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Title: Vati.
Author: Razzle
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Bill Kaulitz/David Jost.
Summary: Bill just needs the reassurance.
Warning: Daddy!kink. Abuse of position. Possibly underage, definite substantial age gap. Wrong on so many levels.
A/N: Betastic, moblo413 is so great she gives me shivers. This one’s for the marvellous some1elsesboy, who gave me the bunny.
Vati = Daddy.
Bill was so bouncy. Always so full of energy, he could easily annoy you but he was impossible to dislike. He bounced around all over the stage, bounced all over the band, bounced back off the stage and into everyone’s arms. He bounced into Jost’s arms and stayed there for a good ten seconds, before bouncing off elsewhere. Just long enough for Jost to tell him, “You did good,” before he was off again.
But he was sombre when he got back to the hotel. Sombre, if jittery, while he spent the customary twenty minutes waiting for the others to bed down before leaving his own room again.
He was careful when he knocked gently at Jost’s door, and careful when he pushed the unlocked door a few inches.
“Come in, Bill.” David said kindly. The room was mostly dark, one low-light reading lamp at the far side of the room providing the only illumination. David was sitting in the wide armchair next to it. He laid the book he had been reading down on the table beside him.
“Hi,” Bill said with a faintly shy smile. He turned and shut the door behind himself, locking it and putting the chain on for good measure. He took a few steps into the room, his hands knotted in front of him. “Did you mean it?” he asked quietly. “Did I really do well?”
David tipped his head at the boy.
“Bill,” he extended a hand toward Bill. “You did beautifully.”
A smile spread over Bill’s face, rapidly becoming a mad grin. He ran across the room, bare feet pattering on the thick carpet, and threw himself at Jost’s feet, dropping his head into David’s lap.
“I was so nervous, Vati” Bill complained, his eyes closed happily and Jost’s fingers stroking his hair. “I didn’t think it was going to go well at all and it was great! I had so much fun.”
“You were pretty cosy with Georg tonight,” Jost said. “I saw you being all cute with him on stage.”
Bill lifted his head to look at him. “You were pretty close.”
“I was just playing,” Bill said, pouting as hard as he could. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“It’s never does, Baby,” Jost said. “But I don’t like it.”
“Sorry, Vati,” Bill whimpered. Jost gave him a reassuring smile and Bill smiled again, letting his head fall back into David’s lap. The hand in his hair started to move smoothly again, soft, gentle, petting strokes. The pats curved around his head and he leaned into them. His cheek hit a familiar, anticipated firmness and his eyelashes fluttered. He liked making his Vati happy. He nuzzled the hardness and brought one hand down to stroke along the other side. “I don’t do this with anyone else.”
“You’re a good boy, Bill,” David said as French-manicured fingertips slid his fly down. “You’re a good boy.”
Bill showed just how good a boy he could be. Releasing Jost’s cock, he placed a couple of slow kisses to it before sucking it into his mouth. David’s stroke in Bill’s hair didn’t slow, but it became deeper, firmer, pushing Bill down as he petted him.
“Yes, Bill, that’s right,” David whispered. Bill grinned around his mouthful and tried to suck David deeper. Jost had been with them for a long time, and he was always Bill’s support. He loved his bandmates to death and he wouldn’t be without Tom for anything, but when he needed confirmation, when he needed to hear he was special from someone who wasn’t a screaming fangirl, Jost had always been there. And he knew Jost would never lie to him. If he had a bad performance, Jost would tell him. Jost wanted him to be good.
His nurturing nature had earned him the Vati name, albeit one that Bill was only permitted to use in private. And by permitted, he meant encouraged. His Vati had guided him through all his anxiety, teaching him how to touch another man, and how to respond when another man touched him.
When he did something right, there was praise. When he did things wrong, fond, careful correction. And always rewards.
“Stand up,” Jost said after a few minutes, wherein his jeans had migrated to his thighs. Bill was starting to suck him really deeply and was almost disappointed to stop.
