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Karl and dougray Scott, Thursday night, December 14th
players only
It's been a month since Harry's birthday, and things seem pretty much back to normal. Harry has been taking it fairly easy while his shoulder heals, and Dougray approves; both as a doctor and as his boy. Just how well Dougray is recovering from the birthday scene, well... that's a bit of a different story.
The guilt is getting to him, and the uncertainty is even worse. He doesn't know whether his responses are off simply because it was the most intense scene he'd ever taken part in, or they're off because of the specific dynamic going on among the three of them, or whether his feelings are in fact not skewed at all, but a perfectly normal reaction. And he's half-terrified to ask Harry, and have his worst fears realized. So when an evening comes along that finds Karl sitting quietly in the living room and Harry out of the loft, Dougray seizes his chance.
He starts the last load of laundry spinning in the dryer - he's done just fine with separating lights from darks, thank you - and goes to seat himself next to Karl on the couch. "Hey, may I bother you for a few?"
"Sure." Karl picks up the remote and mutes the show he's been only partly watching. "What's up?"
"Ummm..." Wandering around naked in winter has definitely taken some getting used to, so Dougray grabs a blanket folded over the sofa's arm and wraps it around himself before meeting Karl's eyes. "Just how badly did we fuck up with Harry?"
Karl does a slight double-take. It's been weeks since the warehouse. "You mean with the birthday scene?"
"Yeah. I mean, he seems okay now, but..." Dougray trails off and shrugs. "Did we cross a line?"
Fuck. Karl rubs his hands over his face. It's one hell of a question and he's not entirely sure how to answer. Finally he shrugs. "If you play on the edge, which is what we were doing, it's not always gonna go right. It's not the first fuck-up we've had and it won't be the last. You just have to learn from them. Try not to make the same fucking mistakes."
Dougray nods, and takes a few moments to think all that through. Seems a pretty serious business to have that kind of risk involved, to be uncertain about whether it'll go well. And it is, which he realizes is what Karl's saying-- that both he and Harry have already internalized that mindset. There's the rub.
"So, ah, no permanent damage done?" he asks. "He truly forgives us?"
"Yeah," Karl nods, giving Dougray a smile. "He truly forgives us." He pauses, watching their boy. "You haven't been worrying about this, have you?"
Near constantly. "A bit," Dougray allows. And he smiles back. "I've never played on that level before," he explains, "so I wasn't certain what a normal reaction would be. Or what would indicate a real problem."
"Well, really in a scene like that, it's not something you need to worry about," Karl says, hating that Dougray's been tormenting himself with this. "I was the one running it and any fuck-up lies on my head, not yours."
That reasoning doesn't quite fly, to Dougray's way of thinking. But he's definitely willing to accept that Karl knows Harry much better than he himself does. Which is the salient point here. "Okay," he says quietly, and relaxes more into the cushions. After another moment's thought, he asks, "Think he'll get us back?"
Karl gives Dougray a look. "He already got me back," he says pointedly, thinking of the week spent basically as Harry's slave.
"Good point." Dougray had been thinking more of underhanded dirty tricks, but it's true that Karl's service had been more stated revenge than plain nursing. "How are your knees?"
Karl chuckles. "They're fine. It's a little higher up that's sore..." he says, eyes glinting with mischief.
Dougray bites his lip and laughs in appreciation. "Lucky for you, you've still got me." It's been a good hierarchy.
"I do, don't I?" Karl murmurs, turning more towards Dougray, a hand reaching for his hip and pulling him closer, his lips pressed warm and soft and dry against the other man's.
"Yeah." Dougray breathes it into the kiss, before parting his lips and licking over Karl's mouth.
"You know... there's a reason we keep you naked," Karl teases, worming a hand beneath Dougray's blanket, blindly seeking bare skin as he deepens the kiss, fully exploring every inch of his lover's mouth.
"Because you're sadists, I know," Dougray whispers when they break for breath. But he's shrugging the blanket aside, baring himself for Karl. At least that seeking hand is warm.
"Sadists?" Karl chuckles, drawing back and pulling Dougray so he's straddling his lap. "Us?" He pinches Dougray's nipples. "What makes you think that?" Gives his cock a light smack.
Dougray winces - more in anticipation of greater than what he's getting - and stifles a groan. "No idea," he murmurs through his grin. "Sir."
