Fic: Slash: Mate with Benefits 13/?
TITLE: Mate with Benefits 13/?
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: Slash
FEEDBACK: Yes, please
SUMMARY: A long time ago, Craig and Karl were young men. They first met on Shortland Street, and at the time, they had no idea what was happening to them. It was just Lust, right? Why then did it hurt so much?
DISCLAIMER: We don't own Craig Parker and Karl Urban and are not making any money from this fic. We don't claim this happened. We don't know Craig Parker or Karl Urban or their sexual preferences. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned. This is all fiction.
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lickable manips by rufferto
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Craig nudges and fidgets then finally settles down, content to be Karl's blanket for the moment. "You're so warm." He whispers. "Lonely here without you."
“Here now… home for good soon…” Karl murmurs his body relaxing now that Craig is in his arms where he belongs. He nuzzles his Kitten, rasping a couple days’ growth of beard against Craig’s sweet smelling neck.
Craig gives a little kittenish growl that he reserves just for Karl. He lifts his head up to gaze into his lover's eyes. "Not soon enough. I'm glad you came home."
Eyes twinkling, Karl grins in response to the growl. “Few more weeks love.” He groans and closes his eyes at the prospect of the long ride back. “Gotta leave early Monday they’re only covering for me until Tuesday. Fuck, I need a shower, or I’ll be asleep again soon.” He smirks and runs his hands over Craig’s back and arse, “And I’d rather love you over and over ‘til neither of us can move.”
"And you brought me a present!" Craig kisses Karl's neck. "You should take a bath. That'll help your poor arse." He rubs it gently. "So soon..." He pouts and sighs.
Karl laughs and smacks Craig’s arse. “Surprised you lasted this long with out opening it.” As his Kitten squirms more, he hugs him tight once again before letting him loose with another slap and nudge to edge of the bed. “Go on with yeh, I’ll just hop into the shower.” Karl’s muscles protest once again as he climbs slowly to his feet and pads down the hall, mind set on a reviving shower then fucking both their brains out.
Craig claps his hands excitedly and scrambles over to where he can open the bag. He squeals in delight when he sees the wrapping. He always loved getting presents of any kind because of the surprise factor. The fact that Karl hasn't seen the bathroom yet completely slips from his mind as he reads the note and squishes the stuffed kittens close to him.
Note reads: “Feisty blue-eyed kitties to celebrate six months of freedom. Love you my brave, strong Kitten, K”
He pushes the bathroom door open and stops frozen in shock. “What the fuck? It’s fucken PINK!” Karl shouts, eyes bouncing around the room. “Parker, what the hell have you done? People will see this! Fucking hell! It’s Fucken Pink!”
Craig's head shoots up. Uh-oh... Dad had warned them. He jumps to his feet and rushes to the bathroom. "It's not pink." He smiles. "It's rose with maroon and beige." He smiles brightly, holding his gift up, "I love them."
Karl turns his wide-eyed gaze to his beaming Kitten. “It’s fucken Pink, love. People will see this. How can I have anyone over to watch footie,” he waves a hand at the pink room, “with a fucken pink bathroom.” He finally winds down as Craig clutches the kittens tighter. “Oh fuck me love. I’m sorry.” He pulls Craig and all into his arms. Kissing the spiky hair he whispers “did you read the note? I mean it, love. I’m really proud of you.” He hooks a finger under Craig’s chin to bring the blue eyes up to his green ones. Dimples flash as he chuckles, “even if you re-did the bath in pink. Now come, show me everything you’ve done in the…” he mock shudders, “pink bathroom.”
"Well, Mum and I decided that since the bedroom is going to be changed around. She said it's because you're growing up and need more than superman sheets." He winks and hugs his lover tightly. "Here look." He opens up a cabinet to show all of the shower gels and hair things neatly arranged. Different soaps, even a bubble bath selection. There are also matching new towels. Under their feet is a nice fluffy bathmat. He shows how flowers have been painted on the tiles. "I did those with spray paint. Your dad thought it was a bit much, but I like daffodils." The sink doesn't drip anymore and there are a lot of extra lights on the mirror. Then he opens the shower curtain to reveal the new tub. "Mum said we'd both fit into it better." He grins.
Karl didn’t think he could get any more surprised as Craig showed off all the changes and bottles and jars and god knows what all. As Craig pulls back the curtain Karl is asking if there was room for his razor at least. “Fucken Hell! Love! It’s huge!” he gasps at the redesigned tub/shower. It would fit three or more people easily, and… “Fuck is that jets? And multiple shower heads?” He aligns Craig’s body to his, “Fuck me love, do you know how much fun we can get up to in here?”
Craig grins heartily and traces Karl's bottom lip with one of the kitty’s paws. "But of course." He turns on the water and laughs as it gushes out. "Look-it this..." He slides a compartment to the side and there is a place for drinks and food! His eyes sparkle with delight at his lover. "Your dad suggested that one."
“Finally, a voice of reason.” Karl quips as he tries to pull Craig closer, but the two large stuff animals are blocking his access to his lover’s naked flesh. “Put those things down so you can help me break this thing in.” He raises an eyebrow and leers, “or have you already been playing in here, eh? Gonna show me what you’ve gotten up to in this pleasure palace?” he asks while trying to grind their bodies together.
"Well... One time Mark and I..." He teases, dancing out of Karl's grip. "Let me go get some wine. You choose some bubble bath. There are ten kinds. I'm going to put these babies out of the way so they don't get wet. Kitties don't like water!" he scolds his lover.
Karl knows, he hopes, that Craig is teasing, but the mention of Ferguson still has his gut clench. “Ten kinds of bubbles?” Looking over the selection he frowns, “what, do the different colors mean something?”
"Smell them and select one you like!" Craig calls from the kitchen. He's busy putting together a tray of wine and some nibbling food because he knows Karl must be hungry. Ah, the sandwich he made last night but hasn't eaten will do. He cuts it into several small pieces and adds some grapes and cheese to the plate. With a smile he grins at the stuffed toys. "You two wait here." he tells them. "And be good boys." With that he makes his way back to the bathroom balancing the tray. "I like the mango and cinnamon."
Karl is steadily working his way through the bottles. Opening each one and sniffing the contents carefully, after a too big whiff of whatever was in the first one. He finds the orangey-brown one with Craig’s mango and cinnamon. Not too bad, but whatever was in the green one, smelled good too. “How much do I put in? A lot or a little?” he calls back opening both bottles and starting to tilt them over the filling tub.
"Just a capful." He tells Karl as he comes back into the bathroom and his eyes shoot up. "That's going to be an interesting combination." He laughs. He giggles and sets the tray down. "I'm sure your roommates think you're very manly though and won't be askin' about the odd cologne."
