Karl lifted his head from its resting place on Harry's chest, stared down at him. "What the hell brought that on?" Harry lifted a shoulder, moved the pillow a bit better under his head. "Just noticed the way you were watching him between takes today." Karl was silent for a minute. He looked down into Harry's dark eyes, tried to figure out how he should answer. Fuck it, they'd always been honest with each other, always been friends. Being lovers shouldn't change that. "Yeah, I am," he finally answered, propping his head on his elbow. "He's just...I dunno. There's something there. Some sort of reckless sexiness." Harry swept a hand down through Karl's hair, smiling. "Sounds like you." "Perhaps that's part of the attraction, then." Harry was silent for a minute. "You want him?" "I'm with you now," Karl answered, leaning down to give Harry an unhurried, thorough kiss. God, Harry had the best lips. "You're all I've been waiting for." "You didn't answer my question." Karl leaned into Harry's hand in his hair, almost purring under the rough fingers kneading his scalp. "Yeah...I want him. But you know it's nothing serious. We're men. We look." Harry's eyes darkened a fraction, filled with wicked purpose. "I wouldn't mind watching you with him." "You serious?" "Yeah," Harry drawled, winking. "Think it would be rather hot, actually." The idea of Harry watching while he and...oh yeah. His dick thought it was very hot. "Dunno if he'd go for that, though," he said aloud, rubbing his free hand on Harry's thigh. "From what I've seen, I don't think he truly swings all the way around." "Even if he doesn't, I wouldn't mind watching you fuck him." "Hmm." Karl didn't even know why he was thinking about this. It was just too... "He's not going to go for it." "We'll never know unless we ask." True. And while the idea sounded more than appealing... "You sure about this? You're far more important than a roll around with the sexy Hobbit." Harry smiled, brushed his lips against Karl's. "Yeah, I'm sure. Wouldn't have brought it up if the idea didn't get me hard." And that was a lovely thought. "Suppose it wouldn't hurt to bring up the idea." "You do that. Everyone's getting together at the pub tonight." "Tonight?" Karl looked into Harry's amused, sinful eyes, felt the answering grin tug at his mouth. "Jesus, Harry...bit impatient, aren't you?" "May as well. Don't have filming until the afternoon tomorrow. Plenty of time to recover," Harry stated. "You know as well as I do that he'll need a lot more than an afternoon to recover." Harry rolled over on top of Karl, grinned down at him. "Anyone ever tell you that you're cute when you're being arrogant?" "Yeah, you all the time. Still true, though." "Well, then I can't wait to see it in action. In the meantime..." Karl arched under Harry's hands. "Hmm, had something in mind?" * * * "Remarkable, aren't they?" Dom turned his gaze from Viggo and Sean, stared into stunning hazel eyes. "Yeah, they are." Karl sat beside him at the bar, hands resting idly between his legs. "You don't come around the cabin very much anymore, I hear." Dom shrugged, glanced at Karl under his lashes. "Well, things have been busy with them lately. Although I guess their harem is shrinking, now that Dave and Craig have decided to try monogamy." "Heard that, too, did you?" Karl smiled, and it was stunning really. A flash of white teeth, a curve of full lips that had Dom curiously breathless, smiling in return. "Small set," Dom replied. He gestured toward Karl's empty glass. "Want another?" "If you're buying." Dom grinned again, turned to the bartender, placed his order for two more pints. Dom wondered briefly where Harry was, but didn't worry about it. Harry wasn't really one for the pubs anyway, unless Karl or Vig dragged him out of his house. "So, I hear you and Harry are together," Dom said, giving Karl his glass. They brushed hands, and once again, Dom felt a bit breathless. Air must be smokier than normal. Something. "Yeah." Karl took a long pull of his lager, and Dom watched in silent fascination, wondered how a simple act of drinking could look erotic. Neat trick. He'd have to ask Karl about it sometime. "We'd been dancing around each other forever, finally clicked." "I'm glad." And he was. He nudged Karl with his knee in a friendly gesture, felt the heat of the other man's thigh through denim. Interesting. Karl must not need a blanket come winter. Probably had to sleep nude... Dom cleared his throat, shifted, tried to shake the sudden thought of Karl naked out of his head. "So..." He pasted a smile on his face, hoped like hell he wasn't really blushing. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" Karl was doing that intense gaze thing again, the one that made all the noise and background and people at the pub fade away. Dom thought a bloke could just drown in that look, and never mind the sinking. "Go ahead." He noticed his voice was huskier than usual. Karl leaned in, and Dom leaned in with him, the two of them almost touching foreheads. "You ever think that it might not be just them?" "What might not be them?" "The attraction." Karl motioned toward Viggo and Sean, busy setting up another game at the pool table. "Attraction?" Dom was hardly aware he was speaking. He leaned in further, drawn almost irresistibly to Karl's lips, the way they looked when Karl was speaking. "I'm not going to lie to you." Each word was a throaty whisper. "I've thought about you since that day at Vig and Sean's." Dom nodded, thigh now firmly molded next to Karl's. The day Karl had come round to the cabin and found Dom there. There had been an extra sort of...awareness or something between Dom and Karl since then. Dom had put it down to embarrassment, but now... "And what have you thought about?" Karl's eyes roamed Dom's face, before settling on his lips. Dom leaned in further in invitation, already anticipating those full lips covering his...and was surprised when Karl just placed a kiss along the stubble of his jaw. A bare hint of lips grazing his skin that sent all of Dom's blood bolting straight for his dick. "Are you interested?" "Um." Dom's brain didn't seem to want to work. All he could think about was Karl's lips -- and what else they could do to other parts of his body. Karl seemed to take his silence for ambivalence. "I know I'm not the geezers, but I could make you burn," he promised, stroking a finger along Dom's cheek. Oh yes, Dom had no doubts about that. One kiss, one caress, and he was rock hard and flushed. "Um." Couldn't think of a single other thing to say. "If you're worried about Harry, don't. He wants to watch. If that's alright with you." Harry watching the two of them together...Jesus. Dom swallowed, lost in Karl's eyes for a timeless moment. Watching, Karl and Dom...naked, those lips on him, Harry watching, pleasuring himself... "Um." "Take your time, think about it." Karl settled himself back on his stool, looked out over the crowd. Dom used the time to observe Karl, to really look at him, without the heat of Karl's gaze making him sweat. Karl was a truly spectacular looking man, all raw sexuality and dark, male beauty. Sensuous, lithe grace and hidden passions just lying in wait. Oh yes, Dom could see the appeal. Karl wouldn't be like Vig or Bean, he wouldn't hold back, he wouldn't treat Dom like he was a pane of precious stained glass. Karl would assume, Karl would know. And that was its own kind of temptation...to have someone just take him, to have someone who would give him what he really wanted, even when he didn't know himself. "Look, I've got to ask this, alright." Karl turned, lifted a dark eyebrow. "Ask away." Dom cleared his throat, mouth suddenly dry. "You won't...you're not going to be gentle with me, are you?" It came out in a rush. Karl leaned in, traced the shell of Dom's ear with a smooth tongue, and smiled when Dom simply shuddered. "I'll be whatever you want me to be," he promised, words a low siren's call in Dom's ear. Dom nodded, so hard he wasn't sure what the rest of his body was doing for blood. "I don't want gentle," he managed to say, locking eyes with Karl. "I want..." "Sshh, it's alright." Karl placed a gentle finger on Dom's lips, silenced him. "You can show me." Even better. Dom searched Karl's face again, needing and finding reassurance. "Alright." Karl placed his hand on Dom's, tugged him off of the stool. "Come on, then." * * * "So..." Dom looked around, eyes taking in the battered sofa, scuffed floors, art prints on the walls. "Where's Harry, then?" "He'll be here in a minute. You want something to drink?" Dom shook his head mutely, continued to wander around the living room. He didn't look at Karl...couldn't. Now that he'd agreed to do this, he was curiously shy. He had no real idea what to expect, no idea what Karl expected of him. Should they go ahead and retire to the bedroom? Christ, who said things like that, 'retire to the bedroom'? Honestly. It's just sex, chill already. Karl won't do anything you don't want him to do. You trust him. The geezers trust him. Harry trusts him. "Relax." Dom fought not to jump at the soft hand on his arm, tried to relax into the soothing fingers stroking him from wrist to shoulder. "I'm not going to hurt you. Unless you really want me to," Karl joked. Dom turned, stared into understanding hazel eyes. "I'm not sure if I do or not," he replied, completely serious. "Well, why don't we deal with that when the time comes." Karl lowered his head to Dom's mouth, paused just before their lips touched. "Is this alright?" Dom wanted that mouth on his so much he was all but shaking with need. "Please." Just as he'd thought. Karl didn't kiss him like he was a trembling virgin, he didn't kiss Dom like he thought Dom would break. Karl kissed him like it was his natural right, like kissing Dom was something he did all the time, would continue to do all the time. Firm, full lips conformed to his, a hot, wet tongue slid against his, tangling with his own, body flush against his, chests and thighs molded together. It was a kiss