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Lesson Number 13
Title: Lesson Number 13
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geniusartist
Pairing: Karl Urban/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rimming, a little reluctance
My thanks toaprilkat for the beta! This was written for westmoon and verangel.
Author:
geniusartistPairing: Karl Urban/Elijah Wood
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rimming, a little reluctance
My thanks to
aprilkat for the beta! This was written for westmoon and verangel.*
“Turn this way.” Karl’s soft whisper licks at Elijah’s ear and causes him to tremble a little as he obeys the nudge at his hip. He eases onto his stomach, his nudity making him feel clumsy.
A warm hand, large and calloused fits over the back of his ribs on the right and glides up, tucking itself inside where his arm folds. The weight of it is heavy with unspoken promise. Fingers slide, inching between the sheets and Elijah’s chest, and Elijah anticipates the touch of those elongated fingers so close to his nipple. The touch doesn’t come, not right away. Karl’s fingers brush feather-light, but hesitation is a pretense. Elijah nearly turns and surrenders to the teasing, and as he almost tilts, Karl's hand wedges deeper between skin and fabric, and a caress flits over the hard nub. Elijah falls into it, against Karl's stroking fingers circling pulling pinching his tender flesh, a scrape of a nail sending a rush to his groin, and he sinks his teeth into the pillow, moaning.
Karl laughs; a chaste kiss falls between his shoulder blades. The kiss lengthens, becomes openmouthed, then all tongue, and Elijah would have never known that spot otherwise as an erogenous zone. He writhes, senselessly asking for more, arching into Karl's tongue, soft, so soft, and he shivers when it descends, swirls a line down his spine. A sharp twist of his nipple and Elijah cries out from the near pain, then there's no hand, no mouth at the base of his spine, just air cooling on his skin from the trail left by Karl's tongue.
Elijah hitches his shoulders, curls his fingers into the sheets, and traps the moan between his clamped lips; the loss of touch makes him harder. His cock aches for friction and even one subtle rut against the sheets would be a blessed release, but Elijah resists the temptation. He is both student and slave, accomplice to this lesson, and he wills himself to obey. Elijah turns his head, permits the singular rebellion, and from beneath his lashes he peers up at Karl, standing and towering over his prone form. The bed dips behind him and a slow smile stretches over Karl's face; Elijah feels the heat spread over his cheeks, down to his neck, and behind his ears. He smashes his face into the pillow, hides the flush there where he seeks sanctuary.
He starts a little at the feel of Karl’s hands on his buttocks, one over each swell. Certain fingers begin kneading, pressing smoothing imprinting unspoken words, mine mine mine… Each dig and push causes Elijah to thrust just barely, not enough to feel it to the base of his cock where satisfaction exists, but enough to feed his longing for more.
He is hard, so hard.
One hand slips into the crease off his ass; it jolts and Elijah's breath catches in his throat. The fingers are brief, skimming lightly, and don't linger. Karl's hand stops at the back of his left thigh, the heel of his palm anchoring there. His other hand gives Elijah's ass one final squeeze and then it slides, warm and heavy, to the back of Elijah's right knee. The bed dips again and there’s warm breath at the base of his spine, a swift lick. Elijah's fists clench tighter into the sheets.
Karl's hands push in opposing directions and Elijah feels himself spread open.
"N-nn-no…" Elijah stutters, frightened suddenly, feeling too exposed. And Karl's hands pause, waiting. His mouth grows heavy at Elijah's back, lingers open at the apex where his buttocks begin to swell, his tongue teasing at the edge of Elijah's spine, careful not to dip and trail into that narrow strip of skin. Elijah forces the quake from his shoulders, stills, and the resistance dies on his lips. The efforts aren't lost on Karl and he murmurs approval as his fingers flex. It's a slow, maddening form of torture as Elijah feels himself stretched beyond his comfort zone, just a fraction off and it’s almost without his consent.
Karl angles Elijah’s right leg, bends it close to his body, his knee almost touching his armpit. His hands run the length of Elijah’s limbs, up his back, then down, sashaying over his ass again and again. Elijah’s flesh grows hotter with each sweep and slide, and all the while Karl's tongue plays at that one spot, teasing hinting promising...
"Oh," Elijah gasps, "Oh God…"
His fingers twist into the mattress when Karl's tongue swipes again, right over his hole, and his ass clenches in reaction. It's lewd and dirty, and the shame spreads like fire over his chest and burns in his cheeks. His mouth falls open against cotton and for an instant Elijah thinks he's suffocating, then he inhales a ragged breath as Karl's pillowed lips nuzzle at his entrance. It's not a place meant for worship, where Karl's tongue presses itself again in fierce, broad strokes, and Elijah nearly cowers into himself to deny the attention. But Karl's hands, and mouth and teeth, his tongue, follow Elijah when he twists, a nip on his ass, and when Elijah rolls, a thumb curves behind his balls.
