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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 15, 2009 13:54:29 GMT
RATED M for POSSIBLE THEMES IN THE FUTURE!
The rain thundered against the windows and pounded down onto the streets. It wouldn't be long before they were flooded, as they are usually with people. Though...it was even earlier than dawn, so not a soul could be seen out in such weather. Kisuke had been up for hours now...his mind in limbo, but his lips tempered shut. His gaze dropped from the windows to the figure within the sheets next to him. They were a tangle of sheets and limbs. Kisuke laid on his side, proped up by his elbow as the other man slept. His vibrant red hair nearly faded in with the dark tones of the sheets, seeming to glow with every bright flash from the windows.
There was definitely an innocence about him when he slept that he ONLY saw when Tawny slept. His arm was thrown lazily over Kisukes torso and his head rested near his chest, a warmth where the soft breaths bounced against his bare chest. They had been together nearly a month and things had escalated to this. He had never foreseen things getting this way. In the former...he wasn't even sure how he had felt back then. Now...he was a little less confused, but it was all still new to him of course. Even so...he found the younger man irresistible...
A long fingered hand came up to brush the fiery strands of hair from Tawny's face creating a trail from his cheek to his ear down along his jaw line. Kisuke leaned his head in hesitantly, not wanting to wake him and whispered, "I'll be back..." A thumb ran along the shape shifter's lower lip before disappearing stealthy with the rest of the body. Kisuke silently slipped from the sheets, covering the once vacant spot with the comforter. The collector picked up his steel framed glasses off the night stand and his light robe off the hook before heading of for some light reading. Kisuke seemed like he should be wearing house slippers and smoking a pipe at this point, his black pajama pants seeming to blend in with he robe.
He thought to turn on the light, but thought that the light just might be too bright and wake his...wake the younger man up. If that were to happen, there would be no reading or sleeping for that matter. So he slightly moved the lamp, uncovering a board that looked like it had a strange lock on it. His hand glowed a bright red for a second and it unlocked, popping open. Inside laid nothing but a velvet pouch. Opening it, the only contents were a long chain and a spindle shaped diamond. Almost as soon as it touched his palm, it began to glow a bright light. Not bright enough to envelope the room, but enough to see with in it.
He put everything back except the necklace, grabbing the book he had been reading the day before. Getting comfortable finally, the necklace found a resting place around his own neck, its colors changing every few minutes, its soft light filling the area. Every once and a while he found himself looking down at it, thinking of the previous owner, his mother.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 1:30:38 GMT
One month. One month, and it was very likely only because he was ill when they first met that Tawny had managed to worm his way into this man's home and bed. As he had recovered, he'd gone back to his usual self, but by that time it seemed Kisuke was more willing to.....tolerate....his quirks. Well, that and Tawny had never habored any intention of accepting 'no'.
But you took what you could get, and if shy kisses and touches were all that Kisuke let him get away with now, that's what Tawny would have to handle. At least he was allowed to sleep next to the man, allowed to touch him and torment and hold and tease. At least, for the time, he wasn't lonely. It had been far too long since that was true.
Now, he stirred as Kisuke moved, in a light sleep- Tawny never slept deeply, it seemed, like the cat once again, always on the verge of wakefulness. His brow furrowed, half-awake, and he murmured in his sleep, as if sensing the loss of Kisuke's presence. Long red curls half-hid his face as he rolled over, elvin face peaceful and soft in sleep, though his brow fluttered, still dangerously near waking. He groped across the bed for Kisuke, and, not finding him, stretched and yawned, sleepy blue eyes gliding open at last.
He laid there for a few minutes, quietly, watching Kisuke read. Weird......shiney light around the other man's neck. Intriguing. His eyes opened further, and he irritably brushed his hair aside, from where it was half-choking him. Hot and sweaty, sometimes he wondered why he bothered with it. But Kisuke seemed to like it, so.....so for now, it was alright. "Kiki?" He muttered after a moment more, yawning again. "Hey, babe, you alright?" No amount of arguing seemed able to end the pet names.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 1:59:38 GMT
The silent reading of the collector was interrupted and the man flinched at his negatively received nick name. Looking over, it seemed that Tawny was awake alright and there would be no easy way for him to get him back into the bed and to sleep. Kisuke couldn't help but stare for a moment at the half awake kitty on his bed, rubbing his eyes like a child. He put his book down against his leg to speak.
"I can't sleep. I'm just reading a few chapters is all. You don't have to get up Tawny, I'll be back in bed in a few..." even though he said all that, he was sure he would have company soon. The light of the pendant upon his bare chest gave him a soft accent upon his face, from green to red to blue to orange and so forth at random. "Is the light too bright?" As if on cue, the light dims drastically.
Then, bed was illuminated by light, followed from a crash of thunder outside the window. Kisuke hated storms. Has ever since he was a kid. In the very smallest ways, it scared him, but of course he wouldn't tell anyone. That was sort of why he moved away from the windows...so he could feel a bit more relaxed. Heh...a grown man...more than 500 years old...afraid of weather. It was sad, but...his parents did die in a terrible hurricane. He felt he had every right to be afraid...and worried. Just at that thought, he got up and walked over to the half awake Tawny. He reached over and kissed him on the forehead, "You should get some sleep. You want to be able to go to the festival don't you? You'll be walking around like a zombie you know."