"Run upstairs," Karl orders, grinning back. "Get me a plug and a good dozen of the alligator clamps."
To Dougray's way of thinking, any order that starts off with the words 'run upstairs' can't possibly end well; or at least it can't end in a dignified fashion. But a plug and clamps sound very promising, so he focuses on the prize and quickly does as he's told. Very soon he's kneeling on the floor before Karl, offering up the supplies on his palms.
"Good boy," Karl murmurs, taking the items from Dougray and reaching into the couch for the lube he knows he has stashed between the cushions. "Turn around. Over the table."
Thighs spread, knees braced, Dougray leans over the low coffee table. And a thrill shoots through him at feeling so deliciously vulnerable.
Karl slicks the plug thoroughly and presses the tip against Dougray's hole, oh so slowly working it into him. He pauses at the widest part, teasing the skin stretched tight around it with his fingers.
That's enough right there - the way Karl draws out the moment, makes him wait right on the edge - to have Dougray gritting his teeth in pain, frustration. And rocking back in an attempt to force the plug deeper.
"Did I say you could move, boy?" Karl murmurs, giving Dougray a sharp slap on the arse.
Damn it. "No, Sir," Dougray mutters, and braces himself more solidly.
Karl smiles and twists the plug home, making sure the base is seated tight.
Fuck it's good already, that fullness. Dougray thinks of the clamps, yet to come, and has to bite back a whimper of anticipation.
It's tempting to move to the clamps right away but Karl forces himself to take things easy. He runs his hands over Dougray's backside, caressing his hips, arse, thighs, fingers teasing over his balls and along his cleft, pressing the plug in deeper.
No way can Dougray help the whimper this time. Not when Karl's teasing him so expertly. But he forces himself to stay still, his muscles rigid, cock swelling full. "Sir..."
"Yeah?" Karl doesn't stop. Not even for a second. His hands moving to Dougray's balls, his cock, stroking him to full hardness.
"Oh god," Dougray moans, "please..." And here's one of his problems: he's still never quite sure what to ask for at times like this. Not that he really believes it matters.
"Please what?" Karl asks, fastening the first clamp to the loose skin of Dougray's balls.
"Fuck!" Dougray hisses at the sharp pinch to sensitive skin, and it takes a moment before he can relax again. As relaxed as he's going to get just yet, anyway. "Please more," he whispers. That's the one.
Karl smiles. Sets one clamp after another around Dougray's balls, careful to leave enough for the rest of his plans.
Dougray winces, tries to hold back the pitiful whimpers. Fuck, that hurts. His arms lock against the table, holding him steady as he waits for Karl to finish. Waits for him to make it good again.
"Up a bit," Karl says, standing and reaching under Dougray to clamp both nipples. He sits back down, pulls a bit of loose skin from the shaft of Dougray's cock and places the last two clamps there.
All dressed up and nowhere to go, Dougray thinks randomly. Anything to take his mind off the pain surging through him.
"You're awfully quiet," Karl murmurs, pulling the plug almost free before twisting it deep once again.
Not anymore, not when Karl does that. Dougray moans as the plug fills him again, and manages to explain, "I'm... adjusting, Sir."
Karl makes a soft sound of acknowledgement, this time actually pulling the plug free for a good ten second count before shoving it back in, nice and hard and deep. "Adjusting..." He chuckles. "And here I am, trying to keep you on your toes."
"Fuck," Dougray bites out, rocking forward against the table. "Just wishful thinking anyway," he mutters, panting as his hole clenches around the plug.
Karl grins. "Christ, you look good like this." He spreads Dougray's cheeks with his hands, thumbs rubbing over the skin stretched tight around the plug.
Ohhh, that's good, and Dougray moans as heat rushes through him. "Good enough to fuck?" It's worth a try.
"Maybe," Karl says, drawing the word out. He slips one hand around Dougray's cock, clamps between his fingers as he squeezes lightly, his other hand playing with the clamps on Dougray's balls. Brushing them back and forth.
That's it, what Dougray's been waiting for, and he can't help the slight hitch of his hips as he rocks into Karl's hands, every biting caress thrilling through him. "Please, Sir," he whispers, "more."
