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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 28 2010, 04:27 PM (531 Views) | |
| passionflower | Mar 23 2010, 12:53 AM Post #16 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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Brett felt his body seem to warm up, especially as the strong hand of the Irishman took his other cheek in hand. No slaps, instead just a firm hold that already had his pulse hiking up a notch or two. The warm blood pumped heavily through his veins, as warmth spread all over. His eyes were soon softening as he felt the lingering peck to his wounded cheek. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and his eyelids drooped from the feel of nibbling at his ear. A prickle spiraled down his body from the surprisingly simple bits of drunken affection. Hm... there was more to come? The husked murmured against the shell of his ear promised him so. His eyes flicked up to meet Adrian's mis-matched gaze. He could feel the strong, large hand of the redhead solidify it's grip on his cheek. The slow tipping up of his chin. He drew in a sharp breath which caused him to inhale at the same moment as Adrian. And then his mouth was captured. Crushed together in the brush of the Irishman's warm lips. Brett's eyes fell closed, heavy with growing lust for the man who was currently plundering his lips. A slow shiver trailed over his body. Between the teasing of his lips and the brush of the thumb over his cheek, Brett felt himself already coming undone. Way easier than usual. The brush of the redhead's teeth over his lower lip had his breath catching in his throat. Shit... Adrian tasted good... Between the bite of whiskey melding with a taste that was just all Adrian. Masculine, strong. Delicious. A low rumbling purr escaped him. As Adrian had been teasing his lower lip, Brett suckled the upper petal of the Irishman's mouth and he suckled upon it suggestively and let his teeth graze over the flesh. He tipped his head a bit, as his mouth pressed fully to Adrian's, interlocking lips over lips. One of his own hands soon lifted and he rested it upon the tall redhead's strong shoulder. His palm smoothed over the cap of his shoulder and slowly smoothed down. The firm ripple of corded muscle beneath his sleeves sent a little jolt through the younger man. Gods, he was solid. He couldn't recall the last time another man's kisses had been so down right addictive. It was really hard for him to stop. But with enough of his crumbling will power, he eased their lips apart. He drew in a slow breath and let it out. Deep within his chest his heart was still pounding in his rib cage. And his eyes had opened enough to gaze at the handsome face of the man he'd just been kissing. A slow grin played over his lips. "Well now..." he spoke in a husked tone. "You're pretty tasty..." |
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| Gray | Mar 24 2010, 04:58 PM Post #17 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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Adrian murmured quietly in protest when Brett pulled away from his mouth, effecting ending their kiss, but he quickly turned his lips elsewhere; just as content to take teasing little nibbles of the brunette's neck and to trail his mouth gently from ear to collar bone and back again, then repeating the process with the other side. Strong arms banded gently but firmly around the younger male's slender hips, two large hands slipping up beneath the fabric of his tank top to press his palms against the heated flesh he found there. "Weel noow," he murmured back huskily, lust and desire having stolen the usual smoothness of his voice and instead rendered it hoarse and harsh. "Ye're rather tasteh yerself, tae be honest." In the privacy of his own mind, he personally thought that Brett was, in all liklihood, one of the sexiest men he'd seen in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so completely infatuated with someone that he'd actually contemplated asking them to accompany him home for the night. Engaging in one-night-stands was not something that he normally participated in, since he knew that the kind of men who would be willing to agree to something like that were not the kind of men who would engage in a faithful, lasting relationship. However, the young man currently in his arms was fast approaching that point for Adrian, and the redhead was having a very difficult time in holding himself back from simply tossing the shorter male over his shoulder and carting him off. To prevent such a thing from actually happening, he continued to nibble at Brett's neck and ear, even going so far as to tug his tank top down slightly so that he could also taste the youth's tempting collar bones. Almost unaware that he was speaking, so drunk was he on the taste of warm flesh, the Irishman purred, "I'd like tae be tastin' more o' ye, lad, but this isna th' place tae be dwin it." |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| passionflower | Mar 24 2010, 