that asserted, a kiss that demanded an equal response. And Dom gave it, swept his tongue in Karl's mouth, ran his hands down Karl's back to cup his ass, brought their bodies closer together. Karl pushed Dom's shirt out of the waistband of his jeans, stroked the lightly furred skin of his lower abdomen. Dom's nerves jumped, body following the hands moving the shirt up his chest, off his body. Karl traced kisses along Dom's neck, the slope of his shoulder, licked his tricep, hands busy roaming over Dom's naked chest, across his back, hands firm and steady, already knowing every one of Dom's pleasure points. Dom cupped Karl's scratchy chin in his hands, dove back in for another kiss, another taste of those lips on his, that tongue against his, challenged and sought with his body, his mouth. "Jesus..." he panted when he came up for air. Karl blinked slowly, face flushed, eyes darkening with desire and need. "More," he stated, pulled Dom back to him. Mouths fused, teeth clashed, bodies strained, hands ripped on the rest of bothersome clothing until they were both naked, stroking each other with bold fingers, with hands that possessed and claimed. "Want..." Dom couldn't focus, could barely breathe, couldn't let go of Karl, couldn't stop running his hands over Karl's superbly muscled body. Every inch of skin offered new delights, every touch promised even more pleasures. "Tell me," Karl whispered, licking at Dom's ear. "God..." Dom's eyes rolled back and he dropped his head to the side, an open invitation for Karl to take. And Karl was right there, teeth scraping along the cords of Dom's neck, tongue running along his pulse, nails digging in his ass as Karl brought their straining erections in total contact with each other. They groaned in unison, slid against each other, the friction unbearable and so fucking hot. Dom was sure his skin was melting, that he was melting. They weren't going to even make it to the bedroom, and he really didn't care. Just wanted... "You promised," he breathed, gripping Karl's arms, rubbing his cock against Karl's, smiling when Karl moaned. "Tell me what you want." Karl's low voice sent more heat pouring through Dom's body. "Take me..." It wasn't a request. Dom wanted to be filled, wanted to be fucked, wanted Karl to fuck him, fuck him hard. "I..." Karl looked over his shoulder and Dom turned, saw Harry slouching on the sofa, watching the both of them with intense, dark eyes, hair falling across his forehead, sculpted chest bare, jeans riding low on his hips. He looked god-like, patiently waiting for his subjects to finish entertaining him. "It's alright, go ahead," Harry said, darting his tongue out to lick full lips. "I want to watch you debauch our young friend." "Who says he's going to be the one doing the debauching?" Dom asked, giving Harry a lazy wink. Harry threw back his head and laughed, the sound heavy with sex and dark promises. No wonder the two of them were so perfect for each other, Dom thought. Who else could handle all of that barely restrained violence? A large part of Dom was already wanting, hoping, that it would be him. "You sure you don't want to join us?" he asked, licking his lips as he roamed over Harry's gleaming chest. "I'm good here for the moment," Harry replied, unbuttoning his jeans with deft fingers. His cock was hard, glistening, when he drew it out, and Dom licked his lips again at the promise in Harry's eyes. Soon. "I want to enjoy watching the two of you right now. You're both utterly gorgeous." The careless possession in Harry's voice had Dom's heart pounding so hard he thought the entire room could hear it. Karl turned Dom's head back to him, flashed him a tender smile. "If I'm doing anything you don't like, let me know, alright?" Dom nodded. He wanted this, wanted all of the power in this room unleashed on him, wanted elemental and raw, wanted what he couldn't get from anyone else, what he couldn't even ask anyone else to give him. "Ready?" "Oh yeah," Dom sighed, fisting his hands in Karl's hair, sealing the vow with a bruising kiss. Karl dueled with him for a minute before shoving Dom on his knees, cupping the back of his head. "Fuck my cock with your mouth." If there was one thing Dom could say that he learned from Vig and Sean, it was the art of giving head. Fucking loved doing it, loved the feel of cock in his mouth, loved that heady rush of power, loved being in control of another's orgasm, of their pleasure. Sean had even taught him this really neat tongue trick he'd sworn he learned from Billy...and Dom was positive Karl didn't know it, since he'd been busy with Harry for the last few months. Time to show Karl what he'd been missing. Dom curled his tongue and extended it as he wrapped his mouth around Karl's cock, blowing air through the tunnel of his tongue, rolled it around the underside of Karl's cock. "Jesus..." Karl's knees buckled, and he grabbed Dom's shoulder to steady himself. Dom smiled around Karl's cock, looked up at him through amused eyes. Dom was relentless, fierce, swallowing