Yup, at it again! (Actually, wasn't expecting it...)
Yet another OOC encounter between eomer_of_rohan and karl_urban. NC-17, so what else is new? Hey, it's been AGES. :)
Eomer: *I'm confused. This is where Karl is, I know it, but it's not his house. It's small, and dark, and I immediately trip over what feels like a suitcase. Ack.*
Karl: *raking a hand over bleary eyes as i stumble down the hallway of my rented place, shivering a bit...fucking forgot to turn the heat up *again* & it's colder than a witches tits and...fuck...shadow...survival instinct kicking in & i silently grab the cricket bat by the door as i pad on bare feet into the living room*
Eomer: *I regain my balance and some common sense, standing still until my eyes adjust. A small amount of moonlight is filtering through a gap in curtains at the other side of the room -- carefully, I make my way over and draw them open. The moon is familiar, at least.*
Karl: *rapid blinking as the moonlight filters in from the window & it takes me a second to adjust...and when i make out your (somewhat) blurry form, i lower the bat, laughing nervously* the fuck, mate? i almost brained you.
Eomer: *I whip around, staring from the bat to you and back again* I didn't hear you. You're getting good at that. Where is this?
Karl: berlin. *setting the bat against the wall* germany. i'm filming. fuck, you're a sight. *stepping forward, arms wrapped tight around your waist as i rest my head on your shoulder & breathe in a familiar, never-forgotten scent*
Eomer: *I return the hug willingly, short-cropped beard scratchy-soft against your cheek and ear* The same. How long has it been and what's Germany?
Karl: entirely too long. *not moving, content to stay here wrapped in warmth & strong arms, thin t-shirt scraping against the rough linen of your shirt as i settle in closer* germany's a country. i'm making a movie right now.
Eomer: Oh? Another one about Arda? *I eye your hair critically* This is new...
Karl: what's that? *peeking up at you* oh, yeah, the hair. *nuzzling your jaw with the top of my head* it's for the role. another book, not one based on your world.
Eomer: Oh... *absently kneading your lower back* Is this a bad time for me to visit?
Karl: no, it's a lovely time. *snuggles closer, hands worming under your shirt, for emphasis* how the fuck did you find me, bra? not that i mind...better than a furnace.
Eomer: I'm going to fall over if you keep shoving like that... *I work around until I can fall ass-first onto the sofa, dragging you with* I find you personally, not your home.
Karl: *practically crawling on your lap as i place tiny, teasing kisses across your chin, lips abrading stubble* glad you were bored enough to look.
Eomer: *I blink, raking my fingers through your aforementioned hair* Missed me? Or lonely in general? *enjoying the kisses, shifting uncomfortably*
Karl: missed *you*, wanker. *affectionate cuff on your shoulder as i lean in for a quick kiss, tongue darting out to moisten your lips* honestly, for a king, your self-respect is for dick. *smiles, running calloused hands down your arms* so, what brings you to my doorstep?
Eomer: *indignantly* It has nothing to do with self-respect. I just don't like to assume. You have a complicated life. *roughly catches one of those teasing half-kisses and claims a more satisfying one* I hadn't seen you for a while. And I haven't been human for a while. It just seemed like good timing.
Karl: *opens mouth, shuts it & shakes head* i don't wanna know. *grabbing a fistful of hair (kinda missed that being done to me) and dragging your head back so i can plunder your mouth properly with lips & tongue, rediscovering your dark taste, darker moans*
Eomer: *low soft sigh, falling back into this without the slightest hesitation...my hands slide down to cup and seize your rear, pulling you close*
Karl: *knees hugging your thighs as i take the hint & shift closer, groins & chests & abs rubbing in tantalizing friction as i swallow your moan, teeth worrying your lower lips in a quick bite before sliding my tongue over/under/around yours again...fuck, but i've missed the way you kiss...*
Eomer: *I don't know anyone else who kisses so wholeheartedly, with teeth as well as lips and tongue, and I forgot how much that turns me on. I growl softly, dragging you more firmly into my lap so I can curve my hands into a very intimate place; I half-expect you to break this off and I want to get as much of you as I can before you do!*
Karl: *impatient, needy, tugging at your shirt with a muffled protest at stubborn fabric, and i whimpermoan into our next full-throttle kiss at the feel of your hands on me...been so fucking long since i've tasted you, felt you, and i find i'm greedy for all i can get*
Eomer: *You're not stopping me yet...maybe you're not going to...* Mmmmdon't like sofas. *I squirm out from under you and pull you up with me, locking my arms around you from behind so I can work your jeans loose while murmuring in your ear* Bedroom. Which way?
