Karl/Dom snippet
Mar. 21st, 2003 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321A political rift has opened in our home! I am going to the London march on my own tomorrow. Hubster has re-decided. We've been having political phone conversations throughout the day. Certainly a change from merely arranging who's going to go to Sainsbury's.
So his contribution to the anti-war effort will be the provision of childcare.
Because these grim times need a bit of passion and because I just can't keep all of it in for much longer, here's a snippet from my Karl/Dom epic. I hope to have it done by the end of next week. *g*
After five minutes of cradling and breathing against Karl, Dominic, despite having just come and also needing to empty his bladder something terrible after all those beers, has got another hard-on.
And suddenly he thinks that perhaps tonight's the night after all. Because surely, this time he's going to last? Second time round? He presses himself up against Karl. His hips start rotating, as if of their own accord. Karl turns around into Dominic's arms. Dominic sighs and opens his legs wide. He lets Karl roll into his legs. They kiss.
It's one of those abandoned Karl-kisses that Dominic doesn't often get. It's Karl feeling relaxed and open. It's Karl moving with Dominic, moving in rhythm with Dominic's hips and in rhythm with Dominic's tongue. It's like swimming in the sun with Karl, swimming through the sunlit surf. Or riding, riding as one with the mount. But actually, it's not like any of those things. Actually, it's simply like fucking.
Like but not it.
Dominic lifts his legs up high, and higher. He bends himself in two, just like he does when wanking. He bends himself so high that his dick loses contact with Karl's dick. Karl's dick is hard; astounding how they always get so hard for each other. Karl's dick bumps against Dominic's buttocks, and Dominic, intoxicated with anticipation, shimmies and shifts and manoeuvres himself so that his cleft hits Karl's dick just so.
Just. So.
"Oh," moans Dominic.
There it is. Karl's dick. Right there. Right at the entrance. In between Dominic's arse cheeks, right there.
"Oh," says Dominic again. "Oh, Karl."
Everything's starting to move. The bed is rotating, very slowly but unmistakably. The room moves counter-clockwise, the bed clockwise. Dominic clutches onto Karl. He clutches Karl's hips, just there, just so. The bed rotates, Dominic's eyes rotate in their sockets. Karl's dick rotates against his arse hole, and god, what delicious pressure. If only he doesn't come. If only he doesn't spoil it now by coming too early and too stupidly.
There's a thrust, and the tip of Karl's dick is in. Just the tip. Just so. Just there.
"Oh," says Dominic, "oh, Karl, more. More, oh, more."
He thinks maybe they should get a condom, maybe one of them should get up and fetch one from the bathroom, but he's too far gone. He can't stop. He lifts himself. He could lift his pelvis all the way to the ceiling. He could lift himself and drive Karl into his arse. He can almost feel it already. He opens his mouth and starts panting like a mammal in labour. He pants and moans. The room spins.
So his contribution to the anti-war effort will be the provision of childcare.
Because these grim times need a bit of passion and because I just can't keep all of it in for much longer, here's a snippet from my Karl/Dom epic. I hope to have it done by the end of next week. *g*
After five minutes of cradling and breathing against Karl, Dominic, despite having just come and also needing to empty his bladder something terrible after all those beers, has got another hard-on.
And suddenly he thinks that perhaps tonight's the night after all. Because surely, this time he's going to last? Second time round? He presses himself up against Karl. His hips start rotating, as if of their own accord. Karl turns around into Dominic's arms. Dominic sighs and opens his legs wide. He lets Karl roll into his legs. They kiss.
It's one of those abandoned Karl-kisses that Dominic doesn't often get. It's Karl feeling relaxed and open. It's Karl moving with Dominic, moving in rhythm with Dominic's hips and in rhythm with Dominic's tongue. It's like swimming in the sun with Karl, swimming through the sunlit surf. Or riding, riding as one with the mount. But actually, it's not like any of those things. Actually, it's simply like fucking.
Like but not it.
Dominic lifts his legs up high, and higher. He bends himself in two, just like he does when wanking. He bends himself so high that his dick loses contact with Karl's dick. Karl's dick is hard; astounding how they always get so hard for each other. Karl's dick bumps against Dominic's buttocks, and Dominic, intoxicated with anticipation, shimmies and shifts and manoeuvres himself so that his cleft hits Karl's dick just so.
Just. So.
"Oh," moans Dominic.
There it is. Karl's dick. Right there. Right at the entrance. In between Dominic's arse cheeks, right there.
"Oh," says Dominic again. "Oh, Karl."
Everything's starting to move. The bed is rotating, very slowly but unmistakably. The room moves counter-clockwise, the bed clockwise. Dominic clutches onto Karl. He clutches Karl's hips, just there, just so. The bed rotates, Dominic's eyes rotate in their sockets. Karl's dick rotates against his arse hole, and god, what delicious pressure. If only he doesn't come. If only he doesn't spoil it now by coming too early and too stupidly.
There's a thrust, and the tip of Karl's dick is in. Just the tip. Just so. Just there.
"Oh," says Dominic, "oh, Karl, more. More, oh, more."
He thinks maybe they should get a condom, maybe one of them should get up and fetch one from the bathroom, but he's too far gone. He can't stop. He lifts himself. He could lift his pelvis all the way to the ceiling. He could lift himself and drive Karl into his arse. He can almost feel it already. He opens his mouth and starts panting like a mammal in labour. He pants and moans. The room spins.