"I want you." The wanting never lessened, never went away. The craving was always there, so much a part of Dom that it seemed as if it had always been with him, in him, a part of his skin, his DNA. "You know," Dom said, "if you'd untie me, I could show you." Dom could feel Karl's smile against his skin. "Is that what you want?" Karl's hands on his back, fingers caressing his spine. A soft bite on his shoulder, hair like silk tickling his neck as Karl moved up his body. "Would you do it?" Karl dragged Dom's head back, exposed his throat. "Do you doubt me?" Bruising lips cut off Dom's answer. Nimble, capable fingers stroked over him, so gentle in contrast to the heated mouth that was devouring, taking, demanding total surrender. Dom sank into the kiss -- giving everything he had, all that he was. Karl pulled back, circled around him, stroked Dom's chin. "Open your eyes, Dominic." Dom wondered if the initial shock of Karl's eyes would ever lessen. They were so purely fucking beautiful, so Karl. "Tell me what you want." "I want to be inside you." Dom barely breathed the words. Sinful eyes glittered. That sleek, sensuous body rubbed against his. "You want to be on top? To have me?" "Yes." Dom sighed the word, lost in the feel of Karl near him, against him, on him. He leaned forward, brushed his lips against Karl's. "Yes." Karl reached above him, pulled down the belt holding his arms, released his wrists from the bindings. His eyes seemed to suck Dom's very soul out of him, hand it back changed...and Dom didn't care, welcomed it. "So, have me." Dom didn't even bother to shake the numbness out of his arms. He just pulled Karl to him, brought that mouth down to his, devoured. There was no finesse in this kiss, no practiced seduction -- only raw need. Desire ignited onto a thousand different spots on Dom's body, and he rubbed against Karl, trying to ease some of them. He ran shaking hands down Karl's back, cupped his ass, continued to feed off that sinful mouth. Now, yes, God...he needed more. Karl smiled, a lazy slow smile that just enflamed Dom all over again. His eyes never left Dom's -- inviting, demanding, challenging, waiting, as Dom eased them both on the floor. Dom leaned over, grabbed the bottle of lotion and awkwardly poured some it on his cock, his eagerness making him clumsy. He reached around, massaged Karl with sticky, coated fingers, preparing him. Karl stretched into Dom's hands like a cat, all lithe grace and movement, stretched for him, shivering and sleek. "Tell me," Karl murmured, when Dom was above him, the tip of his cock seeking entrance. "I belong to you." And his voice was clear and strong and unafraid. Dom slid into tight, hot flesh. God...Jesus...Fuck...there were no words to describe the feel of Karl surrounding him, pulsing around him, consuming him. No way to articulate the way Karl's flesh seemed to accommodate Dom's every movement, every stroke, no way to express how it felt to lose himself inside that body. He'd waited his whole life for this moment, this feeling of pure completeness. Karl's gaze never left Dom's -- his eyes darkened, turned almost brown, lips whispering encouragement with Dom's every stroke, body moving sure and fluid under Dom's, with Dom -- but he never looked away. And Dom lost himself in that gaze, in long, sure thrusts that had him aching, straining, moving faster toward release. Dom leaned forward, closed still slippery fingers around Karl's cock and Karl wrapped his hand around Dom's hand, moved with him. "Together," Karl sighed, voice husky. Together. God, yes...Always. Dom kept his eyes open, locked his gaze with Karl's, even as he started to twitch under the full force of his orgasm, under the perfection of Karl coming with him. Gray eyes and hazel eyes locked together...seeking and finding each other's souls...becoming one. Onto Part Twenty-Two
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