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Twisted Tales of Ylith Presents: Of Boyfriends and Offspring 30A/?
Author: Ylith
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Colin/Orlando
Summary: Colin has a great life…a job he loves and the perfect wonderful sexpot boyfriend. Then One of Colin’s exes gives him a call and asks him to own up on an old promise. Now their bond is really tested as they take on their biggest challenge ever…raising a pre-teen.

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Chapter 30

“Cols…oh god…fuck me…Jesus…”

Colin fisted his cock as he watched himself fuck Orlando at a brutal pace from behind. His breath was caught as his heart pounded, the visual before him stimulating beyond belief. He watched Orlando’s face contort in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth hung open in a constant choked groan. He struggled to cry out as the breath was fucked out of him, Colin’s hands on his shoulders the only things keeping him up.

“Fuck,” Colin grunted, his fist flying over his cock as he watched, his hips bucking where he sat on the bed.

The Irishman’s breath hitch as he felt the tickle that started in his lower belly and spread through his cock and thighs as his orgasm crept up onto him. He stroked a little harder, allowing the slight hurt to push him over the edge. Colin jerked, his entire body tensing as he spilled over his hand. “Oh fuck…”

“What’s going on here?”

Colin looked up to see Orlando standing in the doorway, a folder in one hand and his camera case slung over his other shoulder. The Englishman looked over at him in mock dismay, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “Starting without me, you naughty boy?”

Colin grinned at him, raising his soiled fingers for the other man’s inspection. “You caught me white handed, baby.”

Orlando groaned at the bad joke, his head lolling back as he dropped his camera case, the folder still clutched in his hand. He shuffled to the bed, carefully resting the folder on the nightstand before falling to the bed beside Colin.

“What were you watching?” Orlando asked, looking at the TV, his eyes widening when he recognized himself. “Watching the video, are we?”

Colin grinned at him, leaning forward to peck his lips. “I make a fuckin awesome porn star.”

Orlando smiled with his eyes at the Irishman, taking his soiled hand in his own and examining it. “I can see that,” he said, leaning forward and swiping the flat of his tongue up the other man’s fingers. He kept his eyes locked firm on his lover’s as he made kittenish laps at his cum covered fingers.

“Lucky for me,” Orlando said, his voice straining slightly as he moved to rest between Colin’s legs. “I’ve got rights to the original.”

Colin laughed, threading his fingers through Orlando’s curls as the other man adjusted himself.

“Where’s Daniel?” Orlando asked, pushing Colin’s hands to the bed.

“At Miranda’s shop,” Colin responded with a groan. “Helping her unload a shipment.”

Orlando snorted in amusement, getting back to the more delicious task at hand. He flicked his dark eyes up to Colin’s with a lewd smirk. “Turn it up…I want to hear up while I suck you off.”

Colin did as he was told, turning up the tape and letting their grunts and groans fill the room as Orlando dipped his head down and licked the head of ‘Little Colin.’ He stroked the shaft with one hand, looking down at it with pouting lips. “Anything left in there for me?” he asked sweetly.

Colin nodded, stroking Orlando’s smooth cheek with a finger and thickening his Irish brogue in a way he knew made his lover hot like nothing else. “There’s always something for you, darlin’.”

Colin could feel the shudder that passed through Orlando at his voice, and he couldn’t hold back the chuckle that bubbled forth at it. He loved making Orli hot, glad he still had that power after their three years together, and hoped he would continue to in the years to come.

Orlando dipped his head, parting his lips and taking the first inch or so into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, simply moving his head up and down in easy strokes. It was all just lips, his head moving up and down applying only light suction. The blowjob was stimulating at first, but then it only got confusing, Orlando’s technique nowhere near it’s usual par.

“Baby? Umm….what are you doing?”

Orlando looked up, wiping some saliva from the corner of his mouth. He grinned devilishly, smirking at his lover in delight as he quirked a brow. “You don’t like that love?” he asked in a playful tone. “I’m just doing it like all those other porn stars do…” He flicked his thumb over the head of the other man’s rigid member. “Those bitches can’t suck dick for shit.”

Colin grinned down at him, reaching his arm out to find the remote control. “Let’s put the porn aside then, shall we?” he asked, turning off the TV before reaching for Orlando’s arms to pull the other man closer.

Orlando smiled in delight, pulling Colin down to him. They kissed softly, their lips first merely coming together in small pecks. Colin rolled Orlando onto his back, resting on his elbow over the other man’s side. “You remember when we made that tape, baby?”

