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karl_urban) wrote2014-11-05 03:17 pm
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Karl Urban and Dougray Scott (dougray): youngbrash!Karl meets shycloseted!Dougray
backdated to August 2013, when Dougray was living in Vancouver with Karl during the shooting of Almost Human. playing this out was suggested in this log.
Pint in hand, Karl makes his way through the crowd looking for the birthday boy. His mate's turning thirty, which has been a source of great amusement and ribbing among them all the last few weeks. Especially now that he's married, bought a house and just had a baby. All of which seems like a whole lifetime away to Karl.
Spying the man, Karl just shakes his head. Even his clothes say fucking suburbs, not theatre director or indie screenwriter. Christ. Karl runs a hand through his hair and surveys the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, black sneakers, a grey tee and his favourite leather jacket he blends in pretty well other than standing a good few inches above most of them.
Steve busy with the throng around him, Karl considers the options, eyes coming to rest on a man standing by himself a little off to the side of the bar, drink in hand. Studious type, older, but there's something about the dark hair, the angle of his features. Karl makes his way over. "Hey, pretty good turnout, eh?"
"Mm? Yes," Dougray agrees, giving the stranger a friendly smile. He's always a bit of a wallflower at these things - avoids them if at all he can, really - but as he's accustomed to it, he doesn't mind overly much anyway. He gives the young man a curious glance and tries to ignore the incredibly lush shape of his mouth when he asks, "Australia? Your accent, I mean."
Karl grins and shakes his head. "New Zealand," he supplies helpfully. "And you? Scottish?"
"Lowlands, yeah. To my family's great shame." Dougray quirks a grin, making it obvious he's joking. He gestures at the crowd with his pint glass. "Are you one of Steve's boys?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Karl says, amused by the question. "We've worked together. What about yourself? How do you know the birthday boy?"
"I've been friends with his wife for a long time," Dougray explains, meeting the man's eyes - what color is that? hazel, green? - briefly before nervously darting his gaze away again. "I dated Dawn's older sister, about a century ago."
"Yeah?" Fuck. Maybe he was wrong about the guy, but Karl doesn't think so. "Is she as pretty as Dawn?"
"Oh, much prettier. She's completely allergic to me, though." Dougray laughs, and polishes off his pint. Fuck, this young man is fucking gorgeous, and being so close to him - pushed even a bit closer now by the crowd - is making Dougray downright uncomfortable. Not that he's thinking about it.
"Pardon?" Karl's not sure he gets the joke. If it is one.
Dougray glances up - he's tall enough that he's not really used to that - to meet the man's eyes. "We broke up," he clarifies. "Dawn and I are mates, but Sarah hates me." A circulating waiter passes them, and he waves him down, ordering another Guinness. Then he looks to the stranger again, since it seems he's trapped by politeness, for the moment anyway. "You? Ready for a refill?"
"Sure. Thanks," Karl says. He holds out his hand the moment the waiter disappears. "I'm Karl, by the way. Karl Urban."
"Dougray." Wiping his palm along the pressed seam of his trousers and hoping it's not too damp... "Scott." And why the hell are you bothering to introduce yourself, anyway? he wonders, frankly surprised that this incredibly attractive young man with the exotic accent isn't trolling the room, looking to score. "You're not here with a date?"
Karl shakes his head. "But I was hoping I might meet someone," he says, staring right at Dougray.
The impact of that look goes right to Dougray's core, threatening a fragile certainty he's been struggling to maintain for years: He is not gay, not. Not... Lust surges through him, faster than his heartbeat, and he swallows around a lump in his throat as his cock swells hard. "Are you...? You're not hitting on me."
Karl grins. "Blatantly."
For a second it seems like the world just fucking stops. The room around them melts into slow-motion and then freezes entirely, and all Dougray can do is stare into Karl's eyes. "You think," he begins, and licks his lips. "You think I want you to touch me?" Hell, he feels like he might die if Karl doesn't.
Karl nods. Fuck, yeah. "I think you want me to take you upstairs, to one of the rooms here, and touch you all over," he says, somehow shifting even closer, the press of the crowd around them his excuse.
Those sensuous words send tiny shudders of lust through Dougray's body -- all over. "I'm not gay," he whispers, but the warm solid feeling of Karl's body against his might just shut down all coherent thought, any moment now. He can feel his eyes glazing over as he stares up into Karl's face, his lips parted and his breathing just a little too swift.
"No?" Karl holds that gaze, fingers reaching out to stroke over Dougray's wrist. "Does that mean you want me to leave you alone?"
