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Post by -иoxx on Jun 18, 2010 23:12:00 GMT -5
what should of been a quiet evening, as the sun was setting on the world, was quite boisterous. shadows creeping down building walls, gilding the cold and heavily graffiti-ed stone. a warm evening, suitable for thin clothing. the same thing clothing that was always on the body of this frail kid. white hair in the usual style, a black collared shirt with a white one on top. with heavily faded blue jeans and some black shoes that were rubbed smooth on the sole. red eyes, not creepy or threatening, but glossy and revealing an innocence beyond what was visually gathered. well, on this what should of been a silent evening, chex backed up to the stone building walls. breath coming in short and quick gasps, fear shivering through his body.
two men loomed over him, fists curled, unshaven faces curled into sneering smirks. what was the reason for todays daily abuse? stealing from the nearest sidewalk market stand? rape the boy because he had a cute face? in this case, chex had accidentally walked into a man and made his drop the beer he was holding. so chex fled and they followed even though it was completely unintentional. not cornered in the side alley, with no where to run, prepared to shift. it was his only means of escape, the only form that he knew possible in a situation like this. but out of no where, the man raised his hand and threw it to chex's throat.
breathe... i can't breathe!!! spluttering and gagging, throw both of his own hands to the man's hand. trying, and failing, to throw the grip. head was spinning, tried to shift. but whether it was from shock of lack of air, chex could not. now at the mercy of the man in front of him. eyes starting to water, vision blurry, tried to take a rattling breath. but all seemed lost, and his red eyes fell to his own hands. one had the shifter tattoo plainly placed across the back of his hand. many thought it was a mark of a gang, and in some reason it was. it was the mark of the shifters, and that's exactly what chex was. a shifter.
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Post by Sinneh on Jun 19, 2010 19:00:47 GMT -5
Kyrian Saeran Montgomery Another day spent alone, another night looking for something new. Ever since Kyrian came to Shelpey the only sanctuary he’s found was resting in his Liger form in the Park Reserve. He was dying for a hot meal- but the closest to that he’s been was a fresh kill at the Reserve. He was dressed simply in a faded red t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and black khaki cargo shorts. Old, worn out black tennis shoes beat against the pavement as he started to head off towards the Reserve again. A warm breeze blew against his face, blowing his short dirty blonde hair back. Ky decided to take a short cut through an alley way, having nothing better to do really. His lean form made its way through the shadowed alleys, trash littering the grounds and a good deal of graffiti and other “art”. It was familiar in a way to him, no stranger to the streets. Finally he came out of the seclusion of the alley and into the open sidewalk, but something gave him pause. His pale crystalline eyes narrowed in confusion as he strained to hear what exactly was going on. All he managed to make out in this human form of his was a few short gasps, from there Kyrian began unconsciously to move towards the side alley not too far from where he had exited his own alley. Now Kyrian wasn’t one to always play the Good Samaritan, but it was damn nearly impossible for him to have walked away and ignored what was happening. What he saw made his pale gaze turn icy and narrowed, almost slits. From his angle he saw the two looming forms of the men and a white-haired boy maybe around his age their obvious target. A feral hiss came from parted lips, “What the hell is going on?” He spoke viciously, his husky voice sharp and demanding. No sooner had the words left his mouth had things sprung into a flash of action. A hand snapped its way to the neck of the white-haired male, cutting off his air and turning his frightened gasps into raspy breaths, chocked and broken. Kyrian immediately snapped into action, lunging with a primal grace towards the man with the choking grip on the boy, now trying to break his grip and it was then that Kyrian saw the mark of the shifter, clear as day on the back of his hand. This didn’t make him pause in any way; in fact it only gave him a new drive. Kyrian cocked back his arm, and then decked the guy holding Chex square in the jaw. Looks like this was where years of Kick Boxing classes and ROTC experience came in. The guy’s head snapped to the side, and the sick pop than accompanied it made Ky think he had dislocated his jaw. With his forward momentum