09:36 PM Post #18 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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The brunet felt his eyes sink half mast and he felt his whole body tighten as the shower of kisses just continued. Nibbling at his ear and hot kisses down his throat and to his collar. Everywhere the redhead kissed seemed to ignite with a passionate heat, followed by the faint prickle of his flesh cooling in the wake of those caressing lips. Unlike the Irishman who was busy raining down those lovely kisses, the brunet was, sadly, quite accustomed to one night stands. Not because he was shallow and only looking for nightly company. But well... he'd not found another man he'd really clicked with. Not since he'd known John. Though he'd gotten close on many occasions. It had made him wonder if maybe, just maybe it was more than chemistry he was hoping for. Perhaps he'd just honestly been too afraid to make that commitment again. Yet he could not deny his natural urges. And thus he was here, again, at the Hangar. Though it sure seemed like he'd hooked himself quite the alluring bit of company (or perhaps he was the one who'd been hooked in this case...). He felt the large warm hands of the Irishman as they tugged at his tank top, and caused more of his collar to be exposed. His pink tongue trailed along his own lips in a hungry caress, as his hazy gaze remained plastered to Adrian. A low chuckle escaped him as his companion for the night spoke those words. "Mmm... well... If not here, then where would you suggest?" he asked. His head had since tipped to the side as he gazed down at Adrian. His own hands were still resting on the redhead's body. His fingertips traced along the seams of his shirt, and slowly brushed over the buttons on the front. His eyes lit up with devious intention. "There's a nice little motel near here," he murmured. His hand slid up, smoothing over the collar of Adrian's shirt, and he eased open a few of the top buttons of his shirt in a slow, teasing motion. "And... my place is within ten minutes of here," he smirked. He quirked his brow as he gave the redhead an inviting look. |
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| Gray | Mar 26 2010, 08:22 AM Post #19 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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One ginger colored eyebrow hiked high at the question of where he'd like to go to continue their devious activities, though he kept his mouth occupied on the delicious skin of Brett's mouth as he considered his options. A motel, or go back to Brett's place. He didn't offer his own house, as all of his things were bagged and boxed up, he didn't have a bed yet, and he'd had yet to see the inside of the house, and it had the added misfortune of being located over an hour away from their current location. So, with his hands having snuck up the back of Brett's shirt and now running fitfully over the bare skin of his back, he murmured, "I'mma thinkin' tha' yer place migh' be th' best option a' this point, lad." Drawing away slightly, he watched as the first three buttons on his shirt were deftly flicked open by long fingers, and that ginger brow winged upward once again as the thick mat of hair on his chest sprang forward to curl over the opened edges of his shirt. Then he raised his teasing gaze to Brett's face and, with a grin, swooped down to press his mouth against the brunette's. This kiss was far different from their first, as that caress had been soft, sweet, and gentle. This one was quick and hard and just a little rough, with Adrian taking electric little nips of the smaller man's lower lip, then soothing whatever small ache he'd caused with a gentle swipe of his tongue. He pulled away just as rapidly as he'd swooped down, and, pulling out his wallet, quickly paid for both his own drinks, and whatever was left on Brett's tab, keeping one arm locked around the youth's waist as he did so, and thus keeping the smaller man held close to him for the duration. When he'd gotten his card and receipt back, Adrian finally let go of the brunette, and, with a teasing glint in his eyes and a lustful grin on his mouth, he bent low and, after nipping gently at Brett's ear, purred, "Lead th' way, lad." |
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| passionflower | Mar 26 2010, 11:53 AM Post #20 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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Brett had felt those warm creeping hands sliding up the back of his tanktop. The flesh of his back prickled in response to the cool air sweeping in couples with the warm large palms and fingertips of the redhead as they trailed along his back. A jolt of arousal shot through him in those moments, not just from the touches, but from the sheer realization that, well... if Adrian's hands were already all over him this much in this public place, what devious pleasures awaited them in private? The brunet's eyes had since flicked down to look over the open top of the redhead's shirt. His