FIC: Retribution
Title: Retribution
Authors: haldoor & kitty_trio
Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom
Rated: Adult
Word Count: 2669
Beta: siluria, thank you hon for the short-notice squiz. All remaining errors solely our own.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story may look and sound like certain well-known actors, but they're not. They are solely characters in a work of fiction, hence the genre known as fan-fiction. It comes from our imaginations, nowhere else.
Summary: Karl retaliates for a bit of naughtiness loosely based on this: Under the Table.
A/N: Set during the 'Awards Season', this isn't exactly a Holiday-themed fic for the lotr_step_kids Twelve Days of Christmas (that, we'll *koffs* doubly cover in a few days*winks*). It is set during the right time of year, so that works, yes?
As always, this is all haldoor's fault. Shortly after she wrote the wee lozateazer prompted fic, in need of something porny she poked me. Orli's dastardly deed still in the back of my mind, it was nearing my lunch hour and I wasn't yet braindead from work, soo I lobbed back the start of this little romp.
And, thanks especially go out to lozateazer. You started the porny bunny lobbing, so it is your fault! *snogs*
"So you like taking my cock deep down your throat? Shh, don't turn around," Karl purred through the curtain separating him from Orlando. "Enjoyed draining me while in a restaurant full of patrons, eh?"
Karl slid his hand down the back of Orlando's trousers, smiling to himself about Orli's habit of wearing them loose and low-slung. Unerringly, his fingers trailed between firm globes until one tip pressed against the tight pucker. "Keep smiling for the cameras; they'll never know I'm here." Karl pressed within the tight space that unfurled and welcomed him in.
"Smile prettily for the people while you imagine this is more than one slim digit filling you, fucking you, touching your very core."
When a breathy gasp escaped Orlando, Karl removed his hand completely. "Don't stay out too late at the Awards party, or I might have to find someone else to impale with the cock you love so much."
~//~
"You bastard!" Orlando growled lowly as soon as he opened the door to the hotel room. "You knew I'd make a fool of myself if I moved. Christ, you're just lucky I didn't spin around and show you off for the pervert you are. Asshole!"
Of course it was his own asshole that had been desperate for more than just the finger all night, and his cock that had stayed half-hard since Karl's finger had wormed its way inside him so semi-publicly. It hadn't been easy sticking it out tonight as long as he had, and he'd been desperate to get away. It wouldn't have been like this if Karl hadn't touched him like that.
And Karl hadn't had to do his duty like Orlando had. His arrogant, desire-filled smirk now they were in the same room again just made Orlando want to get his own back. If that meant war, then so be it.
He unzipped the dark trousers and let them drop, studying Karl's reaction. The Kiwi was sprawled inelegantly over the couch of the room as sexily as only he could do with such aplomb. Karl's eyes lit up and his smile grew, but he didn't move.
"See anything you like?" Orlando asked with a sly look up from under long lashes as he toed off his boots and removing his trousers the rest of the way. He didn't bother taking off anything else, and didn't move any closer.
Karl's lusty look grew confident and he beckoned Orlando with a crooked finger as he spoke, the deep and sexy tones hitting Orlando right in the balls. "You. This time I want to fuck you properly."
"Fuck off, wanker," Orlando scowled and stalked right past him, a half-smile he hoped Karl didn't see on his face as he disappeared. Karl's expression had been worth it.
In the bedroom, Orlando stripped off the shirt and necklace and dropped them on a chair before continuing to the bathroom. He'd fucking show Karl Wanker Urban who could have a good time without him. Under the spray, he leaned against the wall, and then wrapped a soapy hand around his rigid cock. He groaned lowly as he started stroking, determined to get off quickly. Fuck Karl!
"Nuh-uh," Unmindful of his clothing, Karl crowded into the shower enclosure, batting Orlando's hand from his cock. He took the spray nozzle and rinsed the suds from the red and throbbing cock before him. "This; you; are mine." Dropping to his knees, he sent a wicked look up, then swallowed Orlando whole. Orli hoped he had the presence of mind to hang on, because it was like Karl planned to drain his very soul.
