>You come home
>Candles are lit at the table, dinner set, Karl standing, nervously waiting for you
>"K, I thought you were still traveling!"
>"I know, I bought my own ticket back so I could see you" he says, smiling.
>You smile, walking towards him. "Aren't you tired from this week?" you ask. "Four games in seven days is really difficult."
>"Well I couldn't stop thinking about you, about how you were watching me. It helped me."
>"You were amazing, I was so impressed with your performance." Your heart flutters as he motions to have you sit across from him.
>You take a seat. He cooked dinner for you: lasagna, a side salad, garlic bread, with a hearty Cabernet. He pours you a glass and raises his. "What should we toast?"
>You ponder for a minute and say "To you? To your good health." He smiles a thanks, taps your glass and sips the wine before starting to eat.
>Lasagna isn't the sexiest meal, but the fact that he cooked for you is really special. You think about the time that went in towards preparing the sauce, layering the pasta and cheese, and baking. "Karl, this is amazing, thanks so much for this. I don't feel like I deserve this!"
>"No, Anon, you do. You have helped he so much through this tough time. I really need this All-Star Break, coach has ben running me ragged."
>"Well, what do you expect, Thibs runs his stars, and its worth it, you've developed well and can only go up! I mean, you remember what he did with Yao, he was already good and he still--"
>"Of course," he says, cutting you off. "But it doesn't change the fact that I need a break and want to spend more time relaxing, recuperating, and resting."
>"Ah, well, of course," you say. "I guess that means that we'll have to limit your physical activity," you say with a sly grin.
>He catches your drift, smiles guilelessly, and says something that touches to the deepest recess of your heart: "I don't care what we do, as long as I can do it with you. Anytime that I can spend with you, I'm happy."
>Your eyes start to well up. A tendril of regret comes to your mind as you feel sorry for sexualizing such an important moment for Karl-Anthony.
>"K, I would do anything with you, and do anything for you."
>He smiles, looks down at his plate, and keeps eating. You sit there in silence while the two of you finish the meal; he finishes first and waits patiently as you finish.
>He holds out his hand and you grab it. He leads you around the corner to his bedroom. Warm from the candles that have been burning, you embrace him before pulling at his shirt. He stops you and says "I thought maybe this time we could do it... differently?"
>You look at him quizzically before he sits you down on the bed, sliding your trousers down while he gets on his knees. Its clear that he premeditated this--this is the only position that his 7-foot frame could ever get close to mid-range of your 5'11" body.
>"Karl, you don't have to do this, I don't mind--". He reaches up and covers your mouth with one hand as he begins to rub your member through your boxers. "Anon, don't worry, this is something that I want to do."
>He pushes you down onto the mattress, your legs hanging off the edge, and pulls your boxers down. He grabs your strong 7 and begins to pump it a few times before putting the head in his mouth. You close your eyes in ecstasy.
>His form is lacking, but his enthusiasm makes up the difference. He uses his large hands and plenty of saliva to service every inch of your throbbing cock. Each time he goes down, he swirls his tongue around your head, leading to a rush of pleasure, hormones making neurons fire like the 4th of July throughout it all.
>You open your eyes and are surprised. Karl-Anthony had installed a mirror above the bed, allowing you to view his performance from two angles. From the mirror, you can't quite tell what he's doing with his other hand, so you sit up a bit and crane your neck.
>Karl has pulled his pants down and started to rub himself in his briefs. You can see the drops of pre-cum that pressed through the fabric.
>Not wanting to get too far along before the main event, you pull his head up and lean down to kiss him. A slight taste of your own musk comes into your mouth, but it doesn't stop you from kissing your lover. You pull on his shoulders towards the bed, and he follows the motion.
>You lie next to one another, kissing, while your hands rove along each others' bodies. They remove any piece of clothing they come in contact with, until you are left stark naked in front of one another.
>"I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but some things have changed," KAT starts. "I want different things, I want you to..."
>He blushes, embarrassed to say the words.
>"What, K, what do you want me to do?" you ask, egging him on. You want to hear it, your penis throbbing in excitement.
>"I want you to--shit why is this so hard--I want you to... to take me. I want to feel you in me, to have you on top of me, to feel you in every way that I can."
>You smile at him and reach over to the drawer. You put some lubricant on yourself, still wet from Karl's energetic servicing, and you press the excess against his rosebud.
>"Ok K, this is going to be new, for both of us. We'll need to have your stomach on the bed, so that I can reach high enough."
>He nods, stands up, towers over you for a moment, before lying on the bed. You put more lubricant on his rectum, warming the area and helping him relax. You hum softly as you start to rub his asshole, slowly penetrating for just a microsecond before going back to rubbing.
>He starts to moan, and asks you to finger him more. You oblige, excited and nervous about what is going to happen.
>You stand up and rub your cock to its full length. You place the head at Karl's entrance and whisper "I love you" as you press in. All seven inches slide into his ass, surprising you.
>Karl-Anthony smiles as he looks back, his signature toothy grin showing, as he says "I prepped myself for this, I was so excited. Please, baby, give me everything you can!"
>You are in shock, and are truly torn in two. While you want to ream his ass with the force of a thousand suns, you want to show how much you love and appreciate him. These emotions well in your heart as you thrust slowly but strongly, over and over.
>He puts his head into the mattress as he moans while you pump your dick in and out. Its the most wonderful feeling that you have had yet, and it was something that you would be able to experience many times over.

>The night continues in its usual course, with different positions, all adjusted for height, before both reaching orgasm.
>But that first night would always hold a special place in your heart.

>"You may be the center for the Wolves, Karl-Anthony Towns, but you'll always be the center of my universe."