Sean took a long breath, let it out, as he stood outside of Orlando's hotel room. He wanted this. No sense denying it, really. He'd wanted this for awhile now. But, he was 42 years old, and he'd wanted a lot of things in his life that he'd never gotten. So why was he here again? Because Orlando had asked. And Viggo had said yes. It was just that simple, really. Sean had one more chance to imprint his brain with memory, to indulge in Orlando's cinnamon taste. One more time to be lovers, one more time to lose himself in that lovely body. He knocked on the door, and his heart just stumbled when Orlando answered, wearing only a loosely fitted towel and a shy, sweet smile. "Sean!" Orlando looked embarrassed. "Sorry, thought you were going to be a bit. I was going to hop in the shower quick-like." Sean barely heard him. He could only stand there in the doorway and stare at those graceful shoulders, at that sleekly toned chest, at the black trail of hair that started at Orlando's stomach and disappeared into the towel. Tan skin glowed, beckoned, was set off to perfection by the whiteness of the cloth around his hips. Sean clenched and unclenched his fists, tried to slow his breathing, tried to control the sudden raging hunger inside him. Take...he wanted to take. "Sean? You okay?" Orlando reached out with one of those enticing arms, trailed a hand along Sean's electrified skin. The touch proved to be too much for Sean's already strained patience. With a growl that was part snarl, Sean pounced, hauling Orlando against him and up against the wall in the foyer. The front door slammed shut behind them, but neither one noticed. Orlando couldn't look away from Sean's eyes. There was something new in them, a feral kind of possessiveness that turned them emerald and made him burn. There was something not quite tame in the solid body that was pressing him into the wall, in the hands that were holding onto his waist, spanning it with rough fingers. And there was something hot and raw in Sean's voice when he spoke. "I'm not going to be gentle." God...was Orlando's only thought before Sean's mouth claimed his in a voracious kiss that incinerated and vaporized. This was not the patient teacher from two years ago. This was a ravenous beast who only wanted to conquer. Orlando clutched at Sean's shoulders as Sean pressed him into the wall, his tongue pillaging Orlando's mouth, his teeth sinking into Orlando's lower lip. Skilled hands ripped off Orlando's towel and Sean's mouth on his was almost brutal as a hand closed over him, moved over his cock in steady, fast strokes. No time to prepare, no time to breathe, no time to do anything other than react, to be taken, to drown in shattering kisses and blazing fingers. Orlando came almost immediately, came hard, as Sean swallowed Orlando's shout of release with another bold swipe of his tongue, with another kiss that had Orlando hard again in seconds, aching for more. "Good God." Orlando bit into Sean's neck, chest heaving as he struggled for air. "I don't think God has too much to do with this," Sean replied and Orlando glanced up to see that Sean's eyes had lost none of that predatory look. "Again, Orlando. Come for me again." "I don't think..." Orlando's soft protest died in his throat as Sean now moved down his body, used that white-hot mouth to sear a path down Orlando's chest to his stomach. "Again," Sean told him, his voice a seductive purr as he sank to his knees and took Orlando's cock in his mouth. Fleeting thought was erased...fucking Christ. Orlando sunk his fingers into baby-fine blond hair and used the wall to support his shaky legs as Sean's mouth plundered his cock, consumed him in a greedy throat. Orlando's gaze was locked to the sight of his shaft disappearing again and again in Sean's mouth as Sean sucked and laved, used his tongue to sweep the underside of his penis even as his teeth scraped and nibbled, teased and roused. Just...fuck...Orlando used Sean's head for leverage as he pumped his hips, not caring if he bruised the other man, not caring if he was gentle, if he was considerate. His only thought was on the wet heat surrounding his cock, on the choked humming sound Sean made that tingled up his erection. He clenched his teeth, flexed his thighs as another orgasm, more intense than the last one, tore through him, had him reeling and blind. Sean kissed his way back up Orlando's sated body -- now he was gentle, now he took his time with slow licks and lingering brushes of lips on skin. Orlando simply stood there, lost, clutching to Sean's shoulders, letting Sean support him, hold him up. "I don't know about you, but I feel better," Sean said, placing a last kiss on the soft spot of Orlando's nape. Orlando rolled his head, peered up at him through