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Party Animal parts 24 - 26, Karl/Orlando, Rated 17
Well... here's the last chunk of Party Animal for you! (If you've not read the rest it can be found here: http://ladsofthering.net/)
I hope you all enjoy the end of the ride!
Title: Party Animal 24/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘I hear you calling me
Yes I hear you calling me
Home from the great escape
Yes I can read you loud and clear.’
Peter Gabriel: Only us.
Orlando bit his lip against the sensation, eyes watering and focusing
on Urban's eyes focused on the finger slowly sliding into him.
Christ, onto *Orlando,* and Orlando felt every ridge of Urban's
fingerprint. Smell of hot vanilla in the air, and Urban's hand, warm
and solid on the back of his leg. The cool air, and the slow,
insistent push-slide of Urban's finger. And--
Stymie that -- *fingers.* Fuck. Two, now, twisting gently into
him. Slow stretch, driving him crazy. Cock aching, ignored for too
long already.
And the fingers, still! Burning slowly, like sunburns from the inside
out. But at the same time, the pressure reminded Orlando, vividly,
of what it'd been like last night. Reminded Orlando of the feeling
of Urban inside him, filling him from head to toe, body and soul; the
feeling of Urban pounding into him again and again, making him scream
and beg and making the world stop spinning--
Stop. Stop, the fingers stopped. Christ, he needed *more,* or he
was going to, to-- snap! He was going to snap, brittle. Fragile;
needed Urban, wanted...
Orlando whimpered, twisted his hips and pushed as far as he could,
twisting down another raw half-inch onto those fingers. Couldn't
move any more, not with Urban holding his leg up and Urban... Urban--
"Urban!" Orlando gasped. Swallowed, ground out, "Urban, please, I
can't, need more. Need you... fuck me. *Please.*" Voice cracked on
the last word, eyes pleading, locked on Urban. Wanton, desperate.
~~~~~~
//Oh! Who could resist? And Urban! Christ I could get used to hearing that, said like that, I want to hear *that* forever!//
Fingers found vanilla lube, spread it over cock liberally and before his mind had caught up with what his body was doing he found himself pushing into Orlando…*Lando*. Just, heat, radiating from his core. First tip, inching in, trying, desperately trying to be slow, to be calm and gentle on skin that must still be hurting but //Oh Fuck!// desperate thoughts of never wanting this to end, never ever wanting to give up this passion, this feeling that Lando had stirred in him as the obnoxious boy changed to devoted man. Loving and wanton and asking to be taken, swearing to always be his and Karl could not resist. Then length as he felt himself slip sliding into the tight wet heat before him as his mind fell slip sliding into more than lust.
Karl felt the skin of his back shudder and tingle as he found himself firmly held within the body infront of him. He opened his eyes, not knowing when he’d shut them, and shook his head, shook the thoughts away because all he wanted now were feelings…and what feelings! Ring dug into the base of his cock as the length and tip were contained within muscle walls of tightness Karl hadn’t had the chance to appreciate last night. But now, the bet over and won, in the light of the early morning sun Karl could fully welcome everything that was Orlando. His. Hands ran over the face infront of him, one eyebrow dipped and eyes turned from passion to love as gaze intensified and staying still within the body Karl lowered his lips in a kiss not bound by lust but driven by more, by care and tenderness and above all things the most surprising and welcomed feeling of all By love.
~~~~~~
Orlando whimpered when the finger slipped out, felt empty, empty...
Stared with wide, lust-dazed eyes as Urban spread the lube over his
cock and slowlyslowlyohmyGOD pushed inside Orlando. Orlando grabbed
at Urban's shoulder with one hand, nails digging into skin and
flesh. He curled the other hand into a fist and bit down on his
knuckles, muffled his own scream. Eyelids flickered closed.
Christ, ohchrist. It hurt more this morning than it had last night,
a thousand times more -- and for all that, it felt a *million* times
more amazing. More incredible, more infinite --
And Urban's hands were smoothing through his hair, down over his
face, and Orlando let the hand fall from his mouth, knuckles bleeding
vaguely. Stared up, lost and found in Urban's eyes as Urban pushed
the rest of the way home. Ohgod. Orlando couldn't breathe, didn't
want to, thought he'd scream if he tried to exhale, and... and.