As he bent over, the necklace dangled out, glowing softly as its color changed.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 2:28:32 GMT
He stared for a moment, at the scene of his Kisuke caught, framed by nothing by the storm's light and the strange glowing of his pendant. Dark and slender, he looked like the mysterious anti-hero from a story, harboring his heart and his secrets like precious treasures. Sleep-ruffled and dark clothed, he was beautiful, at that moment, and Tawny's heart sped up for a moment, caught by his grace, his utter elegance.
"No. It's not- I don't sleep deep. That's- beautiful. You control it? How bright it is? Pretty." He reached out as Kisuke got close, ducking his head under the touch and extending a hand to touch the glowing crystal. It dangled, so close, so shiny and beautiful, within tempting reach, and he couldn't help himself. He tugged it gently, to force Kisuke closer, eyes wide and enraptured by it. He lifted his gaze, a knowing smirk on his lips. "You just want me asleep to read. Horrible man." He drawled. His hand went around to the back of Kisuke's neck, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the man's lips.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 2:54:35 GMT
Kisuke nearly burst out laughing at the giddy man before him. It hadn't taken long for all the questions to sprout, even in his just waking up. "You know, curiosity killed the cat..." joked the tall man, leaning over the bed. His chuckle, however, was cut short as he was pulled gently onto the bed by the necklace. Kisuke could only imagine why...with it glowing and being a shiny diamond and all. It was just a hunch. He was forced onto his palms, half leaning on the bed as Tawny examined his "precious" gem. Of course he didn't do it just to look at the gem though.
Before he knew it, he was being pulled into sweet kiss. His toes tingled as he leaned into the kiss a little. It was enough to pull him out of his teasing mood. Damn him... he thought, biting his lip when the kiss ended. All the while, the diamond seemed to pulse a soft pink for a few moments before going back to its colors changing.
"I am not horrible because I realize you won't sleep with out me. If you sleep while I read, everyone is happy, right?" his voice honest. Sometimes he was too honest it seemed and it could get him in trouble. Though...he didn't mind this kind of trouble. He definitely liked kisses.
"The pendant...it belonged to my mother. It was something my father found on his travels. Its supposed to glow the purest form of each shade of color. Though, I think it was also a kind of mood necklace...Out of all the things I have...its possibly the most special..." he kind of trailed off as he moved to sit next to the slender man. Kisuke almost continued that sentence with something he wasn't sure he could say, but knew it was true. At the very least...he could say that Tawny was nearly as precious...even at his most troublesome...LIke with all the stuff they had managed to fight about, but Kiki couldn't manage to stay furious forever. Death glares seemed to only make his Red Tabby cuter.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 3:17:02 GMT
He grinned at the reaction he got from the kiss, eyes dancing. Making Kisuke blush was something he could not do often and rejoiced in when he could. The brighter, the better, and full on stammering embarrassment was always the ultimate goal. His sleepyness seemed to be burning away with the awakening of desire and curiosity, and he raised a brow when the crystal glowed pink. Well, well, lookie there. That could be fun to play with, later on.
He grinned impishly, showing those dimples, and lifted his gaze once more. "Oh, haha." He drawled at the joke. "I haven't heard that a thousand times." A delicate, playful pout was given, and he tugged at Kisuke once more, urging him to get back over here. He scooted over as Kisuke complied, draped himself over the man's waist and pressed kisses to his neck as he spoke.
He stopped only long enough to look at the necklace once more, head tipped to the side and lips compressed. "So," He drawled at last, impish light in his eyes. "If I do this," he reached down to grope his partner blatently, grinning like a fool, "it should go all pink again, right?" He showed his slightly pointed canines and deep dimples, laughter rumbling up from his chest, and pulled away slowly. Revenge for the 'and everyone's happy' comment, that was. Rude bastard. "What happened to them? Your parents."
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 3:51:54 GMT
He supposed he shouldn't have told him al that, but it was in Kisuke's nature to inform, too bad it was going to work against him. He was tugged into a more..."comfortable" position once more, with the catman now on his lap finding interest in his neck with supple kisses. It did feel amazing...sending shivers down his spine, followed by a frown to his brow as the menstruations stopped. On one side he liked it, on the other, he didn't care to be toyed with...and Tawny was working towards more than just toying with him. The gem was already starting to turn a darker shade from all the "play." And that's where curiosity started to get to Kisuke in a bad way.
HIs eyes went wide, momentarily before he was able to grab the intruding hand away from his body part that seemed to be growing a bit attentive to the situation. The gem fluttered a deep red...though one couldn't tell if it was from anger or...other reasons. "OKay, enough of that game..." Kisuke said, his brow firm, but his cheeks flushed at the sudden molestation. This wouldn't be the last time something like that would happen alright. Definitely not. He moved to get the younger man off him turning the table so he was the one on top, holding Tawny's wrists down and gratefully away from his own body. "Don't make me keep your hands to yourself..."
