Dirty Boy, Bruce Greenwood/Karl Urban, NC-17
Title: Dirty Boy
Author: 2_libras
Fandom: RPS
Pairing or Character: Bruce Greenwood/Karl Urban
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This never happened and is completely made up.
A/N: Written for the rubbing/grinding square of our kink_bingo card.
Summary: Bruce shows Karl just what a dirty boy he can be.
Bruce gave a tug on the knot of the leather band wrapped around Karl's wrists. "Bad boy, you're still wriggling." He stared at him. "I'm going to need to punish you even more, aren't I?" he asked, knowing Karl couldn't answer, because he had a gag over his mouth. Well, okay, he might get a few sounds out, sounds Bruce liked to hear. He loved when Karl went deep for him. He looked at the toys set up beside the bed and pondered them.
Karl made what he hoped sounded like an apologetic grunt, feeling the leather bite deeper into his skin. He knew his cock would give away the fact that he was writhing for his own guilty pleasure. Bruce always made him feel so out of control in the most amazing way. He didn't know all the details of what Bruce had planned, but he didn't care. He'd asked to be given no choice, and now bound and gagged as he was, he knew he'd get what he wanted.
"Ohhh," Bruce could see then, see it was Karl's cock. "I see..." he ran fingers over the swollen flesh. "I think this needs a ring on it..." he snapped one on even as he said it, then slid a pillow under Karl's hips. 'That'll give you something to rub against, boy." He gave Karl's ass a couple of hard swats for good measure, then slid the ring of bells onto Karl's ankle. "Now remember, if you need me to stop, shake your leg and I'll notice."
Karl nodded, testing the friction of the pillow as the other man put the bells on and sighing softly. He felt so open and out of control, and he loved the feeling.
Picking up the hook, Bruce hefted it, feeling the round end of it, knowing that would hit Karl's prostate exactly right. He attached it to a chain, and hung that off a ceiling hook. Then he rubbed the cold metal over Karl's ass, using the round end to stimulate him.
Karl grunted in response to the tease, rubbing his hips into the pillow as the cold metal tortured him. He whimpered in frustration as he tried to push back against it, knowing he'd be punished for trying to rush, but the temptation was too much to resist.
"What have I told you about rushing?" Bruce stopped, immediately. He pinched the nearest cheek, hard. "You don't get to decide anything, you're mine to play with for as long as I want to. Even if I decide not to let you come, you're not allowed to protest. Remember?" He pulled Karl up by the hair, looking into his eyes. "Blink once for yes and only if you DO remember!"
Karl blinked once, whimpering softly, trying hard to still his movements. His instinct was to try and apologize, by the gag wouldn't let him. He was lost for how to show his regret, and the feeling scared him just enough to amp up the sensations going through his body.
Bruce nodded, and stroked Karl's head. "We had this conversation, and it's all right. Just stop thinking and let yourself feel. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm going to make you feel so good. Relax."
Karl closed his eyes, letting his breath out slowly, trying to let himself go as much as he needed. It was always a struggle to go as deep as he needed, his urge to control things was too high to let go easily. But he knew when his mind finally stopped fighting it, that Bruce would award him amazingly for it.
"You're such a good boy when you want to be," Bruce murmured. "Just have to get you to the right places," he ghosted his fingers over Karl's ass, and picked up the forgotten hook. "Got to make you beg without words for this in you..." he lubed up the end of the hook. Not that he was planning on it yet. He traced the shape of the rounded end, making sure it was slick enough for Karl.
Karl pushed his face into the mattress in front of him, turning his head to look at Bruce as he swayed his ass slightly, trying to make it more appealing for the other man to play with. Only moving enough to show he was doing it in response to the statement, not rushing the other man.
"Such a pretty boy, too," Bruce smiled, knowing the movements for what they were. He swatted him a few more times, he always loved how Karl reacted to his hand. "Wonder if you're still slick..." he pressed a finger into Karl's hole. They'd played earlier and he knew Karl would likely need a little more.
