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Fic: Things I Won't Forget 4/4 NC17 DW/KU
Finale`, enjoy! ;-)
Title: Things I Won't Forget 4/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: NC17
Archive: My LJ http://www.livejournal.com/users/nimlothriel/ , Mirrormere, OEAM. Others I'd be honoured, just drop me a line.
Disclaimer: As far as I know this never happened and nor am I claiming it would. I only write this to satisfy the perverted half of my brain (and my adoring fans lol)
Feedback: I'm a whore for it ;-)
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous, as ever I couldn't have done it without you, thank you.
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at 'pac_con' LJ community. (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys)
Some things are happening to me now that I’ll never forget.
My hair is still damp from the shower we took about half an hour ago. We spent a considerable amount of time making sure we were both thoroughly clean, inside and out. I am physically aching with both the need for release and the need to be filled. My head is resting on my folded arms and my knees are tucked under me, putting an almost unpleasant pressure on my hard cock. Karl is sitting behind me with his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them to expose my hole. I’m a little tender and it’s no surprise after this long night. We’re in this position because he is, to use his words, “Kissing me better.”
There are four condoms on the floor near the bin; we just threw them without looking where they were going. Three of those four condoms have been in my ass in the last twelve hours and it’s feeling a bit abused. His tongue is fluttering over my hole, in between there and my balls. I shudder when he sucks and then starts licking inside me. I can feel the moisture from my dripping cock, running down my thigh. It hardly seems possible that there's any left.
Last night I was so nervous and embarrassed when we arrived at his flat, that I almost made it sound like I didn’t want to go in with him. I can barely even remember what I said, it was something inane.
My world kind of tipped sideways when he asked me up. We started kissing and I had a chance to get my hands on that superb chest, I could feel his tense nipples under the silk. He held me as we began the early thrill of exploration of each other. I love that ‘possessed’ sensation you get when someone holds you at the nape of your neck, the seductive pull of relinquishing control. He all but dragged me up the stairs, but I must admit I didn’t help, I couldn’t keep my hands off his ass. It might have been because I was a little drunk, but in no time we were in his room.
I froze. ‘Fuck! What the fuck am I doing?’
He started to undress me and I took that grain of encouragement and fumbled my way through his buttons. Not soon enough we were naked. And there he was, looking like some statue of a Greek god carved by Michelangelo, only this man was alive. I could see his pulse beating at his throat and his chest expanding. A statue would never have soft dark hair that glittered in the lamplight. His golden skin shimmered with sweat. And at the top of elegant legs stood the most splendid cock I have ever seen. I was struck dumb by his beauty. One night would never be enough to appreciate this dream made flesh.
He asked me if something was wrong. I don’t know how I answered but I couldn’t breathe. I wanted him so badly.
“Then have me,” he said and I thought I was going to die.
I silently cursed my fair skin for revealing my embarrassment. It must have been the result of the friendship we’d been forging over the past weeks that I was able to tell him of my fear that he wouldn’t want me again. The emotional rollercoaster was still running full tilt as relief coursed through me with lust hot on its heels.
Our first fuck was just that, a fuck. Hard and rough and fast. I handed him a condom, hoping he didn’t mind topping me. It was funny, he looked so surprised.
I climbed on the bed and stuck my ass in the air. “Just slick it up mate, I can’t wait.”
Shit, I sounded like such a whore, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him inside me so badly. I wanted to feel the burn as he pushed in; I wanted to feel the sharp pleasure of him hitting my prostate over and over. My anus was so relaxed it begged for him: he slipped in without resistance. I’m almost ashamed to say it, but I came without a touch to my cock. It spurted out of me hot and so hard it hurt. The next time he gripped the bed head, and I fucked him just as fiercely. Afterwards we fell to sleep in a wet tangle.
It was still dark outside when he took me for the second time. I say ‘took’ because he didn’t ask, he just lubed me and held me down with my hands above my head. Oh God, his weight felt good on me, solid and real, while he was telling me, “You look so debauched lying like that. Your lips all wet and swollen. You’d beg me to fuck you harder if your brain was capable of forming the words. But you can’t because my cock is so far inside you, you can taste me.” He was right.