Spinning around, Karl almost trips on the thick rug. “What, not supposed to mix them?” His eyes light up at the snacks and his stomach growls loudly. “Then we’ll use your brown stuff, if I get most of that food.” Karl pours a tiny bit into the tub, and then stalks his lover.
"No, silly. They are already mixed." He gives a bit of a shriek and jumps back. "No! In the tub with you." He shakes his head. "Also... if you notice..." He grins and pulls a sliding door. "This will stop water from getting on the floor. Now, in you get. And I will give you a massage for your sore shoulders and you can tell me how the play is going."
Karl grins as he nabs some grapes and slowly slides under the fragrant bubbles. Stretching out his long legs with a sigh, he teases back, “You just want to get your hands on me.” He does move forward enough for Craig to climb in behind him.
Craig easily climbs behind Karl and leans back. He grins, pulls a bath pillow out from within a cupboard and sets the tray where they can reach it. He's already poured the wine glasses full. "I knew you'd like this tub, and yes I always want to get my hands on you." He thrills as the tub heats up and then he presses the jets.
Karl shifts to get full benefit from the jets. He leans back on Craig’s chest and closes his eyes groaning. “Ahhh, warm jets, food, wine and you, everything I need right here.” Running his hands up and down the legs alongside his, he turns his head up to gaze at his lover. “Thanks love, feels nice with you there, spoilin’ me again.”
Craig starts to wash Karl's hair gently, "You've been working hard." He says softly. "And you take care of me. And... Karl..." he sighs rinses the shampoo out. "This has been the best time of my life. You make me happy. I don't need fancy things, I just need you. This is not because I needed it, Mum wanted to do something with me so we thought a little redecoration. I should have asked you... I'm sorry."
Karl lays his head back again, “Shh love, Mum and Dad own the place, and we just make the mortgage payment.” His eyes crinkle as he grins, “And being a tenant of Mum’s, was her you had to please, not me.” He leans further to kiss Craig’s jaw. “You make me happy too, love. You’ve come along way, my brave fierce Kitten, and soon as I’m home to stay, we’ll make even better times, ‘k?”
"Every minute that I have with you is a good time." Craig slides his fingers down Karl’s chest lathering him and massaging. He gets to his lover's legs, knowing they are sore. "Stretch out, love." He coaxes. "I'm going to worry about you going back on the bike." He sighs. "You haven't had much sleep lately have you?"
Karl lifts his legs over Craig’s and moans as each one is lathered and massaged. “Can’t sleep without you.” he grumbles, “The fold-out’s too short, and all the fucking in the other rooms keeps me missing you more.”
"You could call me... but then we'd have a hell of a phone bill." Craig rubs around Karl's fingers, which must be aching from holding the bike handles. "Maybe you need something with my scent?" Craig admits, "I sleep with one of your shirts."
“Oh god love to hear your voice every night.” Karl sighs, “But if I had something of yours I’d be wantin’ to wank all night, and fuck, sleeping in the loungeroom in a flat full of guys… nah, can’t even think of it.”
Craig brings the wine glass to Karl's lips so he can drink and sips it himself. "Eat...” He orders the younger man. "Well, I will be thinking of you. All the time." He promises, then blushes a little, "Actually, Mum has slept here a couple of times because I was lonely for you. She could tell so she came over to keep me company."
Karl takes a big bite of the sandwich and grins broadly, “Yeah, that’s Mum for yeh. She just knows. But don’t let her get too settled in the spare room or we’ll never have the place to ourselves.” He takes another drink of the wine, dribbling some over one nipple, which pebbles instantly from the cold liquid.
Craig grins and purrs in Karl’s ear. "That's good, eat some more." He rubs his lover's stomach. "You are eating I hope?" He has an idea that he's going to send Karl some cookies next weekend. It's probably very strange to get cookies from your boyfriend, but at this point, all he can do is count the days until his lover is home for good.
Moaning at the purr rumbling in his ear and hands across on his skin, Karl wriggles against Craig. “Someone usually grabs some take-away, and Foster’s girlfriend often brings over some groceries.” He yawns as he finishes his meal and settles down with one of the wine glasses.
Craig's fingers run through Karl's hair fondly cream rinsing the locks. Normally his lover only uses shampoo, but when he is in control, Karl doesn't really have a choice. He tickles one of the edges of the younger man's earlobes and smiles. "When you come home, I'll make sure you eat right."
“Mmm, yea,” Karl purrs at the massaging and teasing fingers, “but not too much.” He again looks back at his blue-eyed Kitten, “I want a lover, not another mum.” He chuckles as he flexes his fingers on Craig’s thighs, “One of Mum is more than enough.”
Craig giggles. "I'm definitely not your Mum." His tongue licks at the wet drops left over his lover's ear. "Feeling better, love?" He asks, gazing into Karl's eyes. "I just worry, because... I do." He attacks the newly cleaned neck with his lips, feeling somewhat forceful. His eyes spark with a need to prove exactly how not like Karl's Mum he is.
Karl tightens his grip, shivers racing over his skin. Craig knows exactly what the nips and licks to his neck do. “Ahh love, yes…” he tilts his head as his green eyes glaze in awakening desire. “Fuck me, I love you like this, my fierce Kitten… ungh” he moans. A particularly hard nip shoots sensations straight to his filling cock.
Craig growls in answer, and takes the wine from Karl's hands. He dips his hand into the same small drawer and brings out another tube of lube in yet another nice little pouch. He sets it down and bites at one of Karl's ears, growling again. His hands slide down his lover's stomach to cup his erection just as he lifts his hips slightly so Karl can feel his own needy member.
Karl arches into Craig’s hands. “Oh god love, need you, need this… need more…” He rocks back and forth into the hands on his cock and against the hard body behind. “So good, you feel soo good.” He wants to reach back and reciprocate, but the flexing grip on Craig’s legs is all that’s keeping him grounded.
Craig's eyes sparkle as he coats his hand and dips into the water. This is going to make it a lot easier on Karl, he thinks. If this is...what Karl wants? He reigns in his insistent member and teases his lover's opening. "Yeah? Want this?" He asks, other hand still rubbing up and down Karl's and fondling his sac. His lips kiss and lick at his lover's neck urgently.
Carried away in the moment and the recent dreams, Karl answers automatically. “Yes love, so empty without you,” Until he feels the tip of Craig’s hard cock at his entrance. “No, wait…” His body tenses but still rocks into the fondling and stroking on his cock and balls.
Craig hears the word and stops immediately. He shifts Karl a little so that the younger man is actually resting more on his lap instead of against his cock. "Karl, look at me, Love. Please?" He stills his strokes just to get his lover's attention. He can't believe he'd gone as far as he did and his heart beats fast.
