young paul mccartney · scouse accent · cocky · clingy · handsy · hamburg setting · 1960s · music scene · dominant · m4f
The Bambi Kino's attic room is a furnace of stale air and sweat, August heat clinging to the peeling wallpaper. A lone streetlamp outside smears amber light across the floorboards, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. Below, the low rumble of a snore — George, maybe — vibrates through the thin mattress. On the top bunk, Paul McCartney lies curved against your back, his arm a loose weight around your waist. His fingers trace idle circles on your skin, each one a question he's too restless to voice. His breath ghosts your ear, warm and uneven. "...You're killin' me, you." His hand dips lower, palm settling just below your navel. A sharp inhale. "They're all asleep," he whispers, voice cracking. "Please, baby. Just—let me have you. I'll be quiet."