The door to the room opened and Tim looked up from his notebook, finding himself struck helpless. He stood up, and his mouth dropped open in a gasp at the sight before him. Lars walked towards him, his steps calculatingly slow like a wolf's might be when it approaches it's prey. His legs were wrapped in black leather pants, so tight one could see his religion. And it was apparent that Lars was very, very religious.

He hadn't had time to recollect his composure before Lars was in front of him. His eyes travelled slowly over Tim's body, a small smirk creeping onto his lips as he met the other man's eyes. His hands slid to either side of Tim's shaved head and he kissed him harshly. Lars' tongue plundered Tim's mouth and his lips very nearly bruised the others as Tim found himself backed up against the cold wall.

Pulling away, Lars let his gaze roam over Tim's body possessively again. "Mine," he hissed, then grasped the front of Tim's tanktop and ripped it off of his lean, muscled torso. Tim gasped as calloused fingers brushed his erect nipples, sending subtle waves of pleasure across his nerves. Lars dipped his head, his tongue tracing the contours of Tim's collarbone before biting into the soft flesh of his neck as his hands moved slowly down his body.

Muffling a moan of desire against Lars' shoulder, Tim wrapped his own arms around the other man's back and pulled him close. Their hips collided, causing Lars to release the bite he still held on Tim's neck and groan pleasurably. He brought his hands up from where they were roaming over Tim to his shoulders and kissed him painfully again, Tim moaning into his mouth.

Pulling away from the kiss, he bit into Tim's lower lip hard enough to draw drops of blood. His eyes bore into the lust-filled azure ones staring back at him for a moment. Licking the blood off of his own lips, he grasped Tim's shoulders harshly and pushed him downwards.

"Suck it," Lars growled as Tim's knees hit the floor, and Tim found himself eager to comply. His hands worked shakily to undo the buckle of Lars' belt, then unbutton and unzip the leather. Once he had accomplished this he tugged on the rough material, bringing the pants down. Sliding his hands back up Lars' thighs, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around his cock, taking it into his mouth without even slight hesitation.

Lars inhaled sharply, leaning his head back and letting his eyes fall shut as Tim danced his tongue across the sensitive flesh. His hands remained on Tim's shoulders, more to steady himself than anything else as Tim's fingers wrapped around the back of his thighs. Tim worked his mouth over Lars' dick as if he was sucking on a popsicle, eliciting moans of pleasure from it's owner. As Lars felt himself nearing climax, he grasped one of the lower spikes of Tim's mohawk and pulled him away.

Tim reached up to wipe a bit of saliva from the corner of his mouth and looked at Lars with mixed confusion and expectation. The larger man pulled him up roughly, still holding onto his hair, then pressed a hand against his chest and shoved him backwards. Tim tripped backwards and sprawled over a matress laying on the floor, scurrying up it as Lars kicked his pants off. He dropped down and crawled up Tim's body, biting his inner thigh through material of his jeans. Those jeans were quickly shed once Lars reached Tim's hips, and his boxers soon followed.

Pausing momentarily, Lars leaned over his bandmate and sucked his lower lip into his mouth, his tongue lapping up any remaining blood and relishing the metallic taste of it. Tim's hands moved through Lars' hair, his movements jerky and desperate as he kissed him back with the same amount of greed. Lars's hands pushed Tim's legs apart, one coming to rest around his back, and he moved between them. He pressed his saliva-coated cock against ITm's opening and pushed inside of him, making Tim's mouth break away from his own as he screamed out an obscenity.

After only a bit of easing into it, Lars worked up a hard rhythm of fucking Tim. He dropped his head again, nipping and sucking at whatever flesh he could find of Tim's and it was all Tim could do to claw at his back. Random, disjointed noises of pleasure and pain fell from Tim's lips as his short nails were drug down Lars' soft flesh.

One of Lars' hands drifted to Tim's hip then found it's way around his erection, stroking it slowly in contrast to the fast pace he was plunging into his ass with. Tim's back arched at the double sensations and he threw his head against the matress, clenching his eyes together. His senses were clouded in the most glorious way possible and he bit his tongue, feeling himself reach the ledge of ecstacy before blissfully jumping off.

"Oh, holy fucking Mary mother of CHRIST!," he called out loudly, pulling Lars as close to him and as far into him as possible. Lars hissed and pushed even harder against Tim, biting down into his chest as he came as well. Every muscle in both of their bodies were tensed as he released himself inside of Tim, and Tim all over both of them. After a moment they both collapsed, their breathing coming equally hard as they relaxed.

Lars rolled off of Tim onto his back and he stared at the ceiling, regular feeling slowly replacing the haze of rapture that had overtaken him. Tim turned onto his side and curled up against Lars, resting his head against his chest. Lars draped an arm around his shoulders, their breath subsiding from gasps to soft inhalations and making the air still as it had been before Lars had entered the room, when Tim was alone writing.

Licking his lips, Tim pressed a kiss against Lars' neck and squirmed closer to him.

"Lars?"

Lars' eyes opened drowsily and he looked over at Tim. "Yeh?"

Tim grinned at him. "The pants look great."