Orlando's breath was silky warm against his ear. "What were you expecting, love? Candlelight, dinner, romance?" "Well, maybe, I..." "Forget it," Orlando whispered, and Karl trembled at the seductive promise in the words. "This isn't about wooing you at sunset on some deserted beach. This is about me going down to my knees for you and sucking your cock until you choke me with your come." "Orlando..." "It's about letting you pound into my ass until I'm too sore to move. It's about sweat and sex and you and me naked, doing the most fucked-up things to each other, and loving it so much that we'll be dying to repeat it all tomorrow or even later on tonight." Karl worried his lower lip between his teeth, fought to catch his breath, regain his footing, anything at all, but all he could hear was Orlando's voice, promising sin and corruption with every murmur. "I want your mouth on me, I want your cock in me, I want your nails carving into my flesh. I want teeth marks and stubble burn and I want sex so brutal that I won't be able to sit down for days." Orlando's tongue snaked out, traced the whorl of Karl's ear with tiny, flame-induced licks. "I want my lips to be bruised and raw from you ramming yourself down my throat. I want you to damage my vocal chords with this beautiful, hard dick." Karl pressed against Orlando in one tightly coiled movement. His hand sought Orlando's thigh, gripped it with tight fingers, bruising, nails clawing through fabric, testing the strength beneath. "Jesus," he managed to get out, before Orlando tilted his head back and captured his lips in a hard kiss. "I don't need you to say anything other than 'get on your knees and suck me off, bitch'. That's all I want from you." Orlando's hips tilted, pushing, and Karl felt how hard Orlando was, how much he wanted this, wanted Karl to do all of this to him. "I want for you to own me, and treat me like the lowest slut in the universe. Like I'm your personal property, here for your pleasure," Orlando rasped, lust making his voice thick and rough. "Because that's what I am right now. Your fucking slave. I'll suck your cock and eat your ass and swallow your come until I can't taste anything other than you. I want to inhale you from the inside out and feast on you until every inch of you is worshipped." Karl let out a shaky breath, and tilted his head forward for soft lips to paint a dark masterpiece along the back of his neck. "Like...I like that idea," he said, aware of nothing except the inferno twisting the both of them inside-out. "Do you?" Karl could feel Orlando's smile just before teeth closed over his earlobe. "'Cause I fucking love it. I'm so hard right now just thinking about it." Orlando's hips pushed forward in emphasis. "I want to go hoarse from begging you. I want you to mark me as yours for all the world to see so that everyone will know I'm your bitch, your slut, your whore. Your property to do with as you see fit." Every word, every touch, every kiss, pummeled Karl's control until the only thing keeping him in place was Orlando's arm around his waist. "My property, huh?" Karl asked, achingly hard at the thought. "Anything you want," Orlando promised. "However you want, as long as you want. Let me prove it to you." Assured hands trailed a path along Karl's chest. "Let me touch you, show you what I can do for you. Tell me what you want." Karl opened his eyes, met Orlando's in the mirror's reflection. "I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock, bitch." Onto Fragile
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