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Yes, I actually finished a fic!
Obsessive Fascination, part 2
Title: Hands Down
Series: Obsessive Fascination (part 2)
Author: Viper (viper@lionessandviper.com)
Website: The Factory (http://www.lionessandviper.com/rpsindex.html)
Pairing: Orlando/SeanB
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hands. Well, other body parts in passing, but mostly hands.
Notes: For Jen, who inspired The Bean's Knees, which grew into this series. Because she is filled with the Orlibean love and writes such completely uber-shibby fics that always leave me breathless and incoherent. And because said fics frequently remind me how much I love my Orlando muse, chatty little fuck that he is. And also because, as one of my wives, she is the Bean to my Orli, even if we are involved in an OSV triangle. :)
Disclaimer: No real body parts were licked or sucked or otherwise molested in the writing of this fic. And it's not real. And I don't profit from it.
Archiving: BTF, The Factory. Anyone else, please ask first.
Feedback: Always and forever. Cha.
He watched Sean hold the cards. Picked up his beer, swigged some, swallowed. Oh, Adam's apple. Throat constricting, swallowing. Don't get distracted. Plenty of time for distraction. Later. Tomorrow. Next week. A smattering of small, secret smiles and sidelong glances had confirmed that. He'd returned them all, confirming, reserving, anticipating. Smiles on lips. Lips that he decided he'd keep until last to fully explore. Well, almost last. Very last was already reserved. So much ground to cover, so much *flesh* to cover. Cover with his lips, fingertips, arms, legs, tongue, toes. Every part of his body exploring every part of Sean's. Learning, mapping, memorizing. With plenty of time for forays back to the knees. Base camp, so to speak. He imagined Sean's body with little yellow flags planted all over marking various conquests. Places his mouth had conquered, places his hands would soon be able to identify solely by touch.
Was Sean thinking the same things? Was he imagining all that he could learn about Orlando's body, or was he just focused on 'the main event'? Orlando didn't want the main event to happen too soon. Wanted to build up but for each build up to be an event in itself. Wanted so much to learn the whole of Sean part by part. Wanted it so much that his mouth watered at the mere thought of it. Would Sean think that strange, only do it to humour Orlando? Would he just put up with it so that Orlando would want to move to the fucking faster? Or did he have other parts of Orlando that he wouldn't mind suckling, nibbling and licking the way he did Orlando's ankles earlier? The gentle, tender, and yet ever so slightly possessive way that he licked and kissed, becoming bolder slowly. Lips. Warm, full lips with just the right pressure, first on the ankle, then on Orlando's mouth for the kiss that wasn't supposed to be. The kiss that just took over Orlando's brain and body and carried on, all on its own. Tasting of sand and saltwater and something quite indefinable that Orlando assumed was his brain, melted into liquid and seeping out through his mouth.
Lips. Could they be a sort of all purpose zone? Allowable after every encounter? Perhaps in between encounters? They still had to have their very own, because there was still so very much to learn about them, but he found their taste, texture, feel, to be something he wanted now. Wanted continually. Could feel the want as an entity in itself, growing in his gut, right under his heart, in the middle of his body. Large, heavy, making him quite breathless, probably pressing on his lungs as well as his heart. Growing, mutating, expanding, threatening to take over his body and move him across the room. No, can't have that, definitely cannot have that. Cannot have his body moving independently of his own will just because some large, mutant growth of needwantcraving had taken up residence in his abdomen. Have to go, move, not be in the sphere of Sean's influence for just a few minutes so that the creature would settle down and go back into hibernation.
He walked to the kitchen, grabbing another beer from the refrigerator, inhaling some of the cool air as he bent over. Deep breaths, then deep swallows of beer submerging the creature, and he felt relatively normal again. Strolling back into the main room, his eyes went to his original point of focus. Sean's hands. There was the obvious...sucking on fingers. He pondered that for a moment, let himself soak in the mental image of himself suckling on Sean's fingers, tongue swirling and licking, tasting and savouring. Nice. Very nice. Definitely something he wanted to do. Probably a great deal of.