Fucking hell. Karl squeezes tighter and twists the clamps this time. Testing Dougray's response.
Dougray whimpers and jerks at the sharp pain, moans at the sweetness following in its wake. "Bloody fuck you're good at this," he mumbles, not like it'll be news to Karl or anything.
"You think so?" Karl slaps Dougray's cock.
Yelping is so unmanly. Good thing Dougray's getting used to it. "Yes, Sir," he grits out.
Karl grins. He slaps Dougray's cock harder then grips it tight in his hand, thumb rubbing roughly over the tip, into the slit.
Moaning, Dougray bucks into Karl's hand, and a warning flares in his mind. "Please," he gasps, "too close."
Any other time Karl would go ahead and push but keeping in mind Dougray's still recent punishment, he sits back, hands off for a minute or two. "Get yourself under control."
It's a bittersweet relief, and Dougray winces when Karl backs off. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, feeling like he should. But then he's focusing, searching for control until he feels like he can take a bit more, and gradually tension eases out of his muscles. For now.
"Don't be," Karl says. "I'd rather have you ask me to back off then risk fucking up again." When Dougray's ready, he leans down, kissing his tailbone. "Love you," he whispers, feeling it more suddenly and acutely than he ever has before.
Dougray still isn't used to hearing that - has certainly never before heard it at a time quite like this - and his shoulders instantly go rigid again. And he despises himself for it. "Love me enough to fuck me through this table?" he asks, trying to cover for his idiotic reaction.
Karl sits back. "No. Love you more than that," he says once he's over the surprise of Dougray's reaction. "Love you enough to keep tormenting you until you can't take it any longer and then fuck you through the table."
"That's not going to take long," Dougray says, and laughs quietly. His stamina is better than it was when he first moved in, definitely. But he'll never be the perfect sub who can take anything without cracking. He grins, but doesn't quite dare to look over his shoulder at Karl. "Promise to fix me if you break me, Sir?"
"Always," Karl nods, hands playing with the clamps again, twisting one - on his shaft - clear off.
"Fuck!" Dougray gasps and jerks back against Karl, shuddering with pain, his cock on fire.
Karl rubs over the spot, intensifying the pain, his other hand on Dougray's hip, holding him still.
Dougray whines, and tries to bite back the babbled litany of "Ow ow ow ow!" Instinctively he clutches at the plug buried in him, a quick shock of pleasure racing up his spine and confusing his responses even further.
One more, Karl thinks, twisting the second clamp off. He'll leave the ones on Dougray's balls and nipples, but he wants his cock free.
There aren't even any words this time, just a desperate groan as Dougray digs his teeth into his lower lip. Through the blur some last sane part of his mind is piping up and suggesting that now would be a good time to beg Karl to stop, but he doesn't want to do that. He wants to trust.
"Good boy," Karl murmurs, rubbing his hands over Dougray's backside before unfastening his jeans, his cock pulled out and a condom rolled on. He unscrews the plug from Dougray's body and sits forward, lining up and pushing in with a low groan.
Dougray moans, and barely catches himself before he just melts onto the table. "Ohh god, thank you Sir," he murmurs, pushing back against the delicious slide of Karl inside him.
Karl grins, gripping Dougray's hips in his hands and pulling him onto his cock. "You're very welcome," he murmurs, groaning at the tight clench of Dougray's body around him. Christ. "Go ahead," he says, stilling. "Fuck yourself on me."
Yes. The instant the words register, Dougray is in motion. He pulls forward, getting a good grip on the coffee table once more. Then he's using it as leverage to shove himself back, quickly working up to the pace he needs, the hard fuck he's been craving through all this torment.
Dougray fucking himself on him frees Karl's hands. Gives him the ability to reach under and fondle Dougray's cock, rake his fingers over the clamps.
"Fuck yes!" Now it's perfect, every pinch of the clamps sizzling pleasure up Dougray's spine, his ass slamming against Karl's thighs as he fills himself again and again.
Karl groans low in his chest, cock throbbing hard as Dougray takes over, fucking himself every bit as roughly as Karl would. "Good boy," he murmurs, continuing to play with the clamps as he wraps his other hand around Dougray's cock, stroking him tightly.
"God, Sir, thank you thank you," Dougray mutters, shuddering as Karl builds his arousal to a fever-pitch. And then abruptly the tune changes. "Fuck, please!"
