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broadwritingTitle: "Taste" 1/1
Series Title: "Chosen" (Part Six) "Claimed" Universe Piece
Author: Brenda
Pairing: Karl Urban/Harry Sinclair
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Karl pleasures Harry.
Website: Broadwriting
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And I doubt Harry & Karl were ever in Istanbul together. But, you never know.
Notes: Written for the Blow It With Feeling challenge. My word was 'worship'.
Ridiculously late birthday gift for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nancec, because she loves these two as much as I do. *mwah*
"Come down from your pedestals
And open your mouths"
--Depeche Mode
**Istanbul, 1492A.D.**
"I cannot imagine a time when I will tire of this."
"Of what?" Harry asked, on a breathless sigh.
"This." Karl licked a slow path back up Harry's cock and admired the way it glistened in the candlelight and shadows dancing across their tent. "Tasting you."
"Fuck, old man..."
"Not yet." Karl smiled and lowered his head again. Silk pillows rustled as he settled in place between Harry's legs. "Let me do this for you."
"Anything," Harry whispered, already sinking under Karl's expert, loving mouth and tongue. Harry buried long fingers in a fall of dark hair and held tight. The heavy scent of incense burned his throat, drugged him with every shaky inhale of breath. Karl ran a jagged path along the hard curve of Harry's hip with his tongue before closing lips over him again.
"Please," Harry breathed, not entirely certain why he was begging. Karl leaned over him, lips moist with pre-come as they parted, sinking tight across Harry's cock. Harry was drowning in silk, sinking in heat, lavished with sleek swipes of tongue. Every glide a benediction, every ragged moan a dark prayer. //More, Karl, please...//
//Always.// Both promise and seduction. Sharp fangs raked a path along Harry's length, and Harry shuddered into it, each muscle clenching, then unclenching. As always, the shock and thrill of Karl over him, on him, lips and teeth marking their territory, seduced him with its power. Forever bound by blood, by love, by the Fates themselves.
Karl met Harry's needy gaze on the next slide. He reached up, clasped Harry's hand in one of his own, and closed tight lips over, around, dragged down Harry's cock in a slow twist.
Harry kept his eyes open, and let himself fall over the edge, Karl's name a mantra on his lips.
"Have I told you lately that I love the way you taste?" Karl asked as he slid up, lips ghosting across Harry's in reverent caress.
Harry ran his hands down an elegant back and smiled into Karl's dark grin. "You could never tell me enough."
"I love tasting you, puppy." Karl's next kiss mingled their tastes together, and Harry thought maybe that tasted the best of all.
***
Series Title: "Chosen" (Part Six) "Claimed" Universe Piece
Author: Brenda
Pairing: Karl Urban/Harry Sinclair
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Karl pleasures Harry.
Website: Broadwriting
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And I doubt Harry & Karl were ever in Istanbul together. But, you never know.
Notes: Written for the Blow It With Feeling challenge. My word was 'worship'.
Ridiculously late birthday gift for
nancec, because she loves these two as much as I do. *mwah*"Come down from your pedestals
And open your mouths"
--Depeche Mode
**Istanbul, 1492A.D.**
"I cannot imagine a time when I will tire of this."
"Of what?" Harry asked, on a breathless sigh.
"This." Karl licked a slow path back up Harry's cock and admired the way it glistened in the candlelight and shadows dancing across their tent. "Tasting you."
"Fuck, old man..."
"Not yet." Karl smiled and lowered his head again. Silk pillows rustled as he settled in place between Harry's legs. "Let me do this for you."
"Anything," Harry whispered, already sinking under Karl's expert, loving mouth and tongue. Harry buried long fingers in a fall of dark hair and held tight. The heavy scent of incense burned his throat, drugged him with every shaky inhale of breath. Karl ran a jagged path along the hard curve of Harry's hip with his tongue before closing lips over him again.
"Please," Harry breathed, not entirely certain why he was begging. Karl leaned over him, lips moist with pre-come as they parted, sinking tight across Harry's cock. Harry was drowning in silk, sinking in heat, lavished with sleek swipes of tongue. Every glide a benediction, every ragged moan a dark prayer. //More, Karl, please...//
//Always.// Both promise and seduction. Sharp fangs raked a path along Harry's length, and Harry shuddered into it, each muscle clenching, then unclenching. As always, the shock and thrill of Karl over him, on him, lips and teeth marking their territory, seduced him with its power. Forever bound by blood, by love, by the Fates themselves.
Karl met Harry's needy gaze on the next slide. He reached up, clasped Harry's hand in one of his own, and closed tight lips over, around, dragged down Harry's cock in a slow twist.
Harry kept his eyes open, and let himself fall over the edge, Karl's name a mantra on his lips.
"Have I told you lately that I love the way you taste?" Karl asked as he slid up, lips ghosting across Harry's in reverent caress.
Harry ran his hands down an elegant back and smiled into Karl's dark grin. "You could never tell me enough."
"I love tasting you, puppy." Karl's next kiss mingled their tastes together, and Harry thought maybe that tasted the best of all.
***
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Date: 2004-02-11 07:58 pm (UTC)Every new bit of Claimed is a cause for celebration. Lovely!
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Date: 2004-02-12 07:33 pm (UTC)Sorry, most likely reading too much into this; just curious.
Re:
Date: 2004-02-13 03:18 am (UTC)It was a completely random date, I promise. But it does make for a nice allegory, doesn't it?
Glad you liked it.
*mwah*