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Dékato pémpto epeisódio:
Fun
It wasn't surprising for Milo that he had to carry Camus on his back all the way to the hotel. The Aquarius was affected by the wine so much, that he wasn't even able to walk in one, straight line. His eyes were dizzy and hazy and he looked… so cute in such a state, that for a long while even he, Milo couldn't move, watching his lover with a slight smile on his lips. He never saw Camus in that state Never. It was something unbelievable for him; the Scorpio was aware what Camus was thinking about drinking so much alcohol. However he was there, sitting on the warm sand of the French's beach, looking so adorable, and it could mean only, that Camus just felt comfortable and save in the presence of his lover, so he just drank this whole wine. And even if the way back was long, the blue-haired man didn't complain; as the one who had 'stronger head' he was glad to take care of his lover. And in some way it was making him happy; he felt really important right now.
"Milo…" he heard the weak voice of his lover just next to his ear. The warm breath swept his red cheek.
"What?"
"It sways…"
"I know, darling. Are you feeling sick?"
"I'm not sure… It just sways…"
"Wanna stop for a while?"
"Actually no. I think it is just another awful side effect of drinking the wine…" murmured Camus, closing his eyes and hiding his face in the blue curls of Milo, hoping that it would work. The swaying stopped.
The Scorpio Milo sighed with the admiration. He was just amazed, that Camus could talk almost consciously, using such a long sentence with many words after drinking so much wine. For the Athena's name, Camus wasn't even able to stand in the vertical position but still he could talk like nothing happened! He shook his head with the disbelief.
"Camus…" he started after a while.
No one answered. Milo looked behind, squinting at the face of his lover. The Aquarius Camus was sleeping peacefully, with slightly opened mouth and calm expression on his young face. He smiled widely.
Actually Milo couldn't believe what happened a few minutes ago. His Camus said that he was ready to make love with him. It really surprised the Scorpio Saint; he wasn't expecting this happening so soon. What a shame, that consummation of the love was prohibited on the beach. Oh, he should rather say, what a shame that Camus was a man who knew such a law and who had no intention of breaking it. Milo still could feel the sweet sensation around his groins, and the feeling of Camus' pride on his back that was rubbing lightly against his body with the every step wasn't helping him with crushing his excitement.
He sighed deeply, being glad that the hotel was really near.
After a few minutes he finally got to the building, now covered by the darkness. Only the main hall was lighted, Milo could clearly see the huge reception where the porter was sitting now.
The not young already man jumped out from behind the desk the first moment he saw the two boys entering the main hall. One of them, unconscious, was carried on the back of his companion. The porter could see that the curl-haired man was drunk.
The old man caught the stun gun, ready to demobilize them, but Milo saw his movement.
"Oh, don't worry, we are the clients. My companion has an identifier inside his back pocket. We are not terrorists or something," said Milo, figuring out what the man was thinking.
The porter, still holding his gun walked over the two men, reached into the senseless man's pocket and pulled out the card that was there. It was definitely the identifier from this hotel, with engraved the logo and number of the room and the series code of the card. He took it to the reception and typed the series number into the database, still having the eye on the two men.
After a while he had his answer, from the monitor of the computer was looking at him the face of man who now was carried by his companion. He sighed with the relief, hid the gun and walk over the two clients, looking at them critically. He returned the card to Milo.
"Sorry for returning so late, I'm aware that you should just lock the door, not letting us inside," started Milo with his innocent expression. "But my companion wanted to see the sunset; he was raised on the Siberia, so he never had the opportunity to see one. And you know… It just took a while for us to go back…"
"But everything is right with your friend?" asked the porter, believing in Milo's words.
"He is just sleeping. Too much wine; he have really weak head…"
The man smiled.
"Go. But don't cause the problems, youngsters. Just go sleep," he said with the smile. He still remembered his own youth; he understand.
Milo smiled to him and went over the elevator. He wasn't so stupid to take the path trough the stairs with Camus sleeping on his back; after all everything could end really tragically.
And finally, after a few more minutes the Scorpio Milo opened the door of their room, trying to do it as much quietly as he was able. He closed the door, switched on the lights and sighed.
"Camus, darling. We are already at the hotel. Wake up," he said softly, squinting at the face of his lover.
The Aquarius Camus murmured something under his nose and lifted his eyelids.
"What's wrong, Milo…?" he whispered weakly, like he was still asleep.
"We are back already. Change your clothes and go sleep, darling…" Milo put down him carefully on the floor, where after a while the aquamarine-haired man caught the stable ground.
"Sorry that you had to carry me the whole way here, Milo," said quietly Camus, unbuttoning slowly his shirt.
