The kit, for his part, was having a good day. Sure, he'd gone three weeks without making a dime when his savings had long since run out, and he'd barely scraped together enough in a weekend to make rent. But he didn't care so much right now. Mostly because right now the was going to get to see a certain foxy gentlemen he could never get enough of.
Rat-a-tat-tat on the door, followed by a faux-British-accented " 'Ellooo? Burglar, sir." Somebody had been getting into Simon's Monty Python lately.
Pajama'd legs toddle over to the door with a hand against the wall. Oh, what a good way to start his evening. Smiling wide, Cameron quietly chuckles to the barely open sliver in the door. "You're not selling encyclopedia's, are you?"
"Nope, just here to steal a few things." The boy leans against the door and grins, poking a bit of tongue out at his friend as is his habit. Those long-fingered hands paw at the door. "Lemme in. lemme in, I wanna see," he whines playfully. Boy is excited about the new homestead.
Grooooan. "It looks awful, ducky." Says He, the prissy priest. Clearly he's not for being humble.
The door opens and a hand extends to hook and tug the boy inward by his belt loops. Inside is... waterstained and in dire need of some good ol' sprucing. "Ta da." Aaand it's back to the pile of crumpled newsprint and his bottle of merlot.
"Not much. But it'll do me quite well for starters." Plus the room next door is paid, as well. Another fake wall is in order.
Yeah, you go right on ahead and lean back like that. Mr. Slightly Inebriated will just trap you between his arms before sliding over you. Cameron straddles over thighs, and breaks the kiss long enough to nudge and nuzzle the end of his nose to the boy's cheek and jawline, drawing small plush pecks in his path.
Unruly strands of blond drape down over his face to softly glide along Lawrence's skin, face sparsely decorated in the man's bangs. His lips part from the final point along the boy's jawline, nestled just below the ear, and smiles. "Stay the night?"
The boy's breath slows under those kisses, coming in long, warm exhales against his love's skin. But it catches with that question. That lovely question. His smile is content nearly to the point of purring, but breaks into a millisecond's grin here and there, as if afraid to be as happy as he feels. A pause, while those inquisitive greens try to sift hope from reality.
"- I don't wanna sully your reputation here already..." he murmurs, fingers finding their way to Cameron's knees and sliding into the sensitive hollow behind them. But those eyes keep searching, tentative - Are you offering or just teasing, mister?
The man smiles, wide, but shallow. The curve fades with his thoughts, soon to be only a minor shadow of a smirk across his lips. A kiss lands on flesh, growing softer and more tender with every touch back down. He speaks, but the line of words breaks apart to let each kiss make contact. "Lawrence, I don't think I'm anywhere close to being capable of keeping up with that kind of life."
And this is where the man leans back up, hovering over his friend to let his gentle blue eyes fall on a wanting money green gaze. "Some men were meant to walk close to Him, doing His work. I am not one of those men." He never could be.
Those soft, careful kisses are at once distracting and grounding. Like turning a tuner on the boy's focus just so, so he can hear every tone and timber of every word. And every one brings confidence to his wavering smile.
"You're sure? 'Cause I don't think this is one of those things you can take back - 'oops, accidentally fucked a friend silly,' y'know?" he rattles out, eyes darting down, away, flitting around. But they keep coming back, keep catching those true blues with a look that promises to kiss the man breathless in five... four... three...
Oh, to hell with two or one. Thin fingers come up to brush the man's jaw, the boy pushing himself up enough to catch those eloquent lips. Smiling, pushing all his withheld joy out and offering it to the man through that locking of lips. No more talking, no more questioning, no more over-thinking every little thing. No more boundaries; the boy is in his element and thrilled at the opportunity to show Cameron everything he can do in it.
heh heh yyyeeeessss. Cameron's grin broadens to the sound of his own name. No, he's not after the feeling his name brings when uttered by that of another, but to the tone of the used voice. Want, the boy's lips utter. Please, they beg. It's enough to drive the man mad with hunger.
He'll nip and kiss the newly bared skin inside the hole, edging his lips softly against the pink remains of his teasing. His lips may be serving the flesh of a thigh, but his eyes so bedroom-lusty are demanded above. Breath and actions slow into a sluggish creep as he views the captivating fingers and their chewing captors. Down along the skin-- nip to the thigh, again --oh goodness...
The man's brain flatlines for a moment over the watch of the one patch of beckoning skin. That one? asks his lifted brows; silently grins his flushed lips. Oh, yes. That one
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Ohgod. The press of a warm mouth is more than maddening - like flicking all of his switches halfway towards on and stopping, oscillating back and forth. His breath quickens, coming in a light pant that hitches with the touch of teeth and tongue to his fingertips. What that perfect mouth could do...
The tightening of threads around his thigh plucks all the right nerves as well, the fabric pulled and loosened suddenly under the blade. "Ahn..." he whimpers, long legs tensing from that spot to the tips of his arching toes. Oh yes, that feels nice. Teeth capture his lip in an attempt not to beg aloud. Lord knows how long that will last.
Trembling fingers travel higher, pawing at the loose threads of the next rip. Here, here, please here, they plead in a near-frantic dance across the opening. The teen's skin is alive and needs freedom, if only for a few inches.