"Jesus..." was all Orlando managed as he was engulfed. His head hit the shower wall and he gasped at the pain, then promptly forgot about it as Karl began moving on him.
Unable to breathe deeply enough to say anything, he grabbed two handfuls of Karl's hair in damp hands and thrust hard into the heated cavern of Karl's wet mouth. Christ! No wonder he didn't need to wank very often any more.
So much for war; it had changed into something completely different now, and it wasn't going to take long to see the outcome.
Keeping Orlando off balance was a role Karl loved and he took great pride in doing it over and over in the most erotic ways. The joy for life that infused every cell of Orlando's being mixed with an unconscious-to Orli-sex appeal that Karl felt privileged to bask in. Taking Orlando's death grip from his head, Karl stood, smirk firmly in place as he licked his lips.
"Now, I'm definitely ready to fuck you properly."
Smirk growing at Orlando's sated expression, Karl pulled him from the shower and through to the bedroom. A light push had Orlando sprawling across the bed while Karl yanked off his sodden shirt and trousers.
"Fuck..." was all Orlando managed before letting out a slight whimper. He was too shaky to fight anything, and the bed surely felt good under him. He would be happy to just go to sleep, which was probably as good a form of revenge in the end, he smiled to himself as his eyes began to close. Shifting about on the bed and pulling at the sheet, Orlando wasted no time in snuggling his face into the pillow, uncaring of his naked ass so nicely presented to the man behind him.
Chuckling at the way Orlando was burrowing into the bedding, Karl crawled atop him.
"That's not going to work, love." Small licks and nibbles landed on the smooth skin of Orlando's neck and shoulders. "You know I can work my way down your body this way, and then open you in the most depraved way."
His erection cradled by the firm curves of Orlando's ass, Karl rocked his hips until Orli squirmed, and then Karl rolled away. "But I'm also perfectly capable of taking matters into my own hands." Purposely not looking over, Karl reached for the lube conveniently placed on the nightstand and popped the lid. Idly tossing the bottle away after pouring a sizable amount into his palm, Karl hissed as he stroked the cool substance over his heated length.
Karl's heat and the touches of his mouth against Orlando's skin were enough to rouse him from the slumber he wanted to give in to. Delicious shivers wracked him at the thought of exactly what Karl meant by 'depraved'. The feeling of his hot cock against Orlando's crack stirred him further, and he whimpered when the body moved away.
"You bloody-well would too," Orlando muttered, rolling to watch what Karl was doing. Fuck! He was one of the sexiest men Orlando had ever been with, and to see him touch himself like that... Orlando knew he couldn't resist. It had always been useless to try.
Shifting closer, Orlando licked his lips as he gave Karl a look that said, 'You knew you had me from the moment I walked in the door'. But all he said out loud was, "Asshole." He reached out a hand to meet Karl's on his firm flesh.
He watched as their joined hands slicked up the hot length, and then scrabbled nearer, straddling Karl's thighs and gazing down at the man under him as their hands kept moving. His own cock wasn't as soft as it had been a few moments ago either.
"You know you don't deserve me," he said, his words still a little petulant, "but I've been wanting this in me since your finger left. Probably don't even need prep, the way I feel. Let me take control? Or should I bend over?" he mused, studying the hardness he still stroked; albeit far too gently to get the guy off yet. Karl's hand had fallen away and his eyes were half-shut as he followed Orlando's movements. "I can't quite decide..."
Sliding his hands further out from his body, Karl's voice was rough with lust. "Do it. Climb on and take the ride of your life. Fill that ass we both want my cock buried in." Heat glittered in Karl's eyes as he watched Orlando through his lashes. "Use me, abuse me, you know you wanna," he offered huskily.
Although outwardly he remained calm, internally every cell screamed for Orlando to take charge and top from the bottom, so to speak. The little petulant tantrums were endearing, only because they revealed toppish tendencies. Tendencies Karl dearly loved to help Orlando explore and develop.
