Camulus's room, Friday night

[godinakilt]

Camulus silently held the door open for Orlin, his face blank of emotion. If Orlin did it to him again . . . he wouldn't be able to cope.

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[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin prowled around for a moment then turned to give Camulus his drop dead sexy smile.

"So..."

[godinakilt]

Camulus growled and held out a hand commandingly. "Kiss me."

[btw_newtoaster]

He sauntered slowly closer, then brushed his lips softly against Camulus', teasing him with the near contact, but not giving him what he wanted at all.

Then suddenly, he swooped down and was devouring his lips.

[godinakilt]

Camulus enfolded him tightly in his arms, crushing them together as bruisingly as he crushed their lips together, kissing him with all the hunger and frustration of the last few weeks.

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin grinned back, and then pushed Camulus into his room, kicking the door shut behind him before pouncing on the man.

He needed him, this, and though he wasn't sure why, nothing was going to stop him this time.

[godinakilt]

With a rough laugh, Camulus tumbled them both down on the barely slept-in bed; the sarcophagus in the corner got more action when it came to that. His hands were on Orlin again, demanding and needy as his lips.

[btw_newtoaster]

He was the same, lips harsh and demanding, hands groping, kneading, pulling him closer, and of course, wiggling. Orlin likes wiggling, And from the growls he's hearing, Camulus does too.

[godinakilt]

Wiggling is Camulus's new favourite thing ever. His hips tried to pin Orlin's to the bed, their lengths sliding along each other, making him groan.