Sin's Bloom: Harry Sinclair / Orlando Bloom - Chapter 5
Title: Sin's Bloom
Pairing: Harry Sinclair (written by lunasv)/ Orlando Bloom (written by deleerium)
Type: LOTR RPS
Rating: R
Summary: Lounging around leads to revealing conversations.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
There's no word for it but sprawled. Orlando rolls his head against the arm of the overstuffed chair, a bare foot dangling towards the floor, a book abandoned in his lap. He's raided Harry's closet again, the jeans borrowed, the long sleeved shirt surrounding him in Harry's scent.
He tucks an arm behind his head and glances at Harry. "Have you ever been married?"
The broken silence surprises Harry more than the question, Orlando's odd sense of timing becoming perfectly normal. "Uh, no," he says, looking away from the shelf of books he's rearranging, adding a quick disclaimer, "never found the right guy. Plus my parents divorced, so I don't have the best role models for happily ever after."
"Mine too." Orlando tucks away the unmarried factoid, adding to the jumbled poetry in his head about Harry. He picks the book up again, fingers skimming the lines of text, the bare foot swaying back and forth.
"You want to get married? Find the right girl and all that?" It's as random a question as Orlando asked, but Harry's curious.
"To a girl?" Orlando's nose wrinkles on the last word. "I haven't thought that far ahead." He sets the book down, fingers plucking at the cover. "I suppose I'll get married some day, but I can't imagine being, you know," he waves a hand around distractedly, "I like girls alright, but most of them make me nervous. Like they're expecting me to do something, only I don't know what it is I should be doing, and invariably I get it wrong."
"Like being forever 15 and on that first date," Harry chuckles. "I know what you mean. Never felt like it worked with a girl."
"Yeah." Orlando flicks a page back and forth, his brow creased. "I mean, girls are cool, and some of them even smell nice, but," he rubs his hand over his heart, then drops it and clears his throat, "men are hot." Hoping his blush isn't as bright as it feels.
"And you sizzle. Gorgeous, smart, and you can carry on a conversation." Harry settles onto the ledge beside the chair, peering over Orlando at the book. "Are you reading? Or skimming?"
Orlando's foot stops swinging and he sends another look towards Harry. "Bit of both." He backs up a page, fingers rubbing at the immovable text. "The first time through is always slow. And I get impatient."
"If it's easier, I can leave you alone." Harry leans over, kisses Orlando's temple.
Orlando's eyes drift shut. "Mm." He opens them again and pushes up, leaning over the chair arm to brush his lips against Harry's. "You're no bother." Only mouths touching across the empty space. The book slides off his thigh to the floor.
"And you're losing your place," Harry whispers, returning the kiss with a bit more intention.
Orlando's hands tighten on the edge of the chair and he leans out into space. "I know where I am. 'Death pale, the poet spoke: Now let us go into the blind world waiting here below us." He tugs gently on Harry's lower lip with his teeth. "You will lead the way and I shall follow'."
Harry's breath catches, his mind tracking Orlando's soft words. "I could lead you to bed and spend all day kissing you while you read."
Orlando blinks, then shimmies off the chair and onto Harry's knees. "Okay." Cheeks flushed, brown eyes gone to black at the thought. "Everywhere?" The question barely whispered.
"Everywhere," Harry says, kissing Orlando's lips again, then his cheek and neck. "I wouldn't miss a spot."
Orlando shivers, one arm curling over Harry's shoulder. "That would work best without any clothes, I guess." His smile caught between mischief and desire as he mimics Harry's kisses, touching first his cheek, then throat.
"I'll undress you first," Harry smiles, "slowly, with just as many kisses.
"Good thing I'm not wearing much." Orlando rescues his book with an awkward sweep of his arm and slides off Harry's lap. He catches his hand, tugging gently, too fascinated by the whole experience to hide how easily he's been seduced. "Bed?"
Harry stands, lets himself be tugged along. That's becoming the cycle of his life, being pulled into a new life with Orlando. A beautiful, delicious life. "Yeah, bed," he murmurs, nudging Orlando against the wall a ways down the wall, just long enough for a kiss. "I'm going to call Peter, tell him you need a week off, just to rest."