"Please what, boy?" Karl demands, surprised he can still manage to insist on an answer, he's so fucking close himself.
Dougray gasps as he shoves back again, clenches hard. "Please let me come for you, Sir!"
"Go ahead," Karl grins, riding the edge as he gives Dougray's cock a couple more strokes, fingers twisting the clamps as hard as he can without pulling them off. "Paint my hand with it."
Those vicious shocks of pain are more than Dougray can take; coupled with permission, they're perfectly sharp bliss. He howls wordlessly, mind whiting out and leaving him with nothing but sensation, his body shuddering around Karl's cock.
Hot heated pulses splash Karl's fingers, his cock squeezed almost vise-like by Dougray's body. That's all it takes. He's coming hard himself, emptying every last drop into the latex between them and silently cursing it. Christ.
Groaning, Dougray slumps over the coffee table. He's grateful for the support, sure that otherwise he'd be a puddle on the floor.
"God..." Karl shudders, finally releasing his hold on Dougray's cock. He pulls back, letting himself slip from Dougray's body. "I'm going to take these off," the only warning he gives before quickly removing the rest of the clamps.
"Mmh." Dougray barely twitches, wincing just a little as blood rushes back to fill pinched tissues. Drowning in endorphins as he is, the Queen could probably walk in right now and he wouldn't even jump. "Thanks."
Karl chuckles. "You're very welcome," he says, sitting back. "You planning on staying there or you gonna come sit with me?"
Well, since it's on offer... Sighing a little, Dougray pushes to his feet and then collapses onto the couch. Where he immediately curls up next to Karl so that he can get back to melting.
"You can put your head on my lap if you want," Karl offers, pulling the blanket back down over Dougray.
Dougray's brow furrows. "I don't cuddle," he points out. Harry has accused him of it in the past, but surely the man's wrong. And Dougray's still stubbornly thinking that to himself as he lies down and pillows his head on Karl's thigh.
"I'll keep that in mind," Karl murmurs, amused, running his hand through Dougray's hair as he picks up the remote and turns the sound back on.
[feedback welcome. all comments screened]
dougray Scott, Thursday night, December 14thplayers only
It's been a month since Harry's birthday, and things seem pretty much back to normal. Harry has been taking it fairly easy while his shoulder heals, and Dougray approves; both as a doctor and as his boy. Just how well Dougray is recovering from the birthday scene, well... that's a bit of a different story.
The guilt is getting to him, and the uncertainty is even worse. He doesn't know whether his responses are off simply because it was the most intense scene he'd ever taken part in, or they're off because of the specific dynamic going on among the three of them, or whether his feelings are in fact not skewed at all, but a perfectly normal reaction. And he's half-terrified to ask Harry, and have his worst fears realized. So when an evening comes along that finds Karl sitting quietly in the living room and Harry out of the loft, Dougray seizes his chance.
He starts the last load of laundry spinning in the dryer - he's done just fine with separating lights from darks, thank you - and goes to seat himself next to Karl on the couch. "Hey, may I bother you for a few?"
"Sure." Karl picks up the remote and mutes the show he's been only partly watching. "What's up?"
"Ummm..." Wandering around naked in winter has definitely taken some getting used to, so Dougray grabs a blanket folded over the sofa's arm and wraps it around himself before meeting Karl's eyes. "Just how badly did we fuck up with Harry?"
Karl does a slight double-take. It's been weeks since the warehouse. "You mean with the birthday scene?"
"Yeah. I mean, he seems okay now, but..." Dougray trails off and shrugs. "Did we cross a line?"
Fuck. Karl rubs his hands over his face. It's one hell of a question and he's not entirely sure how to answer. Finally he shrugs. "If you play on the edge, which is what we were doing, it's not always gonna go right. It's not the first fuck-up we've had and it won't be the last. You just have to learn from them. Try not to make the same fucking mistakes."
Dougray nods, and takes a few moments to think all that through. Seems a pretty serious business to have that kind of risk involved, to be uncertain about whether it'll go well. And it is, which he realizes is what Karl's saying-- that both he and Harry have already internalized that mindset. There's the rub.
"So, ah, no permanent damage done?" he asks. "He truly forgives us?"
