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Fic: Party Animal 15/? Karl/Orlando - NC17
Title: Party Animal 15/?
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we’re sure Orlando and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren’t we given invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want to share I’d not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’
(Party Animal 15/?)
‘Stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
Orlando let Urban arrange him, yielded but not relaxed -- every
muscle tense and nervous. Jumped at the nails scratching crimson
across his skin, bit his lip as the sensation tore into him, scarlet
flashing in waves through his skin. Nipples ached and burned, cold
in the empty air and craving more abuse, stomach taut with strain and
tingling still, even though Urban was yanking off his pants now and
the nails were gone.
And Orlando could see every reaction mirrored and reflected in
Urban's eyes. Felt bare and raw under that gaze, felt it boring into
him. Stripping him, slowly, of every layer -- clothes, resistance.
Fear. Felt it burning away slowly, replaced, as those lips and teeth
started their feather-touches and nips and hot, wet slides up his
leg... Replaced with something deeper, more gripping, more necessary.
Orlando moaned aloud when Urban stopped, when those sucks and licks
stopped an inch and a hot breath away from the one place Orlando
really *needed* them. He groaned, almost a growl, as Urban stopped
and went back, starting again on his other ankle. Swore colourfully
under his breath as the man took his time, making Orlando twitch and
gasp and ache.
~~~~~~
Karl's lips curled a touch as they latched themselves onto Orlando's
other calf, up under kneecap, swirling up on sensitive thigh, the
noises this young toy of his was making were panging straight to his
groin, every murmur and groan and pant and swear making him crave and
want this more. But he wanted to make Orlando ache still more, wanted
to drive him wild with a blazing ache that only Karl would be able to
quash.
His tongue flicked out over thigh, sucking skin in, leaving red
marks, biting up the crease joining leg to groin, never touching
more than skin, not giving this moaning body before him what he
wanted.
He knelt back, leaving Orlando with no touches for a few seconds,
just breathing and taking the sight in. Then he swooped in, lifted
Orlando's legs up, hands behind his knees, pushing them till his
thighs were vertical, his backside lifted just off the edge of the
bed, ready for the taking.
//Oh…not ready to take yet…defiantly not yet…//
He moved his hands down from backs of knees to backs of thighs,
holding them upright as Orlando's feet settled on his shoulders,
licked his lips, looking down at the wanton sight before him.
And he ducked his head down fast, swiping his tongue over Orlando's
prone hole just once before spearing his tongue deep into him,
thrusting it in and out and then around, swirling over damp and hot
skin before pushing it's way back in again hard.
~~~~~~
Orlando stifled a yelp, eyelashes fluttering shut in sheer, ecstatic
shock -- hips bucking instinctively against Urban's goddamn mother-
fucking *tongue,* because Jesus bleeding *Christ!*
As a matter of fact, Orlando might've actually said something to that
effect; he wasn't sure. Couldn't hear over the roar-rush of blood in
his ears. Felt his heels digging into Urban's shoulders, and Urban's
fingers digging into his thighs, solid and uncompromising.
Urban's tongue slid in again, insistent and hot and slick and
absolutely unlike anything Orlando had ever felt -- made Orlando's
skin sing, made his cock burn, stomach tremble. Made him need more,
craving and writhing slowly against Urban. Orlando could feel the
sweat beading along his back, at his temples, and he wanted to swear,
beg, *something,* but couldn't find his voice.
Felt the world waver and remembered to breathe, suddenly, all at
once; gasped, trailing into quick, ragged breaths. Blood sizzling,
humming. Responding perfectly to Urban's every lick, breath, touch.
~~~~~~
Karl waited for his toy's arse muscles to start quivering and his
butt to shake under strain before he pulled his tongue out from the
hole it'd been fucking. He moved his face to one side, started
licking and sucking the upturned cheek, lapping up and down and
sucking into, leaving marks of red bliss. He moved again, past the
trembling hole not touching it, to the other cheek, giving it the
same treatment, feeling feet pressing down onto his shoulders, this
young man above him was beginning to want too much.
//Not needing enough yet though, so much more to give//
He grinned and dove his face back to the centre, tongue forcing it's
way past muscles once more, setting a steady beat of ins and outs and
swirling around. He waited till the moans from his toy changed in
tone, became more high pitched, more aroused before he pulled off,
tongue lapping over once before letting go of Orlando's thighs and
lowering legs to the ground. Kneeling on the rug, head still in
between the young mans legs, staring up at his face, past red and
twitching cock. He sat for almost a whole minute, counting seconds in
his head before his hand swooped up, grasped Orlando's cock tight
around the base to stop him cumming and pulled it into his mouth, at
last able to savour the taste.
tbc…
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we’re sure Orlando and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren’t we given invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want to share I’d not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’
(Party Animal 15/?)
