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Title: Studio
Authors: talesinbloom and deleerium
Type: LOTR RPS AU
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Total PWP (actually a donkey-kick to the head from Tales to me to start my writing brain up again *snogs Tales madly*)
(Tales: *scoffs* actually it was more of a donkey-lick ... *snogs back with tongue*)
Warning: None
Disclaimer: here
Orlando smiled slow, reluctant joy breaking over his face and tingling through his nerves.
Elijah stood up from his crouch, mouth opening in surprise.
"Uh, this probably isn't the right time, or place, or ... something ... to be telling you, um... saying this... uh, I'm just gonna go, yeah?" Orlando tried hard to turn, to leave, while surprise was still on his side, but the bubbling joy of his hard won secret kept him stone still.
"No." Elijah moved across the deserted set quickly, tripping over a bundle of cables as he hurried towards the door.
"Don't go, you just..." He cursed and stumbled into a folded director's chair, breathless. "You just got here."
He reached out, almost touching Orlando's hand - one nervous twitch and he pulled it back, running it through his hair. "Tell...what do you have to tell?"
Orlando bit his lip, trying hard to stifle the silly grin he knew must be smearing across his face like the sunshine shearing it's late afternoon way through the dust motes around him.
"Really, it's just a ... thing. Uh, something I heard. From Dom. That bastard. But he's a fucking liar and I'm gonna just go beat the truth outta him, okay?"
And apparently his feet just weren't getting with the program here, because he was still standing, right in the open doorway, escape from what must surely be the most embarrassing moment in his life right behind him and still he wasn't moving. Unless you counted his heart, that is. Fucking beating a tattoo right now.
Elijah stuttered on a breath before finding words. "That fucking asshole." His eyes widened. "He, I mean, um..." I can't believe Dommie told...maybe told...could have told. Fuck. "Dom's not always...I..."
He cleared his throat as he stepped into the open door. "What, exactly did Dom say?"
"Uh, say?" Orlando's voice squeaked out on a higher pitch than he felt secure with and he cleared his throat quickly, pressing back against the hard line of the door jamb and trying very fucking hard not to notice the way the sun picked up the reddish tint in Elijah's spiky hair or the way the it floated on the surface of his eyes turning the deep sea blue into clear shallows.
"Nothing. Except maybe something about tequila shots. And truth or dare. And something about owing you for something you might have mentioned to Billy."
"Billy?" Now it was Elijah's turn to squeak. He tried not to notice the way dark curls shadowed Orlando's face, the long line of his throat in the opening of his shirt, the black cords of the necklaces that are always there. With, or without, his shirt.
I so do /not/ need to be thinking about him shirtless right now. He surreptitiously tugged on the front of his jeans, adjusting his rapidly growing hard on. Fuck.
"Owing me? You owing me something? Did, ah...did Billy mention what the nature of this something was?" He took an unconscious half-step closer, having just caught the scent of Orlando's cologne. Deodorant. Something - that thing that's the way Orlando smells.
"Uh ...," Orlando leaned unconsciously into the warmth that had to be hotter than the fucking sun cause he could feel the trickle of fresh sweat sliding a slow cool trail down the length of his spine, " ... not me owing ...you...something. Dom. For telling Billy ... whatever it was you told him."
He tried hard not to notice the way Elijah's hand brushed the front of his jeans and he really didn't notice the way the palms of his hands were itching to touch there too.
"I owe Dom something?" Elijah's voice was blurred around the edges, his gaze trapped by the curve of Orlando's lower lip. Full. Bite-sized. He blinked. Christ.
"I thought...but I told Dom that I'd told Billy I didn't want to kiss /him/, but I'd definitely consider kissing...y..." He stopped, gaze flickering up to Orlando's. "I'm. Confused."
Liar. I'm horny. And desperately attracted to you. Maybe even in love with you. But not confused.
"You want to kiss ...?" Orlando's confusion and desperate attempt to follow the thread of the who told what's was suddenly swamped by the high-pitched whine of blood rushing through his veins and singing in his ears, his heart and skin and fucking body taking a wild leap toward the space Elijah was occupying inches from him, though really he only swayed slightly toward him. Really.
He thought.
He's close enough. Close enough to... Elijah saw the sway of Orlando's body and instinctively raised his hands.
