"A promise." Orlando brushed past Harry, the scent of Lagerfeld teasing his senses, and Harry let the door shut behind him when he followed Orlando into the disaster that was the living room. Not that the living room was always a disaster, mind, but Harry hadn't gotten around to cleaning from the previous evening's impromptu wrestling match between himself and Karl that had wound up in loud, sweaty, carpet sex. Making a mess was always preferable to cleaning up after. "Where is he?" Orlando asked, when his gaze returned to Harry. "He?" Harry repeated, glancing around the room to see if anyone had managed to sneak in while he wasn't looking. Given his proclivity to ignore the world when he was working, it wasn't as far-fetched a notion as one would think. "Yeah, he." Orlando furrowed his brows in that really cute way he did when he was confused – which was rather frequent, if Harry's memory served. "He, being your other – though not necessarily better – half, he." "Ah, he." He being Karl, of course. Come to think on it, where was Karl? Harry pursed his lips in thought, drew a blank, then remembered Karl coming into the office while he'd been knee deep in plotting a scene and telling him he was off to the pub for a bit. Harry had no idea how long ago that was, but Karl would turn back up at some point. He always did. "Well, he's not home yet," Harry finally said. "You flew all the way out here to talk to him?" "Something like that," Orlando smiled, showing off brilliant white teeth, then stepped closer. "Sorry for being rude, by the way." Harry found himself with a armful of affectionate male a moment later – one who was currently squeezing his waist tight and burrowing closer like some sort of human heat-seeking missile or one of those dwarf hamsters looking for a dark place to relax. Not that Orlando was especially dwarfish or missile-like, but, well, Harry was utter crap with metaphors. Orlando was warm and hugging him tight and nuzzling his neck. He smelled like soap and male – clean, but with that sharp undercurrent of Lagerfeld. It was a great combination. There were far worse things Harry could be doing with his time. Like, say, cleaning. When Orlando lifted his head, his smile was at once shy and hungry. "Hi." "Hi yourself," Harry replied, but didn't let go. No need to upset the apple cart, as it were. Harry wasn't the type to deny himself when something felt good, and right now, Orlando's muscled, slender body plastered against his own felt pretty damn good. "Hey, listen." Orlando moistened his lips, and Harry watched in fascination as they glistened rather invitingly. Harry'd had a lot of fantasies involving Orlando's lips over the years. "Has Karl talked to you?" Of course he'd talked to Karl about his fantasies and Orlando's lips. He talked to Karl about everything. Harry was dead certain, however, that wasn't what Orlando meant. "Um." He forced his gaze away from Orlando's still very inviting lips, and back to the actual conversation. "I talk to him every day." "Very funny. You know what I'm talking about." Not really, but then, Harry was never one to let the little things stop him. "Remind me," he finally said, hoping for a clue. Chances were, Karl probably had told him at one point, but there was no telling when that was, or even if Harry had been paying attention at the time. When Orlando gave it to him (the clue, that is), it was the last thing he was expecting. Gentle lips slid over his, hummingbird fast, and just as soft. "My reward," Orlando murmured, and the next thing Harry knew, he was being laid flat by an utterly enthusiastic, no-holds barred kiss. There was the wet slick of Orlando's tongue, the firm glide of Orlando's lips, and Orlando's body pressing against him in total, reckless need. Harry still had no idea what Orlando was talking about (something about a reward, although Harry wasn't sure what that had to do with kissing), but he wasn't so slow on the uptake that he couldn't take advantage of the situation. Especially when that situation involved (finally) getting a crack at those lips. With a low growl, Harry tipped Orlando over the back of the sofa and tumbled after him, pressing down, feasting on Orlando's mouth and Orlando's whimpers like they were chocolate. Something of the dark variety, like German, only in kissing form. Orlando returned each hard, possessive kiss with reckless enthusiasm, wet tongue gliding against his, thigh wedged between Harry's as they ground their hips together. Judging from the feel of things, Orlando was as involved in the kiss as Harry. He had Orlando's t-shirt shoved up under his armpits and was busy flicking his tongue slowly across flat nipples, acquainting himself with the soft, sweet taste of Orlando's skin, by the time he figured out they weren't alone in the room. But then, who could blame him for that when he was busy in such a delightful manner? He lifted his head, brain cloudy with lust, ignoring Orlando's whimpers of protest. "Oh, hullo, Karl," he said, speaking to the man looming over them, the sunlight from the opened windows shadowing Karl's expression. Harry squinted to try to decipher the look, and couldn't. But then, he never could, so it wasn't like he was really bothered by it. If Karl was truly upset, he'd have been far more vocal. "Hey, Sin," Karl said, and tucked a stray bit of dark hair behind his ear. He was growing it out again for an upcoming role, which suited Harry just fine. He liked Karl's hair long – more to grab onto during sex. If Karl thought there was anything odd about his lover lying on top of one of their friends (a friend who was currently half-naked) on their sofa, he didn't mention it. Harry supposed, given Karl's self-admitted extremely colorful