‘Stranded starfish have no place to hide
still waiting for the swollen Easter tide.’
Peter Gabriel: Here comes the flood.
Orlando let Urban arrange him, yielded but not relaxed -- every
muscle tense and nervous. Jumped at the nails scratching crimson
across his skin, bit his lip as the sensation tore into him, scarlet
flashing in waves through his skin. Nipples ached and burned, cold
in the empty air and craving more abuse, stomach taut with strain and
tingling still, even though Urban was yanking off his pants now and
the nails were gone.
And Orlando could see every reaction mirrored and reflected in
Urban's eyes. Felt bare and raw under that gaze, felt it boring into
him. Stripping him, slowly, of every layer -- clothes, resistance.
Fear. Felt it burning away slowly, replaced, as those lips and teeth
started their feather-touches and nips and hot, wet slides up his
leg... Replaced with something deeper, more gripping, more necessary.
Orlando moaned aloud when Urban stopped, when those sucks and licks
stopped an inch and a hot breath away from the one place Orlando
really *needed* them. He groaned, almost a growl, as Urban stopped
and went back, starting again on his other ankle. Swore colourfully
under his breath as the man took his time, making Orlando twitch and
gasp and ache.
~~~~~~
Karl's lips curled a touch as they latched themselves onto Orlando's
other calf, up under kneecap, swirling up on sensitive thigh, the
noises this young toy of his was making were panging straight to his
groin, every murmur and groan and pant and swear making him crave and
want this more. But he wanted to make Orlando ache still more, wanted
to drive him wild with a blazing ache that only Karl would be able to
quash.
His tongue flicked out over thigh, sucking skin in, leaving red
marks, biting up the crease joining leg to groin, never touching
more than skin, not giving this moaning body before him what he
wanted.
He knelt back, leaving Orlando with no touches for a few seconds,
just breathing and taking the sight in. Then he swooped in, lifted
Orlando's legs up, hands behind his knees, pushing them till his
thighs were vertical, his backside lifted just off the edge of the
bed, ready for the taking.
//Oh…not ready to take yet…defiantly not yet…//
He moved his hands down from backs of knees to backs of thighs,
holding them upright as Orlando's feet settled on his shoulders,
licked his lips, looking down at the wanton sight before him.
And he ducked his head down fast, swiping his tongue over Orlando's
prone hole just once before spearing his tongue deep into him,
thrusting it in and out and then around, swirling over damp and hot
skin before pushing it's way back in again hard.
~~~~~~
Orlando stifled a yelp, eyelashes fluttering shut in sheer, ecstatic
shock -- hips bucking instinctively against Urban's goddamn mother-
fucking *tongue,* because Jesus bleeding *Christ!*
As a matter of fact, Orlando might've actually said something to that
effect; he wasn't sure. Couldn't hear over the roar-rush of blood in
his ears. Felt his heels digging into Urban's shoulders, and Urban's
fingers digging into his thighs, solid and uncompromising.
Urban's tongue slid in again, insistent and hot and slick and
absolutely unlike anything Orlando had ever felt -- made Orlando's
skin sing, made his cock burn, stomach tremble. Made him need more,
craving and writhing slowly against Urban. Orlando could feel the
sweat beading along his back, at his temples, and he wanted to swear,
beg, *something,* but couldn't find his voice.
Felt the world waver and remembered to breathe, suddenly, all at
once; gasped, trailing into quick, ragged breaths. Blood sizzling,
humming. Responding perfectly to Urban's every lick, breath, touch.
~~~~~~
Karl waited for his toy's arse muscles to start quivering and his
butt to shake under strain before he pulled his tongue out from the
hole it'd been fucking. He moved his face to one side, started
licking and sucking the upturned cheek, lapping up and down and
sucking into, leaving marks of red bliss. He moved again, past the
trembling hole not touching it, to the other cheek, giving it the
same treatment, feeling feet pressing down onto his shoulders, this
young man above him was beginning to want too much.
//Not needing enough yet though, so much more to give//
He grinned and dove his face back to the centre, tongue forcing it's
way past muscles once more, setting a steady beat of ins and outs and
swirling around. He waited till the moans from his toy changed in
tone, became more high pitched, more aroused before he pulled off,
tongue lapping over once before letting go of Orlando's thighs and
lowering legs to the ground. Kneeling on the rug, head still in
between the young mans legs, staring up at his face, past red and
twitching cock. He sat for almost a whole minute, counting seconds in
his head before his hand swooped up, grasped Orlando's cock tight
around the base to stop him cumming and pulled it into his mouth, at
last able to savour the taste.
tbc…