| Title: Discipline Series: Changes Authors: Jo & Brenda Pairings: Harry Sinclair/Orlando Bloom Rating: NC17 Summary: Harry teaches Orlando what it means to be equal. Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. Author's Notes: Events take place immediately after “Pleasure” ends. "No hidden catch
"That's what the man said, little one," Harry said, sounding almost bored. Then, before Orlando knew what was happening, he found himself draped over Harry's shoulder. What the hell? "Hey!" He gave an experimental push to Harry's back as he was carried out of the room and past Karl and Dave. "Harry?" "Yes?" "Put me down." "No." Another push, stronger this time, was accompanied by squirming and kicking of legs. Harry responded by delivering a stinging swat to his ass. "Hey!" "I said no." No. Just that one word... But delivered in a tone that promised so much more. Orlando cleared his throat, blinked, and tried not to think of all of the implications. "Where are you -- oof!" Orlando landed on the bed with a soft thump, bounced on the pillows. He looked around...okay, this part of the castle was unfamiliar. "Um, Harry?" he asked in a small voice, watching as Harry went to the candles, lighting them one by one with economical, graceful movements. Harry didn't even bother to turn. "Yes?" "Where are we?" "The old dungeon." "I see." Orlando continued to look around. He sat up, shifting around until he was on his knees, and then bouncing just a bit. "And why are we here?" Harry finally turned, and Orlando swallowed hard at the look in Harry's eyes. Oh fuck... "So you won't disturb Dave and Karl." "So I..." What the hell did that mean? Orlando watched Harry and shifted, sliding back an inch or two. "I didn't...I wasn't...I mean, if they want to be alone..." Harry smiled as he strolled to the bed. He bent, trapping Orlando between his muscled forearms, leaned in for a quick kiss. "I know you wouldn't barge in, but your screams might disturb them, nevertheless." Dark lashes blinked. Screams? Wait a minute. Orlando started to slide back once more. "Screams? Um, what're you talking about? I'm not that loud." Another quick kiss, and Harry straightened. "No, but you will be," he promised, and started unbuttoning his shirt. That remark, combined with the look in Harry's eyes, had Orlando sliding to the other side of the bed. Quickly. "I, um...what are you planning on doing to me?" The shirt dropped to the floor, unnoticed. "Teaching you manners." Harry gestured to his belt. "Come finish this, would you?" "What's wrong with my manners?" Orlando asked, sounding a trifle indignant. He didn't move, which probably wasn't the best idea when he thought about it, but it wasn't like he hadn't done worse in the past. Harry looked down at him, body still completely relaxed -- but Orlando knew that was insanely deceptive. "I'm not going to ask you again." Orlando grumbled, but crawled back across the bed. He was pretty sure that the fact that he took his time doing so didn't escape Harry's notice. "So what's wrong with my manners?" he repeated, fingers setting to work on Harry's belt. "As soon as you have some, I'll let you know." "What?!" Orlando bounced back on his heels and frowned up at Harry, the belt forgotten. "I have manners!" Harry sighed, buckled his belt again. "Fine," he said, picking his shirt off the floor and walking toward the door. "You and those non-existent manners of yours can have a lovely night in here by yourselves." Orlando blinked rapidly and stared at Harry's back. What? No way Harry was just going to walk out the... Okay, so maybe he was. Shit. "Harry," he said just as Harry's hand touched the door. "Don't...I'm sorry." Harry looked back at him, an unreadable expression on his face. "Sorry because you mean it, or sorry because you're not going to get laid if I walk out this door?" "Would it be awful of me to say both?" Orlando slid to the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor. Harry turned, leaned his back against the door, tucking a stray bit of hair behind his ear. "No, it's an honest answer." "Well, it's more the one than the other," Orlando said, looking down at his hands in his lap. "I mean it's both, of course, but more because I mean it." "Come here." He stood and slowly walked towards Harry. Whatever Harry was planning, it wasn't going to hurt. Well, okay, it might hurt a little, but it would be worth it. He kept telling himself that as he stopped in front of Harry and looked at him, not speaking. "What do you want, right now?" Harry asked, looking at him with that same unreadable expression. He didn't move. His arms were still crossed, shirt still in his hands. But Orlando thought he looked a bit more relaxed. Which had him relaxing. He hated it when Harry was mad at him...and it was even worse when Harry was disappointed. "For you not to leave." Orlando reached out and took the shirt from Harry, untangling it from blunt fingers before tossing it aside. Then his fingers traced Harry's collarbone, just barely touching his skin. Then he dipped his head, smiled, looked up at Harry through thick lashes. "Besides, if you leave, you can't very well teach me manners, now can you?" "Cheeky imp," Harry said affectionately, tipping Orlando's chin up. "This is going to be very simple. I