"Yeah." Karl shrugged, but a secretive smile played across those full lips. 'Good time' was so mild a term. He didn't think he'd ever look at marmalade in quite the same way again. "And?" Karl looked back at Harry and shrugged again. "Let's just say, I was impressed." "With?" "Bean. How about you?" "The young Elf accosted me." Harry shook his head, still not quite believing it happened. "Right on, mate." To say Karl was impressed would be an understatement. "More than one person's tried with Orlando and not succeeded." "You wouldn't know it by hanging around that house, would you?" Harry asked, his tone wry. Karl laughed. "Must be something in the water." "Must be. Well, we're back now." Harry closed the boot of the car, stood. "And I need to do this really quick." "What?" Harry's dark eyes glittered and his smile was purely fucking lethal. "Remind you that you're mine." And, saying that, slammed Karl against him, throwing him on the hood of the car and covering him with his body. Exploding -- Karl was exploding into a thousand fracture points of light. The mouth on his was a voracious, wild animal, nipping and sucking, invading and conquering. Harry continued to kiss him, suck his mouth dry, while rough fingers ripped off his shirt, tore off his jeans. "Mine." And the dark glitter in Harry's sinful eyes made Karl's dick throb, his balls ache, his body burn. Then that hot mouth closed over Karl's cock and fuck all... The heat of it hammered through him, tore at him with sharp claws. Shaking hands fisted in silky brown hair as Harry moved over him, sucking him deep in his throat. Movements faster than lightning had Karl groaning, then begging, then screaming. Motherfucker...Harry...God...words jumbled in his head, motor function ceased and still Harry moved, intent on only one thing. And getting it in fast, wet strokes, in butterfly licks of his tongue. That mouth...fuck...that mouth... Karl came, screaming, shooting hot liquid down Harry's throat, and watched with glazed eyes as Harry swallowed, laved more attention on gratified flesh before crawling back to Karl's starving lips. "Ready for more?" Karl had no time to respond to the question, no time to breathe, to prepare -- was just sucked under again...yes. Fuck yes. He was sinking, spinning, tossed and turned in a fucking hurricane of lust as Harry's mouth claimed his again. Harry's hard, muscled chest pressed him into the hood of the car and the heat through their thin t-shirts scalded him, incinerated his skin. He craved the feel of naked flesh on his, but couldn't think long enough to do anything about it. Harry's tongue was down his throat, rhythmically pumping in a blatant erotic imitation of what Karl wanted Harry's cock to do to him. He closed a hand over Harry's belt, worked on it and buttons of jeans while continuing to feed off that tongue, those lips. Yes, finally, there it was -- Harry's hard, hot cock in his hand. Karl smoothed his fingers over it, moved his hand up and down, relearning the feel. He loved the way it danced, jumped under his hands, loved the pleasure it could bring. "Now, Harry," he panted, tearing his mouth away from his lover's for the briefest of moments. And groaned in total fucking ecstasy when Harry's slippery fingers started to prepare him. Yes, God, fingers moving in him, inside him, pushing into him, finding that spot...God. Yes. More. Karl spared a fleeting thought to wonder where Harry had gotten lube, but it vanished like smoke once Harry's slick cock eased inside him. Yes, fuck yes, there it was...there was that blessed invasion. Karl breathed in Harry's rich, earthy scent as he kissed every inch of skin he could find. Harry's heavily muscled back flexed under his hands as Harry started moving, filling Karl again and again, sliding in and out with tortuous strokes, with a punishing rhythm. Harry kissed Karl hard on the lips, igniting him again, and those dark amber eyes watched him like a hawk. Karl looked back, watching the play of emotions flicker across that beloved, beautiful face. There was no more erotic sight in the world than watching as Harry lost himself inside Karl's willing body. Harry linked his fingers with Karl's, stretched his hands above his head, continued to thrust, to move, to drive them both to the brink. Karl clenched Harry's hand spasmodically, gave his body over to another shuddering orgasm while Harry's eyes watched his, reflecting love and need and want right back at him. Harry's orgasm rocked through him moments later and Harry's triumphant groan echoed off the garage walls. Harry collapsed on top of Karl, hard body now lethargic, relaxed. Karl kissed the salty skin at the juncture of Harry's neck and shoulder, teased the damp ends of Harry's hair. Content was such a mild word for what he was feeling, but he was too goddamn...well, content...to think of another one. "We need to go to the beach house more often," he lazily remarked and was rewarded with a deep laugh from Harry as he lifted his head. "I don't think I could take another weekend." "Orlando wore you out, did he?" Karl teased. In answer, Harry gave Karl a bruising kiss that enflamed banked senses. "What do you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I think I like you getting all possessive," Karl answered, pulling Harry back down to him, this time initiating a scorching kiss that had Harry shuddering into him. Harry finally withdrew from Karl and stood up, stretching. Karl just looked at him, at the solid, strong body, and wondered when this hunger for the other man would lessen. Probably when he was 90, he decided. Maybe. Harry picked up a packet from the hood of the car and walked to the trashcan. "Remind me, though, to thank Orlando next time I see him." "Why?" Harry smiled, fished in his jeans, pulled out another packet, holding it up to Karl's gaze. A travel sachet of Jergen's lotion was in Harry's fingers. "He gave me a few when we were getting ready to leave," Harry explained. Karl laughed, delighted. "I was wondering what the hell you were using for lube." "I think I'm going to buy a box for the next weekend at the beach house." "You'll probably need it," Karl said, finally standing and reaching for his jeans. "I think Dave's decided he's going to come along next time." Harry groaned. "God help us."
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