Karl let out a soft moan, the other man knew he'd still be at least a little slick. He'd told him to only clean up as much as he'd have too, wanting to have one more thing to tease him with. His hips thrust against the pillow instinctively at the thought of all the dirty things the other man would say combined with the teasing feeling of the other mans fingers.
"That's a pretty moan, you know how I love those," Bruce smiled. "And you are," he pressed deeper inside Karl. "You're still nearly ready for me, though I think you'll need a little more in there... maybe leave it so there's just a little pain, because you love me to give that to you..." his fingers brushed over Karl's prostate.
Karl nodded into the pillow, he knew the tinge of pain would help him over the edge. He kept wiggling his ass, squeezing around Bruce's finger. He could feel his cock grazing the fabric beneath him as he swayed, his body trembling from the immense sensations.
"Slutty boy, you're so desperate for me, I love how you get," Bruce ground out. "Such a hot, gorgeous boy. If you weren't wearing that ring on your cock, you'd be coming. Wonder if you'd like that? If you'd want to be punished for coming too soon?"
Karl suddered at the thought, almost wanting to try it, see if the other man would make the game keep going till he came again. The oversensitivity of the second orgasm was so intense, he knew from doing things mostly by himself. His cock would get raw if he let himself jerk off as much as he like too.
"That would be hot..." Bruce considered it. "I could unsnap that ring right now, let you grind against this until you come. Then to thank me, you'd worship my cock with that slutty mouth of yours." He thought about it. He knew he had pretty decent control and he knew just how to press Karl's buttons... He reached under Karl and unsnapped the ring. "Of course, you won't come until I allow it... you know better than that."
Karl whimpered and gave a thrust into the pillow. As turned on as he was it was going to be a fight not to come before he was allowed. He loved balancing on that edge, so close to coming but waiting for the permission to let go. He continued swaying his ass, wanting the other man to have a show while he made a whore of himself.
"You are such a beautiful little slut," Bruce said, his fingers moving inside Karl. He was going to let him come soon. Of course, if he came too soon, there would be punishment. "I love the way you need this, so open and needy and you want it all from me..." he stroked Karl's cock, roughly. His fingers working him both places, Bruce whispered one word. "Come."
Karl's body shook as he felt the rough stroke, his body stiffening as he heard the other mans command, and almost without conscious thought he let go. His hips thrust into Bruce's grip and he came hard all over the bed and the pillow below him.
"Sweet, dirty boy," Bruce smiled. "You are so beautiful when you come, and you've come so much... all over...." he nodded. "I love that about you." He stroked Karl's cock until it softened and then he let him go, kissing his back. "You're staying right here. I'm going to put this," he rubbed the almost forgotten hook against Karl's hole, "inside you and you're going to make me come and then... maybe... you will get to come again." He knew Karl would but he wanted the man to work for it.
Karl's body trembled gently, he'd come so hard already and he knew Bruce was just getting started. His cock was so sensitive that when the other man touched it his hips jerked and he gasped. He nodded to the other mans instructions, knowing damn well that he'd be more then rewarded if he did well on the other mans cock.
"That gag opens your mouth like your slutty hole back here," Bruce said, teasing Karl's hole with the edge of the hook. "I'd never ask you to do it, but can you imagine this having a sharp end?" he asked. "I'd only ever use hooks like that to hang your cuffs from, though, I wouldn't want to damage you."
Karl whimpered, the thought sending shocks through his body gently teamed with the sensation of the cold metal teasing him. He knew the other man would never hurt him, but the thought of him teasing him with it, the sharp metal teasing over his skin, would be something he'd jerk off too when he hadn't just come.
"You like the idea too, don't you?" Bruce asked, positioning the end of the hook at Karl's hole and pushing the rounded end slowly inside him. "Okay, you'll have a little room to move, but once this is in, you'll need to stay in the same position, pretty much, until I take it out."
Karl shifted his knees just a bit to make himself more comfortable. The feeling of the cold metal moving as he shifted around it making him groan softly. He shifted his shoulders as much as he could with his wrists cuffed behind them as they were.
