"Yeah." Orlando turns, chest bare, pushing worn, ragged jeans to the floor in a raspy slide. He's not wearing anything underneath. All the blood instantly races to Karl's crotch, settles in for the duration. "And your point?" "Um." "Thing is this." Orlando wraps strong arms around Karl's neck. Rubs like a cat seeking attention, sleek skin dragging over cotton and denim like it's not even there. "Tired of being around pussy actors and annoying film people trying to suck my dick to get ahead." Karl's hands go around slim hips, slide between smooth cheeks, teases the hole with blunt nails. Orlando pushes back, moans low in his throat. "Um...Orli...I'm an actor," Karl mumbles, tonguing Orlando's jawline with rough swipes. "Shut up." Orlando slithers a hand between them, finds that small space between Karl's jeans and skin, slides down. Curls around Karl's mostly hard cock, worms deeper. Orlando figures he won't be able to feel his wrist in a minute, but really doesn't care. "Want to suck your dick. Want your cock pulsing in my mouth," he pants, already sinking to his knees. "Ah, fuck..." Karl has no defense against this, and Orlando knows it. Exploits it. Karl grabs the back of Orlando's head, sliding fingers through luxurious curls, and fists tight. Searches for balance, but doesn't find it. Doesn't care. His jeans drop to his ankles, trapping him in place. Orlando's tongue slides thick and wet along the head of his cock, pink darts curling in the slit, slick with saliva and pre-cum. "Fuck..." "Yeah," Orlando agrees, curling his fist over the base, licking shimmering lips. "That's what I wanted." He growls, a low, dangerous sound. Takes Karl's cock as deep as he can, lips stretched wide, meeting his fingers half-way. "Fuckfuckfuck," Karl moans, one continuous litany. He braces his legs apart, muscles in his thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. He tilts his hips, claws at Orlando's scalp, slams forward. Orlando makes a choked whimpering sound, gags on the head for a split second before angling his throat just so. Yeah, just like that. Orlando's tongue works the shaft with obscenely wet, sticky glides and he curls three fingers comfortably around the base, working it like a pro. Spit makes his fingers glompy, tacky, but he uses it, tightens his hold, fingers meeting lips again and again. The heavy, warm weight of Karl's cock fills his mouth, his throat, and he hums his pleasure, pants around each thrust, soft animal noises thrumming from Karl to him. "Ah, fuck, Orli, I can't..." Karl throws his head back, large hands trapping Orlando in place. He pushes in, and Orlando tightens his lips over the tip, concentrates right there, head bobbing fast and furious. "Wanna...w-watch my come on you," Karl stutters, and yeah, oh, yeah, he's finally getting into it now, finally catching on. Orlando goes in again for a last deep-throated taste, and pops Karl's glistening cock out of his mouth seconds before the first stream hits his jaw, dribbles into his open, greedy mouth, down his chin. Some hits his cheek in a thin slash, and he licks at it, keeping wide, open eyes on Karl. Watches as Karl stares, fingers tangling in Orlando's curls. Orlando swallows the heavy mouthful of come, and lets the taste linger, bitter and rich. "Want to tonguefuck your ass," he says, leaning back on his haunches. He fists his own cock, hand slipping up and around, slow, steady. He doesn't want to spend himself just yet. Feels like he could stay hard all night, could fuck Karl forever, be fucked forever. "Yeah," Karl moans, and stumbles as he kicks off his jeans completely. Orlando steadies him, but doesn't move from his knees. "Need to...um..." Karl looks around, helplessly, and Orlando notices there's no place for him to brace himself. "Wall," he decides, and gives Karl a slight push to help him along. Allows himself to be tugged up, meets Karl's open-mouthed kiss with a tangle of tongues and teeth. His skin feels stretched too tight, like it's going to slide off on its own. Sweat rolls from his body to Karl's and back again, matting the hairs on Karl's chest, and Orlando has to have a taste of that. Karl's back hits the wall with a slightly damp-sounding thunk. Orlando bites and nibbles at the flat disk of Karl's nipple, murmurs his appreciation for this new taste. Karl gurgles something incomprehensible, shifts his hands to push at Orlando's shoulders, and the implicit command is almost enough to make Orlando come then and there. "Turn around," Orlando says. Karl slides his tongue over his bottom lip, jerkily nods, and braces his feet wide apart when he turns. He splays his hands; fingers spread wide, over the wall, upper body hitching with each stuttered breath. "Fucking gorgeous," Orlando whispers, and tongues a wide stripe down the curve of Karl's spine. Bitter tang of sweat, slightly cool hint of lemon. Shower gel, most likely. Orlando wants to lick it all off, get