He relaxed his already loose yet firm grip on him to let go and just tower over him as he spoke...only to completely move off of him...the gem steal deep red. Laying back onto his own pillow, he stared up at the ceiling, another bolt of lightening striking and Kiki actually visibly flinching. "It was just...an accident a long time ago...thats all..." His voice seemed determined to change the subject, but failing.
The gem...went black.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 4:06:40 GMT
He hated being restrained. Hated it with a burning, hot, passion. Too often he'd been held or tied down, too often he'd been forced into a submissive role and pinned there, or locked in a room in the dark. It sent a thrill of terror through him any time he realized he couldn't get out ot something; if there was a method of escape, he was fine. Even if he didn't need it, or want to use it; so long as he could escape.
This was not the kind of restraint, however, that he disliked.
He rather, in fact, liked a Kisuke who got all dominate with him. It was partly why he pushed so hard, went so far to the edge to get his partner to the breaking point. He loved seeing the man's face change, even subtly, with the ups and downs of emotion. Loved the feeling of helplessness because he knew, somewhere, that Kisuke would not hurt him, not for real. He laid limp and complacent, watching the dangling crystal with renewed interest as it went red. Ooh, had he made his Kiki angry? Or was it, perhaps, not anger that turned it the color of Tawny's hair? Red was, after all, a deeply passionate color.
"I'd like you to make me." He quipped, rolling his words into a purring drawl, mildly dissapointed when Kisuke let go. He rolled over onto his belly, watching that crystal go black, , watching Kisuke flinch. His eyebrows lifted into his hairline. Just an accident, hu? Hell of an accident. He pushed up, hand on the other man's chest light as a butterfly. "Aw, now that's just now fair, Ki-su-ke." He said, playfully, but didn't push for more. Instead, he let the subject change, determined to make fear and sadness the last thing on Kisuke's mind. Even if that meant annoying or embaressing him; anything to take that darkness away. "Making promises and then leaving them empty like that. Shame on you." He let his hair drap over both of them as he leaned close.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 4:47:10 GMT
His mood as quite squashed right now. Just thinking about what happened to his parents sent him into that mood. He was an adult when he lost them, but he wasn't sure if he was even ready for them to go. The day they died, it was as if the world lost a great mind and the kindest woman. They were the perfect couple it seemed and very influential in the neighborhood. Now...Kisuke would never quite amount to them, but he had his own reputation right now and it seemed enough. Though...it didn't stop them from being missed. Their accident was known through out most of the town.
He avoided Tawny's gaze for a while, before finally looking at him. He was obviously trying to change the subject, but poor Kisuke was at a loss of what he was talking about. His gaze was reassuring though and Kisuke felt a bit calmer.
Then he realized what the red head was hinting at and rolled his eyes. He swore the catman as just so weird. Though, he was highly attracted to this strange personality. "Look, I'm not going to chain you up just cause you want me too. Stop trying..." he said, shaking his head. Cause it was obvious also, that Kiki didn't realize that Tawny was doing all that for a reason. It was funny though, how Kisukes favorite word was no too. It made saying no to those beautiful eyes and that wild red hair a chore beyond what he would have hoped. He slowly began to feel a little warm as his thoughts fell directly on Tawny again.
Dark pink.
"Umm...isn't there anything else you'd rather be doing right now...You must have hobbies Tawny?" since they were staying up, he supposed he had to change the subject. Or try too. As the orb read, he wasn't exactly having an easy time doing that.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 5:01:47 GMT
His eyes softened at the lingering darkness, at the obvious sorrow, confusion in the man's face. These were not emotions he liked to see. One hand lifted to brush over his cheek, and Tawny's own gaze softened subtly. "Kisuke." He repeated, intently, forcefully. Look at me, pay attention to me. "The past is the past, let it stay there. Don't be sad, you're too pretty." And, just like that, he turned it off, the grin back in place as he laughs again, darkly, seductivly. As if he'd never been serious.
He reached out to fiddle with the pendant, watching it's color change. "But if you chained me up, you wouldn't have to worry about me." He remarked, grinning with play and seduction, leaning in for a second, gentle kiss. "I will never stop trying, and one day you will get so tired of me you'll give in. And you'll be grateful that you finally did. I'll make sure of it." He winked, eyes dancing as he gazed at the beautiful, shy man below him. Under him. Gods, how he'd like to make that as naughty as it sounded.
"You're my hobby." He retorted, and moved so that he down-right was straddling the man now, seeing how far he could push before he got dumped off the bed. That had happened, before. A couple of times before. Usually Tawny would just laugh and be allowed back up. Once, though, he'd wound up sleeping in the main room, and sulked half the day because of it. "You're not doing a very good job of it right now, though. It's your fault I'm awake."
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 5:30:05 GMT
It was getting hot in the room...though Kisuke was bent on believeing it was because he was wearing the robe still. He was becoming Tawny's play thing. Even though he was sweet and sombre at times, now he was slowly crawling out of that lie and into his seductry. Kisuke was having a time keeping his mind pure at the time. It was already sullied with somethings that only Tawny could put into his head. He was rarely ever like this before he met the man. His urges didn't run this thick, but now he felt himself loosing it a lot more and him bucking the reigns and kicking him out of bed was his only way of truly stopping the madness.