And Urban was kissing him, slow and heavy and like Orlando never
thought a kiss could be. Indescribable. A kiss he couldn't think
about, could only be part of. Surrender. This was what surrender
tasted like -- like Urban. The kiss that made him forget the pain,
that made him forget about... everything. Lotus-eater kiss. World-
ending kiss. Everything-kiss.
And, without thinking, Orlando relaxed. Relaxed, and arched into
Urban, pushing justalittle further onto Urban, and oh, oh. Oh.
"Love you, love you loveyou love. you..." Orlando gasped, over and
over, words blurring, eyes squeezed shut.
~~~~~~
Lips pulled off and back, head gazing, eyes full of this unknown feeling that was filling him from toes to center, filling his soul over and over. And the words Orlando said flew straight to Karl’s core, straight into his heart which overflowed that instant and he found himself totally full with the love of this one in front of him, this one he’d found by chance, this one he’d almost run over last night and this morning would do anything to protect.
He pushed his arms underneath as the man’s back arched up, pulling Lando into him, head over shoulder, lips searing onto hot neck skin, fingers clenching into shoulder blades, hands gripping so tight as if they’d never let go.
“Yes…love. Love you. Love you.” He murmured, hips finding a new pace, slower and sweeter, lovemakers pace not fuckers pace, slow and delicate and opening Lando up to him, finding every inch inside him, totally filling him up with Karl’s cock as Orlando’s legs wound around his waist.
Karl found his heart in heaven and his body floating along on a breezy cloud of love, he moved so slowly, so delicately and yet every movement filled him with this ache, the overwhelming need to bring Lando over the edge with him, to make him cum.
One hand unwrapped itself, curled between bodies, found trapped flesh and enveloped it, moved it slowly in rhythm with bodies, knowing it wouldn’t take too much more to make either of them cum.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 25/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes.’
Peter Gabriel: Only us.
Oh, this was.
Slow. This was *slow,* and suddenly, instead of feeling sheer
friction and sexburning-soulfucking Urban, he was. Was.
Was feeling the whisper of Urban's lips painting words hot across the
soft parts of his neck. Words, but words were.... not... important.
Because this was something slow and, Christ, so painfully,
beautifully gentle, and Orlando was biting his lip, was arching and
pushing like music against Urban. Under Urban's fingertips on his
shoulder, Urban, who owned him, who. Owned. Mmmm, everything.
Urban, who Orlando wanted to -- to please, to... to... *Yes.* Urban's
pulse inside him, feeling Urban pushing... mmm, oh. Against... every
*inch*... of... every... every--
Everything suddenly slipped, went vague. Bleared and blurry and
detached; the feeling of warm sheets under his shoulderblades, and
the faint impression that he -- he, Orlando -- oughtn't really be
able to bend quite like this, and the slip of sweat as Urban's
fingers went from clenched to soft and then clenched again. Twitch,
as Urban's other hand curved around and between, and--
Oh, fuck. This was slow, and sweet, and closing over Orlando's head
too, too quickly. And Orlando bucked hard, shoved his hips into
Urban's hand and swore (almost an afterthought) and nuzzled at
Urban's face, wanting those eyes open and focused and not fixed so
far away -- wanting to look into the eyes of the man who... who owned
him. Orlando's owner, yes, mmm, and--
*Fuck,* Orlando was, was-- and... light, and fuck seeing, because
everything was white, suddenly, and he could feel it curling and
spreading in his chest, and he was arching and shaking and fingers
clenched in Urban's hair or in the bedsheets or in nothing but warm
air, or maybe all, and this *was* all, and *all* Orlando wanted was
to take Urban with him, tried to grab and bring Urban along but
couldn't move, couldn't-- could only scream, scream throat-raw love
against into Urban's neck, and shake, and shake, as light
explodeseared through him.
Urban's light.
~~~~~~
And so Karl found his eyelids sliding open, found deeply brown eyes
gazing up and meeting his, transfixing his. And he knew, knew beyond
doubt that he owned this one, this playtoy, this princeling, this one
of lurid shirt wearing horrendousness, this one who's virginity was
gone now, taken by him. And he knew that this was his, this act was
his, this slowly mind melting, searing press in and draw out, this
knee aching slowness, this spine twisting perfect slide into madness,
this utter perfection.
And he knew also in the dim haze of what used to be his brain that he
not only owned this Orlando beneath him, who he was slipping into and
filling with firm flesh, he not only owned, but he was owned, and
yes, oh god yes, he loved. He loved like he'd never before. It was as
if in just one night his life had been filled up to overbrimmming.
