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The next morning, Ethan was helping Rose to prepare for the school like usual. He was currently packing a lunch for her while she was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. Every action was repetitive. But one thing was different.
His mind was occupied by the fresh memories of what he and Karl were doing yesterday. It took only few hours for that man to took control over his head.
He found himself lost in the thoughts, his mind drifting back to the few precious hours he had spent with the other man. Memories of their time together danced through his mind like flickering candlelight, casting a warm glow of nostalgia over his thoughts.
He remembered the easy laughter they had shared, the effortless flowed conversation from one topic to the next. Each word exchanged had felt like a revelation, each smile shared like a secret glimpse into the other’s soul.
His heart skipped a beat as he recalled the moments of connection they had shared, the way their eyes had locked, sparking an electric charge that seemed to linger in the air between them.
He found himself longing to see the other man again, to pick up where they had left off and continue their journey of discovery together.
But of course, his mind wandered to also more... passionate memories. The memories of Karl’s big hands all over his body, the teeth on his neck, the dirty words, the palm between his legs…
He grinned to himself at that memory and bit his lower lip, feeling his earlobes burning. Oh, what was that man doing to him?
He woke up from his trance when he heard Rose entering the kitchen. He tried to play it cool in her presence and casually gave her her packed lunch box. She thanked him and put it in her school backpack. But the poorly suppressed grin on her father’s face didn’t go unnoticed by her sharp sight.
“Why are you smiling?” She probed curiously and smiled as well. She was again wearing her favorite red cloak.
“No reason,” Ethan lied. What else was he supposed to say?
He rather changed the subject and asked Rose if she wanted him to do her hair. She agreed with excitement. She liked when her father did her hair. He could do multiple different fun braid styles while she knew only how to do her ponytail or pigtails.
Well, it took Ethan a good amount of tutorial videos on YouTube and years of practice to master his skill. And he enjoyed to do Rose’s hair as well, despite how frustrating it was when he tried it for the first time.
She was sitting on a kitchen chair while Ethan was behind her, brushing her long, blonde hair. His fingers were deftly separating the strands with practiced precision before intertwining them into a French braid.
“Were you smiling because of Karl?” Rose’s unexpected question took him by surprise. How was she so smart to figure out such a thing?
“Why do you think that?”
“Because you are usually not smiling at the morning and you suddenly did after hanging out with him.” It was true, Ethan wasn’t usually beaming with morning enthusiasm. No wonder when he had to convince Rose every morning to wake up to school while she was hiding under her blanket and refusing to leave her bed. And all that was happening right after he skipped his sleep due to his work deadlines spent sitting at the laptop.
“And why are you asking?” Ethan tried to dodge answering directly.
“Do you like him?” Rose was persistent, though.
Ethan rolled his eyes and finished her braid with red ladybug hair tie. “Karl is a nice person.”
“I knew it!” She turned to look at him with a toothy smile. “Does it mean that you are no longer angry at me?”
The young father sighed. “I wasn’t angry at all, sweetie. Just really scared. Seriously, don’t do it again. Don’t leave the house without my permission. And don’t talk to the strangers. It was the first and the last time, understood?”
“Yes, dad,” she promised. Though there was something mischievous glistening in her eyes. “Sooo, if you are not angry at me, does it mean that I’m allowed to watch the TV?”
He chuckled. So that’s why Rose was asking so much. “Nice try. But the week without the TV still remains.”
Rose groaned unhappily at her father’s verdict. But then added, "I like Karl too!”
* * *
Ethan arrived back home after he took Rose to the school. He checked the time on his phone. He still had an hour to groom himself and prepare an early lunch before he will come. Karl might be hungry.
He had already a prepared lunch from the previous day, but he decided to be extra and quickly chopped the ingredients for the vegetable soup. He simply put everything in the pot, poured there enough water and let it cook.
He took out of the fridge the stored sarmale from the previous day and placed them on the baking pan. He then poured some extra tomato juice and water over them and put them in the oven to reheat them.
Sure, he cooked the meal for Rose and himself too, but impressing Karl by two-course meal was a great motivation to outdo himself. He would probably make a dessert as well if he had enough time. He learned how to make a pretty decent papanaşi. Maybe next time.
Next time.
