 Harry and Karl have a serious talk
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Jan. 29th, 2007 @ 09:14 pm 
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[players only. harry and karl talk about dougray's post.]
"Hey. Put your book down," Karl demands as he stretches out on top of Harry who's lying on the couch reading.
"What?" Harry makes an oof noise when Karl's weight presses down on him. There's no alternative but putting the book aside at that point, lover splayed over his chest, so Harry drops it to the floor. "Hi. Want something?"
"You." Karl grins, kissing Harry on the nose and lips. There's something else on his mind as well but there's no reason to rush.
"Kisses get you my undivided attention, Karl."
"Good." Karl kisses Harry again, this time on the mouth, with tongue. Resolutely ignoring the way his cock stirs in his jeans.
Harry returns that kiss, wriggling a bit against Karl's thigh. "You want sex, gonna have to be more naked."
"Fuck. Don't tempt me." Karl grins. "But I actually meant for us to have a serious talk."
"Uh-oh. What about? You don't start serious talks that often."
"Well, obviously it's not anything bad or I wouldn't be lying here, would I?" Karl kisses Harry again. "The boy. And the lead. Did you read his post the other day?"
Harry nods. He's been wondering when this conversation would come up. "Yeah, read it. Still mulling over the lead. Was surprised he bought it."
"No fucking kidding." Karl slides a little to the side, head on his hand as he smiles down at Harry. "You think we need to change things? Make some new rules or... I don't know, get more formal?"
"Not sure. What new rules? We're already pretty formal, at least far as I can tell."
"Hell if I know," Karl says with a shrug. "It just seems like we should do something. Don't you think?" He's more than happy to leave it alone if Harry thinks things are fine the way they are.
"Yeah, I do. I just don't what." Harry pushes up and back against the couch's arm. "Fuck, Karl, I don't have the answers. I've never been in a formal relationship. You?"
Karl rolls his eyes at Harry. "Well, there's stuff like handfeeding him, keeping him on the floor once he's home, having him use formal voice," he makes a face at that. "I don't know, um, just using the leash on him more. Cock cage. One guy at the club was telling me the other day that he keeps his boy in one all the time. Only lets him out when he's earned his 'reward'."
"Forget that. I like being able to play with his cock and I'm not caging it 24/7," Harry mutters, shaking his head. "Handfeeding sounds good, keeping him on the floor. I like that. Maybe putting the leash on him when he gets home, part of the, uh, ritual?"
"I wasn't saying we had to do it," Karl says. "I was giving suggestions since neither one of us seems to know what the fuck we're doing. And yeah, those sound good. I take it we don't talk to him about this? I mean, in terms of giving him a choice. That we just put them in place?"
"I think that was the reason for the leash. He needs more control, wants it." Harry lays his hand on Karl's hip, slides fingers under his shirt. "We tell him what we're doing, but give him the chance to express an opinion during the talk. I think. About the formal voice, that'd be him talking in third person all the time?"
"Yeah," Karl nods, shifting a little against Harry's touch. "I don't know if I like the idea. You?"
Harry shakes his head slowly. "Not at all. Too confusing. And like hearing the personal begging."
Karl chuckles. "Me too." He grins, leaning in and kissing Harry again. "Speaking of which, it's been a while since you made me beg."
"It has? Hmm. Bad me." Harry grins, slips his hand down over Karl's crotch. "I suppose I could work on it now," he mutters, feigning intense boredom, "since my reading's been interrupted."
"I can always let you go back to your book," Karl says, although he doesn't move, Harry's hand on his cock keeping him right where he is.
"It was boring. Your dick's more interesting." Harry rubs harder, pressing the denim into creases. "I could combine both passions, get you hard and read to you. It's in Russian, though."
"I like it when you read to me," Karl says, groaning as Harry hand moves over him, "but right now, I want your undivided attention." He grinds against Harry's palm, denim growing damp with precome.
Harry pushes Karl up, scoots out from under him. "Strip, then," he says, voice forceful. "I want incentive for attention."
Cock throbbing at the order, Karl kneels up, pulling his shirt over his head and then shucking his jeans.
"Oh, that's better. Now, kneel back near the arm, hand on cock. Show off for me."
Karl leans back, thighs spread wide, and wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking slowly, his eyes on Harry. "Like this?"
"Back could be a bit straighter, boy." Harry smirks. "But the technique's good. Now you have my undivided attention."
Biting back a few choice words - after all, this was his idea - Karl straightens his posture, stroking his cock a little more roughly, thumb rubbing over the slit. "Better?"
Harry bites his lip. God, his lover looks perfect. It makes him remember why exactly he fell in love in the first place. Tantalizing body, quick mind. "It'll do. A bit harder, Karl. Rough up your dick." He grins. "Think this is what Dougray wants? Harsher control?"
Karl fists his cock as roughly as he can, dropping his other hand to squeeze and knead his balls. "Maybe. God, fuck..."
"You want that? Have to beg a bit better." Harry's having too much fun, settling himself back against the couch's pillows, absently unbuttoning his jeans. "We could have the boy ask permission for more things, I guess."
