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| passionflower | Apr 21 2010, 06:46 PM Post #256 |
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The waitress gave a nod. All done. She gathered up their plates. "... Another bottle?" she quirked a brow, then heard they wanted it to go. "... Sure, alright," she nodded as she turned to go fetch them that bottle. Thomas' eyes flicked from the waitress back to Sal. His gaze as softened, and he slowly eased his hand back. He had an easy going expression on his face, but said nothing more. The young woman returned with the unopened bottle, in a bag for the two men, as well as their bill. "Pay that whenever you're ready. And thank you for coming," she smiled as she turned to head off. Thomas looked down at the bill, then glanced back up to Sal. The last time he'd tried to pay the bill, the blond had scolded him. "... Who's paying this time?" he asked. Even if he was tipsy for the moment it seemed he could at least think that logically. So where was the rest of his brain when he offered to continue wine drinking at their hotel room alone? ... Once the money was on the table, Thomas rose a bit suddenly, causing him to wobble a tad. He chuckled to himself, as he rested a hand on the wall. He managed to grab up his bags from earlier, and took the wine bottle bag too. His free hand reached out, took Sal's, and soon they were slipping out of the still crowded pizza place. A half smile was on his mouth, as he lead them to the nearest subway. The sun had already set, leaving the city dark, but filled with plenty of artificial lights. Neon sighs, street lights and headlights. Their stop was Bowling Green. Thomas had lost track of time, unsure if it had been a long or a short ride. He wasn't thinking much about it. He was more interested at that point of popping open that bottle of wine and downing some more... In good company of course. As they stood on the subway, his hand remained holding to Sal's. No dropping this time. When their stop arrived, Thomas gave the blond's arm a little tug, and turned to walk off to the platform, through the bustle of people, their grip never faltering. Up the stairs to the street level. Their hotel was in sight. And Thomas began to notice his heart was pounding in his chest. Excitement? Nervousness? ... maybe a mix of both. |
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| onyx | Apr 21 2010, 07:18 PM Post #257 |
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Sal felt a little thrill spike in his stomach when Thomas took him by the hand and held on as they left the restaurant. Held on through the streets and to the subway. Held on through the entire ride, too. They’d been holding hands of and on all day, here and there, keeping together in crowds, and never for too extended amounts of time. But this… this felt different. Thomas was holding on to his hand because he wanted to, or so it felt like to Sal. He wasn’t about to complain; if anything, he tightened his hold around the hand and returned the embrace of their palms. At their final stop, Sal inhaled and exhaled slowly as they stepped back up onto the street. The evening air was cool, but Sal was warm all over. Comfortable. And the quick walk from the subway to their hotel was companionable, despite the ping-pong game of nerves going on in the pit of his stomach. Honestly, he was waiting for the other hammer to drop at any second, waiting for Thomas to snatch away his hand and laugh and reveal the entire thing in Lombardi’s had been a great big joke. They got in the elevator and rode up to their floor. Thomas still hadn’t called it off, whatever ‘it’ was, and their hands were still together. He licked his lips, watching the numbers over the door tick by the higher they went. Out of the moving box, into the hall, and Sal fished out their cardkey, letting them into the room they were sharing for the rest of the week. Once inside, he finally freed his hand of Thomas’, clearing his throat and moving over to the small desk in the corner to shuck off his leather jacket and drape it over the back of the chair there. He set their box of treats in the kitchenette by a coffee pot and the bag with his Kung-Fu vest by his suitcase. His nerves were jumping now, Sal standing in the room and not quit sure what to do… he was nervous, more so than he should be, he realized, but still. He couldn’t help it. Thomas was good and sweet and so smart, one of the smartest people Sal had ever met. He was patient and funny and lots of fun to be around, and… he’d been in love with his brother. His twin brother. And Sal already felt strange about confusion and connections Thomas saw in him with his brother. It unsettled him. As much as he wanted it, it made him nervous. “So, wine…” he cleared his throat, looking around and seeing the two small glasses provided by the room new the coffee pot. He grabbed those, shaking off the little paper caps off of them. He held them up to show Thomas, “Not wine glasses, but they’ll do. Right?” Maybe he just needed to drink some more. That’d settle his nerves, he was sure. |
