Prison Island
24.
He had come to have a special sense when it came to Karl. Even without looking, he could tell that he was close. It wasn't even announced to him by the sound of leaves rustling, or branches cracking under Karl's steps. He simply knew, but he pretended to be busy gathering dry leaves and whatever he could for the fire at the camp.
Karl didn't say anything for a while. In the end, Francesco straightened up and looked around until he spotted him. "Don't be a creepy stalker."
Karl didn't comment on that but walked over to him. The way his lips were set in a grim line could be interpreted as bad news. That had been before; now, Francesco wanted to keep the fucker on his toes so that he could get what he wanted.
"He's gone," Karl said curtly. "Out hunting."
"I know," Francesco replied with a small shrug. "He does the same thing every day. I live with him, remember?"
"Come." Karl took his arm and began dragging him.
"Hey, easy," Francesco warned. "I'm not your puppet."
Karl turned brusquely toward him and let go of his arm. He bit his lips like he didn't have any idea how to say whatever he wanted to say. "Why are you being such a bitch?"
Francesco frowned. He knew exactly what irked the bastard, but he had to play his cards well. "You mean, why do I put my ass up for you, like a bitch? I thought you liked that."
"No." Karl scowled. "You're being nasty, saying that stuff --"
"What stuff?" To show that he had no fear, he pushed himself into Karl's face. They were close enough to kiss, and Francesco noted, with a small shiver, the warmth coming off the other's body. Yeah, he was a bitch alright, one eager to get fucked.
"You know what." Karl locked his eyes with his. "You're insulting me." He said the words like they were strange to him. "In front of him."
Francesco wrapped his arms slowly around him and gave him a soft kiss, lingering until he could feel Karl relax into his embrace. "I don't want him to suspect a thing," he murmured as he slowly bit on the other's lips, coaxing them to open. "I don't want him to get jealous over you."
"But you're okay with me being jealous over him," Karl mumbled. By how his body reacted, Francesco could tell he would win soon.
He brushed one hand over Karl's chest, feeling his hardened nipples. He hadn't gotten to experiment much with the fucker, as he seemed all about fucking. By the small and sharp intake of breath, he could tell that Karl might not have any idea his tits were sensitive.
"You can take it. You're strong," Francesco cooed.
"You're making fun of me again." Even as he said those words, Karl was turning his head so that he could feel Francesco's kisses more.
"I'm not. You have nothing to worry about. Do you want to fuck?"
Karl let out a small grunt. "Let me be your man again, Cesco."
The only thing the fucker was left to say was to promise that he would be a good boy.
Francesco squeezed the back of Karl's neck hard enough to make the hazy eyes regain some focus. "You are my man. Who's fucking me, eh? Mouse never does. I don't think he wants, and I don't think I want it from him either."
Karl was a tad confused. "But you want it from me? My cock? In you?"
Francesco brought their foreheads together. "Too bad you're a bastard, Karl, as I told you before. But your cock is good, yeah, it's so good." He bit his lips and began panting softly. "My ass is twitching only thinking of it, how it stretches me and fucks me deep... If I were a girl, I'd be so wet for you now."
Karl surprised him by grabbing his hair and pulling his head back to take a good look at him. Francesco licked his lips slowly and blinked, while letting out a small moan.
"You're playing me," Karl said.
