Seymour made an 'eep'-ing sound and went completely red. He glanced over in Hirsch's direction, looking terribly embarrassed and indecisive. Seymour never trusted himself to make too many decisions in the bedroom. He was unaware of his limits sometimes and often if he went too far, he would end up hurting himself...

He sighed, looking down slightly. He said nothing.

Hirsch knew how to read Seymour--to him, his younger brother was an open book. "He doesn't want to say it, but he'd be willing to do a little bit, perhaps...trust me, I can tell," Hirsch hummed, translating Seymour's reaction for Cam.

Cam looked up when Hirsch spoke, lust clear in his eyes. He couldn't help it, he wanted them both. "You must be able to read him very well then." He walked over to where Hirsch stood, Seymour still in his arms. He kissed him lightly, the coil of lust in his belly raging into an inferno as heat spread though his body from being so close to both of them. "What do you suggest we do then?"

"You can take him to his room, if you remember where it is. I'll fetch one of my cameras...set it up somewhere in the room. As long as Seymour knows I'm watching from somewhere, he should be fine. Just stop if he seems upset." Hirsch had done this before, obviously...Seymour needed to know that he was monitoring the situation.

"I think I remember the way, he showed it to me earlier. In fact he gave me a tour of the house. It was very interesting. Don't worry I won't do anything he doesn't want me to do." His eyes widened at the mention of a camera but he just smiled and started towards Seymour's room.

He reached Seymour's room and kept his grip on him as he took his other hand and pushed the door open. He walked in and sat him gently on the bed. He sat down beside him and waited for Hirsch to bring in the camera. He was slightly disappointed that Hirsch wouldn't be in the room with them but at the same time was aroused at the thought that he would be watching them. This would give him a chance to explore Seymour without him freezing up from fear because Hirsch wasn't there. He looked over at Seymour and gave him a sweet smile.

Seymour clung to Cam uncertainly while he was carried and then relaxed into a half-laying half-sitting position on his bed, his eyes glued to the door. He was still visibly nervous...but he would probably always be that way. He was not seductive in any way, though the way he looked unintentionally brought lustful actions upon him from other people...

Hirsch did not want to be there the first time. He would gladly 'attend' other times, but for the first time he wanted the two of them to be as alone as possible.

It took him a few minutes to find a good wireless camera, but when he did, he brought it to Seymour's room and set it up near the door. He fiddled with it and then flicked it on, giving Cam a thumbs-up and hurrying out of the room.

He grinned back at Hirsch and then looked over at Seymour. He waited a few minutes so that Hirsch could get back to where he needed to be to start watching then moved a little closer to Seymour and gently putting his hand on his leg. He looked at him with concern. He didn't want to make him more nervous than he already was. "Is this ok?"

Seymour looked away at once, looking terribly embarrassed. But he took a glance at the camera, a close one to make sure it was running, and then he nodded, just slightly. That was probably the most confirmation that Cam was going to get from him...Seymour was generally reserved in bed, unlike his brother. He was vocal, of course...but only when he couldn't control his mouth anymore.

Cam hesitated for a moment and then climbed up on the bed next to him and looked down at him, his eyes glowing with desire. He slowly brought his head down and kissed Seymour lightly on the lips right after breathing out, "Your beautiful, did you know that?". Perhaps this time would be different from earlier. He brought his hand up and gently cupped his cheek as he kissed him. He was going to feel terrible if he didn't get a response of any kind and would stop immediately.

Seymour tensed up, but then relaxed. He did not respond to the kiss. He rarely did so, it seemed...he was perfectly relaxed even and wasn't returning Cam's kiss. It took quite a bit of bodily convincing to convince his lips to move. They did so on their own...it was rare when he could return too much affection without a bit of physical stimulation.

He wasn't tense...he wasn't still, either--he shifted around a little bit to get himself comfortable. He didn't look frightened...he was relaxed...

Cam took it as a good sign that Seymour hadn't become completely immobilized this time even though he hadn't responded to his kiss. He let his other hand wander down Seymour's side, liking the way he felt under his fingertips. He decided to continue his kisses but moved to Seymour's neck to nuzzle him softly.