The warm rays of the sun stirred us to wakefulness and feeling his body beside me, immediately aroused me. I initiated sex again. It was more like what the romantics would call ‘making love’. I can still feel the press of his cock on my tongue, taste his salty sweat and smell the citrus deodorant as I buried my nose into his armpit. He entered me after a long and indulgent preparation. While we were joined it was hushed and calm, sacred. The only sounds our moans and gasps.
He wants me to turn over now. I was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t take me from behind again, but it’s quickly put aside as he lowers his mouth. I can’t believe another orgasm is gathering in my groin. Those pliant lips pull and caress my shaft and by the time he swallows the head I’m coming.
Things are happening to me, and I know I'll never forget them. Emotions are welling inside me and I don’t know how to put them into words. It would be easy to credit the incredible sex I’ve had with a stunning man or that I’ve found a remarkable friend. Lying here in the afterglow, with my arms full of Karl, I know it’s much more -- it’s something deep inside my soul. To risk sounding trite, I’ve found my other half.
He's astounding me again. "Dave, look at me." He says while holding my chin. "Last night and this morning have been intense to say the least. I have to admit I've had talented lovers and sex with them was incredible. And before you get upset, I'm not saying that you aren't any good, far from it in fact." He grins, reassuring me. "I have also loved deeply, and paid the price for it. So much so, I'm reluctant to try again."
"I understand." I start preparing my heart's defence shields.
He can probably see my disappointment, I'm not good at hiding that kind of thing. "No you don't. I'm not sending you away. I just want you to know I'm serious about you. I want last night, every night."
“Oh God, Karl, I think I love you.” I whisper against his lips.
Will I be this certain for the rest of my life?
I hope so.
End
November '04
Title: Things I Won't Forget 4/4
Author: Nimlothriel
Email: nimlothriel@yahoo.com.au
Pairing: David Wenham/Karl Urban
Rating: NC17
Archive: My LJ http://www.livejournal.com/users/nimlothriel/ , Mirrormere, OEAM. Others I'd be honoured, just drop me a line.
Disclaimer: As far as I know this never happened and nor am I claiming it would. I only write this to satisfy the perverted half of my brain (and my adoring fans lol)
Feedback: I'm a whore for it ;-)
Beta: Talullah, the marvellous, as ever I couldn't have done it without you, thank you.
AN: Especially for edgespet and everyone at 'pac_con' LJ community. (go there and check out the much neglected NZ and Aussie LotR boys)
Some things are happening to me now that I’ll never forget.
My hair is still damp from the shower we took about half an hour ago. We spent a considerable amount of time making sure we were both thoroughly clean, inside and out. I am physically aching with both the need for release and the need to be filled. My head is resting on my folded arms and my knees are tucked under me, putting an almost unpleasant pressure on my hard cock. Karl is sitting behind me with his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them to expose my hole. I’m a little tender and it’s no surprise after this long night. We’re in this position because he is, to use his words, “Kissing me better.”
There are four condoms on the floor near the bin; we just threw them without looking where they were going. Three of those four condoms have been in my ass in the last twelve hours and it’s feeling a bit abused. His tongue is fluttering over my hole, in between there and my balls. I shudder when he sucks and then starts licking inside me. I can feel the moisture from my dripping cock, running down my thigh. It hardly seems possible that there's any left.
Last night I was so nervous and embarrassed when we arrived at his flat, that I almost made it sound like I didn’t want to go in with him. I can barely even remember what I said, it was something inane.
My world kind of tipped sideways when he asked me up. We started kissing and I had a chance to get my hands on that superb chest, I could feel his tense nipples under the silk. He held me as we began the early thrill of exploration of each other. I love that ‘possessed’ sensation you get when someone holds you at the nape of your neck, the seductive pull of relinquishing control. He all but dragged me up the stairs, but I must admit I didn’t help, I couldn’t keep my hands off his ass. It might have been because I was a little drunk, but in no time we were in his room.
