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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 17, 2009 2:54:34 GMT
Just as he was read to turn in and leave the brooding man to his new hatred of Kisuke, he was greeted with some lenience and affection..even if it sprouted through anger. Though, if he really was angry, Kisuke could only assume that other body parts were involved with this decision to turn around and join him. He didn't know quite understand the length of his anger though, finding it hard to believe he was still mad after all that he was doing. Though...he did feel wrong...using Tawny's own tactics against him to try and turn the tables.
As he turned around, Kisuke took to reaching over and pouring some of that oil in his hands. Its scent sang in the air, a scene similar to honey and probably just as sweet....but not quite. The slightly oiled hands found their heated arousals before he leaned forward and stole a kiss from his lover. Lover....something that he slowly found himself using. Though...its what they had become...even if Tawny seemed to hate him at the moment. He so could have just stopped right there and turned to go to sleep, but he couldn't ignore his problem any longer than he already had. I ached just to look at Tawny in his frustration.
His glasses slid to the tip of his nose as he looked at tawny as he stroked him. He was just so attractive when he was angry....Kisuke pulled him closer, his hand bandoning its post to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. "Are you sure you are still mad..." he whispered again.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 3:06:30 GMT
He blushed- blushed, of all things, him!- a little at the scent and sight of it, and it only got worse at the touch. He gasped slightly and the last of the anger burned away at the touch, eyes wide and dark.
"Are you sure you are still mad..."
Arrogant, horrible, horrible man. He snarled, eyes flashing, and his hand coming up to the back of Kisuke's neck. He yanked the man forward almost demandingly, pressed him into a hard, hungry kiss in answer. Forget that stealing a kiss shit, he was kissing to leave a mark, his teeth grazing Kisuke's lower lip, his tongue flickering in and out of the other man's mouth. His hand returned the favor, locking once more around Kisuke's member, beginning to work him with a sort of angry intensity, stopping well shy of pain, but his submissive lazyness was gone.
Apparently, anger could be put to a good use, so long as it was rather firmly controlled. "Yes," He growled, against Kisuke's mouth, his voice a tight, round snarl, "and I am going to take it out on you." He growled, eyes sparking with heat and passion, but there was no longer any real anger there; in fact, his eyes are dancing with impish playful light once more.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 17, 2009 3:46:40 GMT
He blushed. He never thought that he would ever see Tawny blush for whatever reason. He was just too....unpredictable, but that fact that he was able to swing past the defences was a good thing. At first, he seemed mad, but then there was a fierce force behind his actions. It started off with that rough kiss that aroused his lips to become active. Tawny was so rough, the biting of his lip harsh yet agreeable some how. The alkaline taste was just perfect as he pulled way. Delicious. KIsuke was no longer leading this parade, especially when the silence was broke by a load moan as his member was grabbed once more.
He was still mad...very.
He found his hips bucking wildly against the force of his hand. KIsuke reached out and grabbed his own excitment, exerting a similar energy. He forced himself back against the hurried kiss he received. So angry...so right. IT felt amazing and he only heard himself lounder over the noise of the storm outside as he felt his release near. " If you don't slow down...its going to be over soon..." growled the heaviliy distracted male. This was all too much, but at the same time the perfect revenge.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 4:09:26 GMT
He gasped against Kisuke's mouth at the words, his lips tipping up into a rather nasty smile. "Cute." He muttered, panting softly, but he also let up on the intensity with which he was working and manipulating Kisuke. "Maybe I want it to be." He purred, pulling back just far enough to put there heads close together, his lips barely dancing over Kisuke's. His gaze was heady and dark, nothing like his usual bright blue stare. And right now, nothing in the world had him more turned on then this. Kisuke, helpless, flushed and pliant under his touch, ruffled and overwhelmed.
"Maybe," He growled. "I want to see what it looks like when I get past that fucking-stupid-wall-of-yours." With each word, his hand strokes the other man, hard, firm. "See what you look like not thinking, not doing anything but moaning my name. Helpless." He grinned, a sharp, hard expression with little or no humor in it.