It took him unusually longer to get himself ready. He spent a good amount of time in the shower. He had one towel wrapped around his waist while drying his damp hair with the other. He stared at himself in the mirror, over-thinking his look, desperately trying to deftly style his hair into the right shape but none seemed to be good enough. He was getting nervous and he couldn’t shake the feeling off. It’s not like this was supposed to be a date, was it? No, of course not. Just a… meet up? Yes, that might be the right name for it.
He applied a shave cream over his jaw, cheeks and neck. He needed to shave after two days as the stubble on his features started to get itself visible, which Ethan didn’t like.
As he carefully shaved himself, he finally realized why he was so uneasy. He was insecure. Yesterday went pretty good, but what if Karl will grow tired of him today? What if there won’t be nothing more to say between them? What if Karl won’t like how Ethan looks naked?
He put on his face an aftershave when he has finished. Rethinking Karl’s words from the previous day, he made it pretty obvious that he thinks that Ethan is not bad looking. So maybe his concerns were unnecessary?
He shook his head as he put on some deodorant. There was another distress eating him. He started to think about Mia.
Since she has passed away, he was with no one. He didn’t even dare to have someone for a one night, he wasn’t dating nor flirting with anyone. But he felt too comfortable with Karl to cross that line. And he started to feel guilty about it only now. What would Mia think?
Ethan sighed. He knew Mia too well. He knew that she would not wish for him to be alone all his life. And if it was the other way, Ethan would also want from Mia to move on with her life and find someone who would make her happy.
It has been ten years of a mourning. Maybe, it was time to move on. And see where things might go with Karl. No matter the outcome, he will give it a try.
He finally left the bathroom and went to his bedroom, searching for what to wear. Ethan joked to himself that he should choose something that he won’t miss if Karl will tear it apart just like his white button-up shirt. His cheeks flushed at the thought of Karl animalistically ripping off his clothes.
But which clothes he should sacrifice? Maybe some plain T-shirt, but that was way too casual. Maybe a half-shirt? No, he had only one and he liked it.
His heart jumped when he heard a doorbell.
“Shit!” He cursed to himself and quickly grabbed his navy button-up shirt. He didn’t wear it anyway. He paired it with white pants and rushed to the kitchen.
“Coming!” He yelled as he quickly turned off the oven and the stove as well when he made sure that the vegetables in the soup were soft. His perfectionist eye assumed that the kitchen could have been cleaned better, but he was out of the time already. Karl was waiting.
He approached the door but spared the last glance at himself. He looked too formal once again, but nothing would be good enough for him, so he had to just accept it. Ethan rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and undid few top buttons to appear more casual.
He finally opened. Karl greeted him with a huge grin on his face. He took off his sunglasses and ran his eyes over Ethan’s entire figure.
“Shit, I want to compliment you somehow but I don’t know how. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe you.” Karl said with adoration. That alone made Ethan’s all concerns melt.
“You don’t look bad yourself.” Ethan smiled back at him. But then he realized how weak his own compliment sounded so he tried to save it. “I mean, you look… handsome. Really handsome.”
“It feels good to hear it from the prettiest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Karl winked at him and finally stepped inside. Ethan closed the door behind him. He felt a sudden rush of adrenaline when he stood so close to Karl. He really did look extra good today. He wore black T-shirt with silver chain around his neck, paired with black pants. His hair was now tied up to man bun which complimented his visage impossibly well. It looked so different compared to what he wore previously. His leather hat and gloves were gone.
Ethan could tell that he took extra time to groom himself as well.
Karl hooked his sunglasses on his T-shirt. When he was with Ethan, he no longer felt the need to hide his yellow eyes all the time. Not after Ethan told him that his eyes were ‘beautiful’. Oh, how did he deserve to meet such a man?
“Aren’t you hungry? I’ve just finished cooking a lunch.” Ethan asked him and leaded Karl further into the kitchen. He opened the oven and removed the lid from the soup for Heisenberg to see what he prepared. He hoped to impress Karl and wanted him to try his cooking. But ‘impressed’ wasn’t really the word to describe what he has seen on Karl’s face.
“Ethan, that’s really nice of you, but,” Karl started as he stared at the food, “when I’ve said I have a ‘special’ diet, I meant it.”