eyes widened at the thick bounty of curls that sprung forth once the buttons had been undone. He curiously smoothed his fingers along the red fur. Needless to say, with all the young 'boys' he'd been typically partnered with on nights like this, it was setting in that he was in the presence of a real man. And he was very far from disappointed. In fact his heart was hammering in his chest with the excitement of touching and being touched by such a man. Brett's eyes flicked up to meet their mismatched mate's, and a low groan escaped him as Adrian swooped down to steal his lips. His fingers immediately tightened their grip on any part of the man was under his palms, clutching at fabric and toned flesh beneath. He returned the hungry nips with suckling little needy bites from his own mouth. The brunet was surprised he had to suppress a whine from bubbling up his throat as Adrian slipped away, leaving his mouth tingling and the rest of him aching with growing need. Ye gods, and all they'd been doing was kiss and touch a bit. He couldn't recall the last time he'd been so easily riled up by another... The strong arm about his middle calmed him a bit. Adrian wasn't going anywhere. No, correction. He was going somewhere. To Brett's home. His tongue trailed out over his lips, catching the taste of the redhead still lingering on his plush petals. He watched Adrian pay the bill, including his own. A smile teased his lips as he felt the nip to his ear and the teasing words. He turned his own head inward, and his hands lifted to cup Adrian's face. His mouth crushed to his. He was unable to help himself. Just had to get another taste before he could drag his ass off the stool and out to the car. When he'd gotten a satisfying drink of the redhead's mouth, he pulled back, licked his lips much like a feline after a serving of milk, and he got to his feet. "Follow me," he had a pleased smile on his lips. One of his hands reached out then, and his long fingers wrapped about one of Adrian's large hands. He spared the redhead a playful glance before he lead them to the door of the Hangar and out to the cool night air outside. The wind had a faint chill, enough to cut through their clothes and bring about a fit of goosebumps. Thankfully, Brett's car was pretty close. He yanked out his car keys from his jeans pocket and unlocked the doors of an old 90's Nissan. He slid into the driver's seat and spared Adrian a glance. The engine came to life, sputtering a bit at first, then was purring strong. And once he knew Adrian was buckled in, he pulled out of the space and began making his way for home. A bemused smile remained plastered to his face. "... So how long have you been in the U.S. ? Or are you just here for a visit?" Brett dared to ask. He of course had no idea the sad history on why Adrian was here now and not back in Ireland. He barely made it through a light, having to pump down on the accelerator to motor on through. So maybe he was in a bit of a hurry to get home. But truly, could one blame him, especially with a handsome Irishman in his passenger seat who was coming home with him? |
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| Gray | Mar 27 2010, 12:07 AM Post #21 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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Adrian was slightly surprised when Brett shot forward and melded their lips together for another toe-tingling kiss, but the Irishman was nothing if not adaptable, and he went along with it easily enough. Large, broad palms rested against the youth's shoulders, neither holding him close nor pushing him away; simply resting. He offered a slow, sultry smile when his mouth was released, then obligingly followed the other male out of The Hangar and into the parking lot. Breathing deeply of the cool night air and rolling his broad shoulders some to relieve a bit of the tension that had gathered due to the arousal he'd be fighting with most of the evening, Adrian gave himself a moment before he followed Brett to his car, and, once the doors were unlocked, opened the passenger's side and slid down into the front seat. The fit was a bit tight for his large body and long legs, but after some squirming and sliding the seat back as far as it would go, he managed to find a relatively comfortable position. At least his knees weren't digging into his chest, at any rate. When asked about his length of time in the States, the redhead could only laugh. "I jes' got here today," he answered honestly. "I bought a house aboot a year ago, bu' had some thin's tae see tae back home in Ireland. I couldna leave when I wanted tae, so I spent me time lookin' fer houses an' jobs. Bought the house, an' had me interview this afternoon. Go' th' job, tew." With a shrug, he admitted, "After all o' tha', I thought I could... treat meself tae a night oot." Turning his head slightly, he regarded Brett for several moments before raising a hand to brush his unruly red curls off his forehead, only to huff in annoyance when they simply flopped right back down