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Fic: Party Animal 18/? Karl/Orlando - NC17
Title: Party Animal 18/?
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 ‘*…*’
‘Can't you see I've lost control I'm getting indiscreet
You're moving in so close 'til I'm picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Slipping sliding into bliss Karl found his eyes slammed shut, brow creased, as he started to fuck this boy, his winnings, the body and soul he owned now and forever more. He tensed hard as hips pulled back again, Orlando’s screams of pain and ecstasy and pure unadulterated bliss slid through into his chest into his heart and coursed through his mind as slowly and surely he rocked backwards and forwards. Fingers digging into hips, keeping still, keeping his plaything’s cock away from the bed, away from friction that might send him over into white encased blackness too soon.
Karl let loose a cry, a grunt, a groan of harmony in tune with this one he was inside of as hips bucked and rocked, never too fast, never too slow just in and out and in and out and driving Orlando wild and making him think only of Karl, //Only ever think of me now, when you close your eyes in sleep, when you blink, when your mind drifts into day dreams, this is what you’ll feel, this is what you’ll see in your mental eye, these are the sounds you will hear, your screams and my grunts, this is what you’ll smell, the scent of your sex and the aroma of my desire. And in those daydreams you will want for more. And you will come to me. I’ll always treat you right. For you are mine, I won you fair and square in the bet and I will never give you up, not for anything.//
Hands moved from hips to small of back as the rocking hips and ever tensing thighs continued their journey back and forth, tempo never changing, just boring into and sucking out of. Heels of palms dug into coccyx, pressing downwards, angling his cock down into secret spot of pure pleasure, sweeping over it inside on some thrusts, missing it accompanied by moans on others. And palms dug in, pushed up along spine ridge, up to shoulder blades, wrapping over to pull upwards, arching the back, stomach pressing down into the bed, then leaning down as pushing in and stilling all motion but a small sway to stoke the fires anew.
Placing small kisses onto shoulder skin, over spine and fingers releasing, finding face, turning towards, kisses to tired brow and weary dry lips, making them wet and filling with tongue. Then up and away and grinding resuming and quickening as hands travelled back down spine, thighs unclenching, one hand fitting around Orlando’s cock like it belonged there, like it was his own and moving, never fast enough, just enough to bring so close to the edge as to be able to smell but never taste, and holding him there, not letting him go, not giving him release desired so strong as flames flicked and smouldered but never caught alight.
Then hips increased pace, became unpredictable in their thrusts, sweat dripped from Karl’s hair down onto Orlando’s glistening shaky skin as he looked down on the perfect sight before him, his cock embedded into sweet flesh, pulling and slamming and drawing out to sheath again, spare hand on hip bone, steadying, holding his toy up, and his buttocks unclenched, thighs trembled with held back lust and he could not hold onto sanity any longer, had to fall and fall soon, had to bring this one with him, had to become unison in time, together as if they’d never come apart.
He felt the familiar ache start deep inside him, knew this would take no more than a few more hard pushes and sped up his wrist, at last giving Orlando what he wanted, what he ached deep for. His own hips thrust hard, hitting down onto sweet spot over and over to drive wild, the ring of pleasure surrounding him began to tremble, showed him how close Orlando was.
“Cum now Orlando, cum with me like you ache to. Become a part of me as I become a part of you.” His words spilled and his thighs shuddered, cock spasming as new white joy descended onto him, through him and into Orlando, filling the young man with his seed as it coursed through Karl’s body and Orlando’s name flew through the air on a mighty cry. Hips juddered onto Orlando’s slick skin and fingers gripped hard and jerked fast till screams and cries abated and spasming stilled and stopped.
Karl’s balls ached when all was spent and his head bowed down as if in silent reverence, harsh breaths and trembling of thighs, stilling of hand and shaft as the last pure whiteness flew from it’s tip to fill the cavern in heat and surround his cock in blissful harmony. Through falling lashes all Karl could see was Orlando’s spent body, the sounds of completion still ringing in his ears. And he truly knew this boy, this man was his. Always his. Not something he’d been looking for tonight, but he knew. And it filled his aching spent body with such joy a single bright tear tracked from blinking eyes down cheek and off the end of his chin to join the sweat drips falling onto Orlando’s still joined butt.
“Yours forever more.” A whispered prayer.
~~~~~~~
Orlando gasped as the last of the orgasm that ended and began the
universe ripped through him. Couldn't remember how to breathe --
lungs were refusing to work, were shut down. He half-leaned, half
fell back against Urban, head falling back against Urban's shoulder,
eyes open and staring, glazed, at the ceiling. Finally pulled in a
breath, and it burned. Stitch in his side, like he'd been running.
Dizzy and raw, like he'd been running in the *sun,* in the middle of
summer, with nothing to drink for days and days...
