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 broke away and looked deep into Camulus' eyes, and nodded, liking what he saw, "You know," he growled, kissing him hungrily again, "Nevermind."

Kissing was better.

[godinakilt]

"Good," Camulus growled, burying his hands in Orlin's hair as he kissed him again, his tongue slipping out to taste him deeply.

[btw_newtoaster]

Orlin slipped one hand down to run his fingers over Camulus bum.

Bum!

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum.

[godinakilt]

Camulus actually laughed against his lips. "You have an unhealthy obsession with my backside," he growled, his hands finding their way underneath Orlin's clothes.

[btw_newtoaster]

" 'm not the only one," Orlin mumbled through kisses and the losing of clothing.

[godinakilt]

Camulus didn't reply. He was too busy stripping Orlin in between furious kisses. He trusted that Orlin remembered how to get rid of the kilt.

[btw_newtoaster]

He did. The kilt didnt stand a chance, it ended up on the floor along with the last of his own clothing.

[godinakilt]

Camulus grinned swiftly. His hands roamed over Orlin's body, pulling him tight against him, their hips grinding together.