will give you anything that you ask for tonight. But you need to ask. And you need to ask politely. Got it?" "But I..." Orlando's words were stopped by a finger across his mouth and an arched eyebrow. Okay. Politely. Right. No problem. Wasn't like he didn't ask politely all the time anyway. He flicked the tip of his tongue against Harry's finger and grinned. "Got it, sir." "I said polite, not mocking." "Sorry," Orlando murmured, trying his best to look and sound contrite. "I understand." Must have worked, because Harry smiled, dropped his hand. "Well?" Orlando gave Harry his most charming style. "Will you stay and, um, teach me manners? Please?" Harry finally, finally moved away from the door, and stood in the middle of the room. "Ask away." Orlando turned to look at him, chewing on his bottom lip as he stood there. Ask away. Sounded like a good idea. But... "I don't exactly know what's wrong with my manners," he said, moving to stand in front of Harry again. "No one ever complained about them until I got involved with you lot." "That's because you never had to temper your tongue around anyone else." Harry held up a hand when Orlando opened his mouth to protest. "I don't want you to feel you can't speak your mind. This isn't about that. This is about you thinking about what you say before you say it. So, I want you to think before you ask me to do anything to you." "Thinking before I speak isn't one of my strong points," Orlando said with a small laugh. He had a feeling the next few hundred years or so were going to be very uncomfortable if he had to watch everything he said. He looked at Harry again. "So you're not going to do anything at all unless I ask for it?" "Not a thing," Harry replied, with a small smile. "That's gonna be kinda awkward, don't you think?" Harry threw his head back and laughed, the sound rich, filling the room. "Not if you think about how to ask for what you want." That was it. Harry's laugh was one of the best sounds in the world, and Orlando would cheerfully strangle anyone who disagreed. "Don't suppose asking you politely to just go ahead and have your way with me would work?" Orlando grinned, traced his fingers along Harry's ribs. "Nice try," Harry chuckled. "Didn't think so." Orlando heaved a small sigh, exaggerating it just a bit. Then he grinned again, stepped closer until his chest almost brushed Harry's. "Don't supposed asking you to make me scream would work either?" Harry didn't move, just stood there, looking down at him. "You're stalling." "Observant of you," Orlando mumbled, dropping his eyes to watch his fingers. Think, Orli. There's a lesson here. His hand drifted down to Harry's waist, toyed with the belt buckle. When he looked up at Harry again, his expression was serious. "Will you kiss me?" Harry leaned down and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. "Is that what you wanted?" "Oh for...no, that's not what I wanted." Orlando glared up at Harry. "And you know it. Now give me a proper kiss, damn it!" Harry said nothing, just raised an eyebrow at him. Orlando gritted his teeth and silently counted to ten. He took a deep breath and smiled. "Will you please give me a proper kiss?" "Define proper." "Define..." Orlando stared at Harry in disbelief. First a lesson in manners, and now one in vocabulary? He wracked his brain, tried to figure out what he'd done wrong. "You know, proper," he said, gesturing with his hands. "Like lovers." "So, what you're trying to ask me is to give you a lover's kiss on your lips, right?" Harry asked. He waited for Orlando's nod before speaking again. "Then that's what you need to ask me, little one." "Didn't I just ask you if I was going to have to ask for everything?" Orlando knew he was pouting. He knew it. And he knew it was amusing Harry to no end. "Fine. Will you please give me a lover's kiss on my lips?" "Tone needs a bit of work," Harry remarked, but Orlando's retort was lost as Harry finally gave him a proper, patented, bone-dissolving, brain-melting Harry kind of kiss, using nothing except his mouth and tongue to explore and taste. Orlando was clinging to Harry and winded by the time the other vampire lifted his head. "That was...was...yeah," Orlando managed to say when he could think again. He looked up at Harry, eyes wide, and licked his lips. "Do it again." "How quickly they forget..." Harry said, shaking his head. "No." Orlando blinked. He was used to Harry telling him no, but not like this. Then he groaned and almost smacked his forehead. "Please?" "Better." And this kiss was, if anything, even better than the first one. Harry took his time, savored every inch of Orlando's mouth like it was the most delicious of tastes. "Nice," Orlando murmured, dragging the word out, leaning against Harry. That was what he wanted...Harry obliterating his senses. Forget all the nonsense about asking for everything. He just had to figure out how to convince Harry of that. "So...are you going to keep this up the entire time?" "Yeah." Orlando sighed, pressed his forehead against Harry's shoulder. "Would it make a difference if I asked you to just throw me on the bed and fuck me senseless?" "If I did that, then you wouldn't have learned anything," Harry said. But at least Harry touched him, rubbed a hand across the nape