Then there was the kiss again that made him want to growl.
Kisuke didn't fight this time, prefering to humer him and let him distract the collector from the storm. Though...if things got too...funny..He'd end it...he thought. "What in the blazes are you talking about Tawny...? And what's this mess about me being your hobby? I am sure you have other things you do, other than be curious and sneaky...I didn't try to wake you." His bronze eyes carefully watched the figure strattling him...making sure he didn't do anything funny like last time.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 5:44:13 GMT
Ohhh, no resistance. He leaned against the other man's chest, fingering the pendant idly. His eyes were half-lidded and heavy, clearly irritated that Kisuke wanted to talk instead of do more fun things then talk, but he tolerated it. Better this then pushing it too far and getting thrown out. He was wearing Kisuke down- he knew it, could sense it- but taking small steps to gradual satisfaction was even more fun then instantly getting his way, he was realizing.
"You are my hobby." He repeated, choosing to ignore the first part of the question- for now. That would, perhaps, hopefully, come later. "Some people watch birds, I watch you. You are far more fascinating then you realize, Kiki. Every little reaction, suppressed and explosive; your face, your expression, shifts like light changing, did you know? Subtle and quick. It's lovely." He grinned, head tipping as he shifted to fingering the edge of the robe. It was true; watching Kisuke was like watching the sky change colors with the sunrise. You blinked, you looked away just for a heartbeat, and there was something new there. Something you had not seen before, not this time, maybe not ever.
"And I am not sneaky. I take remark to that offense." He winked, playful as ever, twisting the term on purpose. Not all his playfulness was sexual; despite his age, in many ways, Tawny was and always would be childish in thinking and behavior. "Maybe you didn't mean to, but you did. And now you're entertaining me."
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 6:24:15 GMT
As much time as he spent with himself alone, he didn't take much time to know himself extremely well. However, he knew that he tended to be calm for a while, but it didn't last forever. He found himself up and out of his comfort zone and snapping into action because his thing. It only continued as Tawny stayed with him. If you gave him an inch he went a mile. So he had to try and stay a step ahead of him. Much like the time where he woke him up in the middle of the night straddling him as he played along his chest to his abs and pulled at his boxers. Kisuke was worked up enough he sent the other man away and tried to nurse himself back to sleep...even thought he was quite frustrated...with Tawny.
He was glad they were talking...it kept things calm, but the gem stayed a shade of pink as he continued to fight with his imagination...It was interesting to hear of Tawny being a "Kiki" watcher. It would seem that he wasn't the only one who watched people. At the same time, he felt sort of like a cheap thrill. Though...it also meant that Tawny saw him worth watching and learning about. He was quite playful. Even right now as he lay atop him.
Kisukes robe was gaping open, the gem laying in the middle of his chest, its color changing as usual. He felt like he was fighting with the gem to keep his control. He was continuing to grow warmer, but he forced him self to calm down. The silly remark on Tawny's end helped. "Hmmm....I have to say that you are entertaining to me as well...I don't know anyone quite so...affectionate and playful..." It was definitely a compliment...he thought his Red Tabby would like that.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 7:39:28 GMT
Preening like any other cat, Tawny smiled warmly and gave a shake of his red mane. "Two words that sum me up rather well." He drawled with no trace of humbleness. He grinned, lifting up the shirt under the rob to run his hands along the flesh there. He pressed kisses to bare flesh, now, then leaned his chin on the flesh and peered up at his lover. His eyes danced, expression Elvin and impish. "I'm sorry to hear it, though. Everyone should have someone like me in their lives." He winked. "To keep you on your toes." There was self-mockery and play in his tone.
In all honesty, it was meant to be mocking- he knew he was anything but the dream partner. He was, in every form, truly a cat at heart. Wry, self-serving, playful, mischievous, cold and cruel; but at the same time, why, he was right, wasn't he? Everyone needs someone who only lives to laugh and play and joke; everyone needs someone who can leave the past behind and focuse on the light in life. And for all he'd been through, Tawny seemed able to do that.
"Stop talking." He said now, laughing, as he nipped at the flesh under him. He worked the robe down further, laughingly, playfully, no pressure, no fear. This was all good natured, in appropriate flirting.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 9:04:43 GMT
Fooled again! He thought as the lack of shirt turned into a kissing hub. At first it tickled and then....it stopped tickling very MUCH so. His mind was waining against it, but this time...he couldn't fight the touch too much...or....maybe he didn't want to. A soft moan finally escaped his once tempered lips.. His attention was mostly gone by the time the kisses looped around his belly button. Kisuke's mind was dust.
His michevious cat had gotten to him with his dirty games, that much was evident...but now...he didn't want to quite say no....mmmm...definitely not. The tall slender man began to slip out of his robe, the robe tumbling off his right shouler, but managing to stay on the other. The gem, now forgotten had finally become a beautiful deep red as Kisuke pulled looped Tawny's chin under his finger, forcefully pulling his attention t his face. Yes...now that was what Kiki wanted. A gently kiss quickly deepening by the second, his hand inching into Tawny's red hair that he had grown so fond of. This was too good...his mind mush at this point as he began to slowly started to turn the tables a little, his other gently grasping Tawny's leg as he rolled them onto their side, falling into the warmth of the kiss.