Karl shakes his head to clear his scattered thoughts. Feeling so lonely and empty without his love, he’s dreamt of Craig taking him, but always woke before anything happened. He twists to stare deeply into gentle blue eyes before lowering his mouth to the red lips to kiss Craig deeply. “Help me love,” he whispers as he trails long fingers over the angles of his lover’s face. “I want to, but…” the last murmured into Craig’s neck.
Craig sighs and let go of Karl's cock. "Not now, Karl. Not when you're exhausted. God I want to as well. But I want you fully coherent, and aware of what's happening. Does that make sense? When you come back and we've had a few days to relax with each other. Not like this. Not when you're vulnerable." He kisses his lover back, licking at his tongue. "I love you too much to do that to you. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
He also apparently doesn't realize what he just said.
Karl only hears the refusal, and feels strangely rejected. “Love, wanna feel you. Want to feel some of what it’s like when I make love to you.” He sighs against Craig’s lips, running his hand over the spiky dark hair.
"Oh Karl... I want to so much." Craig's voice catches as he stares into the depths of the sweet man's eyes. "What if..." He sighs and nuzzles the lips against his. "What if I just use my fingers, show you what's there, and show you what you do to me? I just don't want you to do something you might regret later."
Karl shakes his head as her murmurs back, “No, will never regret anything with you. Love you and trust you, Kitten.” He trails little kisses over Craig’s cheek to nose, eyes, and brow. “Here? Or do we need to get out of these wonderful jets before my Kitten turns into a prune?” His dimples flash as he teases.
Craig's heart melts as he gazes into Karl's eyes. "You love me?" He runs his hands down Karl's arms and nods softly. "We need to get out of this tub. Get you all comfortable. I want to do this right. I want you to feel good. Have you eaten enough?"
“Of course I do. You know that.” Karl responds as they climb from the tub. Face slightly scrunched as he wraps them both in pink towels. “Why else would I put up with a pink bathroom and you expanding on Mum’s collection of superhero sheets?” He adds playfully.
Craig sighs softly and wraps his arms around his lover. "I thought it was because of my cute ass." He winks and holds onto the towel around Karl's waist. He nips the younger man's nose and tugs him towards the bedroom. "I knew you'd like the bathtub."
“Mm, yea,” Karl growls, grabbing at Craig’s sashaying rear as they head down the hall. “Yer arse, the tub, that’s the only reason I put up with yeh.” he smirks then flops face first across the bed. Leering over his shoulder he wriggles his own rear, “Thought you wanted to molest me?” he jokes to keep his nervousness at bay.
Craig whips the towel off of Karl's waist and smacks his arse with it. "I'll get to it." He smiles and dims the lights. The elder man then turns on the stereo, "First I'm going to give you something to really dream about." He starts to remove his towel, pretending to strip.
Karl’s grin widens as he rolls to his side, “Yea baby, shake it.” He encourages his lover’s sexy hip swings.
Craig keeps the towel just so that it covers his arse and his cock, moving it around as he approaches the bed and growling playfully. He jumps up on the bed, causing it to creak slightly as he stares down at his lover. Then he pounces. "Gotcha!"
Karl pulls him down and runs his tongue lightly over his jaw to nibble on one lobe. “Frisky Kitten gonna pay for teasing his superhero,” he whisper-growls, liking this confident side of lover, but wanting to get on to this new territory they are exploring.
Craig grins and catches the tongue, "MINE." He growls, sucking on it, then on Karl's lips. He grinds his hips into Karl, practically shaking the bed with the force, and then he settles down and starts to kiss and lick his lover, starting with his face, ears and neck.
Karl groans as Craig continues to take charge. All misgivings fly in the face of just laying back and letting his body react. His cock is weeping copiously as his forceful lover grinds his own against it. “Fuck me love, you...” his voice trails off as his body writhes and shudders under Craig’s talented lips, teeth and tongue.
"I will." Craig grins and reaches for the lube. "Oh believe me, my still sort of innocent lover. I will." He winks. It's been a while since he -has- topped, but he knows how it's done. He kisses down Karl's neck to lick and suck his nipples. His slick hand now teases the puckered opening, yet it does not enter. "I've got something a little more...well. Let's just say this might shock you." He grins and indicates the label on the lube. Apparently something sweet tasting. Craig starts to lick down Karl's stomach, lingering in his bellybutton.
“Cinnamon flavored? Why would it need a taste?” Karl asks with a perplexed expression, as his stomach shifts and quivers at Craig’s ministrations.
Craig grins mysteriously as he tongues downward, pausing to lap in the hairs at the base of his lover's cock. "Bend your legs, luv." Craig whispers, breath hot against his lover's sac.
More groans escape as Craig’s mouth nears Karl’s cock. He shifts and opens his legs to allow his fierce Kitten better access. His stomach flutters with nerves, but his cock and balls just want that hot mouth to surround them in its wet heat. “Please love… need you…” Karl tries to lift into his teasing lover.
"Mmmm." Craig whispers, vibrating the sound near the base of his lover's cock as he begins to coat the opening. His tongue does not however find its way up the needy member, but rolls over one sac and then licks once at the newly coated spot. He wraps a hand around the thick shaft lovingly and braces himself with the other as he carefully slips his tongue within.
Distracted from the teasing to his cock and balls, and the finger playing at his entrance, Karl didn’t register the warming sensation of the lube. Once Craig starts swathing the area in earnest, Karl feels warmth spread through his nether region. “Love…?” is all he can gasp as Craig gently slides something wetter and warmer within. His hips surge from the bed and his cock through the firm grip, as the heat and pressure intensifies at the penetration. “Fucking hell love, what are you doin’?” He calls out unable to believe that is his lover’s tongue.
Craig doesn't withdraw, instead he slips it further inside and swirls it around knowing that it's not nearly so intrusive as a finger could be to a first time. His hand on his lover's cock rubs softly, but he knows that's not going to distract Karl from what's happening so he attempts to push him gently back down on the bed.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, tongue… arse… fucken in me arse… echoes in Karl’s head. Garbled noises escape his lips as Craig continues, his inner walls contracting and relaxing. He can feel pressure but no pain, his balls drawing tauter an intense orgasm building. Grabbing fists-full of the bedspread to try and garner some kind of control, his body undulating between the fist on his cock and the tongue -oh fuck- flicking and swirling deep inside.
Craig sweeps within, gliding over that nub, thoroughly intending to loosen Karl up before he actually enters him. An orgasm will take care of that. He knows that this was something Karl could never have imagined and is secretly pleased to be the first to teach him. He flicks his tongue in almost a vibrating motion over that spot, his fingers still pumping the needy member.
Karl hips clear the bed when something deep inside is grazed and electric shocks course through his body. “Fu… Fu… Ungh!” He roars as he shudders through a fast and hard climax. Too much, too much, the sensations flitting over and in his body are too much. Spots dance behind his eyelids as he tries to gulp air into his lungs.