bleary brown eyes. "Am I dead?" he asked with something like awe. Sean laughed, delighted. "No, love, you're not." "Sure feels like it." In answer, Sean just picked him up and carried him to the bed, lowering him on soft sheets. "Well, I still have plans for you, so I'd like to keep you alive for a bit, if you don't mind." As Sean said this, he was busy sliding his shirt off his chest and his jeans off his legs. Impossibly, Orlando's body stirred as Sean stripped, revealing a body that was even more toned, more graceful than the last time Orlando had seen it. "You are so beautiful," he said, letting his gaze rove over the lithe, graceful planes. Sean smiled, though his cheeks went pink around the edges. "No, I'm not. But you are." He crawled on the bed until he was stretched out over Orlando, sliding bare skin across bare skin in erotic movements. "I have missed this," Sean admitted. Orlando smirked, ran his hands up Sean's sides, reveling in the feel of soft skin and hard muscle under his fingers. "I could tell." Sean winked at him, the gesture erotic and intimate. "It has been two years. That's a long time." "Yes, it is." Orlando ran his hands up Sean's supple back, cupped the nape of his neck. "Let me show you what I remember." He claimed Sean's lips, boldly thrusting his tongue into the other man's open mouth. Kissing Sean was like bungee jumping and skydiving combined...a lovely free fall with the best of nets to catch you when you were done. Orlando trusted Sean to catch him, so he let himself go. "Christ, you are so sweet." Sean stroked Orlando's cheeks, his forehead, causing tiny shivers throughout Orlando's body. "Sweeter than any strawberry." Orlando moaned low in his throat, shuddered. "God, I love that." "What?" "That word. Could you...um...y'know, say it again?" Orlando's fingers danced along Sean's sternum, curled fingers in the light hairs that rested there. Sean tried to remember the question. "What?" "Strawberry." "What are you talking about?" Big, impossibly beautiful brown eyes stared back at him. "Just say it. Please." Sean could deny Orlando nothing, not even a bizarre request. "Strawberry," he obediently said. "Christ," Orlando sighed, the sound rapturous. "Again." "Strawberry." Orlando rolled him over, tackled him, devoured him with a long, hot, wet kiss that curled Sean's toes and had him gasping for air. "Just...fuck me, Sean, you have to be aware of what that word does to people," Orlando told him, resting his chin on Sean's chest. "It's just a word." Orlando shook his head. "Not the way you say it. When you say it, it's like foreplay." The thought amused Sean. Words as foreplay...it was a new one on him. "Come to think of it, Famke kept screwing up her blocking during that scene in 'Goldeneye'." "See? Not just me. Now say it again." Sean rolled Orlando back over, slid down that lithe body until he reached the black, springy curls at Orlando's groin. He looked up at Orlando with a mischievous grin and bent down to the soft hairs. "Strawberry," he breathed and flicked his tongue on the skin underneath. It was all Orlando could do to not come right then. "Strawberry." Now his tongue was licking whisper strokes along Orlando's now very erect cock. Orlando fisted the sheets in his hands, alternately cursing and beseeching Sean in moaning sighs. "Strawberry." Mouth now licking slowly on the head of Orlando's penis, tongue flickering out to bestow gentle kisses on needy flesh. "Christ, Sean, just take me." In answer, Sean just grinned. His eyes seemed almost emerald in the late morning sun, cat-like and fey. And Orlando wanted him to pounce more than he wanted to breathe. The moment stretched until Orlando was at the breaking point, ready to promise Sean anything, everything. Whatever he wanted. "Strawberry," he finally said and closed his mouth fully over Orlando's cock. God, again...yes, fuck yes. Orlando's eyes fluttered shut as he drifted in erotic bliss. Sean now melted him, submerged him in voluptuous sensation, in languid, lazy movements. Orlando seemed to slide into this orgasm, riding on slow waves of indescribable beauty that rippled from his cock to his fingertips and toes in a slow burn. Sean held him in his mouth until the shudders had stopped, until he was able to focus, to move. And then he moved his way back up Orlando's body, ending with a light kiss. "Is that what you wanted?" "As soon as I get my motor skills back, you are so gone," Orlando promised, still sighing in satisfied rapture. Sean grinned, played with the dark curls on Orlando's head. "I like that you're letting it grow out, by the way." "Letting what grow out?" "Your hair. The mohawk was you, but this frames your face better." Orlando reached up to trace the blond hairs on Sean's forehead. "And