I froze. ‘Fuck! What the fuck am I doing?’
He started to undress me and I took that grain of encouragement and fumbled my way through his buttons. Not soon enough we were naked. And there he was, looking like some statue of a Greek god carved by Michelangelo, only this man was alive. I could see his pulse beating at his throat and his chest expanding. A statue would never have soft dark hair that glittered in the lamplight. His golden skin shimmered with sweat. And at the top of elegant legs stood the most splendid cock I have ever seen. I was struck dumb by his beauty. One night would never be enough to appreciate this dream made flesh.
He asked me if something was wrong. I don’t know how I answered but I couldn’t breathe. I wanted him so badly.
“Then have me,” he said and I thought I was going to die.
I silently cursed my fair skin for revealing my embarrassment. It must have been the result of the friendship we’d been forging over the past weeks that I was able to tell him of my fear that he wouldn’t want me again. The emotional rollercoaster was still running full tilt as relief coursed through me with lust hot on its heels.
Our first fuck was just that, a fuck. Hard and rough and fast. I handed him a condom, hoping he didn’t mind topping me. It was funny, he looked so surprised.
I climbed on the bed and stuck my ass in the air. “Just slick it up mate, I can’t wait.”
Shit, I sounded like such a whore, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him inside me so badly. I wanted to feel the burn as he pushed in; I wanted to feel the sharp pleasure of him hitting my prostate over and over. My anus was so relaxed it begged for him: he slipped in without resistance. I’m almost ashamed to say it, but I came without a touch to my cock. It spurted out of me hot and so hard it hurt. The next time he gripped the bed head, and I fucked him just as fiercely. Afterwards we fell to sleep in a wet tangle.
It was still dark outside when he took me for the second time. I say ‘took’ because he didn’t ask, he just lubed me and held me down with my hands above my head. Oh God, his weight felt good on me, solid and real, while he was telling me, “You look so debauched lying like that. Your lips all wet and swollen. You’d beg me to fuck you harder if your brain was capable of forming the words. But you can’t because my cock is so far inside you, you can taste me.” He was right.
The warm rays of the sun stirred us to wakefulness and feeling his body beside me, immediately aroused me. I initiated sex again. It was more like what the romantics would call ‘making love’. I can still feel the press of his cock on my tongue, taste his salty sweat and smell the citrus deodorant as I buried my nose into his armpit. He entered me after a long and indulgent preparation. While we were joined it was hushed and calm, sacred. The only sounds our moans and gasps.
He wants me to turn over now. I was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t take me from behind again, but it’s quickly put aside as he lowers his mouth. I can’t believe another orgasm is gathering in my groin. Those pliant lips pull and caress my shaft and by the time he swallows the head I’m coming.
Things are happening to me, and I know I'll never forget them. Emotions are welling inside me and I don’t know how to put them into words. It would be easy to credit the incredible sex I’ve had with a stunning man or that I’ve found a remarkable friend. Lying here in the afterglow, with my arms full of Karl, I know it’s much more -- it’s something deep inside my soul. To risk sounding trite, I’ve found my other half.
He's astounding me again. "Dave, look at me." He says while holding my chin. "Last night and this morning have been intense to say the least. I have to admit I've had talented lovers and sex with them was incredible. And before you get upset, I'm not saying that you aren't any good, far from it in fact." He grins, reassuring me. "I have also loved deeply, and paid the price for it. So much so, I'm reluctant to try again."
"I understand." I start preparing my heart's defence shields.
He can probably see my disappointment, I'm not good at hiding that kind of thing. "No you don't. I'm not sending you away. I just want you to know I'm serious about you. I want last night, every night."
“Oh God, Karl, I think I love you.” I whisper against his lips.
Will I be this certain for the rest of my life?
I hope so.
End
November '04
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Oh, me! Me! I'm an adoring fan! YAY!
This was so shiveringly good. *shudder* I think I'll go find that NZ community you mentioned. I am SO addicted to Karl. (David, too, isn't he an Aussie?)
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