Bruce waited until Karl was in the most comfortable position he could be in, and he whispered in his ear to be sure. "Make sure this is how you can handle it," he whispered. "I"m going to push it in the rest of the way now."
Karl nodded, bracing himself slightly for the sensation of the other man filling him with the cold metal. He loved how the other man took care of him in such a gentle way while still being so forceful.
"Good boy," Bruce stepped back. "God you look so pretty taking all that cold metal into your beautiful ass." He moved around, and up onto the bed. Carefully moving across in front of Karl, he smiled, looking into his eyes.
Karl looked up at him lovingly, silently adoring him because he didn't have the choice not too. He pushed his tongue out of the opening in the ring gag, asking for what the other man wanted to give him silently.
"Such a good boy," Bruce said. "I'll give you what you want, and yes, I know just what it is." He moved closer, guiding his cock between the ring of the gag with his hand, not pushing in too far.
Karl moaned softly, loving the feeling of the other man slipping down into his mouth. He whimpered as his hips rubbed against the moisture on the pillow beneath him, the dirtiness of it triggering something in his brain.
"God you're such a dirty slut for me," Bruce whispered. "I love it... you make me shiver and moan, how dirty you get, my gorgeous boy." He could feel his cock sliding into Karl's mouth, pacing it carefully.
Karl let his eyes drift shut, before opening them and looking up to the other man again, their eyes locking. He loved pleasing Bruce, it made him feel so good.
"That's right, look at me, I love to see you sinking further for me, you're such a good slut," Bruce sighed. "I love the feel of your mouth so much." He slid in more, and then slid out, starting to fuck Karl's mouth.
Karl let his jaw relax as much as it could with his mouth held open. He moaned softly at the feeling, his hips shifting slightly in rhythm with the other mans thrusts.
"That's right, you know I love your noises," Bruce groaned. "It's ALMOST a pity to gag you, except that it looks so amazing on you and feels so good to me as well." Bruce slowly increased the rhythm of his thrusts.
Karl's mind spun a moment, feeling how completely helpless he was, his wrists bound tightly behind his back, his ass held in place by the hook that felt so good and almost hurt at the same time. He shuddered softly, letting his wrists feel the leather dig in with a bit of squirming in the cuffs. He looked up at the other man, completely trusting and as the other man pressed down his throat he felt himself let go, completely at peace with the fact that he was at Bruce's mercy.
Bruce smiled gently, seeing the complete surrender in Karl's eyes. "God, you're amazing," he said, softly. "Beautiful and open and mine." He fucked Karl's mouth, and murmured. "Grind more against your come, against the pillow, baby."
Karl panted around Bruce's cock, doing as he was told and loving the way the hook pressed into his prostate with each thrust down toward the pillow. He whimpered softly, unable to not enjoy the feelings flowing through him.
"Good boy," Bruce smiled. "You know just what to do to make it feel good, and I love that about you." He thrust into Karl's mouth a little harder.
Karl thrusted faster at the praise, his cock hardening as he thrusted into the moisture beneath him and gazed up at Bruce with watery eyes. He knew that as worked up as he was it wouldn't take much to get him a second orgasm, though it would be almost painful, and the grazing of his prostate would only amplify the pain. But god he wanted it, wanted to show Bruce what a good boy he was.
"You're not coming again until I do," Bruce said, thrusting in a bit more roughly. "Lucky for you I'm close, isn't it?" He gripped Karl's hair and thrust in again.
Karl rolled his hips against the pillow, his cock throbbing at the idea of the other man defiling him. His body tingling with the overwhelming sensations that shot through him with every brush of his prostate. His eyes going unfocused, listening only for the other mans words as he lost himself, trying hard not to get himself so close he couldn't stop himself from coming.
"God, you're so hot," Bruce groaned, Karl's surrender pulling him closer to the edge. He could feel that throb in his cock that meant he was about to come, and he pulled back, groaning out a warning, "Close your eyes!" before coming all over Karl's face.
