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George really didn’t know how it happened. Since the time Karl arrived in the UK, they had seemed to get closer and closer. He wasn’t really surprised by that, Karl was a light in every room. Someone who seemed to get close to everyone, whether they expected it or not. But what actually surprised him was one night shortly before Karl was supposed to go back home. It had been normal enough at first, just the two of them sitting on the couch and joking around. 

Admittedly, there had been a few drinks involved. Glasses and bottles scattered around on the table in front of them. But it wasn’t enough alcohol to give them more than just a pleasant buzz, loosened up and relaxed more than usual. It helped George unwind a little bit, just able to be in the moment with Karl. Karl was cuddled up to his side, a heavy warmth that George never wanted to go away. He could’ve cried in his tipsy state as he didn’t want to think about Karl having to go back home. 

He wasn’t quite sure when or how it happened, but he felt Karl squirming around and quickly found his lap full of the other man. His arms instinctively wrapped around Karl and enjoyed his warmth. There wasn’t any way he couldn’t love the man in front of him. Even if he had a hard time saying it, he cared a lot about Karl. Lips were carefully pressed to George’s as Karl sought to close the space between them however he could. And George would be lying if he said he was able to think in that moment, not even considering it before he was kissing him back. 

Karl had kissed plenty of other people. His love language was touch and he’d kissed pretty much all of their friends, but this was different. This had his head spinning as he cuddled closer to George. George’s lips parted for him and they kissed deeper. Karl had always loved kissing and George was even better at it than he could’ve imagined. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol making him feel so enthralled or if he was just that head over heels for George, but he didn’t want the feeling to subside. 

He was restless as he kissed George, shifting and squirming. He’d never been good at sitting still and alcohol had never made it easier for him. It was subconscious as he moved around and at first, it was something George didn’t even realize. But he was quickly becoming very aware of Karl’s moving. Immediately, he was embarrassed when he realized how Karl’s innocent movement was making him feel. He couldn’t help it as he felt himself hardening, however. 

Maybe it had just been too long since he’d done something like this, he reasoned. If he was called on it later, he would blame how easily his body responded on the alcohol in his system. But he couldn’t focus on anything besides the moment he was in. Karl was so warm and firm, and moving constantly on his lap. And it took an embarrassingly short amount of time before he was completely hard in his underwear. Yet, Karl seemed unaware of the situation he was causing.  

“Karl,” George gasped out and dragged the other man back to reality with him. He was impossibly hard now, tenting his sweatpants an embarrassing amount and leaking against the thin fabric of his boxers. Karl was on the ace spectrum and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries. The alcohol in his system didn’t let him worry too much, he knew Karl would say no if he didn’t want it. But his cock ached at the idea of not getting relief. He’d have to just excuse himself to jerk off in the bathroom. 

Karl finally noticed George’s problem. He’d been too caught up in kissing him before, but George’s face was bright pink as Karl looked in between them. He stared at George’s cock for too long, he realized. But George could see the consideration on his face, gears turning as he figured out how he wanted to proceed. Leaning in, he pressed another kiss to George’s lips. George was content with the kiss, but he was completely caught off guard by Karl rocking down against him. 

A groan escaped his throat at the feeling of friction against his clothed cock and he couldn’t help but break the kiss as he leaned his head back. George’s eyes closed, letting himself just be in the moment. Karl’s movements were a bit uneven from the alcohol in his system, but George couldn’t bring himself to care when every movement felt so good. Lips found his jaw and neck, pressing gentle kisses along the skin there as Karl kept rubbing himself over George’s cock. Occasionally, the movement would put pressure on the head of his cock and it would make George’s whole body jerk with the nearly painful pleasure of it. His hands found Karl’s hips to help guide his motions a bit more. 

“I want to fuck you like this,” George breathed out. He wasn’t sure if Karl didn’t hear him or just didn’t know how to respond because he said nothing. But that was fine with George. Whatever Karl’s boundaries were, he’d respect them. It didn’t stop thoughts of having Karl naked for him running through his head. He’d have him riding his cock for as long as they could take. It’d feel unbelievable to be able to actually fuck Karl, it had to when just humping against him felt this good. 

He cursed quietly at an especially good roll of their hips and he knew he was getting close. His hands tightened on Karl just a bit, making the friction firmer between them. George couldn’t fathom how Karl wasn’t getting hard from this, but he was in no state to question it. Karl’s forehead pressed against his and both of their eyes closed as they just enjoyed the closeness. George wondered what it would feel like to rut against Karl’s bare skin, watching his come splatter across Karl’s stomach or his pretty thighs. An even louder moan escaped George’s throat at the thought, a shiver running through him.