They landed on Orlando's waist and he went still. He swore his heart can be heard across the room and that should-be-causal contact, even through clothing, was enough to have him rock hard and throbbing in his jeans.
He contracted his hands, almost without thinking, feeling the line of that slender waist. And lifted his head.
"I didn't want to kiss Billy." He leaned forward, everything gone, even his control. "But I told him I wouldn't mind kissing you."
He licked the hollow of Orlando's throat, delicately, a slow circle of his tongue.
Oh, God. The white noise that filled Orlando's ears spread through his body and tingled along his nerves like the snap and pop sparks of an electrical short.
The point where Elijah's tongue scraped a wet patch across the jumping line of his throat made his knees weak and he was more than sure that were Elijah to relax the grip (stubby, strong fingers and, God, scorching hot palms) he had on his waist, he'd sink right to the floor.
"Lij ... fuck ... right there. Use your teeth, yeah?"
Fear was replaced by lust, affection, love - surging through Elijah when he wasn't pushed away.
"You smell...taste, beautiful." He licked around the same patch of skin, then opened his mouth, baring his teeth against skin - biting in a steady, even circle.
He pulled Orlando's hips flush against his, groaning at the contact, the uncontrollable thrust of his hips against him, backing him into the door.
This time Orlando's knees did buckle and he was grateful the door kept him steady enough to arch counterpoint to Elijah's slow grind.
He was amazed and a little dazed, not sure how they got from what was supposed to be a little taking the piss at Elijah's expense to - oh, fuck, with the teeth and the tongue and the rasp of Elijah's denims against the knot of heat in his own - and fuck if he didn't care.
"You are never to kiss Billy again." Orlando underlined the order with scrape of his own teeth across the flexing line of Elijah's jaw.
The proximity of teeth and lips were enough to have Elijah shove his hips against Orlando's as his mouth caught at that bitable lip. He kneaded Orlando's lower lip between his teeth, licked the fleshy curve, and slanted his mouth against his - one lick around the rim before diving inside with a full-body moan.
Kissing him...kissing him is fucking amazing.
"Who's Billy?" He had enough time to get it out before he slapped his mouth over Orlando's, pouring months of stifled, hidden desire into the heat of this first, life-altering kiss.
Secrets and teasing and all thoughts of anything but the way Elijah's mouth felt moving slick and hot underneath his own flew out the door with the dust motes and Orlando sucked back greedily, stabbing his tongue deep, and oh yeah ... it was hotter and sexier and more urgent than the thousand and one fantasies he's stroked himself off too every damn day since he first realized it wasn't Dom's crooked grin or Billy's fluid burr or Viggo's dreamy mumble or even Bean's casual gruffness that made his head turn and his heart pound.
The director's chair skidded across the floor, jolting to a stop against the tables as Orlando pressed Elijah's eagerly malleable body down into it, shoving one knee between Elijah's open legs while he worked to taste every single soft wet inch inside Elijah's mouth.
Elijah went from forward exploration to sprawled, needy mass - one hand curved around the back of Orlando's neck, pulling him harder into the wet slide of the kiss as tiny sounds spilled from his lips, sounds emptying in the same rhythm that his hips worked up to, seeking contact with that long, hard thigh between his.
He ran a hand restlessly down the curve of Orlando's hip, fumbling for the hem of his shirt, seeking skin - a soft intake of breath to find him so hot to the touch - the damp heat of a summer afternoon - musky and addictive like candy melted into the palm of your hand.
He slid a hand around the damp waistband, fumbling for his fly, fingers digging for more heat as he was turned inside out by the flare of their connected mouths.
Orlando braced his hands on the arms of the chair, mouth fused hot and slick to the sweet curves of Elijah's lush mouth. Moving with a mindless, restless desire to show Elijah just how much he'd wanted this, how fucking long he'd been patient for it, Orlando curved his body taut over Elijah, pressing his knee hard against the hunch of Elijah's damp crotch against his thigh and offering up his own aching erection to the brush and touch of Elijah's seeking fingers, groaning deep when he felt the shift of flesh beneath his leg as Elijah's cock twitched heavily against him.
Soft cry tumbling into the kiss, Elijah ground up against the hard press of Orlando's knee. His hands faltered for the first few mindless, grinding thrusts and fumbled for Orlando's fly, fingers pushing under layers of fabric to get to ...