of his neck briefly. Orlando was startled to realize this was the first time Harry had actually touched him since issuing his challenge. "Oh right, the lesson," Orlando muttered and continued to lean against Harry. "So, um...God, this is awkward. I feel like an idiot asking you to do everything. You won't take the initiative on anything?" "You really need to learn to pay attention," Harry told him, brushing his nape again. "Think about what I told you in the beginning." "I've been paying attention," Orlando grumbled. "You said you'd give me anything I asked for. But just now you told me that what I'm asking for would defeat the purpose of the lesson. See, I paid attention." "That's because you're not thinking about what you're asking for. You're paying attention, but you're not getting it." Harry tapped Orlando's temple. "Now, think about what you really want...and it's not what you think it is. You almost had it about 60 seconds ago." "I know exactly what I'm asking for." Orlando pulled away and began to pace. He wanted to be in the bed, naked, with Harry, under Harry. He didn't want this whole question and answer session this had turned out to be. He paused in mid-step, looked at Harry. "I thought you said you were going to make me scream?" "I thought you agreed to think about what you're asking for," Harry replied, following Orlando's movements with an amused grin. "It's not the sex you want, Orlando. That's just a part of it." "Well, I certainly don't want to have to ask for everything." Orlando began to pace again, one hand raking through tousled curls. He didn't want the sex? That was news to him. He most assuredly did want the sex. Without stopping, he said, "So was this what you were planning on doing when you carried me down here? Making me take control and ask for everything? Because I don't want to be in control or have to ask for touches or kisses or any of it." Harry grinned at him, and snapped his fingers. "Bingo. Now ask for what you really want." Orlando almost growled. He'd been asking for what he wanted. He stopped pacing, stared at the wall. "I want you," he said, surprised that his voice was calm. "And I feel like a complete fucking idiot asking you to do even the smallest thing so will you please stop making me ask and just fucking do it already?" "Do what?" With a muffled curse, Orlando spun around and glared at Harry. "Take control, damn it, because I don't want it. I can seduce you if that's what you want, but Christ, Harry, don't make me call the shots." "Vig was right," Harry commented, pulling Orlando into his arms. "You're slow, but eventually you do get there." "Oh shut up and kiss me, would you?" Orlando wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, tilted his head up for the anticipated kiss. God, he hoped they were done with the lesson. One second, Orlando was grinning at Harry, and the next, he was being laid completely flat by Harry's mouth. Fuck all... Harry had never kissed him like this. He was used to Harry sucking out his brain. This felt like Harry was sucking out his soul. Felt like Harry's tongue, his lips were everywhere, on every part of him, even though he hadn't moved from Orlando's mouth. Jesus fucking Christ...all Orlando could do was curl fingers into Harry's arms and hold on. When Harry lifted his head, Orlando tried to breathe, tried to open his eyes. It took several seconds for him to do either. Dark lashes fluttered, then he stared up at Harry, wondered how dazed he looked. Probably very dazed if the look on Harry's face was anything to judge by. "Fuck," he breathed, fingers still curled tight around Harry's arms. "That...was..." It was all he was able to get out before Harry sucked him in again, his mouth even more fierce than the last time. When Harry finally lifted his head, Orlando wasn't surprised to find himself lying flat on the bed. "Whoa...just..." Orlando watched Harry with wide eyes. Where in hell had all that come from? He suddenly had the feeling that, not only was Harry going to make him scream, Harry was probably also going to make him beg and pass out before it was over. "I, um..." He paused, then grinned. "That was nice." Harry stood back up, smiled...and the lazy quality had Orlando gulping. He watched with a hungry gaze as Harry slid off his pants, dropped them to the floor in a careless heap. "Come here." Orlando sat up, slid to the edge of the bed. No hesitation this time. He didn't need to be taught that lesson twice. Sitting there, he looked up at Harry, one hand reaching out to slide up the outside of Harry's leg. "Yes?" Harry curled his fingers in Orlando's hair, stared down at him. "How do you want me? "I..." He stopped, swallowed, ran his tongue across suddenly dry lips. "I, um...just...hell, I don't know. Um..." He looked at Harry, at those incredible amber eyes, and swallowed again. He was supposed to choose? Why couldn't he be greedy and say he wanted it all? He started to say that, stopped, then gave Harry a small smile, accompanied by one shoulder lifting in a shrug. "I'd say whatever you want, but you'd probably not like that, so, um...I want you inside me." Harry stepped in a bit closer, dropped to his knees. "Is that all you would like?" he asked along the curve of Orlando's jaw, breath hot against his