A Sparkling Conversationalist

@karlgrove <3

He couldn’t tell if Muriel was really his friend or if she used him for a roof over her head while escaping her family but through the blur of substances and loud music and mindnumbing TV it sure as hell felt like it. She shared too, which he could very much appreciate and she only got angry when they ran out. Which was something he understood as well but he’d rather die than go to Rip about… this. He didn’t plan for this go on anyway, a week at most… how long had it been… Regardless, they managed just fine for the most part and whenever the phone rang, he just turned the music up louder.

-

Somewhere in an ridiculously overpriced apartment in New Hampshire, Blair was trying to concentrate on a book but no matter how hard she tried, one thing just would not leave her mind alone. Julian. He hadn’t called to be a sappy idiot or to rant about minor inconveniences or to beg her to come back in a while and not once did he pick up the phone or call her back either.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, even after all that happened she did but she had also known him far too long to ignore it completely. Blair was getting worried and even though Clay insisted he’d be just fine, her gut feeling told a different story.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to get a hold of the Grove family either way but Julian, not being an idiot for once, had told her the phone number in case something happened. And when the time seemed rather reasonable to her and the nervous feeling became too much, she made her call.

Something about the little palm looking thing, sitting there in the messy loft still green and thriving, almost had something hopeful about it. 

And then, finally, when Julian was almost going insane from sitting in the car for so long, they made it. He got out of the car right away, taking in the salty, fresh air. Yeah. This was it. If he was going to feel like absolute shit, at least he could be doing it here.

“Will do.” Julian agreed with a playful salute. Thankfully it didn’t seem to be a busy day and Karl had chosen a place that wasn’t as popular. People were the last thing Julian wanted to see right now. He looked around for a bit but it didn’t take long for him to find the perfect spot. A relatively small rock right next to the sea with a bigger one providing some shade and shelter from the wind. There was essentially no climbing involved, perfect for Karl and his ever so present exhaustion. 

Karl followed Julian's gaze, taking in the spot he had found. The small rock nestled by the sea, shaded and quiet, was exactly what they needed. "It's perfect," he said, feeling a wave of relief as he walked toward it, his body protesting slightly as the exhaustion and fatigue was always dragging him down lately. He clutched the bag of food tighter, determined to keep them both going, no matter how rough things felt.

Once they reached the spot, Karl sat down carefully on the larger rock, giving Julian room to settle in next to him. He glanced out at the horizon, the endless stretch of ocean shimmering in the sunlight. Julian wasn’t wrong—the sea had a way of making everything else seem insignificant, like the waves could carry away their worries, even if only for a little while.

Karl leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows, eyes scanning the view. “I completely understand” he admitted, his voice soft. “Everything feels smaller out here. As if, maybe, just perhaps.. we’re not trapped in all of it.” He glanced at Julian, the weight of their struggles still lingering in the air between them. “It’s...quite nice. Do you.. come here often when you have problems, Julian?”

After a few moments of taking in the sea air, Karl pulled out the fast food breakfast from the bag, glancing at the slightly squashed sandwich with a small smile. He held it up, turning to Julian. “Right. I know you're not feeling it, but we’ve got to eat something. Even if it's this… questionable excuse for food." He took the first bite himself, chewing it slowly before holding the sandwich out toward Julian. "See? Not the worst thing in the world."

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

"Besides.. thats only when my wife isn't around.. " he felt the need to defend himself, with a bit of that impish smirk and a raised brow.

" She's been… bit of a.. h-homebody planning her daughters e-eventual wedding..lately " hence why poor Karl had been so pent up and all but threw himself at him.

Though he was silent while taking his moment after. Possibly frightening the supe that he'd already gone and hurt him. But the human straddling his cock let those emerald green eyes snap open, looking back down at him

" I'm.. delightful" he exhales, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him, muffling himself as his hips began their dance. Nearly peeling himself off, then back down again , his own cock beading, oozing from the tip. Curved in excitement and bouncing with each descent.

Homelander was amused as Karl explained himself while in the process of all but impaling himself on that cock. He watched closely and listened, unable to help the chuckle that rumbled in his chest. “Which explains why you’ve been very hands on all night. This dry spell getting to you, huh? Mm. Well, I suppose I’m honoured to be the one to end that little streak of yours.” He said with a smug smirk. “Wife’s away so Karl will play, and he chooses the big bad Homelander to play with. Some would call that insanity y’know.”

Homelander then fell silent as Karl took his moment to adjust. He was tuned in closely to the man’s vitals, being sure he was alright. He tried his best to stay as still as possible while adjusting to the tight warmth coiled around and squeezing his cock. A shudder tore through him as he bit his lip, grip tight on the armrest. “Mmh…c-can’t remember the last t-…time I was with someone this t-tight…” He grunted, gaze still firmly locked on Karl’s expressions.

And then he was kissed as Karl began to move slowly up and down. Homelander groaned into the kiss, brows furrowing from the pleasure of being ridden. Karl definitely knew what he was doing, that was for sure. As the kiss broke, Homelander’s lips parted in moans as Karl sat back up to ride him faster. Strong hands came to hold onto the man’s sides to support him as cautiously, carefully, Homelander thrust upwards, burying deeper on each decent. “Haaah…mmgh, fffuck…”

Brows were furrowed in mixture of pleasure as well as focus. Despite how good it felt, Homelander restrained those thrusts, never moving too hard nor too fast. However as they moved together, Karl would feel every full thrust, every stroke of that girthy cock as it buried balls deep. Like every thrust was moulding Karl into Homelander’s shape, one that couldn’t ever be matched nor replaced with another. As if leaving his mark behind.

There is another delicious grunt from the owner of gallery, as he found a nice rhythm. But of course, he could only move at a somewhat toned human male's pace. " E-elementary my.. mm .. my dear watson. " he teases when John deduced that was the reason he was so handsy, to the best ability .

Then he was complimented on how snug he was in comparison. " With a cock that size I'd.. imagine everyone feels tight. " He praised right on back. Then he was told he was a insane for choosing Homelander to be that cock to break his dry spell. But from how good this man felt, he had a terrible feeling it was going to be difficult to ever get a better fuck than a superhero.

"Mm. The most interesting men usually are.. " he managed out a quip about being a little insane, just before head tossing back as he shifted slightly and there it was, the perfectly angled head striking true, finding that prostate and causing the man's eyes to roll back with a "Blooody Hell!" We've lost the quippy chap and unleashed the needy whore, especially when the other man's hand wrapped around his cock.

Followed by little " oooh Ooohhs" and he was starting to really lose that ability to speak. Lashes fluttering. Bucking between the hot hands expert jerking and that thick cock buried so deep. "J- John" But unlike a certain someone else that gets more vocal and dirty mouthed , Karl merely made noises instead.

Homelander found himself rather addicted and tuned into those grunts, those little sounds that Karl made. He wanted to bring the man pleasure far better than anyone else could, to excel beyond any expectations. The blonde let out grunts of his own as his cock was clung to and squeezed so deliciously. He was impressed that Karl was able to take him fully and deeply. It always felt better when he was buried as deep as possible.

There was a dark chuckle from that strong chest as Homelander licked his lips. “V-…very true. Though y-…you’re the t-tightest in a…mmnh…while.” He admitted, those hips steadily rocking and thrusting upwards, keeping that rhythm. It took all his will power not to let go, knowing he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk it. He wanted Karl to survive this experience, knowing he’d be the only thing on the man’s mind as he craved for more. Though, considering the lengths Karl had gone to get his attention, it was only fair he got a truly satisfying fucking in return.

Homelander felt Karl shift, felt his cock brush deep inside and judging by the man’s reaction, the Supe hit the jackpot. A smirk grew on that face as he watched Karl tip his head back. “Mmm. There you are. I’ve got you now.” He purred, hands shifting. One against back, the other around cock. Steady thrusts upwards, now dedicated to hitting that spot deep inside where Karl needed him most. Hand pumped and stroked, thumb brushing the beads of pre-cum as the blonde leaned forward to kiss over chest.

Teeth grazed against skin and bit down, sucking a deep mark that would last for a while before fading. Just one of the many reminders Homelander intended on leaving Karl with. His ears perked as his name…his real name, was moaned. It sent a shudder through him and made his own cock throb and twitch. He liked hearing his name moaned. Then silence fell between the two save for their collective panting and moaning, the slap of skin against skin upon each decent of Karl’s thrusts, grunts and wet sounds of pleasure. Each breath in was the scent of pure arousal that intoxicated the Supe, making him loose more and more of himself to the pleasure.

Karl wanted to quip back that the compliments were never discouraged, but he couldnt exactly focus on being comical when the supes supersized cock was rearranging his insides in the best way possible. And it appeared the sexy blonde noticed that too from his comment.

Then he was no longer the jokester with a comment for everything. Reaching back to support himself on the bed and ride with more gusto. Supported with ease by the super strength of the other hand, while alternating between being jerked off and impaled again and again.

Until toes began to curl and eyes rolled back, thrusting back down. At this rate it was not going to take long at ALL . Homelander felt too good. Too perfect.. angled just right. This was going to be, by far the most glorious orgasm Karl Grove has ever had.

And with his head tilted back, A hand moved to keep the man's mouth upon him while he left a tapestry of marks across his torso, marking what was now going to belong to Homelander wether Karl Grove knew that yet or not. Though did add a "careful.. with the goods.. darling. "

Hickeies, bruises and bite marks upon his chest, and just below the line where his fancy suit collars kept hidden. But whoever was lucky enough to bed him next was going to see the reminints of Homelander's work . Was going to have to essentially follow up the main attraction with less than mediocre and yet.. Karl had no idea nor would he care at the moment.. but he'd be do a LOT of caring later when no one could fulfill him if they weren't homelander or at least a supe.