"Watch it, or I might just take more advantage than you're expecting," Orlando murmured, reaching for the discarded lube and kneeling up. Since he had Karl where he wanted him, Orlando wasn't about to disturb him. Slicking up his own fingers, he arched his back as he spread himself wider over Karl's thighs, one hand down on the bed to support himself as he pushed two of his own fingers up his ass.
Groaning, he manipulated them and slowly worked himself open. All the while, he gazed down at Karl with a smirk as the man's eyes followed his actions. Yes! It was worth all the teasing and torturing to be with him.
Deciding he'd had enough of his own fingers, Orlando pulled them out and shifted again, grasping the thick cock in front of him and guiding it towards his hole.
"Just… keep… still…" he managed breathily as he lowered himself slowly onto it. "Christ! That's… oh, God, that's good." Taking a deep breath as he adjusted to the intrusion, Orlando squeezed his muscles a little, wincing at the increased pain, and let his breath out with a whoosh as he relaxed them again.
"Gimme a minute…" he told Karl, stroking soft fingertips across Karl's belly.
Of course Orlando could be a bigger cock-tease than any female imaginable. Karl gritted his teeth, lips curving into some semblance of a smile... or maybe a grimace. His stomach muscles rippled in the effort not to react. Bloody hell, the heat of Orlando's body felt heavenly surrounding him, and yet the imp just sat there.
"If you fuckin' don't move in the next second, you're going to find yourself flipped to your back faster n' you can blink," Karl bit out in a low growl.
"Promises, promises," Orlando grunted, wiggling his hips just a little as he smiled down at the man under him. God, he was gorgeous. "Hold on then, 'cause we're gonna go for a ride, cowboy!"
Unable to stop the wide grin from spreading, Orlando began moving. Slowly at first, and then increasing the pace until he found one that made Karl groan needily, he rocked over him. His own cock was definitely hard again now, and he could feel the pleasure building deliciously inside him. Altering his angle a little, Orlando growled lowly when he felt the nudge against his sweet spot. "Fuck!"
He repeated the manoeuvre, slowing down enough to appreciate how good it felt, and then kept doing it, knowing Karl would be getting as much from it as he was. His head lolled back as he steadied himself with hands on the strong thighs behind him.
Karl chuckled until Orli's inner walls clamped down on him over and over. Unable to do otherwise, his hips began to roll in small steady movements. It was an effort to keep his eyes open, but watching Orlando give in to his lust was too beautiful to miss.
The slap of flesh on flesh mixed with grunts and groans from both of them filled the air until Karl began murmuring, "That's it; ride that hard cock. Ah fuck, your shudders when I touch your core. You want my come? You wanna feel me shoot off so hard you can taste it? Then you gotta come for me; milk every drop I have to give you."
Licking his lips in anticipation, Karl reached up and let Orlando's movements thrust his full and blood-red cock through his fist.
Fuck! No one could talk him into an orgasm quite like Karl, Orlando thought vaguely as he kept up his movements. That Karl also happened to have started stroking his cock didn't exactly detract from the experience either, it had to be said.
Moving faster as his climax began to spiral upwards, Orlando reached forward with one hand, not even thinking what it was he was hoping to hold onto. His hand wavered uncertainly in mid-air as he gripped Karl's thigh tightly with the other hand and pushed himself downwards on the thick cock impaling him.
"Fuckingjesuschrist!" He gabbled as he felt the scrape past his prostate one last time and Karl's hand finished him off. Still rocking harshly, he knew Karl couldn't help but feel him clamping down hard around his cock.
The near-pain of Orli's body squeezing him tight helped Karl stave off coming right then. He grasped the hand flailing about, giving Orlando an anchor as his come spurted over Karl's fist and onto his belly. His strokes slowed but he didn't let go of the still firm cock in his hand, letting Orlando come down slowly from his orgasm.
"Look at me, love..." Karl panted, undulating his hips until Orli's eyes met his. Barely stroking with his one hand, the other held tight to Orlando's. Sliding his feet up to lay flat on the bed, Karl started thrusting upward. Slowly at first, then with increasing strength as his own orgasm started to build. "Feel all of that? Ready to feel me fill you completely?"
