"That, my love, would be Chris Pine," he answered, leaning back into Orlando's embrace. Into the solid chest and strong thighs and the half-hard cock pressing against his ass, noticeable even through their layers of clothing. "Our new Kirk."
"Mmmm...is he now?" Sharp teeth gently nipped at the exposed bit of skin above Karl's shirt collar. Karl's eyes fluttered shut, the sights and sounds of the party around them falling away into oblivion until only Orlando remained. The world could go fuck itself as long as Orlando kept touching him.
He turned, wrapped his arms around Orlando's waist, nuzzled at the bristled sweep of Orlando's jaw. "He's got a thing for men, I think. And rough sex."
"Does he?" The question was part speculation, part calculation.
"Overheard me on the phone with you the other week." Karl's lips traveled north, brushed across Orlando's. "I was telling you how beautiful you look with your cock up my ass."
"It is my favorite place to be," Orlando agreed, and when Karl opened his eyes, his vision was full of Orlando's answering gleam. "How curious is he?"
Karl knew his smile was just this side of debauched. "Let's find out, shall we?"