Karl: *my jeans are hastily kicked aside and i turn, stretching into your embrace, nipping at your ear* down the hall. *soft murmur, finally getting rid of that annoying shirt of yours & tugging you by your belt-loop down the darkened hallway*
Eomer: *I trail my free hand along the short hall, and a bit of moonlight to the left indicates our destination -- in a heartbeat I've knocked you flat across the bed, straddling your hips and nuzzling under your ear as I tug your shirt up*
Karl: *yeah, lovely, naked is good...naked means i can arch up, rub my chest against yours as i tilt my head back for greedy lips & tug clumsily at your breeches, trying to remember just how to get the damn things off* wearing too much... *okay, so it's more a breathless gasp than actual command, but, then, how do you expect coherency when your lips and...* ohgod... *your hands are, um...* christ...
Eomer: *I rediscover your most sensitive spots, just where to drag my nails to make your eyes roll back in your head -- I impatiently strip off my breeches and return to mauling your throat, pausing only to grunt/shudder softly in the curve of your shoulder as I grind against you, my bare stomach sliding over yours as I interlock our bodies just...so...*
Karl: *fucking hell, but you haven't forgotten a thing, have you... i drag my hands along a sweatslick back, arching up as bodies shift, rub, glide together in soulsweet friction & need, and my mouth on yours is now a ravenous thing as i close teeth over your lower lip, silently urging you to move with me*
Eomer: *sinking back into the kiss, barely breathing, eyes closing, my hair falling loose around your face and ears as I shift with you, moving deliberately over/against your body in slow deliberate thrusts as if I were already within you*
Karl: *tangling one fist in your hair, staring into clouded eyes, aware that my own reflect the same need & longing* if we're doing this, we're doing it properly. *my hips lift on your next slow grind, telling you more effectively than any words what it is i want...and what i know you want*
Eomer: If? No "if," not now... *I dip one shoulder to catch you behind the knee, my hand stroking the back of your thigh and down and between, fingers teasing as I reacquaint myself with your body, forcing myself to take my time, though I'm painfully hard and nearly blind with need for you right the hell now*
Karl: then do it. *i stare up at you in challenge, defiance mixed with desire, and lift my hips completely off the bed, blindly reaching for any part of you i can reach, molding my lips to yours in another plea*
Eomer: Just like this? *But even as I ask, I'm moving to raise your other knee. Caution be damned -- I spit into my hand with dark dilated eyes and a feral grin, giving my cock a quick wet stroke and then shifting to press against you, my fingers circling and curling and insistant* Ask me again...say it...
Karl: *unblinking, i stare up at you, wrapping my ankles around your waist* take me. *not so much an invitation as a coommand, punctuated by a hard press up, seeking more heat*
Eomer: *I grin a little at your imperious tone and waste no more time, hand sliding away to grip behind your knee as I push into you, hard and sure, filling you in one deep satisfying plunge and a deep hoarse moan as my eyes flutter shut*
Karl: *my hands reflexively spasm against your back as you fill me -- hot, hard, heavy weight bearing down, stretching, burning -- and i lift my head, seeking your lips, already rocking with every shift and movement you make*
Eomer: *It's a little difficult at first, but not for long -- fucking you is so natural, so second nature, that it's easy to lose myself in you completely. The warmth of you in my arms is almost as sensual as moving within you, slowly at first but then faster, curling to kiss you, breathlessly laughing and clumsy and rough, my mouth almost bruisingly intense as my thrusts jolt you to the heart*
Karl: *your laughter is infectious, and i smile even as your next thrust suprises me with its ferocity, its heat. truly, i've missed this, missed the slick fullness of you inside me, the strong arms cradling me, the supple, familiar back under my fingers as each thrust grinds your stomach along my aching cock, pushes against my prostate with each shift and rock of your hips*
Eomer: *I know your body language, the subliminal shiver and the pitch of your breath...I've found the right angle, and I plan to capitalize on this knowledge mercilessly* Hold on... *my voice is dark with promise as I slide my hand between us, cupping your cock against my stomach as I let myself loose entirely...no more kissing (I'd likely split your lip!) as I take you hard and deep at that perfect angle, soft panting groans rising rapidly to a wordless cry as I spill hot and hard within you*
Karl: *fuckohfuckohfuck...no, you haven't forgotten a fucking thing... i bite hard on your shoulder when i come, hot & sticky, over your fingers, shuddershivering as you collapse on top of me, familiar weight pressing me into the mattress. not that i give a good goddamn. i just want to lie here & try to remember how to breathe*
Eomer: *After a few (or many) lost moments I remember to roll aside, careful not to twist your shoulder or hip, giving you room to regain your breath as I seek my own -- with a dazed grin* So...you come to Germany often?