Karl's cock again and again, tongue-fucking the length, thumb and forefinger gripping the base, circling in tiny movements designed to prolong pleasure, to stretch it beyond the breaking point. Sweat pooled on Dom's forehead, trailed down his chest. Karl's thighs were damp with his own sweat, chest glistening with every shuddered breath he took. He looked so fucking gorgeous like that, cock buried in Dom's throat, hands holding Dom still as he pumped his hips, brutally fucking Dom's mouth. Dom relaxed his throat, laved his tongue around the base, felt the tightening that told him Karl was close... One last thrust, one last tongue flick and Karl came with a hoarse cry, hot and thick down Dom's throat. He swallowed and licked, capturing as much of Karl's flavor, Karl's taste as he could. God, what a fucking rush. Nothing like it. Karl dropped to his knees in front of Dom, crushed Dom's mouth to his, tongue demanding entrance. Dom gave it, opened his mouth, clutched Karl's slick arms as an anchor. Karl reached between them, grasped Dom's cock in long fingers, circled him, moving in sure . Dom moaned in Karl's mouth, so close a few pulls could make him come...bit Karl's tongue in a scream when he did, body shuddering violently in aftershocks. "Ready for more?" Karl asked, licking over the stubble on Dom's chin. Dom nodded weakly, body pliant under Karl's steady hands. "Please." He hadn't had nearly enough. Karl pushed him gently on his back, dropped back to his haunches, hungry gaze roaming over his body. "Christ, Harry, would you fucking look at him?" "I am, believe me. He's quite beautiful," Harry stated, voice rough, and Dom glowed at the praise. "Make sure you've got a good view to watch him when he comes," Karl replied, giving his lover a small wink. "It's fucking sublime." "I can see just fine. Go ahead." Dom watched, enthralled, as Karl used Dom's own semen to coat his cock, brought it back to full erection with a few languid strokes. "Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you next?" Karl asked, almost conversationally, only the hot light in his eyes betraying his need. "Yes." Dom was surprised he could even form words. "Well, I'm going to fuck your ass with my tongue, then I'm going to fuck your ass with my cock until you come again for me and I come inside of you. Sound good?" "God, yes." "Spread your legs." Fucking hell -- Dom would have done absolutely anything, as long as Karl asked in that low, sexy as fuck voice of his. He obeyed without question, watched with bated breath as Karl stretched out between his open legs, pushing his thighs further apart. "Ready?" "Karl..." It came out as a needy sigh. Karl smiled and lowered his head, raked his tongue along the cleft between Dom's cheeks, hands moving up Dom's thighs, holding them in a firm grip. Karl teased him for a minute, darting in for quick forays along the puckered flesh, nibbling his inner thighs, swiping his tongue along the tight sac, took Dom's cock deep in his throat for a quick second, had Dom arching off the carpet, brokenly begging. Everything Karl did inflamed him, every movement, every touch wrecked him, stole his breath. "Please." He shifted restlessly on the floor, unaware he was speaking, too far gone to care, and felt Karl push his cheeks apart, delving deep with a spearing tongue. Jesus, fuck -- Karl was killing him. Dom writhed, twisted, pushed into the tongue driving into him, pushing into the tight ring. Too much, just... "Hush, it's alright." Harry's husky voice next to his ear, and Dom turned blindly into it, captured full lips with his own, poured his need and desperation into a kiss that simply annihilated him. A strong hand covered his own and he gripped it, caught between two warring tongues, couldn't decide which was making him crazier, only knew he wanted. "Knew you wouldn't be able to stay on the sidelines," Karl said, lifting his head with a smirk. "You should have seen the two of you," Harry remarked, stroking damp strands of hair from Dom's forehead. "You wouldn't have been able to, either." "Not to interrupt, but -- " The rest of Dom's retort was cut off by Karl's mouth on his, tasting of sweat and Dom and Karl -- so fucking hot he heard the crackling of fire, felt the shimmer of the heatwave. Karl guided his slick cock between Dom's legs, pushed the head in, bracing himself on his hands, biting his lip with the strain of not moving. "Tell me." "Just do it." Dom was mindless, aching, never knew he could need like this, never knew it was possible to want something so much, thought he would die from just this little bit of fulfillment. "Not gentle." "I'll hurt you." Karl's concerned voice drifted along Dom's throat. "Please. What...I want." "Keep him occupied, Harry." "Not a problem." Harry dove into Dom's mouth, tongue pushing past his teeth at the same moment Karl drove inside him with one long thrust. Dom bit Harry's tongue, welcomed the pain, needed the invasion, hips already moving up into Karl's thrusts, pleasure already