Pairing: Miranda Otto / Karl Urban / Cate Blanchett
Rating: NC-17, mild BDSM
Summary: There are good reasons for some clichés
Disclaimer: Not true: I made it up
Feedback: Yes, please
Notes: Written for slashababy 2006, The request was for "highly erotic BDSM with just a hint of the romantic "-- quite inspiring.
The scene is ridiculously cliché -- all black silk and flickering candles, a mirror on the ceiling, something exotic and wordless on the stereo -- but it's also sexy as hell. Karl's body is shining with oil, his muscles seeming more defined in the complicated shadows. He's stopped tensing against his bonds and has relaxed into their firm hold, his face now slack, but his cock still stiff and full.
They've left his blindfold off tonight so he can see them in the mirrors: watch them embrace and move together in a wordless dance, both so fair and slender.
Miranda slides her hands along Cate's back, moving slower than a man would, feeling each silent sigh. Cate loves subtle sensations and Miranda's happy to give them to her: gentle licks along her neck, tracing the insides of her elbows, the palms of her hands, the tender spot just at the base of her neck.
For herself, Miranda's still quivering from Karl's impossibly sweet mouth, offered from his knees the moment after they burst back into the flat. It still gives her the giggles to think that anyone considers Karl scary, because she knows him so well. And he's so beautiful when he begs.
When she'd first met Karl, she'd thought he was a fine bloke, an excellent actor, and a good mate. But then a word or gesture would catch her, never when he was acting, always after a long day or a couple of pints. Something that said, 'make me, force me, push me, please.' Nothing weak or pathetic about it, more that he seemed like a square peg in a round hole, uninterested in the sweet girls (and boys) that gravitated to his looks. Finally, Miranda'd pulled him out to the dance floor and yeah, he followed her lead there, too. It was when she'd leaned him against the wall outside and kissed him that she knew for sure. Lucky her, such a lovely boy to play with.
Not that they'd had much time for fun, what with the shoot and trips back to Sydney and everything. But he'd proved himself ready and willing, up for everything she's asked of him, delightfully obedient.
And now, he watches her make love to Cate, coax her slowly towards arousal, he moans and twists again, clearly aching for a touch. But not yet, for now, Miranda can slip behind Cate, lick a trace along the tendons of her neck, reach round and tease her smooth breasts and hear the sudden deeper note to her moans. It's even better with the weight of Karl's eyes on them both. Miranda moves a hand down, teasing along Cate's tender skin at her waist. Just a wisp of contact is enough to set Cate shivering and moaning.
Karl knows better than to speak, but they can see his mouth moving, Please he mouths, please?
Cate nods to him, to both of them, and bends to run a fingernail up Karl's thigh, watching with pleasure as his body goes tense with the sensation. Miranda crawls on the bed and matches Cate on his other side. She has one hand for Karl, the other for Cate, teasing them both with the lightest of touches. Their moans harmonise, entwine, and Miranda grins.
Together, she and Cate attack Karl's body, covering every available inch with kisses and caresses, nips and pinches, giving him the sensations he's been craving. They slide their hands in the oil and cup his balls, while each sucks one of his nipples, until he's whimpering with desire. Then they join their mouths on his cock, bringing him, trembling, to the edge of orgasm -- and stop, knowing this will make it even better for him.
Use me, please, anything, he mouths, and Miranda nods.
She turns to Cate again, leaning across Karl's body, and kisses her intensely, relishing Cate's eager response. Cate's open and hot under Miranda's hand, slick and welcoming. Every touch makes Cate moan gorgeously, her hand tightening on Miranda's shoulder like a vise. Miranda moves a little faster, rubs a little harder, snakes her hand round and squeezes Cate's little arse, pushing her forward against Miranda's fingers. It always takes longer than she expects; just when she's about to try something new, Cate shivers and shrieks and oh her face is so beautiful and primal.
Miranda lets Cate drop down, lie on Karl and recover a bit, as she finds the condom and puts it on him. They've never done this before, though they've talked about it, and it takes some manoeuvring for Cate to slide down onto his cock and Miranda to kneel over his face. But when they're there, Cate's kissing her like mad, Karl's performing his usual mouth magic, and it's like an electric circuit running through all three of them.
After, lying on the satin sheets, Karl unbound and Cate drowsing, Miranda can't stop touching either of them. Just gentle pets, stroking hair and backs and faces. It can't last, she knows that, but it's too good to let go of just yet.