The air is stilted between his face and the pillow, so Elijah turns to recover breath. He pants from the effort, pants from the salacious mouth devouring his ass without mercy or pause. Soft, so soft, he feels the skin there becoming more tender, and he is close, so close to weeping, his cock straining beneath him, hard and aching.
He begs. "Please." Quiet at first. Karl flattens his tongue and laves over his hole. "Please…" Louder, he clutches the headboard with one hand. Karl's tongue shapes into a point, pierces gently. And breaches… "Oh, fuck!" He screams, the other hand tangles in Karl's hair.
Elijah's legs are quivering now, the right one lodged beneath his armpit just starting to cramp. His one hand anchored in Karl's head is harnessed tightly, painfully he thinks, but Karl's ministrations persist. A string of moans and obscenities spill unfiltered from his lips, control a far gone concept, his entire body one sensitized nerve centered at his groin. He untangles his fingers, relinquishes his hold on Karl's head and wedges his hand beneath his hip. He needs to touch, needs the friction.
"Wha—" Elijah gasps, when a hand yanks his wrist. His arm is pinned to his side and tears spring to his eyes. Just as the frustration threatens to overwhelm him, he is suddenly flipped onto his back. His eyes startle wide and he has a single coherent thought ("he's going to...") when he catches Karl's stare between his raised knees. Then Karl's head descends and Elijah's entire swollen cock disappears into the hot, wet vacuum of his mouth. A bruising scream tears from Elijah's throat. Karl's mouth clamps tight at the base and he sucks and sucks until Elijah is a shaking, twitching mess, his cock pulsing between Karl’s lips as his orgasm is wrung from him.
Karl doesn’t release him right away, even after the spasms subside. And when he does, it’s slowly, his mouth pinched as it glides up the shaft of Elijah’s softening cock. It lingers at the head and his tongue swipes once at the tender slit; Elijah bucks and cries out, still trembling. Karl soothes him with kisses at his hip bone, up and around his navel, a gentle nip at his nipple. When he reaches Elijah’s mouth, he parts Elijah's lips like he's made of porcelain and whispers a hush with each breath in between kisses.
Elijah goes pliant, his heart quiets, the distress leaving his body. He sinks into the mattress under the weight of Karl's body as he stretches over him. It's only then that he notices Karl is still hard, his erection insistent against Elijah's thigh. Dry fingers brush at his entrance, still sensitive to touch, and his hips jerk from the contact.
"We're not done yet.”
“Turn this way.” Karl’s soft whisper licks at Elijah’s ear and causes him to tremble a little as he obeys the nudge at his hip. He eases onto his stomach, his nudity making him feel clumsy.
A warm hand, large and calloused fits over the back of his ribs on the right and glides up, tucking itself inside where his arm folds. The weight of it is heavy with unspoken promise. Fingers slide, inching between the sheets and Elijah’s chest, and Elijah anticipates the touch of those elongated fingers so close to his nipple. The touch doesn’t come, not right away. Karl’s fingers brush feather-light, but hesitation is a pretense. Elijah nearly turns and surrenders to the teasing, and as he almost tilts, Karl's hand wedges deeper between skin and fabric, and a caress flits over the hard nub. Elijah falls into it, against Karl's stroking fingers circling pulling pinching his tender flesh, a scrape of a nail sending a rush to his groin, and he sinks his teeth into the pillow, moaning.
Karl laughs; a chaste kiss falls between his shoulder blades. The kiss lengthens, becomes openmouthed, then all tongue, and Elijah would have never known that spot otherwise as an erogenous zone. He writhes, senselessly asking for more, arching into Karl's tongue, soft, so soft, and he shivers when it descends, swirls a line down his spine. A sharp twist of his nipple and Elijah cries out from the near pain, then there's no hand, no mouth at the base of his spine, just air cooling on his skin from the trail left by Karl's tongue.
Elijah hitches his shoulders, curls his fingers into the sheets, and traps the moan between his clamped lips; the loss of touch makes him harder. His cock aches for friction and even one subtle rut against the sheets would be a blessed release, but Elijah resists the temptation. He is both student and slave, accomplice to this lesson, and he wills himself to obey. Elijah turns his head, permits the singular rebellion, and from beneath his lashes he peers up at Karl, standing and towering over his prone form. The bed dips behind him and a slow smile stretches over Karl's face; Elijah feels the heat spread over his cheeks, down to his neck, and behind his ears. He smashes his face into the pillow, hides the flush there where he seeks sanctuary.
He starts a little at the feel of Karl’s hands on his buttocks, one over each swell. Certain fingers begin kneading, pressing smoothing imprinting unspoken words, mine mine mine… Each dig and push causes Elijah to thrust just barely, not enough to feel it to the base of his cock where satisfaction exists, but enough to feed his longing for more.
He is hard, so hard.