Orlando's book slips to the ends of his fingers as he gets pulled into the kiss. He catches Harry's kiss with a sound of pleasure in the back of his throat, and resurfaces with a slow, dazed blink. "I'd do pretty much anything for a whole week off." Winding an arm around Harry's neck to pull him in for another kiss, this one laced with intent, underpinned by a full-bodied fascination with Harry.
"Anything? Rather daring, sweet boy," Harry says, letting go of Orlando's hand and walking backward down the hall. "You never know what I'd ask."
Orlando hesitates before peeling himself off the wall, compelled to follow despite -- or because of -- the tiny tang of fear in the back of his throat. There's something new in Harry's gaze. Something dark. "What would you ask?"
"To take you so far into yourself that you forget all you ever were." Harry's smile is quirked, not yet sinister but hinting at a deeper edge. "How far would you trust me, Orlando?"
Orlando pauses, but his body leans towards Harry. "I trust you," he murmurs, and takes a step forward, and then another. A blend of curious longing and fascination tempering the fear. "I trust you to find me again."
"Then come with me," Harry says, pulling Orlando closer and walking them both backwards down the hall. "Promise not to lose you."
"Harry," Orlando whispers as he's led into the bedroom. "Just so you know," he clears his throat, shifting the forgotten book from one hand to another. "I'm not really sure I know what I just agreed to."
Harry takes the book and lays it on the table inside the bedroom door. "Nothing you don't want, Orlando," he whispers against his lover's lips, kissing him softly. "For now, it's getting naked and crawling into bed and lots of kisses."
Orlando's smile flashes bright against the kiss. "Okay," he says, and tugs on the tails of his shirt. "Should I get me naked or will you?"
"Yes, you should. Get naked," he says, leaning against the bed's edge. "I'll watch."
Fingertips walking his shirt buttons, Orlando tilts his head, studying Harry as he starts on the lowest. Watching as intently as he's being examined. He peels apart the fabric, baring the smooth skin of his lower belly, Harry's jeans hanging precariously low on his hips. Working his way methodically up the shirt, he's hard by the time he pushes the fabric apart, hanging it on the edges of his shoulders. "I'm hard," his breath unsteady, his voice uncertain "and you haven't even touched me."
Harry laughs, the erection obvious. "Want to see how long you can stay that way?
Both of Orlando's eyebrows climb straight up, and his insides leap a little in fear. This is a game he hasn't played before, but it makes a dark spot spread on the borrowed denim near his crotch. "I don't know." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trusting his body's reaction, and Harry. "I don't know how long I can stay this way." Fingers dropping carefully to the buttons on his jeans. "But, yes, if you want to see."
"You're young. You can last forever," Harry says, stripping himself and sliding back onto the bed. "Or pretty damn close."
Sliding the jeans over his hips, Orlando's eyebrows go up again. "Forever?" The word spilling out with more squeak than he intended.
Harry chuckles. "We can start with an hour, and we'll build up to 'forever'," he says, taking Orlando's hand when the jeans hit the floor. "Right now, I just want to be in bed with you."
Gangling naked, Orlando follows the tug of Harry's hand into the cool sheet, the awkwardness fading the moment skin touches skin. "I could do that. Forever in bed with you." Rubbing cheek and arm and chest against Harry.
"I'm starting to love being in bed with you. It's addictive." Harry slides his hand up Orlando's leg, under his balls, stroking them lightly.
Orlando makes a wordless sound and arches, thighs sliding apart on the sheets. "You're addictive," he whispers, and bites his lower lip as his cock responds to Harry's touch.
"Good addiction, I hope. Wouldn't want you getting into bad habits," Harry murmurs, his mind distracted by the reactions of Orlando's body, rubbing a fingertip along the perineum, back over that tight hole, "well, not unless they're my bad habits."
Orlando sucks in a breath and curls an arm under his head, a fist mangling one of the feather pillow. "Habits?" He licks his lower lip, his cock standing stiffly away from his belly. "What bad habits?"
Harry stretches his hand so that his thumb rubs the base of Orlando's cock. "Oh, I don't know, like falling in with the wrong people, getting mixed up in kinky sex and all."
"Nngh..." One heel slides on the sheet as Orlando curls his hips up, tumbling from pleasantly distracted to wanton. Until Harry's words register and he goes very still. "Kinky how?" The question creeping out as a whisper.