Craig groans feeling Karl's release shuddering around him. He finally pulls out his tongue, licks up the remaining cum from his lover's shaft and crawls up his body, resting his own hard member against the loosened opening. "Ready for me, luv?" He asks, purring into Karl's ear.
Senses overloaded, tremors wrack Karl’s form. It takes great effort to slip an arm around his lover and clumsily pull him down for a deep kiss. Cinnamon and his Kitten and cum and… oh god, his mind reels. “Love…” he tries to focus on the blissful face above his. If that was anything near what Craig felt when they made love, oh fucking hell. Karl shudders and his legs shift open more allowing the tip of his lover’s shaft to nudge against his guardian muscle. He wants, he’s scared. “Lo…love… please…” Karl begs, not sure what he wants.
"Easy, Tiger." Craig croons softly, kissing the begging lips. He coats himself a bit more just to be sure and begins to slide inside. God... still so tight. He goes very slowly. "Hold onto me, lift your legs up. Here, over my shoulders. That’ll make it easier."
The pressure and fullness and a slight burn increases when just the tip slips inside. Breath ragged, Karl’s anxiety begins to replace the blissful relaxation of moments ago. Folding his legs up, a bit more slides inside, but too slow. “M…more… do it.” He pants, trying not to clench around the invasion.
Craig desperately doesn’t want to hurt his lover. He licks and kisses down Karl's jaw to his ear and teases him with his tongue. "That’s it... slowly baby. Slowly." He moves farther in, careful to drag across that spot again.
“No…no… jus’ DO it.” Karl pants, jaw clenched tight. He pushes and pulls their hips together as much as his position allows, wanting Craig deep inside before his body tightens more and the pain get worse.
"Oh...god Karl. I don't want to hurt you." Craig whimpers softly against his lover's ear as he finally slides all the way in and rests there a moment breathing heavily. "I know it hurts, luv. It always does at first. Just..oh jesus." he pants at the sheer tightness that he feels.
Karl’s chest heaves as he tries to breathe through the discomfort. “Move… Do it…” He growls hoping that will get him past wanting to clamp down against the invasion. “Fucken Do it love” he orders before taking Craig’s mouth in a hard kiss to keep himself from sinking his teeth in his lover’s shoulder.
Craig finally obliges his lover and starts to indeed move. Slow even strokes at first, being sure to drag over Karl's prostrate. Oh god it had been so long since he'd done this. Craig gasps and tries hard not to nip. He glides his cock deeply into the exquisitely tight channel. 'So good... oh Karl..." Craig whimpers. "So tight..."
“Fuck, yes…” Karl breathes against Craig’s lips. With each stroke and nudge against that spot, the tightness abates and discomfort eases. “That’s it Love…” he whispers, watching the pleasure on his lover’s face. “Come for me, my gorgeous Kitten.” He slides his hands to Craig’s hips to encourage his movements. “Wanna watch you come undone… deep inside… tha’s it…”
Vaguely, Craig realizes that Karl is actually the one controlling the situation even though he's on top. The elder man chuckles and gives a playful nip to his lover's throat. "Patience." he grins as he picks up the pace. "God forgotten what this was like." he murmurs.
“You like this, eh?” Karl growls back. “Like sticking that big rod deep inside? Come on love…” he grunts in response to sparks from his prostrate being grazed repeatedly. “That’s it love, fuck me… fill me with your cum.” His fingers tighten on Craig’s hips, “Harder love, come on, fuck your man hard.” The last delivered before Karl sinks his teeth into his lover’s shoulder, once again marking HIS love.
Craig grinds down as hard as he can into the willing space. "Fuck...yes. Oh love..." Sweat trickles down his neck and the skin where Karl bites him darkens to a shade of red. His eyes glaze as he finally comes, warm seed filling the tight interior of his lover in a desperate gush. He clings to Karl, hips still moving. He can feel Karl controlling every move he makes and it sends him careening over the edge as his orgasm sweeps over him.
“Yes, Yes” Karl revels in the gorgeous sight of HIS love in the throws of orgasm. The warmth of Craig’s release flooding his body has his eyes close. He runs his hands up and down his lover’s sweat-slicked back, crooning and soothing him through the aftershocks. “Love you Kitten, so lovely yeh are,” he whispers against Craig’s neck, gently licking his mark.
"God Karl..." He sighs and trembles in his lovers arms. "So long since I've done this." His eyes are bright with tears. Not pain, just joy. Reveling in the perfection of the moment. "Karl...I..." He nudges his lover's lips. "I love you."
“Yeh love, you too.” Karl opens to his Kitten’s questing lips and sucks on the tongue plunging inside, shifting his legs down so he can wrap around the still quaking man. His body is sore, but not in too much discomfort. Though any pain would be worth the pleasure and joy he can see on Craig’s face. Not something he’d care to do frequently, but he’d always be willing whenever his love wanted. Maybe eventually he’d feel and experience some of the pleasure Craig gets when Karl makes love to him.
He loves me too. Craig stills and gazes into Karl's eyes, "Was it good?" He asks, lips quivering. He hadn't done this in so long, was so afraid that he'd hurt Karl. It takes a certain skill he's not sure he possesses. He'd never forgive himself if he hurt Karl too much.
Karl rolls them to their sides sliding one thigh between Craig’s. “Yeh love, you were perfect… beautiful, gorgeous, so lovely when you cum with such uninhibited joy.” He punctuates each word with a tiny sip of the few tears that slipped down his lover’s face. He leans back with a cheeky grin, “Especially when you used this,” and nips at Craig’s tongue. “Fuck me love that was… fuck…” he shivers at the remembered sensations.
"Will it give you good dreams?" Craig wiggles his tongue suggestively, blinking away the unshed tears. He doesn't want to let Karl go back. He reaches up to run his hands through his lover's hair. "You... are not going to be away like this again. I miss you too much."
Karl purrs and arches into the gentle fingers. “Mmhmm, we won’t leave this bed,” dimples flash as he winks, “or the new tub until you leave for work Monday. That will give us both some lovely dreams. And,” he taps Craig’s nose, “you have two new friends you’ve already abandoned somewhere in the flat to keep you company.”
"Well I was a little busy with my other two friends." Craig squeezes Karl's arse. He nips at his lover's neck playfully. "They will certainly sleep on either side of me."
Karl’s tummy rumbles in hunger. The bit of food earlier in the tub wasn’t much of a meal. Grinning sheepishly he tries a puppy-dog face, “Maybe after you feed me again, we’ll spend the rest of the weekend fucking our brains out.”
"Is that a promise?" Craig's eyes brighten as he winks at Karl. He moves towards the kitchen to start to prepare Karl something warm to eat. "You stay where you are. I'll bring you something hot and steamy. And it won't just be me."