"Yeah," Karl nods, giving Dougray a smile. "He truly forgives us." He pauses, watching their boy. "You haven't been worrying about this, have you?"
Near constantly. "A bit," Dougray allows. And he smiles back. "I've never played on that level before," he explains, "so I wasn't certain what a normal reaction would be. Or what would indicate a real problem."
"Well, really in a scene like that, it's not something you need to worry about," Karl says, hating that Dougray's been tormenting himself with this. "I was the one running it and any fuck-up lies on my head, not yours."
That reasoning doesn't quite fly, to Dougray's way of thinking. But he's definitely willing to accept that Karl knows Harry much better than he himself does. Which is the salient point here. "Okay," he says quietly, and relaxes more into the cushions. After another moment's thought, he asks, "Think he'll get us back?"
Karl gives Dougray a look. "He already got me back," he says pointedly, thinking of the week spent basically as Harry's slave.
"Good point." Dougray had been thinking more of underhanded dirty tricks, but it's true that Karl's service had been more stated revenge than plain nursing. "How are your knees?"
Karl chuckles. "They're fine. It's a little higher up that's sore..." he says, eyes glinting with mischief.
Dougray bites his lip and laughs in appreciation. "Lucky for you, you've still got me." It's been a good hierarchy.
"I do, don't I?" Karl murmurs, turning more towards Dougray, a hand reaching for his hip and pulling him closer, his lips pressed warm and soft and dry against the other man's.
"Yeah." Dougray breathes it into the kiss, before parting his lips and licking over Karl's mouth.
"You know... there's a reason we keep you naked," Karl teases, worming a hand beneath Dougray's blanket, blindly seeking bare skin as he deepens the kiss, fully exploring every inch of his lover's mouth.
"Because you're sadists, I know," Dougray whispers when they break for breath. But he's shrugging the blanket aside, baring himself for Karl. At least that seeking hand is warm.
"Sadists?" Karl chuckles, drawing back and pulling Dougray so he's straddling his lap. "Us?" He pinches Dougray's nipples. "What makes you think that?" Gives his cock a light smack.
Dougray winces - more in anticipation of greater than what he's getting - and stifles a groan. "No idea," he murmurs through his grin. "Sir."
"Run upstairs," Karl orders, grinning back. "Get me a plug and a good dozen of the alligator clamps."
To Dougray's way of thinking, any order that starts off with the words 'run upstairs' can't possibly end well; or at least it can't end in a dignified fashion. But a plug and clamps sound very promising, so he focuses on the prize and quickly does as he's told. Very soon he's kneeling on the floor before Karl, offering up the supplies on his palms.
"Good boy," Karl murmurs, taking the items from Dougray and reaching into the couch for the lube he knows he has stashed between the cushions. "Turn around. Over the table."
Thighs spread, knees braced, Dougray leans over the low coffee table. And a thrill shoots through him at feeling so deliciously vulnerable.
Karl slicks the plug thoroughly and presses the tip against Dougray's hole, oh so slowly working it into him. He pauses at the widest part, teasing the skin stretched tight around it with his fingers.
That's enough right there - the way Karl draws out the moment, makes him wait right on the edge - to have Dougray gritting his teeth in pain, frustration. And rocking back in an attempt to force the plug deeper.
"Did I say you could move, boy?" Karl murmurs, giving Dougray a sharp slap on the arse.
Damn it. "No, Sir," Dougray mutters, and braces himself more solidly.
Karl smiles and twists the plug home, making sure the base is seated tight.
Fuck it's good already, that fullness. Dougray thinks of the clamps, yet to come, and has to bite back a whimper of anticipation.
It's tempting to move to the clamps right away but Karl forces himself to take things easy. He runs his hands over Dougray's backside, caressing his hips, arse, thighs, fingers teasing over his balls and along his cleft, pressing the plug in deeper.
No way can Dougray help the whimper this time. Not when Karl's teasing him so expertly. But he forces himself to stay still, his muscles rigid, cock swelling full. "Sir..."
"Yeah?" Karl doesn't stop. Not even for a second. His hands moving to Dougray's balls, his cock, stroking him to full hardness.
"Oh god," Dougray moans, "please..." And here's one of his problems: he's still never quite sure what to ask for at times like this. Not that he really believes it matters.