he shoved the guy hard, and the sudden attack and unexpected strength from the Liger Shifter was enough to knock him off balance and hit against the near stone wall, more than likely dazed. Ky was oblivious to any other sounds, mind tuning most things out and focusing on neutralizing the enemies. Ky felt a hand grab a handful of his shirt and yank him back before he could go after the guy against the wall again. With a cat-like motion though, Kyrian had twisted in the man’s grip, his shirt pulling up and the fabric stretching and even tearing. He used his weight and threw himself into the man, sending an elbow in hopes of it connecting with his face. He had half a mind of shifting- but he didn’t want more murder on his hands again and there would be no way to let these men live knowing he was a shifter. The guy he was going at it with now held onto him though, trying to wrap his arms around Kyrian’s torso and keep him from hitting anymore and possibly crushing his ribs. He was tall for his age at his height of 6’2, but these guys made up for it in sheer bulk compared to Kyrians’ lean and vicious frame. During their struggle Kyrian had shouted to Chex, “Run!” But before he could continue the guy had gotten his intended hold and continued in trying to pin him in place. Kyrian brought a knee up and it connected with the guy’s abdomen, making him double over and loosen his grip on Kyrian. Wasting no time, Kyrian let loose with a textbook uppercut and followed it with a side kick to the chest. The man stumbled backwards into the wall, pulling Kyrian with him before he pulled himself free and another kick had the guy crumpling to his knees and doubled over and coughing obscenities. Kyrian turned on his heels, getting into his fighters stance, the adrenaline coursing through his veins numbing the ache in his abdomen and the sting from the broken flesh of his knuckles. He looked to see what he had missed during his scrap with the other guy and what was happening now. Kyrian let loose with a real Liger growl, pale lips pulling over his teeth and for a second it looked like he would actually shift right then and there. His cruel icy gaze now looked to be slits, searching for the other target. He wouldn’t shift though, but he was sure as hell ready to jump into any more action. {913 Words Muse: Good Kyrian Searan Montgomery- Liger Shifter shelpey.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=accepted&action=display&thread=1157 Notes: Not Sure how far I should've gone into this, any problems or anything you want me to add just tell me and I can fix it up ^^ }
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Post by -иoxx on Jun 19, 2010 19:55:05 GMT -5
chex, ready to give in and go limp, to become submissive, was saved the trouble. eyes looking over, saw kyrian, and was relieved as ky sprung to save this innocent, fearful boy. oh how good it felt to feel the cold air, on that warm day, flow through his windpipe. surprised that his knees had held his weight for so long, staggered a little bit, sliding halfway down the brick wall. massaging his neck as his eyes filled with tears, and gasped for breath. tears not breaking from his eyes, looked up at his savior, only to watch the battle before his eyes. shaking, from what single emotion i do not know, but shaking all the same saw the blood unfurl in front of him. pulled muscles, broken bones, popped joints, and then those simple flesh wounds. all because of him. chex. the boy who couldn't stay out of trouble and who couldn't defend himself.
biting his lip, chex heart kyrian yell 'run' but he really couldn't. instead stayed slumped against the wall as shadows fought over him. so selfless, it almost made him start crying, that someone would get hurt for chex. put their own life in harms way for this stupid little kid. ought to be twenty-one but looking no older than sixteen; along with the emotional balance of one. kyrian stepped back, and gave his growl. it didn't occur, at that moment, how feline the call was. but not wanting the row to continue, and not wanting ky to get hurt, flung himself outward.
arms connecting around kyrian's middle, gave him a hug. eyes glossy, red and fearful, showing all of the emotion that his body didn't display. cheek pressed against ky's collar bone, noticed the black shifter mark on his shoulder. red eyes connecting with the mark only for a second, the trust that chex put into this fellow shifter increased dramatically. albino eyes connecting with the broken and beaten attacker, felt no pity for him but disgust at his state and fear that he would lash out once more. chex couldn't fight, he was a mouse, in and outside his shifting form. having to cling onto other people all of the time, but for almost his entire life being independent. it was a curious match.