you cut yours. Suits you, though. Like the military look on you." He closed his eyes again, let the feel of the moment wash over him, let himself sink back into the feel of Sean over him, that graceful, supine body stretched out on top of him. He felt that toned chest pressed against his, thighs flexing over his, Sean's cock hard against his hip...hard...wait a minute. "I just realized something." Sean looked up from his oral perusal of Orlando's neck. "What's that?" Orlando reached down with nimble fingers and wrapped them around Sean's erection, felt it jump in his hand. "You haven't come yet." "This isn't about me," Sean groaned. Just that light touch...God... "No, it's about us," Orlando argued, moving his hand up and down the needy length. "And I want you to come. I want to watch you lose yourself, want to watch as your body gives itself to pleasure. I want to watch your eyes go dark for me." Orlando lowered his voice, gazed at Sean through lowered lashes. "I want you to scream for me." "So make me scream." Orlando couldn't stop the groan that Sean's soft words elicited. "Well, come on." He rolled off the bed and held out a hand. "I still need that shower." They almost didn't make it into the water...Sean keep stopping every few feet to kiss Orlando into oblivion again, to rub hands over his body, to stroke and pet him. And, God, Orlando was only human, couldn't help that he allowed it, participated and gave back. But, finally they stumbled, still kissing, into the bathroom, and managed to start the water in the stand-alone shower. Steam poured from the spray jets and Orlando stepped inside, let the water flow over him in hot rivulets. He shook his head to clear the water from his eyes and pulled an unresisting Sean in the stall with him. "Come on, under the spray." Sean submerged his head, popped his neck and stretched under the water, and Orlando simply leaned back against the tile and looked at him. Definitely, the last two years had been very good to Sean. He was still sleek, still so graceful it made Orlando's heart hurt, but now it was combined with a certain awareness of movement, a power that Orlando didn't know how to describe. All he knew was that Sean still made his mouth water. Sean pulled him back under the spray, and their wet bodies slid against each other as Sean kissed him, open mouthed, and it was so hot Orlando thought he must be steaming himself. The water beat a steady tattoo on his back, ran between their bodies, twining around them, over them. Orlando dove back into the kiss, tasted the hot water on Sean's tongue, felt Sean's arousal jutting against his own. "Stand still," he told Sean and slithered to his knees. Water continued to spray on his head, plastering his hair to his face and he pushed it out of his way as his gaze traveled the length of Sean's erection. "You don't have to do this," Sean told him, but his pale eyes glowed with anticipation. "I don't have to do anything," Orlando replied, running a finger from Sean's inner thigh to the head of his penis. And watched in delight as Sean shuddered, twitched. "I choose to do this. I want you in my mouth." God, he'd missed this taste. Orlando slowly moved his mouth over Sean's cock, let it fill him, let it invade his mouth inch by inch. Yes, that taut, smooth skin under his power, the heady flavor...it was just as potent. Orlando slid his tongue over the flesh, licked and sucked, intent on giving back some of the mindless pleasure Sean had given him. Sean continued to look down, gaze caught by the sight of Orlando, at the impossibly long, wet eyelashes fluttering over those eyes and hollow cheekbones moving over him, pleasuring him. Was there a more erotic view in the world? Was there a more erotic feel than hot water flowing over his body as a hotter mouth worked his cock, sucked him in and dragged him into sensual paradise? Sean leaned his back against the warm tiles, let the pleasure of the act wash over him in concert with the water. When he came, it was almost in slow motion...more like a long swan dive off a cliff into a clear spring than the fast, furious free fall he was expecting. And Orlando didn't pull out, didn't back away, swallowed every drop from Sean's cock until he was completely drained, utterly limp. Orlando slid back up Sean's body, tracing his hands over the wet flesh. "Another first," he said, licking his lips in satisfaction. "I should have done that two years ago." Sean was too spent to laugh, but he managed a small smile that crinkled the corners of his still closed eyes. "Imp." "Just giving back," Orlando laughed and kissed the slope of Sean's shoulder. "Come on, we still have to wash." "You expect me to move?" "Not only move, but wash my back. Unless..." Orlando paused, leaned into