There's something in the whisper that makes Harry stop, looking directly at Orlando. "How much have you done? What do you consider the kinkiest thing?"
Orlando stares at him. "Well,” he licks his lips, “I was tied up once."
"Tied up." Harry smiles, mostly at the image he's having of Orlando laced with scarves against the headboard. "Did you like it?"
"Fuck yeah," Orlando says, breathless at the memory. "I'd never come that hard before."
"Remind me to tie you up. I could use scarves, and you have to stay still so you don't untie them. Or maybe cuffs, and you can't get out." Harry goes back to slowly stroking Orlando's balls and cock, pulling the foreskin back. "Then we could try spanking. Bad boys like that."
Orlando's body responds before his brain can process Harry's words. His cock twitches hard in Harry's hand, precome dripping over the crown. He swallows hard. "I think," he says, shuddering with lust, "I think I could be very, very bad."
"I don't doubt that," Harry whispers, sliding down Orlando's body until his lips are pressed against that dripping cock, kissing its crown and licking over the moisture. "Spank you till you're a brilliant sunrise pink, then fuck you."
"Oh, God." Orlando mangles another pillow, not yet able to control the pre-orgasmic pulse of his hips. "Harry, I...fuck. I want," The words stick, a moan that turns into a whimper with the next lick.
"You want what, Orlando. A boy should always be able to articulate his needs." Harry sucks on the head, just that much.
"That, your mouth, sucking just there." The words tumble over one another as Orlando lifts his head to watch. He lasts all of two seconds before his head thumps back on the pillow.
"Like this?" Harry blows over the skin, a cool whisper. "I could do this for hours, Orlando, keep you on edge."
Orlando swallows hard, eyes wide and chest flushed. But his cock trembles and darkens and bubbles another thin, clear line. He blushes and turns his cheek against the pillow, hands restless against the sheets. "Why does you just saying that make me so hard?"
"Don't turn away, Orlando. Look at me, tell me what you want." Harry kisses the head again.
Orlando shudders. "I want all of that," his voice shaking even as he arches up, seeking more contact, "keeping me on edge and tying me up.” His voice drops to a whisper. “And the spanking.” His laugh is ragged. “And I don't. But it's not that I don't, it just scares me. In a good way, if that even makes sense."
"You'll get it all, Orlando. I promise. For now, though," Harry whispers, "just concentrate on coming." He goes back to sucking, letting Orlando's cock caress the back of his throat.
Orlando's breath hitches, fingers finding Harry's hair. "Fuck, please, I want." He groans and his thighs clench as he comes, sharp and sooner than he'd thought. "That too," he says, shuddering through the aftermath, still lifting towards Harry's mouth, even when it starts to hurt.
Harry holds still, swallowing all Orlando can give him, and only when his lover's finished, shivering from the release, Harry pulls back, licking Orlando clean and crawling up his body. "Don't hit me, but I love you," he whispers, giving Orlando a kiss, a quick taste of himself.
Orlando loops his arms around Harry's neck. "Why would I hit you?" He blinks. "You love me?" His smile gets sappy. "Really?"
"Because," Harry starts, realizing what he just said, "yeah, I do. And you'd hit me because it's too soon to fall in love, and I'm too old for you and a host of other reasons."
"Alright." Orlando nudges Harry onto his side and kisses his neck. "It's too soon to fall in love," mouth moving down his chest as he coaxes Harry onto his back, "and you're too old for me," slithering a little as his hips work down between Harry's thighs, then knees.
Framing Harry's cock with his fingers, Orlando looks up the length of Harry's body, his smile giddy, and a little wicked. "And lots of other reasons." He mimics the first slide of Harry's hand, up his leg, under his balls, stroking them lightly
"Fast learner," Harry says, leaning his head back into the pillow, letting Orlando have at him. "So, all those reasons don't matter, I guess."
Orlando moves down, brow creased in concentration as his fingertips find Harry's perineum and delicately prod the soft skin. "Not really," biting his lower lip as he rubs lightly at Harry's hole, looking up the length of his body for a reaction, "not to me."
Harry's impressed with Orlando's touches, each one hitting the perfect spot. "Want your mouth on me, Orlando."