“Oh. Sorry, I thought that it was just an excuse back then. I didn’t know-“
“It’s okay, I didn’t tell you, you couldn’t know that,” Karl reassured him and placed his palm on Ethan’s shoulder, “I appreciate the thought, though. I really do. It’s so sweet of you to think about me.”
Karl had no urge to hide anything from Ethan, he felt safe and comfortable in his presence. He straightforward told him that he usually ate meat, fish or eggs. Everything only raw.
“So you are not eating people like the fairytale says,” Ethan pointed out.
“No, of course not.” Karl made a disgusted grimace.
“How did that fairytale even spread? Who made it up? You are completely different than how it describes you.”
Heisenberg heaved a sigh. He understood Ethan’s curiosity, but he felt like it was too much of a big topic to talk about right now. “Let’s just say that there used to be someone who didn’t want me to be free. And when I finally managed to be, that person did everything to assure that I will never be happy. It just kept spreading among villagers like a fire.”
“Jesus.” Ethan gave him a sympathetic look. “I'm so sorry to hear that.”
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Karl quickly brushed it off, not in the mood to dig into it any further. And he appreciated that Ethan was understanding enough to not pry it, at least not now. Did that man had any bad sides?
Well, there was one certain side which took Karl’s interest yesterday. The one which made him touch himself the last night just thinking about it. The depiction of Ethan being so innocent yet so playful and eager. So shy yet indulging to what felt good to him. He wanted to see him lose his inhibitions again by taking control of his pleasure. He wanted to make him feel so good and watch all his self-respect leave from him while taking Karl’s cock.
Those mental images were enough to make Heisenberg’s cock swell. He never met someone as exciting as Ethan Winters.
Ethan noticed the change in Karl’s eyes as he sized him up once again. He recognized that gaze.
“What?” Ethan asked him with a knowing smirk.
“I was just thinking where we have stopped yesterday.” Karl stood up tall and closed the remaining distance between him and Ethan. He placed his palm on Ethan’s chest and abruptly backed him against the wall.
“Oh, I remember now.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the younger man’s ear. His voice took on a low, seductive tone, laden with desire. “You screamed my name when I made you come.”
He could felt how tense Ethan became. He slightly leaned back just enough to see the blond's face. He heard his breath quicken, eyes full of anticipation, heat radiating from his body, face flustered. He had him exactly where he wanted.
Karl’s hand on Ethan’s chest traveled up, fingers tantalizingly brushing against his collarbone, neck, reaching to his chin and pinching it between his fingers to make Ethan look at him. Not that Ethan had any intention to look anywhere else than at Karl.
From the moment he laid his eyes on Ethan, his world shifted. His presence, his essence, they were all intoxicating, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And that feeling was going nowhere. He wanted to watch Ethan to submit to the pleasure Karl will give him. He was a predator, after all. He liked to play with his prey.
He gently tilted Ethan’s head to have a good look at the place on his neck where he left a bite mark. A part of him was happy to see a visible mark he left on the man he desired, but the other part of him was angry at himself that he didn’t ask first before he did it, he left himself being too carried away. He should have. He apologized for that.
“Don’t worry about that,” Ethan reassured him, “I would tell you or stopped you if I didn’t like something. And the same goes for you. If I do something you don’t like, tell me immediately.”
Karl felt relieved with that answer. “Of course.”
“Besides…” A devilish smile tugged at Ethan’s lips, his voice dripping with desire. “I enjoyed it.”
Karl copied his naughty smirk and leaned even more forward to Ethan. Their faces were so close that he could felt Ethan’s breath hitting his face, slightly cooling his heated skin. “Is that so? And what else do you enjoy? You didn’t give me an answer to that yet.”
Ethan was thinking. Honestly, he wasn’t sure yet of what he liked in bed. There were few things he enjoyed, for example when Karl took the control, but he wasn’t sure of a further details yet.
“That’s okay,” Karl comforted him when Ethan gave him a frank answer, “I had a time to learn a bit about you.”
“Really? And what have you learned?”
“Hmmm…” A predatory gleam sparked in Karl’s eyes as he removed his hand from Ethan’s chin and moved his face to his neck. The tickling brush of his beard against the sensitive skin made Ethan quiver. The air shifted with tension.
“Your neck is so deliciously responsive,” Karl stated matter-of-factly.