A shift of his hips and a particularly hard thrust scraped the tip of his cock over Orlando's sweet spot. The shudder of the beautiful man riding him so passionately pushed Karl over.
"Fuck!!"
"Oh fuck!" Orlando echoed as another burst of pleasure went through him. "Jesus, Karl..." he gasped and then promptly collapsed down onto the man under him, the dampness between them sticking them together.
Orlando wasn't sure he could move this time, although he had to shift... he still had Karl inside him and that wasn't going to be comfortable for long. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he pulled away until Karl's cock slid out, then planted himself face first on the sheets, still half on the other man. His lips met the sweaty skin of Karl's neck as he puffed out the breath he'd taken, and he offered it a soft kiss.
"If I'd known we'd end up having such a fucking hot time afterwards," he managed roughly, "I'd have sucked you off in public a long time ago."
A panting-breathless laugh rumbled from Karl as he strove to recover from the explosive orgasm. Hooking a leg over Orlando's, he slung an arm around him as well.
"Mate, you can suck me off any time if it gets your twitchy self this sated and boneless."
Uncaring that their hair was still damp from the shower, their bodies were sticky and slick with come and sweat, Karl tugged at the bedding to partially cover them.
"I'm not twitchy," Orlando retorted, lifting his head and giving Karl an evil stare. All he got back in return was an amused sparkle of the eyes and a smirk, so he sniffed and added for good measure, "Asshole. Next time I'll show you. You might find yourself getting fucked to within an inch of your life; maybe somewhere very public."
He shifted to turn off the light, then flopped back towards Karl and closed his eyes, slinging an arm across the broad chest and snuggling into his side. "Now... go'sleep and we'll see who..." He couldn't even manage the rest of the thought before his breathing evened out into sleep.
"Mm hmm," Karl purred, smirk firmly in place. He kissed the tousled mop of curls and gathered Orlando closer in his arms.
'It doesn’t matter who makes the next move, whether in public or not... as long as you end up here in my arms.' Karl finished the thought while relaxing as each even breath from Orlando puffed across his chest.
Authors: haldoor & kitty_trio
Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom
Rated: Adult
Word Count: 2669
Beta: siluria, thank you hon for the short-notice squiz. All remaining errors solely our own.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story may look and sound like certain well-known actors, but they're not. They are solely characters in a work of fiction, hence the genre known as fan-fiction. It comes from our imaginations, nowhere else.
Summary: Karl retaliates for a bit of naughtiness loosely based on this: Under the Table.
A/N: Set during the 'Awards Season', this isn't exactly a Holiday-themed fic for the lotr_step_kids Twelve Days of Christmas (that, we'll *koffs* doubly cover in a few days*winks*). It is set during the right time of year, so that works, yes?
As always, this is all haldoor's fault. Shortly after she wrote the wee lozateazer prompted fic, in need of something porny she poked me. Orli's dastardly deed still in the back of my mind, it was nearing my lunch hour and I wasn't yet braindead from work, soo I lobbed back the start of this little romp.
And, thanks especially go out to lozateazer. You started the porny bunny lobbing, so it is your fault! *snogs*
"So you like taking my cock deep down your throat? Shh, don't turn around," Karl purred through the curtain separating him from Orlando. "Enjoyed draining me while in a restaurant full of patrons, eh?"
Karl slid his hand down the back of Orlando's trousers, smiling to himself about Orli's habit of wearing them loose and low-slung. Unerringly, his fingers trailed between firm globes until one tip pressed against the tight pucker. "Keep smiling for the cameras; they'll never know I'm here." Karl pressed within the tight space that unfurled and welcomed him in.
"Smile prettily for the people while you imagine this is more than one slim digit filling you, fucking you, touching your very core."
When a breathy gasp escaped Orlando, Karl removed his hand completely. "Don't stay out too late at the Awards party, or I might have to find someone else to impale with the cock you love so much."
~//~
"You bastard!" Orlando growled lowly as soon as he opened the door to the hotel room. "You knew I'd make a fool of myself if I moved. Christ, you're just lucky I didn't spin around and show you off for the pervert you are. Asshole!"