skin. "Are you sure?" "Well...no," Orlando murmured, sliding closer to Harry, sliding so close he was in danger of falling off the bed. Didn't care as long as he could get closer to Harry and all that lovely, naked skin. "I want everything." "Starting with?" A whisper kiss along his cheek. "Would you like me to fuck you slow?" Hands slid Orlando's shirt from his body. "Would you like for me to suck you off first?" More light kisses along his neck, followed by nimble fingers unbuttoning his jeans. "Or my mouth all over the rest of you? Tell me what you want..." "Yes," Orlando whispered as he lifted his hips and fell back on the bed. His hungry gaze roamed over as much of Harry as he could see. "In that order...only backwards. Mouth, then..." He gasped when Harry's fingers found a sensitive spot. "Then sucking...and...slow...God...and fast, too. All of it." "Alright." Harry pushed Orlando gently, and he fell back on the bed, lifted his head to watch with hooded eyes as Harry finished sliding off his jeans. He couldn't stop the moan as Harry lifted one of Orlando's ankles, started licking from the base up to his calf, biting on the soft hairs, circling, taking his time over every inch of skin. Christ. Harry had just started and already Orlando was fighting the urge to squirm, fighting to keep his eyes on the sight in front of him. He wanted to watch this, wanted to watch Harry's mouth move over his body. Another moan escaped him as he pushed up to his elbows, teeth closing over his bottom lip, hands fisting in the sheets. Harry ran his tongue slowly across Orlando's knee, thigh, hip...spent so much time nibbling the soft skin that Orlando was ready to scream in frustration. Continued moving up, tracing over every muscle on Orlando's stomach, paused for only the briefest of moments to flick the gold ring before moving. Orlando faintly heard a tearing sound, wondered about it briefly before all of his attention was brought back to shattering focus when Harry bit the skin of his tattoo, laving his tongue over the yellows and reds. "Jesus..." Orlando's hands moved for the sheets to the silky hair tickling his stomach. Twisting his fingers in the strands, he let his head fall back. His body arched, seeking more of Harry's mouth, and he thought that just maybe the tattoo was connected to his dick just like that ring. The taste of blood filled his mouth, and he realized he'd bitten his lip. Torture...there was no other word for it. Harry's tongue was a torture device. And, Jesus, Harry was good at it...flicking and sucking, dipping and swirling over his hips, chest, arms, sucking lightly on each finger in a blatant erotic display. Orlando didn't bother to control his breathing, wasn't sure he could have, even if he wanted to. Broken moans escaped his lips, each one more desperate than the last as Harry nibbled, sucked, and licked his nipples, shoulders, neck, kissed his eyelids and cheeks. He turned his head, blindly seeking Harry's lips. Just one kiss. Just one... His hands slid up Harry's back, fingers tracing the muscles along the spine, as his body writhed beneath Harry. Fuck, but this was beyond torture. Orlando wasn't sure there was a name for it, but it felt incredible. "Harry, please..." "Ssshh, little one." Harry's lips just touched his, and Orlando arched into them, pushing up against Harry's chest, and Harry's earthy, bittersweet taste blazed across his tongue, insidious and dark. He moaned into Harry's mouth, twisted his tongue with Harry's, seeking more, needing more. Harry's taste was addictive, overwhelming, consuming...and Orlando couldn't get enough of it. He wanted to crawl inside Harry's mouth, wanted to crawl inside Harry. His hands moved up to tangle in Harry's hair, and he tilted his head just a bit, slid his tongue over and around Harry's. He whimpered when Harry lifted his head and gently untangled Orlando's fingers from his hair. "Harry..." "Roll over." Roll over. Right, okay, he could do this. Maybe. His body seemed to have a little trouble comprehending the whole concept of voluntary movement. Finally, with some help from Harry and a few soft laughs, Orlando was on his stomach, head on the pillows and turned just enough to see Harry. He didn't realize he was holding his breath in anticipation, or that he let it all out in a long, breathless sigh when Harry started licking and sucking on him again. Harry was just as thorough, just as loving, stopped to pay particular attention to every inch of Orlando's back, his ass, the tops of his thighs. Breathless sighs turned to tortured whimpers when Harry teased the back of Orlando's legs, blowing air across the soft hairs, then running his tongue along the crease. Orlando turned his face into the pillow, sinking his teeth into the silk, clutching it with his fingers. He had no idea how much more of this he could take, but... Whoa! He yelped and jumped when Harry licked the back of his knee. Jesus, what the...? Another strangled yelp when Harry's fangs grazed over that same spot before he sucked on it, sending a jolt up Orlando's spine. He released a shaky breath when Harry moved on, then remembered he still had another leg. Oh, fuck. The backs of his calves, ankles again...every inch received the same loving attention, the same sensuous