"No." The answer is immediate, his voice so small that Dougray isn't even sure he's said it aloud. He clears his throat, and firms up his resolve. When the fuck is he ever likely to have an opportunity like this again? "I'll go with you."
"C'mon then," Karl says, nodding over his shoulder, before leading the way through the crowd to the door.
Fuck fuck bloody fuck... Dougray's thoughts run on an endless panicked loop, but his feet don't hesitate. And damn, regardless of where they're going, walking behind Karl certainly bears its own rewards: the man's ass looks absolutely amazing, his jeans clinging just the right way in just the right places. Surreptitiously Dougray wipes his chin on his shoulder, hoping that he's not actually drooling.
Out in the hallway, Karl takes a quick look around and then grabs Dougray's hand, pulling him into a staircase and up the stairs, one floor and then another, before he flings open the door to the third floor and starts testing doors.
Falling back a step from that burning touch, Dougray can only watch Karl. What the fuck is he thinking? What the fuck is he expecting to happen? Dougray simply does not do reckless and impulsive things like this, not even with women. Women, to whom he's attracted on the most biological and evolutionary level. He's not the slightest bit drawn to men and the genetic dead end which they represent. How is a species supposed to survive that way? It's simply ludicrous... These are the stern messages his brain keeps stubbornly sending him, because he feels dangerously close to letting his body actually take control.
Ludicrous.
"Here we go," Karl says, throwing a grin over his shoulder as the third door on the left gives way. He crooks a finger at Dougray, beckoning him inside, his leather jacket already shrugged from his shoulders, the room left dark.
Dougray follows the summons like he's enspelled. He slips out of his suit jacket and looks around for a place to neatly hang it up.
"Just put it there," Karl says, taking it from Dougray and tossing it on the desk before he pushes the other man up against the back of the door and kisses him.
It's like Dougray's world fucking explodes. Karl's strength, his heat, his kiss... it's all completely overwhelming. Dougray hears himself make some odd whimpering noise, nearly a meep, and his hands automatically land on Karl's shoulders to shove the man away. But in the next instant he finds his fingers fisted in the man's shirt and one of his legs hooked around the backs of Karl's thighs, and oh god he is humping him, like he's some stupid teenager, like he's a goddamn dog, but oh fuck he wants he wants...
Karl grinds against Dougray, fucking his tongue into the other man's mouth. He tears his shirt open - to hell with the buttons - and runs his hands over warm bare skin, thumbs flicking nipples into hard rigid peaks.
That wicked touch rips a strangled groan from Dougray's throat and he pushes into Karl's hands, running his nails down the man's back like it'll help release some of this savage passion he feels.
"You ever done this?" Karl asks, tearing his mouth from Dougray's, because he should, he really fucking should, if Dougray's as... inexperienced as he's made himself out to be.
"What, made out with a complete stranger in a dark room?" Dougray asks breathlessly, and kisses along Karl's throat, completely intoxicated by his scent. "Or were you thinking of more?"
"I was thinking about fucking you," Karl murmurs, already opening Dougray's trousers, his hand inside, fingers wrapped around that solid flesh and stroking.
Dougray bucks in surprise, his cock swelling even more when Karl touches it. He feels like he might burst. "F-- fuck me?" he asks on a gasp. "What if...? Okay." He blinks at himself, shocked to be agreeing so readily to such an outlandish proposal. But how could he argue when Karl is touching him that way?
"Is that a no, you haven't?" Karl asks, tugging Dougray towards the bed by his cock.
"No, I..." It's difficult to focus on anything else. And Dougray thought he'd been led by his prick before... "What?" he asks Karl when they reach the bed. "No, of course that's a no!" He lets the remains of his ruined dress shirt slip from his shoulders.
Karl grins, sitting on the edge of the bed. He pushes Dougray's trousers and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. Helps the other man get his shoes and socks off. "Lie down," he orders. "And don't worry. I'll make it good for you."
"You'll...?" Dougray is having much too much trouble processing all this. But fuck, the last thing he wants to hear is that this stranger is going to make it good for him. That just implies so much, concepts and labels and identities he doesn't even want to think about, and... "Just fucking kiss me again," he orders, struggling with Karl's shirt.
Karl laughs and claims Dougray's mouth again, kicking off his shoes and shoving his jeans down over his hips as he does. Settling between Dougray's thighs the moment he's naked, their chests and cocks aligned. He licks between Dougray's lips, tangles their tongues, bites at his mouth before moving downward, licking, sucking, biting gently as he goes.