The directness makes Orlando pause. But what surprises him more is how eagerly he responds. "Yes, Harry," he murmurs and settles easily between Harry's thighs, fingers holding Harry's cock steady. He points his tongue and flicks it back and forth over the ridge under the head. Settling in. This, he's comfortable with - something he knows his way around.
Oh, it's good. Orlando does know what to do with his mouth. He's perfect, in more ways than one. "Love how you do that, Orlando, drive me insane," Harry says.
Orlando flushes with pleasure at the very thought of driving Harry insane. He lowers his mouth, delicately scraping his teeth over the head -- I do best a bit rough... -- and begins to suck, worrying incisors over the ridge of skin, and taking Harry's cock even deeper.
Harry's hand is in Orlando's hair, and there's a wish that it were longer, long enough to grip and twist and ... Harry, you're getting ahead of yourself ... "That's good, boy. Don't hold back."
The encouragement sends a fresh pulse of blood between Orlando's thighs and he groans in agreement, taking Harry's cock abruptly deep, swallowing hard before pulling back to the tip, nipping the head, then swallowing him again, teeth dragging with more intent down the length.
Fuck holding out. Harry's too caught up in Orlando's marvelous technique to pay attention to slowing down. He comes after a half dozen nips, cock pulsing in Orlando's throat. "Come up here, you," he growls, "want to hold you."
Orlando looks up from licking, tongue cleaning come from the corners of his lips. "I'm headed that direction." His voice husky. He crawls up Harry's body, finding the tuck and curve of limbs that fit naked and perfectly together, his mouth hovering near Harry's lips. "Can I kiss you? After?" His whisper uncertain.
"I'd be offended if you didn't," Harry says, pulling Orlando up and kissing him first, hard and deep, tasting himself mingled with the sweetness of Orlando's mouth.
Knees gone to jelly with the kiss, a small part of Orlando's brain is grateful he's already lying down. He mimics the lick and turn of Harry's mouth, following the kiss with a quick breath and a soft moan before starting it all over again. He kisses Harry hard and deep, tasting himself, and the dark, addictive flavor of Harry.
Continue to Chapter 6
Pairing: Harry Sinclair (written by lunasv)/ Orlando Bloom (written by deleerium)
Type: LOTR RPS
Rating: R
Summary: Lounging around leads to revealing conversations.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
There's no word for it but sprawled. Orlando rolls his head against the arm of the overstuffed chair, a bare foot dangling towards the floor, a book abandoned in his lap. He's raided Harry's closet again, the jeans borrowed, the long sleeved shirt surrounding him in Harry's scent.
He tucks an arm behind his head and glances at Harry. "Have you ever been married?"
The broken silence surprises Harry more than the question, Orlando's odd sense of timing becoming perfectly normal. "Uh, no," he says, looking away from the shelf of books he's rearranging, adding a quick disclaimer, "never found the right guy. Plus my parents divorced, so I don't have the best role models for happily ever after."
"Mine too." Orlando tucks away the unmarried factoid, adding to the jumbled poetry in his head about Harry. He picks the book up again, fingers skimming the lines of text, the bare foot swaying back and forth.
"You want to get married? Find the right girl and all that?" It's as random a question as Orlando asked, but Harry's curious.
"To a girl?" Orlando's nose wrinkles on the last word. "I haven't thought that far ahead." He sets the book down, fingers plucking at the cover. "I suppose I'll get married some day, but I can't imagine being, you know," he waves a hand around distractedly, "I like girls alright, but most of them make me nervous. Like they're expecting me to do something, only I don't know what it is I should be doing, and invariably I get it wrong."
"Like being forever 15 and on that first date," Harry chuckles. "I know what you mean. Never felt like it worked with a girl."
"Yeah." Orlando flicks a page back and forth, his brow creased. "I mean, girls are cool, and some of them even smell nice, but," he rubs his hand over his heart, then drops it and clears his throat, "men are hot." Hoping his blush isn't as bright as it feels.
"And you sizzle. Gorgeous, smart, and you can carry on a conversation." Harry settles onto the ledge beside the chair, peering over Orlando at the book. "Are you reading? Or skimming?"