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| passionflower | Apr 21 2010, 08:30 PM Post #258 |
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When they reached the room, Thomas felt Sal drop his hand. He stood there, a little unsure himself what to do. He watched the blond go about taking off his jacket, putting the sweets in the kitchenette and his kung-fu vest by his bags. Seeming to follow suit, Thomas did likewise by putting his bags down by his own suitcase at the foot of his bed. He held the wine bottle bag in his other hand. Thomas lifted his head as he looked across the room to Sal. He saw him pick up the two glasses, and his green eyes then lifted to the blond's gaze. A hint of a smile tweaked his mouth. "Yes. They'll do," he agreed as he pulled the bottle out of the bag. After getting the bottle open, the brunet took a seat on his bed. He smiled a bit to Sal... and beckoned him over with a gesturing tilt of his head. When the blond joined him, he took the glasses, filled them each with the strong wine, then set the bottle on the night stand between their beds. He scooted against the headboard, took a sip of the wine, and glanced up at Sal. He took in the look of the blond, sitting on the bed beside him. Within a few moments, he'd drained the cup, and was soon pouring himself more. A smile had come to his face. "I really like wine..." he murmured and grinned a bit. Though he didn't immediately drink the next glassful he'd poured. His hands wrapped about the glass, holding it in his lap while his head tipped back. He smiled slowly and closed his eyes. "... I had fun today," he informed with a warmth to his wine drenched tone. A little husked, sensual as he spoke. Intentional or not was uncertain. His green eyes opened a hair, to look at the blond beside him. He smiled a bit more as his shoulders rolled back and he squirmed faintly on the bed, to get comfy. Long legs had stretched out over the mattress, still hidden by his slacks. His fingertips lightly smoothed up and down the glassy surface of the cup in his hand---an idle motion of his fingers. He lifted the glass then and took another few long gulps, causing his throat to undulate slowly with each swallow. |
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| onyx | Apr 21 2010, 08:51 PM Post #259 |
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Joining Thomas at the beds, he sat across from the brunet on his own mattress and watched him down his first glass of wine from their new bottle. Sal himself didn’t touch his drink at first, preoccupied with looking at the man in the room with him. He finally did lift the glass and took a swallow once Thomas was refilling his glass. A small chuckle was loosened out of him when Thomas spoke about his fondness for wine. The blond quirked a smirk across the small space between their beds at the other man, “Yah? I noticed.” It was then, as Thomas reclined and relaxed with his glass on his bed, that Sal noticed how aware he was of the other man. His eyes caught every little move. Every breath, every shift, the way his hand curled around the glass in his lap. The way his fingers smoothed over the cool glass. The squirming, the long stretch of his legs. Sal saw al of it, followed all of it, to the point of being a little shaken by it. He had to look away a moment, swallowing mouthfuls of wine to distract himself. The distraction didn’t last though, as Thomas began speaking again. “Good. I’m glad,” Sal murmured quietly, nodding slowly. “I did too.” He felt awkward, which was crazy. Salvatore Durante didn’t get awkward and he certainly never felt it. But he didn’t know what to say and he didn’t know what to do other than drink and drink and drink from his glass, refilling it when it emptied and repeating the process again. Eventually though, he got frustrated with himself and the situation. Nothing was wrong, there was no reason to be nervous or awkward or jittery. More than likely, nothing more than the two of them passing out from too much drink was going to happen. Despite the looks and tone in Lombardi’s. So instead of sitting around like an idiot, shifting and confined in his own skin, Sal sat his glass on the table between their beds and stood. He stretched his arms over his head, shirt riding just slightly as he moved around to the foot of his bed where his bag sat. “I’m gonna change…” he announced as he opened the bag and pawed through his stuff. “You should too. You’re not gonna like it if you end up fallin’ asleep in those clothes.” Generally, Sal either slept in boxers only or nothing at all, but neither were an option for now. Or at least he hadn’t prepared for those to be options. Thomas, he was sure, would appreciate his being somewhat dressed and covered up during the night. So, the blond pulled out a thin cotton wife-beater tank to wear during the night. He’d thought about going as far as wearing sweats, but he’d nixed the idea quick. He’d get too uncomfortable in them. A final glance over to the brunet stretched out and lounging comfortably on his bed, and Sal peeled his shirt up off his chest. It was the first time in a long while since he’d been shirtless in the other’s presence and thankfully, as odd as he felt personally at the moment, he didn’t feel self conscious about the amount of skin he was showing. He didn’t even squirm. He kicked off his shoes, shucking his jeans off his hips and legs. Socks got tossed haphazardly into his bag along with all the other articles of clothing he’d removed. Just in boxers, he scrubbed his hands over his face and into his hair, mussing the short blond strands all up and causing them to stand a little oddly on his head. The tank went on then, Sal sliding into the cotton that clung to his chest and ribs. |
