Camulus's Apartment, Saturday evening (NWS - you expected anything else?)

[godinakilt]

After a pleasant morning - pretty much a repeat of the previous morning, except that Orlin had once again leveed a ban on chocolate croissants and wherever he had hid them, Camulus couldn't discover. His day went steadily downhill. While Orlin worked on the sarcophagus, Camulus had collected up his books and notes and retreated to the bedroom,

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[ascended_being]

Orlin came back from his day attempting to find the parts to fix Camulus' bpx of doom. He could hear Camulus thumping around and being irritable in the bedroom.

"Camulus?" He called, as he closed the door behind him. Judging from the sounds he was grumpy, and probably feelin the first bit of withdrawl.

[godinakilt]

"I'm in the bedroom," Camulus called, sounding very irritated. He was rereading the Colloquy of the Old Men, and for some reason Oisin mac Fionn was pissing him off.

[ascended_being]

Orlin couldn't resist, "Excellent, just where I want you." he called back as he made his way to the room.

He leaned against the door frame and looked at the mess Camulus had wrecked upon the room and raised an eyebrow. "Few things, are you ok and I have some news regarding fixing your Box of Doom."

[godinakilt]

"You're certainly cocky, no I'm not, and it's a sarcophagus," Camulus growled. He finally struggled to the end of a sentence, and abruptly flung the book against the far wall. He dropped his head back against the wall and ran a hand through his hair.

[ascended_being]

"Practical but entirely unnecessary at the moment," Camulus replied, still idly tracing patterns on Orlin's back.

Orlin raised his eyebrow, and then quickly, and now expertly , removed Camulus kilt. "Excellent." he said, looking consideringly down at Camulus lower anatomy. "Quite excellent."

[godinakilt]

"Glad you approve," Camulus murmured, bemused, his hand resting lightly on Orlin's still-clothed hips.

[ascended_being]

Orlin tilted his head, still evaluating that, lower anatomy.

Lightly, he began to stroke it with one hand, while moving Camulus' other hand to feel the bulge in his own pants. And then he began to kiss Camulus with great enthusium.

[godinakilt]

Camulus arched into the touch, his head curving back, breaking the kiss and exposing his throat, and he moaned, groping Orlin clumsily. He finally found his fly and forced it floorward, fumbling feverishly for further frottage.

[ascended_being]

"Get back here," Camulus growled, grabbing Orlin and Scathadh in each hand, levering the man back into place and depositing the kitten on the pillow beside his head, stroking her soothingly. She patted his cheek affectionatly with one paw, claws retracted, before curling into a wee little ball. Camulus stroked her one last time before wrapping his arms securely around Orlin.

Orlin squeaked as he was hauled back onto Camulus, but did not protest much, because Camulus was incredibly comfortable and handsome to sleep upon.

"But... movie?" Orlin asked, pretending to pout, and leaning down to kiss Camulus.

[godinakilt]

"If you insist," Camulus grumbled, opening his mouth to the kiss, responding almost lazily. One hand splayed out over Orlin's lower back, stroking softly in small movements.

[ascended_being]

"Insist on what?" Orlin asked, being thouroughly distracted by Camulus kissage. He may have wriggeled.

[godinakilt]

Camulus kinda liked the wriggling. "Nothing at all," he murmured, smirking. He kissed Orlin again, softly, slowly, lingeringly, and very distractiony.