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"Tell me, my love, or I won't know," Karl whispered against Aiden's neck, angling his fingers upwards, but not touching his prostate. "Fucking... hell... More --", Aiden said, arching his back, trying to get Karl touch that spot. Karl laughed, harsh and exotic. "Mhmm- I need better words, min elskede. You want more? Beg." Aiden felt like he was losing his fucking mind. Karl had told him he wanted to play harsher, dabble in BDSM as he used to do before, apparently, but holy shit. He felt so fucking subservient, willing to get on his knees, lick Karl's boots clean, just to get fucked. Lick his boots clean, now that was an idea. "P-please, Karl, please fuck me. Please, my love, please. Fuck, please." Karl smiled. He, too, had been going mad with desire, but he could control himself, unlike his boyfriend, who was now shamelessly rutting against his fingers. He took his fingers out and teased Aiden's hole with his cock. "Tell me just how much you need me. Tøs, min tøs. Skat, do you think they know that Aiden Black, best and most reputed physics student at Oxford University, this year, best sports player, is such a beautiful, needy slut for his boyfriend, the unknown Karl Agard, hmm? Do they know?"
Aiden didn't know who they were, but that thought was humiliating, to say the least. His parents, homophobic but sweet as a general rule, thought him to be their straight boy who was not interested in relationships. The humiliation made Aiden's cock throb harder, and it grew, impossibly. He turned his head towards Karl and whined, "Please, Karl, please fuck me. Please." Karl said, "I'm giving in early because it's your first time doing this. I will not be so kind next time. Understand?" Aiden gasped slightly and nodded jerkily. Karl started moving and thrusting, slow at first, then fast. Karl jerked Aiden's cock slowly. They came at the same time.
Aiden's mind was moving at a million miles per hour. "Karl," he pronounced,"That. Was incredible. And hot." Karl laughed, his voice rich and musical. "Would you like to do it again, mit hjerte?" Aiden's voice caught in his throat. The casual use of Danish to him, a non-Danish speaker was HOT. And, oh, he was hard again. Painfully hard. Karl- he had noticed, all right. He was smirking and gently mouthing various parts of Aiden's body. Except for the god damn'd cock. Aiden winced when Karl gently bit down on one of his nipples, not enough to draw blood, but enough for his back to arch and a soft moan to emerge from his throat. Karl grinned. Aiden felt like fucking prey. And, oh Lord, he liked it. Way too much. Karl murmured against Aiden's pulse at his throat, "Baby boy, let's see if you can cum without me touching you this time, huh?" Aiden nodded and Karl tweaked one of his nipples harshly. Aiden cried out, but not in pain. No, Aiden was a masochist. And our dear Karl knew it perfectly. Karl pressed a gentle kiss on Aiden's abs. It was a gentle, soft, loving gesture. His hand travelled up to Aiden's throat and started pushing softly, not enough to completely cut off his air supply yet. Slowly, he eased him into it, till the edges of Aiden's vision were blurring and all his nerve endings were heightened with perception. As Karl let go, he whispered in Aiden's year in that gravelly but musical voice, "Come for me, baby." And Aiden came. Like a fucking teenager. All over his stomach and Karl's. He saw that Karl was hard too. He looked at Karl with the best pleading eyes he could and said, "K-karl...". "Daddy, you agreed to it," Karl corrected gently, "or Sir." Aiden looked up through his lashes. "S-sir... Could I p-please suck your c-cock?" Karl looked pleased and grinned from ear to ear. "But of course, min tøs. You deserve it as a reward for being such a good boy for Daddy, don't you? On your knees, then." Karl sat on the edge of the bed and Aiden knelt in front of him. He gave the head a tentative lick. Karl's precum was salty and bitter all in once. He then engulfed it in his warm, wet mouth, suckling idly. Karl let out a low groan and pulled Aiden closer by his hair. Now his cock was touching Aiden's palate, and it was not even halfway in. Aiden looked up at Karl, tears streaming forth his eyes, and Karl merely smirked and grabbed him by his soft neck hairs and pulled him closer. Aiden gasped. He could now only breathe in through his nose. And that was difficult. But he would do anything for this wonderful man in front of him. He bobbed his head up and down as Karl spewed a litany of praises and affirmations. Then he came down Aiden's throat, and Aiden swallowed every single drop. Then Karl looked him in the eye and said, "We need to get you cleaned up, love."
Aiden loved the aftercare. Karl picked him up as one does with a bride and carried him to their spacious bathroom. He slowly washed Aiden up before washing himself, dressed both of them, then carried him back to bed, cuddling him to sleep.
Aiden loved this man. He loved giving up control, if only for this man. And, it was hot.
Karl's last thoughts before drifting off was of how much he loved Aiden, and how much he wanted to hold him down, tie him up and fuck him raw every day. He wanted to cuddle the love of his life till the day they passed together. Aiden was his only muse, and one must forgive a man for wanting to bend over and fuck his muse 24/7. As long as it's hot and enjoyable to everyone.
Au revoir.