TBC
AUTHORS: rufferto and kitty_trio
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: Craig Parker/Karl Urban
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: Slash
FEEDBACK: Yes, please
SUMMARY: A long time ago, Craig and Karl were young men. They first met on Shortland Street, and at the time, they had no idea what was happening to them. It was just Lust, right? Why then did it hurt so much?
DISCLAIMER: We don't own Craig Parker and Karl Urban and are not making any money from this fic. We don't claim this happened. We don't know Craig Parker or Karl Urban or their sexual preferences. In short, nothing in this story is true regarding any real person mentioned. This is all fiction.
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lickable manips by rufferto
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Craig nudges and fidgets then finally settles down, content to be Karl's blanket for the moment. "You're so warm." He whispers. "Lonely here without you."
“Here now… home for good soon…” Karl murmurs his body relaxing now that Craig is in his arms where he belongs. He nuzzles his Kitten, rasping a couple days’ growth of beard against Craig’s sweet smelling neck.
Craig gives a little kittenish growl that he reserves just for Karl. He lifts his head up to gaze into his lover's eyes. "Not soon enough. I'm glad you came home."
Eyes twinkling, Karl grins in response to the growl. “Few more weeks love.” He groans and closes his eyes at the prospect of the long ride back. “Gotta leave early Monday they’re only covering for me until Tuesday. Fuck, I need a shower, or I’ll be asleep again soon.” He smirks and runs his hands over Craig’s back and arse, “And I’d rather love you over and over ‘til neither of us can move.”
"And you brought me a present!" Craig kisses Karl's neck. "You should take a bath. That'll help your poor arse." He rubs it gently. "So soon..." He pouts and sighs.
Karl laughs and smacks Craig’s arse. “Surprised you lasted this long with out opening it.” As his Kitten squirms more, he hugs him tight once again before letting him loose with another slap and nudge to edge of the bed. “Go on with yeh, I’ll just hop into the shower.” Karl’s muscles protest once again as he climbs slowly to his feet and pads down the hall, mind set on a reviving shower then fucking both their brains out.
Craig claps his hands excitedly and scrambles over to where he can open the bag. He squeals in delight when he sees the wrapping. He always loved getting presents of any kind because of the surprise factor. The fact that Karl hasn't seen the bathroom yet completely slips from his mind as he reads the note and squishes the stuffed kittens close to him.
Note reads: “Feisty blue-eyed kitties to celebrate six months of freedom. Love you my brave, strong Kitten, K”
He pushes the bathroom door open and stops frozen in shock. “What the fuck? It’s fucken PINK!” Karl shouts, eyes bouncing around the room. “Parker, what the hell have you done? People will see this! Fucking hell! It’s Fucken Pink!”
Craig's head shoots up. Uh-oh... Dad had warned them. He jumps to his feet and rushes to the bathroom. "It's not pink." He smiles. "It's rose with maroon and beige." He smiles brightly, holding his gift up, "I love them."
Karl turns his wide-eyed gaze to his beaming Kitten. “It’s fucken Pink, love. People will see this. How can I have anyone over to watch footie,” he waves a hand at the pink room, “with a fucken pink bathroom.” He finally winds down as Craig clutches the kittens tighter. “Oh fuck me love. I’m sorry.” He pulls Craig and all into his arms. Kissing the spiky hair he whispers “did you read the note? I mean it, love. I’m really proud of you.” He hooks a finger under Craig’s chin to bring the blue eyes up to his green ones. Dimples flash as he chuckles, “even if you re-did the bath in pink. Now come, show me everything you’ve done in the…” he mock shudders, “pink bathroom.”
"Well, Mum and I decided that since the bedroom is going to be changed around. She said it's because you're growing up and need more than superman sheets." He winks and hugs his lover tightly. "Here look." He opens up a cabinet to show all of the shower gels and hair things neatly arranged. Different soaps, even a bubble bath selection. There are also matching new towels. Under their feet is a nice fluffy bathmat. He shows how flowers have been painted on the tiles. "I did those with spray paint. Your dad thought it was a bit much, but I like daffodils." The sink doesn't drip anymore and there are a lot of extra lights on the mirror. Then he opens the shower curtain to reveal the new tub. "Mum said we'd both fit into it better." He grins.
Karl didn’t think he could get any more surprised as Craig showed off all the changes and bottles and jars and god knows what all. As Craig pulls back the curtain Karl is asking if there was room for his razor at least. “Fucken Hell! Love! It’s huge!” he gasps at the redesigned tub/shower. It would fit three or more people easily, and… “Fuck is that jets? And multiple shower heads?” He aligns Craig’s body to his, “Fuck me love, do you know how much fun we can get up to in here?”
Craig grins heartily and traces Karl's bottom lip with one of the kitty’s paws. "But of course." He turns on the water and laughs as it gushes out. "Look-it this..." He slides a compartment to the side and there is a place for drinks and food! His eyes sparkle with delight at his lover. "Your dad suggested that one."
“Finally, a voice of reason.” Karl quips as he tries to pull Craig closer, but the two large stuff animals are blocking his access to his lover’s naked flesh. “Put those things down so you can help me break this thing in.” He raises an eyebrow and leers, “or have you already been playing in here, eh? Gonna show me what you’ve gotten up to in this pleasure palace?” he asks while trying to grind their bodies together.
"Well... One time Mark and I..." He teases, dancing out of Karl's grip. "Let me go get some wine. You choose some bubble bath. There are ten kinds. I'm going to put these babies out of the way so they don't get wet. Kitties don't like water!" he scolds his lover.
Karl knows, he hopes, that Craig is teasing, but the mention of Ferguson still has his gut clench. “Ten kinds of bubbles?” Looking over the selection he frowns, “what, do the different colors mean something?”
"Smell them and select one you like!" Craig calls from the kitchen. He's busy putting together a tray of wine and some nibbling food because he knows Karl must be hungry. Ah, the sandwich he made last night but hasn't eaten will do. He cuts it into several small pieces and adds some grapes and cheese to the plate. With a smile he grins at the stuffed toys. "You two wait here." he tells them. "And be good boys." With that he makes his way back to the bathroom balancing the tray. "I like the mango and cinnamon."
Karl is steadily working his way through the bottles. Opening each one and sniffing the contents carefully, after a too big whiff of whatever was in the first one. He finds the orangey-brown one with Craig’s mango and cinnamon. Not too bad, but whatever was in the green one, smelled good too. “How much do I put in? A lot or a little?” he calls back opening both bottles and starting to tilt them over the filling tub.
"Just a capful." He tells Karl as he comes back into the bathroom and his eyes shoot up. "That's going to be an interesting combination." He laughs. He giggles and sets the tray down. "I'm sure your roommates think you're very manly though and won't be askin' about the odd cologne."
