Harry and Orlando... a domestic scene.

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Harry closed the door to Christian's room quietly and walked down the hall to Orlando's suite. He'd been a long time- longer than he'd planned when he'd left the room that morning. His original plan had been to see David, pick up his mail from the office, and be back before long. Instead, he'd run into Will, and it all went down hill from there. Between meeting with David, Elijah, Eric... and then Marton and Christian, it had been hours since he'd left, and he was in a pretty different place mentally than when he'd kissed Orlando goodbye and walked out the door. Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, Harry opened the door to the suite, and walked inside.

Orli was wandering around in the kitchen, rifling through the cupboards to find something edible for dinner. "Steak? Ergh. Chicken? Chicken and noodles sounds nice..." he muttered to himself, nearly tripping over the nearest chair as he did so.

Harry heard Orlando puttering around in the kitchen, and smiled gently. He walked to the doorframe and leaned in, just watching him for a moment. //Hey little one. Love you. And whaddaya mean Steak ergh?//

"Steak ergh, Harry," Orlando whirled around, grinning. "As in it's too hard to damn cook and I don't like eating it."

"Not hard to cook- only thing I can cook, if you keep insisting that being able to pour a glass of orange juice doesn't count as meal preparation. And I'm not gonna make you eat it, don't worry." Harry smiled widely at Orlando, thrilled to see him again, no matter how tired the day had left him.

Orli giggled. "I wanna try chicken noodle stir fry thing!" he laughed.

Harry let out a deep dramatic sigh. "Fine. I pretty much had steak for every meal but breakfast the whole time I was away anyway, so I guess I could try something different. Don't expect it to become a habit though."

You'll like, it I promise. And I won't burn it." Orli grinned. "Wanna come help?"

Harry looked scared. "Will there be hot things or sharp things or having to measure?"

No, I promise you won't get hurt either. But there's a sharp thing involved, okay?" Orli giggled. "Would you mind cutting the chicken up for me?"

"Okay, that I can do. Board, knife, bird! Set me up, love!" Harry grinned, and ducked out to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Orli grinned and found the chopping board hidden in the cupboard where he'd left it, and pulled out a knife for Harry. "I'll put the noodles on then." he smiled.

Harry came back in and stopped to kiss Orlando gently. "Love you. You put the noodles on and tell me what I'm doing to the chicken. Chunks, strips, medium sized pieces? Cutting it into shapes?"

"Cut it into shapes and we'll have a very interesting looking dinner," Orli giggled. "Just edible sized chunks'll do."

Harry sighed. "Spoil all my fun." He settled down at the cutting board and sliced away happily.

Laughing, Orli turned away to wrestle with the noodles. "Now, do we still have some of that, aha, we do!"

"Do I even wanna know what you're doing over there? You're not adding odd stuff into the noodles are you? Sometimes simple is better, little one."

"I was looking, thank you, for the soy sauce stuff." He said over his shoulder.

Harry wrinkled his nose. "Yuck. Chicken's done- Yay, I helped!"  Harry revels in the good mood Orlando has unwittingly dragged him into.

Orli giggled. "Yay you. Throw it in that big thingy on the stove and be a nice man and wrestle with the veggies for me?"

Harry walked warily over to the pan and threw the chicken in, careful not to get too close. He dropped the cutting board and knife over by the sink, and pouted. "What veggies? No veggies. Yuck. Bad enough there's gonna be soy sauce."

"I'll force you to eat tomatoes!" he said. "And I promised you'd like it."

"Monster. And I know you said I'd like it, so I'll be good. But whenever I cut tomatoes they smoosh all over. Very bad- not good at all. Can't I just chuck a couple carrots on the table? I'll eat a carrot- don't even hafta do anything to them!" Harry bargained.

Orli grinned and pointed at the freezer. "There's a thing called ready-made frozen stir fry veggies, Harry."

"They DO that?" Harry opened the freezer and peered inside. "I never looked all that hard... just went straight for the frozen waffles." He pulled his knife out of his pocket, slit the bag open, and held if out proudly to Orlando. "Veggies!"

Orli laughed and took the bag from him, dumping it in with the chicken. "Right. That's the hard part done."

"Oh thank god. Cooking is hard! This is why I usually go to the pub... I don't have to know where the vegetables are. 'Course, I don't eat the vegetables, so it's not really a factor." Harry mused.