"Oh, fuck." It startles Dougray to realize he's close to climaxing. Already. But just the feeling of Karl's heavy body, sculpted and warm and pinning him down -- it's beyond anything he's dreamed about. And there are a lot of dreams he's never confessed to aloud. He grasps Karl's shoulder, his other hand tangling in the young man's thick hair. And he feels himself tremble.
Karl slowly makes his way down Dougray's chest and stomach, sucking on his nipples, nipping at his hipbones, before he finally swipes his tongue over the head of the other man's cock.
Dougray moans, the sound half-strangled in his throat. He can't help the immediate hitch of his hips, the way he tries to push his cock into Karl's mouth.
Knowing how new to all of this the other man is, Karl lets Dougray have what he wants, opening up and taking him in.
But not a minute passes before Dougray starts to choke on his protests, and he tries to shove Karl back. "Don't. I'm--" He sucks in a deep breath, and works not to whimper at the sudden loss of absolute heaven. "Too close."
"Who says you can only come once," Karl says with a grin, but he pulls back, kneeling up between Dougray's thighs as he fumbles for a condom and lube, the condom rolled on and the lube used to slick both it and his fingers.
At that, Dougray actually cracks a grin, a surprised laugh puffing from his lips. "I think I might have a few years on you," he murmurs, trying to distract his mind from what he's pretty certain is about to happen. "I don't think my recovery period is that spectacular."
"Yeah? How old are you?" It's not like Karl cares. He's been with older men before. Much older men. He slips his fingers between Dougray's cheeks, rubbing the pads over his hole, testing his reaction.
Dougray gasps, his back snapping into a perfect arch against the bed. "I..." Holy fuck, what the hell was the question? That just feels so fucking good. "Ahh... Twenty... Twenty-nine. Almost." He feels at least a decade older, though.
Karl grins, pushing one finger slowly inside Dougray. "Twenty-one," he says, moving it in and out, just letting the other man get a feel for it.
"Twenty-one," Dougray echoes in a mutter, like he still can't quite understand how he got into this situation. But his mind is reeling, his nerves on fire. And he gasps when it suddenly hits him that, for the first time, someone is actually fucking his ass, sort of. Someone other than himself.
"You like that?" Karl murmurs, easing a second finger inside that tight heat. Angling them to rub over that bundle of nerves.
"Oh, god." It feels like Dougray's body just melts, and his sole reason for existence is how Karl touches him. "Please don't stop."
Karl's grin widens and he works yet another finger slowly into Dougray's ass. "This is three," he says, slowly fucking them in and out, making sure he brushes over that spot with every other movement.
"Three," Dougray repeats, opening his eyes and staring up, though it's too dark to even see much of the ceiling. By his side he twists three of his fingers together, thinking. "How... how much bigger are you?" Surely, Karl's cock is no thicker. The stretch is just this side of painful already.
"Not much," Karl says with a smile, grateful for the half-light of the room. "Just relax," he continues, easing his fingers free and fitting his cock to Dougray's hole. "Deep breath," he warns, pushing forward, the way still incredibly tight.
"Relax, right." Relax. Relax. Relax. Dougray's actually doing a halfway decent job of mentally distracting himself from the current proceedings, and he's beginning to congratulate himself on having achieved something so unexpectedly close to that Zen nonsense his ex used to talk about because it turns out this anal sex thing is no big deal after all, he can take it, he should have just done this ages ago and-- "Stop!" His shout is so abrupt it surprises even him, and he struggles to half-sit up in the bed. "That's... What the fuck... You...! Are you trying to shove a bloody exhaust pipe up there?"
"No." Karl laughs, pushing Dougray back but stilling his movements. "It's normal for it to hurt a bit at first, but I promise, it'll be good. Trust me?"
"Why the fuck would I trust you?" Dougray wonders aloud, but he does let Karl push him to lie down again. Another deep breath and then he pulls his knees up, hooking his hands behind them. "Does that help?"
"It should," Karl says, thinking he could point out that he's taller and has the weight advantage, that Dougray should trust him by virtue of what he /hasn't/ done. But he doesn't. He just fits cock to hole again, very gently pushing forward. "Just breathe, push out a little, your body can take it..."
Dougray groans but obeys, hoping Karl knows just what the hell he's doing. It hurts like bloody hell - this guy must have an Olympic-sized cock or something - but it's not long before he feels like his eyes are rolling back in his head, a shimmering need coexisting alongside the flare of pain.