again. "Bah," he muttered. "Me ma was always after me tae cut me hair, bu' I ne'er did. Noow I'mma thinkin' I'd best get on it as it does nothin' but flop in me eyes an' drive me batty." Shaking his head, he simply left the vibrant strands where they were, knowing that it would be useless to fuss with it again. Because his hands were itching to touch Brett again, he clasped them firmly and kept them in his lap, determined to behave himself at least until they were out of the car. Once Brett had parked and they'd both climbed out of the car, Adrian wasted no time in rounding the hood of the vehicle and pinning the smaller male against the side of the car to ravage his mouth with enough force to leave them both breathless. Several minutes later, when he finally released Brett's mouth, he had to attach his teeth to the brunette's neck gently in an attempt to keep himself from diving back in for more kisses. Breathing deeply, he finally managed to say, "I think we'd best go inside afore we gi' th' neighbors a show they're nay likely wantin'." |
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| passionflower | Mar 27 2010, 12:44 AM Post #22 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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Brett stole the occasional glance over at the handsome fellow in the seat beside him. He felt pretty damn giddy at the moment. Honestly, he couldn't recall the last time he'd gotten the attention of a man quite like Adrian. It left his body tingling and his mind wondering if he'd passed out somewhere back at the bar in a illusionary stupor. A dark brow quirked in curiosity as Adrian mentioned that he actually had bought a house here a while ago. And in fact that he'd just arrived today. And got himself a new job ontop of everything. He chuckled a little then. "Damn, I'm surprised you're still going strong. No jet lag?" he mused softly. He peeked at the redhead out of the corner of his eye. So he'd been thinking of coming here for a while it seemed. He wondered what reason he had to leave his homeland, but he was hardly complaining. A smile teased over his lips as Brett turned his attention back to the road in front of them. "Well I'm glad you made the trip. Otherwise I might not have met ya..." His fingers played over the leather of the steering wheel, tapping a bit. The radio was on, but it was faint. Rocking out some old school beat from the 80s it sounded like. But Brett was hardly paying attention to the music. He glanced over again as Adrian cursed at his wild red hair. He chuckled a bit in response. "It may fall in your face but it looks real good on ya," he informed, if his opinion meant anything to the Irishman. In fact he was now itching to rake his fingers back through that gorgeous head of hair. But no, he had to keep his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. But truly, Adrian was a crash hazard. Home couldn't have felt further away, even though it was only a handful of minutes they were in the car. Brett pulled into a parking lot outside of a few small apartments, dressed up to look like quaint houses. He parked the car in a nearby space, and then turned off the engine, leaving them in silence. "Well... we're here," he mused. He watched as Adrian exited the car. He did likewise himself. He'd barely gotten the car locked when he felt the sudden weight of the redhead pushing up against him, and his car against his back. A surprised gasp escaped him as their mouths were crushed together once more, and a few spirals of pleasure trickled down his spine to pool in his groin. His hands lifted, to clutch at Adrian's arms. A shuddering breath escaped his lungs as his lips were released. "You make it hard to breath," he chuckled breathlessly as he tipped his head to the side, allowing Adrian to suck and kiss at his neck all he liked. His own tongue trailed along his lips. He gave an agreeing nod. "Sounds like a plan," he murmured as his head turned a bit, and his nose brushed lightly against the red curls and the Irishman's ear. How he managed to pry himself out of Adrian's grip was a bit of a mystery, but his legs felt damn well gelatinous from just a simple kiss and some necking from the redhead. He fussed with his keys in his front door, finding himself incredibly impatient. But once he did get the door open, he turned, grasped Adrian by the arm, and yanked him inside. The door closed with a loud slam, leaving them in the dim light of his apartment. Only one lamp in the front living area had been left on. Brett pushed Adrian up against the closed door. His eyes were a light with want and desire as he quickly brought their mouths back together. His breaths were already beginning to come in ragged pants, while his curious fingers were smoothing up and down over Adrian's chest, and down to his hips. His thumbs smoothed slow circles into the front of his companion's hip bones, through the fabric of his pants. But they didn't linger long. Up they went again, till needy fingers were quickly working open the remaining buttons on Adrian's shirt. One by one he popped them open. All the while his mouth remained meshed to the redhead's, as his tongue trailed his lips and dared to thrust past to drink from the redhead's mouth. "Nmm..." |