But not the main thing he wanted to do with Sean's hands. He wanted to just breathe on them, feel his breath reflected back at him from Sean's skin. Smell the scent of Sean, trace all over the back of Sean's hands with his nose and mouth. He wanted to ask Sean to just relax his hand, completely let it go limp, and then press it to his face, feel Sean's fingers being moved along his cheek, not moving themselves, but being moved by his hand. He supposed that Sean would want to move his hand, to be more active in the touching, but no, Orlando wanted limp hands, pliant, flexible. For him to move as he chose. To hold in his own hands, stare at every little line and bump, trace veins with his fingers, watch the contrast of his hands with Sean's. Hold their hands up, palms together, to see how they matched up, fingertip to fingertip. Orlando thought that he remembered that you had little pulses in your fingertips. He wondered if when their hands were touching, if he'd be able to feel Sean's pulse through his fingers. He hoped so. He put down his beer bottle, wiped his hands on his shirt and pressed his own hands together hard until he could feel his own pulse beating. Took a deep shuddering breath imagining feeling that with Sean.
Orlando blinked, staring at his own hands, as he opened them up and picked up his beer bottle. He looked back at the table, found Sean's eyes fixed on him, the hint of a curious smile on his face. Orlando returned the smile, sipping on his beer. Sean turned back to the game, glanced at his cards, glanced back at Orlando, took a drink of his own beer, and tossed his cards down and folded. Shoving back from the table, he stretched, Orlando's gaze fixed on his hands as he linked them, cracking his knuckles. He looked back at Orlando, noticed him staring, smiled, looked at his own hands, back at Orlando, smiled again and stood, picked up his beer and headed outside.
After a few minutes, Orlando followed, unnoticed in the chaos that the game had degenerated into. He found Sean standing on the deck, empty beer bottle by his feet. Sean turned, smile returning to his face at the sight of Orlando. "Come on." He gestured with his head as he started to walk around the deck to the side of the house. He barely made it around the corner. Feeling Orlando close behind him, he started to turn around, never quite completing the turn before his lips were taken over by Orlando's, the tentativeness of their earlier kiss only lasting for a brief blink, vanishing into the air, chased away by the sound Sean made that quickly mutated from surprise into pleasure. He barely noticed that Orlando's hands had slipped into his, lacing their fingers together. They stood, chests pressing together, hands linked at their sides as they kissed.
Sean moved to wrap his arms around Orlando, but found them held at his sides, Orlando's fingers tightening on his, Orlando's mouth letting out a little grumble that Sean took as a negative. He replied with a small 'whatever' noise, still unwilling to let Orlando's lips go long enough to switch communication from sounds to words. Simply leaning in, soaking up more of Orlando's warmth, he let himself focus on his lips. His lips and Orlando's lips. His lips on Orlando's lips. Orlando's lips on his lips. Their lips. Together. Moving, shifting, learning. He never thought he'd be so keen on learning. Always hated school. Now wanted to go back to learn proper study skills so that he could memorize every moment of this, whatever this was, is, would become. Wanted to take notes, sketches, flow charts that were colour coded and cross fucking referenced if it meant that he could always have this moment crystal clear before him. Always have the feel of soft, slightly windchapped, wet lips under his own. The flavour of beer that tasted so much better warm, licked out of Orlando's mouth. The pressure of Orlando's fingers squeezing his own lightly now, moving in a squirmy kind of way and tracing over his knuckles. Orlando let one of his hands free itself, and it immediately wrapped itself around Orlando's back, pressing them closer together as Sean moaned again as he felt the heat of Orlando's body radiating into his body, soaking in like Orlando was his personal sun and existed only to warm him, heat him, melt the very core of his being. Fucking hell.
His next moan was interrupted as Orlando added something to their kiss. A finger. Sean's own finger. What the....Orlando licked at the finger, sucked on it as he continued to kiss Sean, tongue moving with skill to calm Sean's initial confusion. Sean sighed, not willing to give up the kiss even with the strange feeling of his own finger added into the mix. He focused on Orlando. Orlando's mouth, Orlando's tongue laving over his own, Orlando making small noises in the back of his throat as he licked, sucked and kissed. Sean moaned, this time in protest, as their lips parted and hands parted, his eyes sliding half open to watch as Orlando focused his attentions on Sean's hand. Breathing heavily, he struggled to calm himself, as he watched Orlando's hands surround his own left hand. He watched as lips, swollen and moist from their kiss, fastened around his fingers, one by one. Orlando's tongue fluttered over the tips as he sucked, his own eyes closed, a contented sound humming in the back of his throat.