Homelander was indeed impressed. Karl was handling things well, even using more support to ride faster and harder. He wanted more. Greedy little thing. Course, the Supe didn’t exactly blame him. No, he was rather enjoying himself as well, that tight grip squeezing his cock just right, as if already trying to milk him. If Grove wasn’t careful, he’d be getting another messy reminder of just how Supe he really was.

A mumbled growl vibrated against skin as Homelander was busy leaving his claim behind. A nice little reminder for Karl, and a challenge to anyone he slept with next. To see if they would be good enough and had what it took. Karl’s torso was littered, that hand on the back of Homelander’s head just encouraging him to mark. A low hum left him at the warning, cautious not to bite nor suck too hard, never actually breaking skin. Homelander eased back to admire his work with a smug smirk, not knowing that those marks would have a deeper meaning. That his claim wouldn’t just be tonight, but linger and take hold. “Mmh…a nice little s-surprise for your next c-conquest.” He huffed a chuckle, powerful hips still cautiously thrusting upwards.

His hand didn’t stop stroking that cock, giving Karl as much pleasure as possible without causing him harm. It was glorious to watch and hear the man as he chased his release, that sweet cliff edge close. Homelander felt it and could tell it would only be a matter of time. “That’s it, sweetheart. Mmm. T-Take it. Take it d-deep. Use me a-as much as you need. I’m not going a-anywhere. At least not just yet.” He teased with a purr, enjoying the show as Karl rode him with abandon, loosing himself to the pleasure. Homelander was prepared to steady and support Karl through - what would be - an incredibly intense orgasm. That hand still firm against his back, keeping him upright.

And then there was that warning Karl was close. Homelander sped up his hand while he rolled his hips a little harder. Just turning things up a fraction, but still being careful. “Heh…just r-rather good? Mm. Y-You won’t be saying that when…I m-make you see nirvana.” He grunted, leaving it in the air for Karl to discover himself whether Homelander was lying or not. His brows furrowed as he shuddered, his own pleasure growing and building. Despite being focused on Karl, he couldn’t help his own arousal seeing and feeling the man take and ride his cock like a professional whore.

Karl panted heavily, out of breath, heart racing in his chest , straddling the edge of his orgasm. Nails could not even bite into the blonde's skin as much as he wanted them to. He was but a human being, and not nearly strong enough.

But that was not a thought anymore, as pleasure fully assaulted his senses and he pulled the blonde into a kiss to muffle himself.

Even though he was in the other room from the main gallery, if someone did wander into the main hall he didn't want it to be that obvious so , he was still trying not to be too loud. "mm with you? f-Full treatment.. please.." he teases, giving the other permission to cum inside of him .

But he came then , moaning into John's mouth , gripping tightly to his hair as he curled tight , as if a bolt of lightning had struck through him . Making a right mess upon that meaty hand and his own belly -- along with the supes taut chest. Painting them both in pent up seed from how long helping Simone with the wedding had left his frustrated.

Hes panting like he ran a marathon into that mouth still shuddering a few moments more, " My god..w-words..f-fail to .. to describe.. mm "

@karlgrove <3

He couldn’t tell if Muriel was really his friend or if she used him for a roof over her head while escaping her family but through the blur of substances and loud music and mindnumbing TV it sure as hell felt like it. She shared too, which he could very much appreciate and she only got angry when they ran out. Which was something he understood as well but he’d rather die than go to Rip about… this. He didn’t plan for this go on anyway, a week at most… how long had it been… Regardless, they managed just fine for the most part and whenever the phone rang, he just turned the music up louder.

-

Somewhere in an ridiculously overpriced apartment in New Hampshire, Blair was trying to concentrate on a book but no matter how hard she tried, one thing just would not leave her mind alone. Julian. He hadn’t called to be a sappy idiot or to rant about minor inconveniences or to beg her to come back in a while and not once did he pick up the phone or call her back either.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, even after all that happened she did but she had also known him far too long to ignore it completely. Blair was getting worried and even though Clay insisted he’d be just fine, her gut feeling told a different story.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to get a hold of the Grove family either way but Julian, not being an idiot for once, had told her the phone number in case something happened. And when the time seemed rather reasonable to her and the nervous feeling became too much, she made her call.

Julian spent the ride mostly silent, staring out of the window and trying to focus on not getting sick. He only gave the older man a few hums of acknowledgement and then Karl’s hand landed on his thigh, he put his own hand on top. 

They ended up grabbing some food on the way as well but Julian didn’t really want any and he was beginning to feel like Karl didn’t either. It all was happening too fast, Karl was getting messed up too quickly and Julian mentally cursed himself for not knowing any better. For not considering that Karl, in this fragile state of mind, would slip into it even faster. 

“Mhm?” Julian was ripped out of his thoughts then. “Oh. Yeah, sorry.” He put on his seatbelt right here and there, hadn’t even noticed that he had not done so… or the absence of Karl’s comment. What made him even more nervous though was that Karl had not put on his own up until now either. 

“God, what happened to us?” Julian asked barely audibly, although it wasn’t really directed to anybody. This wasn’t how any of this was meant to be, this wasn’t how he had intended any of this to play out! What had happened to movie nights and dinner dates? To holding hands, not because either of them needed comfort but just because they could? To kissing and shitty pizza and having fun hating on Rip together? He hated seeing Karl like this, looking almost broken.

As Julian spoke about the memories they’d made, Karl felt something tug at his chest. He could hear the desperation in Julian’s voice, the need to remind them both that things hadn’t always been this way. The plant. The stupid Western. The kiss. They had their moments, buried under all the mess.

Karl glanced over at Julian, who looked shaky, exhausted, and a bit too pale. But Julian was still his Julian, still trying to make light of things when everything felt so damn heavy. And despite the cracks in both of them, Julian’s sincerity cut through the noise.

“.. You're right.” Karl murmured, forcing a small smile as he reached for his own seatbelt and clicked it into place, the sound punctuating the weight of the moment. “We’ve had some good times, haven’t we?” He kept his eyes on the road, trying not to let the worry he felt creeping up inside him show. " And we.. are about to make many more, aren't we? "

He could still picture that plant sitting in their place, probably dead by now, because they hadn’t been home enough to keep it alive. Punching Rip to protect Julian. That night with Simone watching Westerns, Julian rolling his eyes, but secretly enjoying it more than he’d admit. And that first kiss—he could almost feel it again, warm and sweet, like it was something that would save them both ."Although that plant is beyond help by now, surely"

Karl’s fingers tapped the wheel again, as he tried to push down the worry gnawing at him. "Top it? " Karl asked, voice softer now, a little more tender. "Oh, I don’t know, Jules. I’ve got a feeling I can top it. Maybe even get a perfect score if I play my cards right."

The words were light, almost playful, but the sincerity was there. He turned his focus back to the road, trying to shake off the heaviness creeping in around the edges of his mind. He could feel the need, the craving scratching at him, but right now, Julian needed him more.

As they pulled into the parking lot near the beach, the salty breeze whipped through the open windows, a refreshing contrast to the staleness of the city. The sound of waves crashing nearby promising a momentary escape from their struggles. He parked the car and took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his chest ease just a fraction.

“Alright, let’s stretch our legs and find a nice spot,” he suggested, turning to Julian with a soft smile. “I’ll grab the food. You find us a place to call home temporarily.”

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

"Besides.. thats only when my wife isn't around.. " he felt the need to defend himself, with a bit of that impish smirk and a raised brow.

" She's been… bit of a.. h-homebody planning her daughters e-eventual wedding..lately " hence why poor Karl had been so pent up and all but threw himself at him.

Though he was silent while taking his moment after. Possibly frightening the supe that he'd already gone and hurt him. But the human straddling his cock let those emerald green eyes snap open, looking back down at him

" I'm.. delightful" he exhales, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him, muffling himself as his hips began their dance. Nearly peeling himself off, then back down again , his own cock beading, oozing from the tip. Curved in excitement and bouncing with each descent.

Homelander was amused as Karl explained himself while in the process of all but impaling himself on that cock. He watched closely and listened, unable to help the chuckle that rumbled in his chest. “Which explains why you’ve been very hands on all night. This dry spell getting to you, huh? Mm. Well, I suppose I’m honoured to be the one to end that little streak of yours.” He said with a smug smirk. “Wife’s away so Karl will play, and he chooses the big bad Homelander to play with. Some would call that insanity y’know.”

Homelander then fell silent as Karl took his moment to adjust. He was tuned in closely to the man’s vitals, being sure he was alright. He tried his best to stay as still as possible while adjusting to the tight warmth coiled around and squeezing his cock. A shudder tore through him as he bit his lip, grip tight on the armrest. “Mmh…c-can’t remember the last t-…time I was with someone this t-tight…” He grunted, gaze still firmly locked on Karl’s expressions.

And then he was kissed as Karl began to move slowly up and down. Homelander groaned into the kiss, brows furrowing from the pleasure of being ridden. Karl definitely knew what he was doing, that was for sure. As the kiss broke, Homelander’s lips parted in moans as Karl sat back up to ride him faster. Strong hands came to hold onto the man’s sides to support him as cautiously, carefully, Homelander thrust upwards, burying deeper on each decent. “Haaah…mmgh, fffuck…”

Brows were furrowed in mixture of pleasure as well as focus. Despite how good it felt, Homelander restrained those thrusts, never moving too hard nor too fast. However as they moved together, Karl would feel every full thrust, every stroke of that girthy cock as it buried balls deep. Like every thrust was moulding Karl into Homelander’s shape, one that couldn’t ever be matched nor replaced with another. As if leaving his mark behind.