Karl: *breathless laugh as i roll over & plaster myself on top of you, seeking your warmth* i'll be here all month. you?
Eomer: I...could arrange to visit... *wrapping my arms around you, comfortable under your weight*
Karl: yeah? *pleased smile, pushing matted strands of hair from your forehead & placing a kiss to your brow*
Eomer: *contented purr, pausing only to spit out a loose blond lock or two* If you'll have me. Which, ah, you already have, so...oh Bema. What about...
Karl: *i place a finger to your lips to silence you, then brush mine over yours before dropping my head to your shoulder. i find & pull the blankets over us, seeking more insulation from the terrible wind & cold outside* don't. just enjoy now.
Eomer: Mmm. I like "now." I'm a huge fan of "just now." *I tangle my ankles amid yours and curl close, one arm serving as your pillow and the other draped over your waist under the blanket. Only now am I noticing the chill in the air* It's winter here, too. Not so different, really...
Karl: in zid, it's summer. *burrows as close as i can, eyes fluttering closed, happy & sated & well-fucked for the moment* hateithere...
Eomer: *deliberate murmur in your ear, palm ghosting along your ribs to clasp your hip* Not right now you don't.
Karl: *smiles, flexing against your hand* absolutely right, you are.
Eomer: *kiss on the forehead, shrugging the blankets a little higher* Tell me, how do you keep track of time here?
Karl: *points to the digital alarm clock beside the bed* why?
Eomer: Why? *I prop myself up on one elbow and brush my lips against your ear, saying softly but clearly in a voice that shoots sparks down your spine* Because in precisely one hour I'm going to wake you up and fuck you again.
Karl: *slow smile, trailing my fingers through the soft hairs on your chest* who's to say it won't be me fucking you this time?
Eomer: *I have to clamp my jaw hard for a moment to give away what I think of THAT tempting idea, but the shiver escapes regardless* Depends who wakes up first, I suppose...
Karl: you're on. *soft, teasing kiss before cuddling once more, head resting on the crook of your shoulder as i try to get a little bit of rest...i'm going to need it...*
Eomer: *I'm confused. This is where Karl is, I know it, but it's not his house. It's small, and dark, and I immediately trip over what feels like a suitcase. Ack.*
Karl: *raking a hand over bleary eyes as i stumble down the hallway of my rented place, shivering a bit...fucking forgot to turn the heat up *again* & it's colder than a witches tits and...fuck...shadow...survival instinct kicking in & i silently grab the cricket bat by the door as i pad on bare feet into the living room*
Eomer: *I regain my balance and some common sense, standing still until my eyes adjust. A small amount of moonlight is filtering through a gap in curtains at the other side of the room -- carefully, I make my way over and draw them open. The moon is familiar, at least.*
Karl: *rapid blinking as the moonlight filters in from the window & it takes me a second to adjust...and when i make out your (somewhat) blurry form, i lower the bat, laughing nervously* the fuck, mate? i almost brained you.
Eomer: *I whip around, staring from the bat to you and back again* I didn't hear you. You're getting good at that. Where is this?
Karl: berlin. *setting the bat against the wall* germany. i'm filming. fuck, you're a sight. *stepping forward, arms wrapped tight around your waist as i rest my head on your shoulder & breathe in a familiar, never-forgotten scent*
Eomer: *I return the hug willingly, short-cropped beard scratchy-soft against your cheek and ear* The same. How long has it been and what's Germany?
Karl: entirely too long. *not moving, content to stay here wrapped in warmth & strong arms, thin t-shirt scraping against the rough linen of your shirt as i settle in closer* germany's a country. i'm making a movie right now.
Eomer: Oh? Another one about Arda? *I eye your hair critically* This is new...
Karl: what's that? *peeking up at you* oh, yeah, the hair. *nuzzling your jaw with the top of my head* it's for the role. another book, not one based on your world.
Eomer: Oh... *absently kneading your lower back* Is this a bad time for me to visit?
Karl: no, it's a lovely time. *snuggles closer, hands worming under your shirt, for emphasis* how the fuck did you find me, bra? not that i mind...better than a furnace.
Eomer: I'm going to fall over if you keep shoving like that... *I work around until I can fall ass-first onto the sofa, dragging you with* I find you personally, not your home.