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| Gray | Mar 27 2010, 01:45 AM Post #23 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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Adrian couldn't help the grin and chuckle that escaped him as he was - literally - yanked into Brett's apartment, but he took the move with grace and aplomb, proving that he was good on his feet by keeping his balance easily and pivoting gracefully on the ball of his foot to watch the brunette shut and lock the door. Then he found himself promptly shoved up against that very same door with the smaller male plastered against him and ravishing his mouth. Strong muscled bunched and flexed beneath the questing of Brett's fingers, and his own large hands slid down slender hips and back up over a pertly rounded bottom. He could feel the buttons on his shirt popping open, and, though he was desperately concentrating on the mouth crushed to his and the whiskey-flavored tongue currently dancing with his own, he was immediately aware of the moment the last button came undone, and he shrugged eagerly out of the restricting material, leaving it in a messy heap on the floor by the front door. Not bothering to disengage their mouths, Adrian simply crouched, fitted his hands beneath Brett's rear, and hoisted him up so that the smaller male could wrap his legs around the Irishman's thick waist. He had no lofty goals of making it to a bedroom, but was aiming instead for the couch in the living room. Needing his vision so he didn't rap his knees on any tables or other furniture, the redhead pulled reluctantly away from the mouth beneath his own, but trailed his lips hotly over the taut skin of the brunettes neck. In a lull, just before he found the couch, he answered the question that had been asked of him in the car. "I slept on th' plane an' ha' been runnin' on pure adrenaline e'er since. Nay jet lag tae speak of." His voice was still hoarse and rough, and came out sounding more like a purr or a growl than actual human conversation. Upon successfully finding the couch without any painful mishaps, Adrian gently lay Brett down then slid slightly downward to hike the tank top up and away from the tight muscles of the brunettes abdomen. Flicking it out of his way impatiently, he muttered, "Take this off, will ye?" then bent his head to press biting little kisses to the skin of his companion's belly. His fingers worked tirelessly at the button and zip of snug blue jeans until he finally got them open and slid the denim down long legs. His hands couldn't seem to move fast enough over the skin he was so quickly revealing, but despite wanting to touch all of Brett right then, he settled for smoothing his hands up along muscled calves and thighs while his tongue swirled around the brunette's navel and finally dipped within. |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| passionflower | Mar 27 2010, 02:18 AM Post #24 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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Brett tipped his head as his mouth angled better over the redhead's mouth. The groping and caressing of the Irishman's hands moving up and down his body send shivers along his body and his skin to prickle in the palms' wake. He got open the last pesky button on his shirt, and a smile upturned the corners of his occupied lips as the shirt was shrugged off by the taller man. Brett drew in a sharp breath, as his hands smoothed up the Irishman's stomach and chest, to feel his solid muscular form and the thick mat of red fur on his chest. A startled grunt escaped him as the large paws of the older man latched onto his ass and actually hoisted him up. Couldn't say he was exactly used to that. But he didn't miss a beat, nor did he part their lips, as his legs quickly wrapped about Adrian's strong torso. His ankles hooked behind him, as his hands draped about his shoulders. And soon he felt the other man carrying him through the dim apartment. Thankfully he didn't exactly have all that much for the Irishman to run into, making the trip from the door to the couch all the smoother. He drew in a deep breath as their lips parted. His fingers slid up the strong neck of the redhead, and dug into his wild hair. "Hm... well I'm glad. Would be a real... shame... if ya fell asleep on me," he teased in his own sultry tones. Brett soon felt the soft couch on his back. And no sooner had he landed, he felt Adrian impatiently hiking up his tank top and working on shucking down his jeans. The brunet licked his lips as he began to yank up on the purple fabric on his upper body. He tossed it, then laid back down. His abdomen tightened as the redhead began to shower it in touches and kisses. "Don't waste a second do ya?" he chuckled softly. The only thing left on the brunet now was his turquoise necklace... and a pair of checkered boxers. The elastic band at the top was already hanging low on his slender hips, exposing the devious peak of dark curls that covered the apex of his thighs. Not to mention the tell tale bulge forming within his boxers. Brett drew in hot breaths and let them out shakily. The brunet's hands had since lifted, and his fingers carded back through the unruly red waves till he was cupping the back Adrian's head. |