There is another delicious grunt from the owner of gallery, as he found a nice rhythm. But of course, he could only move at a somewhat toned human male's pace. " E-elementary my.. mm .. my dear watson. " he teases when John deduced that was the reason he was so handsy, to the best ability .

Then he was complimented on how snug he was in comparison. " With a cock that size I'd.. imagine everyone feels tight. " He praised right on back. Then he was told he was a insane for choosing Homelander to be that cock to break his dry spell. But from how good this man felt, he had a terrible feeling it was going to be difficult to ever get a better fuck than a superhero.

"Mm. The most interesting men usually are.. " he managed out a quip about being a little insane, just before head tossing back as he shifted slightly and there it was, the perfectly angled head striking true, finding that prostate and causing the man's eyes to roll back with a "Blooody Hell!" We've lost the quippy chap and unleashed the needy whore, especially when the other man's hand wrapped around his cock.

Followed by little " oooh Ooohhs" and he was starting to really lose that ability to speak. Lashes fluttering. Bucking between the hot hands expert jerking and that thick cock buried so deep. "J- John" But unlike a certain someone else that gets more vocal and dirty mouthed , Karl merely made noises instead.

Homelander found himself rather addicted and tuned into those grunts, those little sounds that Karl made. He wanted to bring the man pleasure far better than anyone else could, to excel beyond any expectations. The blonde let out grunts of his own as his cock was clung to and squeezed so deliciously. He was impressed that Karl was able to take him fully and deeply. It always felt better when he was buried as deep as possible.

There was a dark chuckle from that strong chest as Homelander licked his lips. “V-…very true. Though y-…you’re the t-tightest in a…mmnh…while.” He admitted, those hips steadily rocking and thrusting upwards, keeping that rhythm. It took all his will power not to let go, knowing he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk it. He wanted Karl to survive this experience, knowing he’d be the only thing on the man’s mind as he craved for more. Though, considering the lengths Karl had gone to get his attention, it was only fair he got a truly satisfying fucking in return.

Homelander felt Karl shift, felt his cock brush deep inside and judging by the man’s reaction, the Supe hit the jackpot. A smirk grew on that face as he watched Karl tip his head back. “Mmm. There you are. I’ve got you now.” He purred, hands shifting. One against back, the other around cock. Steady thrusts upwards, now dedicated to hitting that spot deep inside where Karl needed him most. Hand pumped and stroked, thumb brushing the beads of pre-cum as the blonde leaned forward to kiss over chest.

Teeth grazed against skin and bit down, sucking a deep mark that would last for a while before fading. Just one of the many reminders Homelander intended on leaving Karl with. His ears perked as his name…his real name, was moaned. It sent a shudder through him and made his own cock throb and twitch. He liked hearing his name moaned. Then silence fell between the two save for their collective panting and moaning, the slap of skin against skin upon each decent of Karl’s thrusts, grunts and wet sounds of pleasure. Each breath in was the scent of pure arousal that intoxicated the Supe, making him loose more and more of himself to the pleasure.

Karl wanted to quip back that the compliments were never discouraged, but he couldnt exactly focus on being comical when the supes supersized cock was rearranging his insides in the best way possible. And it appeared the sexy blonde noticed that too from his comment.

Then he was no longer the jokester with a comment for everything. Reaching back to support himself on the bed and ride with more gusto. Supported with ease by the super strength of the other hand, while alternating between being jerked off and impaled again and again.

Until toes began to curl and eyes rolled back, thrusting back down. At this rate it was not going to take long at ALL . Homelander felt too good. Too perfect.. angled just right. This was going to be, by far the most glorious orgasm Karl Grove has ever had.

And with his head tilted back, A hand moved to keep the man's mouth upon him while he left a tapestry of marks across his torso, marking what was now going to belong to Homelander wether Karl Grove knew that yet or not. Though did add a "careful.. with the goods.. darling. "

Hickeies, bruises and bite marks upon his chest, and just below the line where his fancy suit collars kept hidden. But whoever was lucky enough to bed him next was going to see the reminints of Homelander's work . Was going to have to essentially follow up the main attraction with less than mediocre and yet.. Karl had no idea nor would he care at the moment.. but he'd be do a LOT of caring later when no one could fulfill him if they weren't homelander or at least a supe.

@karlgrove <3

He couldn’t tell if Muriel was really his friend or if she used him for a roof over her head while escaping her family but through the blur of substances and loud music and mindnumbing TV it sure as hell felt like it. She shared too, which he could very much appreciate and she only got angry when they ran out. Which was something he understood as well but he’d rather die than go to Rip about… this. He didn’t plan for this go on anyway, a week at most… how long had it been… Regardless, they managed just fine for the most part and whenever the phone rang, he just turned the music up louder.

-

Somewhere in an ridiculously overpriced apartment in New Hampshire, Blair was trying to concentrate on a book but no matter how hard she tried, one thing just would not leave her mind alone. Julian. He hadn’t called to be a sappy idiot or to rant about minor inconveniences or to beg her to come back in a while and not once did he pick up the phone or call her back either.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, even after all that happened she did but she had also known him far too long to ignore it completely. Blair was getting worried and even though Clay insisted he’d be just fine, her gut feeling told a different story.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to get a hold of the Grove family either way but Julian, not being an idiot for once, had told her the phone number in case something happened. And when the time seemed rather reasonable to her and the nervous feeling became too much, she made her call.

Karl didn’t point it out either. 

“I know you want to stick with him.” Julian said, leaning his head against the cold glass. “But that’s alright, I guess… I understand why.” He understood the reasoning Karl was providing but he also knew that perhaps it was a little more complicated than that. As much as Julian had wanted to get away from Rip for years, something kept dragging him back and he was beginning to wonder if Karl felt similarly about the situation? Or maybe withdrawals made him paranoid, maybe it was about the security and discretion he provided. 

What followed was silence, then Karl turning on the radio a little louder to drown it out. It didn’t help the headache that was creeping up on him slowly but he also didn’t have it in himself to complain. Heavy silence was way worse than that. 

“Oh I would just hate it if she locked you inside the house.” Julian said, placing his hand on Karl’s thigh and looking at him in the driver’s seat for the first time in a while. “What would I do without you? I would just bore myself to death… or worse, die from missing you! And then I’d have to send you secret messages and like… throw rocks at your window in the middle of the night! Jesus, you’d have to grow your hair out so I could use it for climbing up to you. I’d rather keep you right here.” Where you belong, where I need you. 

It took what felt like an eternity to finally reach the parking lot of the bank and while Karl went to get the cash, Julian got out of the car and lit up a cigarette as he followed close behind. The nicotine helped only a little bit but at least it gave him something to do with his hands. 

And he watched through his sunglasses how trembling hands reached for a whole lot of money, how the older man barely could keep them steady. He didn’t know what was worse, blaming the illness or the drugs. Both options made him feel uneasy, scared even. 

"hmm?" Karl questioned as they got back into the car, and Julian mentioned the sea, Karl felt a flicker of something hopeful. A drive to the coast? That could be just what they needed—both of them. A break from the city, from Rip, from the endless cycle they seemed to be caught in. The idea of the sea brought back memories for him too, though not all of them good. But maybe, just maybe, they could make some new ones.

"On the contrary. Not a silly idea at all," Karl cooed, his voice softer, more encouraging. He looked over at Julian, catching the moment of doubt in his eyes. "A delightful idea. Nothing but fresh air, and the sea… it’ll do us good." He started the car again, the engine rumbling to life beneath them as he turned onto the road.

As they drove, Karl turned down the music, letting the sound of the city slowly fade into the distance as they made their way toward the coast. The air seemed lighter the farther they got from their neighborhoods, and for a moment, Karl allowed himself to relax. He reached over, resting his hand on Julian’s knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Let’s make some new memories, what do you say?" Karl said with a faint smile. He wanted to give him something more than the mess they kept finding themselves in.

He stopped by a fast food chain and ordered a breakfast to go. Though surely neither of them were probably going to eat more than a bite of them

Then, the car sped along the highway, toward the coastal streets , signaling and complaining when someone else cut him off, but over all an easy cruise.

" You know… "

Karl started after a few more moments of radio music. The scent of the bags contents filling the cab of the car.

" You really should be wearing your safety belt. "

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

"Besides.. thats only when my wife isn't around.. " he felt the need to defend himself, with a bit of that impish smirk and a raised brow.

" She's been… bit of a.. h-homebody planning her daughters e-eventual wedding..lately " hence why poor Karl had been so pent up and all but threw himself at him.

Though he was silent while taking his moment after. Possibly frightening the supe that he'd already gone and hurt him. But the human straddling his cock let those emerald green eyes snap open, looking back down at him

" I'm.. delightful" he exhales, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him, muffling himself as his hips began their dance. Nearly peeling himself off, then back down again , his own cock beading, oozing from the tip. Curved in excitement and bouncing with each descent.

Homelander was amused as Karl explained himself while in the process of all but impaling himself on that cock. He watched closely and listened, unable to help the chuckle that rumbled in his chest. “Which explains why you’ve been very hands on all night. This dry spell getting to you, huh? Mm. Well, I suppose I’m honoured to be the one to end that little streak of yours.” He said with a smug smirk. “Wife’s away so Karl will play, and he chooses the big bad Homelander to play with. Some would call that insanity y’know.”

Homelander then fell silent as Karl took his moment to adjust. He was tuned in closely to the man’s vitals, being sure he was alright. He tried his best to stay as still as possible while adjusting to the tight warmth coiled around and squeezing his cock. A shudder tore through him as he bit his lip, grip tight on the armrest. “Mmh…c-can’t remember the last t-…time I was with someone this t-tight…” He grunted, gaze still firmly locked on Karl’s expressions.