While placing his hands on Ethan’s hips, he gave few wet kisses on the tender expanse of Ethan’s neck. His tongue darted out to trace a slow, deliberate path along the pulsing vein. He savored the taste of the younger man’s skin, relishing in the way Ethan’s breath hitched and his body arched towards him.
Feeling the fervor of passion between them, Karl’s kisses grew more fervent, transitioning from gentle and teasing to lavish and insistent. He nipped at the delicate flesh, his teeth grazing over the sensitive surface, teasingly nibbling him. Ethan said that he enjoyed when Karl bit him for the first time, so he had no reason to not do it again.
Karl’s teeth sank into the tender flesh of Ethan’s neck, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure mingled with a hint of pain. His grip tightened on Ethan’s hips, anchoring him in the place. He felt the primal desire igniting within him, losing himself in the moment. Karl surrendered himself to the intoxicating taste and scent of Ethan’s skin and the delicious sounds escaping from his mouth.
Ethan whined when Karl bit him. It was a bit painful, but not unpleasant. Heisenberg’s tongue lapped at the spot, soothing the slight sting with gentle and tender strokes. His touch was both reverent and possessive.
“I’m not the only one who enjoys the biting part, huh?” Ethan chuckled, though he sounded breathless already. Karl liked to think that he was the only one able to make Ethan turned on so fast.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Heisenberg smirked as he lifted his face to look into Ethan’s eyes once again. He noticed how they darkened with desire, making Karl go weak. If that man will keep staring at him like that, he won’t hold back.
“And what is it that you like, Karl?” Ethan gave him the same question. “What do you like in bed?”
Heisenberg’s response was physical. Without any warning, he grabbed Ethan by his jaw with a firm grip. His other hand has wrapped Ethan around his slim waist, further pressing him against the wall with his own body. He liked how their bodies perfectly aligned together.
“I like whimpering, obedient bitches like you.”
If anyone else had talked to him like that, Ethan knew that he would punch that person immediately. But when Karl did it, it was excitingly sexy. Because it was all a part of their game. Something what only they shared together.
Karl enjoyed how he made Ethan speechless, his blue eyes stared at him widened and deliciously submissive. He didn’t wait for any response and captured Ethan’s lips in a searing kiss.
Ethan automatically parted his lips and their tongues met, intertwining and molding together with rough strokes. Oh, how soft were Ethan’s lips, so tempting, impossible to resist. Karl loved how they felt against his own. And the way how Ethan was kissing, leaving Karl impressed by how good he was at it.
Without any warning, Karl went for a kill. He pressed his knee between Ethan’s legs, applying just enough pressure to tease and tantalize. He moved it in a slow, deliberate motion, rubbing against Ethan’s dick. Each movement sent the shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Ethan’s body, his hips instinctively grinding against Karl’s knee in search of more friction.
Ethan broke the kiss and moaned loudly, but Karl gave him no space to take a breath and sealed their lips again as he kept holding him by his jaw and did not allow him to move away. The air was filled with the noises of their loud breathing through nose, wet kisses and silenced moans.
Karl’s grip tightened on Ethan’s waist as he continued his torturous ministrations. Ethan’s body was writhing against the wall as Karl’s knee continued its relentless assault. The pleasure built within Ethan, gradually igniting further, making him feel hot and desperate for more. He wanted more. He need it, needed Karl.
Heisenberg felt Ethan slowly getting hard, the bulge in his pants growing. And he wasn’t feeling any different.
His body was heating up, the blood flooding down between his legs, the familiar burn knotting in his abdomen as the excitement grew. He was pleased that Ethan was playing along. Karl loved to be rough, but in the back of his head, he was secretly worried if he wasn’t ‘too much’ for the poor human. But he kept comforting himself that Ethan would tell him if he didn’t like it. And he wondered how far could Ethan keep up with him.
Ethan finally decided to not let his hands for himself. He placed one hand between Karl’s shoulder blades, moving it lower over his spine with light and teasing touch until he rested his palm on Karl’s firm ass, eliciting a pleased hum from him.
Ethan’s fingers of his other hand found their way into Karl’s hair. He pulled out the tie and his greying hair dropped down to his shoulders. He liked the bun, but he craved to just dig his fingers into the softness of Karl’s locks.