Right fucking there... skin - he pressed his palm-warm fingers and hand along the underside, stroking for a feel. His arm tightened around Orlando's neck, lifting himself against that long, curled his fingers around the heat of Orlando's cock and stroked him - awkward, upward, firm steady feeling touches of his hand. And moaned again.
Orlando swallowed Elijah's first moan, licked greedily into the heat of his mouth for more. His own groan was from deep in his gut when the damp heat of Elijah's palm caught and pushed against the throbbing ache of his dick and slid down, sending jolts of pure pleasure to the root of his cock and spine.
He arched into the sensation, gripping the arms of the chair until they creaked alarmingly, thrusting his hips in awkward hunches into the sweet twist of Elijah's fingers. White spots flashed in the red and dark behind his closed eyes in unison with the beat of blood through his head. He wrenched his head back, gasping at air and letting his eyes slit open to see what kind of damage he'd done.
Sprawled, aching need. Elijah moaned - a desperate exhale of air - and tried to drag Orlando's mouth back down to his, hips hunching in uncontrollable, frantic rubs against Orlando's thigh. He opened wide, dilated eyes - hungry for anything. A touch. The movement. Another kiss.
"Please, Orli, I'm..." He gave a desperate twist of his hips, past caring that he was minutes from coming hard and uncontrolled against the rub of Orlando's leg.
"Do you want this?" He stroked, another awkward twist of his hand. "Or more?" He gasped mid word, eyes squeezed tight as a perfect rub of thigh went up his cock.
"This. More. Yeah, everything I can get. You're so hard. I'm so fucking close." Orlando laughed breathy, giddy desperation at the sheer sudden getting of every wish he'd made every time he'd come into his own hand thinking of Elijah.
"I...oh fuck, I've wanted this...you for so long." Elijah babbled, letting the wave of approaching orgasm climb steadily through his hips, thighs, belly, cock.
"Orli, I'm...oh fuck I'm gonna come..." He clutched desperately at the back of Orlando's neck, hand tightening around his cock as his hips rocked faster, harder against his thigh.
"Why the fuck didn't you say so?" Orlando demanded, breathless, grin wild and wicked and just riding the thrust of Elijah's hips and the pull of his hand, counterpoint sensations see-sawing until he brought the legs of the chair up fractionally in the air with each forward push of his leg, letting it fall back with a bang to the floor on each tugging retreat, jacking up everything higher and higher and ... oh, fuck.
This wasn't the way he wanted to see Elijah come the first time. Fuck no. He wanted to feel it. Feel it across his tongue and against the back of his throat and taste Elijah's bliss in the sharp spurts of his come.
He scrabbled desperately at Elijah's waist. "Not yet, Lij. Fuck! Not yet." He yanked hard at his zipper, muttering frantic. "Just ... hang ..." his leg sliding from between Elijah's thighs, he dropped to the ground "wanna ... need " his mouth falling open -
fucking watering for a taste
- the first warm wet stripe falling across his lips, then he closed over the just-bared tip of Elijah's cock.
Every muscle in Elijah's body was stretched taut, a whimper escaped when Orlando moved away - a desperate roll of his hips into nothing until he heard the Not yet and need that had him shuddering for control - wanting to scream at the ache of holding back.
Until Orlando's mouth fell open, moving down towards his bared, leaking cock and the orgasm hit him broadside, making the leap between the tip of his cock and that mouth - crying out Orlando's name as that insanely hot mouth closed over him.
He came in gut-curling pulses, both hands fisted in the dark tangle of Orlando's hair and sobbed his name once, twice and again. "Oh. Fuck." And collapsed in the chair.
Orlando sucked and sucked, licking at the fluid that slid from the red slit flaring open on the flush dark head of Elijah's cock.
God, so good. Musk and earth and bitter with a tang of cloves and underneath a slick of something sweet, his own cock sending pangs and sympathetic shocks through his groin with each fresh ooze of come from Elijah's spent tip.
He twisted his head into the clutch of Elijah's fingers in his curls, relishing the tight grip and the sound of his name. Unconsciously his hips hunched at the air, hips thrusting with little digs forward. He nuzzled into Elijah wanting more, not sure what, needing ... "Lijah." Softly. Sweet and unsatisfied.