And then he was kissed as Karl began to move slowly up and down. Homelander groaned into the kiss, brows furrowing from the pleasure of being ridden. Karl definitely knew what he was doing, that was for sure. As the kiss broke, Homelander’s lips parted in moans as Karl sat back up to ride him faster. Strong hands came to hold onto the man’s sides to support him as cautiously, carefully, Homelander thrust upwards, burying deeper on each decent. “Haaah…mmgh, fffuck…”

Brows were furrowed in mixture of pleasure as well as focus. Despite how good it felt, Homelander restrained those thrusts, never moving too hard nor too fast. However as they moved together, Karl would feel every full thrust, every stroke of that girthy cock as it buried balls deep. Like every thrust was moulding Karl into Homelander’s shape, one that couldn’t ever be matched nor replaced with another. As if leaving his mark behind.

There is another delicious grunt from the owner of gallery, as he found a nice rhythm. But of course, he could only move at a somewhat toned human male's pace. " E-elementary my.. mm .. my dear watson. " he teases when John deduced that was the reason he was so handsy, to the best ability .

Then he was complimented on how snug he was in comparison. " With a cock that size I'd.. imagine everyone feels tight. " He praised right on back. Then he was told he was a insane for choosing Homelander to be that cock to break his dry spell. But from how good this man felt, he had a terrible feeling it was going to be difficult to ever get a better fuck than a superhero.

"Mm. The most interesting men usually are.. " he managed out a quip about being a little insane, just before head tossing back as he shifted slightly and there it was, the perfectly angled head striking true, finding that prostate and causing the man's eyes to roll back with a "Blooody Hell!" We've lost the quippy chap and unleashed the needy whore, especially when the other man's hand wrapped around his cock.

Followed by little " oooh Ooohhs" and he was starting to really lose that ability to speak. Lashes fluttering. Bucking between the hot hands expert jerking and that thick cock buried so deep. "J- John" But unlike a certain someone else that gets more vocal and dirty mouthed , Karl merely made noises instead.

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

"Besides.. thats only when my wife isn't around.. " he felt the need to defend himself, with a bit of that impish smirk and a raised brow.

" She's been… bit of a.. h-homebody planning her daughters e-eventual wedding..lately " hence why poor Karl had been so pent up and all but threw himself at him.

Though he was silent while taking his moment after. Possibly frightening the supe that he'd already gone and hurt him. But the human straddling his cock let those emerald green eyes snap open, looking back down at him

" I'm.. delightful" he exhales, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him, muffling himself as his hips began their dance. Nearly peeling himself off, then back down again , his own cock beading, oozing from the tip. Curved in excitement and bouncing with each descent.

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

And despite the fact he'd set than hand upon his shirt, the supe first swiped at the splatter on his cheek , instead wiping it on that shirt as if it were going to be a lovely souvinere for later, before he began to unbutton Karl's shirt. " My hero" he coos. " Definitely a bit harder to explain to the misses than the dry cleaner. "

And then he had that glorious mouth on his skin, and Karl's head tilted back a moment, a hand moving to run through short blonde hair. Murmuring with tingles in the wake of the hero's lips. " ooh and speaking of hard. " he exhaled with only the slightest tremble of tone, as he started to melt for the man kissing his flesh.

" You had me sold at "naked first" darling. Just tell me the time and the place. I'm sure we can.. always work something out.. " he exhaled continuing their conversation as if it were business as usual still. Already planning what god awful things Simone had given him as gifts he could sacrifice for this gorgeous stud.

Karl smirked, unphased by the teasing, and leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with playful challenge as Homelander removes his shirt from his shoulders and he's left barechested before him. “As happy as I am to know I’ve got their approval,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow “let’s be honest, — there is no one else I'm here to impress tonight.” Enjoying that touch of the supes strong hands caressing his exposed skin.

Homelander couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment after cleaning Karl’s cheek. “Honestly, part of me was tempted just to leave it there and see how long it would take you to notice. But I’m not that cruel, fortunate for you.” He joked and then got to work removing Karl’s shirt. He was careful, almost methodical as he popped each button, lips gliding over soft warm skin. He practically purred the moment those hands were in his hair, a shudder passing through him. He was always so weak to that, and Karl had just found out.

There was a smile against skin as Homelander chuckled. “I’m well aware. I can hear that heart of yours thumping away and smell just how turned on you are. A little hot and bothered, are we?” He mumbled, trailing lips lower and over stomach before that last button was popped and Karl was freed of his shirt as it was eased off his shoulders. “Heh. Already thinking of round two and we haven’t even had round one yet. You are eager. And I am a busy man. You’ll just have to give me reason to bump you up my schedule.” Oh yes. Karl wasn’t the only one who loved to tease.

They each helped one another with their slacks, both now bare and nothing was stopping eyes from wandering. Homelander raised a brow as he locks his lips. “I see why you’re so popular. Mm.” He gave a nod and took the tube of lube and then gently pulled Karl closer until their bodies pressed together. “I’d say I’ve been quite impressed so far. But it’s not over yet.” He muttered before leaning in and capturing those lips in a deep kiss. Strong arm wrapped around the other, letting him feel just a mere fraction of the Supe’s strength. Of the power within those muscles.

Tongue then slipped between those lips, finally silencing the Brit as it explored and tasted the alcohol that still lingered. Homelander’s free hand raised to hold the side of Karl’s neck while they got lost in their kiss. He slowly started to grind and roll his hips, shuddering at the skin on skin contact. It was something Homelander desired more than he would ever admit. Chest rumbled with each moan and grunt of pleasure, until eventually Homelander eased back to allow Karl to breathe, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment.

Though the next admission of his supecompanion caused the slightest head tilts "More than a Little." as the two now stood bear before once another .. " Can you really? Well then there is really no beating around the bush with you , is there? But can you honestly blame me, John? " After all , this was thee Homelander. There was that naughty smile of his again.

The mouth following the popped buttons , kissed and bestowed affection upon by a man who could easily mash him into pulp with the wrong word. Movement, a slip of control. Karl Grove was a human who enjoyed the thrill of danger, but didn't like consequences. "Oh, shall I consider this a job interview ?" he teased looking over that gorgeous masculinitiy while he could do so.

Then he's finally silenced, no longer speaking once that mouth sealed over his own and the supes tongue infiltrated his mouth. He murmurs in delight and mouth opens. Any clever jokes or quips left him then. And the man who was desperate to feel the touch of other men whimpered-- the first time he'd made a sound other than secure confidence. Grinding back against the slickened shaft. Shivering with goosebumps prickling alone his skin from those lips. The strength in those arms was exactly what the doctor ordered. And for just tonight.. he let himself feel .. content. His dirty little secret safe with John. And Johns name safe with him.

And even as the blonde offered his ride to him, it came with a warning. Karl had to keep in constant report with Homelander, how he was feeling. If it was too much .. this man could mangle his guts with too hard of a thrust not meaning to, and that made this the riskiest sex of his life..

The most arousing too.

"But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give you tap before you turn me into a stain on my finely upholstered couch." He leaned in, his hand lightly trailing down Homelander's arm as he mounts him.

And even for being as practiced as this man was, as lubed up as.. Homelander was.. he was still every bit the challenge he thought he would be. Wiggling down to breach then gasps .

@karlgrove <3

He couldn’t tell if Muriel was really his friend or if she used him for a roof over her head while escaping her family but through the blur of substances and loud music and mindnumbing TV it sure as hell felt like it. She shared too, which he could very much appreciate and she only got angry when they ran out. Which was something he understood as well but he’d rather die than go to Rip about… this. He didn’t plan for this go on anyway, a week at most… how long had it been… Regardless, they managed just fine for the most part and whenever the phone rang, he just turned the music up louder.

-

Somewhere in an ridiculously overpriced apartment in New Hampshire, Blair was trying to concentrate on a book but no matter how hard she tried, one thing just would not leave her mind alone. Julian. He hadn’t called to be a sappy idiot or to rant about minor inconveniences or to beg her to come back in a while and not once did he pick up the phone or call her back either.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, even after all that happened she did but she had also known him far too long to ignore it completely. Blair was getting worried and even though Clay insisted he’d be just fine, her gut feeling told a different story.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to get a hold of the Grove family either way but Julian, not being an idiot for once, had told her the phone number in case something happened. And when the time seemed rather reasonable to her and the nervous feeling became too much, she made her call.

"Yes, we are two… badasses," Karl repeated with a playful smirk, his tone lighter than before. For a brief moment, the tension eased, and he let himself believe it. "And tonight’s just another night for us to prove it."

They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Karl paused for a second, letting Julian cling to him a little tighter. It was reassuring in a way, knowing they could still offer each other comfort even with all the chaos. With a soft squeeze of Julian’s arm, he led them toward the car and while Julian was right; with the money Karl had, he could avoid a lot of the mess, keep the stash full, and stay out of the darker parts of this world.. he knew it wasn’t that simple. He couldn't just walk away from Rip. There was more to it than Julian knew, more than he could ever tell him.

“Look,” Karl started, voice careful “ I do appreciate the tip, but it’s not just about the money. Rip… as much of a wanker as he is, he’s.. familiar now and discreet. I don’t want to risk dealing with someone new. That’s exactly how things go sideways fast, you know?”

He avoided Julian’s gaze, focusing on his hands as he gripped the steering wheel, knowing full well that wasn’t the whole truth. But it was enough of a lie to cover his real reasons. If he admitted how deep his crush on Rip went, or that he'd already been to his place once, that’d be the end of it. He couldn’t let Julian know that.

