**Cuddle ficlet for Jo...an LJ exclusive**
*remember that Jo & I are currently sharing muses while we're writing "Cherished" & this post will make more sense*
So Jo said something last night about Orli wanting to know if it was okay if he cuddled with Karl, since he was a good kid & didn't beg to fuck Harry too much. And I said sure...Karl likes a good cuddle & Orli's nice & warm.
So...*rolls eyes*...my brain couldn't let it go. And I had to write about it. Nothing long, nothing major. Just Karl. Just Orli. Just cuddling, RSF style.
"we say we love
it's the skin we're in"
--Bush
There was something so sublimely beautiful about waking up next to Karl. Orli thought it might be in the way Karl was always holding him, even in sleep. A leg wrapped around his, an arm thrown carelessly over Orli’s chest, Karl’s body snuggled against his back, breath warm on his neck. Karl didn’t sleep next to Orli so much as he slept *on* Orli, became a sort of human blanket...only interactive. And hotter.
Orli stretched, slid his body over the cotton sheets, over the warm body behind him. Sleek chest pressed against his back, cock nestled against his ass, legs scratchy with hairs tangled with his, arm drawing him in closer to Karl’s warmth. “Morning,” Karl breathed, voice still heavy with sleep, deep and scratchy and so very sexy. Orli could listen to Karl all day, all night.
Orli half turned, kissed Karl’s chin, licked his jaw. “Morning.”
Karl smiled, buried his nose in Orli’s neck, tickling the soft hairs. “We don’t have to be anywhere today, do we?”
Orli shook his head, tilted his neck so Karl have better access. “Not until late. Night shooting for Pelennor this week.”
“Wonderful.” Karl’s hand strayed down to Orli’s cock, circled him, started moving up and down in slow, gentle strokes. “Plenty of time to be lazy.”
Orli placed his hand over Karl’s, moved with him, shifted back so he was thrusting his hips against Karl’s erection. “Lazy sounds good.”
Karl gently bit his neck, soothed the hurt with a slow swipe of his tongue. “Have I mentioned yet today how much I love you?”
“Not yet.” Orli sped up his hand, hips now pushing rhythmically against Karl’s thrusts.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.” It came out as a groan as Karl’s hand found the perfect tempo, the perfect combination of slow and hard that had Orli arching his back into Karl, arching into the lips sliding over his shoulder. Breathing became harsh, strained, stopped almost completely as they came within moments of each other.
Orli sighed, air finally reentering his lungs for some much needed oxygen. “You really need to look up the word lazy in the dictionary,” he smiled, turning again to place a soft kiss on Karl’s lips.
“Why? You like my definition, right?” Karl asked, winking.
Well, when he put it like that...lazy was definitely *very* good.
So Jo said something last night about Orli wanting to know if it was okay if he cuddled with Karl, since he was a good kid & didn't beg to fuck Harry too much. And I said sure...Karl likes a good cuddle & Orli's nice & warm.
So...*rolls eyes*...my brain couldn't let it go. And I had to write about it. Nothing long, nothing major. Just Karl. Just Orli. Just cuddling, RSF style.
"we say we love
it's the skin we're in"
--Bush
There was something so sublimely beautiful about waking up next to Karl. Orli thought it might be in the way Karl was always holding him, even in sleep. A leg wrapped around his, an arm thrown carelessly over Orli’s chest, Karl’s body snuggled against his back, breath warm on his neck. Karl didn’t sleep next to Orli so much as he slept *on* Orli, became a sort of human blanket...only interactive. And hotter.
Orli stretched, slid his body over the cotton sheets, over the warm body behind him. Sleek chest pressed against his back, cock nestled against his ass, legs scratchy with hairs tangled with his, arm drawing him in closer to Karl’s warmth. “Morning,” Karl breathed, voice still heavy with sleep, deep and scratchy and so very sexy. Orli could listen to Karl all day, all night.
Orli half turned, kissed Karl’s chin, licked his jaw. “Morning.”
Karl smiled, buried his nose in Orli’s neck, tickling the soft hairs. “We don’t have to be anywhere today, do we?”
Orli shook his head, tilted his neck so Karl have better access. “Not until late. Night shooting for Pelennor this week.”
“Wonderful.” Karl’s hand strayed down to Orli’s cock, circled him, started moving up and down in slow, gentle strokes. “Plenty of time to be lazy.”
Orli placed his hand over Karl’s, moved with him, shifted back so he was thrusting his hips against Karl’s erection. “Lazy sounds good.”
Karl gently bit his neck, soothed the hurt with a slow swipe of his tongue. “Have I mentioned yet today how much I love you?”
“Not yet.” Orli sped up his hand, hips now pushing rhythmically against Karl’s thrusts.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.” It came out as a groan as Karl’s hand found the perfect tempo, the perfect combination of slow and hard that had Orli arching his back into Karl, arching into the lips sliding over his shoulder. Breathing became harsh, strained, stopped almost completely as they came within moments of each other.
Orli sighed, air finally reentering his lungs for some much needed oxygen. “You really need to look up the word lazy in the dictionary,” he smiled, turning again to place a soft kiss on Karl’s lips.
“Why? You like my definition, right?” Karl asked, winking.
Well, when he put it like that...lazy was definitely *very* good.