One bet had changed from taking to sharing, from wanting to needing,
from passion to infatuation. And he found that he cared, he'd never
cared before, he'd just taken and used and chucked aside. But this
Orlando that was on his bedsheets and filling his wits, this was so
much more than anything before, it was more than everything before.
And as he leisurely, gradually made love and didn't fuck, he found
that in amazing fascination that he wanted this forever, he was not
willing to even contemplate not having this sensation over again, and
he was ready to do anything to secure this body in his bed and in his
life forever.
And then Orlando's eyes disappeared, and Karl felt the loss in an
instant, the toy was screaming, sounding like his throat was
shattering, into Karl's neck. And Karl turned his head, saw hand, saw
slightly bleeding knuckles and could just about summon up the will
power to find strength to pull the knuckles to his mouth, to take the
middle two and suckle them, fingers gaglike across his mouth.
And his other hand, his hand was curled around flesh, curled around
and sliding up and down upon the most complete feeling of joy,
Lando's cock felt heavy, like lead, but pulsing, Karl could almost
feel the need, the strain, the built up wantingness.
And Karl could feel it too, the back of his neck tingled, arched back
with knuckles still caught in mouth, now wet and bloodless. Orlando's
legs were firm around his waist, holding tight, And Karl arched up,
hand on mattress, pushing, elbow locked, pulling out as far as he
could manage before the sensation of loss drove him mad.
And then he sank, sank his cock deep into Orlando's open wide and wet
and willing hole, sank his hips downwards till balls met cheeks, till
pubes met the hand he was holding around Orlando. And the hand sank
downwards too, one firm stroke after countless slowly soft ones,
designed to smash to smithereens all control either of them had to
hold back. And Karl sucked hard on knuckles, moaned around them
before they dropped from his mouth to Orlando's chest, and he cried
out in complete purity the name of the one he loved.
"Lando! Cum for me my princeling, my bet, my toy...my love."
And he started to feel himself be drawn over into heavenly
completion.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 26/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘I'm coming home again, home again
And I hear you calling me home again
I am coming home again.’
Peter Gabriel: Only us.
Orlando felt the words at the same time he felt Urban slamfuck into
him one last time -- felt it from lightyears away and from right.
under. his. *skin.* Christ, fuck. He was nearly sobbing, because
as, for an instant, the light ebbed and gathered in his chest, the
pain came back. Wrapping around him, slipping scarlet down his arms,
curling around his wrists, clenching his fingers into fists, flat
nails digging suddenly into Urban's shoulderblades. Pain,
slickslipping down his legs and dripping down the backs of his
thighs, and he--
Oh.
Oh, *God.* Orlando shivered and, as he felt Urban shudder that Last
Shudder and explode inside him, hot and sticky and shoved up almost
in Orlando's throat, the ball of light exploded in Orlando's chest.
His hands shook and he screamed again -- a choked sound, a wretched,
grateful, glorious sound -- and he felt himself cumming against the
heat of Urban's hand, felt warmth push up between his smooth,
straining stomach and Urban's hard, muscled one; felt his back
arching to the point of breaking and his pulse flying and twining
around Urban's pulse and Urban's breathing, shallow and rough and
soaring and ploughing along with Orlando's as they came together,
Orlando's legs bent and hurting and heels digging little round
bruises into the small of Urban's back. Ecstasy, this--
and gone was the pain, and the scarlet making his hands clench (he
couldn't feel his hands anymorejustnow) and this was wave after wave
of Urban, flooding through him. A hundred times what last night had
been, adrenaline and endorphins singing through his veins and Urban's
face pressed perfect and worshipful and open-mouthed, one cheek
against Orlando's sweaty chest.
Wave after... wave... and Orlando's back gradually not arching
anymore, and the pillows hot and lovely warm beneath him, and the
stickiness already starting to seep down the backs of Orlando's
thighs (or maybe that was just Orlando's imagination) and the strange
little ache in Orlando's sides, and in his stomach, and the burn in
his throat caressing and warm. All muted, and Urban's breathing, and
the sound of two quietly clashing heartbeats.
When he'd sobbed and choked and finally screamed, he might've
screamed Urban, or he might have screamed love. Or, Orlando thought,
he might have screamed nothing at all.
After all (Orlando thought, drifting already on the afterglow) --
Urban had already said it for him.