Through the post-orgasmic haze, Elijah closed his hand - around curls. Still breathing hard he glanced down into Orlando's needy gaze.
"Up." He tugged on the curls, sliding forward out of the chair. "Stand up." To his knees.
Orlando's fly was already open, cock hard and wet at the tip - Elijah made noises - low hungry exhalations of air as he licked the tip - curled his fingers around the length - and sucked at the head.
He looked up, eyes watering with the stretch of lips around length and pushed forward, taking Orlando to the back of his throat. Sucking. One hand wrapped around his waist, pulling the slender hips in encouraging thrusts.
Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. Broadcasting the need with his look.
Ohgodohgod. Elijah's mouth. Around my cock.
Orlando's gaze was wide and dazed, his eyes felt hot and dry as they stretched wide trying to imprint the sight -
His lips ... his fucking tongue, man.
- curling around and taking in the red length of Orlando's cock to the root, his nose brushing dusky dark curl, before retreating, dragging back so slowly, leaving spit and slick in their wake.
His eyes. They could fuck me. They could fucking penetrate me.
And Orlando pushed forward, one hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, one hand curling and clutching the back of Elijah's head.
Moving up and down the length of Orlando's cock, Elijah's tongue circled the head before opening wide and taking him to the root.
Low moans were muffled as he wrapped both arms around Orlando's hips, pulling him in ever increasing thrusts into the wet licking heat of his mouth, flicking his tongue at the slit, feeling the growing tension in Orlando's thighs, waiting - longing for the first spurt of his come.
Orlando's hand tightened around the nape of Elijah's neck - his fingers on his cock increasing the pressure and pushing up against the soft press of Elijah's mouth.
His fingers glanced off of Elijah's lips and Orlando abandoned the slide of his skin to Elijah's capable, nimble tongue.
He smeared his thumb across the stretched bow of Elijah's lips around the curve of his cock, pushed alongside and into the crease, feeling the throb of blood pulled into the tip of his (cock) thumb - pulled it back glistening wet - and swiped it along the flushed curve of Elijah's cheek.
He felt the rush and the lift of heat spangling bright in his balls and drawing through his spine. Oh God. He was gonna ...
"Lij, I'm there. Oh, fuck .." Orlando's head fell back and he just thrust, mouth falling open on a soft cry.
Elijah jerked at the sudden thrust, moan strangled in the back of his throat, swallowing convulsively around Orlando's cock as the hot pulses slid down his throat.
He moaned as Orlando's hips went still and his thighs shuddered with aftershocks, running his hands slowly up and down the curve of his ass.
Pulling back, he opened his eyes, looking up at Orlando - face flushed, eyes liquid with emotion.
"I...we..." He stopped, unable to think of anything coherent to say.
"We ... yeah. Sucked each other dry?" Orlando's face flushed as another aftershock sent a thick trickle of fluid welling from his tip. "Or, mostly dry." Bloody hell.
"Yeah." Elijah blinked, and then grinned - leaning forward to flick the drop up with his tongue before clambering to his feet.
He held on to Orlando's hips loosely, a post-blowjob in the studio embarrassed flush covering his cheeks. "So." He licked his lips. "You wanna come back to my place? For...dinner or something?"
Please say this wasn't just a one time deal.
Please don't freak out and make this a one time ... dinner? How about breakfast?
Orlando stepped more fully into Elijah's easy grasp, loosely circling his fingers around Elijah's wrists and sliding his hands up Elijah's arms and settling them onto the curve of his shoulders.
Elijah bit his lip, looking nervous and Elijah shouldn't be nervous. Or biting his lip. Orlando should be the only one to bite - and kiss- Elijah's lips and while he's on the subject ...
"Dinner sounds fantastic. And then some kind of dessert, yeah?" Orlando lowered his head until his lips touched and brushed and rested on Elijah's, his tongue flicking out to lick and taste the smear of himself he saw lingering on the crease of Elijah's mouth.
"Pancakes." Elijah nipped on the end of Orlando's tongue, twining his arms around his neck. "Do you like pancakes?"
'Cause I'm thinkin' breakfast. He smiled into the kiss and held on.
"With whipped cream." Orlando nibbled Elijah's bottom lip, drawing it through his teeth between words. "Lots and lots of whipped cream."