He tugged at the strands as if to pull him closer, their bodies pressing together in a desperate embrace.
Karl watched Ethan’s body language, learning what he was enjoying. His hand traveled lower and grabbed his buttcheek, his touch both tender and possessive as he deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling in a dance of fervor and need. His kiss was urgent, claiming every inch of Ethan’s mouth as if it was his rightful territory. His lips explored every contour, every crevice, leaving no part untouched by his fervent desire while continuing his teasing and torment with his knee between the other man’s thighs, getting from him more pleased moans as a reward.
When they finally broke the kiss, their lips swollen and their breaths ragged, Karl’s eyes bore into Ethan’s with an intensity that spoke volumes. His voice was a low, husky whisper, “You have no idea how badly I ache for you.”
Ethan responded to that without words. He grabbed Karl by his wrist and gently pushed him away. Karl let himself being guided to Ethan’s bedroom.
As they entered, he paid zero attention to how the room looked like, his eyes were only on Ethan. And he watched him closely, seduced by his charm. He lifted his hands up when Ethan grabbed the hem of his shirt and undressed him.
Ethan took his time to just stare at Karl’s bare upper body, appreciating the sight. His frame was sturdy and solid with hints of a softer, more relaxed physique, abdomen gently protruded over his belt line. But his shoulders, chest and arms were toned, the hard muscles visible even through the layer of softness. His posture was perfectly upright, exuding a confidence. And his gorgeous, tanned skin was peppered with dark hair and marred with few healed scars. They raised a curiosity within Ethan to ask him what happened to him, feeling sorry for whatever he faced in the past. But he decided to save that question for later to not ruin the moment.
“Like what you see?” Karl smirked mischievously at him.
“Very much.” Ethan responded with the same playfulness as he dared to run his hand over Karl’s chest, loving how it felt.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Karl roughly pushed Ethan on the bed, making him gasp as he abruptly hit the soft surface with his back. Karl quickly got on top of him, the mattress yielded under their weight as he grabbed Ethan’s knees and spread his legs wide, shifting between them.
“I would also like to enjoy the view.” He said as he torn apart his shirt with primal force, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the air. Ethan saw that coming, or at least he secretly hoped that Karl would do that again. It turned him on a lot.
“You like to ruin my clothes?” Ethan joked as he helped Karl to remove what was left from his shirt and threw it on the ground.
“You don’t seem to mind.” He winked at him before he lowered his head to Ethan’s athletic body.
Karl’s lips descended upon Ethan’s chest, leaving a trail of searing kisses and nips along the way. He paid homage to every inch of exposed skin, his tongue tracing patterns of pleasure against the heated flesh. He could hear Ethan’s breath quickening once again, loud and unsteady. Oh, this is exactly how he wanted to have him. Vulnerable, needy body beneath him, pleading half-lidded eyes staring at him, moans and whimpers of pleasure escaping from pink lips. That depiction alone was making Karl go insane.
He kissed his chest lustfully, his beard and hair were ticking the sensitive, flushed skin.
Karl’s lips hungrily captured a hardened nipple, teasing it with gentle nibbles before he sucked it hard. His hands continued their exploration, tracing the contour of Ethan’s hips. And Ethan quickly turned into a squirming mess. He felt the spasms between his legs, the blood leaving his brain and rushing down there. And that’s exactly where all his thinking went. He was so horny, he wanted to be taken already. Heisenberg was making him addicted to this feeling.
But while Ethan was growing more impatient, Karl was taking his time to savor the moment which he was waiting for. He shifted his attention to the other nipple, lavishing it with equal fervor. His tongue flicked and circled, his teeth grazing against sensitive flesh. He relished in the anticipation, knowing by Ethan’s reactions that he held the power to drive him to the brink of ecstasy.
He moved his head lower, his lips leaving a trail of fire along Ethan’s abdomen, his hands gripping his hips possessively. He went even lower with his kisses, each adoring Ethan’s body as if it was a masterpiece by itself. That human was awaking the most wildest part of his nature.
Ethan’s pants were in his way to go even lower. He looked up at him to make sure if he was okay to continue this way.
“May I?” Karl asked and placed his hands on the belt of Ethan’s pants. Ethan nodded urgently. Yes, he needed to be freed from that uncomfortable tightness of the fabric.