Sean tilted his head, keeping his body pressed as close as he could to Orlando as he watched. Gently sliding Sean's pinky finger in and out of his mouth, Orlando let his tongue travel down to Sean's wrist. Sean jumped slightly at the slight tickle he felt as Orlando's lips traced ever so lightly over his wrist, tongue just darting out now and then for small exploratory licks. Orlando paused, lips resting over Sean's pulse point, and Sean could feel his heart beating faster, transmitted through Orlando's lips. Orlando smiled, looking at him only briefly as he moved on to the back of Sean's wrist and hand. Needing more contact, Sean let his right hand snake around to hold Orlando loosely to him.
Orlando's eyes had closed again as he pressed light kisses around the back of Sean's hand and fingers. He was lost. Lost in the feel, smell and taste of Sean. He felt drunker than he ever had on alcohol, but without any of the unpleasantness. His head was spinning, but he wasn't about to pass out. His stomach was fluttering but he was not about to be sick. His knees felt weak, so he leaned into the comfortable warmth of Sean's hand on his back, felt the support and sighed. Shifting, he moved Sean's left hand around his back and removed his right hand, drawing it up before their faces. Tilting his head so that he had better light, he watched Sean's hand. Saw it practically glow in the moonlight, traced the lines and curves of his palm, held it up to his own left hand, matched them up fingertip to fingertip, pressed them together, felt the beating of Sean's pulse through his own fingers, felt his own pulse beating through to Sean's. He raised his gaze to meet Sean's, wonder, want and what felt like sheer electricity radiating out through his eyes. Sean returned the charged stare but made no move toward Orlando. They looked at each other for what seemed like ages, Sean's hand sandwiched between Orlando's, fingers pressed together, pulsing in what seemed like the same rhythm.
They breathed in unison as well, Sean so lost in Orlando's eyes that he barely registered that Orlando had moved their hands and was breathing now on his hand, warmth washing over his flesh seeming to echo the waves he could hear on the beach. Orlando shifted his head, breaking the eye contact, and Sean let his own eyes close so he could focus on simply feeling. Feeling the warmth of Orli's body close to his, feeling Orli's breath move over the back of his hand, the center of his palm, each finger individually, feeling the hairs all over his body stand on end, feeling the gooseflesh rise on his skin. He clenched onto Orlando's hand, causing a small negative sounding murmur to come out of Orlando's mouth. He relaxed his grip, letting his hand go limp in Orlando's grasp, fought a small battle with eyelids and forced them to flutter open, and watched as Orlando, his own eyes closed and the barest whisper of a smile on his face, moved their hands. Felt Orlando's face against the palm of his hand as it was moved around. Wanted to linger, trace cheekbones and jawline, cup cheeks, caress skin. But forced himself to remain pliant, guided by Orlando. Memorized the texture of Orlando's skin, the slight rasp of stubble, the smooth, softness near his eyes, the slight tickle of eyelashes under his fingertips, the moisture of full lips pressing against him, not kissing or moving, just present under his fingers.
A light breeze flickered across the porch, the coolness a counterpoint to the heat of Orlando, making Sean whimper at the contrast. He sighed, shifted slightly closer, finally felt capable of some type of movement and slid his left hand from Orlando's waist, flexed his right hand against Orlando's cheek. Orlando blinked and found his own left hand now trapped between Sean's hands. The whisper-smile increased to a low murmur, and was accessorized by a few flutter-blinks. Sean's lips parted, and he leaned toward Orlando. When their lips were just about an inch apart, he raised Orlando's hand between them, pressing his own lips to just the fingertips. He licked each fingertip in turn, just the briefest of touches with his tongue. He locked eyes with Orlando again, watching the moon shimmer against the darkness as he moved his tongue to Orlando's palm, tracing slow circles, French kissing Orlando's palm like he was a youngster just practicing how to kiss. Heard the sigh-whisper come from Orlando's throat and twined their fingers together, moving his mouth to Orlando's swiftly to create and catch more cries. Let his thumb do a slow dance with Orlando's as they kissed, Sean experimenting with angles, pressure, tongue, capturing each moan and sigh that came from Orlando.