"You'll get some nasty disease you will." Orli smirked.

"Oh I will not. Nothing wrong with the pub here. Some of the places I ate in on the road..." Harry shuddered. "Different story."

Orli raised his eyebrows and finished rinsing his hands in the sink. "Come here and give me a hug." he said.

Harry walked over and gladly folded into Orlando's arms, letting out a deep sigh. "SO glad to be back. Glad to be here too. Long fucking day. Love you."

"I love you too. You had a hard day?" Orli asked, pressing his cheek into Harry's shoulder.

"It wasn't what I was expecting. Thought I'd be back here a lot sooner. Lot of stuff happened. Good, bad, funny, odd... like I was making up for having been gone a week all in one damn day." Harry tries to process everything that went on in the past few hours. "Like for example, I ran into Scarlett. Knocked him on his arse telling him about you and me. That was odd and funny."

"Hmm. He must've been shocked, hardly anyone manages to knock him on his arse." Orli smiled.

"Sooo many jokes I could make there, but you're right. Not often that you get to see him all flustered and speechless. Defiantly a moment to remember. You sure you want me to talk about this stuff? Seems like you're having a good day... some of my day wasn't a lot of fun. It's better now, but still..." Harry frowned.

"Come on, My day was pretty boring. I played my guitar and debated what to have for dinner." Orlando sighed.

"You found your guitar? That's excellent... still going to get you to play for me... I can actually sing you know. And you said you were having lunch with Anna too- can't imagine that was boring." Harry stalled, still trying to figure out what parts of the Marton-Christian aspect of his day to explain.

"I destroyed my old guitar ages ago. I went and bought a new one after I found all of my old stuff. And yeah, I did manage lunch with Anna..."Orli chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"I probably don't even want to know. Your sister is scary. I love her already, but scary." Harry shuddered. "And new guitar- very cool."

"She was pestering me. In a nice, sisterly way, but it was a bit annoying. Hmm. dinner should be ready in a few." he mused.

"Isn't pestering part of the whole sibling... thing? I mean granted, no bloody idea myself, but you and Craig drive each other mad half the time taking the piss." Harry grinned- then realized he had one thing he did need to tell Orlando for certain about his day- couldn't justify keeping it from him any longer. "I talked to Christian."

"You did? And?" Orli said, pulling back so he could look at Harry.

"It's a long fucking story that I can get into later, including the parts where I almost made a right ass of myself, but the bottom line is we're starting over. We're going to stop blaming ourselves and each other and just try and deal with what happened that night without all that. He was asleep when I left- he's not been well. That's why you've been sick- and he said to say sorry about that. Marton said to tell you Talent headache...said you'd understand." There was so much more than this to explain, but it was a start.

Orli's eyes went wide. "That's what it is!" he exclaimed, then hugged Harry again. "Mmmhp. Love you."

"That makes sense to you? I drove Marton crazy asking him how I'd explain why you'd been sick... thought he was gonna throw something at me!" Harry smiled bemusedly. "Love you too, little one."

"It makes sense to me, yeah." Orli smiled back. "Whoops, better serve dinner. Get the bowls or something for me?"

"Marton also said if you needed more details you could talk to Christian, just so you know." Harry reached around and grabbed the bowls from the cupboard, holding them out in front of him.

Orli nodded and reached over for one of the bowls. "Thank you." he grinned.

Harry leaned over and kissed Orlando on the nose. "Feed me!" He growled.

"Far out Harry!" Orli giggled and handed him a bowl of noodles. "Help yourself to the veggies and chicken and I am going to watch you."

"Watch me do what? What am I going to do that's interesting?" Harry asked, eyeing the chicken.

"I know you. Do you want me to serve you chicken? It's very dead, it can't bite you." Orli teased.

Harry stuck his tongue out at Orlando. "Monster. And no, not afraid of the chicken. 'M afraid of the vegetables." Harry muttered the last part, as he served himself, adding as much chicken and as few vegetables as he thought he could get away with.

Orli wandered over with his bowl and piled on Veggies and chicken. With a smirk, he spooned some more veggies onto Harry's plate. "Nice try!" he grinned.

