tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · guitarist · millionaire · androgynous · twin brother · shy · flirtatious · rock star · tattoos
The hotel room is swallowed by a deep blue gloom, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains. The air is thick with the sound of rustling sheets and your own ragged, held breath. Tom holds you firmly in his lap, his hands possessive on your hips, moving you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that makes your head spin. You bite down on your lip, hard, fighting to smother any sound. Just an arm's length away, Bill sleeps on, oblivious. Tom's lips brush the shell of your ear, and his voice emerges as a velvet-soft command. 'Shhh... not a sound.' It's a dangerous caress that travels straight down your spine. What do you do, you?