"There we go," Karl murmurs, slowly but steadily moving deeper. "Fuck. You feel so good." He braces himself on one hand and wraps the other around Dougray's cock, stroking to counter the pain.
The strangled sound Dougray makes in reply might be agreement, but hell, it might just be him struggling for breath. Either way he wraps his legs around Karl and crosses his ankles together, putting his arms around the man's broad shoulders and beginning to move with him.
That's it. Christ. Dougray's body finally giving that last vital bit, Karl pulls out to the tip and slides in again, hand working the other man's cock with every thrust.
His thoughts are a blurred muddle, but still clear enough for Dougray to realize that he fucking loves this feeling -- sensation takes over and he's just so fucking present in his body. The last mental block crashes down and he grabs Karl's ass, urging him to thrust faster, harder.
Dougray's hands on his ass pull a rough groan from his lips and Karl drives into him, harder, holding almost nothing back now, his hand dropped to the bed, bracing himself fully as he gives the other man what he wants. "Touch yourself," he urges. "Come with me."
With...? Panic startles Dougray but it's gone as swiftly as it came. He grabs his cock and starts jerking himself off, and in mere instants he's on the edge and then over it. He arches against the bed and shouts to the ceiling, spilling hot over his fingers.
The clench of the other man's body pulls Karl over and he comes hot and thick into the condom between them, dropping down to kiss Dougray even as the aftershocks ripple through him.
The kiss takes Dougray by surprise, but his body reacts before his brain does and he clutches at Karl, kissing him back with a soft moan. He can still feel the other man, hot and thick inside him, and it blows his mind.
"Did I keep my promise?" Karl murmurs, finally drawing back a little.
"...What?" A last mild aftershock works its way through his body, and Dougray's muscles clench for an instant. He shudders, and blinks up at the young man. "Were there promises?"
Karl laughs. "I said I'd make it good for you."
"Ah. Oh. Yeah." Dougray can feel the blood rushing to his face, which is kind of funny, since mere minutes ago it seemed to all be concentrated in his prick... "Yes. I mean, thank you. That was... It was pretty amazing for me."
Karl grins. "So... you want to go back downstairs? Or stay here and see what else we can get up to?"
Dougray laughs, and curls his fingers through his lover's hair. "What would your idea of something else have been back then?" he asks, and this time he deliberately clenches his muscles around his sir's cock. "Were you already playing hard with kink?"
"Yeah, I was," Karl responds with a groan. "But I might've taken it easy on you. Held your wrists down, gave you a slap or two on the ass, seen how you reacted."
"Seen how I reacted?" Dougray laughs again, and shakes his head. "I barely managed not to piss myself in terror this time."
Karl laughs. "It wouldn't have got better?" he asks. "You wouldn't have relaxed now that the deed was done?"
"Mmm, good point. Yes. I feel very relaxed right now," Dougray murmurs, and trails his thumb along Karl's bottom lip. "And what about you? Would you have felt it was an evening well-spent, with nearly-thirty uptight me?"
"Yeah. I was big into conquests back then," Karl admits softly, more than a little ashamed, but Dougray knows he was on the streets at fourteen. That he made all sorts of bad choices. "I would've thought you another notch and been very proud of myself. I only smartened the fuck up after I met Harry."
Dougray shrugs a little. "But why even then? Wasn't he just the biggest notch of all?"
"At first," Karl nods, shifting a little to the side and pulling Dougray in close. "But then I fell for him and he cut through all my bullshit."
Smiling at the thought, Dougray trails his finger along Karl's lips, outlining the shape of his mouth. "Tell me when you knew. That moment when it hit you."
"God." Karl shakes his head. He hasn't really given it much thought before. "I don't know. I guess-- I'm not sure it hit me, not the way you're talking about, I don't think. It was more that I fell for him almost instantly and then hid the hell out of it and then when I realized he felt the same way and I could trust him, really trust him, then I was in love."
"So, you loved him already. But only once you felt that you could trust him because he felt the same way about you, then you were confident enough to open up and actually be in love?" Dougray asks, fumbling his way through.
"Yeah." Karl nods, blowing out a soft breath. Remembering. "I'm lucky he was willing to be patient. I was a real pain in the ass early on."
"Aww, honey, no," Dougray assures him. "You're a pain in the ass all the time."
Karl blinks and punches him - softly - in the shoulder. "Smart ass." Clearly amused.
Dougray grins back. "I have to do what I can while Harry's not here, of course."
Karl just shakes his head then smiles. "Love you."