Harry pouted and carried his bowl with him to the table, sitting down with an exaggerated huff. Oh well. Putting 'em on my plate doesn't mean I hafta eat 'em. Harry thought absently, waiting for Orlando to join him before he started.

Orli scooted into his chair and beamed at Harry. "You'll like it. Mother showed me how to make it once."

"Your mom cooks? Your mom taught you to cook? You're just never going to keep surprising me, are you?" Harry looked at Orlando, fairly shocked.

"Well, actually." Orli grinned. "No one's supposed to know."

"The Queen of Dnara... a closet chef. That's pretty funny, actually. Next you're going to tell me that Marton... I dunno... does cross-stitch or something." Harry grinned back, stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork.

Orli tried to keep his food in his mouth and shook with laughter.

Harry mock-glared across the table at Orlando. "I'm being good and planning on eating some of these vegetables, but if I end up wearing yours, the deal is off!"

Orli swallowed and grinned at him. "Stop making me try to redecorate the kitchen with my food then,"

Harry pouted. "I'm just being me. Not my help if you can't hold your chicken." Harry launched into his food, the last thing he'd eaten having been doughnuts with Will back before noon.

"Wanker," Orli sighed. "I take, from the way you're wolfing that down, you either didn't eat today or you really, REALLY like my cooking."

Harry looked up at Orlando with his mouth full and blushed. // Sorry little one. Both, actually. Hungry and good. Didn't get lunch, just a doughnut or two with Scarlett. // Hey, at least this way, he didn't end up talking with his mouth full. That would have been rude.

Orli grinned. *It's fine. See, I told you you'd like it*. He swallowed and sat back, licking his lips for a few seconds.

"Didn't doubt your abilities, love. I'm just old and cranky and set in my ways when it comes to food." Harry teased.

Orli burped and glared at him, before starting to giggle.

Harry snorted and started to giggle. "I speak to you in my mind 'cos I'm afraid talking with my mouth full is rude, and you start that. Is it against the law to ask if the Marquis was born in a barn?" Harry shakes his head and asked at Orlando, eyes shining.

Orlando laughed harder. "Born in a barn? That's new! I can get a lot worse. Besides, I'm complimenting my good cooking!"

"I have no doubt you can, but I think we'll skip it. Remember_ week spent eating out of roadside pubs filled with icky men "complimenting" their food every few bites. Should at least get princely manners when we're eating in your room on Palace Proper, one would think." Harry wrinkled his nose at Orlando.

"My room, my rules. Which basically means rule one: Fuck all rules." Orli smiled. "Finish your veggies."

Harry sighed and looked at his plate. He'd eaten about half of what had been placed there, which was still twice as much as he'd dished out in the first place. "Too many. Can't finish." Harry sighed again.

Orlando raised an eyebrow and stood up to clean his plate off. He came over and stood behind Harry, leaning down. "If you're a good boy and eat all your vegetables, you might get a surprise."

Harry rolled his eyes and huffed dramatically. "Can't I just hide 'em in my napkin and flush them down the toilet while no one's looking? That always worked when I was a kid?" Harry fluttered his eyelashes.

Orli kissed him on the cheek. "No, because one, no napkins, and two, you'd have to go through the bedroom."

"I'm not allowed in the bedroom anymore? When did that happen?" Harry sighed deeply and caved, finishing all but *one* piece of cauliflower, just on general principle.

Orli smiled and kissed him on the cheek again, then on the neck. "Mmm, no, but if you go through the bedroom, I’dve noticed, because that's where I plan to be in two seconds."

Harry tilted his head to allow Orlando better access. "You said that's where you plan to be... what about me? Just kip out on the couch for the night, or are you gonna let me come with?" Harry spoke, his voice low.

Orlando wandered to the door, swaying his hips slightly. "That's entirely up to you. I never said you weren't allowed." he smiled deviously.

Harry climbed out of his chair , following behind Orlando and leering obviously at his arse. "Oh, I think I'll be following you to that there room of yours, little one. It's been a long day after all, and that's a pretty comfortable bed you've got."

Orli tilted his head and kept walking. "Suit yourself." he said, pulling his shirt off over his head.

Harry pulled off his own shirt and tossed it to the side, catching up with Orlando to pull him into a long, hard kiss.

Orli melted into Harry's kiss, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and pressing against him.

