fall back to earth @ spectre

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] This is why he couldn't date women. To be truthful, Aleksei could go well by this comparison: he wasn't a gentle man, but he was a gentleman. It all just depended on the situation and time. If he was going out on a date with a lady, he would have been on his best behavior - which honestly just included a nice, Italian tuxedo, alongside those silk handkerchief in his breast pocket; and maybe a beautiful bouquet of flowers to go alongside all that. He'd fill his words with mild flirtations and manners, because that's what the lady probably would have wanted. But he wouldn't have felt comfortable like that - because he's not the type of guy who'd go and dress up, all chivalrous and sweet, because that's not how he was created to be. Now, granted, he was a peaceful, nice fellow who was mannered and gentle - especially to ladies - but that didn't mean he had a flip-side to him. And really, where he belonged was right here, with one person that he could trust and dedicate the rest of his life to, and love like a rude, impromptu scuffle that left him thirsting for more. "Twenty-two?" Oh, damn. He knew he had an eye for younglings, but now he just downright felt like some sort of a pedophile. Grinning, though, he doesn't stop attacking the other's throat, teeth slackening their hold and merely pressing lazy kisses against the pulse-point. "Well, I guess I'm going'ta haf'ta go and teach you how to love and all that. From how you're kissin', you wouldn't be able'ta kiss a lady, even. She'd get too bored and leave." It's obvious that he's merely messing around with Alasair, now, as he feels up the other's side. His hand catches a slight uplifting on the other's pants, though, so he looks at the place, giving Alasair a nice, double-entrendre of a wink as he digs out the paper. Happy bir- what? Oh, okay. Yes. Twenty-three? Much better. Laughing, he just presses back onto the other's chest, pinning his wrists above the other's snowy head as he presses warm kisses on his supple lips, whispering, "happy birthday, kiddo. I s'pose this is your first real gift, yeah?" Then, quickly, "hey, ain't that cool? I gave you your drink as your present - but I guess fate has more in store for us, whad'dya know?" Wink. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]Alasair simply scoffs in response. As if he's some lovely lady the man can just charm. "Did you get that line out from that Twilight trash?" He grins to show he's only teasing as he, this time, pulls his fingers through the belt loops and drags Aleksei flush against his chest, enclosing whatever little space there was between the two. "I suppose fate's decided to give me a new puppy for a present, huh? Well, little bear, I'll take care of you just nicely," he grins wryly. With abandon, he leans in to press a bruising kiss against the other's jaw. His throat pulses in tune to his rapid heart and the skin is flush with bruises and bites like he's never had to endure before. "You best thank yourself it's winter," he winces, pressing two fingers to his abused neck. He arches his throat, showing off the bruises in contrast to his pale skin. Despite his complaints, Alasair quite enjoys this rough manhandling. And he knows Aleksei enjoys this too. It's a strangely perfect match they make. Maybe they really were simply meant to be. "You sure you don't have a job to tend to, Mr. Sexy Bartender?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Ha ha, bloody ha. "Y'know, now that I think 'bout it, that was damn cheesy. I'll apologize for that, pretty lady. I mean, I can't help it. You're so beautiful, y'know? What am I supposed'ta do? All my Casanova's rushin' out." He sends Alasair yet another saucy wink, but he's pressed against the other's smaller frame, and smiles, chuckling breathlessly. "Okay, so you like'ta take control, is that what's up?" Well, to be really honest, he didn't mind going ahead and letting someone else take control ... For a while. Because hey, who the hell was he kidding? He was Aleksei Ivanov, damnit. There was no way that he was going to let anyone take control or dominate him, unless he was just playing along. In the twenty-seven years of his life, he hadn't ever fallen short of domination, especially when a challenge was at his face. And now, with such a big little bundle of a challenge given by his truly, ( lady Alasair ), there was no way he was going to back out of it. Or rather, bottom out of it. That would be just shameful. He had a reputation to uphold! Although, he was definitely going to spam being his little Cubchoo self to get out of pickles. That was a serious advantage, because he was just going to wiggle out of tight places ( pickles, really, yum ), because he had some serious cuteness when he was a tiny Cubchoo. Of course, to uphold his reputation, he didn't slip into it much. But with Alasair? He was going to press the heck out of that like pressing the 'A' button on a Nintendo DS to pass the long dialogues. Dude, no-one could deny his sick, awesome ability/skill to create his own similes. Go him, man. Go him. "Ooh. If we're going'ta play like that, trainer, you'd best take caution. I bite. Hard. Especially when there's rowdy little fellas like you that always seem'ta pull my collar." He gnashes his teeth as a simple show, the pearly whites disappearing each time his lips tightened over them, grin obvious, as he presses Alasair against the wall even sharply. "Less talkin', more sexin', 'aight? 