Authors: talesinbloom and deleerium
Type: LOTR RPS AU
Pairing: Orlando/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Total PWP (actually a donkey-kick to the head from Tales to me to start my writing brain up again *snogs Tales madly*)
(Tales: *scoffs* actually it was more of a donkey-lick ... *snogs back with tongue*)
Warning: None
Disclaimer: here
Orlando smiled slow, reluctant joy breaking over his face and tingling through his nerves.
Elijah stood up from his crouch, mouth opening in surprise.
"Uh, this probably isn't the right time, or place, or ... something ... to be telling you, um... saying this... uh, I'm just gonna go, yeah?" Orlando tried hard to turn, to leave, while surprise was still on his side, but the bubbling joy of his hard won secret kept him stone still.
"No." Elijah moved across the deserted set quickly, tripping over a bundle of cables as he hurried towards the door.
"Don't go, you just..." He cursed and stumbled into a folded director's chair, breathless. "You just got here."
He reached out, almost touching Orlando's hand - one nervous twitch and he pulled it back, running it through his hair. "Tell...what do you have to tell?"
Orlando bit his lip, trying hard to stifle the silly grin he knew must be smearing across his face like the sunshine shearing it's late afternoon way through the dust motes around him.
"Really, it's just a ... thing. Uh, something I heard. From Dom. That bastard. But he's a fucking liar and I'm gonna just go beat the truth outta him, okay?"
And apparently his feet just weren't getting with the program here, because he was still standing, right in the open doorway, escape from what must surely be the most embarrassing moment in his life right behind him and still he wasn't moving. Unless you counted his heart, that is. Fucking beating a tattoo right now.
Elijah stuttered on a breath before finding words. "That fucking asshole." His eyes widened. "He, I mean, um..." I can't believe Dommie told...maybe told...could have told. Fuck. "Dom's not always...I..."
He cleared his throat as he stepped into the open door. "What, exactly did Dom say?"
"Uh, say?" Orlando's voice squeaked out on a higher pitch than he felt secure with and he cleared his throat quickly, pressing back against the hard line of the door jamb and trying very fucking hard not to notice the way the sun picked up the reddish tint in Elijah's spiky hair or the way the it floated on the surface of his eyes turning the deep sea blue into clear shallows.
"Nothing. Except maybe something about tequila shots. And truth or dare. And something about owing you for something you might have mentioned to Billy."
"Billy?" Now it was Elijah's turn to squeak. He tried not to notice the way dark curls shadowed Orlando's face, the long line of his throat in the opening of his shirt, the black cords of the necklaces that are always there. With, or without, his shirt.
I so do /not/ need to be thinking about him shirtless right now. He surreptitiously tugged on the front of his jeans, adjusting his rapidly growing hard on. Fuck.
"Owing me? You owing me something? Did, ah...did Billy mention what the nature of this something was?" He took an unconscious half-step closer, having just caught the scent of Orlando's cologne. Deodorant. Something - that thing that's the way Orlando smells.
"Uh ...," Orlando leaned unconsciously into the warmth that had to be hotter than the fucking sun cause he could feel the trickle of fresh sweat sliding a slow cool trail down the length of his spine, " ... not me owing ...you...something. Dom. For telling Billy ... whatever it was you told him."
He tried hard not to notice the way Elijah's hand brushed the front of his jeans and he really didn't notice the way the palms of his hands were itching to touch there too.
"I owe Dom something?" Elijah's voice was blurred around the edges, his gaze trapped by the curve of Orlando's lower lip. Full. Bite-sized. He blinked. Christ.
"I thought...but I told Dom that I'd told Billy I didn't want to kiss /him/, but I'd definitely consider kissing...y..." He stopped, gaze flickering up to Orlando's. "I'm. Confused."
Liar. I'm horny. And desperately attracted to you. Maybe even in love with you. But not confused.
"You want to kiss ...?" Orlando's confusion and desperate attempt to follow the thread of the who told what's was suddenly swamped by the high-pitched whine of blood rushing through his veins and singing in his ears, his heart and skin and fucking body taking a wild leap toward the space Elijah was occupying inches from him, though really he only swayed slightly toward him. Really.
He thought.
He's close enough. Close enough to... Elijah saw the sway of Orlando's body and instinctively raised his hands.