Of course it was his own asshole that had been desperate for more than just the finger all night, and his cock that had stayed half-hard since Karl's finger had wormed its way inside him so semi-publicly. It hadn't been easy sticking it out tonight as long as he had, and he'd been desperate to get away. It wouldn't have been like this if Karl hadn't touched him like that.
And Karl hadn't had to do his duty like Orlando had. His arrogant, desire-filled smirk now they were in the same room again just made Orlando want to get his own back. If that meant war, then so be it.
He unzipped the dark trousers and let them drop, studying Karl's reaction. The Kiwi was sprawled inelegantly over the couch of the room as sexily as only he could do with such aplomb. Karl's eyes lit up and his smile grew, but he didn't move.
"See anything you like?" Orlando asked with a sly look up from under long lashes as he toed off his boots and removing his trousers the rest of the way. He didn't bother taking off anything else, and didn't move any closer.
Karl's lusty look grew confident and he beckoned Orlando with a crooked finger as he spoke, the deep and sexy tones hitting Orlando right in the balls. "You. This time I want to fuck you properly."
"Fuck off, wanker," Orlando scowled and stalked right past him, a half-smile he hoped Karl didn't see on his face as he disappeared. Karl's expression had been worth it.
In the bedroom, Orlando stripped off the shirt and necklace and dropped them on a chair before continuing to the bathroom. He'd fucking show Karl Wanker Urban who could have a good time without him. Under the spray, he leaned against the wall, and then wrapped a soapy hand around his rigid cock. He groaned lowly as he started stroking, determined to get off quickly. Fuck Karl!
"Nuh-uh," Unmindful of his clothing, Karl crowded into the shower enclosure, batting Orlando's hand from his cock. He took the spray nozzle and rinsed the suds from the red and throbbing cock before him. "This; you; are mine." Dropping to his knees, he sent a wicked look up, then swallowed Orlando whole. Orli hoped he had the presence of mind to hang on, because it was like Karl planned to drain his very soul.
"Jesus..." was all Orlando managed as he was engulfed. His head hit the shower wall and he gasped at the pain, then promptly forgot about it as Karl began moving on him.
Unable to breathe deeply enough to say anything, he grabbed two handfuls of Karl's hair in damp hands and thrust hard into the heated cavern of Karl's wet mouth. Christ! No wonder he didn't need to wank very often any more.
So much for war; it had changed into something completely different now, and it wasn't going to take long to see the outcome.
Keeping Orlando off balance was a role Karl loved and he took great pride in doing it over and over in the most erotic ways. The joy for life that infused every cell of Orlando's being mixed with an unconscious-to Orli-sex appeal that Karl felt privileged to bask in. Taking Orlando's death grip from his head, Karl stood, smirk firmly in place as he licked his lips.
"Now, I'm definitely ready to fuck you properly."
Smirk growing at Orlando's sated expression, Karl pulled him from the shower and through to the bedroom. A light push had Orlando sprawling across the bed while Karl yanked off his sodden shirt and trousers.
"Fuck..." was all Orlando managed before letting out a slight whimper. He was too shaky to fight anything, and the bed surely felt good under him. He would be happy to just go to sleep, which was probably as good a form of revenge in the end, he smiled to himself as his eyes began to close. Shifting about on the bed and pulling at the sheet, Orlando wasted no time in snuggling his face into the pillow, uncaring of his naked ass so nicely presented to the man behind him.
Chuckling at the way Orlando was burrowing into the bedding, Karl crawled atop him.
"That's not going to work, love." Small licks and nibbles landed on the smooth skin of Orlando's neck and shoulders. "You know I can work my way down your body this way, and then open you in the most depraved way."
His erection cradled by the firm curves of Orlando's ass, Karl rocked his hips until Orli squirmed, and then Karl rolled away. "But I'm also perfectly capable of taking matters into my own hands." Purposely not looking over, Karl reached for the lube conveniently placed on the nightstand and popped the lid. Idly tossing the bottle away after pouring a sizable amount into his palm, Karl hissed as he stroked the cool substance over his heated length.
