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Post by milos on Sept 21, 2010 11:27:58 GMT -5
I is just what I was, And am ain't who I be. To love the language, [/font][/size] You got to be born On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote] Milo knew he'd joined the wrong side most likely, but he could change sides later, or just be a deserter or what not. He chose people over sides, though at this time he had no people. Last person he'd had around him for an extended period bolted with her boytoy, not that he blamed her, the boy was something else, but regardless, it left him alone again. He didn't mind though, he could find others, and he would treat them better then he had her, she was female. He wanted other types of companions, ones more like himself.
He nodded as the boy spoke, seemingly paying attention, which he partly was. He could sense a change in the boy as his home got mentioned. He furrowed his brow. He could guess since the band aforementioned was either broken up or....nevermind. The darkness seemed a culprit here, especially since he just left a band for this janky "career? He doubted it.
He actually felt a bit of sadness at the boy's sadness, since he didn't deal with sadness, he had to do something and he decided a good way to do it. He'd said he didn't want to do this here, but he was going to anyhow. He ran his hand over the front of the boy, and he slide it into the boys shirt, and up his thin chest. He found his way towards his pecks, and he ran his hands over them, his nails racking lightly over a nipple. His mouth kissed harder then the butterfly kisses he had been laying along his neck before, and he used his other hand to pull the other closer, and he finally sank his fangs in all the way, and began to taste the boy. He moaned lightly, the feeling was heady and strong. He'd missed this feeling.
[/center][/color] Info.IT'S A GIANT MUSHROOM! Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr. Tags. Itaru Anything Else. Mah xD
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Itaru
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Post by Itaru on Sept 27, 2010 13:47:42 GMT -5
Itaru had a sneaking suspicion that the other boy wasn't paying him any attention, at least not to what he was saying--in fact, Milo seemed a little preoccupied with his [Itaru's] body. It wasn't as if the young rocker was going to object to the physical attention that he was receiving from the attractive man beside him. His expression remained unchangeable, giving away no signs of enjoyment, however, the tent pitched in his pants betrayed his impassive facade.
He wasn't in excruciating pain or anything close to it, but the pricking sensation of Milo's nails raking against his pale chest sent pleasurable shivers down his spin, raising goosebumps where the other man's fingers had touched. Itaru's back arched, pushing himself against Milo, leaving little to no space between their bodies. So what if public displays such as this were considered to be indecent? He had hormones--he had urges and needs that needed to be taken care of and he presently didn't care who was watching.
Silver-grey eyes rolled back into his head, the feeling of his skin being pierced by Milo's fangs was an indescribable sensation--it wasn't painful per se, not at all like he would have imagined. His mind clouded over and he didn't even stop to think about whether or not Milo could be trusted--whether the other boy was in control of himself enough to know when to stop...unless he had been sent here specifically to kill off Itaru. That was rather unlikely though, seeing how the Council needed as many members as they could possibly get. Warmth spread through his body, starting at the place where Milo's fangs had penetrated and working its way throughout his entire body. A light moan escaped through his parted lips and before he could stop himself, his hand was between Milo's legs, rubbing against the fabric of his pants.
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Post by milos on Sept 27, 2010 17:25:38 GMT -5
I is just what I was, And am ain't who I be. To love the language, [/font][/size] You got to be born On the banks of the Mississippi.[/center][/blockquote] Milo figured the boy wasn't objecting if he hadn't hit him yet, and he didn't feel much tension, in his posture at least. As one of his hands moved, he could feel tension other places though. He snaked his hand around the campsite(XDD) and he gripped lightly, considering making the others pants just disappear, though he wasn't sure how the other would feel about that.
Milo smiled against the other as he pushed into him. He slowed his work on the others neck, and moved his hands a bit more. He didn't want to actually hurt the boy, unless the boy really wanted more. He slipped his hand on the boys lap up, and undid the other's pants, sliding the zipper down. He slipped in, and he went back to his work on the others lap. He opened his eyes to look around, and he saw no one around, so he kept up, course, if someone did have a problem with what they were doing, Milo was known to get aggressive with cockblocks. He could always just rip their throat out or something simple like that.
Milo made a choked noise against the other as he was touched. He was surprised that his affection of sorts was being returned. He felt himself press into the boy more, and also harder into his neck. He pulled his head back, and he felt himself breathing heavily, though he didn't need to breath at all. He licked the boys neck, and he wanted to go back for more, but he knew he could hurt the boy if that were the case.
[/center][/color] Info.IT'S A GIANT MUSHROOM! Lyrics. To Love The Language, Harry Connick Jr. Tags. Itaru Anything Else. Mah xD
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