Karl did as he was told, rewarded by the feeling of the other mans come warming his skin, he grunted, trying to taste it as he thrusted into the pillow. He could imagine how he looked, come covered and bound and helpless. His hips rose a bit, pressing the hook into his prostate almost painfully hard as he lost control, rutting into the pillow and coming again.
"Fuck you're so gorgeous coming like that," Bruce said. He was on Karl immediately, removing the hook gently as soon as the other man had come, to avoid hurting him in any way. He slowly untied his wrists and slipped the gag off.
Karl slipped down to the bed, his eyes still glazed, and made a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold come on the pillow pressing against his stomach. He gave a groggy smile at Bruce. "Thank you sir..."
"You are so welcome, my boy," Bruce smiled, kissing Karl softly. He wrapped around him for a moment, knowing he'd need to clean up, but not quite yet.
Karl's heart still pounded from how hard he'd come. He knew he'd be sore tomorrow, and every time the pain went through him he'd think of Bruce and have to fight down his reaction to it. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, safe in Bruce's arms as his body came back to itself.
"You were so amazing," Bruce murmured. "You have no idea how amazing you looked. I'm surprised I kept from coming as long as I did."
Karl sighed happily. "I'm glad I made you happy. Felt amazing... got so lost."
"I know, and that's so gorgeous," Bruce smiled. "Let me get a cloth and clean you up, baby." He unwound from Karl and headed to the bathroom.
Karl whimpered softly at the loss of the other mans touch, but rolled onto his back so that Bruce could clean his stomach. He moved the pillow off the bed and tossed it to the floor.
Bruce came back and smoothed the warm cloth over Karl's skin, cleaning him up. "You're so amazing," he said. "I love how you can trust me so much."
"You take me so deep. I love that you do that to me." He smiled softly at Bruce. "You blow my mind every time."
"And I always will. You do the same to me, when you have me in that position," Bruce smiled. Now Karl was clean, he could curl up around him again, placing the cloth on the nightstand to put in the wash in the morning.
Karl pressed his face to Bruce's chest, nuzzling into him slightly. "Love you."
"Love you too," Bruce answered, holding Karl tightly. "Always, Karl."
Author: 2_libras
Fandom: RPS
Pairing or Character: Bruce Greenwood/Karl Urban
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This never happened and is completely made up.
A/N: Written for the rubbing/grinding square of our kink_bingo card.
Summary: Bruce shows Karl just what a dirty boy he can be.
Bruce gave a tug on the knot of the leather band wrapped around Karl's wrists. "Bad boy, you're still wriggling." He stared at him. "I'm going to need to punish you even more, aren't I?" he asked, knowing Karl couldn't answer, because he had a gag over his mouth. Well, okay, he might get a few sounds out, sounds Bruce liked to hear. He loved when Karl went deep for him. He looked at the toys set up beside the bed and pondered them.
Karl made what he hoped sounded like an apologetic grunt, feeling the leather bite deeper into his skin. He knew his cock would give away the fact that he was writhing for his own guilty pleasure. Bruce always made him feel so out of control in the most amazing way. He didn't know all the details of what Bruce had planned, but he didn't care. He'd asked to be given no choice, and now bound and gagged as he was, he knew he'd get what he wanted.
"Ohhh," Bruce could see then, see it was Karl's cock. "I see..." he ran fingers over the swollen flesh. "I think this needs a ring on it..." he snapped one on even as he said it, then slid a pillow under Karl's hips. 'That'll give you something to rub against, boy." He gave Karl's ass a couple of hard swats for good measure, then slid the ring of bells onto Karl's ankle. "Now remember, if you need me to stop, shake your leg and I'll notice."
Karl nodded, testing the friction of the pillow as the other man put the bells on and sighing softly. He felt so open and out of control, and he loved the feeling.
Picking up the hook, Bruce hefted it, feeling the round end of it, knowing that would hit Karl's prostate exactly right. He attached it to a chain, and hung that off a ceiling hook. Then he rubbed the cold metal over Karl's ass, using the round end to stimulate him.