Karl's heat and the touches of his mouth against Orlando's skin were enough to rouse him from the slumber he wanted to give in to. Delicious shivers wracked him at the thought of exactly what Karl meant by 'depraved'. The feeling of his hot cock against Orlando's crack stirred him further, and he whimpered when the body moved away.
"You bloody-well would too," Orlando muttered, rolling to watch what Karl was doing. Fuck! He was one of the sexiest men Orlando had ever been with, and to see him touch himself like that... Orlando knew he couldn't resist. It had always been useless to try.
Shifting closer, Orlando licked his lips as he gave Karl a look that said, 'You knew you had me from the moment I walked in the door'. But all he said out loud was, "Asshole." He reached out a hand to meet Karl's on his firm flesh.
He watched as their joined hands slicked up the hot length, and then scrabbled nearer, straddling Karl's thighs and gazing down at the man under him as their hands kept moving. His own cock wasn't as soft as it had been a few moments ago either.
"You know you don't deserve me," he said, his words still a little petulant, "but I've been wanting this in me since your finger left. Probably don't even need prep, the way I feel. Let me take control? Or should I bend over?" he mused, studying the hardness he still stroked; albeit far too gently to get the guy off yet. Karl's hand had fallen away and his eyes were half-shut as he followed Orlando's movements. "I can't quite decide..."
Sliding his hands further out from his body, Karl's voice was rough with lust. "Do it. Climb on and take the ride of your life. Fill that ass we both want my cock buried in." Heat glittered in Karl's eyes as he watched Orlando through his lashes. "Use me, abuse me, you know you wanna," he offered huskily.
Although outwardly he remained calm, internally every cell screamed for Orlando to take charge and top from the bottom, so to speak. The little petulant tantrums were endearing, only because they revealed toppish tendencies. Tendencies Karl dearly loved to help Orlando explore and develop.
"Watch it, or I might just take more advantage than you're expecting," Orlando murmured, reaching for the discarded lube and kneeling up. Since he had Karl where he wanted him, Orlando wasn't about to disturb him. Slicking up his own fingers, he arched his back as he spread himself wider over Karl's thighs, one hand down on the bed to support himself as he pushed two of his own fingers up his ass.
Groaning, he manipulated them and slowly worked himself open. All the while, he gazed down at Karl with a smirk as the man's eyes followed his actions. Yes! It was worth all the teasing and torturing to be with him.
Deciding he'd had enough of his own fingers, Orlando pulled them out and shifted again, grasping the thick cock in front of him and guiding it towards his hole.
"Just… keep… still…" he managed breathily as he lowered himself slowly onto it. "Christ! That's… oh, God, that's good." Taking a deep breath as he adjusted to the intrusion, Orlando squeezed his muscles a little, wincing at the increased pain, and let his breath out with a whoosh as he relaxed them again.
"Gimme a minute…" he told Karl, stroking soft fingertips across Karl's belly.
Of course Orlando could be a bigger cock-tease than any female imaginable. Karl gritted his teeth, lips curving into some semblance of a smile... or maybe a grimace. His stomach muscles rippled in the effort not to react. Bloody hell, the heat of Orlando's body felt heavenly surrounding him, and yet the imp just sat there.
"If you fuckin' don't move in the next second, you're going to find yourself flipped to your back faster n' you can blink," Karl bit out in a low growl.
"Promises, promises," Orlando grunted, wiggling his hips just a little as he smiled down at the man under him. God, he was gorgeous. "Hold on then, 'cause we're gonna go for a ride, cowboy!"
Unable to stop the wide grin from spreading, Orlando began moving. Slowly at first, and then increasing the pace until he found one that made Karl groan needily, he rocked over him. His own cock was definitely hard again now, and he could feel the pleasure building deliciously inside him. Altering his angle a little, Orlando growled lowly when he felt the nudge against his sweet spot. "Fuck!"
He repeated the manoeuvre, slowing down enough to appreciate how good it felt, and then kept doing it, knowing Karl would be getting as much from it as he was. His head lolled back as he steadied himself with hands on the strong thighs behind him.
