Camulus's room, Sunday evening

[godinakilt]

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]

He paused and couldn't help but flash his ever present grin at Camulus.

"I don't know what it is, but I'd argue we're doing it rather well. What'll it be? To continue or pass on to lesser desserts?"

[godinakilt]

Camulus growled. "If it'll wipe that insufferable grin off your face . . ." He grabbed Orlin by the belt buckle and hauled him across the apartment towards his bedroom.

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin just laughed, and allowed himself to be pulled the room, allowing his hand to reach over and drift slowly down Camulus' spine and stray all the way down to his bum.

It really was a very nice bum.

[godinakilt]

Bum bum bum . . .

Camulus shivered at the touch, almost throwing Orlin to the bed when they finally reached it.

[btw_newtoaster]

He laughed, yanking Camulus down with him and rolling so that he was trapped beneath him, for the time being. He had no illusions that he'd be allowed to hold the power for very long as he started to kiss, lick and nibble his way down his body.

[godinakilt]

Camulus moaned, writhing against Orlin's mouth, content to stay right where he was as long as that mouth kept moving.

[btw_newtoaster]

Honestly, did he ever really stop moving that mouth of his? By all accounts so far, he was a rather... oral person.

[godinakilt]

But Camulus much preferred his mouth to be moving without making any sounds - unless those sounds were moans, groans, whimpers, or, better yet, Camulus's name.

[btw_newtoaster]

He moved down to his nipples, twisting and nibbling them alterately, punctuted by random sucks that made Orlin grin everytime Camulus gasped.

[godinakilt]

Camulus buried his hand in Orlin's hair, the other raking across his back as he ground up against him, growling encouragement.

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin did as asked, enjoying it immensly. And then,out of nowhere, he had this immense desire to wiggle. There he was, laying half on, half off a fully naked man, and he wanted to wiggle. Lord help him. There was only one recourse.

He wiggled.

[godinakilt]

Camulus groaned. "What the -" another groan "- hell are you doing?"

[btw_newtoaster]

"Wiggling, what's it feel like?"

[godinakilt]

Camulus growled, rolling them so that he was pinning Orlin to the bed. His hands ran the length of Orlin's body, hard and demanding as his kisses and as . . . other parts of him.

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin gasped, then pressed his body up against Camulus, his back arching, demanding more contact.

[godinakilt]

Camulus lifted his hips enough to tug at Orlin's jeans, having enough of this being the only naked one thing.