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Fic: Party Animal 17/? Karl/Orlando - NC17
Title: Party Animal 17/?
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 ‘*…*’
‘So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside.’
Peter Gabriel: Washing of the water.
When Orlando came it was all Karl could do to just sit and watch. He held himself back, muscles aching, knowing this act was for a reason, knowing what was to come would be all the better for it. He felt the leg descend to the floor, put his hands out to clasp onto that thigh and the calf of the leg still propped on the bed, just to watch as this new young lover of his exploded his lot over his pale stomach. It was enough to make Karl’s blood sing with the same resonance.
And then when the jerking was over and the shuddering started Karl knew it was time for action again. He reached one hand up, smeared fingers into Orlando’s fresh cum on his stomach and wrapped his fingers around his own cock, then scooped the rest up and smothered it over the hole infront of him, muscles still clenched from orgasm state.
Wiping his hand on the bedsheet Karl took hold of the other leg and lowered it to the floor, kneeling between the opened thighs for a moment to look hungrily on this pretty young man he was about to fuck senseless, eyes wandering over the open face, flushed with emotion, sweat beading slightly. And then he knelt back, pulled Orlando roughly by his waist of the edge of the bed and flipped him so his face was buried in the hot crumpled sheets, knees on the floor and Karl knocked his thighs apart wantonly so he was open and ready for him. He leant over the body, his dripping cock nudging against the backs of thighs and pulled his Elf Prince’s hands up, clasping wrists together on the bed above where his head lay. Pushing them once into the mattress in an order to stay, words beyond him.
And then he knelt back, admired the view of tight virgin arse, lubed with its own cum and still shaking from orgasm. He held the cheeks apart roughly, a silent grin on one side of his face, lips curling, eyes dark as night with heady desire.
And he could not resist.
So he didn’t.
He started to push his solid length inside the waiting hole, slipping it in inch by hard thick inch, muscles tensed in his thighs, trying to go as slow as he could, trying to do it right so his toy would not break. He cold hear the skin sliding into hole, feel the muscles clench tight around him, hear the strain on the voice from the chest infront of him, heard the grunts from his own, trying to hold back, to elongate the momentary bliss.
Then he was in. Sheathed in tight hotness, he could feel Orlando’s muscles deep inside, forming tight around the whole length of his cock, his balls pushing against Orlando’s own, scratchy hairs twining together. He knelt on the carpet and felt nothing but his groin. Was nothing but his cock for a few seconds, was the taker of virginity and the taker of a soul. Owned this one forever more.
“Mine Orlando. You are mine, I won you. Never forget that. And *never* forget this”
He pulled out, thighs aching already and slid so only the tip was still enveloped in heat. He waited till the quivering below him stopped, And then slid home, home where he belonged now, inside this one of his that held him so tight, that felt so unnervingly right.
//Home at last.//
~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't say a word -- couldn't moan, couldn't whimper,
couldn't make a single noise. Every muscle trembling, wrists crossed
and burning, laid out on the blankets in the empty air but tingling
as surely as if Urban had cuffed him down. Face turned sideways,
mouth open into the blankets. The smell of Urban, seeping through
his skin.
Back tensed and shuddered as another inch pushed in, making Orlando's
eyes ache. And he couldn't breathe, couldn't see -- hurt, deep down,
every inch of him pained. Could feel Urban in his marrow. Could
feel Urban on every inch of his skin. Urban in his veins.
Urban fucking him slowly-slowly, and--
Oh, goddamn mother fucking *Christ,* that was another inch. Two
inches. Three... Orlando couldn't tell anymore; red fell over his
eyes and he closed them, jaw aching. Wrist-tingle. Carpet pressing
into his knees, hips being ground slowly into the corner of the bed.
Sweat beading at his temples, across his shoulder blades, cold in the
empty air.
And then, suddenly, Urban was still. Orlando felt full, could feel
Urban in his throat, his stomach, and his eyes were watering.
Stinging, and he squeezed them shut. Light-headed, world rocking.
Could hear Urban's voice, in the full, burning silence. "Mine
Orlando." Urban's voice, rolling over him like steam. "You are
mine, I won you. Never forget that." //Never forget... Christ help me...//
Falling, velvet and lust and every colour Orlando had ever imagined.
"And never forget this..."
Sudden suction, emptiness, hurt again as Urban pulled out, pulled out
until Orlando's hips were shrinking away, knowing what had to come
and not wanting it, not wanting this, *Christ,* please, no, no more--
And then, suddenly, the world was exploding into all the colours of
Urban's voice, and Orlando screamed, pain melting and blossoming into
Technicolor need on the backs of his eyelids. Never forget this.
Echoes of Urban, and Orlando screamed, hands clenching in the
blankets but staying crossed over his head, back arching, hips
pushing hard, taking Urban's cock deeper. Instinctive; reflexive;
desperate. Star-flash, fireworks. Never forget this. Screaming,
throat raw -- choking off suddenly into gasps and sobs and "please,"
and "Christ" and "*Urban*," face buried in the blankets. Stomach-
heaving wave of ecstasy. Never forget this. Sweat stinging closed
eyes, and creeping down his neck. The sound of Urban breathing, and
the feeling of Urban's pulse *in* Orlando, inside him. Part of him.
Owned, falling-- fallen. Lost. Fucking Christ, it was tearing him
apart, burning from the inside out, and Orlando never wanted it to
stop. Never, never, never, never, never, never, *never* forget this.