Heisenberg didn’t need to be told twice. He swiftly discarded Ethan’s pants together with his boxers at once, throwing them wherever. The younger man was exposed to him in his whole beauty, making Karl drooling. He lasciviously licked his lips as he lowered his head between Ethan’s thighs. He was already fully erected.
Karl grabbed those thighs and caressed them with raw neediness. They were silky-smooth to the touch, so strong yet so soft. He kissed them with tender appreciation, moving closer to Ethan’s groin but not quite there on purpose to torture him and get the most of his sweet reactions. His mouth trailed a path of heated licks, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He reveled in the taste of Ethan’s skin, the musky scent of a man drove him wild with desire. The pale skin looked so deliciously clear that he couldn’t help himself but leave there his own mark. Of course, it was too early to want Ethan to be his, he knew better than that. But there was this primitive part inside him which wanted to do just that.
He sucked the velvety skin on multiple spots, mapping it with colorful hickeys. He moaned at the sensation when he left himself sink his teeth into the flesh, though he controlled himself to not bite too deep. And Ethan’s body quivered helplessly, begging for more. It felt great, but he needed more. He needed to be touched differently.
“Karl,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper.
“Yes, Ethan?”
“Take me. Right now. Please.”
Heisenberg was to weak and impatient himself to resist Ethan’s wish. He took it as a command.
“Lay on your belly and get on your knees and elbows.”
Ethan did exactly as Karl told him to do. He put his ass in the air for Karl to give him a better access. He instructed Karl to get a lubricant from the drawer on his nightstand. Karl found the said bottle and poured a good amount of a lube on his fingers. Ethan watched him as he heated it between his fingers. And it was only now when he realized that Karl’s sharp claws were gone. They were clipped off, now looking like normal fingernails but a bit thicker than human’s.
“Why did you cut your-“ He didn’t finish his question when he realized the answer, “Oh.”
“Exactly.” A devilish smirk stretched on Karl’s lips as he got to his position behind Ethan. He didn’t like to cut off his claws because it was more complicated to hunt without them, so he much rather preferred to wear gloves than doing it. But for this moment, he didn’t mind to do it for Ethan’s comfort. Besides, they will grow again within a week.
He spared a few seconds just sitting there to admire the tempting display before him. Perfectly shaped, firm ass waiting to be taken in all the ways imaginable. Karl was already planning all those possible positions he could try with Ethan and he wanted to do all of them with him. God, that human was so irresistible.
He slapped Ethan’s butt with his free hand, eliciting another whimper from him. He kneaded lustfully the reddened skin and then kissed it. He circled his lubricated finger teasingly around the pink flesh of Ethan’s entrance, hearing the hitch of Ethan’s breath. And as he dared to push the first finger inside, he bit his buttcheek at the same time, leaving another mark on his body. Ethan gasped, looking at Karl through his shoulder as best as he could in this position.
Karl licked the bite in a soothing manner and started to work his finger in and out, the slickness of lube eased the way. He was stretching Ethan gradually, preparing him for what was to come. Oh, he was so tight, so warm. He couldn’t wait to thrust his dick inside him, feel that tight warmness in a different way.
He pulled out his finger, applied more lube and this time, he pressed two fingers at once. While he was fingering him, he was also carefully watching Ethan’s reactions, making sure that it wasn’t too uncomfortable for him.
The younger man was silent this time, gnawing his lower lip and staring back at Karl. The intrusion inside him wasn’t very pleasant, but he knew this needed to be done. Otherwise, it would hurt like hell. And he was grateful for how attentive and caring Karl was. He appreciated him a lot.
And out of nowhere, Ethan felt a great amount of pleasure shooting through his body. His spine automatically arched even further, his mouth felt open and he moaned loudly. His eyes widened at the sudden sensation. Oh, that was great, he needed to feel that again!
“There you go, buttercup.” Karl’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched Ethan’s reaction to his touch. The way Ethan’s body arched and that delicious moan that spilled from his lips only fueled Karl’s desire further. He knew he had found his sweet spot.
With a newfound determination, Karl continued to curl his fingers, seeking out that spot again and again. He relished in the way Ethan’s body responded, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed in perfect harmony with Karl’s movements. Each time he brushed his fingers against that sensitive bundle of nerves, Ethan’s moans grew louder, more desperate.