~~~~~~
This was just utter… complete and utter. And so good Karl thought he must be dead or dying because nothing on earth could ever feel as good as this. The whole world splinttershatterd as he Thrust his last time into the hole he was lovefucking. And as Orlando’s back arched so beautifully Karl let his own head thrust back, neck straining painfully, spine tingling as his cock found it could drive even further into Orlando. So deep as though he never wanted to get out again. And frankly he never did.
And through the dim fuzz that was currently his brain he could hear screams and shouts and cries and begs, and his name, and Orlando’s name, and plea’s and entreaties, and he had no idea which voice box they were coming from, he couldn’t even comprehend that he had a head or limbs or anything other than a groin. Because that was all he was at this instant, this moment of pure heaven and devilish ownership. He was just his groin, just his cock, his balls, his currently pulsing erection, spilling his seed into Orlando’s arse, filling his toy up with stream after stream of heat and saltiness, marking him as his. And there was so much he could feel it spill out, smear away all over the insides of Orlando’s thighs as Karl shallowly pumped the last of his essence in.
But he didn’t want to become removed, he never wanted to lose this awe inspiring, all completing moment of ecstasy. He found himself slumping down as both orgasms became spent. He let down Orlando’s legs, one against the mattress, the other still bent around Karl’s waist so they could still be joined together as one. And he lay down on Orlando, body heavy against the One beneath him, reminding him as ever that he was his, that his lover had no choice but to comply here. And he bent his sweat streaming forehead to Orlando’s neck, and he found he could manage tender kisses of love over skin with damp lips, and he murmured into the skin as his hands found skin to rub, hair to twine around, a face to soothe. He mumbled between each soft kiss, “Love. You. Always. Mine. Never. Forget. You. Complete. Me.” And, most importantly of all, “I’m. Yours.”
And then the effort was too much, and his head slumped down to join his body as a blanket over Orlando’s form. And his cock was still embedded deep, and his groin and thighs were wet with his own cum, and his stomach was wet with Orlando’s cum, and he felt sticky and hot and tingly,
…and for the first time in his entire life, he felt Whole.
Fin.
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Feedback always appreciated (And cherished)
I hope you all enjoy the end of the ride!
Title: Party Animal 24/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘I hear you calling me
Yes I hear you calling me
Home from the great escape
Yes I can read you loud and clear.’
Peter Gabriel: Only us.
Orlando bit his lip against the sensation, eyes watering and focusing
on Urban's eyes focused on the finger slowly sliding into him.
Christ, onto *Orlando,* and Orlando felt every ridge of Urban's
fingerprint. Smell of hot vanilla in the air, and Urban's hand, warm
and solid on the back of his leg. The cool air, and the slow,
insistent push-slide of Urban's finger. And--
Stymie that -- *fingers.* Fuck. Two, now, twisting gently into
him. Slow stretch, driving him crazy. Cock aching, ignored for too
long already.
And the fingers, still! Burning slowly, like sunburns from the inside
out. But at the same time, the pressure reminded Orlando, vividly,
of what it'd been like last night. Reminded Orlando of the feeling
of Urban inside him, filling him from head to toe, body and soul; the
feeling of Urban pounding into him again and again, making him scream
and beg and making the world stop spinning--
Stop. Stop, the fingers stopped. Christ, he needed *more,* or he
was going to, to-- snap! He was going to snap, brittle. Fragile;
needed Urban, wanted...
Orlando whimpered, twisted his hips and pushed as far as he could,
twisting down another raw half-inch onto those fingers. Couldn't
move any more, not with Urban holding his leg up and Urban... Urban--
"Urban!" Orlando gasped. Swallowed, ground out, "Urban, please, I
can't, need more. Need you... fuck me. *Please.*" Voice cracked on
the last word, eyes pleading, locked on Urban. Wanton, desperate.
~~~~~~
//Oh! Who could resist? And Urban! Christ I could get used to hearing that, said like that, I want to hear *that* forever!//
Fingers found vanilla lube, spread it over cock liberally and before his mind had caught up with what his body was doing he found himself pushing into Orlando…*Lando*. Just, heat, radiating from his core. First tip, inching in, trying, desperately trying to be slow, to be calm and gentle on skin that must still be hurting but //Oh Fuck!// desperate thoughts of never wanting this to end, never ever wanting to give up this passion, this feeling that Lando had stirred in him as the obnoxious boy changed to devoted man. Loving and wanton and asking to be taken, swearing to always be his and Karl could not resist. Then length as he felt himself slip sliding into the tight wet heat before him as his mind fell slip sliding into more than lust.