Harry pulled Orlando in close against him, and broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. "So do I get my surprise now?" He purred.

"Surprise." Orlando murmured, and leaned in to kiss him again.

Harry kissed Orlando back thoroughly, mapping the inside of his mouth with his tongue. "I'll take it. Love you, love." He said, breaking off for a moment.

Orli smiled and pressed his forehead to Harry's. "I love you so much," he whispered.

"Any chance I could convince you to lie down on your bed and just make love to me? I've been thinking about it since the night I wrote you that email while I was gone. I missed you so fucking much." Harry whispered, his eyes closed, forehead pressed against Orlando's.

Orli smiled softly and kissed Harry's forehead. "Of course." he whispered.

Harry lifted his head after the kiss, and pulled back enough to look into Orlando's eyes. "I love you Orlando. I'll always love you. I'm yours."

Orli smiled and kissed him gently. "I love you too. Always have, always will."

"I know. I can't explain how I know, but I do. Please, love. Want you. Need you." Harry kissed Orlando again, then gently deepened the kiss, sighing into Orlando's mouth.

Moaning softly, Orli started to pull Harry backwards towards the bed. He felt it touch the back of his calves and leaned back, making Harry topple down on top of him.

His descent to the bed mostly cushioned by Orlando, Harry still let out a gasp as he landed, breaking off the kiss for a moment. Laughing quietly, Harry trailed his hand up along Orlando's side, luxuriating in the skin on skin contact.

Orli chuckled and gasped as Harry's hand tickled his sides, and tried not to squirm.

Harry smiled. "Sorry love. Didn't mean to tickle." He moved his hand up and dragged his fingers through Orlando's hair. "That better?"

"Mmm, yeah." Orli purred. "So fucking good."

"So fucking beautiful... Sooo fucking sexy..." Harry lowered his head and licked along Orlando's collar bone.

Orli groaned and clutched at Harry's back, licking his lips. "I love you." he mumbled.

Harry kissed his way up Orlando's neck and along his jaw to his mouth, sucking gently with each kiss. "Love you too, love. Kiss me." Harry breathed, his lips millimeters above Orlando's.

Orli leaned up and kissed him fiercely, resting a hand behind Harry's head, his other trailing down his back.

Harry moaned, clutching a fistful of Orlando's hair tightly, but gently, arching his back as Orlando's hand traveled down.

Orli broke off the kiss and looked up at him, panting. "You're so gorgeous," he whispered.

Harry met Orlando's gaze, his eyes dark with lust. "Beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful. Please, love... oh gods please." Harry's voice caught, staring into the face of his lover.

Orli smiled and lifted one knee, using it to flip them over. He braced his hands above Harry's shoulders and smiled down at him.

Harry looked up at Orlando, a bit stunned at the ease with which he'd flipped them over. He grinned.

Orli leaned down and kissed him again, his hands working on Harry's jeans.

Harry grinned into the kiss, lifting his hips up. At least this time Orlando wouldn't be able to complain about him wearing underwear. Of course, the fact that he hadn't been able to locate a single pair might have been a contributing factor to this, but nonetheless- oh gods that felt good! Harry thought, moaning.

Orli pulled back and grinned triumphantly as he helped Harry wriggle out of his jeans.

Harry caught the look. "Don't be smug little one. Can't exactly wear it when I can't find it now, can I?" Harry pretended to glare, letting out a small purr as his jeans dropped away.

Orlando grinned and crept up the bed towards him. "Guess what? It wasn't me."

Harry growled quietly at the sight of Orlando moving his way. "Oh give over. Who else would do it?"

"Let's see? I stole them, Anna torched them."

Harry sat up and stared at Orlando. "You did NOT! SHE did not!" Harry's mouth dropped open in shock.

"Did too. Still have the ash, if you want it." Orlando giggled.

Harry stared back at Orlando. "Don't think ash is gonna do me much good! You stole my shorts and had your baby sister light them up! When!"

"What do you think we did after we came home from shopping?" Orli giggled.

Harry stared back- unable to speak, blushing furiously.

Orli grinned and leaned down to kiss his neck.

Harry leaned his head back instinctively. "You're evil... you both are. Can't believe you did that....mmm." Harry tried to be firm, but couldn't hold back the moan.

He smiled against Harry's skin and kissed up to his ear. "I love you."