"Yeah," Dougray says, his smile softening. "You, too."
[feedback welcome. comments screened.]
Pint in hand, Karl makes his way through the crowd looking for the birthday boy. His mate's turning thirty, which has been a source of great amusement and ribbing among them all the last few weeks. Especially now that he's married, bought a house and just had a baby. All of which seems like a whole lifetime away to Karl.
Spying the man, Karl just shakes his head. Even his clothes say fucking suburbs, not theatre director or indie screenwriter. Christ. Karl runs a hand through his hair and surveys the crowd. Dressed in black jeans, black sneakers, a grey tee and his favourite leather jacket he blends in pretty well other than standing a good few inches above most of them.
Steve busy with the throng around him, Karl considers the options, eyes coming to rest on a man standing by himself a little off to the side of the bar, drink in hand. Studious type, older, but there's something about the dark hair, the angle of his features. Karl makes his way over. "Hey, pretty good turnout, eh?"
"Mm? Yes," Dougray agrees, giving the stranger a friendly smile. He's always a bit of a wallflower at these things - avoids them if at all he can, really - but as he's accustomed to it, he doesn't mind overly much anyway. He gives the young man a curious glance and tries to ignore the incredibly lush shape of his mouth when he asks, "Australia? Your accent, I mean."
Karl grins and shakes his head. "New Zealand," he supplies helpfully. "And you? Scottish?"
"Lowlands, yeah. To my family's great shame." Dougray quirks a grin, making it obvious he's joking. He gestures at the crowd with his pint glass. "Are you one of Steve's boys?"
"Yeah, you could say that," Karl says, amused by the question. "We've worked together. What about yourself? How do you know the birthday boy?"
"I've been friends with his wife for a long time," Dougray explains, meeting the man's eyes - what color is that? hazel, green? - briefly before nervously darting his gaze away again. "I dated Dawn's older sister, about a century ago."
"Yeah?" Fuck. Maybe he was wrong about the guy, but Karl doesn't think so. "Is she as pretty as Dawn?"
"Oh, much prettier. She's completely allergic to me, though." Dougray laughs, and polishes off his pint. Fuck, this young man is fucking gorgeous, and being so close to him - pushed even a bit closer now by the crowd - is making Dougray downright uncomfortable. Not that he's thinking about it.
"Pardon?" Karl's not sure he gets the joke. If it is one.
Dougray glances up - he's tall enough that he's not really used to that - to meet the man's eyes. "We broke up," he clarifies. "Dawn and I are mates, but Sarah hates me." A circulating waiter passes them, and he waves him down, ordering another Guinness. Then he looks to the stranger again, since it seems he's trapped by politeness, for the moment anyway. "You? Ready for a refill?"
"Sure. Thanks," Karl says. He holds out his hand the moment the waiter disappears. "I'm Karl, by the way. Karl Urban."
"Dougray." Wiping his palm along the pressed seam of his trousers and hoping it's not too damp... "Scott." And why the hell are you bothering to introduce yourself, anyway? he wonders, frankly surprised that this incredibly attractive young man with the exotic accent isn't trolling the room, looking to score. "You're not here with a date?"
Karl shakes his head. "But I was hoping I might meet someone," he says, staring right at Dougray.
The impact of that look goes right to Dougray's core, threatening a fragile certainty he's been struggling to maintain for years: He is not gay, not. Not... Lust surges through him, faster than his heartbeat, and he swallows around a lump in his throat as his cock swells hard. "Are you...? You're not hitting on me."
Karl grins. "Blatantly."
For a second it seems like the world just fucking stops. The room around them melts into slow-motion and then freezes entirely, and all Dougray can do is stare into Karl's eyes. "You think," he begins, and licks his lips. "You think I want you to touch me?" Hell, he feels like he might die if Karl doesn't.
Karl nods. Fuck, yeah. "I think you want me to take you upstairs, to one of the rooms here, and touch you all over," he says, somehow shifting even closer, the press of the crowd around them his excuse.
Those sensuous words send tiny shudders of lust through Dougray's body -- all over. "I'm not gay," he whispers, but the warm solid feeling of Karl's body against his might just shut down all coherent thought, any moment now. He can feel his eyes glazing over as he stares up into Karl's face, his lips parted and his breathing just a little too swift.
"No?" Karl holds that gaze, fingers reaching out to stroke over Dougray's wrist. "Does that mean you want me to leave you alone?"