"Please what?" Karl asks, fastening the first clamp to the loose skin of Dougray's balls.
"Fuck!" Dougray hisses at the sharp pinch to sensitive skin, and it takes a moment before he can relax again. As relaxed as he's going to get just yet, anyway. "Please more," he whispers. That's the one.
Karl smiles. Sets one clamp after another around Dougray's balls, careful to leave enough for the rest of his plans.
Dougray winces, tries to hold back the pitiful whimpers. Fuck, that hurts. His arms lock against the table, holding him steady as he waits for Karl to finish. Waits for him to make it good again.
"Up a bit," Karl says, standing and reaching under Dougray to clamp both nipples. He sits back down, pulls a bit of loose skin from the shaft of Dougray's cock and places the last two clamps there.
All dressed up and nowhere to go, Dougray thinks randomly. Anything to take his mind off the pain surging through him.
"You're awfully quiet," Karl murmurs, pulling the plug almost free before twisting it deep once again.
Not anymore, not when Karl does that. Dougray moans as the plug fills him again, and manages to explain, "I'm... adjusting, Sir."
Karl makes a soft sound of acknowledgement, this time actually pulling the plug free for a good ten second count before shoving it back in, nice and hard and deep. "Adjusting..." He chuckles. "And here I am, trying to keep you on your toes."
"Fuck," Dougray bites out, rocking forward against the table. "Just wishful thinking anyway," he mutters, panting as his hole clenches around the plug.
Karl grins. "Christ, you look good like this." He spreads Dougray's cheeks with his hands, thumbs rubbing over the skin stretched tight around the plug.
Ohhh, that's good, and Dougray moans as heat rushes through him. "Good enough to fuck?" It's worth a try.
"Maybe," Karl says, drawing the word out. He slips one hand around Dougray's cock, clamps between his fingers as he squeezes lightly, his other hand playing with the clamps on Dougray's balls. Brushing them back and forth.
That's it, what Dougray's been waiting for, and he can't help the slight hitch of his hips as he rocks into Karl's hands, every biting caress thrilling through him. "Please, Sir," he whispers, "more."
Fucking hell. Karl squeezes tighter and twists the clamps this time. Testing Dougray's response.
Dougray whimpers and jerks at the sharp pain, moans at the sweetness following in its wake. "Bloody fuck you're good at this," he mumbles, not like it'll be news to Karl or anything.
"You think so?" Karl slaps Dougray's cock.
Yelping is so unmanly. Good thing Dougray's getting used to it. "Yes, Sir," he grits out.
Karl grins. He slaps Dougray's cock harder then grips it tight in his hand, thumb rubbing roughly over the tip, into the slit.
Moaning, Dougray bucks into Karl's hand, and a warning flares in his mind. "Please," he gasps, "too close."
Any other time Karl would go ahead and push but keeping in mind Dougray's still recent punishment, he sits back, hands off for a minute or two. "Get yourself under control."
It's a bittersweet relief, and Dougray winces when Karl backs off. "I'm sorry," he apologizes, feeling like he should. But then he's focusing, searching for control until he feels like he can take a bit more, and gradually tension eases out of his muscles. For now.
"Don't be," Karl says. "I'd rather have you ask me to back off then risk fucking up again." When Dougray's ready, he leans down, kissing his tailbone. "Love you," he whispers, feeling it more suddenly and acutely than he ever has before.
Dougray still isn't used to hearing that - has certainly never before heard it at a time quite like this - and his shoulders instantly go rigid again. And he despises himself for it. "Love me enough to fuck me through this table?" he asks, trying to cover for his idiotic reaction.
Karl sits back. "No. Love you more than that," he says once he's over the surprise of Dougray's reaction. "Love you enough to keep tormenting you until you can't take it any longer and then fuck you through the table."
"That's not going to take long," Dougray says, and laughs quietly. His stamina is better than it was when he first moved in, definitely. But he'll never be the perfect sub who can take anything without cracking. He grins, but doesn't quite dare to look over his shoulder at Karl. "Promise to fix me if you break me, Sir?"
"Always," Karl nods, hands playing with the clamps again, twisting one - on his shaft - clear off.
"Fuck!" Dougray gasps and jerks back against Karl, shuddering with pain, his cock on fire.