the man turned and fled, and a sense of relief flashed over chex. still hugging kyrian, noticed some subtle things about him. though towering overhead, looked quite young in the face, maybe seventeen at best guess. his hair a gentle sand color, it looked quite soft. his red sleeve-less shirt looked tattered, but if anything it was for style rather than 'just to have a shirt'. muscles were obvious, as well as those striking eyes. not that chex had enough courage to catch kyrian's eye. but the smell that he was giving off, maybe a bit bloody and sweaty, was rather sweet. "thanks..."
his voice, quiet and shy, could of belonged to a girl. but at the same time, could of belonged to a guy, and it did. but blinking, realized that he was hugging tightly to ky. taking a step back, hands falling to his side, looked up to his saviors face and said again, "thank you." but there was no warming smile accompanied with the thank-you. but as red eyes fell once more, chex noticed the bloody hand. small hands reached out to take ky's knuckles. skin was smooth and pale as they caressed and inspected the scarlet, raw skin. seemingly genuinely concerned, wanted to take this hand and lead it to chex's house. or to treasure it forever, being that it had saved him, maybe his innocence, and maybe even his virginity. men around here, had perverted minds like that.
not dropping the hand, or letting it go, said quietly, "i could treat that, if you like." by the looks of ky, he would probably just leave it open to heal as it was not all that severe. but if chex had it his way, he would gently wash it, some neosporin and wrap it in gauze. it might be over-treating it, but when a trip to the doctor was out-of-the-question it was rather be safe than sorry. looking up once more at kyrian, managed a shadow of a smile. looking unintentionally adorable in the process
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Post by Sinneh on Jun 20, 2010 15:19:37 GMT -5
Kyrian was quick to notice the other attacker, but before he could make a move against him, Chex came and did something totally unexpected- he hugged Ky. He grunted as his arms wrapped around his torso, but made no move against it. In fact, Kyrian even brought one of his arms over and hugged him back for a moment. He still hadn’t seen his face, only the light skin and the sleek white hair, which should’ve made him look older, but it didn’t. His usual grin came into place, though small, genuine and warm when he heard Chex speak. And even though it sounded quiet or shy, it let Kyrian know he had prevented Chex from being hurt, and a small breath of relief came from him. When he released him and took a step back Ky finally got the chance to look at Chex full on. What held his attention were his red eyes, so open and which stood out against the pale face and even lighter hair.
“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He replied, friendly grin still in place. His brows gave a quirk when Chex noticed his knuckles and began to look them over. It wasn’t the fact that he was looking them over, but rather how he was treating his minor flesh wounds. Kyrian wasn’t used to anyone really caring too much about anything related to him. “I could treat that, if you like.” He normally would’ve left it alone to heal on its own, but he didn’t want o refuse Chex. But then again he didn’t want to be a bother, he didn’t want to make it seem like he saved Chex just so he could owe him. “Seriously? You don’t have to…” He was actually hesitant, the normally easy-going fun-loving teen didn’t want to make a liability of himself for Chex, but he really would’ve liked to take him up on his offer. “I mean it’s okay with me.” He added in and it was then he shut up so as to prevent himself from babbling. The corner of his lips pulled up in a self-conscious grin, and he returned his gaze to Chex. “I’m Kyrian.”
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Post by -иoxx on Jun 20, 2010 16:31:59 GMT -5
despite his looks, chex thought kyrian was a bit of a teddy bear. that or he was being extremely modest, or he was putting on an act, a ploy, not to hurt chex's feelings. this way of thinking led to the in-confidence and shyness the engulfed the white haired boy. shifting his weight from one foot the other, noticed ky examining his eyes very breifly. looking down at the ground, felt uneasy. Nah, don’t worry about it. those were the words that fell from the mouth of his savior. nodding, expected him to turn and to walk away. leaving chex's life as soon as he entered it. shuffling, pondering whether to disappear then and there, was mildly shocked when kyrian spoke once more. Seriously? You don’t have to… I mean it’s okay with me.