“Did I do it wrong?”
Jost shook his head, smiling fondly.
“Lose the clothes,” he said, nodding toward Bill. Bill smiled. Vati wanted a show. He dipped his head and tried to focus on not blushing too hard as he unbuttoned his shirt with nervous fingers, letting it slide from his shoulders and fall in a cool white puddle on the floor.
He was pretty sure his Vati called him a good boy again, but it was mostly a mumble. Bill glanced up and caught David’s appreciative gaze. He was stroking himself slowly. Bill shivered, smiling nervously as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his pants. He had left his shoes in the other room. He had pretty much guessed he wouldn’t be doing laps.
He stood, naked, just inches in front of his Vati, whose eyes were dark with his hunger, and fought the urge to cross his arms over his chest.
“Vati?” he prompted carefully.
“You do it,” Jost said, nodding toward him. Bill nodded, blushing madly, and glanced to the side. He blushed further as he saw what was sitting behind Jost’s book. He couldn’t help but feel proud, that even with his faults, and even though he did badly, and even though he hugged other men, his Vati still wanted him. He reached out and set his fingers around the condom. He pulled it open with his teeth, his eyes on David, and slid it out of the packet.
David hissed with pleasure as Bill’s fingers slid down his length, rolling the condom onto him. Bill treated him to a couple more strokes while his other hand reached for the lubricant. He kept stroking while the silky fluid moved between his fingers. The sounds David made were supremely satisfying.
“Bill. Bill!” Jost said urgently. Bill looked up at him, pouting again and looking as appealing as he could manage. “That’s enough. Come here.”
Bill smiled. Now he could really show his Vati how hard he had been working. He could make his Vati so happy. He put his hands on the back of the chair and climbed up, wriggling his knees into the space either side of David’s. There wasn’t a lot of room, but it would be enough. He was flexible. He reached down behind himself and brought Jost’s cock to the edge of his body.
He bit his lip and fisted the back of the chair with the other hand as he sank down. His brow was tight, and it was taking all his self-control to sink, slowly, slowly, onto Jost’s cock. Once the head was inside, he was able to breathe again. He bit his lip again and let the length of Jost’s cock slide as far in as he could take.
“Oh God,” he whimpered, lifting his hand to squeeze David’s shoulder. He felt David’s lips pressing against his tilted-back neck.
“You’re such a good boy,” Jost whispered. “You always do so well. You always try so hard.”
“I do try,” Bill panted. “I try.” He began to rock, rolling his hips to bring as much pleasure as he could. “I want you to be proud of me.”
“I am so proud of you,” his Vati told him.
Bill smiled widely and he forwent his own comfort to ride Jost as hard as he could. With Jost’s hands on his hips, he pulled himself up and moved, just as he knew his Vati liked it.
“Is it good?” he asked, looking down on Jost.
“Perfect,” David replied. “You’re perfect. Vati loves his boy.”
Bill leaned forward in the chair, pressing his chest to Jost’s. It brought David’s mouth in sucking distance of his neck and David assaulted his skin with wide, wet kisses. Their bodies squashed against each other and movement was restricted but it was good enough for Jost.
“My Vati loves me?” he asked, with closed eyes and an indulgent smile.
“You know I do,” David replied, his arms effortlessly encircling Bill’s skinny back. “I love my beautiful, talented Bill.”
“Yes,” Bill whispered, and if it was response to the assertion or the sensation as Jost thrust upward into him was uncertain. “Oh, yes, Vati, yes.”
“My boy,” Jost replied. “Nobody will ever love him like I do.”
Bill smiled ecstatically.
Bill wanted to be the best he could be.
He wanted to be the perfect artist, singing the words of which Jost approved. He wanted to be the perfect midnight visitor, making David make the noises that he makes before he tells Bill just how wonderful he is.
He wanted to be the perfect boy.
He tried another angle, searching for the sounds of pleasure that would make his Vati happy. He was a good boy.
T’End.