Sweat cooling suddenly, making him shudder. The feeling of Urban,
still inside him... *Christ.* And the man's pulse against his
shoulder blades, and his breathing, rough and hot against Orlando's
jaw. Sweat dripping gently from Urban's chin onto the small of
Orlando's back, sliding down.
Drip. Breath, burn. Heartbeat.
Drip. Shiver.
Orlando's hands had somehow moved from crossed to the edge of the
bed, and now he had to concentrate on each finger to unclench them.
White nails. Tingling.
He moved, without really meaning to -- pulled forward and up and away
from Urban, lungs still aching. Grabbed at the headboard and pulled,
thighs trembling under him. Head swimming. Blinked hard, trying to
clear--
Oh, Christ. He closed his eyes, and for another instant, it was
Urban again -- that blinding, crimson kiss, and fingertips in the
small of his back, ignoring scars and bruising into muscles, and
Orlando hearing Urban's voice through his own skin before he heard it
through the air.
Opened his eyes, pulled himself up. Perched on the edge of the bed,
back curved, head down, panting still. Staring at the floor numbly,
dizzy. Trying to understand exactly what had happened; not meeting
Urban's eyes. Thought he might ought to say something, but couldn't
find the words.
And, too, his throat *hurt* from all the fucking screaming...
~~~~~~
Karl was dazed. First he had slumped, just a little, over his playthings back, tired in exultation and overcome with joy at finding this…This One. And he pushed, The Princeling actually pushed back, pushed till Karl was sitting on his knees, still in Orlando, head resting against head, young man still in his lap. And Karl had tried to grip, tried to hold onto slippery hips but strength was sapped and the toy pulled himself off and…
//Lonely. Why do I suddenly feel so terribly lonely? I never knew this before tonight, never thought such a one as this could bring me to my knees, never thought I’d actually…//
And then the One was gone, and Karl was dazed. Gone and trying to pull himself onto the bed.
//Can’t lose him. Not this one. Can’t let him go, Can’t he see? Can’t he feel he’s with me now?//
And as Orlando tried to grip, to pull himself up Karl saw, saw eyes closed and breath hitched and saw flashing across his Princeling’s face,
//Oh but he does know, he feels, he can see me inside, he can feel my heart beat, he pulses with me when he shuts his eyes, sees me in the redness of his lids. He hears my voice in the air.//
And the young man sat, on the edge, head bowed, fingers twisting, lungs overworking. //He knows he’s with me now, and it scares him, he doesn’t understand yet.//
//But he will.//
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 ‘*…*’
‘Can't you see I've lost control I'm getting indiscreet
You're moving in so close 'til I'm picking up
Picking up this heat, this heat.’
Peter Gabriel: Steam.
Slipping sliding into bliss Karl found his eyes slammed shut, brow creased, as he started to fuck this boy, his winnings, the body and soul he owned now and forever more. He tensed hard as hips pulled back again, Orlando’s screams of pain and ecstasy and pure unadulterated bliss slid through into his chest into his heart and coursed through his mind as slowly and surely he rocked backwards and forwards. Fingers digging into hips, keeping still, keeping his plaything’s cock away from the bed, away from friction that might send him over into white encased blackness too soon.
Karl let loose a cry, a grunt, a groan of harmony in tune with this one he was inside of as hips bucked and rocked, never too fast, never too slow just in and out and in and out and driving Orlando wild and making him think only of Karl, //Only ever think of me now, when you close your eyes in sleep, when you blink, when your mind drifts into day dreams, this is what you’ll feel, this is what you’ll see in your mental eye, these are the sounds you will hear, your screams and my grunts, this is what you’ll smell, the scent of your sex and the aroma of my desire. And in those daydreams you will want for more. And you will come to me. I’ll always treat you right. For you are mine, I won you fair and square in the bet and I will never give you up, not for anything.//
Hands moved from hips to small of back as the rocking hips and ever tensing thighs continued their journey back and forth, tempo never changing, just boring into and sucking out of. Heels of palms dug into coccyx, pressing downwards, angling his cock down into secret spot of pure pleasure, sweeping over it inside on some thrusts, missing it accompanied by moans on others. And palms dug in, pushed up along spine ridge, up to shoulder blades, wrapping over to pull upwards, arching the back, stomach pressing down into the bed, then leaning down as pushing in and stilling all motion but a small sway to stoke the fires anew.
Placing small kisses onto shoulder skin, over spine and fingers releasing, finding face, turning towards, kisses to tired brow and weary dry lips, making them wet and filling with tongue. Then up and away and grinding resuming and quickening as hands travelled back down spine, thighs unclenching, one hand fitting around Orlando’s cock like it belonged there, like it was his own and moving, never fast enough, just enough to bring so close to the edge as to be able to smell but never taste, and holding him there, not letting him go, not giving him release desired so strong as flames flicked and smouldered but never caught alight.