"Fine...I can see you've had enough talking..." his voice whispered sloppily against the red heads cheek. Kisuke forced himself to pause to breathe for a moment. This was wonderful and all...but his head was spinning...
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 9:30:33 GMT
And there- there it was. The reaction he'd fought so hard for for the past month. The soft moan sounded as good as he'd imagined it would, low and husky, sending a shiver up Tawny's spine. Bare skin is warm and smooth under his hands, under his lips, and his Kisuke smells of the shop below and his shampoo, a tangy, musky scent that is oddly pleasant. He was pale, like winter, and perfect, barely a blemish on his body, so unlike Tawny himself. He was pliant and submissive, which Tawny was utterly unused to and intended to use to his full advantage while he could.
He allowed his chin to be tipped up, and with each kiss he pressed deeper, reached hungrily for more, hotter, more intense. He let out a low whimper of his own as he was flipped and pinned, shifting easily into the more submissive role. His arms twined around the bigger man's shoulders, a hot blush covering his cheeks. As he pulled away, Tawny took the moment to pant softly, like a spent jogger, his eyebrows lifted into his hairline. "You to." He muttered, fingering the deep red gem, but gives his partner a chance to recover. "You could be- very good at this, Kiki." He managed, sounding a bit dazed himself. That was the first time in a long while he had truly enjoyed that, and it stunned him.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 10:07:31 GMT
M for SUGGESTIVENESS
The once all-over-the-place windmill of a catman was now but a lucid dream beneath him. He wasn't exactly sure what escalated things to this level where he couldn't say no. His body ached for more and it would be criminal to say no now...after all the ground they were covering. It was surprising he might be "good at this"...his instincts kind of running the show right about no. This was all the stuff they he had said no to in the previous weeks. It all seemed like a good idea right now, he just hoped it didn't change before his eyes later.
Kisuke tossed the robe to the floor as rough, manly lips brushed against the soft touch of his...lovers lips. To him, it was like a zap of electricity with each light graze. It didn't stop there as lips traveled the path of the jaw bone down to the side of his neck. There was something sweet about the way his Tabby tasted that was mind numbingly wonderful and although his skin was not perfect, his imperfections made Kisuke want him more. Nearly like a game of I spy, wanting to find all his scars and transform them with each kiss. Between each scar atop his chest, Kisukes lips dragged along the flesh. Where had this desire arisen from? Had he really pent up this much since they had met?
"You bring out the worst in me Red Tabby..." he muttered softly as his lips lightly brushed along the waist band of his pants, both hands gripping the pants at his hips as if to pull them down, but hesitating a little...even though he was pretty damned sure what he wanted and needed at the moment.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 10:18:00 GMT
"I would call it the best." He whimpered out, laughing and breathing heavily, eyes half-closed as he arched up to meet those kisses his own lips, with his body. He was one fire, one giant electrical wire humming with each shy, uncertain touch. Shy and uncertain, maybe, but Kisuke's subconscious certainly knew what it wanted. More sensitive skin where the scars were burned under the touches. He was so gentle, and part of Tawny hated it; part of him loved it. The combination had him squirming in battle with himself, rubbing against Kisuke in demanding enthusiasm.
When he stopped, his eyes opened, and Tawny's lips parted in his usual grin, heated now with desire and longing. He reached down to the man's face, running his hand along his cheek and gently removing his glasses. He put them on his own nose, impishly, reliving some of the tension to try and sooth his more timid partner.
But alas, it likely had the opposite effect; with his hair like that, a wild, tangled red mane, chest heaving with heavy breath and sweat starting on his dark skin, blue eyes heavy and dark with the lust and excitement, it only adds to the attractiveness. Lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them, quick, flitting. "Scared of lil' ol' me, Ki-ki?" He purred out playfully, head tilted.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 11:28:30 GMT
M for Mature..
If it weren't for the factors involved in the situation, Kisuke would have stopped to raise a brow at the now sexily adorned red-head. Granted, his glasses were reading glasses that he usualy peered over to talk to people-they still looked amazing on Tawny. He merely grinned, pulling away from his previous perch, backwards on the bed, stopping at Tawny's feet. A crafty smile crawled on his face however, as he grabbed the end of Tawny's bed pants and in one swift yank, they were off and on the floor as well. His eyes surveyed the new pallet that he had uncovered, a flash of lightening making it all visible to him at once--only for a moment. A vast land of scars and old wounds that Kisuke wished he could heal, but knew it would be futile. He bit his lip...his eyes roaming and he blushed a little...Tawny was very naked now.
This reminded him of the last time he saw the catman in the nude, giving poor Kisuke a nosebleed from over processing. Kisuke had just gotten out the shower and had went to go grab some clothes from his drawers in his towel...only to come in contact with Tawny...sprawled out..naked...on his bed. From then on...Kiki had forced him to keep his clothes on at all times, unless he was in the shower. Though now...he was caressing and and worshiping the same body he had turned away, his ability to say no overturned by his aching need to continue. The tie had some how come lose oh his pants, possibly Tawny's doing, and the pants hung low on his hips, a dark sprouting of hair lowering down into the flannel pajamas that now retrained him now.