Sean's ear. "You'd rather I wash yours." Sean was sated, he was happy, he was floating...there was no way he was getting hard again at the thought of Orlando inside him. He stared at that beautiful face, those expressive dark eyes. And discovered, not only was it possible for him to get hard, it was inevitable. "You sure?" "You're always asking me that," Orlando replied, showing a flash of white teeth. "I'm sure. Are you?" The look in Sean's green eyes was pure sin. "You still haven't made me scream." Orlando reached behind him and grabbed the soap, answered Sean's look with one of his own, knowing and wicked. "Turn around." The first feel of Orlando's fingers gently probing Sean's opening were a bit fumbling, a bit unsure. Yeah, he'd had anal sex before, but, again, this was different, he was actually doing it as opposed to letting it happen to him. And this was Sean, this was a sleek, wet back begging for his tongue, this was a firm ass begging for his cock, this was the tight feel of Sean closing around his soapy finger as he prepared the other man. "Tell me what feels good." Sean just moaned. "Do you...need to ask...God..." "Yes, I do." Orlando kissed his way up Sean's back, moved his finger in slow circles. Sean shivered, even though the water was still falling in hot sheets over them. "Everything," he sighed. "More, Orlando, I need you inside." Orlando rubbed more soap on himself, slowly replaced his finger with his cock. God, this was better than Sean in his mouth. Hot, tight flesh gripped him, clutched at him as he slid in one small movement at a time. Sean gasped, reached behind him to grab hold of Orlando's hip as he leaned in, captured Sean's ear with his teeth. "How am I doing?" "Orlando..." Sean pushed back, pushing Orlando deeper in his ass. Jesus, the friction was unbearable on his dick. "What do you want?" "I want you to move." Sean began rotating his hips in small circles, pushing Orlando in until he was all the way inside, buried to the hilt in yielding flesh. Orlando kissed a damp shoulder, licked the small drops of water from it. He started rocking, taking his time, still getting used to the feel of Sean surrounding his cock, to the feel of hot ass on his groin, of Sean's encouraging moans. His thrusts were slow, steady, designed to prolong pleasure, to draw it out and make it last. Sean's hand dug into his hip, a silent plea to move faster, but Orlando continued his movements. He could get lost in this feeling for days. "Orlando..." "Shhh, Sean, I'm enjoying having my cock buried in your ass." "I'd appreciate it if you'd enjoy it a bit faster." Orlando laughed, turned Sean's head to him and gave him a searing kiss. "If that's what you want." He sped up his movements, now pumping his hips in a fast rhythm that had Sean clawing at him, at the wet tiles. "You want faster?" The only sound Sean could make was a choked sigh. But he moved his hips in time with Orlando, offered his lips for another volcanic kiss. Orlando continued his frantic pace, all thought of teasing now cast aside. He just wanted to come, wanted to come inside Sean's willing ass while Sean screamed his name. Orlando reached around with a hand, glided it up Sean's cock, used the water as lubricant to pump him, to drive him to the brink with a few short strokes. "Tell me, Sean...tell me when you're close," he breathed in Sean's mouth. Sean's hand closed over his, moved, showed him the best speed. "Now, fuck, now..." It was a plea, a command, uttered in that still insanely sexy voice. Orlando slammed into him one last time, felt his orgasm hit scant seconds before Sean came all over his hand, crying out his name in a hoarse shout that echoed off the tiles. They both stood, trembling, still wrapped up in each other, until the water started growing cool. Orlando reluctantly withdrew, still nipping that toned, tan back, those graceful shoulders. "I don't think I could come again," he stated, moving to lean heavily against the wall. Sean chuckled, turned around. Pale green eyes smiled at him. "We could spend the rest of the day cuddling. If that's all you're up to." Orlando looked at him in amazement. "You are trying to kill me." It was an accusation. "I can think of worse things," Sean said, and he kissed Orlando hard on the lips before leaning back. "I'll be in bed, waiting for you." And, saying that, stepped out of the shower. Orlando looked down at his semi-hard dick. "He is trying to kill us, you know," he said. "But, all things considered, it won't be a bad way to go." He turned off the water and followed Sean to the bedroom. And to all the pleasures that awaited him there. After all, if this was going to be the last time, they needed to make the most of it.
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