They landed on Orlando's waist and he went still. He swore his heart can be heard across the room and that should-be-causal contact, even through clothing, was enough to have him rock hard and throbbing in his jeans.
He contracted his hands, almost without thinking, feeling the line of that slender waist. And lifted his head.
"I didn't want to kiss Billy." He leaned forward, everything gone, even his control. "But I told him I wouldn't mind kissing you."
He licked the hollow of Orlando's throat, delicately, a slow circle of his tongue.
Oh, God. The white noise that filled Orlando's ears spread through his body and tingled along his nerves like the snap and pop sparks of an electrical short.
The point where Elijah's tongue scraped a wet patch across the jumping line of his throat made his knees weak and he was more than sure that were Elijah to relax the grip (stubby, strong fingers and, God, scorching hot palms) he had on his waist, he'd sink right to the floor.
"Lij ... fuck ... right there. Use your teeth, yeah?"
Fear was replaced by lust, affection, love - surging through Elijah when he wasn't pushed away.
"You smell...taste, beautiful." He licked around the same patch of skin, then opened his mouth, baring his teeth against skin - biting in a steady, even circle.
He pulled Orlando's hips flush against his, groaning at the contact, the uncontrollable thrust of his hips against him, backing him into the door.
This time Orlando's knees did buckle and he was grateful the door kept him steady enough to arch counterpoint to Elijah's slow grind.
He was amazed and a little dazed, not sure how they got from what was supposed to be a little taking the piss at Elijah's expense to - oh, fuck, with the teeth and the tongue and the rasp of Elijah's denims against the knot of heat in his own - and fuck if he didn't care.
"You are never to kiss Billy again." Orlando underlined the order with scrape of his own teeth across the flexing line of Elijah's jaw.
The proximity of teeth and lips were enough to have Elijah shove his hips against Orlando's as his mouth caught at that bitable lip. He kneaded Orlando's lower lip between his teeth, licked the fleshy curve, and slanted his mouth against his - one lick around the rim before diving inside with a full-body moan.
Kissing him...kissing him is fucking amazing.
"Who's Billy?" He had enough time to get it out before he slapped his mouth over Orlando's, pouring months of stifled, hidden desire into the heat of this first, life-altering kiss.
Secrets and teasing and all thoughts of anything but the way Elijah's mouth felt moving slick and hot underneath his own flew out the door with the dust motes and Orlando sucked back greedily, stabbing his tongue deep, and oh yeah ... it was hotter and sexier and more urgent than the thousand and one fantasies he's stroked himself off too every damn day since he first realized it wasn't Dom's crooked grin or Billy's fluid burr or Viggo's dreamy mumble or even Bean's casual gruffness that made his head turn and his heart pound.
The director's chair skidded across the floor, jolting to a stop against the tables as Orlando pressed Elijah's eagerly malleable body down into it, shoving one knee between Elijah's open legs while he worked to taste every single soft wet inch inside Elijah's mouth.
Elijah went from forward exploration to sprawled, needy mass - one hand curved around the back of Orlando's neck, pulling him harder into the wet slide of the kiss as tiny sounds spilled from his lips, sounds emptying in the same rhythm that his hips worked up to, seeking contact with that long, hard thigh between his.
He ran a hand restlessly down the curve of Orlando's hip, fumbling for the hem of his shirt, seeking skin - a soft intake of breath to find him so hot to the touch - the damp heat of a summer afternoon - musky and addictive like candy melted into the palm of your hand.
He slid a hand around the damp waistband, fumbling for his fly, fingers digging for more heat as he was turned inside out by the flare of their connected mouths.
Orlando braced his hands on the arms of the chair, mouth fused hot and slick to the sweet curves of Elijah's lush mouth. Moving with a mindless, restless desire to show Elijah just how much he'd wanted this, how fucking long he'd been patient for it, Orlando curved his body taut over Elijah, pressing his knee hard against the hunch of Elijah's damp crotch against his thigh and offering up his own aching erection to the brush and touch of Elijah's seeking fingers, groaning deep when he felt the shift of flesh beneath his leg as Elijah's cock twitched heavily against him.
Soft cry tumbling into the kiss, Elijah ground up against the hard press of Orlando's knee. His hands faltered for the first few mindless, grinding thrusts and fumbled for Orlando's fly, fingers pushing under layers of fabric to get to ...