"...Love you. Think you're completely mad, but I love you." Harry let out a long purr.

Orli moved and looked down at him, smiling. "I love you too. Now back up, you. Silly bed hog."

Harry scooted backwards on the bed, and lay back down again, stretching out.

Orli wriggled out of his pants and crawled up to lie over him, smiling.

Harry reached up and stroked Orlando's cheek. "Yours. All yours." He whispered.

Orli kissed him gently. "I love you," He replied, leaning down to kiss him again.

Harry relaxed, allowing Orlando to take over the kiss, feeling his body over top of him. He sighed happily into the kiss, wrapping his arms loosely around Orlando.

Orli moved a hand up to cup Harry's jaw, breaking the kiss of slowly. "I love you, love." He whispered.

Harry leaned his cheek into Orlando's hand. "Love you. Missed you- gods missed you so much." Harry is overwhelmed with how lucky he feels to be back here, to be back home with the man he loves.

Orli leaned in and kissed his neck, nibbling gently. "Missed you so fucking much," he murmurs.

Harry gasped a little and thrust his head back. "Mmmm. But I'm back. I'm staying back. With you."

Smiling, he sat up slightly. "I love you, did I mention that?" Orlando asked, biting his lip softly.

Harry smiled back. "Once or twice. And you can say it as many times as you want, and I'll still want to hear it. I love you."

"In that case," Orlando murmurs, kissing his softly. "I love you."

"Love you little one. Always." Harry ran his hand lightly down Orlando's spine.

Orli shuddered, licking his lips. He wriggled down and began kissing Harry's chest, running his hands up his sides.

Harry moaned as Orlando's mouth started moving down his chest, arching up as his fingers traced down his sides. His hand slipped off Orlando's back, and he grabbed onto the sheets, clutching them tightly.

Orlando smiled against Harry and moved to kiss his stomach, careful not to miss anywhere.

As always, Harry's brain began to leak completely out his ears the moment Orlando's lips touched his stomach. He cried out softly, tossing his head on the pillow and pulsing his hips gently.

Orli growled low in his throat and licked a stripe up as far as his neck allowed him to reach. he smiled and moved his hands down to Harry's hips.

Harry panted, his eyes glazed over, overwhelmed with sensation already. He registered Orlando's hands moving to his hips, and growled.

Kissing his stomach one last time, Orli moved down, and kissed the tip of Harry's cock, before swallowing him.

Harry let out a short scream as Orlando's mouth closed over his cock, trying to thrust his hips up, but held firmly in place by Orlando's hands.

Orli pulled his knees up, moving one hand down to massage Harry's balls gently as he hummed around his cock.

Harry thrashed his head on the pillow, the heat of Orlando's mouth, the touch of his tongue, the softness of his hand massaging his balls, all conspiring to drive him completely out of his mind with pleasure. "Oh god Orlando- so fucking good... fucking perfect! Please don't stop! FUCK!" Harry swore, as Orlando began to hum, the vibration making his cock jump.

Orli pressed the palm of his hand against Harry's hip tapping his fingers slowly. He started to apply a little pressure with his mouth, swirling his tongue over the head of Harry's cock.

Harry cried out again- he wasn't going to last at this rate- not for much longer at all. //Close love! Still want you... please... still need you to fuck me tonight! Will you still?// Harry thought feverishly, not wanting the night to end without Orlando inside him.

*Of course I will*

Orli hummed again and moved his hand to lay on Harry's stomach while he moved his mouth up and down slowly.

At Orlando's words, combined with the touch of his hand to Harry's stomach, Harry could no longer hold out. Throwing his head back in a silent scream, he came, jerking his hips hard once, then pumping softly, a low moan breaking through and trickling away.

Orlando relaxed his throat and swallowed, stroking Harry's stomach as he cleaned him off and moved up to kiss him again.

Boneless and sated, Harry purred into the kiss, tasting himself inside Orlando's mouth.

Orli brushed against him, pressing his warm hand against Harry's cheek. "Love you," he mumbled.

Still waiting for some semblance of higher brain function to return, Harry grinned stupidly. "Gods, love you so much. You're unbelievable- you know that?"

"Mm. You did mention it." Orlando smiled at him lovingly.