winning. Karl was fast, furious, cock filling him over and over, roughly pounding into him. Harry matched Karl's every movement with his mouth, fucked Dom's throat in time with Karl, tongue retreating and filling, cock retreating and filling. So much, too much -- need, please, more, want -- fingers digging into Karl's hip, other hand holding Harry's in a death grip. So fucking overwhelmed he wasn't aware of anything, reduced to raw lust. Karl, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust, nerves screaming, body tightening. Thighs tangling with his, rough hairs scratchy against his legs. Damp chest against his, hips pressing him into the carpet, sweat making them slide over, around each other. Harry's hair falling across his cheeks, feather-light, creating a curtain around them. Someone's hand on his cock, wasn't sure whose, fisting him, timing the strokes to Harry's tongue in his mouth, Karl's cock in his ass. Wasn't going to last, so close, just another -- he came in a blinding flash of sensation, groaning under Harry's mouth, Karl stiffening over him, in him, filling him one last time. Beyond exquisite, beyond amazing, just...beyond. Harry's kiss gentled, stopped, lips moving to his forehead, cooling kisses meant to ease. Karl's body went slack over his, Karl's tongue licking the salty sweat from his throat, arms embracing. "You alright?" Dom blinked up into Karl's concerned, smiling face, raised a hand to trace the curve of Karl's cheek, the slope of his eyes, nose. "Soon as I find my body again, I'll let you know," he breathed, voice weak to his own ears. Karl kissed him gently, rolled off him, pulled him into a strong embrace. "It was good for me, too," he teased. Dom dropped his head on Karl's shoulder, reached behind him, pulled Harry down to spoon him, sighed happily at being surrounded by two muscled bodies. "Never did take care of you," he muttered, lifting Harry's hand to his lips. "Don't worry about me." Harry leaned over Dom to give Karl a leisurely, thorough kiss. "I have every intention of having you correct that as soon as possible." It was a promise whispered along Dom's shoulder. "Look forward to it," Dom mumbled, body and mind drained. He had enough energy to push back into the heat of Harry's body, felt the hard press of Harry's cock between his cheeks. Wondered what it would feel like in him, claiming him, wondered if Harry would understand what it was Dom needed. He got the feeling that, if anything, Harry would be even more brutal, and found he was already getting hard again at the thought. Dom snuggled closer to Karl's warmth, Harry's warmth. Definitely, they wouldn't need blankets in the winter. "Want both you to use me." "Christ," Karl groaned, and Dom glanced between him and Harry. "We'll kill you." "Don't care." Dom shifted back again, moaned when Harry's cock nudged just inside him. "Need this...please." "Just a few seconds," Harry promised, skimming his lips along the back of Dom's neck in a silent promise. "We don't have to do everything right now. We have plans for you beyond tonight." "You...you do?" "We were actually hoping next time you came around that you could bring your camera." Dom smiled. Next time...he liked the sound of that. More than liked, even. "Got the camera bag in my car right now," he told them. "I love this kid." Harry made the pronouncement with another kiss that had Dom arching back again, desperate for more. "Guess that means we're keeping you, then." "You mean it?" Dom held his breath and waited for an answer. Karl and Harry exchanged another look, then Karl smiled, traced Dom's jaw again with his finger. Something unfurled in Dom's chest at the sight of it, at the way that Harry tightened his arms around Dom's body. "Yeah," Karl said, finally. "We mean it." "Good." Too much talking, he just wanted Harry's cock inside him, followed by Karl's again. Wanted them filling him, using him, wanted so much he was drowning in it. Karl laughed, nuzzled Dom's hair with soft lips as Harry spread Dom's cheeks apart, easily slipping the head of his cock inside Dom's willing body. "Please..." he moaned, pushing back until Harry was seated deep inside him, filling him completely, as completely as Karl's cock had. "Shhh..." Karl murmured, the kiss soft, complementing the way Harry was rocking inside him slowly, like he'd be content to do just that forever. Like they had all the time in the world, and please, please, maybe they did. "We're here." "Whatever you need," Harry said quietly, and Dom whimpered, pushed back as hard as he could, hoped like hell Harry would take the hint. "You sure?" Karl, breathing the words against his throat. Dom nodded weakly, mouth seeking Karl's even as he felt Harry dig strong fingers into his hips, slam forward. Each stroke was brutal, fast, claimed him more thoroughly than mere words. Finally, he thought, in the small part of his brain that was still coherent. Finally, he was owned, finally he was home. Onto Possessed
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