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Post by Anasi Visatta on Jul 17, 2009 4:37:25 GMT
OOPS IGNORE
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 17, 2009 4:40:14 GMT
Evil. He was made from pure evil, this was what Kisuke was starting to believe as the man whispered his harsh words to him. Oh god...he didn't want it to stop. This was unlike any feeling he had ever had. Kisuke could feel the pressure building deep within him. It was like a tornado and he was waiting for the whirlwind to end. The dark gaze for the once semi docile male had grown to that of an alpha demanding control. A hand gripped the sheets, his back arching into the fast working hand. A shiver went down his spine with each word he spoke. There were no games only the real deal here.
Tawny wanted him raw and bare for him and only him to see. To see him at his weakest point. To see his mind shatter into a million pieces as she reached climax. To see the true him. Kisuke's body was covered in sweat and the heat in the room was unbearable, but he could do nothing, as he was but a puppet right now and Tawny the puppet master. His body tense his once firmly shut eyes, shot open, his head thrusting back into the pillow as his moans got louder and louder until he thrust his hips bucked into Tawny's hand as he cried out. His vision gone...his eyes rolled back into his head. His mind finally reaching that bliss his body had been yearning for, body twitching slightly.
He called out...Tawny...
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 17, 2009 5:32:36 GMT
Yes. Gods, yes, beautiful, perfect, broken and so lost, so helpless under his touch, no facades, no dances, just perfect, splintering reality. The sight is almost enough to bring Tawny to his own climax, of Kisuke like this, back bowed, inviting lips parted and his name on the air in a choked call, strangled with emotion and heat. His other hand touches himself, working over his own member, even as Kisuke's shaking body comes down from the high. So innocent, so easy to bring over the edge, his pale-porcelain doll.
"Kisuke," He hissed in return, head bowed to his chest with the effort of not exploding himself, not yet. He reached out, dragged the other man up and crushed him into a harsh kiss once again, a whore's kiss; raw and needy with no emotion behind it. This was Tawny at his best and his worst; taking everything, giving nothing back. He pressed them against the wall, trapped his partner there with the length of his own body, still petting himself roughly.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 17, 2009 23:25:49 GMT
It took a short while for Kisuke to gain control of himself again. His body rolling off the waves of the orgasm a bit longer than he'd ever felt. He wasn't really awake until he found himself kissing the now aggressive bed mate. It was rough and not necessarily what he was used to, but he found himself smirking. So this is what it was like to make Tawny wait. HIs appearance and actions may have sometimes been feminine, but his need and hunger for release was far stronger. The king of games was done with them. Kisuke smirked at this, even as he was pressed against the large wooden headboard. Just when you thought you knew someone.
Eventually, Kiki got past his initial surprise and was ready to get back. Tawny had had his dominant moment however and Kisuke wouldn't have any more of that. A bit stronger from his previous moment, he reached down and grabbed the shape shifters thighs lifting him up, slamming his back against the head board. Now on his knees, he held Tawny's hips up at his own with one hand and took to the passionate kissing once more to put him in his place. His large able hand took over the red heads insistent pumping, keeping the quick speed. The favor would be returned. The mouth went from kissing his lips to sucking and biting along Tawny's neck. The head only seemed to rise further with their bodies slidding and bumping together eagarly.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 18, 2009 0:02:35 GMT
He gasped as he was suddenly, unexpectedly, being manhandled- , Kisuke had had enough of being the play toy. He wanted a chance to roughhouse, too, apparently. Tiny and light, Tawny was easy to manuver, even now, with Kisuke worn and himself on the edge of an explosion. He gave a tiny cry as he back met the headboard, muffled almost instantly by the return of the demanding, savage kiss. He was gasping by the time Kisuke touched him, and his entire body shivering with near-release. When his little Kisuke decided to grab the reins, he did it hard and with, it seemed, little hesitation. This was something he could more then get used to, a Kisuke that demanded control like this.
It was the biting and suckling at his neck that did it, made him gasp Kisuke's name again and again in a strained tone and clutch blindly at the other man, head cracking back painfully against the headboard. He didn't seem to notice, too close, too far gone as his nails dug into pale flesh, created grooves.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 18, 2009 0:40:49 GMT
This would definitely be a night to remember. His Red Tabby barely able to speak, one of few times this would ever happen. He would soon see the slender form in his arms to the purest form of ecstasy. Help him relieve the tension Kisuke had most likely cause over the time they had know each other. He didn't normally command this control, choosing to ignore the red head than fight him into submission. But now? He held the switch to something sweet, how long it dragged out and how fast it came. He was feeding of the catman's exclamations and shakes. Although he couldn't quite see his face, he could hear him calling out "Kisuke" repeatedly with no end near. Just that in itself was quite satisfying.