's a good little philosophy of mine'ta go by." Then, he presses a staccato kiss, teasing and hot, against the other's torso, lips against the flesh that bore the heart underneath, "c'mon, kiddo. Let's play." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]Now, that's more like it. He's still unaccustomed to all of these new fluttery kisses. He can handle bitter and oh, he can handle rough, but it's really the kindest of kisses that break the hardest of hearts. Wait, that was a Florence and Machine lyric. Was he allowed to think that? Oh well. He wonders how fast his heart is beating when Aleksei kisses just a touch over his pulse and his forehead is hot with sweat, the snowy locks sticking to his skin. But above all, what really rustles his jimmies are Aleksei's words. Words are much more powerful to set him off anyway despite his rambunctious, reckless attitude. Maybe because they're so opposite of him that they wreak the most havoc. Physical pain, he can handle. It's the mental torment he can't. With a soft, breathy sigh, his eyelashes flutter just like some damn princess in a fairytale, but he can't help it at all. He's hanging on a loose wire and he's doing his very best to resist ripping off Aleksei's clothes and riding him right there and now, but he knows he wants to be tormented at the same time. He wants to beg and claw his way for his reward. Defiantly, he presses back against Aleksei as his hands snake up to the zipper of the other's pants and toys with the little offensive piece of metal. "I'm afraid you'd lose. I'm damn good at playing this game, old man. Call me princess, lady, whatever you want. You're not going to steer the bruises away," he grins devilishly as he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of the other's lip and drags it out with the grit of his teeth. "Maybe I'm a bit of a sadomasochist. Think you can handle me?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] 'You're not going to steer the bruises away'? What the hell was he, a great-grandson of Shakespeare? In his twenty-seven years of his good life, he had never heard someone say something as eloquent as that. Just what else did the kid have up his sleeve? Did he have to get on his knees and growl magniloquent, impressive words that sounded voluptuous in order to woo him, or something? The thought just places a grin on his stubbly features, but Aleksei doesn't mind. If he's gotten this much of a nice catch, there was no way he was going to just let him go. ... Not that he could, anyway. He was bound to this reckless, crass little pain, but he didn't mind. Because honestly, he'd been begging whatever deity up there ( okay, when he was a younger Cubchoo, he prayed to Arceus every day, okay, no need'ta tease, god, ) for a trainer that could keep him on his toes. And Arceus, the Alpha, apparently had totally listened to his prayers and sent down this eloquent little fella of a trainer for him, filling him in all his weak spots and supporting his strong areas, just because Arceus was totally rad like that. Sadomasochist, huh? Aleksei laughs, a throaty, low purring of a laughter, right into the other's ear; he's leaning down, now, face extremely close to the other's drop-dead gorgeous ones - honestly, those fluttering lashes belonged to a princess, not him ( but he wasn't complainin', ) and those brilliant blues filled with some sort of wanton challenge only made Aleksei full of anticipation. "A'ight, princess, but you offered me the chance'ta call you that, so I'mma go ahead and make you all regret that you've let me, yeah?" Now, isn't he rude? Aleksei knew that he should go slow - he wants to savor all this moment - but honestly, those pretty hands could be somewhere much nicer and bigger than on his zipper. Beejebus. But he just knows that Alasair's just teasing him, with his pretty face and coquettish comments, as he cups the other's face, tilting his chin upwards. "Oh, please. I think I've waited long enough'ta break you in, kiddo. Say goodbye'ta your behavior, princess. You're going'ta be those innocent, submissive little wife by the time that we're done." Then, cheekily, "Think that the princess can pull of an all-nighter, hm?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]That throaty laugh really gets to him and Alasair is trying not to let it show aside from the extreme tightness in his jeans. The laugh travels straight south to his groin and he represses the whine that threatens to part his lips. Instead, Alasair meets Aleksei's gaze straight-on. Despite the brilliant blue eyes framed by snowy lashes, his gaze is direct and challenging. "I may have given you permission, but that doesn't mean you can abuse that privilege," he counters to the silly petname. Please. He's hardly a princess. Where's his tiara? C'mon, fairy godmother. Get it straight. His hands catch the man's wrists almost nervously, but he brings up a knee to the man's groin and rotates it very so slightly, waiting for the delicious catch of breath. He takes his bloody sweet time and oh, he's having way too much fun with this. "My, my. Wife already?" Alasair quirks an eyebrow. "You're more of a teddy bear than a husband," he grins devilishly. Bring it on, Aleksei. Alasair would like to see you try. "All night and all morning, peasant." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] ... Peasant? Dude, seriously. For someone who kept on denying the fact that he was basically a male Cinderella, his word choice was simply ludicrous. Honestly, he was halfway expecting their sexing to be something more of a coitus, or something. Although it wasn't a turn-off, Aleksei would have to get used to this kiddo abusing the English language and confusing him to hell and back. Seriously, this kid. "Alright, princess, this peasant will be sure'ta catch your attention and hold it. By the way, you -" Oh, damn. Those were some talented knees. What even was going on? He'd never been turned on by knees before, but Alasair was just a bundle of new surprises, wasn't he? Choking back a breath, he merely throws his head back and ends up hitting the wall, but he doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he just stays like that, broad chest moving up and down slowly, as he lifts back his head to gaze lustfully at the other. "Better start ridin', princess. I really don't think you can go all day and all night, so I'll cushion things for you, yeah?" Soon, he's taken Alasair against the wall, before grinding their hips together; and of course, he'd ordered the main dish, not the appetizers. There was just no need. "If you pass out, I'm going'ta just ignore you, you understand me?" But those barrage of kisses on the other's throat must mean something different, right? Right. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]Apparently, Aleksei doesn't much like it when Alasair tries to take control. The thought makes his lips curl into a coy smile, but he's suddenly pressed against the wall and they're basically have sex with all their clothes on. It's maddeningly infuriating and Alasair wonders where his self-respect's gone when he's all too pleased to indulge in the other's remarkably sinful hips. He supposes the little catch of breath was certainly worth it though. Hah, take that, Aleksei! "You want me to ride already? What kind of princess rides like some filthy whore?" he chides playfully as he lazily throws his head back against the wall. The loose tendrils of snowy hair tickle the back of his neck as his hips seem to have a mind of their own accord. He makes sure to create friction between their matching bruises and he's feeling way too good about himself. He chokes back a whimper as his bruised lips are parted in a wanton 'o'. Eyes half-lidded, Alasair still has the sass to counter. "Just make sure to be careful of knockin' over my invisible tiara, peasant. I mean, did you even take your Viagra pills tonight?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] "Oh, sorry, princess. I didn't see your cheap tiara, there. Did you get it at the dollar store? I mean, the paint's crackin' off the edges." Aleksei's smile is absolutely predatory, hands already gripping Alasair's waist so hard that they seem to bruise, but he's not apologetic - not at all. Before anything else, though, he unbuttons a few buttons on Alasair's shirt, warm hands pressing against the other's pallid torso, before dipping down to kiss his throat, humming. "I don't think you'd need'ta worry about anything, darlin'. Maybe you should take the Viagra, yourself. I mean. Who knows? 's obvious that you need it more than me, though." Aleksei basically rules out that offense, grinning, "'sides. Don't worry, kiddo. I won't tell if you're as small as my pinky." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]"Damn straight. Don't disrespect on the cheap tiara." Alasair just rolls his eyes in response as he lazily kisses the other's jaw, scratching the underside of his jaw like a kitten. "Who's a good little teddy bear?" His heart is hammering against his pale chest as he feels calloused, warm hands trail against the heated flesh and his breathing escalates. He's never really taken the role of the woman before. In fact, he's secretly a virgin, but Aleksei definitely didn't have to know that. He leans in to press a tender kiss against the other's lips: a sharp contrast to all the rough manhandling they've been doing so far. "I'll probably need a microscope to even see yours," he counters, "I'm sure it's adorable." [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Ouch. Microscope? Little Aleksei was not appreciating that comment, not by one bit. Grinning, Aleksei just decides to stay silent, looking over at the other and trying to count up his luck. How did someone become so lucky as to find such a lovely, sweet little thing like this? Chuckling, Aleksei goes ahead and presses a hand against his white locks, before ruffling them softly. "Don't be so shy, darlin'. I mean, I sure as heck don't know where you are, but ... All I can really tell is that you're all mine, y'see?" Before doing anything else, he looks down and presses a warm kiss on the other's forehead, before cradling him close as a moment of absolute sentimentality, alright? "There's no need'ta be so rude to me, Alasair. After all, 'm doin' you a favor and ... Heck, actually, you're doin' me a favor. Thanks, for that." Smiling, Aleksei leans down and licks at the button of the other's trousers with his tongue, flicking it against the metallic pieces. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]Before Alasair can stop himself, his breath stutters when Aleksei just aggravatingly flicks his tongue against the button of his jeans. Oh, God. Sweet Jesus, have mercy! His own hands work their way into the other's snowy locks, tugging at several strands of hair. He groans softly, practically begging the man to please continue because at this rate, his self-control is going to settle at the level of a dog in heat. "Can I tell you a secret, Aleksei?" he pauses, hands shaking slightly. He wonders how in the world he's decided to lose his virginity to a man he's met less than an hour ago. It's completely brash and reckless, but maybe that's why he's so in love with the idea. "I ...haven't actually done anything like this before. So ...yeah." Leave it up to eloquence to abandon him in his darkest hour. "You're welcome though," he grins lazily, brushing a stray lock of hair from the other's face. "...You know, we hardly know each other. Isn't this a little ...sudden?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] No, Aleksei wanted to say, heck no. Heck no, this wasn't sudden. This wasn't sudden at all. Why was Alasair doing this to him? Why ... Why had he totally gotten himself all flustered and luring in Aleksei, and totally decide to end now? But honestly, he understood. A part of him just wanted to shut the kid up and continue, but he pushed down that side of his raging Beartic and keeps himself calm, merely popping back up and stretching his leg muscles which he limps on with a slight grunt. He wraps his arms around Alasair and pulls him close, instead of the wall, and chuckles, kissing his snowy-white locks smoothly. "Shhh, young lil' Casanova, I've got'cha. There's nothing'ta fear. Your big, scary Cubchoo's got you all covered, yeah?" Oh, he knows. He knows it's a little bit sudden, but he couldn't have helped it. He just wanted Alasair - and honestly, he had him. He was his trainer; he was his gijinka. He had nothing to fear. Still, he leans down, looking straight into Alasair's oculars, brilliant blue against matching colour, as he presses a slight nibble onto the other's ear, kissing afterward. "I don't mind. You be as picky and selective as you want'ta be, lil' princess, I've still got'cha." He wasn't so good at endearment, but he'd sure as heck try. Besides, a handsome, sexy man like him could build up on some Shakespearean word choices, no problem! [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[alasair luce]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]What? Alasair certainly didn't mean for Aleksei to stop! Before he can protest, he's pulled against the man's chest and affectionately cuddled. He does revel in the shared body heat, but he manages to wriggle out of the other's arms and shove him back against the wall. Hands placed firmly on either side of Aleksei, Alasair leans in to graze his teeth against the other's ear softly. "If that's the way it's going to be, then as your princess, I humbly command you to never stop. And yes, I want to go all night and all morning," he counters, trying really hard not to huff in frustration. His slim hands run lazily down the man's torso, toying with the remaining buttons as he looks up, matching blue for blue. "Are you sure my big, scary Cubchoo's even capable of satisfying my ravenous appetite?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]TAG: sexy aleksei[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]

[Aleksei Ivanov]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px] Oh, so the kid didn't like being babied? Odd, he would have thought that the kid definitely liked being coddled and stuff like that. Fitted him as a nice princess, anyway. Chuckling, he just goes ahead and allows Alasair to speak, offering both of his hands - palms front - in the universal sign of complete surrender. If Alasair wanted to change his colors and become all strong all of a sudden, he'd allow that. Besides, there was no need for hurry - or worry, for that matter. He's about to speak, but he feels fingers against his torso and against the remaining buttons, and he can't help but to grumble out an unhappy sound. "'Ey, kiddo, I know you're not as skilled as I can, but I have'ta hurry up and give lil' Aleksei some attention, y'know? I really don't think I want'ta become ... y'know, blue. There. Specifically. Don't git me wrong - I love the color blue, yeah? I love your eyes, and my eyes, for that matter. But ... Some places of your body aren't meant'ta become blue, y'see?" Cue sheepish look here, as he leans in to give the other an Eskimo-kiss, nose rubbing against the other's, "I'd appreciate it if the princess now got off'er high rocker and decided to ride her pretty lil' pony, yeah?" [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #a9b7bb] [style=background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]TAG: darling alasair[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px] WORDS[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; background-color: #a9b7bb; padding: 2px]© MOO OF OTE[/style][/style]