Karl: *practically crawling on your lap as i place tiny, teasing kisses across your chin, lips abrading stubble* glad you were bored enough to look.
Eomer: *I blink, raking my fingers through your aforementioned hair* Missed me? Or lonely in general? *enjoying the kisses, shifting uncomfortably*
Karl: missed *you*, wanker. *affectionate cuff on your shoulder as i lean in for a quick kiss, tongue darting out to moisten your lips* honestly, for a king, your self-respect is for dick. *smiles, running calloused hands down your arms* so, what brings you to my doorstep?
Eomer: *indignantly* It has nothing to do with self-respect. I just don't like to assume. You have a complicated life. *roughly catches one of those teasing half-kisses and claims a more satisfying one* I hadn't seen you for a while. And I haven't been human for a while. It just seemed like good timing.
Karl: *opens mouth, shuts it & shakes head* i don't wanna know. *grabbing a fistful of hair (kinda missed that being done to me) and dragging your head back so i can plunder your mouth properly with lips & tongue, rediscovering your dark taste, darker moans*
Eomer: *low soft sigh, falling back into this without the slightest hesitation...my hands slide down to cup and seize your rear, pulling you close*
Karl: *knees hugging your thighs as i take the hint & shift closer, groins & chests & abs rubbing in tantalizing friction as i swallow your moan, teeth worrying your lower lips in a quick bite before sliding my tongue over/under/around yours again...fuck, but i've missed the way you kiss...*
Eomer: *I don't know anyone else who kisses so wholeheartedly, with teeth as well as lips and tongue, and I forgot how much that turns me on. I growl softly, dragging you more firmly into my lap so I can curve my hands into a very intimate place; I half-expect you to break this off and I want to get as much of you as I can before you do!*
Karl: *impatient, needy, tugging at your shirt with a muffled protest at stubborn fabric, and i whimpermoan into our next full-throttle kiss at the feel of your hands on me...been so fucking long since i've tasted you, felt you, and i find i'm greedy for all i can get*
Eomer: *You're not stopping me yet...maybe you're not going to...* Mmmmdon't like sofas. *I squirm out from under you and pull you up with me, locking my arms around you from behind so I can work your jeans loose while murmuring in your ear* Bedroom. Which way?
Karl: *my jeans are hastily kicked aside and i turn, stretching into your embrace, nipping at your ear* down the hall. *soft murmur, finally getting rid of that annoying shirt of yours & tugging you by your belt-loop down the darkened hallway*
Eomer: *I trail my free hand along the short hall, and a bit of moonlight to the left indicates our destination -- in a heartbeat I've knocked you flat across the bed, straddling your hips and nuzzling under your ear as I tug your shirt up*
Karl: *yeah, lovely, naked is good...naked means i can arch up, rub my chest against yours as i tilt my head back for greedy lips & tug clumsily at your breeches, trying to remember just how to get the damn things off* wearing too much... *okay, so it's more a breathless gasp than actual command, but, then, how do you expect coherency when your lips and...* ohgod... *your hands are, um...* christ...
Eomer: *I rediscover your most sensitive spots, just where to drag my nails to make your eyes roll back in your head -- I impatiently strip off my breeches and return to mauling your throat, pausing only to grunt/shudder softly in the curve of your shoulder as I grind against you, my bare stomach sliding over yours as I interlock our bodies just...so...*
Karl: *fucking hell, but you haven't forgotten a thing, have you... i drag my hands along a sweatslick back, arching up as bodies shift, rub, glide together in soulsweet friction & need, and my mouth on yours is now a ravenous thing as i close teeth over your lower lip, silently urging you to move with me*
Eomer: *sinking back into the kiss, barely breathing, eyes closing, my hair falling loose around your face and ears as I shift with you, moving deliberately over/against your body in slow deliberate thrusts as if I were already within you*
Karl: *tangling one fist in your hair, staring into clouded eyes, aware that my own reflect the same need & longing* if we're doing this, we're doing it properly. *my hips lift on your next slow grind, telling you more effectively than any words what it is i want...and what i know you want*
Eomer: If? No "if," not now... *I dip one shoulder to catch you behind the knee, my hand stroking the back of your thigh and down and between, fingers teasing as I reacquaint myself with your body, forcing myself to take my time, though I'm painfully hard and nearly blind with need for you right the hell now*
Karl: then do it. *i stare up at you in challenge, defiance mixed with desire, and lift my hips completely off the bed, blindly reaching for any part of you i can reach, molding my lips to yours in another plea*
Eomer: Just like this? *But even as I ask, I'm moving to raise your other knee. Caution be damned -- I spit into my hand with dark dilated eyes and a feral grin, giving my cock a quick wet stroke and then shifting to press against you, my fingers circling and curling and insistant* Ask me again...say it...