Spinning around, Karl almost trips on the thick rug. “What, not supposed to mix them?” His eyes light up at the snacks and his stomach growls loudly. “Then we’ll use your brown stuff, if I get most of that food.” Karl pours a tiny bit into the tub, and then stalks his lover.
"No, silly. They are already mixed." He gives a bit of a shriek and jumps back. "No! In the tub with you." He shakes his head. "Also... if you notice..." He grins and pulls a sliding door. "This will stop water from getting on the floor. Now, in you get. And I will give you a massage for your sore shoulders and you can tell me how the play is going."
Karl grins as he nabs some grapes and slowly slides under the fragrant bubbles. Stretching out his long legs with a sigh, he teases back, “You just want to get your hands on me.” He does move forward enough for Craig to climb in behind him.
Craig easily climbs behind Karl and leans back. He grins, pulls a bath pillow out from within a cupboard and sets the tray where they can reach it. He's already poured the wine glasses full. "I knew you'd like this tub, and yes I always want to get my hands on you." He thrills as the tub heats up and then he presses the jets.
Karl shifts to get full benefit from the jets. He leans back on Craig’s chest and closes his eyes groaning. “Ahhh, warm jets, food, wine and you, everything I need right here.” Running his hands up and down the legs alongside his, he turns his head up to gaze at his lover. “Thanks love, feels nice with you there, spoilin’ me again.”
Craig starts to wash Karl's hair gently, "You've been working hard." He says softly. "And you take care of me. And... Karl..." he sighs rinses the shampoo out. "This has been the best time of my life. You make me happy. I don't need fancy things, I just need you. This is not because I needed it, Mum wanted to do something with me so we thought a little redecoration. I should have asked you... I'm sorry."
Karl lays his head back again, “Shh love, Mum and Dad own the place, and we just make the mortgage payment.” His eyes crinkle as he grins, “And being a tenant of Mum’s, was her you had to please, not me.” He leans further to kiss Craig’s jaw. “You make me happy too, love. You’ve come along way, my brave fierce Kitten, and soon as I’m home to stay, we’ll make even better times, ‘k?”
"Every minute that I have with you is a good time." Craig slides his fingers down Karl’s chest lathering him and massaging. He gets to his lover's legs, knowing they are sore. "Stretch out, love." He coaxes. "I'm going to worry about you going back on the bike." He sighs. "You haven't had much sleep lately have you?"
Karl lifts his legs over Craig’s and moans as each one is lathered and massaged. “Can’t sleep without you.” he grumbles, “The fold-out’s too short, and all the fucking in the other rooms keeps me missing you more.”
"You could call me... but then we'd have a hell of a phone bill." Craig rubs around Karl's fingers, which must be aching from holding the bike handles. "Maybe you need something with my scent?" Craig admits, "I sleep with one of your shirts."
“Oh god love to hear your voice every night.” Karl sighs, “But if I had something of yours I’d be wantin’ to wank all night, and fuck, sleeping in the loungeroom in a flat full of guys… nah, can’t even think of it.”
Craig brings the wine glass to Karl's lips so he can drink and sips it himself. "Eat...” He orders the younger man. "Well, I will be thinking of you. All the time." He promises, then blushes a little, "Actually, Mum has slept here a couple of times because I was lonely for you. She could tell so she came over to keep me company."
Karl takes a big bite of the sandwich and grins broadly, “Yeah, that’s Mum for yeh. She just knows. But don’t let her get too settled in the spare room or we’ll never have the place to ourselves.” He takes another drink of the wine, dribbling some over one nipple, which pebbles instantly from the cold liquid.
Craig grins and purrs in Karl’s ear. "That's good, eat some more." He rubs his lover's stomach. "You are eating I hope?" He has an idea that he's going to send Karl some cookies next weekend. It's probably very strange to get cookies from your boyfriend, but at this point, all he can do is count the days until his lover is home for good.
Moaning at the purr rumbling in his ear and hands across on his skin, Karl wriggles against Craig. “Someone usually grabs some take-away, and Foster’s girlfriend often brings over some groceries.” He yawns as he finishes his meal and settles down with one of the wine glasses.
Craig's fingers run through Karl's hair fondly cream rinsing the locks. Normally his lover only uses shampoo, but when he is in control, Karl doesn't really have a choice. He tickles one of the edges of the younger man's earlobes and smiles. "When you come home, I'll make sure you eat right."
“Mmm, yea,” Karl purrs at the massaging and teasing fingers, “but not too much.” He again looks back at his blue-eyed Kitten, “I want a lover, not another mum.” He chuckles as he flexes his fingers on Craig’s thighs, “One of Mum is more than enough.”
Craig giggles. "I'm definitely not your Mum." His tongue licks at the wet drops left over his lover's ear. "Feeling better, love?" He asks, gazing into Karl's eyes. "I just worry, because... I do." He attacks the newly cleaned neck with his lips, feeling somewhat forceful. His eyes spark with a need to prove exactly how not like Karl's Mum he is.
Karl tightens his grip, shivers racing over his skin. Craig knows exactly what the nips and licks to his neck do. “Ahh love, yes…” he tilts his head as his green eyes glaze in awakening desire. “Fuck me, I love you like this, my fierce Kitten… ungh” he moans. A particularly hard nip shoots sensations straight to his filling cock.
Craig growls in answer, and takes the wine from Karl's hands. He dips his hand into the same small drawer and brings out another tube of lube in yet another nice little pouch. He sets it down and bites at one of Karl's ears, growling again. His hands slide down his lover's stomach to cup his erection just as he lifts his hips slightly so Karl can feel his own needy member.
Karl arches into Craig’s hands. “Oh god love, need you, need this… need more…” He rocks back and forth into the hands on his cock and against the hard body behind. “So good, you feel soo good.” He wants to reach back and reciprocate, but the flexing grip on Craig’s legs is all that’s keeping him grounded.
Craig's eyes sparkle as he coats his hand and dips into the water. This is going to make it a lot easier on Karl, he thinks. If this is...what Karl wants? He reigns in his insistent member and teases his lover's opening. "Yeah? Want this?" He asks, other hand still rubbing up and down Karl's and fondling his sac. His lips kiss and lick at his lover's neck urgently.
Carried away in the moment and the recent dreams, Karl answers automatically. “Yes love, so empty without you,” Until he feels the tip of Craig’s hard cock at his entrance. “No, wait…” His body tenses but still rocks into the fondling and stroking on his cock and balls.
Craig hears the word and stops immediately. He shifts Karl a little so that the younger man is actually resting more on his lap instead of against his cock. "Karl, look at me, Love. Please?" He stills his strokes just to get his lover's attention. He can't believe he'd gone as far as he did and his heart beats fast.