Their eyes fluttered open simultaneously as their lips parted, hovered near together. Orlando smiled, no whispers about it this time. He brought their joined hands up to his mouth, kissed the back of Sean's hand, watched Sean kiss the back of his hand. They kissed through their hands for a while, tongues still light, flickering, lips dancing, swirling. Moist hands fell aside as arms reached around for a full embrace and their mouths met once again. No more dancing or light touches in this kiss though. This kiss was demanding. This kiss was edgy, full of release even as it inspired more need. This kiss was full on, lips melded together, tongues swiping with bold strokes, hands moving, grabbing, pulling, kneading fabric-covered flesh. This kiss belonged to neither Sean nor Orlando, but to some primal force that insinuated itself into them both, taking over their bodies to express its own turbulent desires. This was the creature that Orlando had tried to subjugate earlier, and it apparently had a twin residing in Sean. Snarling, demanding, the creatures rushed out, battling fiercely together, choosing tongues, lips and teeth as their weapons, no dominance apparent, simply mutual strength, mutual thirst that demanded slaking. Greedily, Sean and Orlando lapped at each other, sucking and kissing so hard their teeth hurt. Finally, needing air, they forced their lips apart, forced the creatures to subside once again.
Shaking, gasping for breath, they stared, chests heaving, arms still around each other. Taking in a deep breath, releasing it forcefully, Orlando blinked several times, pinpoints of light flickering around his field of vision. He leaned in for one more whisper-kiss that deepened into more, Sean gathering him close again, lips still forceful but no longer desperate, his kiss deep, slow and strong. Releasing Orlando again, he took several deep breaths of his own as Orlando's eyes slowly opened.
"Um, I'm going to go back in." He smiled, disentangling himself from Sean slowly and then turning to walk away.
"Orlando."
He halted, turning around. Still smiling, he tilted his head. "Yes?"
Sean picked up Orlando's right hand, kissing the back of it with just the briefest swipe of tongue. "My turn next time."
Orlando smiled more broadly, sliding his hand from Sean's grasp, moving it to caress the curve of Sean's jaw. "I know."
Obsessive Fascination, part 2
Title: Hands Down
Series: Obsessive Fascination (part 2)
Author: Viper (viper@lionessandviper.com)
Website: The Factory (http://www.lionessandviper.com/rpsindex.html)
Pairing: Orlando/SeanB
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hands. Well, other body parts in passing, but mostly hands.
Notes: For Jen, who inspired The Bean's Knees, which grew into this series. Because she is filled with the Orlibean love and writes such completely uber-shibby fics that always leave me breathless and incoherent. And because said fics frequently remind me how much I love my Orlando muse, chatty little fuck that he is. And also because, as one of my wives, she is the Bean to my Orli, even if we are involved in an OSV triangle. :)
Disclaimer: No real body parts were licked or sucked or otherwise molested in the writing of this fic. And it's not real. And I don't profit from it.
Archiving: BTF, The Factory. Anyone else, please ask first.
Feedback: Always and forever. Cha.
He watched Sean hold the cards. Picked up his beer, swigged some, swallowed. Oh, Adam's apple. Throat constricting, swallowing. Don't get distracted. Plenty of time for distraction. Later. Tomorrow. Next week. A smattering of small, secret smiles and sidelong glances had confirmed that. He'd returned them all, confirming, reserving, anticipating. Smiles on lips. Lips that he decided he'd keep until last to fully explore. Well, almost last. Very last was already reserved. So much ground to cover, so much *flesh* to cover. Cover with his lips, fingertips, arms, legs, tongue, toes. Every part of his body exploring every part of Sean's. Learning, mapping, memorizing. With plenty of time for forays back to the knees. Base camp, so to speak. He imagined Sean's body with little yellow flags planted all over marking various conquests. Places his mouth had conquered, places his hands would soon be able to identify solely by touch.