Karl started the car, turning up the volume on the radio to fill the silence. The familiar hum of the engine and the sound of music gave him something to focus on other than the nagging ache inside. “Besides, you know how much this community is filled with catty gossips, if word got back to Simone what her aids riddled husband who sleeps with men is up to now, I’d never be allowed out of the house again.” He half-smiled, the joke only halfway kidding. Simone would lose her mind if she knew the full extent of what was going on, and Karl couldn’t deal with that on top of everything else.-- Especially not Rip. She knew HE knew better.

As they drove through the city, Karl tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, a habit he had unknowingly picked up from Julian, something to do when you couldn't appease that addiction. The rhythm matched the anxious thoughts racing through his mind. He tried to push the thought of it out of his head, but the need gnawed at him all the same. The fix was close now, and though he was doing everything to stay calm, the drive felt longer than it should.

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

And despite the fact he'd set than hand upon his shirt, the supe first swiped at the splatter on his cheek , instead wiping it on that shirt as if it were going to be a lovely souvinere for later, before he began to unbutton Karl's shirt. " My hero" he coos. " Definitely a bit harder to explain to the misses than the dry cleaner. "

And then he had that glorious mouth on his skin, and Karl's head tilted back a moment, a hand moving to run through short blonde hair. Murmuring with tingles in the wake of the hero's lips. " ooh and speaking of hard. " he exhaled with only the slightest tremble of tone, as he started to melt for the man kissing his flesh.

" You had me sold at "naked first" darling. Just tell me the time and the place. I'm sure we can.. always work something out.. " he exhaled continuing their conversation as if it were business as usual still. Already planning what god awful things Simone had given him as gifts he could sacrifice for this gorgeous stud.

Karl smirked, unphased by the teasing, and leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with playful challenge as Homelander removes his shirt from his shoulders and he's left barechested before him. “As happy as I am to know I’ve got their approval,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow “let’s be honest, — there is no one else I'm here to impress tonight.” Enjoying that touch of the supes strong hands caressing his exposed skin.

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

One by one, Karl unbuttoned the shirt, each undone button exposing more of Homelander’s toned chest. His touch was firm but unhurried, savoring the moment as he revealed the powerful body beneath. “Oh, I’ve been thinking about that since the moment you stepped foot in my gallery,” Karl murmured, his voice low, breath warm against Homelander’s ear as each, dragging nails along hair and skin. Taking a moment to draw back enough to appreciate the image and nod approvingly.

His fingers slid over the newly exposed skin, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. As he finished with the last button, his hands wandered down over Homelander’s toned stomach, appreciating the solid muscle beneath his palms.

Pressing his body ever closer, Karl let his lips graze Homelander’s ear. “You know," he whispered, voice dripping with mischief, " I'm going to find out the size of that.. ego .. "

Blue eyes were locked on Karl as he busied himself with the buttons of the Supe’s shirt. Homelander was rather looking forward to showing off for the other and remind him that he was in fact lucky enough to spend some exclusive time with a God. “Mm. That so?” Homelander hummed as more and more of his chest was exposed, however there was no shame. Only confidence. He knew what he was built like. He knew how perfect he was. Not unlike an art piece to admire. “Good to know I’ve been on your mind non stop tonight. Though, I have a feeling it’s not just been tonight, has it?” He purred, voice low. And then Karl would be rewarded with a shudder and hum of pleasure as Homelander felt fingers and nails drag across his skin.

“You don’t waste any time. I like that.” Homelander mused, quite literally a prize for Karl to unwrap and devour, which the Supe was perfectly content with. He watched Karl’s reactions and savoured the way he looked at him, touched him, slow but with purpose. Homelander was weak to physical contact, his body instinctively leaning into it greedy for more. If the blonde wasn’t already under Karl’s spell, he definitely was now. He bit his lip as eyes half closed, savouring every caress across his chest. And then when the final button of his shirt was undone, the material slid open, his torso now free and exposed for Karl to admire in full.

And then those hands were against his stomach and Karl was rewarded with a rumble in that strong chest. “How do I compare to the various works of art in your gallery then? Am I worth your time?” Homelander challenged with a confident tone. He already knew the answer of course. Nothing could compare to him. As Karl leaned closer, Homelander’s hands glided around and over the man’s back. His touch was gentle, but strong. The whisper earned another shudder, Homelander quite taken aback by how upfront Karl was. He truly hadn’t expected this, yet was pleasantly surprised.

Karl’s smirk deepened as his fingers continued to explore, caress, work and tease. A human holding a god in the palm of his hand just knowing where to touch. His gaze flicked up to meet Homelander’s, playful and full of mischief. “What can I say? I’m a man of action,” he teased, his tone smooth and laced with confidence.

“You’re a masterpiece” His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, but the teasing edge remained. “The gallery’s just full of things to admire. But you…” Karl’s eyes locked onto his, a flicker of daring behind them. “You’re something to covet.” The sound of Zipper unzipping and that hand slides down without waiting a moment longer to wrap around his prize.

Finally, the last nail in the coffin when the supe deduced accuratedly this was premeditated to get Homelander's attention. "Now whatever makes you say that? Was it the entire gallery exhibit dedicated in your honor or my hand currently down your trousers? "

Karl pulled back just slightly, his gaze never leaving Homelander’s, clearly savoring the moment of having the upper hand. “Oh I'd say you’re more worth my time,” he coos in his ear with a smirk. “If anything, I should be asking if I’m worth yours.” He's coaxed him free of those slacks.

" Mm, Would you look at the size of that .. Ego.. you certainly do not disappoint, darling. " The warning falling on deaf ears, he had long before made up his mind what he wants. " Can't be twice shy if not once bitten , can I? Guess I'll have to find that out for myself. " He spits into his own hand to stroke him.

Homelander liked those hands over his body, against his skin. He liked being appreciated, savoured. Admired just like any other piece of art. He took great pride in that, which is why he did quite literally sit on that couch with everything on offer for Karl to indulge in. Both were men with busy schedules and sometimes when the need arose there wasn’t all that much time to savour it. That didn’t mean it was necessarily a bad thing though. It had been a while since Homelander last had a quickie. He often found them intense and purely primal, yet rewarding.

The compliments worked like they always did, going straight to that ego. He preened, his cock twitching in approval of Karl’s words. “Mm. Glad I met your expectations.” Homelander smirked, all smug. There was nothing he loved more than adoration and the feeling of being needed. Wanted. Karl was ticking all the right boxes, and only further added to that as Homelander heard that zipper …and then felt that touch, that hand wrap around him. He grunted, trying to keep his hips still. But god, did he want to buck into that hand.

“Mmh…you’re hilarious.” Homelander growled at Karl’s sarcasm. “Normally fans attend meet and greets when they want to see me. Too posh for that, are you?” He huffed in return, meeting that gaze. “Regardless, you have my attention now. Full attention. I took the bait and am rewarded with your hand down my pants eager for my cock. I’d call that a win win.” He smirked, the quick remarks and comments still flowing between the two despite the fact that Karl did technically have the upper hand.

As Karl eased back, Homelander kept his gaze locked. He was completely under the man’s spell, captivated and hooked. He was unlike anyone else he’d ever known. The way he carried himself, how easily he handled a Supe…it was impressive and admirable. “Well, so far you have a rather big mouth that I’d quite like to fill. That said, I am very keen to see how you handle me. To see if you’re just all talk or…up to the challenge. Though, after all the effort you’ve went to, I don’t think you’ll disappoint.”

And then Homelander sighed with relief as his cock was freed, sitting there practically bare for Karl to admire all that was on offer. Blue eyes watched Karl’s reactions closely. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, far from it. It came as no surprise that the Brit was impressed, course the flattery made him shudder and his cock twitch in approval. “Heh. I’m impressed you’re not intimidated. It’s happened in the past. Though, you do come across as a rather starved slut, sweetheart. Ready and eager for anything.” He teased with a chuckle, though it ended up as an almost choking sound as he felt Karl begin to stroke him.

Karl peppered kisses down strong jaw and strapping neck, collar bone and pectoral while strong arms held onto him , and his quite accustomed hand had found a nice rhythm. Proving once more that he had everything 'well in hand' in more than one way. For the moment his own cock going untouched for the moment. He was just as worked up as he'd gotten his impressive evening company, though ever the gracious host .. his rule was his lover cum's first.

" There isn't a cock alive I can't take. " A pause. " hmm, perhaps that should be the otherway around. Nevertheless, You sir will there will be no topping. " a smirk. " In any sense of the manner. " Another kiss a purr as he quickened that hand , cooing into his ear.

“The bigger, the b-better is what they say…” Homelander hummed in response, still able to quip back despite the pleasure coursing through him. Though even he couldn’t hold back those grunts and moans of pleasure while Karl pumped his cock with such ease and grace. And then those lips were pressed against his skin making him shudder and squirm slightly. He may have been invincible, but he was still sensitive. And every nerve was alit with each touch. “G-…got to say though…it’s a lot of effort to go through t-…to….mmhh…jerk me off. I-I’m flattered though.” He teased back, trying to stand his ground…and failing quickly.

Homelander leaned his head back, eyelids fluttering from the pleasure as his hips carefully bucked and rocked into that hand. As the pleasure began to build, he let go of Karl so as not to hurt him and gripped the armrest of the couch instead, fingers digging in and easily leaving a permanent imprint. “Mngh…fffuck…I’m not l-like any others you’ve b-been with. F-Fear I won’t…ngh…aaah…get rid of you o-once you’ve had a go…” As that hand quickened, Homelander’s features scrunched with pure ecstasy and he unknowingly whimpered, his mind becoming more and more cloudy.

Just giving this living legend the best hand job a human could. " Well, that's going a bit far Homelander. It wasn't JUST to give you a handjob. " He mused. He quickens his pace once more as Homelander tossed his head back and bucked into his grasp. " I do plan on getting a good ride in after all"

Do you ever shut up? it was broken but he smirked. " Only when I'm sleeping or someone's tongue's down my throat. "

Karl was definitely impressed the other was trying to keep up with his wit and joke back , despite being rendered to whimpers. Warning him that he was close , that if he continued he would climax.