Karl grunted in response to the tease, rubbing his hips into the pillow as the cold metal tortured him. He whimpered in frustration as he tried to push back against it, knowing he'd be punished for trying to rush, but the temptation was too much to resist.
"What have I told you about rushing?" Bruce stopped, immediately. He pinched the nearest cheek, hard. "You don't get to decide anything, you're mine to play with for as long as I want to. Even if I decide not to let you come, you're not allowed to protest. Remember?" He pulled Karl up by the hair, looking into his eyes. "Blink once for yes and only if you DO remember!"
Karl blinked once, whimpering softly, trying hard to still his movements. His instinct was to try and apologize, by the gag wouldn't let him. He was lost for how to show his regret, and the feeling scared him just enough to amp up the sensations going through his body.
Bruce nodded, and stroked Karl's head. "We had this conversation, and it's all right. Just stop thinking and let yourself feel. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm going to make you feel so good. Relax."
Karl closed his eyes, letting his breath out slowly, trying to let himself go as much as he needed. It was always a struggle to go as deep as he needed, his urge to control things was too high to let go easily. But he knew when his mind finally stopped fighting it, that Bruce would award him amazingly for it.
"You're such a good boy when you want to be," Bruce murmured. "Just have to get you to the right places," he ghosted his fingers over Karl's ass, and picked up the forgotten hook. "Got to make you beg without words for this in you..." he lubed up the end of the hook. Not that he was planning on it yet. He traced the shape of the rounded end, making sure it was slick enough for Karl.
Karl pushed his face into the mattress in front of him, turning his head to look at Bruce as he swayed his ass slightly, trying to make it more appealing for the other man to play with. Only moving enough to show he was doing it in response to the statement, not rushing the other man.
"Such a pretty boy, too," Bruce smiled, knowing the movements for what they were. He swatted him a few more times, he always loved how Karl reacted to his hand. "Wonder if you're still slick..." he pressed a finger into Karl's hole. They'd played earlier and he knew Karl would likely need a little more.
Karl let out a soft moan, the other man knew he'd still be at least a little slick. He'd told him to only clean up as much as he'd have too, wanting to have one more thing to tease him with. His hips thrust against the pillow instinctively at the thought of all the dirty things the other man would say combined with the teasing feeling of the other mans fingers.
"That's a pretty moan, you know how I love those," Bruce smiled. "And you are," he pressed deeper inside Karl. "You're still nearly ready for me, though I think you'll need a little more in there... maybe leave it so there's just a little pain, because you love me to give that to you..." his fingers brushed over Karl's prostate.
Karl nodded into the pillow, he knew the tinge of pain would help him over the edge. He kept wiggling his ass, squeezing around Bruce's finger. He could feel his cock grazing the fabric beneath him as he swayed, his body trembling from the immense sensations.
"Slutty boy, you're so desperate for me, I love how you get," Bruce ground out. "Such a hot, gorgeous boy. If you weren't wearing that ring on your cock, you'd be coming. Wonder if you'd like that? If you'd want to be punished for coming too soon?"
Karl suddered at the thought, almost wanting to try it, see if the other man would make the game keep going till he came again. The oversensitivity of the second orgasm was so intense, he knew from doing things mostly by himself. His cock would get raw if he let himself jerk off as much as he like too.
"That would be hot..." Bruce considered it. "I could unsnap that ring right now, let you grind against this until you come. Then to thank me, you'd worship my cock with that slutty mouth of yours." He thought about it. He knew he had pretty decent control and he knew just how to press Karl's buttons... He reached under Karl and unsnapped the ring. "Of course, you won't come until I allow it... you know better than that."
Karl whimpered and gave a thrust into the pillow. As turned on as he was it was going to be a fight not to come before he was allowed. He loved balancing on that edge, so close to coming but waiting for the permission to let go. He continued swaying his ass, wanting the other man to have a show while he made a whore of himself.
"You are such a beautiful little slut," Bruce said, his fingers moving inside Karl. He was going to let him come soon. Of course, if he came too soon, there would be punishment. "I love the way you need this, so open and needy and you want it all from me..." he stroked Karl's cock, roughly. His fingers working him both places, Bruce whispered one word. "Come."