Orlando's foot stops swinging and he sends another look towards Harry. "Bit of both." He backs up a page, fingers rubbing at the immovable text. "The first time through is always slow. And I get impatient."
"If it's easier, I can leave you alone." Harry leans over, kisses Orlando's temple.
Orlando's eyes drift shut. "Mm." He opens them again and pushes up, leaning over the chair arm to brush his lips against Harry's. "You're no bother." Only mouths touching across the empty space. The book slides off his thigh to the floor.
"And you're losing your place," Harry whispers, returning the kiss with a bit more intention.
Orlando's hands tighten on the edge of the chair and he leans out into space. "I know where I am. 'Death pale, the poet spoke: Now let us go into the blind world waiting here below us." He tugs gently on Harry's lower lip with his teeth. "You will lead the way and I shall follow'."
Harry's breath catches, his mind tracking Orlando's soft words. "I could lead you to bed and spend all day kissing you while you read."
Orlando blinks, then shimmies off the chair and onto Harry's knees. "Okay." Cheeks flushed, brown eyes gone to black at the thought. "Everywhere?" The question barely whispered.
"Everywhere," Harry says, kissing Orlando's lips again, then his cheek and neck. "I wouldn't miss a spot."
Orlando shivers, one arm curling over Harry's shoulder. "That would work best without any clothes, I guess." His smile caught between mischief and desire as he mimics Harry's kisses, touching first his cheek, then throat.
"I'll undress you first," Harry smiles, "slowly, with just as many kisses.
"Good thing I'm not wearing much." Orlando rescues his book with an awkward sweep of his arm and slides off Harry's lap. He catches his hand, tugging gently, too fascinated by the whole experience to hide how easily he's been seduced. "Bed?"
Harry stands, lets himself be tugged along. That's becoming the cycle of his life, being pulled into a new life with Orlando. A beautiful, delicious life. "Yeah, bed," he murmurs, nudging Orlando against the wall a ways down the wall, just long enough for a kiss. "I'm going to call Peter, tell him you need a week off, just to rest."
Orlando's book slips to the ends of his fingers as he gets pulled into the kiss. He catches Harry's kiss with a sound of pleasure in the back of his throat, and resurfaces with a slow, dazed blink. "I'd do pretty much anything for a whole week off." Winding an arm around Harry's neck to pull him in for another kiss, this one laced with intent, underpinned by a full-bodied fascination with Harry.
"Anything? Rather daring, sweet boy," Harry says, letting go of Orlando's hand and walking backward down the hall. "You never know what I'd ask."
Orlando hesitates before peeling himself off the wall, compelled to follow despite -- or because of -- the tiny tang of fear in the back of his throat. There's something new in Harry's gaze. Something dark. "What would you ask?"
"To take you so far into yourself that you forget all you ever were." Harry's smile is quirked, not yet sinister but hinting at a deeper edge. "How far would you trust me, Orlando?"
Orlando pauses, but his body leans towards Harry. "I trust you," he murmurs, and takes a step forward, and then another. A blend of curious longing and fascination tempering the fear. "I trust you to find me again."
"Then come with me," Harry says, pulling Orlando closer and walking them both backwards down the hall. "Promise not to lose you."
"Harry," Orlando whispers as he's led into the bedroom. "Just so you know," he clears his throat, shifting the forgotten book from one hand to another. "I'm not really sure I know what I just agreed to."
Harry takes the book and lays it on the table inside the bedroom door. "Nothing you don't want, Orlando," he whispers against his lover's lips, kissing him softly. "For now, it's getting naked and crawling into bed and lots of kisses."
Orlando's smile flashes bright against the kiss. "Okay," he says, and tugs on the tails of his shirt. "Should I get me naked or will you?"
"Yes, you should. Get naked," he says, leaning against the bed's edge. "I'll watch."
Fingertips walking his shirt buttons, Orlando tilts his head, studying Harry as he starts on the lowest. Watching as intently as he's being examined. He peels apart the fabric, baring the smooth skin of his lower belly, Harry's jeans hanging precariously low on his hips. Working his way methodically up the shirt, he's hard by the time he pushes the fabric apart, hanging it on the edges of his shoulders. "I'm hard," his breath unsteady, his voice uncertain "and you haven't even touched me."