"No." The answer is immediate, his voice so small that Dougray isn't even sure he's said it aloud. He clears his throat, and firms up his resolve. When the fuck is he ever likely to have an opportunity like this again? "I'll go with you."
"C'mon then," Karl says, nodding over his shoulder, before leading the way through the crowd to the door.
Fuck fuck bloody fuck... Dougray's thoughts run on an endless panicked loop, but his feet don't hesitate. And damn, regardless of where they're going, walking behind Karl certainly bears its own rewards: the man's ass looks absolutely amazing, his jeans clinging just the right way in just the right places. Surreptitiously Dougray wipes his chin on his shoulder, hoping that he's not actually drooling.
Out in the hallway, Karl takes a quick look around and then grabs Dougray's hand, pulling him into a staircase and up the stairs, one floor and then another, before he flings open the door to the third floor and starts testing doors.
Falling back a step from that burning touch, Dougray can only watch Karl. What the fuck is he thinking? What the fuck is he expecting to happen? Dougray simply does not do reckless and impulsive things like this, not even with women. Women, to whom he's attracted on the most biological and evolutionary level. He's not the slightest bit drawn to men and the genetic dead end which they represent. How is a species supposed to survive that way? It's simply ludicrous... These are the stern messages his brain keeps stubbornly sending him, because he feels dangerously close to letting his body actually take control.
Ludicrous.
"Here we go," Karl says, throwing a grin over his shoulder as the third door on the left gives way. He crooks a finger at Dougray, beckoning him inside, his leather jacket already shrugged from his shoulders, the room left dark.
Dougray follows the summons like he's enspelled. He slips out of his suit jacket and looks around for a place to neatly hang it up.
"Just put it there," Karl says, taking it from Dougray and tossing it on the desk before he pushes the other man up against the back of the door and kisses him.
It's like Dougray's world fucking explodes. Karl's strength, his heat, his kiss... it's all completely overwhelming. Dougray hears himself make some odd whimpering noise, nearly a meep, and his hands automatically land on Karl's shoulders to shove the man away. But in the next instant he finds his fingers fisted in the man's shirt and one of his legs hooked around the backs of Karl's thighs, and oh god he is humping him, like he's some stupid teenager, like he's a goddamn dog, but oh fuck he wants he wants...
Karl grinds against Dougray, fucking his tongue into the other man's mouth. He tears his shirt open - to hell with the buttons - and runs his hands over warm bare skin, thumbs flicking nipples into hard rigid peaks.
That wicked touch rips a strangled groan from Dougray's throat and he pushes into Karl's hands, running his nails down the man's back like it'll help release some of this savage passion he feels.
"You ever done this?" Karl asks, tearing his mouth from Dougray's, because he should, he really fucking should, if Dougray's as... inexperienced as he's made himself out to be.
"What, made out with a complete stranger in a dark room?" Dougray asks breathlessly, and kisses along Karl's throat, completely intoxicated by his scent. "Or were you thinking of more?"
"I was thinking about fucking you," Karl murmurs, already opening Dougray's trousers, his hand inside, fingers wrapped around that solid flesh and stroking.
Dougray bucks in surprise, his cock swelling even more when Karl touches it. He feels like he might burst. "F-- fuck me?" he asks on a gasp. "What if...? Okay." He blinks at himself, shocked to be agreeing so readily to such an outlandish proposal. But how could he argue when Karl is touching him that way?
"Is that a no, you haven't?" Karl asks, tugging Dougray towards the bed by his cock.
"No, I..." It's difficult to focus on anything else. And Dougray thought he'd been led by his prick before... "What?" he asks Karl when they reach the bed. "No, of course that's a no!" He lets the remains of his ruined dress shirt slip from his shoulders.
Karl grins, sitting on the edge of the bed. He pushes Dougray's trousers and boxers down, letting his cock spring free. Helps the other man get his shoes and socks off. "Lie down," he orders. "And don't worry. I'll make it good for you."
"You'll...?" Dougray is having much too much trouble processing all this. But fuck, the last thing he wants to hear is that this stranger is going to make it good for him. That just implies so much, concepts and labels and identities he doesn't even want to think about, and... "Just fucking kiss me again," he orders, struggling with Karl's shirt.
Karl laughs and claims Dougray's mouth again, kicking off his shoes and shoving his jeans down over his hips as he does. Settling between Dougray's thighs the moment he's naked, their chests and cocks aligned. He licks between Dougray's lips, tangles their tongues, bites at his mouth before moving downward, licking, sucking, biting gently as he goes.