"No problem, I can do it whenever you want, Camus," answered Milo, bending down and searching in the insides of his still unpacked baggage the clothes he usually was using while sleeping. After a long while he found them. He looked at his lover quickly and almost burst into laughter. Aquarius Camus got entangled in his shirt. "Let me help you, darling…"
Milo walked over his lover, and helped him to untangle the material. He could feel the nice scent of Camus, the scent of the cold Siberia with the every move of his body. Oh, he had lucky that Camus agreed to be his lover, really lucky. Now the Scorpio could admire the slim, muscular body, the long strands of the aquamarine hair, covering the back of Camus, the dark, blue eyes that were looking at him really warmly and the shy smile on his young, pretty face. He never dreamed of something like that, even only being with Camus was much better that having sex with all these people from his past.
He touched gently the long, aquamarine hair, smelling their scent. The excitement exploded again inside his already hot body.
Maybe he could…?
The Scorpio Milo clung gently to the naked back of Camus, placing his hands on the muscular arms of the Aquarius and tenderly touching the earlobe with his lips. Camus twitched a little and turned his eyes to the Scorpio with questioning look. The blue-haired man took the opportunity and kissed gently his lover, slowly heading lower with his hands. He couldn't resist these pink and warm lips that were seducing insistently. The touch of Camus' skin was exciting him more, releasing inside him the strong emotions and desires. With the first contact with the hot lips he felt like his pride twitched a little.
Milo moaned lightly into Camus' mouth sucking slowly his lower lip, tasting the overwhelming taste of something cold, promising and lustful. He never thought that the kiss with Camus could taste so good; it was making him crazy just with touch. And when the excitement inside his body reached the top level he had to do that; he slipped his tongue and licked Camus' lips, deepening the taste. His muscles got tensed with waiting, this beast inside him roared from the pleasure, wanting to get out of the cage.
Aquarius Camus wasn't resisting, this kiss affected him too. He never felt such a pleasure while kissing Milo, it almost scared him. But he gave up to it, letting the agile tongue of Milo lick him gently. He opened slightly his mouth, slipping a little his tongue and allowing Milo to enter his mouth just for quick licks and then withdraw to suck his lower lip. They never had such a passionate caress; Camus could feel the hot waves spreading around his body.
He felt the hot hands on his arms too. The touch of Milo's warm skin was making him feel good. He even didn't oppose when one of these hands slipped from his arm and started to explore his chest, searching for muscles and stroking them gently. He only moaned louder when the strong fingers just tightened on his nipple.
Camus knew very well how it could end if one of them wouldn't stop. He could clearly feel the hardening pride of his lover on his buttock. But his mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure of the passionate kiss and the touch of Milo's hands on his skin; he just couldn't make himself to stop.
And then he felt like the other hand of his lover moved from his arm and with one, firm slip got into his pants.
"Milo…!" he broke their kiss, looking at Milo warningly, catching his arm and trying to pull it out of his pants but without the effect.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Milo asked, touching gently Camus' hot member.
"Stop it. I said that I don't want to do this here…" moaned Camus, feeling the strong fingers there.
"I know. And I promised you that we will do it in my Temple."
"Then, what are you doing now, Milo?" asked Camus, still trying to get rid of the hand that was touching his pride, making it harder.
Milo knew that now Camus wasn't able to do anything against him; he knew they could have sex right now, in this hotel, in this room with two big beds. But also he knew that Camus wouldn't forgive him if he would break his promise. After all, he promised that they would make sex for the first time in Milo's own bed, inside the Temple of the Scorpio.
"Don't worry, Camus," he whispered into the ear of Camus. "I won't do anything you don't wanna to do here. I'm just gonna have a little fun…" with these words he licked Camus cheek, leading him slowly but firmly to one of the beds.
"Fun…?" murmured Camus, when Milo made him to kneel down on the bed, placing himself behind the Aquarius' back and still touching his hardening pride
"Yes, Camus. Just fun… Just touching…" Milo answered, starting to rub slightly his loins against Camus' buttocks. The aquamarine-haired Saint moaned, feeling the hard member of Milo through the two pairs of pants, allowing him finally to take the whole gasp around his own member. "It is not making love, darling," the Scorpio added, starting to suck gently the earlobe of his lover.
The Aquarius groaned loudly, resting his head against Milo's shoulder, helping Milo with unzipping his pants and slipping it down a little. He felt relief, when his already hard member got unleashed, being stroked by his lover's hand. He couldn't resist, he started to move his hips too, deepening the pleasure of being touched by the other pride.