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| passionflower | Apr 21 2010, 09:10 PM Post #260 |
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Thomas had gone quiet, as he too kept to sipping and swallowing down mouthfuls of the tangy wine. He'd finished off another glass, when Sal rose up to change clothes. He suggested the brunet do likewise. It might have been a good idea. Although he likes wearing dress slacks and shirts, Sal did have a point that they were hardly that comfortable to sleep in. He set his glass on the nightstand, and slowly scooted to the edge of the bed. His head was swimming. Though as he soon saw the shirt and jeans come off the blond, Thomas' attention was held. Though instead of gawking and looking away in an embarrassed fashion, he simply stared at him. Unashamed of his obvious admiring. Green eyes skimmed over Sal's strong back, shoulder blades, and arms, to his waist band of his boxers. On down his eyes continued, to take in the shape of his thighs and calves. He could hear his own heart beating up in his ears. He did feel a bit hot... Probably between his increased heart rate and of course the alcohol thrumming through his veins. Thomas rose up from the bed. But he didn't make his way to his suitcase. As Sal was in the midst of pulling on his tank, he would feel a pair of warm hands gently take him by the hips. Thomas was standing behind him, an inch or two keeping their bodies apart, but close enough the blond could feel the heat radiating off of the Brit. The brunet leaned up then, so his lips lingered near Sal's ear. "Ti desidero..." he purred in his ear. His warm lips lightly brushed the shell of Sal's ear as he spoke, and his breaths tickled against the blond hair as his nape. Surely that was just the drink talking... Had to be. Who knew what Sal did to deserve these trials, but someone up there was having fun testing him to death. |
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| onyx | Apr 21 2010, 09:37 PM Post #261 |
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Hands on his hips sent him into stone stillness. He tensed, the heat unexpected at his back. He hadn’t even realized Thomas had gotten up, distracted by the process of pulling his tank on. But the brunet was there now, behind him, elegant hands gripping his hips from behind and breathing against his ear. Against his nape. Sal’s pulse rocketed in his throat and chest, pounding, veins on fire. Ti desidero… Sal’s mouth went dry, parched despite all the wine he’d been drinking. He stared straight ahead at the wall, practically paralyzed where he stood. Jesus… what was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to know? What was right, what was wrong? He was pretty sure that… that had been the wine talking. He was pretty sure. Not that he knew anything about Thomas when he was intimate with someone or in the mood to be, but Sal just felt like it was off. Like Thomas, in his right mind, wouldn’t go off and say something like that. Wouldn’t brazenly approach him, touch him, and confess something like that. What sucked about it was that Sal desperately wanted it to be. He wished he didn’t know in his gut that Thomas had just had too much too drink and wasn’t thinking clearly. And even worse, it’d be so easy to just play along. Act like he was worse off than he was, drunk, and equally didn’t know any better. He wanted to play along, hands clenching at his sides as he warred with himself over it, chewing at his bottom lip and eyes rolling closed at the heat of a body behind him and breath on his neck. “Thomas…” his voice was all wrong, husked and nearly hoarse. It betrayed the arousal pooling in his stomach. Still, he turned slowly to the brunet and took his hands in his, pulling them away from his hips. He lifted the limbs to his face, pushing a kiss to each hand before swallowing hard and shaking his head, looking the man right in the eyes. “You don’t mean that. And I don’t want you hate me, or yourself… and you will. You really will in the mornin' if you don’t go lie down now and sleep off that wine, sweetheart.” He sighed, full of regret as he looked at the other man. Thomas would hate himself in the morning… Sal knew he would. And he’d hate him too, if he didn’t do this. As much as Sal would rather just pretend, pull the man in close and take what was being offered, he couldn’t. Releasing Thomas’ hands, Sal instead smoothing his hands up at either side of the man’s head. He cupped the sides of his face, thumbs brushing as he tilted Thomas’ head and pressed a kiss to his forehead before drawing him forward into an embrace. Resting his face against the top of the brown head, Sal sighed again squeeze the man in his arms. “Ti desidero troppo. Così tanto.” He murmured softly, swallowing hard. “But you don’t want me. Not really. You don’t mean it, sweetheart. But it's ok, I understand. And I promise you, if someday you ever did…” He didn’t finish, sighing quietly and nuzzling softly into the hair on Thomas’ head. |
