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]

"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]

Orlin took his free hand, and helped Camulus unbutton his pants. And moaned slightly when Camulus inserted said hand into boxers and grasped his lower anatomy.

He bit Camulus throat, adding a tounge motion to it. If left to this for long, there would be a nice hicky there very, very soon.

[godinakilt]

Camulus went along with the motion passively. He wondered briefly if it was the drugs Orlin had given him that was making him feel so . . . odd. Eh, oh well. Whatever Orlin was doing to him he was thoroughly enjoyable, so he moaned to let him know that, arching into him as his fingers fumbled over Orlin's lower anatomy.

[ascended_being]

Orlin moved slightly, and then pushed Camulus down unto the bed, so he was no longer sitting, but laying on the bed, squishing several papers as he fell to the mattress.

He shimmied out of his pants, then continued to where he had left off seconds before.

[godinakilt]

Hey, those were his notes! He had been working on stuff here! Suddenly Camulus wasn't feeling so groovy. He was feeling a bit irate now. With a snarl, Camulus sat up and grabbed Orlin by the throat in one swift movement, pushing him backwards off the bed. He scooped the papers up into a fairly neat sheaf and set them down atop a stack of books beside the bad before crawling over to the edge of the bed and growling down at Orlin, "Get back up here."

[ascended_being]

Orlin blinked, then quickly scrambled back up, forcefully tipping Camulus back over. "I don't think I like being pushed off the bed." He snarled, lightly biting Camulus lower lip, his left hand slowly travelling lower once again.

[godinakilt]

"You crushed my notes," Camulus snarled, flipping them over, grabbing Orlin's hands and pinning them above his head, kissing him forcefully, almost angrily.

[ascended_being]

"Actually luv, I think it was you that crushed them." He drawled, allowing himself to be pinned. And enjoying it immensly. As his lower anatomy showed.

[godinakilt]

"It was entirely your fault," Camulus ground out, attacking Orlin's neck viciously, nipping and sucking, grinding their hips together roughly.

[ascended_being]

Orlin moaned, and lay there helpless, hands trapped above his head. "I think it was your body crushing them," Orlin pointed out, his neck thouroghly exposed to Camulus mouth. His back arching and his hips thrusting against Camulus.

[godinakilt]

"Still." Nip. "Your." Lick. "Fault." Suck. That was going to be a nice not-so-little hickie. He shifted his grip so that both Orlin's wrists were trapped in one of his hands, using the other to reach down and lift Orlin's hips, exposing his ass and running his hand between the soft globes of flesh to his puckered entrance.

[ascended_being]

Orlin arched and moaned, "Not mine," he breathed, "Yours, honest," he moaned as Camulus hand found him.

[godinakilt]

Camulus silenced him with a rough kiss, releasing his hands entirely as he groped for the bedside table. "I hope," kiss, growl, kiss, "you didn't," nip, "rearrange," kiss, lick, "everything." He found what he was looking for with a triumphant growl.