As Karl spoke, his voice was all low and husky as he added the third finger, “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Ethan breathed between his moans. His face was burning at this point, the beads of sweat started to form on his forehead, his heart was beating on a mad speed. The stimulation of his prostate was making him shake of gradually building pleasure. It felt greater with every thrust.
But before he could reach the peak of his pleasure, Karl withdrew his fingers, leaving him empty. Ethan made an irritated sound. He must be torturing him on purpose.
“Goddamnit, Karl! Just fuck me! Fuck me already!”
Karl couldn’t help to not chuckle when he heard those words. Oh, where was that shy Ethan now?
“With pleasure,” Karl said and finally undressed his own trousers and underwear. And Ethan kept watching him, drinking the sight of Karl’s beautiful, naked body kneeling behind him. His thick thighs were covered in dark hair just like the rest of his body. And of course, his eyes curiously stared at his cock as well.
Well, the fairytale did not lie about one thing. The wolf was truly big. His erected cock was long and thick, the veins filled with pulsing blood, the head dripping with pre-cum.
“Woah, you make me insecure.” Ethan chuckled, though the laugh sounded small and breathless, almost unhearable.
Karl smirked proudly. “Thanks. But you are pretty big yourself.”
“Why thank you.” Ethan also smirked with a mischief in his eyes. That actually boosted up his confidence.
Karl opened the bottle once again and poured more lube on his hand, covering his cock with it. He wanted nothing more than to give Ethan exactly what he craved.
Without further hesitation, Karl positioned himself behind Ethan, the head of his throbbing dick pressing against Ethan’s waiting entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, relishing in the tightness that enveloped him, the way Ethan’s body yielded to his. Another brief gasp was heard from the man under him.
Karl moaned at the intoxicating feeling of being completely sheathed within Ethan’s warmth. He commanded Ethan to place his hands behind his back. And when Ethan did just that, Karl gripped both his wrists and hold them firmly in place with one hand. Heisenberg pressed his free hand on Ethan’s nape to hold him down, leaving him completely vulnerable and helpless.
Positioned like this, Karl started to slowly thrust into Ethan, angling his moves to seek out that sensitive spot within him. And when he finally heard another loud moan from the man under him, he focused on that spot. His pace fastened quickly until it turned into brutish, rough thrusts. And Ethan understood what Karl meant when he said that he ‘likes it differently’.
He was at Karl’s mercy, unable to do anything but take it. His cheek was pressed against the bed, the position was a bit uncomfortable. He was fucked raw from the behind, the thrusts were too fast, too deep, the stretch too sudden. The rhythm was too rough and primal to be human's and Karl’s stamina seemed to be unwavering. It was as if Karl was an untamed beast, taking Ethan with a feral desire and insatiable hunger. He felt like he was being mounted, claimed with the raw passion.
And yet, it was perfect. Karl was hitting all the right spots with calculated precision each time he thrusted forward, yanking from Ethan his breath, leaving him speechless and able to only moan out load with delight. The pleasure within him built once again in a crescendo, growing stronger. And he was secretly grateful that Karl's tempo was nowhere to stop.
Ethan’s senses were overwhelmed, his mind consumed by the sheer intensity of the experience. He surrendered himself completely to Karl.
The tingling pleasure surged through Karl each time he drove into Ethan, the friction and heat intensifying within him. He couldn’t get enough of the way Ethan’s body responded to him, the way he writhed and moaned beneath his touch. His own moans filled the air, although he wasn’t as vocal as Ethan. Which of course didn’t mean he was enjoying himself any less. This was better than he imagined it would feel like. His body was glistening with fresh sweat, he felt his damp hair gluing to his face as he continued his brutal tempo, giving the poor human no mercy.
“You feel so fucking good, Ethan,” Karl growled, his voice thick with lust, “you are so good for me.”
Ethan’s eyes rolled backwards from that praise. He was losing his mind over the mix of all the heady sensations surrounding him. He closed his eyes tightly, focusing only on the incredible feeling. His moans got on a higher pitched tone as his pleasure built into an unbearable peak, reaching his orgasm. He officially lost all his rational thinking as his world shrank to this moment only, fading into oblivion. All that mattered now was the overwhelming pleasure.
