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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 0:03:03 GMT -5
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Of course, Carmine had that feeling that Jet might only be saying that because they were friends. It was a friend's job to tell another that they're perfect, when they're feeling down. Even when it's not the truth. Anything to make them happy and smile again. Still, the blond sighed weakly, tilting his head back further after the kiss touched his forehead. Carmine gave his own kiss. His mouth came close to Jet's, their lips barely brushing together. It was hardly even a kiss. Carmine immediately lowered his head, a little smile managing to sneak its way up onto his lips. "No homo."[/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 0:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 0:19:20 GMT -5
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Carmine looked up at him again, grinning now. He seemed to have cheered up a little more. A lot more than he had been a little while back. He'd just needed some alone time to sit by himself was all. Despite how social Carmine tried to be, he needed alone time too. But, more often than anything, he needed his alone with Jet time. That was when he smiled the most and felt the most like himself. "Unless you want it to be homo..." he whispered, his voice breathy and fervent, a teasing smirk stretching at the corner of his lips. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 0:32:49 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 0:53:50 GMT -5
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Carmine sat up, slipping out of Jethro's lap and turning around so that he was now facing him. He was on his knees, seated on the heels of his feet as he stared toward the other. He readjusted the glasses on his face, leaning over to the other and questioning, "What if I told you that your warlock is a homosexual. And that the prince is as well. What if I said they had a very homo-erotic relationship together. Would you still be willing to roleplay with me?" The fake prince was smirking, his hands resting on Jet's knees as his fingers weakly curled into the fabric of his pants. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 1:16:00 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 1:35:18 GMT -5
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Carmine didn't want an adult. They were both adult enough here. He didn't want anyone interrupting. He chewed at his bottom lip again as he leaned closer, his hands slowly running up Jethro's legs, checking how far he could go before the other would shove him off. "What if I told you that there is no magical fountain or tower or goblins out here? And that the reason that the prince asked his warlock to come out here was because he wanted alone time with him. Because, maybe, his parents don't approve of this love he has for his dearest, magical friend," cooed the blond, close enough now that their foreheads could touch. The moment they did, Carmine's eyes shut. "And he wants nothing more than to finally have that chance to be complete with his warlock."[/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 1:43:23 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 2:29:08 GMT -5
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Carmine wouldn't deny it, he wasn't usually the most romantic guy. Who was usually all about action, battle, murder and fantasy. But what good medieval story was complete without a romantic interest on the side? And no one said the romantic interest had to be a woman. The blond's hand cupped Jet's cheek, turning his face toward him as he kissed his lips. This time it was firm, sudden, without a second of hesitation. And it lasted longer than a brief moment. When he did break away, he had that shy look in his eyes and a burning blush on his cheeks as he asked in a mumble, "Would you say yes? We never do romance roleplays. Ever. You don't wanna try one out?"[/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 2:37:26 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 3:21:52 GMT -5
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Soon, Carmine's arms wrapped around Jet's waist, pulling him close and staring down at him through the dark shades he still wore. His fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt, dipping under the fabric to touch along the boy's waistline and his hips. "It's not homo if it's just a game. Just a roleplay. It's not like we're the gay ones. Just... the characters we're playing," he explained, wanting to really believe this. But it wasn't the prince that craved the warlock. It was Carmine who wanted nothing less than to pin his best friend to a tree and screw him till he screamed his voice raw. But he kept that to himself, trying to keep an innocent look on his face as he pecked Jet's bottom lip, though his mind was filled with nothing but the dirtiest thoughts. [/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 3:28:29 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 3:36:05 GMT -5
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Carmine weakly nodded his head. He stared at Jethro, eyes fixed on the other's as he nervously straightened out his cloak a little. "Where no one will find them or hear them. Where no on can interrupt or tell them that they can't do this. They can have their alone time. Finally let loose everything they've felt all this time." The blond was blushing. The sunglasses couldn't hide it. The redness covered the entirety of his face as he dropped his gaze downward and started to unclasp the broach that held his cloak to his body. "H-here! I'll put my cloak down. You can... lay on it. You won't get dirty or stabbed by rocks and sticks."[/style]
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 3:42:44 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 3:55:44 GMT -5
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A few deep breaths, calming himself down the very best he could, and then Carmine reached out to cup Jethro's cheek, his thumb gently caressing at his skin. He was trying to get back in character. But it was hard. He wanted Jethro so bad, not the warlock. He was becoming all too visibly excited, but he at least wanted to stay calm enough to sputter out a few hopefully in character comments to the other. "... Don't be scared. You know I would never hurt you." Carmine pressed their foreheads together, their lips so close that they brushed with every word that the blond spoke. "Anything I do that hurts you and I'll stop. You just have to say the words."[/style]
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