still looking at the ground, smiled a little. raising his head, did that ever-so-infamous 'sexy hair flip'. but as the hair fell over his face once more, it contrasted against his red eyes. nonchalantly taking ky's hand in his own, took a step forward to lead them down the alleyway. i'm kyrian blushing, though turned away from ky so he couldn't see, said ever so gently. "i'm chex." the sun sank low enough so there was only a sliver of light on the tops of the buildings. night was falling rapidly, and you never knew what went bump in the night around this part of town.
still holding hands, though chex was a step or two in front leading. taking a left, squeezed into a doorway that led into an old bar. a rather popular assassin hang out point, but it was silent tonight. once inside, it took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the light. chex, not necessarily wanting to release ky's hand, did so anyways and strode towards the bar counter. sure there was a lot of alcoholic drinks. but after rummaging thought the cupboards, found some gauze, paper tape, and neosporin. setting the materials on the counter, expected ky to take a seat somewhere.
strolling over to the shelves of alcohol, stood on tip toe to reach the inconveniently placed rubbing alcohol at the very top. curse his shortness, as his finger tips grazed the bottom of the bottle. reaching and straining, tipped the bottle in hopes of grabbing it. but in the process lost his balance and fell. with a glass bottle in hand, the result couldn't be good. unless savior saved him for the second time within' twenty minutes.
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Post by Sinneh on Jun 20, 2010 19:40:03 GMT -5
While waiting for an answer Kyrian brought his other hand up and ran it through his dirty blond locks, his gaze still on Chex. Any uncertain feelings vanished when he sent a smile his way though, flipping his hair the way you see on TV and such that could make any boy crazy girls swoon. And now his eyes were really brought out with the stark comparison of his unblemished ivory skin framed with his white hair. It felt almost natural when Chex slid his hand in Ky’s, and then lead him to what must be his sanctuary.
“Chex,” He repeated the name as he walked with him, “Cool name.” He added with sincerity and a playful grin to match. It was unique, yet simple and Ky made sure to remember it. They went through a doorway and once inside Ky made the place out to look like some kind of club…no more like a Bar. This was where he lived? Maybe he’d ask about it later. He blinked a few times, but adjusted easily enough. Even when Chex released his hand Ky still followed him to the bar, leaning over the counter once they reached it. He kept silent; watching Chex and also trying to keep vigilante in the case anyone had followed them and whatnot. He fiddled with the gauze that was placed on the counter absently. He looked up in time to see him stretch for something on a higher shelf, and so thinking he could help stood up and made his way over to Chex. He was maybe half a stride away when Chex lost his balance, and once again without hesitation rushed forward. Kyrian had approached from the side, so he positioned himself so that if Chex fell to the side Ky could catch him easier, but he also reached out a strong, sure arm should Chex fall backwards. With his other arm he reached out to grasp the hand holding the glass bottle to prevent it from slipping and crashing to the floor. By doing this he had closed the distance between them, putting them into close contact. He held onto Chex unexpectedly tenderly, Chex- so frail and easily broken, and this was the second time Ky had interfered for the better, but Ky found no fault in that. His clear blue gaze searched for Chex’s, a flicker of emotion burned in their depths but which ones? “You okay?” He offered a smile, maybe he should stick around, Ky rather liked spending time with Chex. Even granted tonight’s past events, he was starting to get the feeling his new life in Shelpey might actually be worth it.
{446 words Muse: Fair Kyrian Saeran Montgomery Notes: purr ;3 Reminds me of Hero by SKillet }
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Post by -иoxx on Jun 21, 2010 16:28:00 GMT -5
> being caught, being saved for the second time today, it was enough to make chex turn bright red. blushing like a flustered schoolgirl, eyes trying to find something to look at besides kyrian. without realizing it, during the fall chex had flung his arms out and had caught around ky's neck. releasing ky, found his feet and stood up. still bright red all the way across his cheeks, took the bottle of alcohol and strode towards his other medical equipment. his mind was rather blank, internally worrying of what kyrian must think of him. while also trying to bury and thought of getting emotionally attached. just because he had been nice, saved him twice, and being genuine didn't mean that he liked chex. on top of all that, he looked like he could be captain of the football team in high school with that drop dead gorgeous girlfriend. no way would he be anything but straight.