Was Sean thinking the same things? Was he imagining all that he could learn about Orlando's body, or was he just focused on 'the main event'? Orlando didn't want the main event to happen too soon. Wanted to build up but for each build up to be an event in itself. Wanted so much to learn the whole of Sean part by part. Wanted it so much that his mouth watered at the mere thought of it. Would Sean think that strange, only do it to humour Orlando? Would he just put up with it so that Orlando would want to move to the fucking faster? Or did he have other parts of Orlando that he wouldn't mind suckling, nibbling and licking the way he did Orlando's ankles earlier? The gentle, tender, and yet ever so slightly possessive way that he licked and kissed, becoming bolder slowly. Lips. Warm, full lips with just the right pressure, first on the ankle, then on Orlando's mouth for the kiss that wasn't supposed to be. The kiss that just took over Orlando's brain and body and carried on, all on its own. Tasting of sand and saltwater and something quite indefinable that Orlando assumed was his brain, melted into liquid and seeping out through his mouth.
Lips. Could they be a sort of all purpose zone? Allowable after every encounter? Perhaps in between encounters? They still had to have their very own, because there was still so very much to learn about them, but he found their taste, texture, feel, to be something he wanted now. Wanted continually. Could feel the want as an entity in itself, growing in his gut, right under his heart, in the middle of his body. Large, heavy, making him quite breathless, probably pressing on his lungs as well as his heart. Growing, mutating, expanding, threatening to take over his body and move him across the room. No, can't have that, definitely cannot have that. Cannot have his body moving independently of his own will just because some large, mutant growth of needwantcraving had taken up residence in his abdomen. Have to go, move, not be in the sphere of Sean's influence for just a few minutes so that the creature would settle down and go back into hibernation.
He walked to the kitchen, grabbing another beer from the refrigerator, inhaling some of the cool air as he bent over. Deep breaths, then deep swallows of beer submerging the creature, and he felt relatively normal again. Strolling back into the main room, his eyes went to his original point of focus. Sean's hands. There was the obvious...sucking on fingers. He pondered that for a moment, let himself soak in the mental image of himself suckling on Sean's fingers, tongue swirling and licking, tasting and savouring. Nice. Very nice. Definitely something he wanted to do. Probably a great deal of.
But not the main thing he wanted to do with Sean's hands. He wanted to just breathe on them, feel his breath reflected back at him from Sean's skin. Smell the scent of Sean, trace all over the back of Sean's hands with his nose and mouth. He wanted to ask Sean to just relax his hand, completely let it go limp, and then press it to his face, feel Sean's fingers being moved along his cheek, not moving themselves, but being moved by his hand. He supposed that Sean would want to move his hand, to be more active in the touching, but no, Orlando wanted limp hands, pliant, flexible. For him to move as he chose. To hold in his own hands, stare at every little line and bump, trace veins with his fingers, watch the contrast of his hands with Sean's. Hold their hands up, palms together, to see how they matched up, fingertip to fingertip. Orlando thought that he remembered that you had little pulses in your fingertips. He wondered if when their hands were touching, if he'd be able to feel Sean's pulse through his fingers. He hoped so. He put down his beer bottle, wiped his hands on his shirt and pressed his own hands together hard until he could feel his own pulse beating. Took a deep shuddering breath imagining feeling that with Sean.
Orlando blinked, staring at his own hands, as he opened them up and picked up his beer bottle. He looked back at the table, found Sean's eyes fixed on him, the hint of a curious smile on his face. Orlando returned the smile, sipping on his beer. Sean turned back to the game, glanced at his cards, glanced back at Orlando, took a drink of his own beer, and tossed his cards down and folded. Shoving back from the table, he stretched, Orlando's gaze fixed on his hands as he linked them, cracking his knuckles. He looked back at Orlando, noticed him staring, smiled, looked at his own hands, back at Orlando, smiled again and stood, picked up his beer and headed outside.
After a few minutes, Orlando followed, unnoticed in the chaos that the game had degenerated into. He found Sean standing on the deck, empty beer bottle by his feet. Sean turned, smile returning to his face at the sight of Orlando. "Come on." He gestured with his head as he started to walk around the deck to the side of the house. He barely made it around the corner. Feeling Orlando close behind him, he started to turn around, never quite completing the turn before his lips were taken over by Orlando's, the tentativeness of their earlier kiss only lasting for a brief blink, vanishing into the air, chased away by the sound Sean made that quickly mutated from surprise into pleasure. He barely noticed that Orlando's hands had slipped into his, lacing their fingers together. They stood, chests pressing together, hands linked at their sides as they kissed.