treatment. He wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. Wasn't sure how he was surviving now. If it was possible to die of sensual overload, then Orlando was definitely at death's door. He groaned again, inarticulate, when Harry licked a path across his other leg, wondered if he could come just from having the back of his knees licked...thought it was a good possibility. "Harry, please...God..." His voice was barely above a whisper, his body shifting restlessly, his hands clutching at the pillow. He looked over his shoulder, saw Harry's tongue moving across the back of his knee, saw sharp fangs grazing over sensitive flesh...and damned if that didn't increase the sensation. If Harry didn't hurry up and move to a new spot... Harry sucked the soft skin, fangs just piercing the flesh, tongue lapping at the small droplets of blood that formed...and it was too fucking much. Orlando bit his lip, stifled his scream as he came, the sharp release leaving him boneless, drained, almost on another plane of existence entirely. Harry licked the back of his thigh, then laid down on the bed, cradled Orlando through the small shocks going off in his body. "Sshh, it's alright, love." Soothing words, whispered low across Orlando's back. "Christ," Orlando whimpered when he could breathe again. He forced his hands to let go of the pillow, shifted a bit just to see if he could move. "That was...was...how do you do that?" "How did I do what?" Harry asked, rolling on his back, taking Orlando with him. "Make me come without ever once touching my dick?" Orlando curled around Harry, one arm draping across Harry's waist. "It's damn embarrassing." Harry brushed a stray curl off of Orlando's forehead with gentle fingers. "Why is it embarrassing to take pleasure in different parts of your body?" "Because I'm the only one it ever seems to happen to around here," Orlando grumbled, his lips curving into a small smile. He rubbed his cheek against Harry's chest, turned his head just enough to flick his tongue across a nipple. "Would it help you to know that I've made Karl come just by kissing him?" Orlando's head popped up, and he stared at Harry, mouth open. "Are you serious?" "Of course I'm serious," Harry replied, laughing, putting Orlando's head back down on his chest. "You think I'd lie to you about that? Ask Karl if you don't believe me." "Well, that makes me feel better about it." Orlando laughed softly, moving around until he was half draped across Harry. "I'll have to remember that next time he starts on the ring." "The trick is to suck on his tongue like you would his dick." Orlando's head popped up again. "Really?" Now that was interesting. He grinned. "I'll definitely have to remember that." "I'm sure he'd love for you to try it," Harry said, smirking. "Surprised he hasn't taught you already." "This is Karl we're talking about, remember?" Orlando laughed and put his head back down. He wiggled a bit, rubbed against Harry, finally settled down with his head resting over Harry's heart. Harry laughed. "True enough." "Harry..." Orlando watched his fingers toy with the soft hair below Harry's navel. He sighed softly and shifted his leg over Harry's. "Are my manners really that bad?" "I was wondering when you'd get around to asking that." Harry pulled Orlando on top of him, framed Orlando's face between his hands. "No. They're not," he said, dark eyes serious. "But you do have a hard time saying what you really want. And it's just as bad." Orlando folded his hands on Harry's chest and rested his chin on them. "I know," he said with another soft sigh, "it's just...sometimes I want so much, and I don't want to be greedy, I guess." He shrugged, dropped his eyes to Harry's chin. "I'm happy with what I've got." "What you've got are three different men who want nothing less than your total happiness." Harry's words reverberated across Orlando's chest, made him shiver. "Remember that. Being equal doesn't mean that you have to be in control all the time or be the sub all the time. It means being free to ask for whatever you want, knowing you'll get it," he finished, stroking Orlando's back with the tips of his fingers. "You make it sound so easy." Orlando lowered his head to rest on Harry's chest, feeling the reassuring heartbeat under his cheek. He lapsed into silence, thinking about what Harry had said. Then, not moving his head, he said, "I don't try to take control much...do I?" "Try never." "Okay, never." Orlando exhaled loudly, frowned a bit. "So I'm the sub all the time. But Christ...it's hard to be anything else with the three of you." "Do you want to be anything else?" Harry asked gently, fingers still moving in lazy circles up Orlando's spine. Orlando shivered under Harry's fingers. "I don't know." His eyes closed and he shifted a bit, rubbing his thighs against Harry's. "Maybe...sometimes." "Then do it." Harry's kiss on Orlando's temple was achingly tender. "If you're waiting for permission, you had it the second you stepped foot in Karl's limo." Do it. Right. It sounded so fucking simple when Harry said it. "I don't...I really didn't know what to expect when I got in the limo, though. Certainly didn't expect to just waltz in and take control over not one, but three vampires. Sometimes it's hard to think of myself