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| Gray | Mar 27 2010, 12:08 PM Post #25 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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Adrian drew in several shaky breaths as he scattered hot kisses and stinging little nips over Brett's stomach, his hands smoothing restlessly over slender hipbones and shapely thighs. He was nearly drunk with arousal, his eyes having long since blurred and his breathing turning to naught but harsh gasps the longer he teased and tormented himself with the vision of the brunette laying splayed out before and beneath him. At his companion's amused chuckle and breathless statement, the Irishman's head came up and a wicked twinkle infused his gaze. "Weel noow, lad, I dinna think ye were exac'ly in th' mood fer somethin' slow, but it's me deepest apologies I'll offer if I was wrong. I could take me time, ye ken." He purred the last statement quietly, all but abandoning Brett's stomach and hips in favor of raising his hands to cup the younger man's face between his large palms and offer a series of sweet kisses that were designed to tease and torment not only himself, but his companion as well. "I could sip at ye like a dyin' man thirsty fer a drink.... take ye tae the brink an' back agin till yer eyes go blurry an' yer limbs go shaky." To demonstrate, he slid his lips more firmly against Brett's, taking them into a kiss that was both slow and deep, and promised greater heights of abandonment and pleasure than even his previous kisses and caresses. His tongue probed gently at the youth's mouth, neither demanding entrance nor simply sitting idly by; he licked gently first at Brett's upper lip, then his lower, then suckled the plush lower petal into his mouth briefly before darting away to trail warm kisses up the youth's cheekbone to his ear, where the Irishman would nibble softly at the lobe before beginning the journey back down again. After several minutes of this teasing, torturous play, Adrian's own jeans were strained tight across his lap, his obvious arousal pushing out the front of his slacks quite a bit, and though he longed to feel Brett's hands on him, he simply leaned forward and pressed himself into the vee of his companion's thighs. He felt his own engorged flesh jump and twitch with vigorous interest, but he only skimmed his hands lightly over the youth's toned torso before gently palming the slender length that lay so temptingly beneath patterned fabric, his lips never ceasing their enjoyable journey. |
| Humanity is a never ending loop of amusement for one reason or another; you just have to dig far enough past the bullshit and fake faces to find the true core of idiocy. | |
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| passionflower | Mar 27 2010, 02:17 PM Post #26 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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Brett's own eyes were hazy and unfocused. His chest rose and fell in uneven pants. He caught the look in the Irishman's eyes, and he let out a groan as those lips he was quickly becoming addicted to were pressing against his own once more. The warm hands of the redhead felt good as they cupped his face. A pleasured shudder tremored down his body and he soon was smoothing his own hands up and down along Adrian's back and shoulders. Strong muscle melded in warm flesh. Adrian felt good beneath his palms... With a gasp, Brett's brows furrowed as Adrian took on the slow and devious caressing of his mouth. The suckling and licking of his lips. It had his breath coming in short, pinched groans. He tried to draw in a breath, to fill his lungs hen Adrian released his lips and dusted his cheek, jaw and ear in kisses. His nails grazed over the redhead's back, and his cheek pressed against the redhead's as he nibbled so fitfully at his ear. He inhaled the familiar musk of his cologne and the scent of his red hair. The couch creaked a bit, as Adrian adjusted himself, and a shiver of temptation trickled over his body from the feel of Adrian's strong hips nestling up between his legs. And soon those warm hands were skimming up and down his torso and hips, till one was palming the arousal still hidden within his boxers. His hips arched up into the feel of his warm hand as he couldn't help but grind up into his palm. "Shit..." he husked out the curse between kisses. The weight of the Irishman upon him was quite the sensation. Only solidified how real this all was. He was here, on his couch, with this alluring redhead driving him toward that brink of sexual abandon. He let out a hungry growl, as he managed to latch onto Adrian's lower lip. He sucked and tugged at the flesh, till his teeth grazed over it and released it with a wet pop. His mouth quickly crushed back to Adrian's. Being apart from the other man's mouth for too long was beginning to feel alien. The warm wetness it offered was delicious and intoxicating. His own hands smoothed on down along the Irishman's back. Over the dip of his lower back to the slow swell of his ass still held within tightening jeans. He shoved his hands down the back of those jeans, and he clutched at the warm globes of his ass. A slow smile tweaked his lips as he continued to drink and suckle from Adrian's mouth. His hips kept up their slow bucking up against the man atop him. |
