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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,507
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Impatience - Harry Companion Piece
Title: Impatience - Harry
Series: One Night - Companion Pieces
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: HS/KU. Only not.
Rating: NC17ish.
Summary: When Harry started without Karl. Kind of a PWP.
Warnings: Auto-eroticism.
Feedback: Bunnies need it.
Disclaimer: I makes no claims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I mano mno money from it either. It's FICTION.
Website & Archive Rights: The Showcase ( www.dreamreaver.com/showcase )
Harry is bored. He's naked, it's late in the evening, and he's bored. Waiting for Karl to get back so he can surprise him. And it *will* surprise him when he gets back to his place to find Harry has let himself in and is sprawled beneath white siheetheets without a stitch of clothing on.
He's getting impatient. He glances at the clock. Half nine. And Karl was supposed to be back over an hour ago. So Harry's been naked, under silk sheets, waiting...for an hour and a half. He huffs out a sigh and stares at the ceiling, thinking about his lover. Thinking about his lover's bare skin covered in silk. Thinking about the taste of him after the champagne he left chilling in the kitchen. About the feel of him under hands slicked with baby oil.
"Oh..fuuuuck.." He closes his eyes and his hand moves to his stomach. He's barely touching his skin, just feels the warmth radiating from his palm as he moves it over solid muscle, down, to brush two fingehe lhe length of his erection. With his eyes closed he can imagine Karl is there, knelt above him, watching him as he does this slow touch-torture. And he means it to stop there. Impatient he might be, but he's not cruel. He's not going to waste energy on fantasy when he knows he'll have the real thing soon.
It's a quarter to ten when he next looks at the clock. He's still very much aroused. His eyes fall closed again. Karl is still there, in his mind's eye. Now he brings his hand to Harry's mouth and slides two fingers between his lips. Moans as Harry swirls his tongue around the fingertips, draws them into his mouth, soaking them in wet heat. He pulls the fingers out slowly, dragging them down Harry's chin, over his chest, circling each nipple in turn. Pinching light and slippery. Harry sucks in a breath between clenched teeth when the fingers that aren't his dip into his navel and knuckles graze the leaking head of his cock.
He forces his eyes open, forces his hand to the side of his body. He's going to fucking wait for Karl. He just has to be a little more patient. He's certain that any minute now, Karl will appear in the bedroom doorway with two glasses of champagne and a feral grin on his face.
It only takes another minute before Harry is thinking 'where the *fuck* is he?' and his hand is moving back to his cock. Fingers, drying coolly, wrap around his aching flesh. Karl. Harry's strokes rel relaxed for now, because he knows Karl likes to take his time. At least, to start with. But it hurts too much, and Harry's patience is wearing thin. He begs Karl to fucking get *on* with it, and in response the movements quicken.
Harry thinks he's going mad, he can see Karl so clearly. He can see Karl's lips moving but his moans are drowning out the words. A hand grabs his and stops him, an attempt to shut him up. He manages to stop the noise, tries to catch his breath.
Karl looks down at him, eyebrows raised. "You could have waited, love."
~end.
Series: One Night - Companion Pieces
Author/Email: eviltwin (tracey737uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Pairing: HS/KU. Only not.
Rating: NC17ish.
Summary: When Harry started without Karl. Kind of a PWP.
Warnings: Auto-eroticism.
Feedback: Bunnies need it.
Disclaimer: I makes no claims as to the actual sexual preferences of the people I portrays. I mano mno money from it either. It's FICTION.
Website & Archive Rights: The Showcase ( www.dreamreaver.com/showcase )
Harry is bored. He's naked, it's late in the evening, and he's bored. Waiting for Karl to get back so he can surprise him. And it *will* surprise him when he gets back to his place to find Harry has let himself in and is sprawled beneath white siheetheets without a stitch of clothing on.
He's getting impatient. He glances at the clock. Half nine. And Karl was supposed to be back over an hour ago. So Harry's been naked, under silk sheets, waiting...for an hour and a half. He huffs out a sigh and stares at the ceiling, thinking about his lover. Thinking about his lover's bare skin covered in silk. Thinking about the taste of him after the champagne he left chilling in the kitchen. About the feel of him under hands slicked with baby oil.
"Oh..fuuuuck.." He closes his eyes and his hand moves to his stomach. He's barely touching his skin, just feels the warmth radiating from his palm as he moves it over solid muscle, down, to brush two fingehe lhe length of his erection. With his eyes closed he can imagine Karl is there, knelt above him, watching him as he does this slow touch-torture. And he means it to stop there. Impatient he might be, but he's not cruel. He's not going to waste energy on fantasy when he knows he'll have the real thing soon.
It's a quarter to ten when he next looks at the clock. He's still very much aroused. His eyes fall closed again. Karl is still there, in his mind's eye. Now he brings his hand to Harry's mouth and slides two fingers between his lips. Moans as Harry swirls his tongue around the fingertips, draws them into his mouth, soaking them in wet heat. He pulls the fingers out slowly, dragging them down Harry's chin, over his chest, circling each nipple in turn. Pinching light and slippery. Harry sucks in a breath between clenched teeth when the fingers that aren't his dip into his navel and knuckles graze the leaking head of his cock.
He forces his eyes open, forces his hand to the side of his body. He's going to fucking wait for Karl. He just has to be a little more patient. He's certain that any minute now, Karl will appear in the bedroom doorway with two glasses of champagne and a feral grin on his face.
It only takes another minute before Harry is thinking 'where the *fuck* is he?' and his hand is moving back to his cock. Fingers, drying coolly, wrap around his aching flesh. Karl. Harry's strokes rel relaxed for now, because he knows Karl likes to take his time. At least, to start with. But it hurts too much, and Harry's patience is wearing thin. He begs Karl to fucking get *on* with it, and in response the movements quicken.
Harry thinks he's going mad, he can see Karl so clearly. He can see Karl's lips moving but his moans are drowning out the words. A hand grabs his and stops him, an attempt to shut him up. He manages to stop the noise, tries to catch his breath.
Karl looks down at him, eyebrows raised. "You could have waited, love."
~end.