"You just wanted to see me primal...and I guess you are getting what you want" he stopped his menstruation to meet the other man in another enchanting kiss that sent him into a wild frenzy. He pressed their bodies together as they kissed so now Tawny could feel his frustration.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 16, 2009 23:09:50 GMT
He was half gasping, half laughing under the ticklish attention to his scars; but the moment Kiki yanked down his pants the noises stopped, replaced with pure, heavy breaths. He was very aware that he was, for the second time in his life, very naked in front of someone that mattered, and could feel Kisuke's gaze on his scars rather then on him. That would not do, not at all, and with a little snarl like an irritated wildcat he reached down to drag his partner back up, along his body. He instantly feels the hardness against his own pent up desire.
One month. One month on unintentional (or perhaps intentional) teasing from the unconciousely sexy raven-haired collector. One month of having nothing to do with it, of dreaming of it, dreaming of this moment, of him. One month, and now, it seemed, things were finally coming to a climax, if you will pardon the pun. There was no hesitation here, no timidness of the part of his collector. Just desire and passion there, for once, directed right at him.
He mewled into the kiss, submitting to it utterly, letting Kisuke grab dominance without any difficulty. His eyes closed, hands fumbling at the now-loose pants of his partner, that peek of lower hair far too tempting to ignore, submissive or not. "No far," He whimpered. "Me all naked and you all not." He tugged at the pants, working them farther down Kisuke's hips. He meant to be rid of them the way he'd been rid of that stupid robe.
Who needed clothing, anyway?
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 16, 2009 23:51:38 GMT
Kisuke hissed softly as their hips collided a little too forcefully. His eyes traveled to his partners, knowing that he was toying with the red head a little too much. He was hungry for more and was wanting more from Kisuke. Although their bodies were together, they were obviously separated by the irrational fabric of his pants. Tawny wanted them gone and quickly. As he began to tug his pants down forcefully.
"Hey, slow that down some...its stuck..." Kiki once more stopping the shape shifters advances as he pushed his hands away, slipping the pants off with a bit more savvy and less bodily injury. Now that he was free...it only seemed to ache more, like beacon close to its target, even so, he neglected himself fo the time being, skimming his hands along the younger man's open thighs. "Is this better...?" It was obvious the answer, but he had to taunt a little to slow his roll.
Speaking of rolling about the bed, once more the sheets tumbled about as an old dog learned a new trick of snatching Tawny up onto his lap, their eagerness grinding at the hip. Even though he had ejected the younger man off of him many a time during the night...it didn't set him back now. It was something about Tawny gazing down on him with those glasses that gave him chils and excited him. The collector reached up to call in his prize, entering a steamy kiss as he rolled his hips beneath him.
Then there was a banging heard downstairs, causing Kisuke to pause and break their kiss, gazing over at the stairs.
BANG BANG BANG
Was that someone banging at the door....?
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 0:04:16 GMT
Laughter again ,rich and sweet, as Kisuke was forced to remove his own pants before Tawny injured him. A smile tipped up his lips- "Sorry, babe, don't wanna hurt that before I get to play with it!" He laughed again, gripping Kisuke's upper arms as they are tumbled. He nipped at his partner's lip, dragging him into another heated kiss. "You know it is, you wise-ass-" His theighs spread helpfully at the touch, straddled now on the other man's lap, offering him access to anywhere, everywhere. His hands moved to Kisuke's neck, holding him in place with nails digging into the flesh almost to the point of pain.
BANG BANG BANG
All-stop, so abruptly that Tawny, for a moment, couldn't really orient himself to the fact that they had been interrupted. He blinked once, twice, dazedly. He was seated so comfortably on his Kisuke's lap, so close to the end-game, to what he'd fought for all these months, and now, now, something like a lunatic beating on the door at whatever-the-fuck-o-clock it was in the morning wanted to stop them?
"No." He groused, teeth gritted, his entire body aching with the throbbing need below his waste. "No, damn it, Kisuke, ignore it." His voice was husky and raw, his eyes still not fully focused on anything. He tugged his lover's head back down for another kiss, trying to revert the situation back to what they'd been doing. His hand unhitched to lower to Kisuke's member, refusing, it seems, to be distracted.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 17, 2009 0:34:54 GMT
Yes, it was definitely someone banging at the door, but there was no stopping Tawny, not now. His growled defiance at what was going on was enough to deter the older man, momentarily. The grip at his neck had its level of pain, but Kisuke could take it. As his eyes wandered over to the stairs again, he felt his hair grabbed and himself forced into a kiss. The passion made him forget the loud noise from downstairs as well as the storm outside or anything else he though he should be bothered to think about it. Thats when Tawny got down to business and Kisuke gasped at the unexpected move forward.
HIs vision got a little hazy and he found himself gripping the sheets as his lover played with his excitement. He bit down on his lip, sucking in breath through his teeth. Oh god... At this point, he was barely aware of anything else besides his pleasure. Though somehow he pulled himself together enough to clamp onto Tawny's mischievous hand to stop him. "...Stop..." he managed to moan out.