Karl didn't heed that warning at all.. . “Fear?” he repeated, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Or hope?”

He captured Homelander’s lips in another kiss, this one deeper, more wanton, as if answering the unspoken question in kind. " Show us what you've got ." He cooed. He finally did shut up though. Long enough to let the hero focus on his orgasm, on how good it felt and not .. for once this night.. on the sound of his voice.

“John.” Homelander grunted as his head tossed back in pleasure, his lips parted as he huffed and moaned, still gripping the armrest. “I-It’s John…” He confirmed again, chest heaving. “And it w-would be the ride o-of your life. M-Might even…mmhh, r-ruin you for a-…all others.” Homelander did take great pride in that. He knew how to please and could last as long as his partner needed him to. He was quite literally a walking talking sex toy, which seemed to be what Karl needed right now.

“Mmh. I-I’d save my v…voice if I were you. Haah…mmfuuuck…y-you’re gonna n-need…it.” Homelander had a feeling Karl wasn’t the quiet type given how much he liked to talk. He was rather looking forward for it to be the Brit’s turn, to see how he’d hold up. To see if he was just all talk or able to take him and ride him like a pro. Homelander fell silent then save for the sounds of his pleasure that he couldn’t hold back. He couldn’t think of any more witty comments, not when he felt that familiar build as he reached closer and closer to that edge.

Karl was right. Was it fear…or hope? Homelander didn’t expect anything after this, after Karl got what he wanted and needed. Though he wouldn’t be against seeing the man again, that was for sure. And then next thing he knew Karl’s lips were on his in a deep, hungry kiss, which was returned without hesitation. Moans were muffled for a moment before Homelander eased back. Karl didn’t seem all that phased about the warning, but rather wanted to see what the Supe was capable of. And Homelander never liked to disappoint.

Karl nearly lost the rhythm at this , staring in a bit of awe. " Oh, how beautiful. My own private light show, what luck" he coos . Though he quickly found out why he was being warned, for as the hero reached his climax then careened off the edge to spill his load of pent up seed.

Rope after rope coating his blonde companions seed began to shoot freely and coat over hand, wrist, watch, coat sleeve and impressively enough, even land on his cheek! " Hmm.. well. I'm going to have a fun time explaining this one to the dry cleaner. Bit more than a spot"

In spite of this, he didn't seem bothered. Merely brought digits up to his lips and licked over once before shimmying out of his casual suit jacket and wiping the rest on it , save for that one spot on his cheek he'd not noticed. Watch as well set aside, it would need a better cleaning than that.

But he hadn't the mind or patience at the moment to worry about it. Instead he was fixed to stare at the still fully erect cock staring him back " Mm you really are the perfect man, aren't you? " he coos. He reaches forward to take hold of Homelander's hand and sets it upon the top button of his own button down

@karlgrove <3

He couldn’t tell if Muriel was really his friend or if she used him for a roof over her head while escaping her family but through the blur of substances and loud music and mindnumbing TV it sure as hell felt like it. She shared too, which he could very much appreciate and she only got angry when they ran out. Which was something he understood as well but he’d rather die than go to Rip about… this. He didn’t plan for this go on anyway, a week at most… how long had it been… Regardless, they managed just fine for the most part and whenever the phone rang, he just turned the music up louder.

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Somewhere in an ridiculously overpriced apartment in New Hampshire, Blair was trying to concentrate on a book but no matter how hard she tried, one thing just would not leave her mind alone. Julian. He hadn’t called to be a sappy idiot or to rant about minor inconveniences or to beg her to come back in a while and not once did he pick up the phone or call her back either.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, even after all that happened she did but she had also known him far too long to ignore it completely. Blair was getting worried and even though Clay insisted he’d be just fine, her gut feeling told a different story.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to get a hold of the Grove family either way but Julian, not being an idiot for once, had told her the phone number in case something happened. And when the time seemed rather reasonable to her and the nervous feeling became too much, she made her call.

Of course Karl didn’t intend on leaving him here alone, he should have known that before even making that suggestion. He watched as Karl paced around, most likely considering his options. Or maybe he was still trying to collect himself. “Okay.” Julian decided. Karl wanted him around, seemed to need him just as much as Julian needed Karl and he felt guilty to worry him even further. “Fine, have it your way… I’m coming.” 

Julian had always been weak for that look Karl gave him. He was weak for the man in general. Weak for the way he talked to him, the way he moved, the way he plain and simply was. Weak for his touch especially and when that hand landed on his shoulder, he felt slightly better. 

But that was a different time.

Now, as Karl sat with Julian, the weight of his own body felt heavier than it used to. His strength wasn’t what it once was, and the drugs… they were changing him faster than he cared to admit. He could feel it in the way his hands trembled when he wasn’t high, in the aches that pulsed through his body, exacerbated by the illness that was slowly eating him alive. The drugs were supposed to numb him, but they were doing more than that. They were stripping away parts of him, one by one, and won't stop until even Karl couldn’t recognize himself.

His confidence was slipping, piece by piece. The man he used to be—the one who looked down on people like Rip—was fading away. Now, Rip was a lifeline. The man Karl once despised had become someone he needed, and that realization stung more than he’d ever admit. A reminder of how much he had already lost, how much more he had to lose if he didn’t keep it together.

And yet, despite it all, he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull away. Rip’s grip was tightening, and Karl hated it, but he hated the idea of losing himself even more.

Karl reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he took Julian’s in his own. The touch was gentle, but there was a quiet desperation in the way his fingers closed around Julian’s. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just held on, like he was trying to ground himself, to steady the chaos inside. "Do you really think sugarcoating my future will help me in anyway? On the contrary. "

Karl stood up, still holding Julian’s hand as he gently pulled him to his feet. His movements were slow but deliberate, helping Julian get dressed without a word. There was a tenderness in how he handed over Julian’s jacket, how he straightened the collar before guiding him toward the door.

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

One by one, Karl unbuttoned the shirt, each undone button exposing more of Homelander’s toned chest. His touch was firm but unhurried, savoring the moment as he revealed the powerful body beneath. “Oh, I’ve been thinking about that since the moment you stepped foot in my gallery,” Karl murmured, his voice low, breath warm against Homelander’s ear as each, dragging nails along hair and skin. Taking a moment to draw back enough to appreciate the image and nod approvingly.

His fingers slid over the newly exposed skin, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. As he finished with the last button, his hands wandered down over Homelander’s toned stomach, appreciating the solid muscle beneath his palms.

Pressing his body ever closer, Karl let his lips graze Homelander’s ear. “You know," he whispered, voice dripping with mischief, " I'm going to find out the size of that.. ego .. "

Blue eyes were locked on Karl as he busied himself with the buttons of the Supe’s shirt. Homelander was rather looking forward to showing off for the other and remind him that he was in fact lucky enough to spend some exclusive time with a God. “Mm. That so?” Homelander hummed as more and more of his chest was exposed, however there was no shame. Only confidence. He knew what he was built like. He knew how perfect he was. Not unlike an art piece to admire. “Good to know I’ve been on your mind non stop tonight. Though, I have a feeling it’s not just been tonight, has it?” He purred, voice low. And then Karl would be rewarded with a shudder and hum of pleasure as Homelander felt fingers and nails drag across his skin.

“You don’t waste any time. I like that.” Homelander mused, quite literally a prize for Karl to unwrap and devour, which the Supe was perfectly content with. He watched Karl’s reactions and savoured the way he looked at him, touched him, slow but with purpose. Homelander was weak to physical contact, his body instinctively leaning into it greedy for more. If the blonde wasn’t already under Karl’s spell, he definitely was now. He bit his lip as eyes half closed, savouring every caress across his chest. And then when the final button of his shirt was undone, the material slid open, his torso now free and exposed for Karl to admire in full.

And then those hands were against his stomach and Karl was rewarded with a rumble in that strong chest. “How do I compare to the various works of art in your gallery then? Am I worth your time?” Homelander challenged with a confident tone. He already knew the answer of course. Nothing could compare to him. As Karl leaned closer, Homelander’s hands glided around and over the man’s back. His touch was gentle, but strong. The whisper earned another shudder, Homelander quite taken aback by how upfront Karl was. He truly hadn’t expected this, yet was pleasantly surprised.

Karl’s smirk deepened as his fingers continued to explore, caress, work and tease. A human holding a god in the palm of his hand just knowing where to touch. His gaze flicked up to meet Homelander’s, playful and full of mischief. “What can I say? I’m a man of action,” he teased, his tone smooth and laced with confidence.

“You’re a masterpiece” His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, but the teasing edge remained. “The gallery’s just full of things to admire. But you…” Karl’s eyes locked onto his, a flicker of daring behind them. “You’re something to covet.” The sound of Zipper unzipping and that hand slides down without waiting a moment longer to wrap around his prize.

Finally, the last nail in the coffin when the supe deduced accuratedly this was premeditated to get Homelander's attention. "Now whatever makes you say that? Was it the entire gallery exhibit dedicated in your honor or my hand currently down your trousers? "

Karl pulled back just slightly, his gaze never leaving Homelander’s, clearly savoring the moment of having the upper hand. “Oh I'd say you’re more worth my time,” he coos in his ear with a smirk. “If anything, I should be asking if I’m worth yours.” He's coaxed him free of those slacks.

" Mm, Would you look at the size of that .. Ego.. you certainly do not disappoint, darling. " The warning falling on deaf ears, he had long before made up his mind what he wants. " Can't be twice shy if not once bitten , can I? Guess I'll have to find that out for myself. " He spits into his own hand to stroke him.