The younger man had clawed into him like a predator to pray, digging his nails into his shoulders and back. It was painful and it would leave scars, but they were sharing the pain and the pleasure it seemed. Soon, the sight of Tawny at his most vulnerable would be his. That was end game and he was sure Red Tabby wouldn't find it easy to forget.
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 18, 2009 1:42:48 GMT
End soon is does, though Tawny was quieter about it then Kisuke, head lowered to chin and cry muffled between his teeth as at last he found relief. The tension sagged out of his body, claws unlatching from their deadly tight grip on his back- he would realize, later, that he injured his Kisuke and be sorry for it. For now, though, he didn't notice or care. He rested his hands on the man's neck and shoulders, panting, eyes closed and body lax with the sudden release.
Never. Never in his life had he wanted that with someone so much, actively wanted it, and never had it been more worth it. His mind was rather in stasis, wandering foggy paths of spent desire and confused, conflicting emotions. His eyes opened after a minute, dazed and bleary, and his lips twitched upwards in a slight grin, though it is weak at best. "See, that's all I wanted. Not so bad, was it?" He drawls, even now a wise ass to the very end.
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Post by Kisuke Leemara on Jul 18, 2009 2:16:43 GMT
A lot of new events and sensations had come to the surface that morning that Kisuke never foresaw happening. Granted, he liked to be able to predict things, but he knew that wasn't always possible. This...however, was a pleasant surprise. Deep down he was sure the Tawny had planned this some how, but he ignored that feeling for now, now that said man was finally calm and released. Everything seemed to have happened in a blur to Kisuke. After a while of their play...it was as if he was on auto pilot the rest of the way. The point of no return. His senses heightened and his drive runneth over.
They were both rather sweaty and sticky from secretions now and quite tired.to say the least. The urgency was gone and all that was left was the soothing aftermath. Though...the mood was diminished by the smart mouthed comment. The red head has been flirting shamelessly with Kisuke for as long as he could remember, but he wasn't sure he'd caught all the signs or the outright commentary that the catman gave. Kisuke never tooked to being forced or tricked into doing anything and those are the ways that Tawny usually practiced. By now it was a known fact that yes, Kisuke liked to see Tawny nude, but he was having issues with the situation because they went from an inch to a mile in one night. Things were going to get ridiculously complex in the morning....when they woke up.
Kisuke didn't respond to the comment as he laid his Red Tabby onto the mattress again, giving his sex tossed boy one last look over before pulling the cover over them both. "If you thought it would be this easy all the time...you would never behave...now rest..." the raven haired man finally responded. Feeling the light ache of his shoulders as he got comfortable upon his back again. He slid his glasses onto the nightstand and was just about to take off the necklace as well. It had gone forgotten during the duration of their activities...and was initially what started it all. He ended up staring at it for a while. Just thinking.about all the trouble it had caused...
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Post by Tawny Addison on Jul 18, 2009 3:11:29 GMT
Tawny propped himself on one elbow, watched as Kisuke removed his glasses and that wonderful little bauble that had caused so very much chaos in one stormy evening. He waited to lay down, gaze hooded and conflicted. The spell would break when the sun came out; he understood that. When the sun came out is when Kisuke would start trying to analyze, and classify, and put them in a pretty little box and still have no idea what he really wanted. He had done this in hopes to change that, to show him what giving into those base, raw desires could do, could feel like- but it seemed they had a ways to go yet, if that look was any indication.
"I don't behave anyway. It's why you love me." He replied absently, not even flinching at the word 'love'. Perhaps, for Tawny, it holds different connotations. He lied down at last, cuddling into Kisuke's chest and wrapping his arm around the man. He seemed fully capable of ignoring their less-then-clean conditions. His eyes drifted shut, slowly, a low, content sigh leaving him; apparently, Tawny is the type able to drop into sleep instantly after sex of any kind, hair a sweaty, tangled mess on his pillow, draping over both of their arms and winding around his slender body, face peaceful and relaxed almost at once.
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