Orlando nodded with a smile, his fingers curling against his partner’s chest. “Yeah…you always have been the biggest baby, can’t stand to be left alone.” The Englishman smiled broad as the Irishman above him rolled his eyes. “Don’t deny it!” he insisted, slapping at Colin’s shoulder. “You can’t stand to be away from me, you can’t bear my absence…you sit at home and pine for my glorious return…”

Colin tried to silence him with a handover his mouth, but Orlando kept talking, his words muffled but still teasing.

After the addition of a second hand failed to silence the cheeky Brit, he added a pillow, swinging a leg over Orlando’s wriggling waist as he playfully pressed the pillow down with a roar. He could hear Orlando’s muffled laughter, soon tossing the pillow aside in favor of holding the younger man’s wrists down to the bed, attaching his chest and nipples through his shirt with his teeth.

Orlando continued to laugh, but soon his laughter was intermixed with breath gasps as he was manipulated by sharp teeth on his sensitive nubs. “Colin…not fair…” Orlando tried to buck him off but he was unable to move the heavier man.

“You have the right to remain silent,” Colin all but growled, flipping Orlando onto his stomach and pulling his arms behind his back. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

Orlando laughed over his shoulder, rubbing his bum up against Colin’s as much as possible. “You are such a perv, Cols…”

“I’m going to have to ask you not to try and resist arrest, sir, or I’ll have to use force to subdue you.” The Irishman pushed Orlando’s head down into the fluffy pillows but not too hard to seem any way other than playful.

“I’m afraid you no longer have the right to remain clothed,” Colin said with a mock regretful sigh. He reached his hands under Orlando’s waist and unfastened his jeans, pulling the thick fabric down the younger man’s long legs. Next to go was his underwear, the small bit of cotton tugged down to bare the rounded buttocks.

Orlando squealed when one of Colin’s wide long fingered hand smartly smacked his bare bum, his hips jerking down into the bed and his fingers clenching against the bedding. “Ouch, Colin, not so hard…”

Colin chuckled, looking down at his handiwork with delight. “Sorry baby, was I too rough with you?”

Orlando looked over his shoulder and nodded at him as best he could with his face still pressed against the pillows.

“Let me kiss it better, then.”

Colin released Orlando’s wrists and lowered himself until his lips were in line with Orlando’s ass, his eyes hooded with desire as he stared at twin globes. He pressed his lips to the reddened area his hand had abused, the kiss warm and heavy. He could hear Orlando moan above him, feel the hips move under his hands and lips.

“You smell like soap,” Colin commented, inhaling his partner’s naked flesh as he pushed the younger man’s t-shirt up under his armpits.

“Took a shower at the studio,” Orlando said, his words slightly muffled as he shifted his head to the side, moving the pillow out from under his face. “Was working with clay today-”

The Englishman’s breath caught when Colin’s hot tongue flicked over his furled hole. His fingers tightened about the bedding they clutched and Colin could almost see him squeeze his lids tight as he did when he was aroused.

“Like that?” Colin asked, his brows cocked wickedly as he spoke.

“Yeah,” Orlando groaned, his legs sliding up slightly to open him more to the Irishman’s tongue.

Colin licked him again, his thumbs stroking the flesh of Orlando’s buttocks, occasionally ghosting over the shadowy cleft. He snaked out his tongue and pressed it to the young man’s hole, moving it in tiny circles as it demanded entry.

Orlando was sweating like a whore in church, moaning load as his hips pumped gently. His breath came in pants and wheezes, almost a whine as he begged Colin to lick him, go deeper, fuck him with his tongue.

The Irishman continued to lavish Orlando’s entrance with tongue and lips, manipulating the man beneath him into a quivering mess of muscle and nerves. Orlando was moaning, pushing back against his lover and mewling in throaty delight.

Colin could feel Orlando shift beneath him, and loved back his mouth to see what his partner was doing, replacing his mouth with his fingers and quickly finding his prostate which he stroked mercilessly.

Orlando shuddered hard, his hand slipped under him so he could rub his long fingers against his throbbing cock as his hips undulated in search of better contact to his prostate. His other hand was braced on the bed, fingers rigidly clutching sheets.

Before Colin knew what was happening, Orlando was squirming beneath him, wriggling free from his clutches so that he could turn onto his back. Quick as a shot he was sitting up, meeting Colin who knelt with his backside resting on his heels. With the flexibility of a dancer, Orlando swung a leg over Colin so that the long limbs were splayed to either side of his partner’s body. He then gripped Colin by the back of the neck and slammed their mouths together with a throaty moan.

