Karl smiled from his side of the tub, flicked a bit of water at Viggo. "Probably some left-over straight gene that enjoys pussy." "No. I don't think so," Viggo replied seriously, smoothing wet hair back, reddish highlights glinting in the glow of the candles. "I enjoy sucking your cock too much for that." "Viggo..." "Let me demonstrate." Viggo knelt between Karl's spread legs, admiring the long length of Karl's hard, wet cock with his eyes, his hands. Karl shifted restlessly, warm water lapping over the sides of the tub. "Please..." "Shall I tell you how much I love putting it in my mouth, nipping on the head with my teeth?" Viggo ignored Karl's sharp groan, ran practiced, calloused fingers along the outside of Karl's thighs, parting dark hairs with his nails. "Shall I tell you how it feels sliding deep in my throat, hard and hot, filling me until I'm almost choking? Shall I describe for you how much I love rolling my tongue along the skin, licking and tasting?" "Vig..." Viggo ignored Karl's shiver, continued his relentless verbal assault, breath moist, hot in Karl's ear. "Shall I tell you that I love it when you shoot your come down my throat and it's so hot, so wet inside my mouth and I just want to sip it slowly, enjoy the taste of it on my tongue, bathe in it until I'm covered in you?" Karl thumped his head on the hard marble, bit his lower lip hard. "Christ, couldn't you just show me?" "Alright." Viggo lifted Karl's hips, slid down Karl's body, and bent his head, mouth closing over Karl's cock. Hotter than the water lapping around them, swallowed Karl whole, every part of him drowning in liquid sensation. Sweethot fire touching every nerve, each sense so finely attuned to Viggo's every movement that it seemed as if they were the same person, that Viggo was truly inside him, part of him, that it was Karl's own mouth gliding in wet, messy strokes on his cock. Karl's hands twisted, tangled in Viggo's hair -- tanned hands tugging on blond strands -- and lifted his trembling hips even more. Wanted Viggo to swallow him whole, wanted nothing more than his own oblivion inside Viggo's mouth. "Sweet," Viggo murmured, running his tongue along bluish veins, pushing Karl's legs to hook around either side of the tub, lifting his hips even higher. "You taste so sweet on my tongue." "Please..." Karl tugged futilely on Viggo's hair; wasn't finished, wanted more of Viggo's hot mouth on him, surrounding him, wanted to fuck Viggo's mouth, take it, bruise it, wanted choked moans, and low hums of satisfaction, of need. "You beg so sweetly for me, did you know that?" Another swipe of tongue across the head of Karl's cock. "Not just your words, but your entire body pleads." Viggo opened his lips to take the head of Karl's cock in his mouth, sucking expertly. Karl could only groan again, so close to release he could feel the slow burn turn into an inferno threatening to set fire to his every molecule. Viggo seemed to sense this -- or maybe he was simply tired of teasing -- Karl neither knew nor cared. All he cared about were those full lips finally gliding down his length, all he cared about was hitting the back of Viggo's throat, firm teeth scraping lightly along sensitized skin. Karl's sharp shout of release bounced off the walls of the bathroom, reverberated between the both of them, and he spilled into Viggo's greedy, waiting mouth, was swallowed anew, every drop consumed. "Fuck, you taste amazing." Viggo licked his lips, tongue darting out to capture a stray bit of come on the corner of his mouth, closing his eyes in satisfaction. Karl could only groan again, splashing water all over the floor when he unhooked his legs, slid through now lukewarm water to capture Viggo's lips in a full-bodied, deep kiss, sliding his tongue along Viggo's, salty/bitter taste of come heavy between them. "My turn, I think," Karl murmured, wet fingers circling around Viggo's length, devouring Viggo with his eyes. Wanted to capture this moment, this moment, right here, with Viggo's head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure, pale throat gleaming, waiting for Karl's teeth to mark and suckle and bite. "You're so beautiful," he breathed, fist finding a lazy rhythm, hot flesh filling his palm. "So close already, aren't you?" "Karl..." "Hush." Firm teeth closed over Viggo's adam's apple, and Karl twisted his wrist. Felt the shudder throughout Viggo's body, more water splashing carelessly on the floor. "I'm enjoying having you at my mercy." "Always, elskede, " Viggo breathed, light eyes cloudy with need, quivering hands gripping the sides of the tub, fingers slickly searching for purchase. "Love you like this." Karl whispered the words across puckering skin, flicked his tongue along Viggo's jawline, dipped in to taste his dimple. "So hot in the way you surrender." "You --" Breathless gasp when Karl's hand sped up, legs tangling together under cooling water. "Please, Karl..." Karl smiled -- slow, wicked -- ran his tongue along the jut of Viggo's collarbone. "Tell me how you'd like me to pleasure you." Viggo's hips bucked up; his cock twitched and shuddered under Karl's expert touch. Needwantplease -- couldn't form a thought, just wanted. Never knew he could want like this, never knew his body could survive this intense burn that never faded, never waned. He tugged on the back of Karl's head, breathed deeply, inhaled soap and sweat and satisfaction and desire -- all of it underlined with Karl, with this overwhelming need, this living, pulsing thing between them that defied everything, consumed his every moment. "Tell me, love." "Right now you could simply breathe on me and it would work." "Really?" Hazel eyes gazed back at him, calculating, and Viggo thought he really should have known better than to say anything. Karl stood and pulled Viggo with him, water spilling everywhere as they climbed out of the tub. Rivulets ran down Viggo's body, chilling heated skin, but he didn't move. Was captivated, held in place by the searing look in Karl's eyes as Karl dropped gracefully to his knees on the fuzzy bathroom mat and curled his fingers around Viggo's hips. "Let's try that, then, shall we?" Viggo had to close his eyes, couldn't look; if he looked he'd come, and he wanted to enjoy, wanted to concentrate fully on everything Karl was doing to him, concentrate on Karl's hands tugging him closer, on Karl's warm breath as it ghosted across his aching length. Torture, yes -- he could feel Karl's lips, tantalizingly out of reach, barely brushing as warm air continued to spill over him. Wanted that hot mouth closing over him, wanted to bury himself deep inside that willing throat, wanted to fuck Karl's mouth until he was spent, until his legs could no longer support him. Wanted, God, he wanted, pleaseKarlplease. His fingers itched with the need to grab at Karl's hair and tug him forward. Nails dug tiny crescents into his palms; his body shook, trembled, as Karl lovingly blew moist air up and around his cock and the ginger curls at the base. "Please..." Karl ignored him, just continued his light assault, opened his mouth over the head of Viggo's cock -- didn't touch it, just breathed around it, surrounded it in sweethot air. Too much -- where the hell had he learned that trick? -- and Viggo came with a keening growl, opened his eyes to watch as he spilled into Karl's open, waiting mouth. Karl licked lips shiny with come, gave Viggo a lazy grin. "I'll have to remember that." Viggo narrowed his eyes, dropped to his knees in front of Karl, pressed into him until Karl was flat on his back, Viggo covering him from his toes to shoulders, Viggo's hair falling in his face, blocking out everything else in the room that wasn't Karl. "You really are going to kill me," he panted, rubbing, shifting, legs and hairs and chests and cocks rubbing deliciously together. Karl opened his hands, ran them across the firm muscles of Viggo's back. "You keep saying that." "I mean it." "Can you think of a better way to go?" Viggo's laugh surprised them both, deep rumble trapped between their bodies, reverberating in delightful waves. "No, I guess I can't," he chuckled, lowering his head to sweep his tongue across Karl's parted lips. In fact, Viggo couldn't think of anything better at all. Onto Exhibitionist
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