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| passionflower | Apr 21 2010, 09:56 PM Post #262 |
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The brunet tipped up his head as Sal turned, and took his hands off his hips. He was quiet as he listened to what he had to say. His eyes were still hazed, as his eyes rested on the blond's lips, watching them form the sounds necessary for Sal to speak. He didn't mean it? ... He'd hate Sal... and hate himself in the morning? ... Thomas was silent as Sal gently cupped his face in his hands, kissed his forehead. His whole body prickled with sensation from such a small gesture. Then he was pulled him into a slow warm embrace. Thomas's cheek soon rested against Sal's chest, as he felt the faint weight of the blond's chin resting against his hair. They stood there, quietly, a moment or two. At least Thomas didn't seem to be too pushy when under the influence. He was pretty languid right then, as he seemed content to remain wrapped in those strong arms. His hands lifted, and rested gently on Sal's arm's that were nestled around him. "... Will you help me dress for bed?" he asked. He leaned back a bit, till his drunken green eyes lifted to meet those of blue. His hands skimmed over Sal's biceps and down to his forearms, hold warm and gentle. "Please?" he whispered. A bit more ... innocent maybe? If Sal could keep his hands to himself. But at least the brunet wasn't dragging him to the bed... Or maybe that would have been better. Who knew anymore. The morality of the situation versus the sheer primal desire was warring heavily... |
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| onyx | Apr 21 2010, 10:21 PM Post #263 |
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Sal sighed, looking down over the other man’s face. He huffed, breath unsettling Thomas’ bangs from his forehead. The hands on his arms were distracting, the soft tone of voice persuasive, enough so that he couldn’t deny the man this. “Gonna drive me clear insane…” Sal muttered as he eased his hands down from around the man and found his hands again. He could do this, right? Help the man get ready for bed… there was nothing wrong with that. He could do that. Just remove and replace some clothes, tuck the guy in and turn out the lights. Done. Nothing morally untoward about that. Nothing that could ruin whatever he currently had with the smart, beautiful Brit. “Sit down,” Sal brought Thomas back over to his bed and urged the brunet to sit down. The blond crouched in front of him, hands taking one calf and sliding down to tug loose the ties of shoes and ease them off feet. He pulled socks off too, stuffing them into the shoes and setting those aside. Tilting his head up to look at the man from the floor, Sal swallowed. Maybe not the best position to put himself in, kneeling down in front of the man… he’d only ever been in this position with someone else for one reason and it took some effort to convince his body this wasn’t one of those moments. “Did you pack pajamas?” He asked, forcing himself to look away and stand. He went to the brunet’s bag and pawed around a bit, finding his sleeping clothes with ease – everything was packed so neat and tidy in the bag, organized like only Thomas could be. He placed the pajamas on the edge of the bed as he turned back to the other man. Now, here came the hard part… Licking his lips, Sal pulled the sweater away from Thomas’ shoulders and dropped it at his bag. He hesitated before reached for the buttons on the man’s nice shirt, looking over the face turned up to him and the wine-hazed eyes watching him. He smoothed his fingers along the brunet’s jaw before he could stop himself, just touching, feeling the line to his chin and back, slowly. Fingers trailed down the long neck to the collar of the shirt, tracing the slight part were Thomas had left the top buttons loose from changing in Chinatown earlier. Sal touched the first fastened button, slipping it free and than pausing, letting his mind wrap around the situation. The next button opened and then the next and the next, fingers slowly following the path down the front of Thomas’ shirt until it hung open on his shoulders. Inhaling a little sharply, Sal stared. There was an undershirt blocking most of the view, but the soft cotton didn’t leave much to be imagined. Almost carefully, the blonds hands smoothed over the brunet’s shoulders beneath the material of his dress shirt, easing it away and then down each arm until it was off. That got set aside too. He’d told himself