Orlando realizes what he's doing and quick as a cat has a hand down his pants. "Nuh-uh," he purrs silkily. "You're mine." He reaches in and strokes Clay's erection. "That's all mine." He bites the back of Clay's neck again to emphasize his words.
Orlando can hear the air moving in Clay's throat and see his larnyx working. It's powerful, knowing he can make that happen. "Beautiful, Clay," he praises quietly, and gives the hardness in his hand an extra squeeze.
He murmurs, "I need to taste you. Open you." He eases to his knees and then works Clay's jeans down his legs, and off. He spreads Clay's legs just a bit more, then bites hard at each cheek. "You've got the greatest arse." He spreads the flesh and delves inside with his tongue.
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Date: 2004-02-28 12:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-02-28 12:42 pm (UTC)He's making small thrusts up into Orlando's hand, moving between flexible fingers and the hard, straining flesh behind him.
The bites are driving him mad, making him moan.
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Date: 2004-02-28 12:47 pm (UTC)He murmurs, "I need to taste you. Open you." He eases to his knees and then works Clay's jeans down his legs, and off. He spreads Clay's legs just a bit more, then bites hard at each cheek. "You've got the greatest arse." He spreads the flesh and delves inside with his tongue.
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Date: 2004-02-28 12:57 pm (UTC)He pushes slightly back, shuddering from the slick slide of Orlando's tongue.
He can feel the sweat trickle down his face and back, tickling his skin and turning his shirt dark.