to the essence of Karl, nothing between them. Slides back to his knees, spreads Karl's cheeks wide. Breathes in. "Yeah," he murmurs, already licking his lips in anticipation. He leans close, blows soft air onto the puckered hole. "Yeah. Bring it." "Fuckin' do it, alright?" Karl pushes back, impatient and rough, growls another warning when the tip of Orlando's tongue glosses over him. "C'mon." "Slut," Orlando says affectionately. Never mind that he's the one on his knees. He obliges, spreads Karl wider, tonguing the crease all the way down to Karl's balls. Takes a moment to reacquaint himself with the weight and feel of them on his tongue, slips one, then the other, in his mouth. Rolls them about, hums around the fullness, mouth stretched so wide it feels like his lips are splitting. Karl makes a mewling, desperate moan, slips one hand down, and Orlando can feel him fisting his cock, feels the pull and twist of every wrist movement. "Tasty," he murmurs, and settles down to the real business at hand. Specifically, Karl's ass, poked out and ready to rock. Waiting for Orlando to exploit, to fuck as he pleases. "Slut," he says again, not sure if he's talking to himself or Karl. Doesn't care. Stabs his tongue deep in Karl's hole, waits for the inevitable shudder and twitch before pushing in. Wants to bathe in this taste, push even deeper, wants to bury his tongue so far inside Karl that they'll both be feeling it for days. "Yeah, that's it," Karl's panting above him, hand still moving over his cock, sliding moisture and precum along the shaft. "Fuck me just like that. Tongue my ass like you mean it." Orlando loves it when Karl just loses it, treats him like a whore, forgets that they're friends, lovers, in love, whatever. Loves it when Karl talks dirty like this. Yeah, it's always cheap porn-flick shit, tacky and tasteless, except when it's actually being said and Orlando's right there in the moment. Then, yeah. Oh fuck yeah, bring it. Bring it all, bitch. He settles in for the long haul, curling his tongue up and in, lips closed over the hole, smoothing the tiny hairs surrounding. Kneads the heavy muscles of Karl's ass with every push, presses Karl into the wall, fucks Karl's ass with his tongue like he would his cock, full of furious, sleek jabs. Drowns in the heavy, bittermusk taste. "Yeah, yeah, fuck me," Karl's saying, half-hitched whimpers that just make Orlando even harder. He doesn't want to risk moving his hand to his own cock, however, doesn't want to lose momentum. Presses his face close, penetrates as deep as he possibly can, and Karl's working his cock with fast, sloppy slides, so close to coming that Orlando can feel the tightening of his cock, balls slapping against Orlando's chin with increasingly hurried bounces. Orlando goes in for the kill, one jab, two, three, and yeah, there it is. Karl's shouting Orlando's name as he jerks, come hitting the wall in a glossy slide. Orlando lets go, biting and marking slick skin, feeling the shivers with his mouth, wraps an arm around Karl's waist to steady him as he slithers back up. "Gonna fuck you now, alright? Fuck you nice and slow," he says, whispering the words, nastyhot, in Karl's ear. "Yeah." Karl's still shivering, pinned between the wall and Orlando's body, pushes back into the weight of Orlando's cock resting heavy between his cheeks. "Give it to me." Orlando reaches around Karl, slicks his hand with the come currently sliding in a stickywet glob down the wall. Goes over his cock so smooth, and he spends a moment lost in the sensation. Karl's grinding back against him like a practiced whore, all writhing hips and inarticulate moans. Orlando slams him into the wall, teeth marking the smooth, tanned skin of Karl's shoulder. "Ready?" he asks, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it up the crease of Karl's ass. "Orli..." Karl growls the warning low in his throat, presses his thighs against Orlando's. Uses his hands as leverage to push back, take the first two inches of Orlando's cock inside him. "So fuckin' tight," Orlando murmurs. Tightens his hold on Karl's hips as he sinks the rest of the way inside. They both groan, one long sound of pleasure, and this is exactly what Orlando's been thinking about the entire endless flight from Casablanca to Goa. Karl's ass gripping his cock in ravenous hunger as he moves in, goes deep. They stay fused together for a moment, Orlando's balls resting against Karl's ass, chest to back, Orlando's hot breath on Karl's neck, Karl's fingers reaching around to dig into Orlando's hips. Then Orlando starts to move, and Karl moves with him, thrust/counter-thrust, shift/counter-shift, each movement sloppy, intense, focused. Karl starts moaning again -- 'fuck me, harder, fuck me' -- and each word is punctuated by the forward slam of Orlando's hips. He stares between their bodies, watching his cock as it's greedily swallowed by Karl's ass, watches as Karl