Homelander liked those hands over his body, against his skin. He liked being appreciated, savoured. Admired just like any other piece of art. He took great pride in that, which is why he did quite literally sit on that couch with everything on offer for Karl to indulge in. Both were men with busy schedules and sometimes when the need arose there wasn’t all that much time to savour it. That didn’t mean it was necessarily a bad thing though. It had been a while since Homelander last had a quickie. He often found them intense and purely primal, yet rewarding.

The compliments worked like they always did, going straight to that ego. He preened, his cock twitching in approval of Karl’s words. “Mm. Glad I met your expectations.” Homelander smirked, all smug. There was nothing he loved more than adoration and the feeling of being needed. Wanted. Karl was ticking all the right boxes, and only further added to that as Homelander heard that zipper …and then felt that touch, that hand wrap around him. He grunted, trying to keep his hips still. But god, did he want to buck into that hand.

“Mmh…you’re hilarious.” Homelander growled at Karl’s sarcasm. “Normally fans attend meet and greets when they want to see me. Too posh for that, are you?” He huffed in return, meeting that gaze. “Regardless, you have my attention now. Full attention. I took the bait and am rewarded with your hand down my pants eager for my cock. I’d call that a win win.” He smirked, the quick remarks and comments still flowing between the two despite the fact that Karl did technically have the upper hand.

As Karl eased back, Homelander kept his gaze locked. He was completely under the man’s spell, captivated and hooked. He was unlike anyone else he’d ever known. The way he carried himself, how easily he handled a Supe…it was impressive and admirable. “Well, so far you have a rather big mouth that I’d quite like to fill. That said, I am very keen to see how you handle me. To see if you’re just all talk or…up to the challenge. Though, after all the effort you’ve went to, I don’t think you’ll disappoint.”

And then Homelander sighed with relief as his cock was freed, sitting there practically bare for Karl to admire all that was on offer. Blue eyes watched Karl’s reactions closely. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, far from it. It came as no surprise that the Brit was impressed, course the flattery made him shudder and his cock twitch in approval. “Heh. I’m impressed you’re not intimidated. It’s happened in the past. Though, you do come across as a rather starved slut, sweetheart. Ready and eager for anything.” He teased with a chuckle, though it ended up as an almost choking sound as he felt Karl begin to stroke him.

Karl peppered kisses down strong jaw and strapping neck, collar bone and pectoral while strong arms held onto him , and his quite accustomed hand had found a nice rhythm. Proving once more that he had everything 'well in hand' in more than one way. For the moment his own cock going untouched for the moment. He was just as worked up as he'd gotten his impressive evening company, though ever the gracious host .. his rule was his lover cum's first.

" There isn't a cock alive I can't take. " A pause. " hmm, perhaps that should be the otherway around. Nevertheless, You sir will there will be no topping. " a smirk. " In any sense of the manner. " Another kiss a purr as he quickened that hand , cooing into his ear.

“The bigger, the b-better is what they say…” Homelander hummed in response, still able to quip back despite the pleasure coursing through him. Though even he couldn’t hold back those grunts and moans of pleasure while Karl pumped his cock with such ease and grace. And then those lips were pressed against his skin making him shudder and squirm slightly. He may have been invincible, but he was still sensitive. And every nerve was alit with each touch. “G-…got to say though…it’s a lot of effort to go through t-…to….mmhh…jerk me off. I-I’m flattered though.” He teased back, trying to stand his ground…and failing quickly.

Homelander leaned his head back, eyelids fluttering from the pleasure as his hips carefully bucked and rocked into that hand. As the pleasure began to build, he let go of Karl so as not to hurt him and gripped the armrest of the couch instead, fingers digging in and easily leaving a permanent imprint. “Mngh…fffuck…I’m not l-like any others you’ve b-been with. F-Fear I won’t…ngh…aaah…get rid of you o-once you’ve had a go…” As that hand quickened, Homelander’s features scrunched with pure ecstasy and he unknowingly whimpered, his mind becoming more and more cloudy.

Just giving this living legend the best hand job a human could. " Well, that's going a bit far Homelander. It wasn't JUST to give you a handjob. " He mused. He quickens his pace once more as Homelander tossed his head back and bucked into his grasp. " I do plan on getting a good ride in after all"

Do you ever shut up? it was broken but he smirked. " Only when I'm sleeping or someone's tongue's down my throat. "

Karl was definitely impressed the other was trying to keep up with his wit and joke back , despite being rendered to whimpers. Warning him that he was close , that if he continued he would climax.

Karl didn't heed that warning at all.. . “Fear?” he repeated, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Or hope?”

He captured Homelander’s lips in another kiss, this one deeper, more wanton, as if answering the unspoken question in kind. " Show us what you've got ." He cooed. He finally did shut up though. Long enough to let the hero focus on his orgasm, on how good it felt and not .. for once this night.. on the sound of his voice.

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

One by one, Karl unbuttoned the shirt, each undone button exposing more of Homelander’s toned chest. His touch was firm but unhurried, savoring the moment as he revealed the powerful body beneath. “Oh, I’ve been thinking about that since the moment you stepped foot in my gallery,” Karl murmured, his voice low, breath warm against Homelander’s ear as each, dragging nails along hair and skin. Taking a moment to draw back enough to appreciate the image and nod approvingly.

His fingers slid over the newly exposed skin, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. As he finished with the last button, his hands wandered down over Homelander’s toned stomach, appreciating the solid muscle beneath his palms.

Pressing his body ever closer, Karl let his lips graze Homelander’s ear. “You know," he whispered, voice dripping with mischief, " I'm going to find out the size of that.. ego .. "

Blue eyes were locked on Karl as he busied himself with the buttons of the Supe’s shirt. Homelander was rather looking forward to showing off for the other and remind him that he was in fact lucky enough to spend some exclusive time with a God. “Mm. That so?” Homelander hummed as more and more of his chest was exposed, however there was no shame. Only confidence. He knew what he was built like. He knew how perfect he was. Not unlike an art piece to admire. “Good to know I’ve been on your mind non stop tonight. Though, I have a feeling it’s not just been tonight, has it?” He purred, voice low. And then Karl would be rewarded with a shudder and hum of pleasure as Homelander felt fingers and nails drag across his skin.

“You don’t waste any time. I like that.” Homelander mused, quite literally a prize for Karl to unwrap and devour, which the Supe was perfectly content with. He watched Karl’s reactions and savoured the way he looked at him, touched him, slow but with purpose. Homelander was weak to physical contact, his body instinctively leaning into it greedy for more. If the blonde wasn’t already under Karl’s spell, he definitely was now. He bit his lip as eyes half closed, savouring every caress across his chest. And then when the final button of his shirt was undone, the material slid open, his torso now free and exposed for Karl to admire in full.

And then those hands were against his stomach and Karl was rewarded with a rumble in that strong chest. “How do I compare to the various works of art in your gallery then? Am I worth your time?” Homelander challenged with a confident tone. He already knew the answer of course. Nothing could compare to him. As Karl leaned closer, Homelander’s hands glided around and over the man’s back. His touch was gentle, but strong. The whisper earned another shudder, Homelander quite taken aback by how upfront Karl was. He truly hadn’t expected this, yet was pleasantly surprised.

Karl’s smirk deepened as his fingers continued to explore, caress, work and tease. A human holding a god in the palm of his hand just knowing where to touch. His gaze flicked up to meet Homelander’s, playful and full of mischief. “What can I say? I’m a man of action,” he teased, his tone smooth and laced with confidence.

“You’re a masterpiece” His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, but the teasing edge remained. “The gallery’s just full of things to admire. But you…” Karl’s eyes locked onto his, a flicker of daring behind them. “You’re something to covet.” The sound of Zipper unzipping and that hand slides down without waiting a moment longer to wrap around his prize.

Finally, the last nail in the coffin when the supe deduced accuratedly this was premeditated to get Homelander's attention. "Now whatever makes you say that? Was it the entire gallery exhibit dedicated in your honor or my hand currently down your trousers? "

Karl pulled back just slightly, his gaze never leaving Homelander’s, clearly savoring the moment of having the upper hand. “Oh I'd say you’re more worth my time,” he coos in his ear with a smirk. “If anything, I should be asking if I’m worth yours.” He's coaxed him free of those slacks.

" Mm, Would you look at the size of that .. Ego.. you certainly do not disappoint, darling. " The warning falling on deaf ears, he had long before made up his mind what he wants. " Can't be twice shy if not once bitten , can I? Guess I'll have to find that out for myself. " He spits into his own hand to stroke him.

Homelander liked those hands over his body, against his skin. He liked being appreciated, savoured. Admired just like any other piece of art. He took great pride in that, which is why he did quite literally sit on that couch with everything on offer for Karl to indulge in. Both were men with busy schedules and sometimes when the need arose there wasn’t all that much time to savour it. That didn’t mean it was necessarily a bad thing though. It had been a while since Homelander last had a quickie. He often found them intense and purely primal, yet rewarding.

The compliments worked like they always did, going straight to that ego. He preened, his cock twitching in approval of Karl’s words. “Mm. Glad I met your expectations.” Homelander smirked, all smug. There was nothing he loved more than adoration and the feeling of being needed. Wanted. Karl was ticking all the right boxes, and only further added to that as Homelander heard that zipper …and then felt that touch, that hand wrap around him. He grunted, trying to keep his hips still. But god, did he want to buck into that hand.

“Mmh…you’re hilarious.” Homelander growled at Karl’s sarcasm. “Normally fans attend meet and greets when they want to see me. Too posh for that, are you?” He huffed in return, meeting that gaze. “Regardless, you have my attention now. Full attention. I took the bait and am rewarded with your hand down my pants eager for my cock. I’d call that a win win.” He smirked, the quick remarks and comments still flowing between the two despite the fact that Karl did technically have the upper hand.