Karl felt the skin of his back shudder and tingle as he found himself firmly held within the body infront of him. He opened his eyes, not knowing when he’d shut them, and shook his head, shook the thoughts away because all he wanted now were feelings…and what feelings! Ring dug into the base of his cock as the length and tip were contained within muscle walls of tightness Karl hadn’t had the chance to appreciate last night. But now, the bet over and won, in the light of the early morning sun Karl could fully welcome everything that was Orlando. His. Hands ran over the face infront of him, one eyebrow dipped and eyes turned from passion to love as gaze intensified and staying still within the body Karl lowered his lips in a kiss not bound by lust but driven by more, by care and tenderness and above all things the most surprising and welcomed feeling of all By love.
~~~~~~
Orlando whimpered when the finger slipped out, felt empty, empty...
Stared with wide, lust-dazed eyes as Urban spread the lube over his
cock and slowlyslowlyohmyGOD pushed inside Orlando. Orlando grabbed
at Urban's shoulder with one hand, nails digging into skin and
flesh. He curled the other hand into a fist and bit down on his
knuckles, muffled his own scream. Eyelids flickered closed.
Christ, ohchrist. It hurt more this morning than it had last night,
a thousand times more -- and for all that, it felt a *million* times
more amazing. More incredible, more infinite --
And Urban's hands were smoothing through his hair, down over his
face, and Orlando let the hand fall from his mouth, knuckles bleeding
vaguely. Stared up, lost and found in Urban's eyes as Urban pushed
the rest of the way home. Ohgod. Orlando couldn't breathe, didn't
want to, thought he'd scream if he tried to exhale, and... and.
And Urban was kissing him, slow and heavy and like Orlando never
thought a kiss could be. Indescribable. A kiss he couldn't think
about, could only be part of. Surrender. This was what surrender
tasted like -- like Urban. The kiss that made him forget the pain,
that made him forget about... everything. Lotus-eater kiss. World-
ending kiss. Everything-kiss.
And, without thinking, Orlando relaxed. Relaxed, and arched into
Urban, pushing justalittle further onto Urban, and oh, oh. Oh.
"Love you, love you loveyou love. you..." Orlando gasped, over and
over, words blurring, eyes squeezed shut.
~~~~~~
Lips pulled off and back, head gazing, eyes full of this unknown feeling that was filling him from toes to center, filling his soul over and over. And the words Orlando said flew straight to Karl’s core, straight into his heart which overflowed that instant and he found himself totally full with the love of this one in front of him, this one he’d found by chance, this one he’d almost run over last night and this morning would do anything to protect.
He pushed his arms underneath as the man’s back arched up, pulling Lando into him, head over shoulder, lips searing onto hot neck skin, fingers clenching into shoulder blades, hands gripping so tight as if they’d never let go.
“Yes…love. Love you. Love you.” He murmured, hips finding a new pace, slower and sweeter, lovemakers pace not fuckers pace, slow and delicate and opening Lando up to him, finding every inch inside him, totally filling him up with Karl’s cock as Orlando’s legs wound around his waist.
Karl found his heart in heaven and his body floating along on a breezy cloud of love, he moved so slowly, so delicately and yet every movement filled him with this ache, the overwhelming need to bring Lando over the edge with him, to make him cum.
One hand unwrapped itself, curled between bodies, found trapped flesh and enveloped it, moved it slowly in rhythm with bodies, knowing it wouldn’t take too much more to make either of them cum.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 25/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes.’
Peter Gabriel: Only us.
Oh, this was.
Slow. This was *slow,* and suddenly, instead of feeling sheer
friction and sexburning-soulfucking Urban, he was. Was.
Was feeling the whisper of Urban's lips painting words hot across the
soft parts of his neck. Words, but words were.... not... important.
Because this was something slow and, Christ, so painfully,
beautifully gentle, and Orlando was biting his lip, was arching and
pushing like music against Urban. Under Urban's fingertips on his
shoulder, Urban, who owned him, who. Owned. Mmmm, everything.