Author: Razzle
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Bill Kaulitz/David Jost.
Summary: Bill just needs the reassurance.
Warning: Daddy!kink. Abuse of position. Possibly underage, definite substantial age gap. Wrong on so many levels.
A/N: Betastic, moblo413 is so great she gives me shivers. This one’s for the marvellous some1elsesboy, who gave me the bunny.
Vati = Daddy.
Bill was so bouncy. Always so full of energy, he could easily annoy you but he was impossible to dislike. He bounced around all over the stage, bounced all over the band, bounced back off the stage and into everyone’s arms. He bounced into Jost’s arms and stayed there for a good ten seconds, before bouncing off elsewhere. Just long enough for Jost to tell him, “You did good,” before he was off again.
But he was sombre when he got back to the hotel. Sombre, if jittery, while he spent the customary twenty minutes waiting for the others to bed down before leaving his own room again.
He was careful when he knocked gently at Jost’s door, and careful when he pushed the unlocked door a few inches.
“Come in, Bill.” David said kindly. The room was mostly dark, one low-light reading lamp at the far side of the room providing the only illumination. David was sitting in the wide armchair next to it. He laid the book he had been reading down on the table beside him.
“Hi,” Bill said with a faintly shy smile. He turned and shut the door behind himself, locking it and putting the chain on for good measure. He took a few steps into the room, his hands knotted in front of him. “Did you mean it?” he asked quietly. “Did I really do well?”
David tipped his head at the boy.
“Bill,” he extended a hand toward Bill. “You did beautifully.”
A smile spread over Bill’s face, rapidly becoming a mad grin. He ran across the room, bare feet pattering on the thick carpet, and threw himself at Jost’s feet, dropping his head into David’s lap.
“I was so nervous, Vati” Bill complained, his eyes closed happily and Jost’s fingers stroking his hair. “I didn’t think it was going to go well at all and it was great! I had so much fun.”
“You were pretty cosy with Georg tonight,” Jost said. “I saw you being all cute with him on stage.”
Bill lifted his head to look at him. “You were pretty close.”
“I was just playing,” Bill said, pouting as hard as he could. “It didn’t mean anything.”
“It’s never does, Baby,” Jost said. “But I don’t like it.”
“Sorry, Vati,” Bill whimpered. Jost gave him a reassuring smile and Bill smiled again, letting his head fall back into David’s lap. The hand in his hair started to move smoothly again, soft, gentle, petting strokes. The pats curved around his head and he leaned into them. His cheek hit a familiar, anticipated firmness and his eyelashes fluttered. He liked making his Vati happy. He nuzzled the hardness and brought one hand down to stroke along the other side. “I don’t do this with anyone else.”
“You’re a good boy, Bill,” David said as French-manicured fingertips slid his fly down. “You’re a good boy.”
Bill showed just how good a boy he could be. Releasing Jost’s cock, he placed a couple of slow kisses to it before sucking it into his mouth. David’s stroke in Bill’s hair didn’t slow, but it became deeper, firmer, pushing Bill down as he petted him.
“Yes, Bill, that’s right,” David whispered. Bill grinned around his mouthful and tried to suck David deeper. Jost had been with them for a long time, and he was always Bill’s support. He loved his bandmates to death and he wouldn’t be without Tom for anything, but when he needed confirmation, when he needed to hear he was special from someone who wasn’t a screaming fangirl, Jost had always been there. And he knew Jost would never lie to him. If he had a bad performance, Jost would tell him. Jost wanted him to be good.
His nurturing nature had earned him the Vati name, albeit one that Bill was only permitted to use in private. And by permitted, he meant encouraged. His Vati had guided him through all his anxiety, teaching him how to touch another man, and how to respond when another man touched him.
When he did something right, there was praise. When he did things wrong, fond, careful correction. And always rewards.
“Stand up,” Jost said after a few minutes, wherein his jeans had migrated to his thighs. Bill was starting to suck him really deeply and was almost disappointed to stop.