This one, you ask? This one, right here? Happy to oblige in every way, Cameron's blade draws higher. The tip and edge dive just below the surface of the frayed fibers, slowly smoothing against the skin. Here, he waits, keeping from going into the plunge before his own desires are fulfilled. And right now, he wants nothing more than to taste the boy's skin.
Lips graze against the skin inside the newly opened hole. He kisses, soft and warm, the circle of skin. Nnnh... Fitting the shape of the tear, those lips press, sealing over the one tiny spot. The wet of his tongue washes over the patch in a single swipe, tasting. The man draws the skin up, sucking just enough to bring the skin closer to his tongue. And again. And again. He's not stopping until there's a small red mark. He'll move up to the next ready hole once that's over. Until then, boy is just going to have to wait for more knifework.
Yours is not a patient boy, Cameron. Not in the least. Denied everything else, certainly, but within the realm of bodily pleasures Lawrence has always been offered more than he could stomach. This particular man he could swallow whole and not have his fill - and then to be hovering at hardly more than a taste... The boy curses under his breath.
He struggles to stay still, tries so hard... but as other parts of him are having a similarly-described problem just now, squirming is overdue. A slight rotation the hips, the tightening of muscles beneath the skin's surface under those lips, and those wandering fingers pull back across the fabric. Click... click... over the button, his hand settling just above his own waistline. He could just slip down and help... - but no. Arrrg, sir. His touch may grow desperate and shifting, but Lawrence has just enough tenuous pride to keep those fingers in line. Hardly knowing how to wait through such desire, he holds back, if only just.
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Rat-a-tat-tat on the door, followed by a faux-British-accented " 'Ellooo? Burglar, sir." Somebody had been getting into Simon's Monty Python lately.
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The door opens and a hand extends to hook and tug the boy inward by his belt loops. Inside is... waterstained and in dire need of some good ol' sprucing. "Ta da." Aaand it's back to the pile of crumpled newsprint and his bottle of merlot.
"Not much. But it'll do me quite well for starters." Plus the room next door is paid, as well. Another fake wall is in order.
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Unruly strands of blond drape down over his face to softly glide along Lawrence's skin, face sparsely decorated in the man's bangs. His lips part from the final point along the boy's jawline, nestled just below the ear, and smiles. "Stay the night?"
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"- I don't wanna sully your reputation here already..." he murmurs, fingers finding their way to Cameron's knees and sliding into the sensitive hollow behind them. But those eyes keep searching, tentative - Are you offering or just teasing, mister?
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And this is where the man leans back up, hovering over his friend to let his gentle blue eyes fall on a wanting money green gaze. "Some men were meant to walk close to Him, doing His work. I am not one of those men." He never could be.
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"You're sure? 'Cause I don't think this is one of those things you can take back - 'oops, accidentally fucked a friend silly,' y'know?" he rattles out, eyes darting down, away, flitting around. But they keep coming back, keep catching those true blues with a look that promises to kiss the man breathless in five... four... three...
Oh, to hell with two or one. Thin fingers come up to brush the man's jaw, the boy pushing himself up enough to catch those eloquent lips. Smiling, pushing all his withheld joy out and offering it to the man through that locking of lips. No more talking, no more questioning, no more over-thinking every little thing. No more boundaries; the boy is in his element and thrilled at the opportunity to show Cameron everything he can do in it.
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He'll nip and kiss the newly bared skin inside the hole, edging his lips softly against the pink remains of his teasing. His lips may be serving the flesh of a thigh, but his eyes so bedroom-lusty are demanded above. Breath and actions slow into a sluggish creep as he views the captivating fingers and their chewing captors. Down along the skin-- nip to the thigh, again --oh goodness...
The man's brain flatlines for a moment over the watch of the one patch of beckoning skin. That one? asks his lifted brows; silently grins his flushed lips. Oh, yes. That one ( ... )
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The tightening of threads around his thigh plucks all the right nerves as well, the fabric pulled and loosened suddenly under the blade. "Ahn..." he whimpers, long legs tensing from that spot to the tips of his arching toes. Oh yes, that feels nice. Teeth capture his lip in an attempt not to beg aloud. Lord knows how long that will last.
Trembling fingers travel higher, pawing at the loose threads of the next rip. Here, here, please here, they plead in a near-frantic dance across the opening. The teen's skin is alive and needs freedom, if only for a few inches.
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Lips graze against the skin inside the newly opened hole. He kisses, soft and warm, the circle of skin. Nnnh... Fitting the shape of the tear, those lips press, sealing over the one tiny spot. The wet of his tongue washes over the patch in a single swipe, tasting. The man draws the skin up, sucking just enough to bring the skin closer to his tongue. And again. And again. He's not stopping until there's a small red mark. He'll move up to the next ready hole once that's over. Until then, boy is just going to have to wait for more knifework.
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He struggles to stay still, tries so hard... but as other parts of him are having a similarly-described problem just now, squirming is overdue. A slight rotation the hips, the tightening of muscles beneath the skin's surface under those lips, and those wandering fingers pull back across the fabric. Click... click... over the button, his hand settling just above his own waistline. He could just slip down and help... - but no. Arrrg, sir. His touch may grow desperate and shifting, but Lawrence has just enough tenuous pride to keep those fingers in line. Hardly knowing how to wait through such desire, he holds back, if only just.
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