50 Shades of Capitalism

running into Karl

(Y/N POV)

Y/N was dwelling on the thought of meeting Durkheim the night prior, they couldn't help but feel his hand on their face and see his golden eyes that shone like a guinea in the snow. Y/N was rubbing the shillings their stole in her pocket, filled with grief but then they remembered he was capitalist scum, he was a bloody handsome capitalist at that. But they needed to forget him.

Y/N approached a row of houses, they were terraced houses with white painted doors. The door to Y/N's left opened and a familiar man came out, he looked up and his eyes flooded with remembrance it was Karl, they hadn't seen Karl since they escaped the orphanage around a week ago. Y/N didn't know if it was an accident but Karl's face lit up with joy when their eyes met. He then looked Y/N up and down, what was once joy became sorrow as he saw how Y/N looked after being homeless. Y/N could feel the remorse radiating off of Karl for abandoning them on the streets. He rushed up to them and grabbed their hand, he hurriedly said, 'come in, come in, you look starving and rather dirty, please... please do come in'.

Y/N was ushered inside by Karl and he closed the door gently behind him, he then moved to the downstairs curtains and closed them. He was paranoid but Y/N wasn't sure why, he then hesitated for a moment as he was walking back towards them in the hallway, grabbing their hand he pulled them down the small cramped hallway. Y/N thought to themselves that the house didn't look like it belonged to a philosopher, they thought there would be more paper, more mess, but it seemed immaculate. They arrived at the bathroom and Karl directed them on how to turn the bath on, he spoke very fast and he seemed to be panicked still. 'turn this here' Karl was holding a phallic shaped nozzle, 'then twist this handle here to activate warm water unless you want to bathe in cold water, that's up to you' he slid his hand off the nozzle and gestured toward a twisty handle. Clearing his throat, Karl left the bathroom, but he kept the door open ajar 'in case you need anything' he muttered.

Y/N got into the water, it was cold, they didn't want to use up Karl's warm water, especially not with the cost of it now a days. They couldn't help but dwell on the thought that the chances of them running into Karl like that were extremely strange, Y/N would have chalked it up to a coincidence but they had a habit of believing there was no such thing. They rubbed the coarse dirt off of their skin and looked up to the window, seeing the reflection of Karl watching them in the window. They smirked. Y/N knew now as it was all piecing together, Karl had rushed out of his house when he saw them walking by the window. And now Karl was even peeking through the slit in the door. Y/N turned their head to the side and began to rub up their arm and over their neck, letting out a small whimper and a sigh. They saw the change in Karl's face, they knew they had him in their grasp, watching this man crumble before their eyes. Y/N slowly stood up, still aware of Karl's eyes on their exposed body.

Grabbing the towel off of the floor Y/N covered their body and slowly turned around, they heard Karl retreat back into the hall, so they wandered out of the room to find him. 'Karl' they delicately taunted, 'Karl please come back' they said. But the whole house was embellished with silence, even to the point Y/N could hear their own voice echo down the hall. Y/N then heard scrambling coming from the upstairs, so they moved to where they heard the noise. In a room, stood Karl, he seemed like a nervous mumbling wreck, he was fumbling with something in one of his draws. Slowly, his head drifted to look at Y/N, he once again cleared is throat and said 'you can borrow one of my shirts, it is all i have for you.' He then made an attempt for the exit. Y/N stretched out their hand and placed it firmly on his chest, 'Karl...' they whispered and felt Karl tense beneath their fingers. They moved their hand up his to neck and watched his body twitch beneath their touch, then bringing their fingers up to their chin and running them through his beard, Y/N turned his face to theirs. After locking eyes, Y/N whispered, 'can i kiss you Karl?' and with some hesitation he whimpered, 'yes please'.

Y/N gently pushed Karl backwards towards his bed, then when they approached the edge of the bed, with a little force, they pushed him down. Straddling Karl, Y/N's legs were parted and his arms reached up to grab their thighs. Their innocence faded away with each passing second. 'Out of all the things i wanted to share in this capitalist society, i would like to share this moment with you.' Karl whimpered looking directly into the exploited of age person's eyes.

Y/N starts tugging at the lining of his trousers itching with anticipation for the events that were about to occur. They smiled and started tugging painfully slowly in a downward motion at the zipper of his trousers, Karl fumbled with the zipper trying to make Y/N move faster, he was desperate. 'Karl.' Y/N growled. They locked eyes for a moment and he whispered... 'mutter (mother in German for all my monolingual folk) please...'

The zipper reached the bottom, they could feel his throbbing member through the material. They grabbed the tip of beard and pulled his head up, our faces almost touching. They ran my hands onto his manhood and saw his body convulse against their touch. He exhaled with a small whimper as he moved. His moan reverberated in their chest as they slipped their hand around his dick. They moved it slowly up and down while looking into his sympathetic eyes.

Y/N kissed him, roughly. Their lips only parted for breif moments when he moaned against Y/N's. He whimpered, 'p-please go faster'. Y/N laughed at the weakness below them. They moved to insert Karl's member, he grabbed their thighs with shock. The sensation rippling throughout his body. Y/N rocked their hips and felt their own pleasure taking over, their primal desires wanting to do more, but Karl was weak. Pathetically weak. Like his ideology.

His climax shattered through him as he bucked his hips further into Y/N. They laughed and ran their index finger over his face watching him squirm. Admiring the despiration. Y/N stood up and retrieved the clothes gifted to her earlier.