Karl's body shook as he felt the rough stroke, his body stiffening as he heard the other mans command, and almost without conscious thought he let go. His hips thrust into Bruce's grip and he came hard all over the bed and the pillow below him.
"Sweet, dirty boy," Bruce smiled. "You are so beautiful when you come, and you've come so much... all over...." he nodded. "I love that about you." He stroked Karl's cock until it softened and then he let him go, kissing his back. "You're staying right here. I'm going to put this," he rubbed the almost forgotten hook against Karl's hole, "inside you and you're going to make me come and then... maybe... you will get to come again." He knew Karl would but he wanted the man to work for it.
Karl's body trembled gently, he'd come so hard already and he knew Bruce was just getting started. His cock was so sensitive that when the other man touched it his hips jerked and he gasped. He nodded to the other mans instructions, knowing damn well that he'd be more then rewarded if he did well on the other mans cock.
"That gag opens your mouth like your slutty hole back here," Bruce said, teasing Karl's hole with the edge of the hook. "I'd never ask you to do it, but can you imagine this having a sharp end?" he asked. "I'd only ever use hooks like that to hang your cuffs from, though, I wouldn't want to damage you."
Karl whimpered, the thought sending shocks through his body gently teamed with the sensation of the cold metal teasing him. He knew the other man would never hurt him, but the thought of him teasing him with it, the sharp metal teasing over his skin, would be something he'd jerk off too when he hadn't just come.
"You like the idea too, don't you?" Bruce asked, positioning the end of the hook at Karl's hole and pushing the rounded end slowly inside him. "Okay, you'll have a little room to move, but once this is in, you'll need to stay in the same position, pretty much, until I take it out."
Karl shifted his knees just a bit to make himself more comfortable. The feeling of the cold metal moving as he shifted around it making him groan softly. He shifted his shoulders as much as he could with his wrists cuffed behind them as they were.
Bruce waited until Karl was in the most comfortable position he could be in, and he whispered in his ear to be sure. "Make sure this is how you can handle it," he whispered. "I"m going to push it in the rest of the way now."
Karl nodded, bracing himself slightly for the sensation of the other man filling him with the cold metal. He loved how the other man took care of him in such a gentle way while still being so forceful.
"Good boy," Bruce stepped back. "God you look so pretty taking all that cold metal into your beautiful ass." He moved around, and up onto the bed. Carefully moving across in front of Karl, he smiled, looking into his eyes.
Karl looked up at him lovingly, silently adoring him because he didn't have the choice not too. He pushed his tongue out of the opening in the ring gag, asking for what the other man wanted to give him silently.
"Such a good boy," Bruce said. "I'll give you what you want, and yes, I know just what it is." He moved closer, guiding his cock between the ring of the gag with his hand, not pushing in too far.
Karl moaned softly, loving the feeling of the other man slipping down into his mouth. He whimpered as his hips rubbed against the moisture on the pillow beneath him, the dirtiness of it triggering something in his brain.
"God you're such a dirty slut for me," Bruce whispered. "I love it... you make me shiver and moan, how dirty you get, my gorgeous boy." He could feel his cock sliding into Karl's mouth, pacing it carefully.
Karl let his eyes drift shut, before opening them and looking up to the other man again, their eyes locking. He loved pleasing Bruce, it made him feel so good.
"That's right, look at me, I love to see you sinking further for me, you're such a good slut," Bruce sighed. "I love the feel of your mouth so much." He slid in more, and then slid out, starting to fuck Karl's mouth.
Karl let his jaw relax as much as it could with his mouth held open. He moaned softly at the feeling, his hips shifting slightly in rhythm with the other mans thrusts.
"That's right, you know I love your noises," Bruce groaned. "It's ALMOST a pity to gag you, except that it looks so amazing on you and feels so good to me as well." Bruce slowly increased the rhythm of his thrusts.