Karl rubs over the spot, intensifying the pain, his other hand on Dougray's hip, holding him still.
Dougray whines, and tries to bite back the babbled litany of "Ow ow ow ow!" Instinctively he clutches at the plug buried in him, a quick shock of pleasure racing up his spine and confusing his responses even further.
One more, Karl thinks, twisting the second clamp off. He'll leave the ones on Dougray's balls and nipples, but he wants his cock free.
There aren't even any words this time, just a desperate groan as Dougray digs his teeth into his lower lip. Through the blur some last sane part of his mind is piping up and suggesting that now would be a good time to beg Karl to stop, but he doesn't want to do that. He wants to trust.
"Good boy," Karl murmurs, rubbing his hands over Dougray's backside before unfastening his jeans, his cock pulled out and a condom rolled on. He unscrews the plug from Dougray's body and sits forward, lining up and pushing in with a low groan.
Dougray moans, and barely catches himself before he just melts onto the table. "Ohh god, thank you Sir," he murmurs, pushing back against the delicious slide of Karl inside him.
Karl grins, gripping Dougray's hips in his hands and pulling him onto his cock. "You're very welcome," he murmurs, groaning at the tight clench of Dougray's body around him. Christ. "Go ahead," he says, stilling. "Fuck yourself on me."
Yes. The instant the words register, Dougray is in motion. He pulls forward, getting a good grip on the coffee table once more. Then he's using it as leverage to shove himself back, quickly working up to the pace he needs, the hard fuck he's been craving through all this torment.
Dougray fucking himself on him frees Karl's hands. Gives him the ability to reach under and fondle Dougray's cock, rake his fingers over the clamps.
"Fuck yes!" Now it's perfect, every pinch of the clamps sizzling pleasure up Dougray's spine, his ass slamming against Karl's thighs as he fills himself again and again.
Karl groans low in his chest, cock throbbing hard as Dougray takes over, fucking himself every bit as roughly as Karl would. "Good boy," he murmurs, continuing to play with the clamps as he wraps his other hand around Dougray's cock, stroking him tightly.
"God, Sir, thank you thank you," Dougray mutters, shuddering as Karl builds his arousal to a fever-pitch. And then abruptly the tune changes. "Fuck, please!"
"Please what, boy?" Karl demands, surprised he can still manage to insist on an answer, he's so fucking close himself.
Dougray gasps as he shoves back again, clenches hard. "Please let me come for you, Sir!"
"Go ahead," Karl grins, riding the edge as he gives Dougray's cock a couple more strokes, fingers twisting the clamps as hard as he can without pulling them off. "Paint my hand with it."
Those vicious shocks of pain are more than Dougray can take; coupled with permission, they're perfectly sharp bliss. He howls wordlessly, mind whiting out and leaving him with nothing but sensation, his body shuddering around Karl's cock.
Hot heated pulses splash Karl's fingers, his cock squeezed almost vise-like by Dougray's body. That's all it takes. He's coming hard himself, emptying every last drop into the latex between them and silently cursing it. Christ.
Groaning, Dougray slumps over the coffee table. He's grateful for the support, sure that otherwise he'd be a puddle on the floor.
"God..." Karl shudders, finally releasing his hold on Dougray's cock. He pulls back, letting himself slip from Dougray's body. "I'm going to take these off," the only warning he gives before quickly removing the rest of the clamps.
"Mmh." Dougray barely twitches, wincing just a little as blood rushes back to fill pinched tissues. Drowning in endorphins as he is, the Queen could probably walk in right now and he wouldn't even jump. "Thanks."
Karl chuckles. "You're very welcome," he says, sitting back. "You planning on staying there or you gonna come sit with me?"
Well, since it's on offer... Sighing a little, Dougray pushes to his feet and then collapses onto the couch. Where he immediately curls up next to Karl so that he can get back to melting.
"You can put your head on my lap if you want," Karl offers, pulling the blanket back down over Dougray.
Dougray's brow furrows. "I don't cuddle," he points out. Harry has accused him of it in the past, but surely the man's wrong. And Dougray's still stubbornly thinking that to himself as he lies down and pillows his head on Karl's thigh.
"I'll keep that in mind," Karl murmurs, amused, running his hand through Dougray's hair as he picks up the remote and turns the sound back on.
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