Harry laughs, the erection obvious. "Want to see how long you can stay that way?
Both of Orlando's eyebrows climb straight up, and his insides leap a little in fear. This is a game he hasn't played before, but it makes a dark spot spread on the borrowed denim near his crotch. "I don't know." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trusting his body's reaction, and Harry. "I don't know how long I can stay this way." Fingers dropping carefully to the buttons on his jeans. "But, yes, if you want to see."
"You're young. You can last forever," Harry says, stripping himself and sliding back onto the bed. "Or pretty damn close."
Sliding the jeans over his hips, Orlando's eyebrows go up again. "Forever?" The word spilling out with more squeak than he intended.
Harry chuckles. "We can start with an hour, and we'll build up to 'forever'," he says, taking Orlando's hand when the jeans hit the floor. "Right now, I just want to be in bed with you."
Gangling naked, Orlando follows the tug of Harry's hand into the cool sheet, the awkwardness fading the moment skin touches skin. "I could do that. Forever in bed with you." Rubbing cheek and arm and chest against Harry.
"I'm starting to love being in bed with you. It's addictive." Harry slides his hand up Orlando's leg, under his balls, stroking them lightly.
Orlando makes a wordless sound and arches, thighs sliding apart on the sheets. "You're addictive," he whispers, and bites his lower lip as his cock responds to Harry's touch.
"Good addiction, I hope. Wouldn't want you getting into bad habits," Harry murmurs, his mind distracted by the reactions of Orlando's body, rubbing a fingertip along the perineum, back over that tight hole, "well, not unless they're my bad habits."
Orlando sucks in a breath and curls an arm under his head, a fist mangling one of the feather pillow. "Habits?" He licks his lower lip, his cock standing stiffly away from his belly. "What bad habits?"
Harry stretches his hand so that his thumb rubs the base of Orlando's cock. "Oh, I don't know, like falling in with the wrong people, getting mixed up in kinky sex and all."
"Nngh..." One heel slides on the sheet as Orlando curls his hips up, tumbling from pleasantly distracted to wanton. Until Harry's words register and he goes very still. "Kinky how?" The question creeping out as a whisper.
There's something in the whisper that makes Harry stop, looking directly at Orlando. "How much have you done? What do you consider the kinkiest thing?"
Orlando stares at him. "Well,” he licks his lips, “I was tied up once."
"Tied up." Harry smiles, mostly at the image he's having of Orlando laced with scarves against the headboard. "Did you like it?"
"Fuck yeah," Orlando says, breathless at the memory. "I'd never come that hard before."
"Remind me to tie you up. I could use scarves, and you have to stay still so you don't untie them. Or maybe cuffs, and you can't get out." Harry goes back to slowly stroking Orlando's balls and cock, pulling the foreskin back. "Then we could try spanking. Bad boys like that."
Orlando's body responds before his brain can process Harry's words. His cock twitches hard in Harry's hand, precome dripping over the crown. He swallows hard. "I think," he says, shuddering with lust, "I think I could be very, very bad."
"I don't doubt that," Harry whispers, sliding down Orlando's body until his lips are pressed against that dripping cock, kissing its crown and licking over the moisture. "Spank you till you're a brilliant sunrise pink, then fuck you."
"Oh, God." Orlando mangles another pillow, not yet able to control the pre-orgasmic pulse of his hips. "Harry, I...fuck. I want," The words stick, a moan that turns into a whimper with the next lick.
"You want what, Orlando. A boy should always be able to articulate his needs." Harry sucks on the head, just that much.
"That, your mouth, sucking just there." The words tumble over one another as Orlando lifts his head to watch. He lasts all of two seconds before his head thumps back on the pillow.
"Like this?" Harry blows over the skin, a cool whisper. "I could do this for hours, Orlando, keep you on edge."
Orlando swallows hard, eyes wide and chest flushed. But his cock trembles and darkens and bubbles another thin, clear line. He blushes and turns his cheek against the pillow, hands restless against the sheets. "Why does you just saying that make me so hard?"
"Don't turn away, Orlando. Look at me, tell me what you want." Harry kisses the head again.