Urban, who Orlando wanted to -- to please, to... to... *Yes.* Urban's
pulse inside him, feeling Urban pushing... mmm, oh. Against... every
*inch*... of... every... every--
Everything suddenly slipped, went vague. Bleared and blurry and
detached; the feeling of warm sheets under his shoulderblades, and
the faint impression that he -- he, Orlando -- oughtn't really be
able to bend quite like this, and the slip of sweat as Urban's
fingers went from clenched to soft and then clenched again. Twitch,
as Urban's other hand curved around and between, and--
Oh, fuck. This was slow, and sweet, and closing over Orlando's head
too, too quickly. And Orlando bucked hard, shoved his hips into
Urban's hand and swore (almost an afterthought) and nuzzled at
Urban's face, wanting those eyes open and focused and not fixed so
far away -- wanting to look into the eyes of the man who... who owned
him. Orlando's owner, yes, mmm, and--
*Fuck,* Orlando was, was-- and... light, and fuck seeing, because
everything was white, suddenly, and he could feel it curling and
spreading in his chest, and he was arching and shaking and fingers
clenched in Urban's hair or in the bedsheets or in nothing but warm
air, or maybe all, and this *was* all, and *all* Orlando wanted was
to take Urban with him, tried to grab and bring Urban along but
couldn't move, couldn't-- could only scream, scream throat-raw love
against into Urban's neck, and shake, and shake, as light
explodeseared through him.
Urban's light.
~~~~~~
And so Karl found his eyelids sliding open, found deeply brown eyes
gazing up and meeting his, transfixing his. And he knew, knew beyond
doubt that he owned this one, this playtoy, this princeling, this one
of lurid shirt wearing horrendousness, this one who's virginity was
gone now, taken by him. And he knew that this was his, this act was
his, this slowly mind melting, searing press in and draw out, this
knee aching slowness, this spine twisting perfect slide into madness,
this utter perfection.
And he knew also in the dim haze of what used to be his brain that he
not only owned this Orlando beneath him, who he was slipping into and
filling with firm flesh, he not only owned, but he was owned, and
yes, oh god yes, he loved. He loved like he'd never before. It was as
if in just one night his life had been filled up to overbrimmming.
One bet had changed from taking to sharing, from wanting to needing,
from passion to infatuation. And he found that he cared, he'd never
cared before, he'd just taken and used and chucked aside. But this
Orlando that was on his bedsheets and filling his wits, this was so
much more than anything before, it was more than everything before.
And as he leisurely, gradually made love and didn't fuck, he found
that in amazing fascination that he wanted this forever, he was not
willing to even contemplate not having this sensation over again, and
he was ready to do anything to secure this body in his bed and in his
life forever.
And then Orlando's eyes disappeared, and Karl felt the loss in an
instant, the toy was screaming, sounding like his throat was
shattering, into Karl's neck. And Karl turned his head, saw hand, saw
slightly bleeding knuckles and could just about summon up the will
power to find strength to pull the knuckles to his mouth, to take the
middle two and suckle them, fingers gaglike across his mouth.
And his other hand, his hand was curled around flesh, curled around
and sliding up and down upon the most complete feeling of joy,
Lando's cock felt heavy, like lead, but pulsing, Karl could almost
feel the need, the strain, the built up wantingness.
And Karl could feel it too, the back of his neck tingled, arched back
with knuckles still caught in mouth, now wet and bloodless. Orlando's
legs were firm around his waist, holding tight, And Karl arched up,
hand on mattress, pushing, elbow locked, pulling out as far as he
could manage before the sensation of loss drove him mad.
And then he sank, sank his cock deep into Orlando's open wide and wet
and willing hole, sank his hips downwards till balls met cheeks, till
pubes met the hand he was holding around Orlando. And the hand sank
downwards too, one firm stroke after countless slowly soft ones,
designed to smash to smithereens all control either of them had to
hold back. And Karl sucked hard on knuckles, moaned around them
before they dropped from his mouth to Orlando's chest, and he cried
out in complete purity the name of the one he loved.
"Lando! Cum for me my princeling, my bet, my toy...my love."
And he started to feel himself be drawn over into heavenly
completion.
tbc…
Title: Party Animal 26/26
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: 17
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nitika754a@yahoo.com + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not true. At all. *pouts*
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 was written as part of an RPG long ago. Lando belonged to Chelle and Urban belonged to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Thoughts in //…//
‘I'm coming home again, home again
And I hear you calling me home again
I am coming home again.’
