-иoxx
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Post by -иoxx on Aug 9, 2010 18:48:18 GMT -5
lips against lips, bodies pressed against bodies, all in a impulse of flutter filled affection. but not in vain. no.. never a delusive action. it wasn't exactly love at first sight, and it never would be. it was gratitude for this liger, saving him from the men who would of taken great pleasure in watching chex suffer. but as some individual mistake gratitude for love, or a sick infatuation, it doesn't mean that this same individual couldn't learn to love. after all... we are all only human.
as chex broke his tender and timid embrace, and blushed beat red. was slightly surprised, relieved, exultant, and some other similar adjectives. chex's lips engulfed by the passion of kyrian's mouth as the kiss turned into something intense. it shocked the white-haired boy so at the first break he let out a mildly sexual gasp. eyes fluttering open ever so slightly to gaze lustfully at the feline shifter. arms still around such a sturdy frame, bodies close that the mouse couldn't help but feel something against his hip. the fact that chex was getting uncontrollably excited made him blush even deeper; but that lewd gaze never left those stunning eyes of kyrian. fuck me fool
such a warm hand on his cold skin, tipping his head up so that his lecherous gaze couldn't be broken. lips parted, was lifted onto the stool where the height was no longer an burden. legs spread, so kyrian could be even closer. chex wanted him closer, that body, those eyes, the tongue. red eyes darted from crystal orbs to such soft, intense, carrying lips. he was needy; to put it at least. so deprived that his voice let out a moan, a moan of want. arms tightened around his neck, as legs loosely wrapped around his waist. tongue sliding next to kyrian, following and being dominated instead of leading. lips touching all the way around, eyes closed, tongues dancing in each others mouths, a soft cry escaped vocal cords that struggled to hold back his hymn of bliss.
but those sweet lips moved away, leaving chex hanging as a frenzy flowed through him. embarrassment matched his excitement in more than one way. searching for the reason for the sudden and abrupt stop, let red eyes wander on kyrian's body. tall, lean, muscular... perfect. but those teasing kisses on his jaw line should be considered harassment. a soft, breathless, sharp intake of a gasp escaped throat. hair being tugged, somehow induced his excitement and want since the kiss was not continued. he felt like such a bitch, enjoying the pleasure, relishing the pain, and wanting more with someone who was basically a complete stranger. someone who had protected chex for an unknown reason, unless it was for this.
What is this place? oh my fucking god... that voice. it made cereal want to shiver. but as his head was still tiped up by the soft tug on his white hair answered in a low, barely audible, expectant whisper. "bar... assassin turf... alone." but as red eyes studied kyrian, noticing that ky realized what he was doing. kissing another man boy. something, surely, he would be disgusted by. something chex had encountered oh too often, along with straight men trying to satisfy themselves on his innocent body. those disgusting perverts. but as this thought sprang to mind; what if kyrian was a straight man just taking advantage of how innocent chex was.
that lustful gaze seemingly to disappear and that shy innocent boy returning. moved his hair out of kyrian's grasp which was oddly light for how much sadistic pleasure it gave chex. staring at his knee, asked gently. "are you straight?" eyes fluttering up only for a second to read whatever expression was upon the face of the liger. oh how he would regret everything if kyrian was straight. for then it was a matter of sick pleasure. a pig, pervert, a deviant. hands falling from around the neck, rested in front of chex. loosely holding his own hands. worried of the response. expecting to be set upon at any moment. but, if this liger was indeed either gay or bi-sexual, chex would probably melt into his arms like the expectant uke that he was. the question ringing in the air, almost as expectant as his erection.
{714 words} {chex in human form} {omfg >3 make him hot && sticky. PP if you must.}
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