as...that way." "It's alright." Another soft kiss, this one on Orlando's lips. "No one's forcing you. That's the whole point." "I know," Orlando sighed into the kiss, teeth nibbling at Harry's bottom lip. "Sometimes I want to, but...I dunno. Don't really know how to, I guess. And I feel stupid asking. You saw that earlier." "So, now you know. Next time, don't ask." Orlando chuckled, unsure if he was laughing at himself or at Harry's words. "Yeah, like it's that easy." "Orlando." He looked up, met Harry's steady gaze. "Don't ask." Orlando made a non-committal noise and put his head back on Harry's chest. "I don't ask, remember? We just talked about that." One hand lifted, touched Harry's lips before he could reply. "And I know what you meant. It's just...pretend you're me for a minute and then imagine how easy it would be to do what you're saying." "I've been mortal," Harry reminded him. "I know what it's like to be uncertain. But you aren't mortal anymore. We love you and we're not going to break. Or laugh at you. Or do any number of fucked up scenarios I'm sure are going through your head right now." Orlando lifted his head and gave Harry a wry smile. Yes, Harry had been mortal, but... "Somehow, I doubt that you were ever like me, even as a mortal. And Dave laughs at me all the time." "And you laugh at Dave. And Karl. And me. You know what I meant." "I know." Orlando rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling, sliding one hand down Harry's arm to link their fingers. "And yeah, okay, maybe I could see Dave being the sub and letting me take control, but..." "Orlando, I'm right here. And I'll do anything you want. If you want to climb back on top of me and fuck me senseless, I am more than fine with that." Orlando's head snapped around, and he stared at Harry. "I...you..." he stammered, eyes wide. Had Harry just said... He had to be hearing things. Or this was some sort of really bizarre joke. "But you don't...don't...." Harry tapped Orlando's jaw closed, stilled him. "Of course I do." Whoa. That was just... Orlando spent several minutes trying to wrap his mind around that idea. "You do." He peered at Harry. "And you'd let...me?" "I just said I would.". "And this isn't a joke?" Orlando peered at Harry again, just to be sure. Okay, so it wasn't a joke. Double whoa. "So if I wanted to...wow." "You seem a bit tweaked." Gee, how'd he know? Orlando fought not to roll his eyes as Harry turned, propped a hand on his elbow. "You want to?" "I...I don't know." Orlando sat up and looked down at Harry, studied the contrast of his legs against Harry's. "I mean...I just...you...I...um...do you want me to?" "What did we just get through discussing?" "Right, right, don't ask." Orlando went back to studying Harry, mind whirling with the possibilities. The side of his thumb found its way between his teeth, and he nibbled at it. This was definitely not what he'd expected when Harry had brought him down here. Hell, to be honest, he would have never expected this. Ever. Right. So...did he want to or not? He sighed, teeth continuing to work at his thumb. Harry sighed, took Orlando's finger out of his mouth, kissed the wounded skin. "It's just sex, Orli. Do what feels good." "I just...well..." Orlando felt his face grow hot, and he looked down at the sheets. A light tug on his hand sent him sprawling across Harry's chest once more. "I'm not exactly used to...to...being the top." "It's pretty simple," Harry replied, smiling. He cupped Orlando's erection in his palm, chuckled when Orlando shuddered into him. "You lube me. This goes in my ass. You move. I move. We both come. We're both happy." "I know how to do it," Orlando muttered, arching against the hand still touching him. He felt his face grow hotter, wondered how red it was. "It's just...I haven't done it all that often." Harry did that little wrist flick thing that had Orlando gasping for breath...how was it even possible to breathe when Harry's hands were on him? "You're stalling again." "Sorry," Orlando said, his words muffled as he pressed his face against Harry's chest. "I just...okay." Harry stroked his hair, twirled the curls around his finger. "Okay, what?" Christ. He should have known Harry wouldn't let him get out of it that easy. No, that was wishful thinking. He was going to have to say it. And he was pretty sure his face rivaled a tomato just then. "I want to," he mumbled against Harry's collarbone, eyes closed, body tense. "You don't act especially happy about it," Harry observed with a wry tone. He kissed the top of Orlando's head, smoothed a hand up his back. "It's okay, if you're uncomfortable. We can try this another time." Another time? Fuck that. No telling when he'd get up the nerve to even consider it again if he didn't. Orlando lifted his head and smiled at Harry, aware of how weak the expression must look. "No, no, I'm okay. Well, mostly. It's just...you. I keep expecting to wake up." He yelped in surprise when Harry twisted the navel ring between his thumb and forefinger. "Nope, you're awake," he winked. "Lube's in the drawer right there." Orlando smacked at Harry's hand. "Stop that. I can't think when you do that." He looked at the drawer in question, then reached towards it, movements a little slower than normal. He opened