"Like what? Fuck. Please fuck me, Harry," Karl gasps, digging his nails into his balls, the pain slowly slipping him under.
"Uh, like not touching himself," Harry murmurs, fascinated by Karl's fingers working the thick, hard flesh. "Well, except to piss. Don't think he should have to ask permission for that. He seemed to like the cage you had him in. We could do more with that." He tilts his head. "Make him wear a plug. Maybe that's what you need, Karl, 'stead of my cock."
Karl shakes his head. "Want your cock," he says. "Not some fucking piece of latex." Sliding his hand back further, the tip of one finger inside himself.
"You fuck yourself, you're not getting my cock, Karl." Harry uses the reprimanding voice, cutting it slightly with a smile.
"C'mon, Harry." Karl groans but slips his finger back out, returning to kneading his balls and stroking his cock. "I'll be a whole fucking year older by the time I get your cock," he murmurs, deliberately provoking his lover.
"You could use the maturity," Harry teases, pulling his cock out of his jeans. "You want it, come up here and take it."
Karl crawls up Harry's legs, straddles his thighs, hands pulling Harry's cock from his jeans, pressing it to him. "May I?"
"Please do." Harry knows it's going to burn, is looking forward to that. "Make it hurt, Karl."
Spreading himself open with one hand, Karl uses the other to get the head of Harry's cock inside him, his body slowly opening up, slowly accepting the length as he firmly presses downward, cursing softly under his breath.
It's tight, Harry's body clenching immediately. "Need the boy doing this more often, too," he mutters, gripping Karl's hips and pulling him down more. "Feels brilliant."
"Doing what? Fucking himself on you?" Karl groans with pleasure as Harry pulls him down, cock splitting him open.
"Yeah." Harry's voice breaks with a decided moan. "Him fucking on me, you watching. Sounds great." He rocks up as much as he can, tightens his hold. "C'mon, Karl, move."
"I am moving," Karl protests, thigh muscles tensing as he lifts up, Harry's cock just barely still inside him, and drops, hard and fast, taking him right back in.
The right angle, a buck of his hips and clutching Karl's hips, Harry drives his cock deeper as Karl sinks down. "You are, but it could be faster, dear. Harder. You hurting enough?"
"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Karl murmurs, grinning, as he picks up the pace.
Harry chooses to ignore Karl, for the most part, shaking his head slowly as he thrusts up again. It's always like this between them, comfortable banter, playful animosity. Has been since the first date, and Harry wouldn't have it any other way.
Harry's cock catches his prostate at just the right angle and Karl shudders, stilling for a moment, way too fucking close for comfort. "Oh, jesus, Harry. Gonna come."
"That's begging?" Harry teases.
Karl groans, forcing himself to move again. "Please, Harry, god," his hand hovering over his cock. "Please let me come."
"Love it when you deify me." Harry grins, moves his hand down over Karl's fingers. "Go on, come."
"Oh fuck." Karl thrusts into their hands, shoving himself down hard onto Harry's cock, the burn searing right through him. Paints their fingers with ragged spurt after spurt, body clenching tight.
"Hell, yeah, that's good," Harry says, hissing through a breath, momentarily forgetting all about his own needs.
"Want me to keep going?" Karl murmurs.
Harry glares at Karl in the most loving of ways. "I haven't come yet, Karl. Of course I want you to continue."
"That's not what I meant," Karl growls softly, lifting and dropping again and again. "Wasn't sure if you wanted something else."
"Like making you hard again? That's a thought." Harry bites his lip, nearly his tongue. He's damned close to coming, but it's too much fun to hold out another minute.
Karl shoots Harry a playful glare. "Hate to break it to you, lover, but I'm not twenty-five anymore."
Harry thrusts up again, the tightness of Karl's body increasingly more difficult to resist. "Damn. You're getting old. Guess I should just g'head and come then."
"Or take it as a challenge," Karl teases, clenching his ass even tighter around Harry's cock.
"Fuckin' bastard." Harry's breaths are more rapid. Another day, he'll take the challenge. Right now, he wants to come. Hard. Fast. Clutching his lover in every way imaginable, Harry does just that, shooting inside Karl, warmth pulsing back through his body.
"Oh, god, yeah," Karl groans, cock twitching as Harry spurts deep inside him. "That's it."
Harry's in a sweat now, shivering with the rush of orgasm. "We have to talk about the boy more often," he mutters. "It leads to such nice endings
Karl chuckles. "I'll say," he murmurs, sagging slightly against Harry, his body boneless, sated.
"Don't move for a bit," Harry whispers, wrapping his arms up around Karl's shoulders. "Except to get comfortable. Like holding you."
"Like being held," Karl confesses, pressing even closer. He yawns. "I might fall asleep on you though," he warns.
"I know," Harry confides, rubbing his hands down over Karl's back, "and don't mind at all."
"Good." Karl closes his eyes, intending only to rest for a few minutes. "Love you."
"Love you, too," Harry whispers, voice dropping to a hush. "Since the first minute."
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