Orlando shudders. "I want all of that," his voice shaking even as he arches up, seeking more contact, "keeping me on edge and tying me up.” His voice drops to a whisper. “And the spanking.” His laugh is ragged. “And I don't. But it's not that I don't, it just scares me. In a good way, if that even makes sense."
"You'll get it all, Orlando. I promise. For now, though," Harry whispers, "just concentrate on coming." He goes back to sucking, letting Orlando's cock caress the back of his throat.
Orlando's breath hitches, fingers finding Harry's hair. "Fuck, please, I want." He groans and his thighs clench as he comes, sharp and sooner than he'd thought. "That too," he says, shuddering through the aftermath, still lifting towards Harry's mouth, even when it starts to hurt.
Harry holds still, swallowing all Orlando can give him, and only when his lover's finished, shivering from the release, Harry pulls back, licking Orlando clean and crawling up his body. "Don't hit me, but I love you," he whispers, giving Orlando a kiss, a quick taste of himself.
Orlando loops his arms around Harry's neck. "Why would I hit you?" He blinks. "You love me?" His smile gets sappy. "Really?"
"Because," Harry starts, realizing what he just said, "yeah, I do. And you'd hit me because it's too soon to fall in love, and I'm too old for you and a host of other reasons."
"Alright." Orlando nudges Harry onto his side and kisses his neck. "It's too soon to fall in love," mouth moving down his chest as he coaxes Harry onto his back, "and you're too old for me," slithering a little as his hips work down between Harry's thighs, then knees.
Framing Harry's cock with his fingers, Orlando looks up the length of Harry's body, his smile giddy, and a little wicked. "And lots of other reasons." He mimics the first slide of Harry's hand, up his leg, under his balls, stroking them lightly
"Fast learner," Harry says, leaning his head back into the pillow, letting Orlando have at him. "So, all those reasons don't matter, I guess."
Orlando moves down, brow creased in concentration as his fingertips find Harry's perineum and delicately prod the soft skin. "Not really," biting his lower lip as he rubs lightly at Harry's hole, looking up the length of his body for a reaction, "not to me."
Harry's impressed with Orlando's touches, each one hitting the perfect spot. "Want your mouth on me, Orlando."
The directness makes Orlando pause. But what surprises him more is how eagerly he responds. "Yes, Harry," he murmurs and settles easily between Harry's thighs, fingers holding Harry's cock steady. He points his tongue and flicks it back and forth over the ridge under the head. Settling in. This, he's comfortable with - something he knows his way around.
Oh, it's good. Orlando does know what to do with his mouth. He's perfect, in more ways than one. "Love how you do that, Orlando, drive me insane," Harry says.
Orlando flushes with pleasure at the very thought of driving Harry insane. He lowers his mouth, delicately scraping his teeth over the head -- I do best a bit rough... -- and begins to suck, worrying incisors over the ridge of skin, and taking Harry's cock even deeper.
Harry's hand is in Orlando's hair, and there's a wish that it were longer, long enough to grip and twist and ... Harry, you're getting ahead of yourself ... "That's good, boy. Don't hold back."
The encouragement sends a fresh pulse of blood between Orlando's thighs and he groans in agreement, taking Harry's cock abruptly deep, swallowing hard before pulling back to the tip, nipping the head, then swallowing him again, teeth dragging with more intent down the length.
Fuck holding out. Harry's too caught up in Orlando's marvelous technique to pay attention to slowing down. He comes after a half dozen nips, cock pulsing in Orlando's throat. "Come up here, you," he growls, "want to hold you."
Orlando looks up from licking, tongue cleaning come from the corners of his lips. "I'm headed that direction." His voice husky. He crawls up Harry's body, finding the tuck and curve of limbs that fit naked and perfectly together, his mouth hovering near Harry's lips. "Can I kiss you? After?" His whisper uncertain.
"I'd be offended if you didn't," Harry says, pulling Orlando up and kissing him first, hard and deep, tasting himself mingled with the sweetness of Orlando's mouth.
Knees gone to jelly with the kiss, a small part of Orlando's brain is grateful he's already lying down. He mimics the lick and turn of Harry's mouth, following the kiss with a quick breath and a soft moan before starting it all over again. He kisses Harry hard and deep, tasting himself, and the dark, addictive flavor of Harry.
Continue to Chapter 6