"Yes, she was. Very inventive." Harry turned to the vampire lounging on the plush brocade sofa. Karl was a picture of dark temptation, with hazel eyes, a sinful smile, a white ruffled shirt half-open to reveal cream satin skin, black breeches unbuttoned, showing a glimpse of crisp dark curls... And he was Harry's favorite vice. Harry stalked over to the sofa, dropped his arms on either side of Karl, trapping him. "Do you have any idea how insanely sexy you are, just sitting there with that come fuck me smile on your face?" Karl lolled his head back, tongue flicking out to lick sharp teeth. "As a matter of fact, I do. And, I was hoping you would." "Would what?" Harry watched in fascination as that pink tongue darted out again. A smile as wicked as sin itself transformed Karl's perfect features into something more than beautiful. Something all-together more interesting. "I was hoping you'd come fuck me." "You know I love it when you get all romantic on me," Harry said, tone genial. Then, with a swiftness that not even Karl saw coming, Harry dove. Mouth searing, tongue invading, lips conquering, hard, heavy body on his, pushing him into the cushions, hands pushing off his breeches, running battle-scarred fingers on his rock-hard erection. Karl was sucked into the vortex, clutched slippery fingers on Harry's linen shirt, held on as Harry plundered, took from him again and again. Mouths still fused so that they were locked as one, Harry used one large hand to rip Karl's shirt down the middle. Karl moved his fingers through silky brown hair, tugging on the strands, exposing Harry's throat to his lips, his teeth. He ran his tongue up Harry's flesh, nipped, gently scraping the skin without drawing blood. Harry shuddered into him, hard thighs grinding against him, now stroking Karl's cock in earnest. "How do you want it?" Dark eyes pierced Karl, held him in their fathomless depths. Karl arched his back, grabbed the back of Harry's head, brought their mouths to within a whisper of a breath from each other. "I want it all," he said, closing the small distance. Now it was Karl's turn to feast, his turn to plunder the depths of Harry's mouth, his turn to rip and tear at cumbersome clothing. He wanted that big, muscled body naked under his hands, and he wanted it now. Harry reached out, hand flailing until his fingers found the bottle of oil left on the coffee table from the evening's earlier festivities. "Coat me," he commanded, licked Karl's neck, traced a path with his tongue on Karl's shoulder. Karl took the bottle, poured out a generous amount on Harry's cock, used his hands to drive Harry mad with want, closed over him in a moist fist, pumped his hand up and down, brought Harry to the edge. Lips crashed back into each other, this time possessing, claiming, conquering hidden depths. Voracious, reckless, gluttonous, couldn't get enough, had to have more. "Now," Karl growled, guiding Harry's cock to his opening. Both moaned, shuddering, bucking into each other at the first slow thrust. "Absolutely perfect." Harry closed his eyes to better enjoy the sensation, the hot, snug feel of muscle clenching around him, drawing him in deeper with each breath. He moved his hips, thrusting in sure, steady movements, driving Karl into the cushions, pushing their chests together, claiming Karl's entire body for his own. "Faster..." Harry could honestly drown in Karl's eyes. And the feral light in them now set his blood boiling, brought his every animal instinct to the surface. Karl simply tilted his head. Harry could see the pulse throb, matched his thrusts in time to it, pounding, eyes locked to the sweet sight as he moved in closer, closer, almost there... As the first delicious reverberation of orgasm hit, Harry struck, sinking pointed teeth into the throbbing vein. Both screamed in pleasure beyond anything on any mortal plane. Harry could taste himself, taste Karl, was Karl, was fucking himself, invading his own flesh, coming inside himself in thick bursts. filling his mouth, his tongue with the copper/clove taste of Karl over him, in him, on him until he was choking on it, needing more. Karl's orgasm exploded Harry's every brain cell. He lifted his head, using the point of his tongue to seal the tiny wound, watched as Karl's throat moved, watched him fall over the edge. And caught him in strong arms and a soul-shattering kiss. Both stayed still for an eternity, content to kiss each other back to reality with soft tongues and languid mouths. Harry finally dropped his body on top of Karl's, wrapped Karl underneath him, tucking him around his body. "I swear, old man, you are going to be the death of me," he muttered, smoothing dark strands of damp hair from Karl's forehead. Karl's laugh was wicked, if somewhat breathless. "And you call yourself a warrior. If I can best you so easily, perhaps you should have chosen a different profession, puppy." Hazel eyes locked with tawny ones as the gauntlet was thrown down, the challenge issued. And accepted. Onto Infinite
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