"Un-fucking-believable. One of these days my head’s just gonna go BOOM!" Harry smiled again, leaning into Orlando's hand, turning slightly to kiss his palm. "Love you."

"I love you too. Don't go boom. Then I have more mess to clean up." He giggled.

"Mmm. You cleaned up just fine now. But I'll try. You do make me lose my mind though. Especially when you do that thing with the mouth and the stomach. S' not playing fair at all." Harry stretched, content.

Orlando kissed his nose. "I love making you unravel. That's fun."

Harry snorted. "I'll just bet you do. Getting to see me turn into big-puddle-oh-lust guy."

"You turn into that the minute you get home," Orlando pointed out, pressing the tip of his finger on Harry's nose.

"Only underneath 'insanely in love with Orlando' guy. Lust guy comes second." Harry clarified.

"I thought they were best friends and came hand in hand." Orli giggled.

"They're very close, it's true. But love guy always wins over lust guy. Lust guy doesn't snuggle." Harry stated, as he cuddled in close.

Orli wrapped his arms around him and sighed happily. "Love is a very nice guy. Just like my Harry."

"Mmm. Nice guy me. Amazing guy you." Harry smiled happily.

Orli kissed his forehead. "Me so in love with you guy."

"Yeah? What other guys you got in there?" Harry teased.

"Are you saying I'm crazy?" Orlando pouted.

"I'm the one who just admitted to lust guy and love guy plus there's Harry who giggles in there too... just curious who else you've got bouncing around. Not crazy... just goofy." Harry gave Orlando a teeny poke in the ribs.

Orli blushed. "I have a domestic Orli, a musical Orli, surprisingly and then there's Vaguely Normal Orli. And I'm so in love with Harry Orli." He beamed.

"I love all the different Orlando's. I'm not sure I have a domestic Harry though. Probably I have a terribly-twee-and-sappy Harry. And retriever Harry, of course." Harry mused.

"And let's not forget Rugbytackling Harry." Orli giggles.

"He's Retriever Harry's assistant. On his payroll." Harry giggled back. "Where does Agent Orlando hang out?"

"In his big swivelly chair in front of a stack of offers for Seanie, where he belongs." Orlando grinned.

"Good. He stays there, takes care of business, and we don't ever have to get out of this bed again." Harry decided, nodding his head emphatically.

Orlando laughed. "If only it worked like that!"

"Mmm. Yeah, if wishing made it so, huh? I know I'd enjoy that." Harry sighed deeply and dramatically.

Orlando smiled at him. "I love you. Again, mentioning that as many times as I can in one minute. I love you."

"Well, it's never going to be something I get tired of hearing, so you go ahead. As long as you can put up with me doing the same thing to you, because guess what? I love you." Harry looked at Orlando's eyes, smiling.

Orli hugged him happily. "I love you. I love you. Did tell you? I think we're getting all mushy."

"You think? Damn, and I thought we were the serious stoic couple around here. Nah, guess not. Oh well. Works for me. Everything you do works for me. Even mushy stuff. Gods- NOT going away like that again if I have anything to say about it. Not for that many days again. Or next time, you come with me. I love you too much for that."

"I'd love to come with. In more ways than one," Orlando grinned cheekily. "And if you ever try to leave like that again, I'll tie you down and keep you locked in my room."

"Mmm. Come with. That a hint, little one?" Harry smirked. "And you don't need to tie me down to keep me in your room... I'll stay here quite happily of my own free will. We could always negotiate a weekend locked away in here though... make everyone else leave us alone... hang more signs on the door like the last one Anna left hanging there..." Harry stroked Orlando's back.

Orlando laughed and started to purr. "Mm. That seems like a very, very good idea."

"Get Seanie all settled and busy, make him leave you alone and spend a couple of days naked... never leaving the room... that sort of thing?" Harry's voice dropped lower, growling a little.

"Mmm. Stock up of food. And lube...." Orlando smiled, pressing against Harry.

Harry groaned, feeling his cock start to respond again. "I really like this idea... yes, much lube. And high energy food..."

"And water," Orlando grinned.

"And wine. God- when I read the poem you sent me? You made me cry. In a good way, I mean, I was sad cause I missed you, but... no one's ever done that for me before." Harry ducked his head, blushing.

Orlando bit his lip again and tried not to go pink, unsuccessfully. "I missed you so much. It just felt right saying that."