“Did I do it wrong?”
Jost shook his head, smiling fondly.
“Lose the clothes,” he said, nodding toward Bill. Bill smiled. Vati wanted a show. He dipped his head and tried to focus on not blushing too hard as he unbuttoned his shirt with nervous fingers, letting it slide from his shoulders and fall in a cool white puddle on the floor.
He was pretty sure his Vati called him a good boy again, but it was mostly a mumble. Bill glanced up and caught David’s appreciative gaze. He was stroking himself slowly. Bill shivered, smiling nervously as he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his pants. He had left his shoes in the other room. He had pretty much guessed he wouldn’t be doing laps.
He stood, naked, just inches in front of his Vati, whose eyes were dark with his hunger, and fought the urge to cross his arms over his chest.
“Vati?” he prompted carefully.
“You do it,” Jost said, nodding toward him. Bill nodded, blushing madly, and glanced to the side. He blushed further as he saw what was sitting behind Jost’s book. He couldn’t help but feel proud, that even with his faults, and even though he did badly, and even though he hugged other men, his Vati still wanted him. He reached out and set his fingers around the condom. He pulled it open with his teeth, his eyes on David, and slid it out of the packet.
David hissed with pleasure as Bill’s fingers slid down his length, rolling the condom onto him. Bill treated him to a couple more strokes while his other hand reached for the lubricant. He kept stroking while the silky fluid moved between his fingers. The sounds David made were supremely satisfying.
“Bill. Bill!” Jost said urgently. Bill looked up at him, pouting again and looking as appealing as he could manage. “That’s enough. Come here.”
Bill smiled. Now he could really show his Vati how hard he had been working. He could make his Vati so happy. He put his hands on the back of the chair and climbed up, wriggling his knees into the space either side of David’s. There wasn’t a lot of room, but it would be enough. He was flexible. He reached down behind himself and brought Jost’s cock to the edge of his body.
He bit his lip and fisted the back of the chair with the other hand as he sank down. His brow was tight, and it was taking all his self-control to sink, slowly, slowly, onto Jost’s cock. Once the head was inside, he was able to breathe again. He bit his lip again and let the length of Jost’s cock slide as far in as he could take.
“Oh God,” he whimpered, lifting his hand to squeeze David’s shoulder. He felt David’s lips pressing against his tilted-back neck.
“You’re such a good boy,” Jost whispered. “You always do so well. You always try so hard.”
“I do try,” Bill panted. “I try.” He began to rock, rolling his hips to bring as much pleasure as he could. “I want you to be proud of me.”
“I am so proud of you,” his Vati told him.
Bill smiled widely and he forwent his own comfort to ride Jost as hard as he could. With Jost’s hands on his hips, he pulled himself up and moved, just as he knew his Vati liked it.
“Is it good?” he asked, looking down on Jost.
“Perfect,” David replied. “You’re perfect. Vati loves his boy.”
Bill leaned forward in the chair, pressing his chest to Jost’s. It brought David’s mouth in sucking distance of his neck and David assaulted his skin with wide, wet kisses. Their bodies squashed against each other and movement was restricted but it was good enough for Jost.
“My Vati loves me?” he asked, with closed eyes and an indulgent smile.
“You know I do,” David replied, his arms effortlessly encircling Bill’s skinny back. “I love my beautiful, talented Bill.”
“Yes,” Bill whispered, and if it was response to the assertion or the sensation as Jost thrust upward into him was uncertain. “Oh, yes, Vati, yes.”
“My boy,” Jost replied. “Nobody will ever love him like I do.”
Bill smiled ecstatically.
Bill wanted to be the best he could be.
He wanted to be the perfect artist, singing the words of which Jost approved. He wanted to be the perfect midnight visitor, making David make the noises that he makes before he tells Bill just how wonderful he is.
He wanted to be the perfect boy.
He tried another angle, searching for the sounds of pleasure that would make his Vati happy. He was a good boy.
T’End.