One hand slips into the crease off his ass; it jolts and Elijah's breath catches in his throat. The fingers are brief, skimming lightly, and don't linger. Karl's hand stops at the back of his left thigh, the heel of his palm anchoring there. His other hand gives Elijah's ass one final squeeze and then it slides, warm and heavy, to the back of Elijah's right knee. The bed dips again and there’s warm breath at the base of his spine, a swift lick. Elijah's fists clench tighter into the sheets.
Karl's hands push in opposing directions and Elijah feels himself spread open.
"N-nn-no…" Elijah stutters, frightened suddenly, feeling too exposed. And Karl's hands pause, waiting. His mouth grows heavy at Elijah's back, lingers open at the apex where his buttocks begin to swell, his tongue teasing at the edge of Elijah's spine, careful not to dip and trail into that narrow strip of skin. Elijah forces the quake from his shoulders, stills, and the resistance dies on his lips. The efforts aren't lost on Karl and he murmurs approval as his fingers flex. It's a slow, maddening form of torture as Elijah feels himself stretched beyond his comfort zone, just a fraction off and it’s almost without his consent.
Karl angles Elijah’s right leg, bends it close to his body, his knee almost touching his armpit. His hands run the length of Elijah’s limbs, up his back, then down, sashaying over his ass again and again. Elijah’s flesh grows hotter with each sweep and slide, and all the while Karl's tongue plays at that one spot, teasing hinting promising...
"Oh," Elijah gasps, "Oh God…"
His fingers twist into the mattress when Karl's tongue swipes again, right over his hole, and his ass clenches in reaction. It's lewd and dirty, and the shame spreads like fire over his chest and burns in his cheeks. His mouth falls open against cotton and for an instant Elijah thinks he's suffocating, then he inhales a ragged breath as Karl's pillowed lips nuzzle at his entrance. It's not a place meant for worship, where Karl's tongue presses itself again in fierce, broad strokes, and Elijah nearly cowers into himself to deny the attention. But Karl's hands, and mouth and teeth, his tongue, follow Elijah when he twists, a nip on his ass, and when Elijah rolls, a thumb curves behind his balls.
The air is stilted between his face and the pillow, so Elijah turns to recover breath. He pants from the effort, pants from the salacious mouth devouring his ass without mercy or pause. Soft, so soft, he feels the skin there becoming more tender, and he is close, so close to weeping, his cock straining beneath him, hard and aching.
He begs. "Please." Quiet at first. Karl flattens his tongue and laves over his hole. "Please…" Louder, he clutches the headboard with one hand. Karl's tongue shapes into a point, pierces gently. And breaches… "Oh, fuck!" He screams, the other hand tangles in Karl's hair.
Elijah's legs are quivering now, the right one lodged beneath his armpit just starting to cramp. His one hand anchored in Karl's head is harnessed tightly, painfully he thinks, but Karl's ministrations persist. A string of moans and obscenities spill unfiltered from his lips, control a far gone concept, his entire body one sensitized nerve centered at his groin. He untangles his fingers, relinquishes his hold on Karl's head and wedges his hand beneath his hip. He needs to touch, needs the friction.
"Wha—" Elijah gasps, when a hand yanks his wrist. His arm is pinned to his side and tears spring to his eyes. Just as the frustration threatens to overwhelm him, he is suddenly flipped onto his back. His eyes startle wide and he has a single coherent thought ("he's going to...") when he catches Karl's stare between his raised knees. Then Karl's head descends and Elijah's entire swollen cock disappears into the hot, wet vacuum of his mouth. A bruising scream tears from Elijah's throat. Karl's mouth clamps tight at the base and he sucks and sucks until Elijah is a shaking, twitching mess, his cock pulsing between Karl’s lips as his orgasm is wrung from him.
Karl doesn’t release him right away, even after the spasms subside. And when he does, it’s slowly, his mouth pinched as it glides up the shaft of Elijah’s softening cock. It lingers at the head and his tongue swipes once at the tender slit; Elijah bucks and cries out, still trembling. Karl soothes him with kisses at his hip bone, up and around his navel, a gentle nip at his nipple. When he reaches Elijah’s mouth, he parts Elijah's lips like he's made of porcelain and whispers a hush with each breath in between kisses.
Elijah goes pliant, his heart quiets, the distress leaving his body. He sinks into the mattress under the weight of Karl's body as he stretches over him. It's only then that he notices Karl is still hard, his erection insistent against Elijah's thigh. Dry fingers brush at his entrance, still sensitive to touch, and his hips jerk from the contact.
"We're not done yet.”
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OMG! Is it hot in this room or is it just me. I need to rush off and take a cold shower now! Thanks for this there isn't enough Karl/Elijah fics out there.Thanks!:)
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Ah, rimming. Veddy nice indeed.
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Don't worry, you didn't miss any other lessons. Well, they weren't enumerated that way, anyway. This little snippet is from a multi-chaptered WIP I started years ago called What Nourishes Us. I took it off the net to work out the kinks to the story and will repost it when it's appropriate for public viewing.