past, that he was probably used to it. "Karl!" Orlando tried to scramble out from under Harry, but Harry wasn't having any of it. "Where're you off to?" he asked. "Um..." Orlando's head jerked wildly from Karl to Harry, eyes wide with apprehension. "Well, I was just...we were just...um...isn't this supposed to be, like, awkward? Or something?" "Only if you weren't planning on me joining in," Karl replied, mildly. He dropped to his haunches, and now Harry could see that, far from being upset, Karl was, in fact, quite amused. His grin was wide, feral and slightly dangerous, lighting remarkable hazel eyes with a gleeful sort of mischief that had Harry hard and aching all over again. That smile always meant fantastic, screaming, fuck-'til-they-were-too-sore-to-move, really athletic sex. Orlando, however, didn't seem to feel the same way about Karl's smile. "Would you stay still?" Harry said, trying, once again, to still the squirming man underneath him. "You move much more and you're going to damage something I don't think you want damaged." "Oh, sorry." Orlando looked apologetically up at Harry, then over at Karl. "You sure this is alright, then? I mean, that he and I were just...I mean, I know you said it when we talked, but did you mean it?" "Well, that depends," Karl drawled, watching Orlando with another enigmatic look. "Did you fuck Eric?" "Twice," Orlando admitted, in a soft, but proud, voice. "Then I'd definitely say our bargain still holds." Harry had no idea who this Eric bloke was or why it was important to Karl that Orlando fucked him (twice, apparently, the lucky bastard), but as long as Karl and Orlando knew what they were talking about, all was right with Harry's world. He figured it had something to do with Orlando's supposed reward, which hopefully was what all the kissing was leading up to. And, quite frankly, Harry didn't give a fig who Orlando had fucked in the past, as long as he was next. Speaking of, Orlando still had his shirt (barely) on, and that was really a shame. Harry thought he'd just be a good friend, like, and finish removing it. "Much better," he murmured, and bent his head back to Orlando's chest, licking each collar bone before moving down, roaming his leisure way across a surprisingly muscled chest. Orlando had remarkably soft skin. The rest of the clothes were definitely going to have to come off soon so Harry could continue exploring. Harry'd had a lot of fantasies involving getting Orlando naked, too. "Uh – ngh." Orlando made another inaudible, very sexy noise. "So, um, God, Harry..." "Yeah, he is good at that, isn't he?" Karl asked, once again sounding amused and, bless him, also rather aroused. Harry wondered if he could talk Karl into fucking him while he fucked Orlando. He wondered if Orlando ever bottomed. Ah, well, if he didn't, then maybe Karl and Orlando could take turns fucking him until they all wore each other out. Harry wasn't all that picky as long as he was getting off, which he definitely intended on doing as many times as humanly possible. Orlando had, after all, packed a very small bag, so Harry had no real idea how long he'd be staying, although he hoped it was more than a couple of days. "If you're here for your reward, would be a pity not to give it to you," Karl said and Harry could feel Karl's hand, fleeting, across his back before Karl's lips crested Orlando's ear. "How would you like us?" "I, um, hadn't..." Orlando whimpered again – lovely sound that – and turned his head, snagging the back of Karl's neck for a quick, hard kiss. "Promised." "So I did," Karl replied, his voice full of gentle affection and need. "Would you like us to fuck you or would you like to fuck us?" "All of it. Everything." All of it and everything sounded good to Harry, who couldn't quite decide which part – Karl's voice or him licking Orlando's chest – was making Orlando moan more. Or maybe it was that Harry was currently scooting down (as much as he could, given the sofa's dimensions) and nuzzling Orlando's groin through his jeans. Whatever it was, it was something Harry decided he definitely liked. "Harry, love, don't I get a kiss hello?" "Hmm?" Harry paused in the act of unzipping Orlando's jeans. "Yeah, of course," he said and leaned up to fuse his mouth to Karl's, tasting the faint remnants of lager and crisps mixed with Karl's darker taste. Harry loved the way that Karl kissed – all untamed passion and jabbing tongue and heated lips. Loved everything about Karl really, from head to toes, and Harry loved nothing more than spending time showing Karl, in many x-rated ways, how much he loved Karl's everything. He sighed with great satisfaction when Karl lifted his head. "What should we do with him?" Karl asked, and Harry glanced up to glimpse Orlando looking at them with the hungriest expression he'd ever seen. "Keep him?" Harry suggested, with a slight shrug. He thought it was a fine idea. God knew, they'd both talked about getting Orlando naked and in bed with them often enough. Clever of Karl, really, to use this Eric bloke (whoever he was) to get Orlando to come to them. So to speak. "I couldn't agree more," Karl replied, warm approval in his voice. Harry noticed that Orlando just continued to watch them with wide eyes. "How should we convince him to let us?" Harry scratched his head in thought, then tugged Orlando's jeans down over slender legs. No boxers. Nice. Orlando's cock, just as nicely proportioned as the rest of him, bobbed free, and Harry couldn't resist giving it a friendly long swipe with his tongue. Orlando whimpered again, and Harry decided then and there that he was getting Orlando to make that sound as many times as humanly possible. "Dunno that we should give him a choice," Harry mused. "Don't