I told you I was good at this

I know short but everything else i'm writing or rewriting is annoyingly long and as I tend to had write my stuff I'm too tired to attempt to type them up at the moment.

Title: I told you I was good at this


Gwendel knew this was heaven. It had to be.

This one moment. The movement, the pressure, the "Ughn".
Gwendel bit down on his lip trying, and he feared failing, to stop Gunter from knowing just how much he was enjoying the other man's attention. One thing about the usually flighty man was that once he'd decided to he could be very attentive.
The darkhaired man shifted his arm slightly to remind himself that he was not weaker just because he was practically lying face down on his desk having been out manuvered by the man. He was not at his mercy and could leave at any - "umm ahh" - he could, err, damn. Who was he kidding? Even if it was just to himself he could admit that Gunther was damn good at this. Good enough to stop the usually gruff man from ever wanting to leave through fear he may never get this amazing feeling back.

This was good. The feel of Gunter's flesh against his own, the usually hidden strength pushing and yet somehow gentle. Such a strange combination but this was Gunter and for all the mans apparent idiocentricities Gwendel knew he's never let anyone but him have Gwendel even half-willingly vunerable at their hands.
As Gwendle relaxed more in the other man's arms he noticed the slight pulsing which could only be Gunter pulse beating against him. Never outside of a more violent situation had Gwendel been so aware of anothers pulse and so took a moment to feel the slight push that was the others life before becoming distracted by Guter moving.
Now there was an occassional brush of Gunter's silvery hair as the man leaned over him.

Gunter leaned a little closer to hear to quite moans and gasps that reminded him he was right to talk Gwendel into doing this. Gunter just wished he'd been bold enough to pratically manhandle the stern General ten years ago when he'd first gained the courage to forward this suggestion.
Gunter pressed into the pliable flesh a little harder and was verbally encouraged to continue. At least that was he believe Gwendel meant when he'd stated "Gah uuuuuummm ahh yes"
"Gunter? ahh"
"Yes?"
"could you, ahh, err just change angle a little aah" Gunter was more that happy to comply. "Ahh ooh yes! There right there."
Gunter couldn't help but smile at the fact that his friend appeared to have finally forgotten that he was trying to stay stern and quiet.
"Ahhh Gunter. Harder" Gunter pushed harder putting more of his body into the motion.
"Yeah, oh god deeper harder please"
Gwendel gasped hard as the tension left his body compleatly and he felt Gunter move away. Gwendel rolled bonelessly onto his side to watch the man who had just become his god.
"I never knew you were so talented"
"I did inform you of this ten years ago" Gunter cheerfully reminded his now boneless friend.
"True. If I'd know you really were this good I'd have taken you up on the offer of stress relief a long time ago." Gwendel watched as Gunter turned to go. " Ahh, Gunter?" Gunter paused " Could we do this again?" It pricked Gwendel's pride but he didn't want to miss out on this.
Gunter turned to smile "of course. A good massage might keep you from having a heart attack for a couple more years and after all I am very good with my hands." With that the man left and gwendel briefly wandered at the last comment before deciding that it was probably an innocent choice of words. After all this is Gunter, with his obsession with the Maoh, his absentmindfullness and hysterics we are talking about.
"And apparently very talented hands" Gwendle added under his breath as he got down from the desk and surveyed the mess of papers he would have to clean up, sort, read and sign by the end of the day. Feeling his back tensing at the very thought Gwendel wandered if tonight would be too soon to visit his newly found stress relief.


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