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 ‘*…*’
‘So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside.’
Peter Gabriel: Washing of the water.
When Orlando came it was all Karl could do to just sit and watch. He held himself back, muscles aching, knowing this act was for a reason, knowing what was to come would be all the better for it. He felt the leg descend to the floor, put his hands out to clasp onto that thigh and the calf of the leg still propped on the bed, just to watch as this new young lover of his exploded his lot over his pale stomach. It was enough to make Karl’s blood sing with the same resonance.
And then when the jerking was over and the shuddering started Karl knew it was time for action again. He reached one hand up, smeared fingers into Orlando’s fresh cum on his stomach and wrapped his fingers around his own cock, then scooped the rest up and smothered it over the hole infront of him, muscles still clenched from orgasm state.
Wiping his hand on the bedsheet Karl took hold of the other leg and lowered it to the floor, kneeling between the opened thighs for a moment to look hungrily on this pretty young man he was about to fuck senseless, eyes wandering over the open face, flushed with emotion, sweat beading slightly. And then he knelt back, pulled Orlando roughly by his waist of the edge of the bed and flipped him so his face was buried in the hot crumpled sheets, knees on the floor and Karl knocked his thighs apart wantonly so he was open and ready for him. He leant over the body, his dripping cock nudging against the backs of thighs and pulled his Elf Prince’s hands up, clasping wrists together on the bed above where his head lay. Pushing them once into the mattress in an order to stay, words beyond him.
And then he knelt back, admired the view of tight virgin arse, lubed with its own cum and still shaking from orgasm. He held the cheeks apart roughly, a silent grin on one side of his face, lips curling, eyes dark as night with heady desire.
And he could not resist.
So he didn’t.
He started to push his solid length inside the waiting hole, slipping it in inch by hard thick inch, muscles tensed in his thighs, trying to go as slow as he could, trying to do it right so his toy would not break. He cold hear the skin sliding into hole, feel the muscles clench tight around him, hear the strain on the voice from the chest infront of him, heard the grunts from his own, trying to hold back, to elongate the momentary bliss.
Then he was in. Sheathed in tight hotness, he could feel Orlando’s muscles deep inside, forming tight around the whole length of his cock, his balls pushing against Orlando’s own, scratchy hairs twining together. He knelt on the carpet and felt nothing but his groin. Was nothing but his cock for a few seconds, was the taker of virginity and the taker of a soul. Owned this one forever more.
“Mine Orlando. You are mine, I won you. Never forget that. And *never* forget this”
He pulled out, thighs aching already and slid so only the tip was still enveloped in heat. He waited till the quivering below him stopped, And then slid home, home where he belonged now, inside this one of his that held him so tight, that felt so unnervingly right.
//Home at last.//
~~~~~~~
Orlando couldn't say a word -- couldn't moan, couldn't whimper,
couldn't make a single noise. Every muscle trembling, wrists crossed
and burning, laid out on the blankets in the empty air but tingling
as surely as if Urban had cuffed him down. Face turned sideways,
mouth open into the blankets. The smell of Urban, seeping through
his skin.
Back tensed and shuddered as another inch pushed in, making Orlando's
eyes ache. And he couldn't breathe, couldn't see -- hurt, deep down,
every inch of him pained. Could feel Urban in his marrow. Could
feel Urban on every inch of his skin. Urban in his veins.
Urban fucking him slowly-slowly, and--
Oh, goddamn mother fucking *Christ,* that was another inch. Two
inches. Three... Orlando couldn't tell anymore; red fell over his
eyes and he closed them, jaw aching. Wrist-tingle. Carpet pressing
into his knees, hips being ground slowly into the corner of the bed.
Sweat beading at his temples, across his shoulder blades, cold in the
empty air.
And then, suddenly, Urban was still. Orlando felt full, could feel
Urban in his throat, his stomach, and his eyes were watering.
Stinging, and he squeezed them shut. Light-headed, world rocking.
Could hear Urban's voice, in the full, burning silence. "Mine
Orlando." Urban's voice, rolling over him like steam. "You are
mine, I won you. Never forget that." //Never forget... Christ help me...//
Falling, velvet and lust and every colour Orlando had ever imagined.
"And never forget this..."
Sudden suction, emptiness, hurt again as Urban pulled out, pulled out
until Orlando's hips were shrinking away, knowing what had to come
and not wanting it, not wanting this, *Christ,* please, no, no more--
And then, suddenly, the world was exploding into all the colours of
Urban's voice, and Orlando screamed, pain melting and blossoming into
Technicolor need on the backs of his eyelids. Never forget this.
Echoes of Urban, and Orlando screamed, hands clenching in the
blankets but staying crossed over his head, back arching, hips
pushing hard, taking Urban's cock deeper. Instinctive; reflexive;
desperate. Star-flash, fireworks. Never forget this. Screaming,
throat raw -- choking off suddenly into gasps and sobs and "please,"
and "Christ" and "*Urban*," face buried in the blankets. Stomach-
heaving wave of ecstasy. Never forget this. Sweat stinging closed
eyes, and creeping down his neck. The sound of Urban breathing, and
the feeling of Urban's pulse *in* Orlando, inside him. Part of him.
Owned, falling-- fallen. Lost. Fucking Christ, it was tearing him
apart, burning from the inside out, and Orlando never wanted it to
stop. Never, never, never, never, never, never, *never* forget this.
tbc…