Colin’s brows shot to his forehead at the neediness, responding with delight to the heated kiss. Just as soon as it had come, Orlando had released his lips, cocking his brow lazily with a wicked glint to his eyes as he reached down and took firm hold of Colin’s cock.

The Irishman gasped in light surprise as his sensitive member was tugged on by needy fingers. He watched in delight as Orlando spread his legs further, drawing Colin into the created space by the cock.

“You want this?” Colin all but grunted.

Orlando nodded, his lip caught between his teeth. He braces himself with one hand and plants his feet on the bedding so he can lift his hips so he can seat Colin’s cock at his hole, tilting his hips further to urge him on. The Irishman takes over, sliding a hand over one of Orlando’s lean thighs until he can grip it. Orlando rests his other hand back on the bed as well, his shoulders hitched and his dark eyes latched on Colin’s face as his partner pushed forward, driving his hardened flesh into his body at a gradual pace.

Colin watched Orlando’s lips tremble as he sucked in a breath as he was first penetrated. One he was in, Colin leaned back as well, resting one arm on the bed and holding onto Orlando’s waist with the other. Their bodies created a sort of ‘V’ as they rocked back and forth, Orlando’s head thrown back as his lover’s cock managed to bump his prostate.

Neither man tried to talk, both too intent on the sensations coursing through their bodies to try and say something dirty or sexy. Colin’s eyes rolled back at the way Orlando was rocking forward towards him, the way his body clenched around him in a subconscious fear of his cock slipping free every time he moved.

Colin thrust up hard, his entire body tensing in need. “Fuck…Orli…”

Orlando moaned in response, his aching cock curled up by his belly, the tip leaking white fluid to leave traces against his skin. His arms were straining in the desire to just fall back onto the bed and jerk himself off, but he kept holding himself up, the feel of Colin’s cock head pounding his prostate at that angle too good to give up.

It was Colin that finally took pity on him, his hand sliding around the Englishman’s belly and down to his needy cock. The Irishman stroked the stiff shaft with unsteady hands, the friction and gentle squeezes enough to finally bring Orlando to orgasm. Having been finally fulfilled, Orlando let himself finally fall back, his sweaty back grateful for the cool sheets.

Colin fell forward as well, his elbows resting beside the younger man’s shoulders. He began to flex his hips again, driving himself into Orlando with short staccato strokes. Orlando groaned beneath him, his legs hiking up about his partner’s ribs and his hands grasping at the pillow above his head. Colin’s breath shot forth from between his parted lips, his eyes focused on Orlando’s sweaty face and kiss swollen lips.

“Just a little more” Colin grunted. “Almost…close…”

The Irishman’s face contorted as he came, his breath coming through his nose as his jaw was clenched too tight to allow it to pass through there.

Colin fell forward atop of Orlando when his body relaxed enough to allow movement. He let his head fall against Orlando’s neck right at the juncture to his shoulder, inhaling his sweat and natural scent as well as his citrus shampoo.

“Cols?”

Colin grunted in response, too bloody shagged out to speak.

“This is sweet and all…but I can’t breath…”

The grunt Orlando received was one of dissatisfaction at having to move.

“Come on, you big baby,” Orlando sighed, using the last of his strength to push Colin off of him so that he rested to the side. The Irishman’s head now rested on his chest, one arm and not his entire body weight sprawled across Orlando’s belly. His fingers crawled over Orlando’s sticky skin to find the Englishman’s, twining them with his own.

A short while later, there was a thump downstairs from the door shutting, and Daniel’s voice wafted up the stairs and through their closed door with a quick “Hello!”

Colin smiled against Orlando’s nipple, forcing himself to raise his body up into a sitting position.

Orlando reached out with a pout, trying to pull the Irishman down to the bed beside him. “Don’t go…” he pleaded.

Colin sighed, stretching his back before standing on slightly uneasy legs. Once he found his footing, he leaned down over the bed and pressed a gentle kiss to Orlando’s lips. “I’m just going to go say good night to Danny Boy…”

“You don’t have to,” Orlando said. “I was so comfy…”

“He’s my kid, Orli,” Colin said, pulling his boxers on with a look of regret. “I’ll be right back…he deserves some kind of ‘good night‘ after all.”

Orlando rolled his eyes with a snort as Colin exited their bedroom, reaching forward to pull the blankets up over his naked body. “No he doesn’t, that little shit.”

TBC in Part B
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