he’d behave, that he could do this without mucking it all up and holding true to his prior decisions… but he couldn’t stop himself. Sal passed a hand down Thomas’ chest, sliding his palm and fingers down the front of the soft undershirt. The heat seeping into his palm from the flesh under the shirt sent gooseflesh over his arms. Pulling at the hem of it, Sal pulled the shirt up over Thomas’ head and got his first look at the other man with his torso totally bare. He’d seen the flat stomach, toned and strong, and the erotic dip of navel that morning on his couch before Thomas’ nightmares had interrupted the moment. But this… this was different. So much better. Ten times more potent. Sal inhaled again, the sound almost a gasp, his eyes glued to the sight. God… he’d been an idiot to think he could do this and be unaffected. It was too late now though, Sal catching his bottom lip between his teeth and brow furrowing tight as he drank in the sight of the other man. All warm flesh and toned muscle, sleek. Broad shoulders and chest, trim pinch of his waist, dip of navel and promising dusting of dark hairs low on his stomach. Sal went hot all over his body, mouth dry again, eyes both sharp and losing focus. “Christ, you’re beautiful…” the blond breathed. He touched again, hand smoothing over one shoulder and down an arm, tentatively brushing his fingers over ribs and a strong pectoral. |
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| passionflower | Apr 21 2010, 11:06 PM Post #264 |
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Thomas was quiet as the blond muttered to himself, though a hint of a smile teased his lips. Maybe it was his drunken brain's diabolical plan to seduce the other man. Or maybe... he just saw it as something he needed help with due to the drink's impairment. Either way, it seemed he'd get what he wanted. He sat as he was instructed. He looked down to Sal, and watched the blond kneel in front of him. His warm hands soon cupped one of his calves, as he worked off his shoes. One foot, then the other. The socks followed, and the brunet wiggled his toes a little. Like the rest of him, the Brit took good care of his feet and it showed. "Mm... Of course I did," Thomas tipped his head to the side as he smiled down to Sal with a hazy but content expression. And of course his suitcase was neatly packed. Everything Thomas did was typically well organized and tidy. The sweater was eased from his shoulders. Thomas kept his gaze settled on Sal's face. He drank in the look on his features. It warmed him, to get this attention from the other man. From this blond who looked so much like Paul. Green eyes fluttered closed temporarily as curious fingers brushed along his jaw, chin and even down his neck. He could catch the warm pulse beneath his skin. Thomas was breathing warmly, causing his chest to rise and fall visibly. Each button was soon pulled open, leaving his shirt hanging open with his undershirt still hiding his chest from view. But that would change shortly. Thomas' body arched softly as those hands smoothed over his shoulders to remove the fabric of his dress shirt from his arms. He let out a slow breath, as green eyes opened again to gaze up so lucidly at the other man. His chest pushed forward, into the open palm as it smoothed over the front of his under shirt. He was very warm, and solid beneath the fabric. A flash of his fabric blocking his view, then he could see again, as the undershirt was dropped away. And then it was quiet. He could feel the caress of admiring blue eyes as they worked over his bare upper torso---his body a testament to the healthy life he lived. The airy compliment fell upon his ears, and it caused the brunet's face to warm, pink and flustered. Despite, he smiled and watched as the other man's hand smoothed over his shoulder, down his arm and grazed his pectoral and ribs with curious touches. A little shiver passed over his flesh, from the light caresses. The rosy buds on his chest pebbled in response. Thomas' jaw fell slack, as he let out shaky breath between his lips. His green eyes lifted, to lock with Sal's. They further betrayed the swirling storms of arousal within his eyes. Slowly, the Brit's familiar, long-fingered hands lifted, and wrapped back around Sal's forearms, then smoothed on up over the blond's elbow and upper arm. They finally rested on his shoulders, feeling the strong muscle and flesh beneath his palms. Curious fingertips trickled up Sal's neck, till he cupped Sal's face in his own hands. His gaze, despite being clouded, never faltered. "Voglio baciarti..." |
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| onyx | Apr 21 2010, 11:35 PM Post #265 |