"Does it feel good, darling?" asked Milo, with his other hand making Camus to turn the head, so he could kiss him again. He sunk his fingers into the aquamarine, soft hair, holding the head in one place, starting to lick and suck greedily Camus' lips and after a loud moan of his lover, breaking into the mouth, searching for a tongue. When he touched Aquarius wet and hot tongue he moaned as well, fastening his movements of his other hand and causing other loud groans of Camus.
He felt as Camus' hand slipped between his two bodies and through the material of the pants touched his sensitive part of his body. He moaned into the Aquarius' mouth, kissing him deeply and hardly. But after a while he almost growled with frustration. Camus took away his hand and broke their kiss.
"Why…?" the Scorpio asked almost tearfully.
But Camus only smiled, turned around and kissed him passionately. Milo smiled too, feeling the hot tongue rampaging inside his mouth. He really loved this kind of kiss with Camus. Especially when it was his lover, who was kissing him in that way. He started to rub Camus' pride harder, wanting to make him to feel good.
The Aquarius moaned loudly, and in the revenge he released Milo's member to. He heard very satisfactorily groan of his lover, when his hand touched the pulsing pride, rubbing it firmly. It just made him more excited. It was really pleasurable to have fun with Milo.
It passed a few minutes of loud moans, deep kisses and intensive touching of two lovers kneeling on the bed. But for Camus it wasn't enough, he wanted something more. Just a little more…
With one move he made Milo lie on the bed, still kissing him deeply and lustfully. The Scorpio gasped surprised, when Camus did that; he wasn't expecting such a force from drunken man, who a while ago wasn't even able to walk on his own feet. But he didn't resist, when Camus caught his pants and almost tore them apart to take them off of his body.
And when Camus almost with one move took care of his own pants, Milo thought for a moment that Camus wanted to make love with him right now after all. But the Aquarius just sat down on his loins, smiling and kissed his lover passionately. The aquamarine strands covered their two bodies with one, beautiful cascade.
Then the cold Saint grabbed gently their two members together and started to move back and forward, rubbing them firmly. Milo moaned loudly, arching his back, tightening his one hand on the aquamarine hairs and with the second one playing with the hard nipple of Camus.
"Oh, Camus…!" he whispered into Camus mouth, feeling the hot tongue dancing with his own. His breathe was so spasmodically that it was drowning out his lover's quiet moans.
"Hmmm…?" murmured Camus, at the same time while rubbing, playing with the tip of Milo's member.
"Camus, it feels so good…" moaned Milo, moving his hips to deepening the pleasure. "Harder, darling…!"
The Aquarius chuckled under his nose, thrusting his tongue deeper into Milo's mouth, sucking and licking everywhere and fastening his movements of his body. The blue-haired man almost screamed form the pleasure, digging his nails into Camus' chest, and pulling the aquamarine strands all the time.
"Milo?"
The Scorpio moaned with the answer.
"Wanna come with me?"
Milo only nodded, allowing his lover to take away his hand from the long, aquamarine hair. He placed it in the muscular stomach, feeling under his fingers the path of dark hair on it. Camus arched his back sitting in vertical position, tightening his free fingers on Milo's nipple, taking long, hard moves with his hips and starting to moan uncontrollably. These feelings he could feel right now couldn't be compared to anything he ever felt. Even making love with Claire wasn't pleasurable as much as doing this thing with Milo. He just had to moan into the night, hearing the same moans of the pleasure coming form his lover, moving faster and faster with two hard members into his hand.
And then, after a long move and passionate groan that escaped from Milo's mouth, he came hardly, screaming his lover's name into the quiet night. The Scorpio couldn't bear it too, he released himself too with long "Camus!". Their juices mixed together, pouring over his stomach and chest.
After a few long minutes, filled with their deep breathing, Camus looked into the bright, shining eyes of Milo, and smiled. The Scorpio caught his long hair, pulled gently his lover's head and kissed him with the exhaustion.
"Camus, I love you so much," Milo whispered into Camus' ear and laid him on the other side of the bed. Then he kissed him gently. "Sorry, darling but I have to clean myself…" he murmured after a while.
Camus looked at him disappointed, but didn't say anything. Milo jumped out of the bed and disappeared inside the bathroom.
A few minutes later Milo entered their bedroom, looking at his lover. He sighed, defeated. Camus was already sleeping, covered by the blanket.
Having no other options he just headed to his own bed.
But before he reached it, the still warm hand caught his wrist. Camus almost brutally pulled him under his own blanket and encircled his muscular arms around the Scorpio's body. Their lips met each other again in long, passionate kiss. Milo smiled feeling like his lover was passing away finally, falling asleep with still linked lips.