Camulus's room, Sunday evening

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Camulus really had no idea how he had managed to get himself into this situation. Making noodles for Orlin, of all people. That irritating little Ancient who knew exactly how to get under his skin. He scowled at the noodles. They didn't even have the good grace to burn so their dinner would be ruined. He glanced at the clock. Five minutes to seven

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[btw_newtoaster]

"Yes.... I like trifle."

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". . . fine." Camulus had had trifle once. And liked it.

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin grinned gleefully, "Excellent. Wonderful. It's delicious."

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Camulus rolled his eyes and stood, collecting the plates and moving to set them in the sink, half-hoping Orlin would follow and annoy just so he could growl at him some more.

No, Camulus didn't try to explain this urge to himself, either.

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin did follow him, nattering the entore way. He wasn't sure why he was being quite so chatty, but it was fun.

[godinakilt]

Camulus endured it with a scowl, finally turning to see if there was still a bottle of wine left in the fridge to find Orlin once again in his way.

In his way and far too close. Almost had him pinned right up the fridge, actually.

Camulus froze.

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Orlin didn't budge, this was... very... unexpected...

"Er..." he began, slowly, licking his slips nervously.

[godinakilt]

Camulus's eyes darted to Orlin's mouth and tongue and quickly back up to meet his eyes. "Orlin," he said roughly, but he had no idea what would come next.

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Orlin looked equally puzzled. It was endearing actually.

"Camulus."

[godinakilt]

"You -" Camulus licked his lips. "You're, um, in my way." He didn't growl it. He sounded rather tentative about it, actually.

[btw_newtoaster]

Now it was his turn as his eyes flicked down to his lips before jerking back up to his eyes.

"Would you like me to move?"

Of course, that meant a smirk touched his lips, and he leaned forwards.

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Camulus stayed perfectly still.

Well, not perfectly still. Truth be told, his left hand was trembling a bit. So was his right, actually. He watched Orlin with wide eyes.

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Orlin leaned forward a little more, a very wicked smirk was definately there.

"Well?" he breathed, what will it be"

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"What are you playing at?" Camulus demanded, his voice a rough whisper. Their lips barely brushed together and Camulus knew he would be lost if they did more than brush.

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"Who says I'm playing?" Orlin questioned, and, fatefully licked his lips. Tounge sweeping out easing over the skin of his lips, and Camulus' at the same time. Eyes widening slightly when he realized what exactly he'd done, he let out an 'oh' of suprise.

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Camulus groaned and before he realised what he was doing, he was pinning Orlin back against him the fridge with his body, his lips pressing against the other man's.