> fiddling with the gauze, took a seat on one of the swivel bar stools, expecting ky to sit across from him. gently taking the wounded hand in his own, put a dab of alcohol on it. "this might sting." pressing the gauze to the wound, started cleaning it. knowing the familiar shot of pain that kyrian must be experiencing. but he continued on without hesitation, but gentle as any hand could be. placing neosporin on the wound, wrapped it up nicely. it looked fresh, clean, and with the medicine on it, would be close to fully healed within the next couple days.
> not wanting to leg go of ky's hands, did so anyways. very self-conscious, absent mindedly did a hair flip again. what was such a boy doing out here in such a dangerous world, when he looked like he belonged next to mommy? chex studied his left hand that held the shifter tattoo on it. accidentally finding a subject matter of conversation. "you're a shifter too..." way to state the obvious. "what are you? a large cat, right. i could hear it, when you get defensive. and you could see it in your eyes" eyes fluttering up to kyrian's lips, to eyes, back to lips, as if expecting to see large canines, and the tooth and claw of a cat. or those slit like pupils that he had seen back in the alley. but of course, ky wasn't going to shifter here and then. how amusing it would be if ky was a house cat, one that chex could cuddle with. despite being a mouse, he was a cat person, versus being a dog.
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Post by Sinneh on Jul 23, 2010 16:25:47 GMT -5
Kyrian let Chex slide away from him once he found his footing, but the empty feeling he had when he moved away was enough to shock him in its suddenness. His mind was reeling, trying to make sense of his emotions and just how much they were affected by the other. He looked on after him as he moved back towards the counter and its bar stools. His immediate reaction was to follow behind until he settled into the seat directly across from him. He might not know where this was coming from, or even why, but Kyrian wasn’t really someone to dwell on the how’s and why’s of life. No, live in the moment, embrace everything to the fullest, never hesitate. Sure this might be new to him, but all he needed was his innate nature to come back once more and fall into his usual self.
This might sting. The words broke though his mental thoughts, and the actual pain of the alcohol was enough to bring him back into focus. He didn’t flinch away at the sharp stinging burn of the liquid on his raw flesh, but his teeth clenched and he gave a forceful blink. When Chex continued his gentle work on his hands Kyrian found himself able to look past the pain and focus on the steady workings on his hand. He couldn’t help the grin that slowly spread and his brows pull together as he looked on in something similar to awe and curiosity, but intent nonetheless. Might even strike someone as funny how he looked at the moment. His crystalline blue eyes glanced back to Chex, noticing what could’ve been self-consciousness, and when he did his hair flip his grin broadened into an infectious and easy smile- a natural reaction to try to erase Chex feeling uncomfortable. He didn’t want him to feel like that around him.