feel like giving him one." "Would you like to fuck him, then?" Karl asked, nipping Harry's ear. Harry shivered in delicious ecstasy. Karl's touch could always reduce him to begging in mere seconds. "Would you like Harry to fuck your ass, Orlando?" Orlando groaned and arched up into Harry. "Please..." "While you're sucking my cock, maybe showing me if you still remember all of those lessons I taught you..." Karl captured Orlando's lips again and Harry rested his chin on Orlando's thigh as he watched. It was a very pretty sight. Pink tongues swirling together, long lashes fluttering, tapered hands on tanned skin...yeah, this was definitely worth waiting for. And since Harry was never big on restraint, and couldn't see the need in it, especially at a time like this, he leaned up to join them. Instantly, they both curled their tongues around his, arching and twisting, and the sheer wet heat of it had Harry so hard he was surprised he was still breathing. A man could certainly get used to this. And, of course, there was still all of Orlando's skin to enjoy and Orlando's hard, sweet-looking prick, just begging for some attention. After another hungry kiss, Harry slid back down Orlando's body, and wrapped his lips around the head. Oh yeah, sweet as fucking chocolate, only much, much better. Harry could hear Orlando's muffled yelp, figured that Karl was keeping Orlando pretty well-occupied. Which was fine. More time for him to play. He slid his lips down Orlando's length, humming again as he tasted salty-slick skin. He busied himself with sucking Orlando off, smiled around Orlando's cock when he felt long fingers thread through his hair. He didn't mind at all – he wanted to make Orlando feel good, and if Orlando wanted to guide him as to what he liked best, Harry didn't see any kind of problem with it. He liked the way Orlando touched him, too, with reverence and affection all mixed together. He glanced up and saw Karl and Orlando trying to annihilate each other with a succession of hard, sliding kisses. Orlando was also trying his best to help Karl get out of his clothes, which was also just fine. Harry preferred Karl naked, and tried his best to make sure he got his way more often than not. When he felt the heated press of skin against his cheek, he popped Orlando's prick out of his mouth and saw Karl's cock bobbing in front of him, hard and ready and perfect. He greedily swallowed as much as he could, wrapping his lips tight around the length the way he knew that Karl loved best, and fondled the heavy sac between Karl's thighs. Orlando tasted fantastic, no doubt about it, but Karl was familiar and satisfying, and the taste of him was normally enough to have Harry practically coming on a good day. "Fuck, that's gorgeous," he heard Orlando murmur and Harry quite agreed. Karl's cock was definitely a thing of beauty, and probably belonged in a museum, but thankfully it wasn't, otherwise Harry (and now Orlando) would never know the joys of it. And speaking of joys, it wouldn't do to leave Orlando out – quite rude, actually, since Orlando'd flown all this way – so Harry divided his time between them, laving both of them with eager swipes of his tongue, curling his fingers tight around the length of their cocks, and jerking them both off in time. It took a few awkward minutes before he got a rhythm, but no one complained, so Harry figured it was all good. "Fuck, Harry, gonna –" Both of Orlando's hands buried themselves in Harry's hair, and Harry could feel Orlando's orgasm start from his toes and move upwards. Normally, Harry had a rule about swallowing strange spunk, but this was Orlando and Orlando wasn't that strange, not really. Besides, if Harry swallowed, then Orlando definitely owed him. And Harry had plans for Orlando's lips. As well as the rest of Orlando's body. "You always look so fucking hot when you do that," Karl remarked, sounding breathless and turned on, and pulled Harry to him for a very thorough kiss. Harry happily shared Orlando's come with Karl, as he shared everything with Karl, and they spent a lovely few minutes lazily dueling tongues before parting. "Ready for more, Orlando?" Harry asked, glancing down at the rather lovely sight of Orlando, sloe-eyed and sated, lounging on his back on his and Karl's rather well-worn sofa, looking up at the both of them like they were the answer to his every prayer. This was even better than any of his lighthearted, unrealistic (so he'd thought) fantasies involving Orlando and the kitchen counter. "Perhaps we should move this to the bedroom," Karl suggested, running a hand along Orlando's thigh. "And Harry, you really should lose your clothes." "I always did love your mind." "Along with everything else," Karl winked, waggling his eyebrows, and Harry watched as Orlando all but crawled into Karl's lap, feasting on Karl's mouth like he was starving. And maybe he was, Harry didn't know. He certainly craved Karl enough himself. "Thank you," Orlando murmured, licking along the side of Karl's neck. Harry wasn't sure what Orlando had to be thankful for when he and Karl were the ones getting the gift, but he wasn't going to complain. If Orlando was thankful, he'd probably be more willing to the idea of being bent over flat surfaces and fucked. And there were plenty of places Harry could think to fuck – or be fucked by – Orlando. Or, even better, to have Karl fuck Orlando while Harry watched and wanked. Yeah, that'd be hot. "Definitely not leaving," Harry said aloud, stripping off his shirt as he joined in the moist tangle of lips and tongues. Harry had a lot of plans, and none of them were going anywhere until Harry was through with them. However long it took.
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