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| Gray | Apr 30 2010, 12:52 AM Post #27 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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Lost in pleasurable sensations that he had denied himself for too long, Adrian could only respond with animal instinct to what was occurring. He signed and groaned in turn, his hand alternately squeezing and stroking the rigid length beneath his palm. He gasped quietly into Brett's mouth when the younger man's hands slipped inside his jeans to find and cup the globes of his rear, then renewed his attack on the other man's mouth. Feeling that he would lose all semblance of his sanity if he didn't somehow manage to ground himself, the Irishman quickly but gently eased the smaller male's boxers down over slender hips, shapely thighs, and eased them off completely before leaving them in a careless pile at the foot of the couch. Drawing back slightly so he could see Brett fully, Adrian took a few moments to slowly run his hands over the skin he'd just exposed, his breath exploding in a burst of sound that was brought on by intense arousal. A litany, frayed by the haze of pleasure that consumed him, poured from his lips as he bent low over Brett's lap and pressed kisses to his belly, his thighs, and, finally, his erection. "Ah, lad, ye're loveleh. Dinna move, noow...." With the quiet warning issued, the redhead opened his mouth and, with a quick breath, slipped his mouth over the first few inches of his new lover's length. His tongue, broad and warm, pressed against the underside and slid down the length as Adrian took more of Brett's arousal into his mouth. Large, strong hands held the youth's hips steady so he wouldn't unintentionally jerk upward and choke Adrian; his thumbs rubbing soothing if nonsensical pattens into the skin of his groin. His red curls bobbed gently as he drew his mouth back slowly, then quickly dropped back down again, repeating this movement several times in quick succession and becoming more voracious with each moment that passed. After several minutes, one hand snuck lower, beneath his mouth, to press the knuckle of one finger gently against the tightly furled starburst he found hidden in the cleft of Brett's rear. |
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| passionflower | Apr 30 2010, 05:00 PM Post #28 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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The younger man's head tipped back as his lungs fought for breaths of air. He soon felt Adrian hook his thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and tug them on down. There went the last of his clothing barriers. In their wake was of course the brunet's slender hips, sensual V of his lower torso, and of course the perking interested arousal nestled in a nest of dark curls at the apex of his thighs. His abdomen tightened, flat and toned around his navel. Brett tipped his head back as he gazed up at the Irishman, with lust ridden eyes. Adrian thought he was lovely. The sentiments brought a hazy smile to his lips. His brows were relaxed, and lids half mast over his arousal blown pupils. "No moving...?" he whispered. Though his question was soon answered. A shuddering breath was drawn in through the shorter man's lips as he was suddenly engulfed by Adrian's warm, wet mouth. Tensing up, his hands shot down to the bounty of red curls now residing between his legs. He dug his fingers into the passionate waves and clutched to them for dear life. "Gods...!" he husked out as Adrian latched onto his hips to keep them still. A good move... since truly he was tempted to start thrusting up into that delectable, hot mouth. Even with the hold, his hips gave shallow trembling little bucks against the hold. His member only served to harden fully, tight and throbbing in Adrian's mouth. His heels dug into the couch beneath them as his back arched off the cushions beneath him. A delicious torrent of moans were dripping from Brett's lips in continuos succession. "Yes... ahh... more...!" he pleaded, husky... as his fingers tightened their grip on Adrian's hair. |
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| Gray | May 12 2010, 11:35 PM Post #29 |
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Braaaaaiiiinssssss~~!
