rpg_palace | Harry/Orlando- Needles and...needles... (Reply)

Backdated.
Takes place after Gwyn talks at Harry,
Johnny and Harry have lunch, and
Harry and Christian talk business. ]

Harry walked into the suite, groaning as he kicked off his shoes, not even doing his usual 'watch with glee' as they thumped against the wall before padding into the bedroom and collapsing face down onto the bed with a muffled groan.

Orlando raised an eyebrow form where he sat on the couch. "Harry? You okay?" he asked, lifting his jacket and stabbing the shoulder with the needle again.

"Nggrhmmmpfwm."

"Didn't catch that." Orlando grinned.

Harry raised his head off the bed. "Fuckin' day. Bloody Gwyn. Kill me now," he said, letting his head fall to the mattress with a thump again.

Orlando yelped as he drove the needle into the tip of his index finger. He dropped the jacket and pressed his lips to th wound. "Wha? Gywn?"

"Uh huh," Harry groaned. "What was that noise- someone pinch your arse?" he asked, raising his head and frowning.

"I stabbed myself with a needle, smartass." Orlando said, leaning against the doorframe.

Harry rolled on his side, resting on his elbow. "On a needle?

"You know, thing you use to sew clothing with?" Orlando smirked.

"You're sewing?" Harry looked even more confused.

"The arm of my jacket tore."

"Aren't there people who... sew things?"

"If you want a job done well..."

"Pay someone a lot of money to do it for you?" Harry tried to look innocent.

Orlando rolled his eyes and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I learnt to sew when I was ten. May as well put learning to good use."

"I'm kidding, monster. Only take that view with the corporation. You learned to sew?"

"Yep. Went through a stage where I sewed everything together."

"Everything? Like what?" Harry looked suspicious.

"Oh, ask Anna. I got her a few times..."

"Oh, see- now I'm gonna. She gets you back for some past wrong- be it on your own head."

"I sewed her trouser legs together. Big deal." He grinned wickedly.

"Get singed for it?" Harry snorted.

Orlando laughed. "No, not yet."

"At least that sister's sane- even when she's burning shite up," Harry grumbled, flopping down face first again.

"Oh, Gwyn isn't that bad."

"Came to my office this morning to bitch me out," Harry said, his voice muffled.

"She...what?" Orlando raised his eyebrows again.

"Showed up at my office to tell me what was what," Harry raised his head, folding his arms and resting them under his chin.

"Did she?" Orlando asked.

"Mmhm," Harry murmured, wondering if he should get into it or not- suddenly wondering if it would upset Orlando.

"Do tell." Orlando smirked.

"She doesn't like me," Harry shrugged.

Orlando laughed and leant down, snuggling against him. "I figured that, but that's her problem."

"Ooh- and I'm a bad influence, unsuitable, a mistake that you will hopefully come to regret..." Harry paused, trying to remember all of his described faults. "Oh- and she's gonna come after me if I ever hurt you or embarrass your family. Or, y'know- pay someone to do it, more like."

"Well, she certainly missed the memo, didn't she." Orlando kissed his cheek and smiled. "She's all talk."

"All talk, blonde and fingernails," Harry added.

"Yeah, fingernails." Orlando nodded. "She's just protective, s'all. One day, she might like you enough to smile at you."

"Protective of you I don't mind- I can understand that. Well, except for the bit where you don't need to be protected. Ah, fuck it," Harry shrugged. "I'm not going through everything we did and mostly shaking my... mild inferiority complex just to go there again."

"She was right about one thing though." Orlando grinned wickedly and kissed his nose.

"ACK!" Harry wrinkled his nose and swatted at Orlando. "Stoppit! What was she right about?"

"You're a bad influence." Orlando giggled and kissed his nose again.

"Am not!" Harry huffed, nose crinkling again as he tried to duck away.

Orlando leaned over and kissed him properly. "You are, and you know it. But I love you."

"I'm a bad influence, huh? How's that then?" Harry murmured, leaning up for another kiss. "Love you."

"You just are...."

"Mmm. Should we tell her how I corrupted you?"

"Better not."

"You're no fun," Harry pouted.

Orlando kissed him hard. 'Yes I am."

"Yeah? Sittin on the couch of evenings and sewing? Not exactly a wild night on the town..."

"Screw the town."

Harry raised his eyebrow. "Got a better offer?"

"Mmm. GOnna fuck you through the mattress. Sound good?" Orlando asked, leaning over him.

"Jesus," Harry breathed, shivering a little. "Sounds fucking perfect."

Orlando grinned and kissed him hard again,.

Harry shivered harder, wrapping his arms around Orlando and leaning up into the kiss.

Orlando purred and played with the buttons of Harry's shirt.

"Mmm... " Harry relaxed against the bed, sighing in pleasure at Orlando's touch.

Orlando smiled into the kiss and slowly undid the buttons, sliding Harry's shirt off and purring again.

Harry shivered, goosebumps raising over his skin as the cool air hit his skin, sighing into Orlando's mouth.

Orlando moved to kiss Harry's neck, tugging his own shirt off and moaning at the contact.

"Yes..." Harry breathed, tilting his head back and skimming his fingers over Orland's back.

Orlando moaned again and arched against his fingers, stroking his hands down over Harry's stomach teasingly.

"Monster..." Harry growled, flinching at the touch, his cock throbbing against the restrictive
denim.