it, peered inside, and extracted a bottle. Another quick glance at Harry. "Um, do you want to...or..." He made a gesture with his hand. "It's up to you." "Okay, well..." Orlando stared the bottle in his hand and felt a little lost. He flipped the cap, sniffed it, smiled at the herbal fragrance. Then he looked back at Harry. "Um, well, I guess...like you are is fine." Harry watched him out of patient eyes as he poured a bit of gel on his hand, spilling a bit. "Just remember to go slow," Harry advised, bending his knees, giving Orlando better access. Slow, right. Orlando slid his thumb over his fingertips, watched Harry through his lashes. He'd never imagined he'd be in this position with Harry. "I can do slow," he murmured as he slid across the bed and settled between Harry's thighs. He kept his eyes on Harry's face as he slid his hand down, fingers circling the tight opening. He practically sighed in relief when Harry closed his wrist around Orlando's, guided his finger inside. "Slow," Harry instructed, closing his eyes. "Slow," Orlando murmured, leaning forward to brush his lips across Harry's jaw. His mouth traced a path down Harry's neck as his finger moved in and out. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before adding a second finger, twisting slowly, delving a little deeper each time he pushed in. Right. He could do this. He took a couple deep breaths, letting Harry's scent fill his lungs. Harry was so fucking tight...and the heat singed his fingers, made moving them almost impossible. Slowly, slowly...twist, turn, move...he brushed up against a tight bundle of tissue, almost jumped when Harry groaned against his ear. "More." Long fingers brushed against the spot again, pausing to rub it with light strokes. "More what?" Orlando whispered, catching an earlobe between his teeth. "Want your cock." Oh God...Harry wanted his...OhGodohGodohGod... Orlando drew back just far enough to see Harry's face. Then he smiled and leaned in to give Harry a slow, lazy kiss. "Alright," he murmured before sitting back on his heels. His hands trembled a bit as he poured out more gel and slicked himself up. He knew Harry had noticed the trembling, was infinitely glad Harry didn't comment on it. "So, um...okay..." He braced one hand on the bed, used the other to guide himself, eyes darting between Harry's face and his cock. He could do this, he could...oh. He pushed, squeezed his eyes shut as he sank into tight heat. Fuck. Good thing he'd already come once; otherwise this would be the shortest bout of sex in history. Harry's hoarse moan sent straight heat skittering up his spine, and he had to stop moving for just a second to concentrate on his breathing. "Harry..." "Sshh..." Harry framed Orlando's hips between his hands, leaned up to trace Orlando's mouth with his tongue. //Just move nice and easy. You're doing great.// Orlando nodded, forehead wrinkling as he concentrated on breathing. His tongue slid out to twist around Harry's, drawing it into his mouth, sucking on it as he began to move, hips rocking in short, slow strokes. And fuck if this wasn't better than he'd ever imagined it could be. He shifted a bit on his next thrust, tilting his hips just a bit, and his eyes flew open at Harry's reaction. //Jesus.// Harry tightened his grip almost painfully, tilted his hips to meet Orlando's thrusts. //Again...// //You liked that, huh?// Orlando grinned, dragging his fangs across Harry's tongue before sucking it back into his mouth. Harry wanted that again...well, Orlando certainly wasn't going to argue with him. Angling his hips just so, he thrust in again, moving just a little faster, a little deeper, one hand sliding across a flat stomach to curl around Harry's cock. Indescribable...just fucking incredible. Harry's muscles gripping his cock, moving with him, under him, Harry's cock in his fist, the smooth skin flexing under his fingers. Sublime on a whole new level. Orlando rolled his hips, slid in and out of willing flesh, changing speeds and movements, eyes riveted to Harry's. So fucking hot...couldn't look away, was afraid to blink...held captive by eyes dark with desire and love, by steady hands guiding him, holding him, by the muscled body under him, arching and shifting. Orlando leaned down, captured Harry's lips in a thorough kiss. //Love you.// He slid his mouth along Harry's jaw, down Harry's throat, relished the taste that filled his mouth when he flicked his tongue over the pulsepoint. This was so much more than he'd ever imagined, so much more than he'd expected. Harry beneath him, around him, hands moving over his body, hips tilting up to meet his thrusts...Orlando wasn't sure how much longer he could last as he nuzzled Harry's throat, licked his collarbone. //Love you.