Orlando turned from the closet, pleased at the surprise in Karl's voice. "We managed to wrap up ahead of schedule, so I caught an earlier flight." "So I see," Karl said, with a quiet chuckle as Orlando stepped in for a welcoming kiss. Their tongues slid together, slow and lazy, and Orlando poured all of the loneliness he'd felt the last two weeks into it. Small wonder they were both breathing hard when they separated. "Where's Harry?" "Bangkok," Karl replied, tossing his jacket and tie to the foot of the bed as he let his eyes roam over Orlando. He preened just a little, knew just how good he looked in the crimson linen shirt and black dress trousers. "Oh?" One eyebrow arched. "And Dave?" "London. Something for Viggo." "So it's just the two of us then." When Karl nodded, a slow smile spread across Orlando's face. He stepped in again, chest brushing Karl's, and tipped his head as if for a kiss. At the last second, he shifted just enough to let his lips trail along Karl's cheek to his ear. "Been a long two weeks." "So it has," Karl said, and Orlando could hear the lust and amusement in Karl's voice, feel the need and love snapping through their bond. //Well, then…// Warm lips closed over Karl's earlobe, a sharp fang barely grazing soft skin, and Orlando's fingers tangled in Karl's hair. //I think you should give me a proper welcome home.// "Do you?" Yes, definitely amused. And aroused. Which was exactly how Orlando wanted him. "And what would you consider proper?" A soft, wet tongue traced the shell of Karl's ear, and Orlando laughed. //You could start on your knees…// Onto Surprise
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