Sean moved to wrap his arms around Orlando, but found them held at his sides, Orlando's fingers tightening on his, Orlando's mouth letting out a little grumble that Sean took as a negative. He replied with a small 'whatever' noise, still unwilling to let Orlando's lips go long enough to switch communication from sounds to words. Simply leaning in, soaking up more of Orlando's warmth, he let himself focus on his lips. His lips and Orlando's lips. His lips on Orlando's lips. Orlando's lips on his lips. Their lips. Together. Moving, shifting, learning. He never thought he'd be so keen on learning. Always hated school. Now wanted to go back to learn proper study skills so that he could memorize every moment of this, whatever this was, is, would become. Wanted to take notes, sketches, flow charts that were colour coded and cross fucking referenced if it meant that he could always have this moment crystal clear before him. Always have the feel of soft, slightly windchapped, wet lips under his own. The flavour of beer that tasted so much better warm, licked out of Orlando's mouth. The pressure of Orlando's fingers squeezing his own lightly now, moving in a squirmy kind of way and tracing over his knuckles. Orlando let one of his hands free itself, and it immediately wrapped itself around Orlando's back, pressing them closer together as Sean moaned again as he felt the heat of Orlando's body radiating into his body, soaking in like Orlando was his personal sun and existed only to warm him, heat him, melt the very core of his being. Fucking hell.
His next moan was interrupted as Orlando added something to their kiss. A finger. Sean's own finger. What the....Orlando licked at the finger, sucked on it as he continued to kiss Sean, tongue moving with skill to calm Sean's initial confusion. Sean sighed, not willing to give up the kiss even with the strange feeling of his own finger added into the mix. He focused on Orlando. Orlando's mouth, Orlando's tongue laving over his own, Orlando making small noises in the back of his throat as he licked, sucked and kissed. Sean moaned, this time in protest, as their lips parted and hands parted, his eyes sliding half open to watch as Orlando focused his attentions on Sean's hand. Breathing heavily, he struggled to calm himself, as he watched Orlando's hands surround his own left hand. He watched as lips, swollen and moist from their kiss, fastened around his fingers, one by one. Orlando's tongue fluttered over the tips as he sucked, his own eyes closed, a contented sound humming in the back of his throat.
Sean tilted his head, keeping his body pressed as close as he could to Orlando as he watched. Gently sliding Sean's pinky finger in and out of his mouth, Orlando let his tongue travel down to Sean's wrist. Sean jumped slightly at the slight tickle he felt as Orlando's lips traced ever so lightly over his wrist, tongue just darting out now and then for small exploratory licks. Orlando paused, lips resting over Sean's pulse point, and Sean could feel his heart beating faster, transmitted through Orlando's lips. Orlando smiled, looking at him only briefly as he moved on to the back of Sean's wrist and hand. Needing more contact, Sean let his right hand snake around to hold Orlando loosely to him.
Orlando's eyes had closed again as he pressed light kisses around the back of Sean's hand and fingers. He was lost. Lost in the feel, smell and taste of Sean. He felt drunker than he ever had on alcohol, but without any of the unpleasantness. His head was spinning, but he wasn't about to pass out. His stomach was fluttering but he was not about to be sick. His knees felt weak, so he leaned into the comfortable warmth of Sean's hand on his back, felt the support and sighed. Shifting, he moved Sean's left hand around his back and removed his right hand, drawing it up before their faces. Tilting his head so that he had better light, he watched Sean's hand. Saw it practically glow in the moonlight, traced the lines and curves of his palm, held it up to his own left hand, matched them up fingertip to fingertip, pressed them together, felt the beating of Sean's pulse through his own fingers, felt his own pulse beating through to Sean's. He raised his gaze to meet Sean's, wonder, want and what felt like sheer electricity radiating out through his eyes. Sean returned the charged stare but made no move toward Orlando. They looked at each other for what seemed like ages, Sean's hand sandwiched between Orlando's, fingers pressed together, pulsing in what seemed like the same rhythm.