// Harry dug his fingers into Orlando's hips, groaned low in his throat when Orlando took the hint and sped up. "Now, Orli," he panted, baring his neck. Yes, now. Now was the best word in the entire fucking world. Now was perfect, was so far beyond perfect that Orlando had no words for it. He tightened his fist on Harry just a bit, flicked his thumb over the head of Harry's cock, opened his mouth against Harry's throat. He sucked for a moment, laving the spot with his tongue...then his fangs sank into warm skin just as he snapped his hips forward. Harry's warm come spilled into his hand at the same moment warm blood filled his mouth...and Orlando was consumed by a white-hot rush of pleasure so intense it passed over into pain. Every atom was filled with Harry, and Harry's blood, Harry's orgasm, Harry's love and need, Harry, chanted over and over in his blood, his bones, like a prayer. It was too much. Orlando barely had time to breathe before his own orgasm thundered through him, bursting his mind, shredding his senses. He was heat and light and darkness, everything and nothing, too much and not enough. He shuddered against Harry, just coherent enough to lick the small wounds closed before slumping against the broad chest beneath him. When Orlando became aware of himself again, his head was pillowed on Harry's chest and he had been cleaned up, tucked under the cool linen sheets. "Wha..." "Sshh." Harry's lips on his forehead were cool, soft. "You blacked out." "Oh God," Orlando moaned and turned his face into Harry's chest. He'd passed out. Just fucking wonderful. Great impression there. He curled around Harry. "Sorry about that." Harry chuckled, squeezed the arm around his waist. "Why should you be sorry?" "I, um...don't usually pass out after sex." He made a face, let out a weak laugh. "Well, okay, I don't often pass out after sex." "I rather like that you come that hard. It's flattering." "Oh." Orlando flushed, lifted his head just enough to peek at Harry through his lashes. "I...you...thank you." "No." Harry shook his head, brushed damp strands of hair behind Orlando's ear. "I'm the one that should be thanking you." "Me?" Orlando blinked, lifted his head a little more. "Why should you thank me?" "For your trust." Oh...um...whoa. What few brain cells he still had melted under Harry's slow kiss. "And for the mind-blowing orgasm," Harry said, winking. "Oh. Well...you're, um, welcome." Orlando ducked his head, a bit shy, shifted so he was sprawled across Harry's chest. The skin under Orlando's head felt fabulous, the hands stroking his hair even better. Afterglow was certainly an apt term where Harry was concerned. "I've always trusted you, you know." "I know you have. But this was a different level of trust." "Mm..." Orlando closed his eyes, let Harry's warmth seep into him. He stifled a yawn with one hand before draping that arm across Harry's waist. "Different how?" "You trusted yourself enough to take control," Harry replied. "You made it easy," Orlando said softly. And as he said the words, he realized they were true. Harry had made it surprisingly easy for him to take control. He smiled and dropped a light kiss on Harry's chest. "Thank you." "You're more than welcome." Orlando lifted his head, resting his chin on Harry's chest so he could see his face. "Why...no, never mind." He shook his head, smiled, and put his head back down. "I love you." "I love you, too, but you need to finish your sentence. Why what?" Harry asked, lifting Orlando's head. Should have known he wouldn't get off that easily. He never did with Harry. "Just wondering why you did it, that's all," Orlando mumbled, focusing his eyes on Harry's mouth. "Certainly didn't expect it." "Because you needed to do it soon or you were never going to." "You say that like it's a bad thing or something." Orlando tried to smile at the weak joke. He knew he hadn't succeeded when Harry just continued to watch him with calm eyes. With a sigh, he curled against Harry once more, dropping his head to rest on Harry's shoulder. "Sorry. But...you know...I wouldn't have really minded." "Perhaps not now, no." Harry's hands continued to stroke Orlando's hair, and Orlando wondered if it would be bad form of him to purr. "But you would have, eventually. You're going to be around a long time. You need to get used to taking control every once in awhile." "I suppose." Orlando shrugged a bit, closing his eyes again. He decided it would be nice to lie there for a few years like that, curled up with Harry while Harry stroked his hair. "Going to feel weird trying to do that with Karl. Not with you, though." He grinned as Harry's body shifted beneath his cheek. "Don't think I'll have any problems with you next time." "There's a first," Harry commented, chuckling. Orlando tipped his head back, studied Harry's face. "What? Me not having any problems? Or talking about a next time?" "Someone being more intimidated by Karl than me." Oh...that. "Yeah, well..." Orlando waved a hand. "Kind of hard to be intimidated by someone after they've let you fuck them." "Don't get too cocky, child," Harry whispered against his ear. "I can still make you come by barely touching you." Blunt fingers brushed across Orlando's navel ring for emphasis. Orlando gasped, arched against Harry. Fuck. That ring. If Harry kept that up...well...not like there was going to be a big surprise. "Harry..." A bit of tightening around the charms. "Yes?" "You..." Another gasp as fingers lightly tugged. "Fuck..." Almost instantly, Orlando found himself on his back, staring up into Harry's laughing eyes. "Thought you'd never ask." Orlando took a deep breath, then grinned. "Well, you did say you were going to make me scream, and, well...I haven't done any screaming yet..."
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