As Karl eased back, Homelander kept his gaze locked. He was completely under the man’s spell, captivated and hooked. He was unlike anyone else he’d ever known. The way he carried himself, how easily he handled a Supe…it was impressive and admirable. “Well, so far you have a rather big mouth that I’d quite like to fill. That said, I am very keen to see how you handle me. To see if you’re just all talk or…up to the challenge. Though, after all the effort you’ve went to, I don’t think you’ll disappoint.”

And then Homelander sighed with relief as his cock was freed, sitting there practically bare for Karl to admire all that was on offer. Blue eyes watched Karl’s reactions closely. He wasn’t ashamed of his body, far from it. It came as no surprise that the Brit was impressed, course the flattery made him shudder and his cock twitch in approval. “Heh. I’m impressed you’re not intimidated. It’s happened in the past. Though, you do come across as a rather starved slut, sweetheart. Ready and eager for anything.” He teased with a chuckle, though it ended up as an almost choking sound as he felt Karl begin to stroke him.

Karl peppered kisses down strong jaw and strapping neck, collar bone and pectoral while strong arms held onto him , and his quite accustomed hand had found a nice rhythm. Proving once more that he had everything 'well in hand' in more than one way. For the moment his own cock going untouched for the moment. He was just as worked up as he'd gotten his impressive evening company, though ever the gracious host .. his rule was his lover cum's first.

" There isn't a cock alive I can't take. " A pause. " hmm, perhaps that should be the otherway around. Nevertheless, You sir will there will be no topping. " a smirk. " In any sense of the manner. " Another kiss a purr as he quickened that hand , cooing into his ear.

Extending his hand, the sweet talking owner from the first moment, that was the silver tongued owner of this establishment. He'd just sent Simone off on an 'errand' that was sure to give him plenty of time to get to know the celebrity in his fine establishment.

Homelander blinked at the dulcet British tone and turned his head. He’d attended the gallery to check out the exhibit that was made in his honour, dressed in casual clothing so he could blend in and get some peace and quiet to actually look over the bloody thing. He was surprised that someone easily recognised him despite wearing a black shirt and grey slacks, his hair soft and fluffy with strands grazing over his right eye. Definitely not Homelander attire.

“An exhibit all about me. What’s not to like?” Came the witty reply along with a smirk as Homelander took that hand for a firm - yet cautious - shake. Letting go, he tilted his head. “And here I thought being out of costume would make me one with the crowd. Didn’t work on you though, Grove. I hope you can keep a secret.”

[ @karlgrove ]

One by one, Karl unbuttoned the shirt, each undone button exposing more of Homelander’s toned chest. His touch was firm but unhurried, savoring the moment as he revealed the powerful body beneath. “Oh, I’ve been thinking about that since the moment you stepped foot in my gallery,” Karl murmured, his voice low, breath warm against Homelander’s ear as each, dragging nails along hair and skin. Taking a moment to draw back enough to appreciate the image and nod approvingly.

His fingers slid over the newly exposed skin, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. As he finished with the last button, his hands wandered down over Homelander’s toned stomach, appreciating the solid muscle beneath his palms.

Pressing his body ever closer, Karl let his lips graze Homelander’s ear. “You know," he whispered, voice dripping with mischief, " I'm going to find out the size of that.. ego .. "

Blue eyes were locked on Karl as he busied himself with the buttons of the Supe’s shirt. Homelander was rather looking forward to showing off for the other and remind him that he was in fact lucky enough to spend some exclusive time with a God. “Mm. That so?” Homelander hummed as more and more of his chest was exposed, however there was no shame. Only confidence. He knew what he was built like. He knew how perfect he was. Not unlike an art piece to admire. “Good to know I’ve been on your mind non stop tonight. Though, I have a feeling it’s not just been tonight, has it?” He purred, voice low. And then Karl would be rewarded with a shudder and hum of pleasure as Homelander felt fingers and nails drag across his skin.

“You don’t waste any time. I like that.” Homelander mused, quite literally a prize for Karl to unwrap and devour, which the Supe was perfectly content with. He watched Karl’s reactions and savoured the way he looked at him, touched him, slow but with purpose. Homelander was weak to physical contact, his body instinctively leaning into it greedy for more. If the blonde wasn’t already under Karl’s spell, he definitely was now. He bit his lip as eyes half closed, savouring every caress across his chest. And then when the final button of his shirt was undone, the material slid open, his torso now free and exposed for Karl to admire in full.

And then those hands were against his stomach and Karl was rewarded with a rumble in that strong chest. “How do I compare to the various works of art in your gallery then? Am I worth your time?” Homelander challenged with a confident tone. He already knew the answer of course. Nothing could compare to him. As Karl leaned closer, Homelander’s hands glided around and over the man’s back. His touch was gentle, but strong. The whisper earned another shudder, Homelander quite taken aback by how upfront Karl was. He truly hadn’t expected this, yet was pleasantly surprised.

Karl’s smirk deepened as his fingers continued to explore, caress, work and tease. A human holding a god in the palm of his hand just knowing where to touch. His gaze flicked up to meet Homelander’s, playful and full of mischief. “What can I say? I’m a man of action,” he teased, his tone smooth and laced with confidence.

“You’re a masterpiece” His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper, but the teasing edge remained. “The gallery’s just full of things to admire. But you…” Karl’s eyes locked onto his, a flicker of daring behind them. “You’re something to covet.” The sound of Zipper unzipping and that hand slides down without waiting a moment longer to wrap around his prize.

Finally, the last nail in the coffin when the supe deduced accuratedly this was premeditated to get Homelander's attention. "Now whatever makes you say that? Was it the entire gallery exhibit dedicated in your honor or my hand currently down your trousers? "

Karl pulled back just slightly, his gaze never leaving Homelander’s, clearly savoring the moment of having the upper hand. “Oh I'd say you’re more worth my time,” he coos in his ear with a smirk. “If anything, I should be asking if I’m worth yours.” He's coaxed him free of those slacks.

" Mm, Would you look at the size of that .. Ego.. you certainly do not disappoint, darling. " The warning falling on deaf ears, he had long before made up his mind what he wants. " Can't be twice shy if not once bitten , can I? Guess I'll have to find that out for myself. " He spits into his own hand to stroke him.

@karlgrove <3

He couldn’t tell if Muriel was really his friend or if she used him for a roof over her head while escaping her family but through the blur of substances and loud music and mindnumbing TV it sure as hell felt like it. She shared too, which he could very much appreciate and she only got angry when they ran out. Which was something he understood as well but he’d rather die than go to Rip about… this. He didn’t plan for this go on anyway, a week at most… how long had it been… Regardless, they managed just fine for the most part and whenever the phone rang, he just turned the music up louder.

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Somewhere in an ridiculously overpriced apartment in New Hampshire, Blair was trying to concentrate on a book but no matter how hard she tried, one thing just would not leave her mind alone. Julian. He hadn’t called to be a sappy idiot or to rant about minor inconveniences or to beg her to come back in a while and not once did he pick up the phone or call her back either.

And it wasn’t like she didn’t trust him, even after all that happened she did but she had also known him far too long to ignore it completely. Blair was getting worried and even though Clay insisted he’d be just fine, her gut feeling told a different story.

It wouldn’t have been difficult to get a hold of the Grove family either way but Julian, not being an idiot for once, had told her the phone number in case something happened. And when the time seemed rather reasonable to her and the nervous feeling became too much, she made her call.

No. They had something special and he desperately wanted to cling to the idea that it was going to last forever. Or at least as long as Karl was… he quickly discarded that thought. And so he listened to Karl explain himself, nodded and put on a faint smile. 

Had it been any other day, perhaps he would have laughed. He wanted to laugh but it got stuck in his throat. “It’s not funny, it’s- ah, forget it, are you really sure, not a crumb left?” Wanting it harder wouldn’t make it any more true though and he could tell that conversation with Rip had really gotten to the man he loved so dearly and it was mostly Julian’s fault. “I’m sorry you had to meet that asshole in the first place.” Julian sighed and finally put a cigarette between his lips and lit it up. Perhaps this would calm him down a little. “Rip has his ways to get into your head, always had. Don’t feel bad about it, he’s good at making you insecure, maybe that’s why his… business… is booming.” 

"Well, I suppose he isn't all bad. Rip does have his uses, you know." He let the words hang in the air, watching Julian’s reaction carefully. It was the kind of statement that could mean a lot of things, and Karl wanted it that way. Maybe Julian would assume he was talking about the drugs—after all, that was their most pressing need right now.

Stubborn Julian, Karl wasn't letting him off that easy this time. He didn't realize he was staring down the face of his future.

“No, Darling,” Karl said softly, reaching out to take the cigarette from his fingers and gently place it back in the ashtray. “You’re not staying here. Not alone. That’s the worst thing you could do right now.”

He stood up from the bed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to collect himself as he paced the room for a second. He knew how fragile Julian could get, especially in moments like this when everything was spinning out of control. And truthfully, Karl didn’t trust leaving him here by himself. Julian’s mind would wander, and Karl knew where it would end up. In a search for something—anything—to numb the edge.“If you stay here, you’ll just make yourself crazy. " Thumb gently stroking the side of Julian’s neck, a small gesture of affection.

“Besides I--I need you with me, you see” Karl insisted, his voice a bit firmer this time. He turned back to Julian, meeting his gaze with those soft eyes he knew Julian couldn’t resist. “You know how I get… I can’t go out there alone, not today. What if I have one of my… episodes? You’ve seen it before.” He was exaggerating, of course, but not by much.