They breathed in unison as well, Sean so lost in Orlando's eyes that he barely registered that Orlando had moved their hands and was breathing now on his hand, warmth washing over his flesh seeming to echo the waves he could hear on the beach. Orlando shifted his head, breaking the eye contact, and Sean let his own eyes close so he could focus on simply feeling. Feeling the warmth of Orli's body close to his, feeling Orli's breath move over the back of his hand, the center of his palm, each finger individually, feeling the hairs all over his body stand on end, feeling the gooseflesh rise on his skin. He clenched onto Orlando's hand, causing a small negative sounding murmur to come out of Orlando's mouth. He relaxed his grip, letting his hand go limp in Orlando's grasp, fought a small battle with eyelids and forced them to flutter open, and watched as Orlando, his own eyes closed and the barest whisper of a smile on his face, moved their hands. Felt Orlando's face against the palm of his hand as it was moved around. Wanted to linger, trace cheekbones and jawline, cup cheeks, caress skin. But forced himself to remain pliant, guided by Orlando. Memorized the texture of Orlando's skin, the slight rasp of stubble, the smooth, softness near his eyes, the slight tickle of eyelashes under his fingertips, the moisture of full lips pressing against him, not kissing or moving, just present under his fingers.
A light breeze flickered across the porch, the coolness a counterpoint to the heat of Orlando, making Sean whimper at the contrast. He sighed, shifted slightly closer, finally felt capable of some type of movement and slid his left hand from Orlando's waist, flexed his right hand against Orlando's cheek. Orlando blinked and found his own left hand now trapped between Sean's hands. The whisper-smile increased to a low murmur, and was accessorized by a few flutter-blinks. Sean's lips parted, and he leaned toward Orlando. When their lips were just about an inch apart, he raised Orlando's hand between them, pressing his own lips to just the fingertips. He licked each fingertip in turn, just the briefest of touches with his tongue. He locked eyes with Orlando again, watching the moon shimmer against the darkness as he moved his tongue to Orlando's palm, tracing slow circles, French kissing Orlando's palm like he was a youngster just practicing how to kiss. Heard the sigh-whisper come from Orlando's throat and twined their fingers together, moving his mouth to Orlando's swiftly to create and catch more cries. Let his thumb do a slow dance with Orlando's as they kissed, Sean experimenting with angles, pressure, tongue, capturing each moan and sigh that came from Orlando.
Their eyes fluttered open simultaneously as their lips parted, hovered near together. Orlando smiled, no whispers about it this time. He brought their joined hands up to his mouth, kissed the back of Sean's hand, watched Sean kiss the back of his hand. They kissed through their hands for a while, tongues still light, flickering, lips dancing, swirling. Moist hands fell aside as arms reached around for a full embrace and their mouths met once again. No more dancing or light touches in this kiss though. This kiss was demanding. This kiss was edgy, full of release even as it inspired more need. This kiss was full on, lips melded together, tongues swiping with bold strokes, hands moving, grabbing, pulling, kneading fabric-covered flesh. This kiss belonged to neither Sean nor Orlando, but to some primal force that insinuated itself into them both, taking over their bodies to express its own turbulent desires. This was the creature that Orlando had tried to subjugate earlier, and it apparently had a twin residing in Sean. Snarling, demanding, the creatures rushed out, battling fiercely together, choosing tongues, lips and teeth as their weapons, no dominance apparent, simply mutual strength, mutual thirst that demanded slaking. Greedily, Sean and Orlando lapped at each other, sucking and kissing so hard their teeth hurt. Finally, needing air, they forced their lips apart, forced the creatures to subside once again.
Shaking, gasping for breath, they stared, chests heaving, arms still around each other. Taking in a deep breath, releasing it forcefully, Orlando blinked several times, pinpoints of light flickering around his field of vision. He leaned in for one more whisper-kiss that deepened into more, Sean gathering him close again, lips still forceful but no longer desperate, his kiss deep, slow and strong. Releasing Orlando again, he took several deep breaths of his own as Orlando's eyes slowly opened.
"Um, I'm going to go back in." He smiled, disentangling himself from Sean slowly and then turning to walk away.
"Orlando."
He halted, turning around. Still smiling, he tilted his head. "Yes?"
Sean picked up Orlando's right hand, kissing the back of it with just the briefest swipe of tongue. "My turn next time."
Orlando smiled more broadly, sliding his hand from Sean's grasp, moving it to caress the curve of Sean's jaw. "I know."
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