Thanks, He breathed, flexing his hand and taking a moment to inspect it. You’re a shifter too…--What are you? A large cat right? I could hear it, when you get defensive. And you could see it in your eyes. He decided to take Chex’s hand in his again, this time with him holding onto the Chex’s delicate, smooth hands. His own touch was surprisingly gentle, and he gave Chex a nod and a lopsided grin. “Really? I mean I know I growled but I thought that was all. I don’t wanna scare you.” He stopped himself from babbling, and turned his gaze away from Chex in thought. He went back to the alley incident, back when those men, no, those worthless pieces of shit, tried to gang up on Chex to do who knows what. He was nearly consumed with battle rage, just anger and fury and he knew he had to help. He remembered when his mother had been uber pissed at him and sometimes she’d hiss, or her eyes would change color like they did as a tiger, and the rare occasion slit. Well he knew his eye color was the same in both forms, so they must’ve slitted. This just took a couple of seconds to come to realize, and so with a knowing grin he turned back to Chex. ”Ah, yeah I think I know what happened. -But you don’t have to worry about it, I’d never hurt you.” He added in and ran his other hand back through his hair. And it was true, he’d never want to hurt Chex intentionally, he wouldn’t. “Oh hey, I am a big cat, a Liger to be exact.” He said with a hint of smugness. He loved his shifting form, loved the feeling of being in his shifting form. With a mischievous flicker in his eyes he –reluctantly- took his hand away and rose to his feet. He closed his eyes and took a steady breath as he prepared to shift. It was still hard for him to shift with clothing or other foreign objects, that is unless his emotions are really high and whatnot. And so he pulled his torn shirt up and over his head like it was no big deal, showing off the leanly sculpted planes of his body which were before hidden by his shirt. It fell beside him on the ground and he glanced at Chex, grinning ear-to-ear like it was natural for him. The change came within seconds, and now standing in the place of the teen was an adolescent Liger the size of a fully grown male tiger. Hey, they were in a sanctuary of sorts, and they basically were the only ones here so why not?
His pelt was silvery platinum, his tiger stripes a faded and light metallic, but visible they still were. He gave a quick shake of his head, fluffing the thick ruff that was his mane. It was too short for him to be considered a lion, but it was longer than any tiger male should have. Sleek and powerful, the liger was as beautiful as he was dangerous. A lethal beauty. His silky fur was thick and smooth, and the dark silver tuft at the end of his tail gave a sharp flick. His hooked claws were a polished black, but right now they were sheathed and thus hidden. His pale blue orbs held his usual smile and he felt a rumble work its way up through his chest before softening at his throat to come out as a purr. He came forward, his young yet toned muscles flexing visibly with the promise of glory beneath his pelt. It was then he rubbed his proud and fine head against Chex’s leg, his purr picking back up before he set his head in his lap. When he lifted his head he gave Chex a sort of how’s-this-for-big-cat look and his lips twitched as if grinning. It was clear there was nothing to fear from the Liger, he might as well be some overgrown house cat. (Especially when he’s on catnip)
And with that Kyrian shifted back into a human. He let out a chuckle, eager for a reaction. He didn't even pay attention to the fact that he was still shirtless, baring his nicely tanned skin and lean body. He remained sitting on the floor with his knees slightly bent before he rose up in a relaxed standing position with his arms at his sides.
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Post by -иoxx on Jul 23, 2010 19:44:33 GMT -5
as he released ky's hand, found himself holding hands. face flushing, quickly licked ky in the face before flushing even more and diverting his eyes. though did not pull his hand away. it was curious, to have a more jagged hand next to his smooth skin. a rather odd sensation. though as that hand moved away, chex's eyes followed. what was kyrian up to? wait; had chex heard right? a liger? he thought those were only stupid cats for tee-shirts not the real thing. curiosity clear as daylight in his eyes, his sensitive red eyes. flicking his hair, let white locks fall back over his eyes. kind of a pointless move, but if anything it was a habit.
but back to kyrian who had just gained chex's full attention. shirt laying on the ground, it was almost like 'asking' but before chex could as much stand up kyrian shifted. it was fast and skilled for such a large animal. such a beautiful cat, it made chex want to hug it. or jump on it's back and streak through the city. a mouse with his protector. but he didn't move, instead he just sat on the stool being the one to second guess every action, breath, voice that he made. it approached, and even though instincts were telling him to flee that he couldn't trust anyone or anything, he remained still. those eyes, it was those eyes. never breaking the gaze only when the powerful cat rubbed it's head against his leg.
wanting to reach out and stroke it's head, as if to make sure it was real. to feel the fur beneath his fingers. though the cat looked up, and as it did bumped the bridge of his nose against chex's hand. recoiling slightly, caught his breathe and lay it on his twitched lip. grinning slightly, let that shadow disappear. now that he had confirmed with touch that this cat was indeed there; the fantasy of riding it's back through the city became almost humorous. but as the liger backed off a bit, shifted back into normal human form.