Seymour jumped when Cam's hand ran down his side. He was very sensitive, it seemed. His neck was also sensitive, because he twitched when it was nuzzled and looked away, totally embarrassed that it was so easy to make him squirm. He hated being so sensitive to everything...even when someone accidentally brushed up against him in public he would squeak and have to move away.

Cam smiled against Seymour's neck and continued to kiss him softly. His other hand moved over onto Seymour's stomach and made small circles gently. He stopped what he was doing with his mouth and looked down at Seymour, his eyes soft. "Do you want me to stop?" He had felt it when he jumped and wanted to make sure he was ok.

"I'm fine..." Seymour stayed still, but he curled up just a bit. He was just sensitive...more sensitive than the average person, anyway. This unfortunately also made him super-ticklish in places. He was sure that Cam didn't know that...but he would if he found a ticklish spot on him somewhere. Hirsch often teased him by chasing him through the house, tackling him, and then tickling him until he cried and pleaded for mercy.

His hand roamed over Seymour's stomach moving softly over to his other side. He ran his hand up his other side slowly, his fingertips brushing his skin. His other hand ran down his neck, letting his fingers brush against his collarbone. He had moved his head back to Seymour's neck and was softly kissing him again.

Seymour was silent. He squirmed when he was touched, indicating that the touches were more than welcome. He appeared to be fine with his sensitivity until Cam struck a certain area on one of his sides. Then he squealed and bit his lip, grinning despite himself. He was terribly ticklish there...

Cam grew a little more confidant as Seymour squirmed in a way that showed he liked the way Cam was touching him. Getting a little bolder he let the hand on Seymour's stomach dip lower, right below his navel. He jumped slightly when Seymour squealed and looked down at him. He saw the grin on his face and grinned back as he realized he had found a ticklish spot. Unable to resist he tickled him a little more.

Seymour squealed more, kicking his legs out half-heartedly in an attempt to neutralize this tickling threat hovering over him. He was red in the face again, totally embarrassed of becoming a giggling mess over being tickled. It was rather adorable to see, considering the red contrasted greatly with his pale skin and ocean-blue eyes.

He grinned at Seymour's attempt to kick out and tickled him some more, amusement dancing in his eyes. He was just too cute. He wrapped his leg over Seymour's waist, straddling him as he tickled him some more. He leaned down and said in a seductive voice, "Hmm what do I get if I stop tickling you?"

Seymour wiggled beneath him, trying to get him off so he would stop tickling him, perhaps. He swatted at him, going even redder than before, but he didn't say anything. He was too busy concentrating on trying not to laugh--he was biting his lip rather hard to block out any sound.

Cam could see how hard he was trying not to laugh and went to tickling him with a vengeance. "Let's see how long you can stand not laughing," he said with a grin. When he felt him wiggling, trying to get him off of him, he let himself roll over, Seymour ending up on top of him. He laughed as he kept tickling him. This was too much fun.

Seymour took the opportunity when he saw it to scuttle off of Cam and away to the other side of the bed. He immediately curled up, bringing his legs up to his chest, and blocked off any ticklish areas or areas he knew that Cam wanted to get to from view or touching range. He didn't want to be tickled.

Cam sat up and held up his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok I'll stop. I promise." He moved over to where he was curled up and snuggled up next to him. He put his arm around him and pulled him to him gently, bringing them face to face. "I won't tickle you anymore, really,"he said softly, as he brushed the hair out of Seymour's eyes. He looked deep into them with his own amber eyes. "Wow. You have beautiful eyes."

Seymour's face flooded with color once more at Cam's comment, and he simply leaned forward to rest his head on the human's shoulder, looking embarrassed. He was much more of a cuddly person, it seemed, than a lusty person. Hirsch was a very lustful, seductive person. The two of them differed so greatly...

Cam snuggled up against him and slowly let his hand trail down his side again, careful not to trigger any ticklish spots. He moved to his back and rubbed it gently, taking advantage of Seymour's head being on his shoulder and kissing on his ear. He could feel his heartbeat against his chest. He pulled him even closer until no space separated them at all. He was sure Seymour could feel his arousal as he moved up against him.

Seymour went quite red, but he closed his eyes and relaxed after taking a quick look at the camera across the room. He seemed to be all right...he wasn't protesting or fighting to get away. He was fairly calm, discounting his racing heartbeat and reddened cheeks. His hands rested near Cam's back but not directly on it. He was always reluctant to touch...