"Oh, fuck." It startles Dougray to realize he's close to climaxing. Already. But just the feeling of Karl's heavy body, sculpted and warm and pinning him down -- it's beyond anything he's dreamed about. And there are a lot of dreams he's never confessed to aloud. He grasps Karl's shoulder, his other hand tangling in the young man's thick hair. And he feels himself tremble.
Karl slowly makes his way down Dougray's chest and stomach, sucking on his nipples, nipping at his hipbones, before he finally swipes his tongue over the head of the other man's cock.
Dougray moans, the sound half-strangled in his throat. He can't help the immediate hitch of his hips, the way he tries to push his cock into Karl's mouth.
Knowing how new to all of this the other man is, Karl lets Dougray have what he wants, opening up and taking him in.
But not a minute passes before Dougray starts to choke on his protests, and he tries to shove Karl back. "Don't. I'm--" He sucks in a deep breath, and works not to whimper at the sudden loss of absolute heaven. "Too close."
"Who says you can only come once," Karl says with a grin, but he pulls back, kneeling up between Dougray's thighs as he fumbles for a condom and lube, the condom rolled on and the lube used to slick both it and his fingers.
At that, Dougray actually cracks a grin, a surprised laugh puffing from his lips. "I think I might have a few years on you," he murmurs, trying to distract his mind from what he's pretty certain is about to happen. "I don't think my recovery period is that spectacular."
"Yeah? How old are you?" It's not like Karl cares. He's been with older men before. Much older men. He slips his fingers between Dougray's cheeks, rubbing the pads over his hole, testing his reaction.
Dougray gasps, his back snapping into a perfect arch against the bed. "I..." Holy fuck, what the hell was the question? That just feels so fucking good. "Ahh... Twenty... Twenty-nine. Almost." He feels at least a decade older, though.
Karl grins, pushing one finger slowly inside Dougray. "Twenty-one," he says, moving it in and out, just letting the other man get a feel for it.
"Twenty-one," Dougray echoes in a mutter, like he still can't quite understand how he got into this situation. But his mind is reeling, his nerves on fire. And he gasps when it suddenly hits him that, for the first time, someone is actually fucking his ass, sort of. Someone other than himself.
"You like that?" Karl murmurs, easing a second finger inside that tight heat. Angling them to rub over that bundle of nerves.
"Oh, god." It feels like Dougray's body just melts, and his sole reason for existence is how Karl touches him. "Please don't stop."
Karl's grin widens and he works yet another finger slowly into Dougray's ass. "This is three," he says, slowly fucking them in and out, making sure he brushes over that spot with every other movement.
"Three," Dougray repeats, opening his eyes and staring up, though it's too dark to even see much of the ceiling. By his side he twists three of his fingers together, thinking. "How... how much bigger are you?" Surely, Karl's cock is no thicker. The stretch is just this side of painful already.
"Not much," Karl says with a smile, grateful for the half-light of the room. "Just relax," he continues, easing his fingers free and fitting his cock to Dougray's hole. "Deep breath," he warns, pushing forward, the way still incredibly tight.
"Relax, right." Relax. Relax. Relax. Dougray's actually doing a halfway decent job of mentally distracting himself from the current proceedings, and he's beginning to congratulate himself on having achieved something so unexpectedly close to that Zen nonsense his ex used to talk about because it turns out this anal sex thing is no big deal after all, he can take it, he should have just done this ages ago and-- "Stop!" His shout is so abrupt it surprises even him, and he struggles to half-sit up in the bed. "That's... What the fuck... You...! Are you trying to shove a bloody exhaust pipe up there?"
"No." Karl laughs, pushing Dougray back but stilling his movements. "It's normal for it to hurt a bit at first, but I promise, it'll be good. Trust me?"
"Why the fuck would I trust you?" Dougray wonders aloud, but he does let Karl push him to lie down again. Another deep breath and then he pulls his knees up, hooking his hands behind them. "Does that help?"
"It should," Karl says, thinking he could point out that he's taller and has the weight advantage, that Dougray should trust him by virtue of what he /hasn't/ done. But he doesn't. He just fits cock to hole again, very gently pushing forward. "Just breathe, push out a little, your body can take it..."
Dougray groans but obeys, hoping Karl knows just what the hell he's doing. It hurts like bloody hell - this guy must have an Olympic-sized cock or something - but it's not long before he feels like his eyes are rolling back in his head, a shimmering need coexisting alongside the flare of pain.