Karl shakes his head to clear his scattered thoughts. Feeling so lonely and empty without his love, he’s dreamt of Craig taking him, but always woke before anything happened. He twists to stare deeply into gentle blue eyes before lowering his mouth to the red lips to kiss Craig deeply. “Help me love,” he whispers as he trails long fingers over the angles of his lover’s face. “I want to, but…” the last murmured into Craig’s neck.
Craig sighs and let go of Karl's cock. "Not now, Karl. Not when you're exhausted. God I want to as well. But I want you fully coherent, and aware of what's happening. Does that make sense? When you come back and we've had a few days to relax with each other. Not like this. Not when you're vulnerable." He kisses his lover back, licking at his tongue. "I love you too much to do that to you. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
He also apparently doesn't realize what he just said.
Karl only hears the refusal, and feels strangely rejected. “Love, wanna feel you. Want to feel some of what it’s like when I make love to you.” He sighs against Craig’s lips, running his hand over the spiky dark hair.
"Oh Karl... I want to so much." Craig's voice catches as he stares into the depths of the sweet man's eyes. "What if..." He sighs and nuzzles the lips against his. "What if I just use my fingers, show you what's there, and show you what you do to me? I just don't want you to do something you might regret later."
Karl shakes his head as her murmurs back, “No, will never regret anything with you. Love you and trust you, Kitten.” He trails little kisses over Craig’s cheek to nose, eyes, and brow. “Here? Or do we need to get out of these wonderful jets before my Kitten turns into a prune?” His dimples flash as he teases.
Craig's heart melts as he gazes into Karl's eyes. "You love me?" He runs his hands down Karl's arms and nods softly. "We need to get out of this tub. Get you all comfortable. I want to do this right. I want you to feel good. Have you eaten enough?"
“Of course I do. You know that.” Karl responds as they climb from the tub. Face slightly scrunched as he wraps them both in pink towels. “Why else would I put up with a pink bathroom and you expanding on Mum’s collection of superhero sheets?” He adds playfully.
Craig sighs softly and wraps his arms around his lover. "I thought it was because of my cute ass." He winks and holds onto the towel around Karl's waist. He nips the younger man's nose and tugs him towards the bedroom. "I knew you'd like the bathtub."
“Mm, yea,” Karl growls, grabbing at Craig’s sashaying rear as they head down the hall. “Yer arse, the tub, that’s the only reason I put up with yeh.” he smirks then flops face first across the bed. Leering over his shoulder he wriggles his own rear, “Thought you wanted to molest me?” he jokes to keep his nervousness at bay.
Craig whips the towel off of Karl's waist and smacks his arse with it. "I'll get to it." He smiles and dims the lights. The elder man then turns on the stereo, "First I'm going to give you something to really dream about." He starts to remove his towel, pretending to strip.
Karl’s grin widens as he rolls to his side, “Yea baby, shake it.” He encourages his lover’s sexy hip swings.
Craig keeps the towel just so that it covers his arse and his cock, moving it around as he approaches the bed and growling playfully. He jumps up on the bed, causing it to creak slightly as he stares down at his lover. Then he pounces. "Gotcha!"
Karl pulls him down and runs his tongue lightly over his jaw to nibble on one lobe. “Frisky Kitten gonna pay for teasing his superhero,” he whisper-growls, liking this confident side of lover, but wanting to get on to this new territory they are exploring.
Craig grins and catches the tongue, "MINE." He growls, sucking on it, then on Karl's lips. He grinds his hips into Karl, practically shaking the bed with the force, and then he settles down and starts to kiss and lick his lover, starting with his face, ears and neck.
Karl groans as Craig continues to take charge. All misgivings fly in the face of just laying back and letting his body react. His cock is weeping copiously as his forceful lover grinds his own against it. “Fuck me love, you...” his voice trails off as his body writhes and shudders under Craig’s talented lips, teeth and tongue.
"I will." Craig grins and reaches for the lube. "Oh believe me, my still sort of innocent lover. I will." He winks. It's been a while since he -has- topped, but he knows how it's done. He kisses down Karl's neck to lick and suck his nipples. His slick hand now teases the puckered opening, yet it does not enter. "I've got something a little more...well. Let's just say this might shock you." He grins and indicates the label on the lube. Apparently something sweet tasting. Craig starts to lick down Karl's stomach, lingering in his bellybutton.
“Cinnamon flavored? Why would it need a taste?” Karl asks with a perplexed expression, as his stomach shifts and quivers at Craig’s ministrations.
Craig grins mysteriously as he tongues downward, pausing to lap in the hairs at the base of his lover's cock. "Bend your legs, luv." Craig whispers, breath hot against his lover's sac.
More groans escape as Craig’s mouth nears Karl’s cock. He shifts and opens his legs to allow his fierce Kitten better access. His stomach flutters with nerves, but his cock and balls just want that hot mouth to surround them in its wet heat. “Please love… need you…” Karl tries to lift into his teasing lover.
"Mmmm." Craig whispers, vibrating the sound near the base of his lover's cock as he begins to coat the opening. His tongue does not however find its way up the needy member, but rolls over one sac and then licks once at the newly coated spot. He wraps a hand around the thick shaft lovingly and braces himself with the other as he carefully slips his tongue within.
Distracted from the teasing to his cock and balls, and the finger playing at his entrance, Karl didn’t register the warming sensation of the lube. Once Craig starts swathing the area in earnest, Karl feels warmth spread through his nether region. “Love…?” is all he can gasp as Craig gently slides something wetter and warmer within. His hips surge from the bed and his cock through the firm grip, as the heat and pressure intensifies at the penetration. “Fucking hell love, what are you doin’?” He calls out unable to believe that is his lover’s tongue.
Craig doesn't withdraw, instead he slips it further inside and swirls it around knowing that it's not nearly so intrusive as a finger could be to a first time. His hand on his lover's cock rubs softly, but he knows that's not going to distract Karl from what's happening so he attempts to push him gently back down on the bed.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, tongue… arse… fucken in me arse… echoes in Karl’s head. Garbled noises escape his lips as Craig continues, his inner walls contracting and relaxing. He can feel pressure but no pain, his balls drawing tauter an intense orgasm building. Grabbing fists-full of the bedspread to try and garner some kind of control, his body undulating between the fist on his cock and the tongue -oh fuck- flicking and swirling deep inside.
Craig sweeps within, gliding over that nub, thoroughly intending to loosen Karl up before he actually enters him. An orgasm will take care of that. He knows that this was something Karl could never have imagined and is secretly pleased to be the first to teach him. He flicks his tongue in almost a vibrating motion over that spot, his fingers still pumping the needy member.
Karl hips clear the bed when something deep inside is grazed and electric shocks course through his body. “Fu… Fu… Ungh!” He roars as he shudders through a fast and hard climax. Too much, too much, the sensations flitting over and in his body are too much. Spots dance behind his eyelids as he tries to gulp air into his lungs.
