gunter take the lead.
He didn’t move fast, but what started out as sporadic, was evening to a gentle pace. His hips rocked more and more evenly and he kept one arm on Gwendal. He used the other to pull the tie on his robe, letting it fall open, and grazed his fingers over Gwendal’s cheek before he leaned in to kiss him.
Gunter’s lips against his let him feel the nervousness the older man was obviously trying to hide. Not to mention, the kiss caused his movements to pause. He appreciated his efforts and while he wouldn’t mind getting his lips all over the pale skin, he would much rather have his focus on the immediate task at hand.
Gunter didn’t need words to know Gwendal wasn’t happy with his hiccups and kept his focus on rolling his hips and trying to keep pace. Ultimately, his pace evened and increased in speed. The moans and grunts between both of them were signalling mutual approval of Gunter’s movements. It wasn’t terribly long before Gunter was filled with Gwendal’s approval - only to shower the other with his own.
Gunter offered a shy smile before averting his gaze. Gwendal hadn’t felt so relaxed in years and wasn’t about to let the other feel guilty about anything. He had accomplished his mission and probably triggered a deep desire to try and relax more often. He let himself fall back onto the bed and reached up to pull Gunter down with him. There was no better way to relax than to spend the rest of the night with the man that provided such a wonderful service.