"There we go," Karl murmurs, slowly but steadily moving deeper. "Fuck. You feel so good." He braces himself on one hand and wraps the other around Dougray's cock, stroking to counter the pain.
The strangled sound Dougray makes in reply might be agreement, but hell, it might just be him struggling for breath. Either way he wraps his legs around Karl and crosses his ankles together, putting his arms around the man's broad shoulders and beginning to move with him.
That's it. Christ. Dougray's body finally giving that last vital bit, Karl pulls out to the tip and slides in again, hand working the other man's cock with every thrust.
His thoughts are a blurred muddle, but still clear enough for Dougray to realize that he fucking loves this feeling -- sensation takes over and he's just so fucking present in his body. The last mental block crashes down and he grabs Karl's ass, urging him to thrust faster, harder.
Dougray's hands on his ass pull a rough groan from his lips and Karl drives into him, harder, holding almost nothing back now, his hand dropped to the bed, bracing himself fully as he gives the other man what he wants. "Touch yourself," he urges. "Come with me."
With...? Panic startles Dougray but it's gone as swiftly as it came. He grabs his cock and starts jerking himself off, and in mere instants he's on the edge and then over it. He arches against the bed and shouts to the ceiling, spilling hot over his fingers.
The clench of the other man's body pulls Karl over and he comes hot and thick into the condom between them, dropping down to kiss Dougray even as the aftershocks ripple through him.
The kiss takes Dougray by surprise, but his body reacts before his brain does and he clutches at Karl, kissing him back with a soft moan. He can still feel the other man, hot and thick inside him, and it blows his mind.
"Did I keep my promise?" Karl murmurs, finally drawing back a little.
"...What?" A last mild aftershock works its way through his body, and Dougray's muscles clench for an instant. He shudders, and blinks up at the young man. "Were there promises?"
Karl laughs. "I said I'd make it good for you."
"Ah. Oh. Yeah." Dougray can feel the blood rushing to his face, which is kind of funny, since mere minutes ago it seemed to all be concentrated in his prick... "Yes. I mean, thank you. That was... It was pretty amazing for me."
Karl grins. "So... you want to go back downstairs? Or stay here and see what else we can get up to?"
Dougray laughs, and curls his fingers through his lover's hair. "What would your idea of something else have been back then?" he asks, and this time he deliberately clenches his muscles around his sir's cock. "Were you already playing hard with kink?"
"Yeah, I was," Karl responds with a groan. "But I might've taken it easy on you. Held your wrists down, gave you a slap or two on the ass, seen how you reacted."
"Seen how I reacted?" Dougray laughs again, and shakes his head. "I barely managed not to piss myself in terror this time."
Karl laughs. "It wouldn't have got better?" he asks. "You wouldn't have relaxed now that the deed was done?"
"Mmm, good point. Yes. I feel very relaxed right now," Dougray murmurs, and trails his thumb along Karl's bottom lip. "And what about you? Would you have felt it was an evening well-spent, with nearly-thirty uptight me?"
"Yeah. I was big into conquests back then," Karl admits softly, more than a little ashamed, but Dougray knows he was on the streets at fourteen. That he made all sorts of bad choices. "I would've thought you another notch and been very proud of myself. I only smartened the fuck up after I met Harry."
Dougray shrugs a little. "But why even then? Wasn't he just the biggest notch of all?"
"At first," Karl nods, shifting a little to the side and pulling Dougray in close. "But then I fell for him and he cut through all my bullshit."
Smiling at the thought, Dougray trails his finger along Karl's lips, outlining the shape of his mouth. "Tell me when you knew. That moment when it hit you."
"God." Karl shakes his head. He hasn't really given it much thought before. "I don't know. I guess-- I'm not sure it hit me, not the way you're talking about, I don't think. It was more that I fell for him almost instantly and then hid the hell out of it and then when I realized he felt the same way and I could trust him, really trust him, then I was in love."
"So, you loved him already. But only once you felt that you could trust him because he felt the same way about you, then you were confident enough to open up and actually be in love?" Dougray asks, fumbling his way through.
"Yeah." Karl nods, blowing out a soft breath. Remembering. "I'm lucky he was willing to be patient. I was a real pain in the ass early on."
"Aww, honey, no," Dougray assures him. "You're a pain in the ass all the time."
Karl blinks and punches him - softly - in the shoulder. "Smart ass." Clearly amused.
Dougray grins back. "I have to do what I can while Harry's not here, of course."
Karl just shakes his head then smiles. "Love you."
"Yeah," Dougray says, his smile softening. "You, too."
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