Karl's mind spun a moment, feeling how completely helpless he was, his wrists bound tightly behind his back, his ass held in place by the hook that felt so good and almost hurt at the same time. He shuddered softly, letting his wrists feel the leather dig in with a bit of squirming in the cuffs. He looked up at the other man, completely trusting and as the other man pressed down his throat he felt himself let go, completely at peace with the fact that he was at Bruce's mercy.
Bruce smiled gently, seeing the complete surrender in Karl's eyes. "God, you're amazing," he said, softly. "Beautiful and open and mine." He fucked Karl's mouth, and murmured. "Grind more against your come, against the pillow, baby."
Karl panted around Bruce's cock, doing as he was told and loving the way the hook pressed into his prostate with each thrust down toward the pillow. He whimpered softly, unable to not enjoy the feelings flowing through him.
"Good boy," Bruce smiled. "You know just what to do to make it feel good, and I love that about you." He thrust into Karl's mouth a little harder.
Karl thrusted faster at the praise, his cock hardening as he thrusted into the moisture beneath him and gazed up at Bruce with watery eyes. He knew that as worked up as he was it wouldn't take much to get him a second orgasm, though it would be almost painful, and the grazing of his prostate would only amplify the pain. But god he wanted it, wanted to show Bruce what a good boy he was.
"You're not coming again until I do," Bruce said, thrusting in a bit more roughly. "Lucky for you I'm close, isn't it?" He gripped Karl's hair and thrust in again.
Karl rolled his hips against the pillow, his cock throbbing at the idea of the other man defiling him. His body tingling with the overwhelming sensations that shot through him with every brush of his prostate. His eyes going unfocused, listening only for the other mans words as he lost himself, trying hard not to get himself so close he couldn't stop himself from coming.
"God, you're so hot," Bruce groaned, Karl's surrender pulling him closer to the edge. He could feel that throb in his cock that meant he was about to come, and he pulled back, groaning out a warning, "Close your eyes!" before coming all over Karl's face.
Karl did as he was told, rewarded by the feeling of the other mans come warming his skin, he grunted, trying to taste it as he thrusted into the pillow. He could imagine how he looked, come covered and bound and helpless. His hips rose a bit, pressing the hook into his prostate almost painfully hard as he lost control, rutting into the pillow and coming again.
"Fuck you're so gorgeous coming like that," Bruce said. He was on Karl immediately, removing the hook gently as soon as the other man had come, to avoid hurting him in any way. He slowly untied his wrists and slipped the gag off.
Karl slipped down to the bed, his eyes still glazed, and made a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold come on the pillow pressing against his stomach. He gave a groggy smile at Bruce. "Thank you sir..."
"You are so welcome, my boy," Bruce smiled, kissing Karl softly. He wrapped around him for a moment, knowing he'd need to clean up, but not quite yet.
Karl's heart still pounded from how hard he'd come. He knew he'd be sore tomorrow, and every time the pain went through him he'd think of Bruce and have to fight down his reaction to it. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, safe in Bruce's arms as his body came back to itself.
"You were so amazing," Bruce murmured. "You have no idea how amazing you looked. I'm surprised I kept from coming as long as I did."
Karl sighed happily. "I'm glad I made you happy. Felt amazing... got so lost."
"I know, and that's so gorgeous," Bruce smiled. "Let me get a cloth and clean you up, baby." He unwound from Karl and headed to the bathroom.
Karl whimpered softly at the loss of the other mans touch, but rolled onto his back so that Bruce could clean his stomach. He moved the pillow off the bed and tossed it to the floor.
Bruce came back and smoothed the warm cloth over Karl's skin, cleaning him up. "You're so amazing," he said. "I love how you can trust me so much."
"You take me so deep. I love that you do that to me." He smiled softly at Bruce. "You blow my mind every time."
"And I always will. You do the same to me, when you have me in that position," Bruce smiled. Now Karl was clean, he could curl up around him again, placing the cloth on the nightstand to put in the wash in the morning.
Karl pressed his face to Bruce's chest, nuzzling into him slightly. "Love you."
"Love you too," Bruce answered, holding Karl tightly. "Always, Karl."