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The sounds Brett gave him were erotic in their own right, but coupled with the feel of the youth's arousal in his mouth and the tightening of his muscles beneath Adrian's broad palms, it was almost enough to drive a man insane with wanting. And want, he did; fully, completely, with every thought that crossed his mind, he wanted Brett. Wanted to be inside him; surrounded by him; touched and caressed by him. Never one to deny his own wants when their fulfillment was laid out in front of him, the Irishman somehow managed to shuck his own jeans without ever removing his mouth from the Brett's erection. He'd had to remove his hands to get the denim to cooperate with him, but he finally knelt, gloriously nude, between the youth's thighs; his mouth still working diligently toward pleasure, one hand pressed gently into the sharp curvature of hipbone while a finger of the other hand probed gently and carefully lower, exploring his companions limits, and what he did and did not want done to him. Testing, Adrian gave a gentle push and slipped his finger inside Brett up to the first knuckle, pausing there to better gauge the young man's reaction to this breach of his body. There was tightness - almost painfully tight - and there was warmth, but he was waiting to see if there was resistance, also. While he waited, he kept up the assault with his mouth, determined to bring Brett to completion at least once before moving forward with his plans for the evening. |
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| passionflower | May 14 2010, 01:53 PM Post #30 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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The younger man had about melted down into a mewling mess of tingling pleasure crazed flesh and bone. His fingers were tight in Adrian's hair, clutching as if his very life depended on it. Or perhaps he would simply float away if he dared let go. His eyes had fallen closed, though they peeked open as he heard the faint rustle of denim and felt the other man between his legs shift ever so slightly to get the last of his own clothes off. Brett felt his whole body warm up profusely at the sight of the other, naked fellow. His upper row of white teeth sunk into his lower lip as a shuddering sound escaped him. That devious finger had slipped inside of him, pushing against his tight walls and molten heat. There was a hint of resistance, though there came no upset words from Brett. He'd been on the receiving end a time or two, but not often... perhaps denoted by how tight he was. His eyes fluttered closed as he seemed to clenched around the digit within and his hips arched up slowly into the touch. "... Go deeper," he husked over his panting breaths. Deeper, where that special spot within him was hidden away. He groaned out, as Adrian kept up his lusty assault on his lower anatomy. The hard shaft was throbbing with the racing beats of the younger man's pulse. Hot and slick within the redhead's mouth. Brett tipped his head back, as he was finding it harder and harder to breath. It felt as if his own lungs were attempting to clamp down on his wind pipe, as if refusing to let him breath till that pleasure peak was met. The breaths that did escape him were sporadic and uneven, as his body was further teased up to that peak that he so desperately wanted. That coil of arousal, deep within his gut, had tightened up almost painfully. But when it finally released, the brunet beneath let out a shrill cry. His body arched up from the couch, all the muscles within him stiff and shaking. The spurts of hot fruition filled the redhead's mouth. Brett was tremoring a bit, till he fell back on the couch... peak reached and slowly ebbing away. He attempted to catch his breath as his fingers loosened their grip on Adrian's hair. "Good god..." He huffed as his head rolled to the side. Sweat had caused his dark hair to cling to his forehead and neck, while his gaze was hazy and relaxed. |
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