Craig groans feeling Karl's release shuddering around him. He finally pulls out his tongue, licks up the remaining cum from his lover's shaft and crawls up his body, resting his own hard member against the loosened opening. "Ready for me, luv?" He asks, purring into Karl's ear.
Senses overloaded, tremors wrack Karl’s form. It takes great effort to slip an arm around his lover and clumsily pull him down for a deep kiss. Cinnamon and his Kitten and cum and… oh god, his mind reels. “Love…” he tries to focus on the blissful face above his. If that was anything near what Craig felt when they made love, oh fucking hell. Karl shudders and his legs shift open more allowing the tip of his lover’s shaft to nudge against his guardian muscle. He wants, he’s scared. “Lo…love… please…” Karl begs, not sure what he wants.
"Easy, Tiger." Craig croons softly, kissing the begging lips. He coats himself a bit more just to be sure and begins to slide inside. God... still so tight. He goes very slowly. "Hold onto me, lift your legs up. Here, over my shoulders. That’ll make it easier."
The pressure and fullness and a slight burn increases when just the tip slips inside. Breath ragged, Karl’s anxiety begins to replace the blissful relaxation of moments ago. Folding his legs up, a bit more slides inside, but too slow. “M…more… do it.” He pants, trying not to clench around the invasion.
Craig desperately doesn’t want to hurt his lover. He licks and kisses down Karl's jaw to his ear and teases him with his tongue. "That’s it... slowly baby. Slowly." He moves farther in, careful to drag across that spot again.
“No…no… jus’ DO it.” Karl pants, jaw clenched tight. He pushes and pulls their hips together as much as his position allows, wanting Craig deep inside before his body tightens more and the pain get worse.
"Oh...god Karl. I don't want to hurt you." Craig whimpers softly against his lover's ear as he finally slides all the way in and rests there a moment breathing heavily. "I know it hurts, luv. It always does at first. Just..oh jesus." he pants at the sheer tightness that he feels.
Karl’s chest heaves as he tries to breathe through the discomfort. “Move… Do it…” He growls hoping that will get him past wanting to clamp down against the invasion. “Fucken Do it love” he orders before taking Craig’s mouth in a hard kiss to keep himself from sinking his teeth in his lover’s shoulder.
Craig finally obliges his lover and starts to indeed move. Slow even strokes at first, being sure to drag over Karl's prostrate. Oh god it had been so long since he'd done this. Craig gasps and tries hard not to nip. He glides his cock deeply into the exquisitely tight channel. 'So good... oh Karl..." Craig whimpers. "So tight..."
“Fuck, yes…” Karl breathes against Craig’s lips. With each stroke and nudge against that spot, the tightness abates and discomfort eases. “That’s it Love…” he whispers, watching the pleasure on his lover’s face. “Come for me, my gorgeous Kitten.” He slides his hands to Craig’s hips to encourage his movements. “Wanna watch you come undone… deep inside… tha’s it…”
Vaguely, Craig realizes that Karl is actually the one controlling the situation even though he's on top. The elder man chuckles and gives a playful nip to his lover's throat. "Patience." he grins as he picks up the pace. "God forgotten what this was like." he murmurs.
“You like this, eh?” Karl growls back. “Like sticking that big rod deep inside? Come on love…” he grunts in response to sparks from his prostrate being grazed repeatedly. “That’s it love, fuck me… fill me with your cum.” His fingers tighten on Craig’s hips, “Harder love, come on, fuck your man hard.” The last delivered before Karl sinks his teeth into his lover’s shoulder, once again marking HIS love.
Craig grinds down as hard as he can into the willing space. "Fuck...yes. Oh love..." Sweat trickles down his neck and the skin where Karl bites him darkens to a shade of red. His eyes glaze as he finally comes, warm seed filling the tight interior of his lover in a desperate gush. He clings to Karl, hips still moving. He can feel Karl controlling every move he makes and it sends him careening over the edge as his orgasm sweeps over him.
“Yes, Yes” Karl revels in the gorgeous sight of HIS love in the throws of orgasm. The warmth of Craig’s release flooding his body has his eyes close. He runs his hands up and down his lover’s sweat-slicked back, crooning and soothing him through the aftershocks. “Love you Kitten, so lovely yeh are,” he whispers against Craig’s neck, gently licking his mark.
"God Karl..." He sighs and trembles in his lovers arms. "So long since I've done this." His eyes are bright with tears. Not pain, just joy. Reveling in the perfection of the moment. "Karl...I..." He nudges his lover's lips. "I love you."
“Yeh love, you too.” Karl opens to his Kitten’s questing lips and sucks on the tongue plunging inside, shifting his legs down so he can wrap around the still quaking man. His body is sore, but not in too much discomfort. Though any pain would be worth the pleasure and joy he can see on Craig’s face. Not something he’d care to do frequently, but he’d always be willing whenever his love wanted. Maybe eventually he’d feel and experience some of the pleasure Craig gets when Karl makes love to him.
He loves me too. Craig stills and gazes into Karl's eyes, "Was it good?" He asks, lips quivering. He hadn't done this in so long, was so afraid that he'd hurt Karl. It takes a certain skill he's not sure he possesses. He'd never forgive himself if he hurt Karl too much.
Karl rolls them to their sides sliding one thigh between Craig’s. “Yeh love, you were perfect… beautiful, gorgeous, so lovely when you cum with such uninhibited joy.” He punctuates each word with a tiny sip of the few tears that slipped down his lover’s face. He leans back with a cheeky grin, “Especially when you used this,” and nips at Craig’s tongue. “Fuck me love that was… fuck…” he shivers at the remembered sensations.
"Will it give you good dreams?" Craig wiggles his tongue suggestively, blinking away the unshed tears. He doesn't want to let Karl go back. He reaches up to run his hands through his lover's hair. "You... are not going to be away like this again. I miss you too much."
Karl purrs and arches into the gentle fingers. “Mmhmm, we won’t leave this bed,” dimples flash as he winks, “or the new tub until you leave for work Monday. That will give us both some lovely dreams. And,” he taps Craig’s nose, “you have two new friends you’ve already abandoned somewhere in the flat to keep you company.”
"Well I was a little busy with my other two friends." Craig squeezes Karl's arse. He nips at his lover's neck playfully. "They will certainly sleep on either side of me."
Karl’s tummy rumbles in hunger. The bit of food earlier in the tub wasn’t much of a meal. Grinning sheepishly he tries a puppy-dog face, “Maybe after you feed me again, we’ll spend the rest of the weekend fucking our brains out.”
"Is that a promise?" Craig's eyes brighten as he winks at Karl. He moves towards the kitchen to start to prepare Karl something warm to eat. "You stay where you are. I'll bring you something hot and steamy. And it won't just be me."
TBC