| Title: Triptych Author: Jo Pairing: Karl Urban/David Wenham Rating: NC17 Summary: Sex in three drabbles. Disclaimer: This so didn't happen. It's fiction. I made it all up, yo. Notes: Especially for the uberlovely cocoajava on her birthday.
Words breathed across his ear. Warm fingers curling around his cock. Slow, tight glide, wrist flicking just like...yeah...that. Dave gasps, turns it into a cough. Can't let the others know about Karl's hand under the table. Can't move, can't speak...can only grip his chair tight and ride it out. Glide, stroke, flick. Again. And again. Slow motions designed to drive him mad. Succeeding. Delicious friction from calloused hands send sparks dancing across his nerves. Then, with the softest of sounds, it's over. Karl's withdrawing his hand, licking a finger...smirking with amused, hazel eyes. "Ready for dessert?" Muted click of the door closing, then his back hits the wall. Karl simply laughs, leans in to drag his tongue over red-gold stubble. Challenging. Daring Dave with eyes that burn in the low light. "Mine." "Prove it." Karl's words are another challenge. And Dave is on his knees before they're finished, fumbling with a stubborn zipper. Then...yes. Warm hands, even warmer mouth closing around Karl's cock. Perfect. Exquisite. Precisely what they both want. Karl leans back. Loses himself in wet heat and friction, in Dave's tongue curling along his cock. And shivers as Dave starts to hum. Yes.... Slow, easy thrusts. Slick glide of skin on sweat-damp skin. Hands finding each other; fingers lacing, clutching tight. Bodies moving together like they've done this a thousand previous times. Dave's lips touch Karl's in the darkness, part for his tongue. And Karl's there, fucking Dave's mouth like he's fucking Dave's body. Giving Dave what he wants, what he craves. And Dave welcomes every touch, every languid caress. He welcomes it all, begs for more like a whore. Yes. Exactly like that. Like a whore. Like Karl's whore. He is, and he knows he is. "Fuck me...." "Oh...I plan to...."
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