Orlando stretched, slid his body over the cotton sheets, over the warm body behind him. A sleek chest pressed against his back, cock nestled against his ass, legs scratchy with hairs tangled with his, arm drawing him in closer to Karl's warmth. "Morning," Karl breathed, voice still heavy with sleep, deep and scratchy and so very sexy. Orlando could listen to Karl all day, all night. Orlando half turned, kissed Karl's chin, licked his jaw. "Morning." Karl smiled, buried his nose in Orlando's neck, tickling the soft hairs. "We don't have to be anywhere today, do we?" Orlando shook his head, tilted his neck so Karl could have better access. "Not until late. Night shooting this week." "Wonderful." Karl's hand strayed down to Orlando's cock, circled him, started moving up and down in slow, gentle strokes. "Plenty of time to be lazy." Orlando placed his hand over Karl's, moved with him, shifted back so he was thrusting his hips against Karl's erection. "Lazy sounds good." Karl gently bit his neck, soothed the hurt with a slow swipe of his tongue. "Have I mentioned yet today how much I love you?" "Not yet." Orlando sped up their hands, hips now pushing rhythmically against Karl's thrusts. "I love you." "Love you too." It came out as a groan as Karl's hand found the perfect tempo, the perfect combination of slow and hard that had Orlando arching his back into Karl, arching into the lips sliding over his shoulder. Breathing became harsh, strained, stopped almost completely as they came within moments of each other. Orlando sighed, air finally reentering his lungs for some much needed oxygen. "You really need to look up the word lazy in the dictionary," he smiled, turning again to place a soft kiss on Karl's lips. "Why? You like my definition, right?" Karl asked, winking. Well, when he put it like that...Orlando grinned, leaned into Karl's touch. "Let's see how lazy we can be again."
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