BANG BANG BANG BANG
"God...they are still there...Look, what if it really is important?" he said in as strong as a voice as he could. Oh by the holliest of gods he DID NOT want to go down stairs, everything felt too good--his thoughts very barely coherent as long as Tawny's hand continued its seige. They were both getting sticky and sweaty from their "foreplay" and it was hard to see exactly what was important when you had a raging red head riding on you lap and doing delicious things to you one handed. "I'll be right back, I promise...."
He started to sit up, forcing Tawny into hungry kiss to try and hold him off till her returned, though something todl him he probably would be gettng downstairs.
BANG BANG
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 0:45:54 GMT
"Fuck." He hissed, as his hand was stilled, the dreaded word slipping past Kisuke's lips. It was barely a moan, distressed and even pained. But Kisuke had said stop, and this was the only thing Tawny adhered to; stop meant stop. No did not always mean no, but stop always meant stop. "This is more imporant." He purred out, resisting the red-hot kiss for a moment. "Gods, Kisuke, you can't just turn this off-" He was half laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Here he was, working Kisuke to the very edge with simply a hand, nearly there himself, naked and aching and his partner, his ice-cold partner, wanted to go answer the door.
With a growl, he pulled away, sliding off Kisuke's lap and avoiding the kiss. He moaned softly as he pulled away, his cheeks flushed, his hands twitching with the urge to solve his problem all on his own. He managed to climb back onto the bed, removing the glasses from his nose to toss them irritably at Kisuke. "Fine, go answer the fucking door." He burrowed under the blankets, hiding, exuding don't touch me vibes as loudly as the banging-
BANG BANG
"Answer the fucking door!" Bad natured snarl, almost a yell, thick with pain and need and tension. "And if anyone is not dying give them to me and they will be!"
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 17, 2009 1:17:34 GMT
Great, now the mood was gone and Tawny was beyond pissed. HIs body was missed heat was missed before it was even gone, the smaller man throwing his glasses angrily and seething under the sheets. It was bad enough that his arousal was becoming painful in itself, but it was almost to the end and then...the damn door. Tawny wouldn't be the only one irritable if nothing was wrong. Kisuke wanted to lean over to reassure the red head...but the vibes said no, definitely not.
"Oh...I'm sure they'll be dead before they get up here..." muttered Kisuke as he slid off the bed and pulled on his robe, trying to...er...situate himself so he wasn't exposing anything.
He ran down the stairs, getting to the door just before the man there started banging again. Kiki let him in, a less than enthusiastic. The dripping wet man came in, letting a little of the storm in and onto the floor with him, a huge puddle forming on the floor. Apparently it was a man that had come a few days before and bought a special watch...The watch was unusual because it had the spirit of a dragon in it....and well...it seemed that the man had pissed that same dragon off....and it some how...swallowed his wife whole. To any normal person...a magical watch...swallowing someone might seem a little, just a little out of the ordinary. IT wasn't as bad for the sorcerer who had began looking for something as the man continued through his story, Before the man even finished complaining, Kisuke had found what he was looking for and handed the man a bag of marbles. They weren't ordinary of course, but the man didn't know that.
"Take them. Feed them to the Watch. Your wife will be fine. And you can be on your way..." said Kisuke sternly, nearly pushing the man out the door. A thank you could be heard before Kisuke slammed the door shut.
5 minutes...
Almost both at once, he turned out the light and locked the door, barely looking, he snatched a small bottle from a shelf, running up the stairs, his robe flying open as he ran. The robe was tossed to the floor as Kisuke crawled slowly into the bed and under the sheets, trying to confront his angry lover. He didn't say a word though as he eased up behind him, only whispering a soft 'I'm sorry' as he ran a warm hand along his narrow hips, aiming to caress what was making his lover so irritable in the first place. He reached over and put the now open bottle of oil on the night stand, a subtle grin on his face as he attempted to nuzzle the red head affectionately along his neck.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 1:45:20 GMT
Meanwhile, upstairs, Tawny was now laying flat, blankets pulled up to his forehead, laying in a tight, closed little ball on the bed. His eyes were open, glaring at the wall, laying there in squirming discomfort despite his anger; in truth, given a few minutes to cool off, he was a little amused, as well. Only in his world, would his first chance to get throughly sexed by the man he'd wanted for weeks now be interrupted by a door. And Kisuke had seemed every bit as annoyed as he was; which was something,anyway.
Still, a Tawny denied sex was not a Tawny who planed on making kiss-and-make-up easy. For anyone. Ever.
The sound of the door to the room made him jump slightly, and the words and touch made him stiffen, bristling like an offended cat. "You should be." He muttered, hissing as Kisuke's hand came near the still-half-hard appendage. He shuddered, swatting it away. No, this would not be that simple. Never mind that Kisuke's voice made him want to turn around and initiate another firm, forgiving kiss- never mind that the touch on his hip was so soft and gentle, warm on his cool flesh. Never mind that Kisuke was doing the affectionate nuzzling, rather then Tawny, for once, and that felt- really nice.
