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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 4:07:50 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 4:13:06 GMT -5
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"Really? 'Cause I am. But I really want to do this. I've been waiting... a really long time," Carmine- no, the prince- confessed to his warlock. He towered over the boy now that he was lying down, his hands gently running up the sides of his shirt, slipping under the fabric to feel at bare skin. The blond leaned down, kissing the other's already abused lips, giving them the attention he thought they deserved. He nibbled at the skin of his bottom lip, pulling at it carefully with his teeth. Carmine had kissed before, but beyond that, he'd be going in blindly. But, for Jet, he'd pretend he knew what he was doing, if it made him worry less. [/style] |
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 4:21:28 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 16:27:26 GMT -5
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Hands and lips started to wander. Kisses trailed down Jethro's neck and along his collar as he tried to nudge the front of his shirt down enough. His hands felt at the larvesta's stomach, palms running up his chest. As his hands explored further up, the shirt they were under started to lift higher and higher, more skin revealed to the cold of the forest. But Carmine was so warm, between his hot breaths and the high temperature of his body, he had forgotten the time of year and the scenery they were in. With his knees, Carmine was able to nudge the friend's legs apart, so he could crawl and kneel between his thighs, hips lowering against the pair beneath him. [/style] |
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 16:36:49 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 16:51:36 GMT -5
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Carmine immediately sat up. His face was red and he looked a bit panicked and he searched for the clasps and ties on his plate mail armor. No wonder he was so hot. Why had he worn it in the first place?! He looked ashamed as it started to take awhile to remove all the armor from his body, and throw it to the dirt. It was heavy and Carmine felt relieved to finally get it off. "S-sorry!" he stuttered out the shy apology, as he effortlessly tore off the tunic he'd been wearing underneath, revealing his own pale and bare skin. Both of his palms pressed against the makeshift cloak blanket, one arm on either side of Jethro so the other was pinned to the floor. Without delay, Carmine stole his lips, attacking them with his teeth, now in a desperate and lusty fervor. [/style] |
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 17:06:02 GMT -5
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Post by carmine conte on Feb 4, 2013 18:13:41 GMT -5
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Beautiful? That was a girl thing. Carmine wanted to be handsome, or sexy, or even studly. But, you know, for Jethro, Carmine supposed he could be beautiful. If it meant he'd keep touching him and if he really did mean them. Or was that the warlock talking to the prince? Carmine was having trouble remembering that this was a game. He didn't touch the other boy again, not yet. His hands were unbuckling his own belt, a sheath and sword still attached to it as he tried to remove it so that it wouldn't get in the way or hurt anyone. And, of course, so that his pants could come off in due time. One hand brushed through those dark strands of hair, avoiding touching the horns on accident. He didn't know what Jethro would do if he tried to grab and toy with them, so he decided it was better not even trying. [/style] |
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Post by jethro konnor on Feb 4, 2013 18:26:49 GMT -5
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