stretches tight around him, so tight it's a special kind of pain. One he welcomes with every sliding thrust. Orlando's cock is glistening with sweat and come, shinyslick, and he spreads Karl's ass cheeks farther apart, adjusts his weight to press in at a different angle. "Like this," he murmurs, not a question, bites down on Karl's shoulder for emphasis. Karl yelps, groans, pushes into the next thrust. "Fuck yeah," he says, head dropping between his arms. His biceps are rigid with the strain of holding himself in place, and Orlando watches a trail of sweat as it rolls from Karl's neck, down his shoulder, along the muscled line of his tricep. Wants to lick the trail himself, but he can't stop fucking Karl's ass long enough to accomplish it. He feels like he's fused to Karl, one entity, bound together slick and tight, and each thrust is so fucking incredible that it's almost like he's never done this before. "Gimme more," Orlando pants, tongue curling around Karl's ear. He wraps a steady hand around Karl's cock, waits for one of Karl's hands to drop over his. Thrusts hard, hips pistoning hard and furious, a blur of movement as his cock seeks and exploits every inch of Karl's ass. "Fuck you so good..." "Yeahyeah...oh fuck...yeah, fuck me..." "Fuck you just like this...love m'cock in your ass...my bitch, aren't you?" Orlando asks. He buries himself tip to base, balls nestled comfortably against Karl's ass. And stops. Yanks back on Karl's head, teeth marking Karl's lower lip. "Tell me...you're my bitch." "Y-yours," Karl moans, shifts, blindly seeking the heat of Orlando's mouth. "Your bitch. Fuck me." They're still kissing when Orlando starts moving again, fast, furious, desperate. Their hands race over Karl's cock, and Karl's the first to give over, muffling his groan when he spends himself over their fingers. His muscles clamp over Orlando's cock and the pressure is insane, unfuckingreal, so fucking -- "Ohfuckgonnacome" -- and Orlando slumps forward, still deep inside Karl; thighs sticky with his own come as it leaks from Karl's ass. "Fuck," he breathes. Places tiny kisses on Karl's shoulder. He's convinced he'll never move again. "Can't feel my legs," Karl complains, but he doesn't move, either. "Just...gimme a minute." "Mmm...take your time." It's several minutes before Orlando feels like he can move without collapsing. He pulls out, gives his soft cock a rueful smirk (nice work down there, junior), and Karl turns, hands already slipping into Orlando's curls. They trade soft, slow kisses now, take the time to rasp tongues over stubbled jaws as they stumble back to Karl's bedroom, bumping into the walls every third step or so. Karl pulls Orlando down with him and Orlando happily arranges himself along Karl's body, arm wrapped fully around Karl's waist. Their legs are tangled comfortably together. Karl's breath flutters Orlando's hair. His heart thumps steadily under Orlando's ear. It's nice. Cozy, in fact. Hell, the entire room is cozy, with the sun dappling in stripes from the closed mini-blinds, and the rumpled sheets pushed down at the foot of the bed. They don't need the fucking things anyway. This is simply a break between rounds. They lie there for awhile, just breathing and cuddling. Allow their bodies to cool down, muscles to relax. Orlando smiles sleepily, thinks he might nap for a bit, safe and kittenish in Karl's arms. Fucking pussy of him, yeah, but he figures it's no one's business that he likes to cuddle after sex. Not like Karl's ever objected. "Why?" Karl finally asks, kissing Orlando's curls softly. Orlando doesn't pretend to misunderstand. "Because I was horny and you've got a fantastic cock," he says, lifting his head. Karl stares at him, doe-eyed, for a moment. His surprised burst of laughter is long and deep. It rumbles sweetly from his chest, and Orlando presses his head down, trying to capture the reverb. "Ah, fuck," Karl gasps, and pulls Orlando up to him for a noisy, sloppy kiss. "Fuck me, I adore you." "Yeah, yeah," Orlando says, but he's smiling too. "Bet you say that to all the guys that eat your ass out." "Yeah, all one of you." "I'm your only ass-muncher, hmm?" Orlando looks entirely too pleased with himself. "Yeah, ya dolt," Karl smiles. "It sounds so romantic when you put it like that." "I'll give you romance tomorrow," Orlando tells him, wrapping a sure hand around Karl's balls and fondling each sac. Guess recovery time is over. "Too horny tonight." "Yeah, I see," Karl gasps, already, impossibly, hard again. He grabs Orlando's hips, fingers leaving grooves over muscle and bone. "Now sit on my cock and ride me so I can rest up for a bit." "What makes you think I'm going to let you rest?" Orlando asks, already reaching for the bottle of lube by the bed. Karl winks, then yanks on Orlando's hair, baring a slender throat. "What makes you think I want you to?" Onto Gratuitous
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