Right fucking there... skin - he pressed his palm-warm fingers and hand along the underside, stroking for a feel. His arm tightened around Orlando's neck, lifting himself against that long, curled his fingers around the heat of Orlando's cock and stroked him - awkward, upward, firm steady feeling touches of his hand. And moaned again.
Orlando swallowed Elijah's first moan, licked greedily into the heat of his mouth for more. His own groan was from deep in his gut when the damp heat of Elijah's palm caught and pushed against the throbbing ache of his dick and slid down, sending jolts of pure pleasure to the root of his cock and spine.
He arched into the sensation, gripping the arms of the chair until they creaked alarmingly, thrusting his hips in awkward hunches into the sweet twist of Elijah's fingers. White spots flashed in the red and dark behind his closed eyes in unison with the beat of blood through his head. He wrenched his head back, gasping at air and letting his eyes slit open to see what kind of damage he'd done.
Sprawled, aching need. Elijah moaned - a desperate exhale of air - and tried to drag Orlando's mouth back down to his, hips hunching in uncontrollable, frantic rubs against Orlando's thigh. He opened wide, dilated eyes - hungry for anything. A touch. The movement. Another kiss.
"Please, Orli, I'm..." He gave a desperate twist of his hips, past caring that he was minutes from coming hard and uncontrolled against the rub of Orlando's leg.
"Do you want this?" He stroked, another awkward twist of his hand. "Or more?" He gasped mid word, eyes squeezed tight as a perfect rub of thigh went up his cock.
"This. More. Yeah, everything I can get. You're so hard. I'm so fucking close." Orlando laughed breathy, giddy desperation at the sheer sudden getting of every wish he'd made every time he'd come into his own hand thinking of Elijah.
"I...oh fuck, I've wanted this...you for so long." Elijah babbled, letting the wave of approaching orgasm climb steadily through his hips, thighs, belly, cock.
"Orli, I'm...oh fuck I'm gonna come..." He clutched desperately at the back of Orlando's neck, hand tightening around his cock as his hips rocked faster, harder against his thigh.
"Why the fuck didn't you say so?" Orlando demanded, breathless, grin wild and wicked and just riding the thrust of Elijah's hips and the pull of his hand, counterpoint sensations see-sawing until he brought the legs of the chair up fractionally in the air with each forward push of his leg, letting it fall back with a bang to the floor on each tugging retreat, jacking up everything higher and higher and ... oh, fuck.
This wasn't the way he wanted to see Elijah come the first time. Fuck no. He wanted to feel it. Feel it across his tongue and against the back of his throat and taste Elijah's bliss in the sharp spurts of his come.
He scrabbled desperately at Elijah's waist. "Not yet, Lij. Fuck! Not yet." He yanked hard at his zipper, muttering frantic. "Just ... hang ..." his leg sliding from between Elijah's thighs, he dropped to the ground "wanna ... need " his mouth falling open -
fucking watering for a taste
- the first warm wet stripe falling across his lips, then he closed over the just-bared tip of Elijah's cock.
Every muscle in Elijah's body was stretched taut, a whimper escaped when Orlando moved away - a desperate roll of his hips into nothing until he heard the Not yet and need that had him shuddering for control - wanting to scream at the ache of holding back.
Until Orlando's mouth fell open, moving down towards his bared, leaking cock and the orgasm hit him broadside, making the leap between the tip of his cock and that mouth - crying out Orlando's name as that insanely hot mouth closed over him.
He came in gut-curling pulses, both hands fisted in the dark tangle of Orlando's hair and sobbed his name once, twice and again. "Oh. Fuck." And collapsed in the chair.
Orlando sucked and sucked, licking at the fluid that slid from the red slit flaring open on the flush dark head of Elijah's cock.
God, so good. Musk and earth and bitter with a tang of cloves and underneath a slick of something sweet, his own cock sending pangs and sympathetic shocks through his groin with each fresh ooze of come from Elijah's spent tip.
He twisted his head into the clutch of Elijah's fingers in his curls, relishing the tight grip and the sound of his name. Unconsciously his hips hunched at the air, hips thrusting with little digs forward. He nuzzled into Elijah wanting more, not sure what, needing ... "Lijah." Softly. Sweet and unsatisfied.