"Thank you for that. I don't want to embarrass you, but thank you. I felt the same way, with that thing I left on your pillow. It was like the words had to come out- I didn't have a choice." Harry reached out to stroke Orlando's cheek gently.

Orli blushed more and smiled shyly. "Same. I missed you so bloody much. How ever the hell do you think Craig did it?"

"I don't know. He must have gone almost insane. Their relationship was different than ours at that point though... and they'd been together for years, although I didn't know it was Craig Daisy was with all that time. He talked to me about his lover for years- since it started up until now and I found out it was Craig a couple days before they got engaged... You all still owe me SO BIG for keeping that from me all this time." Harry pouted at the very end.

"Would you believe me if I said I only found out not long before you did? I don't notice these things." Orli blushed. "Too busy staring at you, I was."

"I'd believe the first part, but I still can hardly believe the second. Doesn't make sense to me- but I'm still glad." Harry looked at Orlando, amazed as always to be his.

Orlando smiled and nuzzled against him. "I love you so much." he whispered.

"I love you. You good? Harry tilted Orlando's head up, looking into his eyes."

"I'm always good near you." Orlando smiled, his eyes shining. "I love you."

Harry leaned in and kissed Orlando. "I love you. Make love to me Orlando. Please?"

"Yes, god." Orlando whispered.

Harry leaned back, shuddering already in anticipation.

Orli moved on top of him, kissing him gently again. "I love you," he mumbled. He leaned over and grabbed the lube, placing it on the pillow near Harry. "Shift your legs for me love," he whispered.

Harry moaned quietly, letting his legs slide apart. "Oh god...love you." He breathed.

"I love you too." Orlando whispered, cupping Harry's head with one hand, the other flipping open the lube and coating two fingers in a well practiced move.

Harry breathed heavily, his eyes darkening as he watched Orlando, his head pressed into Orlando’s hand.

Orli moved his hand down, flicking slowly over Harry's entrance before slipping them in.

Harry cried out softly, lifting his hips to move Orlando's fingers deeper inside him, spreading his legs wider instinctively

Orlando moved to kiss him softly, curling his fingers as he did so.

Harry jerked his hips up as Orlando' s fingers brushed past his prostate, his chest vibrating with a low growl into Orlando's mouth.

Orli moaned and pressed his fingers in deeper, breaking off the kiss gently. "I love you," he mumbled, his eyes half lidded.

Harry tried to focus his eyes on Orlando, moaning as Orlando's fingers moved within him. "Love... love you...oh god..." Harry searched for coherence, gasping between words.

Orli kissed him again, pressing his hand against Harry's chest. "I love you," he whispered.

Harry whimpered, flexing his muscles around Orlando's fingers, reaching his hand up and placing it on top of Orlando's. He fights through the haze of lust to look Orlando straight in the eyes. "I love you." He breathed.

Orli smiled and removed his fingers, reaching for the lube. He kissed Harry again as he coated himself and slid in gently.

Harry's breathing got heavier as Orlando slipped his fingers out, trying not to whine at the loss. Losing himself in the kiss, he raised his hips as Orlando pressed within him, urging him in as deep as possible, letting out a long shaky groan.

Orli moaned and clutched at his shoulders, trying to steady his own breathing. He broke off the kiss and pressed his forehead against Harry's, before moving again.

Harry fisted his hands in the sheets, his breath coming in short shuddering gasps, feeling Orlando's breath on his face as they pressed their foreheads together. He cried out softly, wordlessly as Orlando started to move, lightly pulsing his hips to match Orlando's movements.

Orlando shuddered and smiled at him, moving his hands to cup either side of Harry's face. "Love...I love you." he moaned.

Harry forced his eyes to stay open looking deep into Orlando's. "Love...always. Need you...always." He panted, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wild with desire.

Palace Orlando: Orli kissed him fiercely, moving one hand to close around his cock. He moaned into the kiss, pressing himself as close to Harry as possible.

Harry bucked his hips as Orlando's fingers wrapped around his cock, breaking the kiss for a second with a gasp, then returning, desperate to be as close to Orlando as humanly possible.

Palace Orlando: Orli started to speed up his thrusts, stroking Harry in time with his movements. He swallowed heavily and smiled into the kiss.