Peter Gabriel: Only us.
Orlando felt the words at the same time he felt Urban slamfuck into
him one last time -- felt it from lightyears away and from right.
under. his. *skin.* Christ, fuck. He was nearly sobbing, because
as, for an instant, the light ebbed and gathered in his chest, the
pain came back. Wrapping around him, slipping scarlet down his arms,
curling around his wrists, clenching his fingers into fists, flat
nails digging suddenly into Urban's shoulderblades. Pain,
slickslipping down his legs and dripping down the backs of his
thighs, and he--
Oh.
Oh, *God.* Orlando shivered and, as he felt Urban shudder that Last
Shudder and explode inside him, hot and sticky and shoved up almost
in Orlando's throat, the ball of light exploded in Orlando's chest.
His hands shook and he screamed again -- a choked sound, a wretched,
grateful, glorious sound -- and he felt himself cumming against the
heat of Urban's hand, felt warmth push up between his smooth,
straining stomach and Urban's hard, muscled one; felt his back
arching to the point of breaking and his pulse flying and twining
around Urban's pulse and Urban's breathing, shallow and rough and
soaring and ploughing along with Orlando's as they came together,
Orlando's legs bent and hurting and heels digging little round
bruises into the small of Urban's back. Ecstasy, this--
and gone was the pain, and the scarlet making his hands clench (he
couldn't feel his hands anymorejustnow) and this was wave after wave
of Urban, flooding through him. A hundred times what last night had
been, adrenaline and endorphins singing through his veins and Urban's
face pressed perfect and worshipful and open-mouthed, one cheek
against Orlando's sweaty chest.
Wave after... wave... and Orlando's back gradually not arching
anymore, and the pillows hot and lovely warm beneath him, and the
stickiness already starting to seep down the backs of Orlando's
thighs (or maybe that was just Orlando's imagination) and the strange
little ache in Orlando's sides, and in his stomach, and the burn in
his throat caressing and warm. All muted, and Urban's breathing, and
the sound of two quietly clashing heartbeats.
When he'd sobbed and choked and finally screamed, he might've
screamed Urban, or he might have screamed love. Or, Orlando thought,
he might have screamed nothing at all.
After all (Orlando thought, drifting already on the afterglow) --
Urban had already said it for him.
~~~~~~
This was just utter… complete and utter. And so good Karl thought he must be dead or dying because nothing on earth could ever feel as good as this. The whole world splinttershatterd as he Thrust his last time into the hole he was lovefucking. And as Orlando’s back arched so beautifully Karl let his own head thrust back, neck straining painfully, spine tingling as his cock found it could drive even further into Orlando. So deep as though he never wanted to get out again. And frankly he never did.
And through the dim fuzz that was currently his brain he could hear screams and shouts and cries and begs, and his name, and Orlando’s name, and plea’s and entreaties, and he had no idea which voice box they were coming from, he couldn’t even comprehend that he had a head or limbs or anything other than a groin. Because that was all he was at this instant, this moment of pure heaven and devilish ownership. He was just his groin, just his cock, his balls, his currently pulsing erection, spilling his seed into Orlando’s arse, filling his toy up with stream after stream of heat and saltiness, marking him as his. And there was so much he could feel it spill out, smear away all over the insides of Orlando’s thighs as Karl shallowly pumped the last of his essence in.
But he didn’t want to become removed, he never wanted to lose this awe inspiring, all completing moment of ecstasy. He found himself slumping down as both orgasms became spent. He let down Orlando’s legs, one against the mattress, the other still bent around Karl’s waist so they could still be joined together as one. And he lay down on Orlando, body heavy against the One beneath him, reminding him as ever that he was his, that his lover had no choice but to comply here. And he bent his sweat streaming forehead to Orlando’s neck, and he found he could manage tender kisses of love over skin with damp lips, and he murmured into the skin as his hands found skin to rub, hair to twine around, a face to soothe. He mumbled between each soft kiss, “Love. You. Always. Mine. Never. Forget. You. Complete. Me.” And, most importantly of all, “I’m. Yours.”
And then the effort was too much, and his head slumped down to join his body as a blanket over Orlando’s form. And his cock was still embedded deep, and his groin and thighs were wet with his own cum, and his stomach was wet with Orlando’s cum, and he felt sticky and hot and tingly,
…and for the first time in his entire life, he felt Whole.
Fin.
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