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Plush flesh peaked out between his leather-clad digits. He had a firm grip on their ass, finger tips creating small divots against their soft cheek. They were sitting on his lap, straddling his thigh and arching their back to grant him more access.
"God damn, doll." his voice was loud, boisterous.
He was feeling proud. They could tell just by his exaggerated movements and the volume of his words. He wasn't just in a good mood. He was feeling cocky. Showing off, even. They didn't know what put him in such a good mood, but they were thankful for it. When Karl was like this he tended to parade them around like some kind of prize. Sure, it was to stroke his own ego a little, but it was nice knowing he saw them as something worth feeling proud of.
If they could have their pick, though, they'd always choose Karl when he was vulnerable. When he'd allow them to see him as not a lord, not a "freedom fighter," but just a man. They loved when he would let them trace his scars as he whispered kind nothings into their neck.
However, this Karl was fun too.
His gloved hand left their ass just to give a good, heavy slap to where he had been gripping. The spank wasn't too hard, just enough to give their flesh a soft bounce.
"Could bounce a quarter off it." He chuckled, giving another firm tap before kneading the flesh.
Oh, he was smug.
A sigh escaped their lips as they kissed his neck sloppily. Their hips arched further, begging for him to continue. They were sure they had started leaking on his dirty trousers.
He gave a breathy laugh before landing another slap against them, "cool you're jets," he roughly rubbed the sore skin of their butt, "we're just getting started, buttercup."