the magic had stopped, but the deep affection lay inside the mouse. imagine that, a mouse adoring a large cat. eyes lifting to meet kyrian's as he stood. noticing the bare skin, the muscle tone, the light tan. standing as well, slipped arms around kyrian's neck, stood on tip toe, and kissed ky. curse his short height, but it was all the same a legit lip-locking kiss. tightening his arms, pressed his body into kyrian's. deepening the kiss, not knowing if the albino had shocked the other or if it was a legit emotional kiss. but it didn't really matter, not at that moment. lips parting, eyes fluttering open, did not loosen his arms but clung tight. red eyes studying those perfect lips, those eyes, all of the facial features at such a close range.
what had come over him? this sudden burst of confidence? well whatever it was, was gone now and was replaced by a bright red blush that pricked chex's cheek. eyes diverting downward, loosened his arms a little bit. embarrassed, but not all that unsatisfied. words failed him, as did all further actions, would this anger kyrian? he hoped not, especially after seeing that liger shift.
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Post by Sinneh on Aug 7, 2010 22:41:27 GMT -5
Kyrian’s smile only broadened when Chex didn’t move away from him when he held his hands, and besides it wasn’t like Kyrian would’ve let go. The lick in the face was a surprise, enough to bring out a soft blush in the Liger shifter as well, but oddly enough he didn’t mind. Gawd he was finding that hair flip so damn…addicting? Hot? Hm, either way Ky liked it more than he should’ve. And Ky was nearly sure that his growing fondness for Chex was apparent in his animal gaze, which Chex held all the way until Kyrian began to rub against Chex. His brows pulled together when Chex’s hand jerked away, but concern wasn’t necessary since that hand went back to rest on his muzzle; intensifying the purr and he lifted a front paw and leaned his head into Chex’s hand before he moved back to shift back into a human.
Kyrian didn’t even think about moving to get his shirt again, funny thing about him was that he was comfortable in almost every situation- It took a lot to make this teen self conscious or nervous. Instinct kicked in, primal and natural as Chex moved himself to wrap his arms around his neck and tiptoe to reach him. He bowed his head to help with that little height problem, sliding one arm around Chex’s waist- and returned the kiss. It was quick and passionate, and when it was done Chex still clung to the liger shifter. Kyrian too opened his eyes to meet the returning red ones of Chex, and no sooner had that happened had Chex broke out in an even bigger blush. A sly smile spread on his lips, and Kyrian brought his other hand up to cup the warm, flushed skin of his cheek and tilt his head back meanwhile Kyrian bent his head down to meet him.
Whereas Chex’s kiss was soft and emotional—Kyrian’s was all hot and intense with a raw passion. One hand was kept cupping Chex’s cheek to tilt his head up, and his other arm moved to Chex’s hip before sliding around to his lower back, securing him in a one arm hold and pulling him close to Kyrian, bodies pressing right up against eachother. They were a step away from the bar stool where Chex had been previously, and so without breaking that oh so hot make-out kiss Kyrian lifted Chex and in half a stride put him back down on the stool in a single fluid motion. Now that height was out of the way, Kyrian broke the kiss, running his lips along Chex’s jaw line in a tantalizing row of the softest kisses, bringing a hand to the back of Chex’s head and burying it deep in that silky white hair and pulling it back a bit as encouragement for him to tilt his head back so Ky can have his neck- while bringing his other arm back up to settle near his hip. What is this place? He asked, tone husky and pitched low. He had no idea who this place belonged to or if they were even allowed to be here. Sometime amidst the heat of the moment Kyrian’s mind returned, and he realized exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t disgusted or ashamed in any way, in fact he rather liked it. Something new, and of course he jumped right in.
{632 words Kyrian Saeran Montgomery Muse: Scraped enough to finish it, sorry =/ Notes: Enrique Iglesias- Pusht ft. Lil Wayne Push Push- Back up on me, make me Believe ya want it XD}
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