Then hips increased pace, became unpredictable in their thrusts, sweat dripped from Karl’s hair down onto Orlando’s glistening shaky skin as he looked down on the perfect sight before him, his cock embedded into sweet flesh, pulling and slamming and drawing out to sheath again, spare hand on hip bone, steadying, holding his toy up, and his buttocks unclenched, thighs trembled with held back lust and he could not hold onto sanity any longer, had to fall and fall soon, had to bring this one with him, had to become unison in time, together as if they’d never come apart.
He felt the familiar ache start deep inside him, knew this would take no more than a few more hard pushes and sped up his wrist, at last giving Orlando what he wanted, what he ached deep for. His own hips thrust hard, hitting down onto sweet spot over and over to drive wild, the ring of pleasure surrounding him began to tremble, showed him how close Orlando was.
“Cum now Orlando, cum with me like you ache to. Become a part of me as I become a part of you.” His words spilled and his thighs shuddered, cock spasming as new white joy descended onto him, through him and into Orlando, filling the young man with his seed as it coursed through Karl’s body and Orlando’s name flew through the air on a mighty cry. Hips juddered onto Orlando’s slick skin and fingers gripped hard and jerked fast till screams and cries abated and spasming stilled and stopped.
Karl’s balls ached when all was spent and his head bowed down as if in silent reverence, harsh breaths and trembling of thighs, stilling of hand and shaft as the last pure whiteness flew from it’s tip to fill the cavern in heat and surround his cock in blissful harmony. Through falling lashes all Karl could see was Orlando’s spent body, the sounds of completion still ringing in his ears. And he truly knew this boy, this man was his. Always his. Not something he’d been looking for tonight, but he knew. And it filled his aching spent body with such joy a single bright tear tracked from blinking eyes down cheek and off the end of his chin to join the sweat drips falling onto Orlando’s still joined butt.
“Yours forever more.” A whispered prayer.
~~~~~~~
Orlando gasped as the last of the orgasm that ended and began the
universe ripped through him. Couldn't remember how to breathe --
lungs were refusing to work, were shut down. He half-leaned, half
fell back against Urban, head falling back against Urban's shoulder,
eyes open and staring, glazed, at the ceiling. Finally pulled in a
breath, and it burned. Stitch in his side, like he'd been running.
Dizzy and raw, like he'd been running in the *sun,* in the middle of
summer, with nothing to drink for days and days...
Sweat cooling suddenly, making him shudder. The feeling of Urban,
still inside him... *Christ.* And the man's pulse against his
shoulder blades, and his breathing, rough and hot against Orlando's
jaw. Sweat dripping gently from Urban's chin onto the small of
Orlando's back, sliding down.
Drip. Breath, burn. Heartbeat.
Drip. Shiver.
Orlando's hands had somehow moved from crossed to the edge of the
bed, and now he had to concentrate on each finger to unclench them.
White nails. Tingling.
He moved, without really meaning to -- pulled forward and up and away
from Urban, lungs still aching. Grabbed at the headboard and pulled,
thighs trembling under him. Head swimming. Blinked hard, trying to
clear--
Oh, Christ. He closed his eyes, and for another instant, it was
Urban again -- that blinding, crimson kiss, and fingertips in the
small of his back, ignoring scars and bruising into muscles, and
Orlando hearing Urban's voice through his own skin before he heard it
through the air.
Opened his eyes, pulled himself up. Perched on the edge of the bed,
back curved, head down, panting still. Staring at the floor numbly,
dizzy. Trying to understand exactly what had happened; not meeting
Urban's eyes. Thought he might ought to say something, but couldn't
find the words.
And, too, his throat *hurt* from all the fucking screaming...
~~~~~~
Karl was dazed. First he had slumped, just a little, over his playthings back, tired in exultation and overcome with joy at finding this…This One. And he pushed, The Princeling actually pushed back, pushed till Karl was sitting on his knees, still in Orlando, head resting against head, young man still in his lap. And Karl had tried to grip, tried to hold onto slippery hips but strength was sapped and the toy pulled himself off and…
//Lonely. Why do I suddenly feel so terribly lonely? I never knew this before tonight, never thought such a one as this could bring me to my knees, never thought I’d actually…//
And then the One was gone, and Karl was dazed. Gone and trying to pull himself onto the bed.
//Can’t lose him. Not this one. Can’t let him go, Can’t he see? Can’t he feel he’s with me now?//
And as Orlando tried to grip, to pull himself up Karl saw, saw eyes closed and breath hitched and saw flashing across his Princeling’s face,
//Oh but he does know, he feels, he can see me inside, he can feel my heart beat, he pulses with me when he shuts his eyes, sees me in the redness of his lids. He hears my voice in the air.//
And the young man sat, on the edge, head bowed, fingers twisting, lungs overworking. //He knows he’s with me now, and it scares him, he doesn’t understand yet.//
//But he will.//
tbc…