Karl: *unblinking, i stare up at you, wrapping my ankles around your waist* take me. *not so much an invitation as a coommand, punctuated by a hard press up, seeking more heat*
Eomer: *I grin a little at your imperious tone and waste no more time, hand sliding away to grip behind your knee as I push into you, hard and sure, filling you in one deep satisfying plunge and a deep hoarse moan as my eyes flutter shut*
Karl: *my hands reflexively spasm against your back as you fill me -- hot, hard, heavy weight bearing down, stretching, burning -- and i lift my head, seeking your lips, already rocking with every shift and movement you make*
Eomer: *It's a little difficult at first, but not for long -- fucking you is so natural, so second nature, that it's easy to lose myself in you completely. The warmth of you in my arms is almost as sensual as moving within you, slowly at first but then faster, curling to kiss you, breathlessly laughing and clumsy and rough, my mouth almost bruisingly intense as my thrusts jolt you to the heart*
Karl: *your laughter is infectious, and i smile even as your next thrust suprises me with its ferocity, its heat. truly, i've missed this, missed the slick fullness of you inside me, the strong arms cradling me, the supple, familiar back under my fingers as each thrust grinds your stomach along my aching cock, pushes against my prostate with each shift and rock of your hips*
Eomer: *I know your body language, the subliminal shiver and the pitch of your breath...I've found the right angle, and I plan to capitalize on this knowledge mercilessly* Hold on... *my voice is dark with promise as I slide my hand between us, cupping your cock against my stomach as I let myself loose entirely...no more kissing (I'd likely split your lip!) as I take you hard and deep at that perfect angle, soft panting groans rising rapidly to a wordless cry as I spill hot and hard within you*
Karl: *fuckohfuckohfuck...no, you haven't forgotten a fucking thing... i bite hard on your shoulder when i come, hot & sticky, over your fingers, shuddershivering as you collapse on top of me, familiar weight pressing me into the mattress. not that i give a good goddamn. i just want to lie here & try to remember how to breathe*
Eomer: *After a few (or many) lost moments I remember to roll aside, careful not to twist your shoulder or hip, giving you room to regain your breath as I seek my own -- with a dazed grin* So...you come to Germany often?
Karl: *breathless laugh as i roll over & plaster myself on top of you, seeking your warmth* i'll be here all month. you?
Eomer: I...could arrange to visit... *wrapping my arms around you, comfortable under your weight*
Karl: yeah? *pleased smile, pushing matted strands of hair from your forehead & placing a kiss to your brow*
Eomer: *contented purr, pausing only to spit out a loose blond lock or two* If you'll have me. Which, ah, you already have, so...oh Bema. What about...
Karl: *i place a finger to your lips to silence you, then brush mine over yours before dropping my head to your shoulder. i find & pull the blankets over us, seeking more insulation from the terrible wind & cold outside* don't. just enjoy now.
Eomer: Mmm. I like "now." I'm a huge fan of "just now." *I tangle my ankles amid yours and curl close, one arm serving as your pillow and the other draped over your waist under the blanket. Only now am I noticing the chill in the air* It's winter here, too. Not so different, really...
Karl: in zid, it's summer. *burrows as close as i can, eyes fluttering closed, happy & sated & well-fucked for the moment* hateithere...
Eomer: *deliberate murmur in your ear, palm ghosting along your ribs to clasp your hip* Not right now you don't.
Karl: *smiles, flexing against your hand* absolutely right, you are.
Eomer: *kiss on the forehead, shrugging the blankets a little higher* Tell me, how do you keep track of time here?
Karl: *points to the digital alarm clock beside the bed* why?
Eomer: Why? *I prop myself up on one elbow and brush my lips against your ear, saying softly but clearly in a voice that shoots sparks down your spine* Because in precisely one hour I'm going to wake you up and fuck you again.
Karl: *slow smile, trailing my fingers through the soft hairs on your chest* who's to say it won't be me fucking you this time?
Eomer: *I have to clamp my jaw hard for a moment to give away what I think of THAT tempting idea, but the shiver escapes regardless* Depends who wakes up first, I suppose...
Karl: you're on. *soft, teasing kiss before cuddling once more, head resting on the crook of your shoulder as i try to get a little bit of rest...i'm going to need it...*