Ficlet: Denied (Eric/Karl, NC-17, 1/1)
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salixbabylonTitle: Denied
Pairing: Eric Bana/Karl Urban
Word Count: 481
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No disrespect meant to the real human beings.
Summary: Karl gets more than he bargained for. Or less. It's all a matter of perspective. As requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
second_banana.
Denied
"Oh fuck," Karl groaned as Eric's tongue dipped past his achingly eager hole. His hands flexed against the restraints and his head thrashed against the bed in a half-hearted attempt to dislodge the blindfold.
When Eric had suggested a bit of light bondage, Karl had been more than game. They didn't play that way often, particularly not with Eric topping, but when his lover let his dominant side out, Karl knew it was always a night he'd remember.
He hadn't expected to be tormented to within an inch of sanity – he'd expected a bit of pain perhaps, some spanking, teasing his nipples, biting everywhere. He'd never thought Eric would tie him up and lick him all over, slowly driving him mad, denying him any direct stimulation to the places he wanted it most.
Karl had thought he was being granted a reprieve when Eric hoisted his legs up for a thorough rimming, but that devilishly flexible tongue had Karl's fucking teeth aching with arousal. He was closer to coming, without a single touch to his prick, than he could remember in his entire bloody life. His cock felt like it had been hard for ages and he wondered how much more he could take.
Eric's tongue gave a particularly wonderful swirl, and Karl couldn't stop the ragged pleas that fell from his lips.
"Did you want something?" Eric asked, slightly muffled. Karl didn't need the blindfold removed to see that smug grin.
"Let me fucking come, you bastard!" he insisted in a voice more plaintive than demanding.
"Hhhmmm..."
Karl strained against the leather holding his wrists to the bed. "Come on, please Eric, please. Fuck me, suck me, stroke me, I don't care if you don't even touch my prick, just please, for the love of God, please let me come."
There were no words for the glorious pleasure that was Eric's mouth suddenly slipping down the length of Karl's eager cock. No words for the bliss of two thick, slippery fingers sliding into his ready hole, and no words even possible for the ecstasy that flooded Karl when those fingers massaged his prostate while Eric's tongue massaged his shaft.
Which was fine, since the sounds that came from Karl's mouth weren't words in any language, yet they communicated his pleasure eloquently as he came wholly undone. Every nerve in his body sent shockwaves of bliss screaming through him and his orgasm seemed to last forever, after being denied for so long.
Eric's lips gently kissing his wrist sent another frisson of sensation through Karl's body as he was freed from the blindfold and restraints. The sight of Eric's pink tongue soothing the chafed skin was as erotic as it was comforting.
"Oooooh fuck," Karl groaned.
Eric grinned and licked his lips. "Yeah. In a minute; thought I'd give you a second to recover. After all, it is your birthday."
~end~
Pairing: Eric Bana/Karl Urban
Word Count: 481
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No disrespect meant to the real human beings.
Summary: Karl gets more than he bargained for. Or less. It's all a matter of perspective. As requested by
second_banana."Oh fuck," Karl groaned as Eric's tongue dipped past his achingly eager hole. His hands flexed against the restraints and his head thrashed against the bed in a half-hearted attempt to dislodge the blindfold.
When Eric had suggested a bit of light bondage, Karl had been more than game. They didn't play that way often, particularly not with Eric topping, but when his lover let his dominant side out, Karl knew it was always a night he'd remember.
He hadn't expected to be tormented to within an inch of sanity – he'd expected a bit of pain perhaps, some spanking, teasing his nipples, biting everywhere. He'd never thought Eric would tie him up and lick him all over, slowly driving him mad, denying him any direct stimulation to the places he wanted it most.
Karl had thought he was being granted a reprieve when Eric hoisted his legs up for a thorough rimming, but that devilishly flexible tongue had Karl's fucking teeth aching with arousal. He was closer to coming, without a single touch to his prick, than he could remember in his entire bloody life. His cock felt like it had been hard for ages and he wondered how much more he could take.
Eric's tongue gave a particularly wonderful swirl, and Karl couldn't stop the ragged pleas that fell from his lips.
"Did you want something?" Eric asked, slightly muffled. Karl didn't need the blindfold removed to see that smug grin.
"Let me fucking come, you bastard!" he insisted in a voice more plaintive than demanding.
"Hhhmmm..."
Karl strained against the leather holding his wrists to the bed. "Come on, please Eric, please. Fuck me, suck me, stroke me, I don't care if you don't even touch my prick, just please, for the love of God, please let me come."
There were no words for the glorious pleasure that was Eric's mouth suddenly slipping down the length of Karl's eager cock. No words for the bliss of two thick, slippery fingers sliding into his ready hole, and no words even possible for the ecstasy that flooded Karl when those fingers massaged his prostate while Eric's tongue massaged his shaft.
Which was fine, since the sounds that came from Karl's mouth weren't words in any language, yet they communicated his pleasure eloquently as he came wholly undone. Every nerve in his body sent shockwaves of bliss screaming through him and his orgasm seemed to last forever, after being denied for so long.
Eric's lips gently kissing his wrist sent another frisson of sensation through Karl's body as he was freed from the blindfold and restraints. The sight of Eric's pink tongue soothing the chafed skin was as erotic as it was comforting.
"Oooooh fuck," Karl groaned.
Eric grinned and licked his lips. "Yeah. In a minute; thought I'd give you a second to recover. After all, it is your birthday."