Through the post-orgasmic haze, Elijah closed his hand - around curls. Still breathing hard he glanced down into Orlando's needy gaze.
"Up." He tugged on the curls, sliding forward out of the chair. "Stand up." To his knees.
Orlando's fly was already open, cock hard and wet at the tip - Elijah made noises - low hungry exhalations of air as he licked the tip - curled his fingers around the length - and sucked at the head.
He looked up, eyes watering with the stretch of lips around length and pushed forward, taking Orlando to the back of his throat. Sucking. One hand wrapped around his waist, pulling the slender hips in encouraging thrusts.
Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. Broadcasting the need with his look.
Ohgodohgod. Elijah's mouth. Around my cock.
Orlando's gaze was wide and dazed, his eyes felt hot and dry as they stretched wide trying to imprint the sight -
His lips ... his fucking tongue, man.
- curling around and taking in the red length of Orlando's cock to the root, his nose brushing dusky dark curl, before retreating, dragging back so slowly, leaving spit and slick in their wake.
His eyes. They could fuck me. They could fucking penetrate me.
And Orlando pushed forward, one hand coming up to wrap around the base of his cock, one hand curling and clutching the back of Elijah's head.
Moving up and down the length of Orlando's cock, Elijah's tongue circled the head before opening wide and taking him to the root.
Low moans were muffled as he wrapped both arms around Orlando's hips, pulling him in ever increasing thrusts into the wet licking heat of his mouth, flicking his tongue at the slit, feeling the growing tension in Orlando's thighs, waiting - longing for the first spurt of his come.
Orlando's hand tightened around the nape of Elijah's neck - his fingers on his cock increasing the pressure and pushing up against the soft press of Elijah's mouth.
His fingers glanced off of Elijah's lips and Orlando abandoned the slide of his skin to Elijah's capable, nimble tongue.
He smeared his thumb across the stretched bow of Elijah's lips around the curve of his cock, pushed alongside and into the crease, feeling the throb of blood pulled into the tip of his (cock) thumb - pulled it back glistening wet - and swiped it along the flushed curve of Elijah's cheek.
He felt the rush and the lift of heat spangling bright in his balls and drawing through his spine. Oh God. He was gonna ...
"Lij, I'm there. Oh, fuck .." Orlando's head fell back and he just thrust, mouth falling open on a soft cry.
Elijah jerked at the sudden thrust, moan strangled in the back of his throat, swallowing convulsively around Orlando's cock as the hot pulses slid down his throat.
He moaned as Orlando's hips went still and his thighs shuddered with aftershocks, running his hands slowly up and down the curve of his ass.
Pulling back, he opened his eyes, looking up at Orlando - face flushed, eyes liquid with emotion.
"I...we..." He stopped, unable to think of anything coherent to say.
"We ... yeah. Sucked each other dry?" Orlando's face flushed as another aftershock sent a thick trickle of fluid welling from his tip. "Or, mostly dry." Bloody hell.
"Yeah." Elijah blinked, and then grinned - leaning forward to flick the drop up with his tongue before clambering to his feet.
He held on to Orlando's hips loosely, a post-blowjob in the studio embarrassed flush covering his cheeks. "So." He licked his lips. "You wanna come back to my place? For...dinner or something?"
Please say this wasn't just a one time deal.
Please don't freak out and make this a one time ... dinner? How about breakfast?
Orlando stepped more fully into Elijah's easy grasp, loosely circling his fingers around Elijah's wrists and sliding his hands up Elijah's arms and settling them onto the curve of his shoulders.
Elijah bit his lip, looking nervous and Elijah shouldn't be nervous. Or biting his lip. Orlando should be the only one to bite - and kiss- Elijah's lips and while he's on the subject ...
"Dinner sounds fantastic. And then some kind of dessert, yeah?" Orlando lowered his head until his lips touched and brushed and rested on Elijah's, his tongue flicking out to lick and taste the smear of himself he saw lingering on the crease of Elijah's mouth.
"Pancakes." Elijah nipped on the end of Orlando's tongue, twining his arms around his neck. "Do you like pancakes?"
'Cause I'm thinkin' breakfast. He smiled into the kiss and held on.
"With whipped cream." Orlando nibbled Elijah's bottom lip, drawing it through his teeth between words. "Lots and lots of whipped cream."