He lifted his head, peaking out from the covers with one scathing blue eye. "You just turn it off like a clock, or what?" He grunted, shying from the touch again, arms folded around his waist as he pretended to be in full sulk mode. "And now you, what, you want to just turn it back on again? I'm not that big a whore." He snarked, and yanked the blanket fully over his head once more.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 17, 2009 2:09:22 GMT
Well, that was definitely not the reception that Kisuke thought he would get by now. Though...he supposed he deserved it. He did kind of up and walk away in the middle of their game of doctor. Though....the banging was becoming an annoyance and he didn't car to be constantly jolted by it and now it was gone and they had their peace...aside from the still blurring storm. The love kitty was mad and it was as if he had angered the gods with this one. Even with his smooth and quick return. His advances blocked didn't stop him from continuing on a different route.
He nuzzle turned into steady kisses along the side of his neck. Soft and delicate as he whispered yet again that he was sorry in his love drunk voice, slightly raspy from his own aching that intensified back to its normal strength. He moved in closer to the man, being sure to press his hips towards him a little to show he was just as aggravated. Kisukes fingers danced along his side again and down along his thigh...slowly moving towards his inner thigh. 'Please...don't ignore me...' he whispered against his ear. ' I just didn't want us to have to keep hearing that banging. That wasn't easy for me either, but I did it for you...'
His other free hand played with the hair on his head, stroking him gently...'Please...'
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 2:09:31 GMT
Meanwhile, upstairs, Tawny was now laying flat, blankets pulled up to his forehead, laying in a tight, closed little ball on the bed. His eyes were open, glaring at the wall, laying there in squirming discomfort despite his anger; in truth, given a few minutes to cool off, he was a little amused, as well. Only in his world, would his first chance to get throughly sexed by the man he'd wanted for weeks now be interrupted by a door. And Kisuke had seemed every bit as annoyed as he was; which was something,anyway.
Still, a Tawny denied sex was not a Tawny who planed on making kiss-and-make-up easy. For anyone. Ever.
The sound of the door to the room made him jump slightly, and the words and touch made him stiffen, bristling like an offended cat. "You should be." He muttered, hissing as Kisuke's hand came near the still-half-hard appendage. He shuddered, swatting it away. No, this would not be that simple. Never mind that Kisuke's voice made him want to turn around and initiate another firm, forgiving kiss- never mind that the touch on his hip was so soft and gentle, warm on his cool flesh. Never mind that Kisuke was doing the affectionate nuzzling, rather then Tawny, for once, and that felt- really nice.
He lifted his head, peaking out from the covers with one scathing blue eye. "You just turn it off like a clock, or what?" He grunted, shying from the touch again, arms folded around his waist as he pretended to be in full sulk mode. "And now you, what, you want to just turn it back on again? I'm not that big a whore." He snarked, and yanked the blanket fully over his head once more.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 2:10:15 GMT
Meanwhile, upstairs, Tawny was now laying flat, blankets pulled up to his forehead, laying in a tight, closed little ball on the bed. His eyes were open, glaring at the wall, laying there in squirming discomfort despite his anger; in truth, given a few minutes to cool off, he was a little amused, as well. Only in his world, would his first chance to get throughly sexed by the man he'd wanted for weeks now be interrupted by a door. And Kisuke had seemed every bit as annoyed as he was; which was something,anyway.
Still, a Tawny denied sex was not a Tawny who planed on making kiss-and-make-up easy. For anyone. Ever.
The sound of the door to the room made him jump slightly, and the words and touch made him stiffen, bristling like an offended cat. "You should be." He muttered, hissing as Kisuke's hand came near the still-half-hard appendage. He shuddered, swatting it away. No, this would not be that simple. Never mind that Kisuke's voice made him want to turn around and initiate another firm, forgiving kiss- never mind that the touch on his hip was so soft and gentle, warm on his cool flesh. Never mind that Kisuke was doing the affectionate nuzzling, rather then Tawny, for once, and that felt- really nice.
He lifted his head, peaking out from the covers with one scathing blue eye. "You just turn it off like a clock, or what?" He grunted, shying from the touch again, arms folded around his waist as he pretended to be in full sulk mode. "And now you, what, you want to just turn it back on again? I'm not that big a whore." He snarked, and yanked the blanket fully over his head once more.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 2:36:29 GMT
He shuddered under the kisses and soft plea, feeling his stomach slowly unknot as Kisuke persisted. He pressed back in return despite his desire to remain angry, breath going raspy at the return of his own erection, fully back and demanding his attention. This time he allowed the touch, finding himself unconsciously shifting into it. "For me, hu?" He drawled doubtfully, but there was more good humor and lust returning in his eyes, slowly, burning out the irritated anger.
"I should be mad at you." He hissed, turning over and opening himself to the advances, barely able to cling to the anger still hardly there. "Fuck you, I am mad at you." It had turned into a whine, though, as his eyes closed at the breath near his ear, the touch on his hair. "I am." He returned the touch, his own hand making for Kisuke's thigh, even as he professes his lingering anger. Damn, but it was hard to stay angry at someone when they were doing this kind of thing. Especially when you'd wanted them for so long.
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