Orlando fumbled with Harry's jeans, growling as he pulled them off slowly.

"Love when you do that," Harry moaned under his breath, lifting up as Orlando slipped his jeans
off.

"Do what?" Orlando asked, sitting up so he could get his own jeans off.

Harry opened his eyes to watch Orlando strip, a growl sounding low in his chest.

Orlando smiled up at him. "Do that again..." he purred.

Ohfuckpurr Harry growled again, extending it for longer.

Orlando crawled back up to him and kissed him softly. "So sexy..." he grinned.

"Cheeky," he breathed, mirroring his grin.

"You are sexy..." Orlando grinned, kissing his neck again.

"And you're a bloody wanton," Harry muttered, arching up under him.

"Maybe..." Orlando purred, trailing his hand down Harry's stomach again, tracing the bottom of his cock.

"Fuck...." Harry near-whimpered, his eyes closing involuntarily.

Orlando moved down, kissing his chest and stomach, before kissing the tip of his cock softly with a grin.

"Wanton...sexy... tryin' to kill me," Harry moaned, spreading his legs wider and arching up a little, trying to move his cock closer to Orlando's mouth.

Orlando chuckled softly, before lowering his mouth slowly over Harry's cock.

"Shitfuckgoddamnhellbugger oh FUCK"

Orlando grinned and moved lower, his hands tracing patterns on the insides of Harry's thighs.

Harry pressed against Orlando's fingers, then let his legs spread wider, very slowly raising his body up, Orlando's mouth undoing him.

Resting a hand on Harry's hip, Orlando swirled his tongue, humming softly.

Pressing up against the hand over his hip, Harry moved his free hand into Orlando's hair, tangling his fingers through his hair.

Orlando purred again, teasing Harry with light touches before pulling back and smiling, licking Harry's taste off his lips.

Harry groaned as Orlando pulled away, his eyes opening just in time to see Orlando licking at his lips. He arched his hips in a slow circle, his eyes on Orlando the whole time.

Orlando leaned forwards and kissed him softly, hand reaching for the lube.

Harry moved his hips again, raising them high up, then lowering them to the bed again, his cheeks flushed red with anticipation.

Orlando kissed his neck, fumbling with the cap. He grinned and pressed two slick fingers against Harry's entrance, teasing him.

"Orlando," Harry growled, the sound vibrating through his chest.

"Mmm?" Orlando hummed.

"Your turn will come- just remember that," he forced out, trying to press back against his fingers.

Orlando laughed and slid them inside Harry, curling them.

Harry smiled, the expression slowly, transforming to one of pure pleasure as he felt the fingers working inside him, letting out a soft sigh.

Orlando groaned and kissed his neck again, sucking gently. "Tell me when, won't you."

Harry nodded slowly, rolling his hips and just savoring the feeling of Orlando's fingers, tightening around them, fucking himself just on them as long as he could stand, until each move was accompanied by a gasp, looking down at Orlando with desperate yes. "Please... please?" he whispered.

Orlando moaned and coated himself, withdrawing his fingers. He rested against Harry's entrance long enough to give him a quick kiss before slamming into him.

Harry cried out, his cock throbbing hot and hard against his stomach, sweat glistening all over him.

Orlando growled and kissed him hard again, thrusting hard into him. He trailed his hands up
Harry's sides, pressing them against his chest.

"Love you-" Harry managed to choke out before letting out another cry, hips snapping up to meet
Orlando's thrusts.

Orlando moaned. "I love you so fucking much..." he whispered.

"Love you," Harry repeated, managing to wrap his legs around Orlando, gasping as he slid deeper, leaning up for a hard kiss. "Need you," he growled.

Orlando cried out and pressed back into the kiss passionately. He moaned and changed the angle slightly, pulling Harry closer.

Harry bit off a scream as Orlando brushed against his sweet spot, his next stroke hitting the mark perfectly, cock leaking against his stomach. "Orlando-" he whispered, barely managing the word.

Pressing his hand against Harry's stomach, Orlando moved his other to Harry's cock, stroking him slowly.

Harry sighed in pleasure, rocking slowly up into Orlando's hand, letting the slow burn take over, whispering his name again and again as his release rolled through him, pulsing over Orlando's hand.

Orlando moaned loudly as Harry's muscles clenched around him, tearing his orgasm from him. "Fuck..." he whispered against Harry's shoulder.

Harry forced his eyes open, looking up at Orlando, lips parted, still shuddering with aftershocks. "Love- god, love you," he gritted out.

Orlando pressed a kiss to Harry's shoulder, sighing happily. "Love you too."

"Am I still a bad influence?" Harry murmured, letting his legs slip from around Orlando's waist.

Orlando pulled back and laid next to him, grinning. "Oh yes."

"Beautiful."

"I love you..." Orlando murmured.

"I love you. Don't care if Gwyn likes me or not- you love me. That's all that matters."

"Good." Orlando smiled.

"Can I ask you a favor?" Harry asked, wriggling in to make himself more comfortable.

Orlando smiled. "Sure. Anything."

"Teach me to sew?"

Orlando raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I'm seeing future revenge possibilities here against Christian. Planning ahead is always helpful."

Orlando laughed. "Okay, I'll teach you.|"

"Knew there was a reason I loved you."

Orlando pouted. "Only love me cause I can sew?"

"Nope- because you support me even when I'm plotting evil."

Orlando leaned over and kissed him. "Love you."

"Love you too. Love you always."