Karl chuckled until Orli's inner walls clamped down on him over and over. Unable to do otherwise, his hips began to roll in small steady movements. It was an effort to keep his eyes open, but watching Orlando give in to his lust was too beautiful to miss.
The slap of flesh on flesh mixed with grunts and groans from both of them filled the air until Karl began murmuring, "That's it; ride that hard cock. Ah fuck, your shudders when I touch your core. You want my come? You wanna feel me shoot off so hard you can taste it? Then you gotta come for me; milk every drop I have to give you."
Licking his lips in anticipation, Karl reached up and let Orlando's movements thrust his full and blood-red cock through his fist.
Fuck! No one could talk him into an orgasm quite like Karl, Orlando thought vaguely as he kept up his movements. That Karl also happened to have started stroking his cock didn't exactly detract from the experience either, it had to be said.
Moving faster as his climax began to spiral upwards, Orlando reached forward with one hand, not even thinking what it was he was hoping to hold onto. His hand wavered uncertainly in mid-air as he gripped Karl's thigh tightly with the other hand and pushed himself downwards on the thick cock impaling him.
"Fuckingjesuschrist!" He gabbled as he felt the scrape past his prostate one last time and Karl's hand finished him off. Still rocking harshly, he knew Karl couldn't help but feel him clamping down hard around his cock.
The near-pain of Orli's body squeezing him tight helped Karl stave off coming right then. He grasped the hand flailing about, giving Orlando an anchor as his come spurted over Karl's fist and onto his belly. His strokes slowed but he didn't let go of the still firm cock in his hand, letting Orlando come down slowly from his orgasm.
"Look at me, love..." Karl panted, undulating his hips until Orli's eyes met his. Barely stroking with his one hand, the other held tight to Orlando's. Sliding his feet up to lay flat on the bed, Karl started thrusting upward. Slowly at first, then with increasing strength as his own orgasm started to build. "Feel all of that? Ready to feel me fill you completely?"
A shift of his hips and a particularly hard thrust scraped the tip of his cock over Orlando's sweet spot. The shudder of the beautiful man riding him so passionately pushed Karl over.
"Fuck!!"
"Oh fuck!" Orlando echoed as another burst of pleasure went through him. "Jesus, Karl..." he gasped and then promptly collapsed down onto the man under him, the dampness between them sticking them together.
Orlando wasn't sure he could move this time, although he had to shift... he still had Karl inside him and that wasn't going to be comfortable for long. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he pulled away until Karl's cock slid out, then planted himself face first on the sheets, still half on the other man. His lips met the sweaty skin of Karl's neck as he puffed out the breath he'd taken, and he offered it a soft kiss.
"If I'd known we'd end up having such a fucking hot time afterwards," he managed roughly, "I'd have sucked you off in public a long time ago."
A panting-breathless laugh rumbled from Karl as he strove to recover from the explosive orgasm. Hooking a leg over Orlando's, he slung an arm around him as well.
"Mate, you can suck me off any time if it gets your twitchy self this sated and boneless."
Uncaring that their hair was still damp from the shower, their bodies were sticky and slick with come and sweat, Karl tugged at the bedding to partially cover them.
"I'm not twitchy," Orlando retorted, lifting his head and giving Karl an evil stare. All he got back in return was an amused sparkle of the eyes and a smirk, so he sniffed and added for good measure, "Asshole. Next time I'll show you. You might find yourself getting fucked to within an inch of your life; maybe somewhere very public."
He shifted to turn off the light, then flopped back towards Karl and closed his eyes, slinging an arm across the broad chest and snuggling into his side. "Now... go'sleep and we'll see who..." He couldn't even manage the rest of the thought before his breathing evened out into sleep.
"Mm hmm," Karl purred, smirk firmly in place. He kissed the tousled mop of curls and gathered Orlando closer in his arms.
'It doesn’t matter who makes the next move, whether in public or not... as long as you end up here in my arms.' Karl finished the thought while relaxing as each even breath from Orlando puffed across his chest.