Harry matched Orlando's pace, letting out a long groan. Releasing the sheets, he wrapped his arms around Orlando tightly, but not so tight as to slow their movements, pumping his hips as Orlando pumped his cock.

Orli groaned and moved to kiss Harry's neck, his other hand resting next to Harry's head for support.

His breath coming in sob-like gasps, Harry tilted his head as Orlando kissed his neck. "Orlando..." He managed to get out, his voice straining.

"So close love...come with me," Orli whispered, his hand jerking erratically on Harry's cock.

Harry pulled Orlando in as tight against him as he could manage and not crush Orlando's hand. He thrust up his hips and froze, letting out a broken cry as he came, coating Orlando's hand and spilling over onto their stomachs.

Orlando cried out as Harry's muscles contracted around him, and thrust once more before he came.

Harry growled as he felt Orlando come inside him, dragging his fingers down Orlando's back, then pulling him close again, letting his head loll back against the pillows.

Orli sighed and flopped against him, breathing heavily. "I love you." he mumbled.

"Love. you. Oh. Hell." Harry took several deep shuddering breaths, composing himself a little. He tried again. "I love you, love. So much" He loosened his arms around Orlando a little, rubbing his back.

Orli took a deep breath and pulled out, rolling onto his side so he could see Harry. "I love you so much, Harry."

Pouting a little as Orlando slid out, Harry raised his hand to tangle it in Orlando's hair. "You. I love you. More than anything, more than anyone. You." He whispered.

Orli smiled happily and chewed on his bottom lip. "I love you too...." he whispered.

Harry snuggled in closer to Orlando, a contented smile on his face. "No where to go tonight. No one to see. We can stay here- just us."

"Just us. I like it when it's just us." he murmured happily, kissing Harry's temple. "I love you."

"So happy right now. Love you so much." Harry purred.

"I'm constantly happy when you're around, no doubt about it." Orlando murmured, then poked Harry in the side. "You purred again." he giggled.

"Did not." Harry grinned, then purred again, this time on purpose.

"There! You so purred." Orli giggled again.

Harry wrinkled his nose, and giggled. "Is purring a good?"

"Purring is a sexy good. A very, very good." Orli smiled and kissed him on the nose, just to watch him wrinkle it more.

The kiss on the nose had the desired wrinkling effect, and Harry glared happily at Orlando. "You stoppit. You've fucked yourself silly, that's what you've done." Harry was getting punchy.

"Silly? I thought I was permanently silly." Orli pouted.

Harry leaned in and gave Orlando's pouting lip a quick, gentle bite. "Permanently beautiful. And amazing, and funny, and sexy, and loving." // And pretty. // Harry added cheekily, finding it amusing that his tone could be mentally cheeky.

Orli narrowed his eyes and poked out his tongue. "You say I'm evil." he muttered.

"NOT evil. Said all nice things. You just can't take a compliment." Harry grinned, shivering and snuggling in closer.

"I am not pretty. Beautiful, amazing, sexy and funny I can deal with. But not pretty." he chuckled and pulled the covers up over them.

Harry sighed. "Then I'm not cute." He settled the covers around them, cuddled up firmly on Orlando's side of the bed with him.

"Damn."

Harry tried to cover his giggles.

Orlando smirked and wrapped his arms around Harry. "Alright then, smartypants, I'm not pretty, you're not cute, but your nose still is."

Harry thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded. "Deal." He settled in, feeling protected in Orlando's arms.

"Yay!" Orli grinned and leaned his head on Harry's chest.

Harry dragged his hand through Orlando's hair. // For tonight anyway.// He grinned widely.

Orli gaped and kissed him swiftly. "Tosser." he smiled.

"Wanker. Love you."

"You're mean. And who's the wanker?!" Orli poked him again. "I love you."

Harry leaned over and kissed Orlando hard, then pulled back and kissed his forehead. "Love you. Can we sleep? I missed falling asleep with you." Harry muttered shyly.

"Yeah, we can." Orli smiled and rested his head back on Harry's chest. "Sleep is good."

"You're good. You're perfect." Harry was already drifting off, despite it being unusual for him to be the first one falling asleep, especially lately.

Orlando smiled and started to hum to himself, closing his eyes slowly.

Harry purred softly at the sound of Orlando humming, then dropped off.