"Some rayon/acetone combination." Lawrence sat on the edge of the bed, Orlando's shirt in his hand, bare chest gleaming in the candlelight. "Great, innit?" "It's perfect." Orlando wiggled around, the shirt falling to mid-thigh, practically swallowing him. "Looks good on you." "Yeah?" Lawrence's eyes darkened as he watched Orlando. He started rubbing Orlando's shirt across his chest in slow, deliberate movements. "And what's this made of?" "Um -- cotton blend. Egyptian. God, you're hot." Orlando licked his lips and started rubbing the hem of Lawrence's shirt over his cock. "You don't mind, do you?" "No, not at all. Mind if I return the favor?" "No, no. Please." Orlando moaned as the smooth fabric slid over and around his erection, moaned again when Lawrence leaned back on the bed, wrapping Orlando's shirt around his cock. "I want to watch you." "Good." Lawrence smiled, dark, seductive. "Want to watch you, too." Between the possessive, hot look in Lawrence's eyes, the visual feast of watching Lawrence pleasure himself with Orlando's shirt, and the rough/slide feel of the fabric rubbing over his own cock, Orlando wasn't sure how long he was going to last. This was, without a doubt, the hottest thing he'd ever done. "C'mere." Lawrence patted his knee with his free hand, still slowly stroking the shirt across heated skin. Orlando padded across the plush carpet and dropped himself over Lawrence, thighs draped on either side of Lawrence's hips. "This what you -- oh." Orlando's head fell back when Lawrence placed a hand over his and set a slow, rocking rhythm. "Like that, do you?" "Y-yeah." Soft lips nudged the shirt collar out of the way and closed over Orlando's throat as he rocked his hips up, seeking more. "Pretty." The hand over his sped up and the slick friction combined with Lawrence's fingers tightening around him was too much. Orlando came with a soft groan, head buried in Lawrence's shoulder. "Very pretty," Lawrence said, fist still closed around his own cock, speeding up. "Bet you're prettier," Orlando mumbled, head lolling back so he could watch Lawrence. Lawrence kept his eyes locked with Orlando's as he came, fist wrapped firmly over bright fabric, tightening his hold on Orlando's hand as he moaned Orlando's name in a broken whimper. And Orlando was right -- it was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. "Don't think I'm giving you your shirt back," Lawrence said a few minutes later, when he could speak again in complete sentences. Orlando laughed and finally brushed his lips over Lawrence's, tongue darting out to sample and taste. "Think I'll keep yours as well." "Looks better on you anyway." "Mine certainly looks better wrapped around your cock." Another meeting of lips, tongues lightly tangling together before parting. "Have I mentioned how hot you are?" "Not lately. Have I? Cause, yeah, you're just --" Lawrence cupped the back of Orlando's head and brought their lips together in a furious, sweeping kiss. "God, yeah," Orlando gasped, already pushing the shirt aside to finally touch firm flesh. "Give you my entire wardrobe if you come like that for me all the time." "Nah." Lawrence licked a slow path along the pulse hammering in Orlando's neck. "We'll just go shopping."
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