Karl leaned more forward to kiss Ethan between his shoulder blades. “You have such a pretty back, Ethan. I should fuck you from behind more often.”
Karl’s breath came in a ragged gasps. The room was filled with their moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding in an animalistic coupling. His primal instincts took over as he ravaged Ethan with relentless force. His own pleasure reached the new heights, feeling himself getting closer.
“Ah, fuck, ah! I won’t last long!” Ethan yelled as his orgasm became too intense, he couldn’t hold himself anymore.
Karl got even closer to him, his bigger frame was pressing against Ethan’s back, pinning him down even further. He whispered sensually to his ear, “Come for me, then. Show me how good it feels to be fucked by me.”
And with those words said, it was over for Ethan. He screamed Karl’s name for the last time before the dam broke. The release crashed over him, his body convulsed with ecstasy as he emptied himself with satisfaction, his cum spilling on the bedsheets. Karl pounded into him few more times before he also moaned Ethan’s name with gratification. And then, Ethan felt his insides being filled with the warm cum.
Out of breath and spent, Karl slowly withdrew from Ethan’s body, his movements gentle and careful. He laid next to Ethan and they both took a good amount of time to catch their breath and proceed what has just happened in the afterglow of their passion. The weariness took over them.
“Shit, that was perfect.” Ethan was the first one to say something, his voice sounded way more normal now.
Karl smiled at him when he heard those words. He eyed Ethan, admiring how he looked after sex. His face, neck and chest were colored in pink, body was shining with the sheen of sweat, chest rising and falling calmly, a soft smile plastered on his lips, eyes sparkling happily. His blond hair was messy, few strands sticked to his wet forehead. His body was beautifully covered in Karl’s marks, from outside and inside, and his primitive side squeaked with satisfaction at his own creation.
“You were more than perfect, Ethan,” Karl replied. He moved closer to the other man, relishing in the warmth that radiated between them. “You were everything I could have ever wanted.”
He reached out, his hand caressing Ethan’s cheek, his touch filled with a tenderness that belied how rough he was just moments ago. Ethan grabbed his hand and gave it an almost loving kiss on its back. And Karl shifted even closer, the desire for a moment of intimacy and closeness took over him. His strong arms enveloped Ethan in a gentle embrace as he hugged him around his waist. Ethan did just the same thing and he also hugged Karl around his waist.
Heisenberg buried his face in the crook of Ethan’s neck, inhaling the scent of their shared passion. He seemed to like to do it often as Ethan’s mellow scent and warmth were the strongest there. Karl’s touch was tender, his fingers traced soothing circles on Ethan’s back, offering a gentle caress. They laid there, entwined in each other’s arms, finding solace in the intimacy of their shared embrace. And in that quiet moment, the time seemed to stood still. The whole world seemed peaceful as if all worries magically melted away. It was only a fleeting moment, but they both were sure they will remember forever their unexpected encounter.
“Do you…” Ethan stared at Karl with a question in his eyes as he waited for him to finish what he wanted to say. He found it adorable how the other man seemed to be shy out of sudden.
“Do I what?” Ethan encouraged him to continue.
“Do you want to… meet up again?”
Ethan’s heart jumped at that question. He didn’t expect Karl to be the one to ask such a thing and being even nervous about it. Did he worry that Ethan would possibly turn him down?
“Of course!” He said with more enthusiasm than he expected from himself. “I would love that.”
Karl seemed to be relieved by Ethan’s answer. He closed the distance between them and kissed Ethan tenderly. It felt way differently than when they were kissing in their horny state. And Ethan found himself to also enjoy to be like this with Karl. He felt a new warmth spreading through his chest.
Their embrace broke when Ethan managed to get out of the bed. He took his phone from the kitchen where he left it to check out the time.
“When will you go pick up Rose?” Karl asked him when Ethan came back to the bedroom.
“We still have three hours until her last class.”
“Poor kid,” Karl chuckled and then yawned, stretching his arms with exhaustion. “Would you mind if I take a nap? I’m fucking tired.”
“Sure, take a rest,” Ethan replied with a smile and went to the bathroom to clean himself.
Funny how the whole village was terrified of the Big Bad Wolf, while the said wolf was now sleeping in his bed like a puppy.