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Sal’s breath stuttered out through his nose as his touch pulled a shudder out of Thomas. The shaky exhale and loose hang of the man’s jaw sent heat pulsing through his chest and stomach. Pebbled nipples tempted him, lips tingling to taste, but despite how distracting they might be, Sal couldn’t break his focus away from Thomas’ eyes. Green, storming pools looking up at him with everything he could have hoped to see in someone’s eyes. Wine induced or not, it was clear that Thomas’ body was certainly wanting. Hands sliding up his arms caused his eyes to roll closed, brow furrowing as his skin tingled beneath the moving touch. His own hands had stilled, head bowing slightly as warm fingers and palms traveled up his neck and cupped his face. Another gust of breath escaped him, tension draining from his shoulders and back at the contact. Who’d have ever thought such a simple touch could give him so much? Blue eyes slanted open again when Thomas spoke, Sal looking at him quietly. His hands started moving again, one curling around a shoulder and holding it while the other skimmed back up from his chest to graze across his collar and up one side of his neck. He thumbed softly along the brunet’s jaw and chin, swiping the pad across the edge of the man’s bottom lip. “Non si dovrebbe,” he slowly shook his head even as he dropped his forehead to Thomas’. Standing in front of the seated man and bent to rest their heads together, Sal closed his eyes again and just kept thumbing along the line of his jaw. His own jaw worked wordlessly, chewing options and wants and questions of rights and wrongs and woulds, soulds, coulds. But honestly, what could he do? He was only a man and he’d never even pretended to be perfect… he rubbed his forehead against Thomas’, his nose brushing against the brunet’s. Exhaling with a slight hitch, almost heavily, he opened his eyes again and looked right down into Thomas’. His hand slipped back and carded his fingers through the hair at the brunet’s temple, combing it back and cradling the man’s skull. “Per favore, non mi odiano…” Terrified of consequences to come, but unable to stop himself, Sal angled his jaw forward and grazed his mouth over Thomas’. Like that night on the couch, soft, cautious, hesitant… fear clenched his stomach right along with desire, nerves tingling with the prospect of actually getting the full taste he’d wanted so bad that night. A soft sound left him, brows furrowing over as tightly as his eyes clenched shut, and he pressed in again. The brush was firmer this time, a proper meeting of warm mouths, surface deep and soft. |
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| passionflower | Apr 22 2010, 12:02 AM Post #266 |
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Thomas felt the other man lean in. The brush of their foreheads and the gentle caressing of his thumb along his jaw sent little shivers through the brunet's body. Their noses brushed in a rather tender gesture, which left the brunet with a hitched breath or two, barely able to make it in and out of his lungs. Green eyes lifted back up to meet Sal's. Don't hate him? ... Why would he hate him... That didn't make sense to the brunet right then, but he said nothing. Caring fingers stroked back through his hair. And then it came. A soft caress of the blond's mouth to his own. Gentle, curious and cautious all at once. Thomas held his breath, as his chin tipped up to meet the soft touch. Thomas' eyes fluttered closed, as their lips parted momentarily. A gasp escaped the Brit as another kiss followed. More firm and filling, as their warm lips melded together. A little moan bubbled up from Thomas' chest. His head tipped a little, as his lips smoothed and stroked over the blond's. Warm, full and alive. Quite different from when he'd kissed the Englishman in his sleep. The brunet's arms lifted, to wrap about Sal's shoulders and neck. His grip was tight, fingers biting into the blond's shoulders and back. And his other hand smoothed up the back of his neck as fingers tightened in Sal's blond hair. He tugged on the blond's body, and yanked him down, a bit forceful in his movement, as he fell back on the mattress with the blond atop him. Legs, still covered in his slacks, fell open invitingly, making quite the cradle for Sal's body to rest against him. Thomas let out another soft sound or two as their lips remained connected. A slow sensual dance of needy lips. He dared to part his lips, and suckle the plush lower lip of the blond into his mouth. He grazed his teeth over it before crushing his mouth back to Sal's. He was panting against the blond's lips, as his body arched up, wanting to be in contact with the other man atop him. His hands slid up and down, feeling along Sal's shoulder blades, his ribs and along his lower back, before skimming back up to his neck and the back of his head, to repeat the intimate caressing. So loving, so tender and needy all at once. |
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| onyx | Apr 22 2010, 12:31 AM Post #267 |
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Sal felt his chest surge as Thomas returned the kiss – nothing like the stolen brushes on his couch. Full, warm and instantly addictive, Sal felt himself craving more without even parting their mouths. He wanted more, before this one kiss was even done. And the sounds, the little moan he felt as much as heard, sent a tremor through his lower back. He almost wasn’t even surprised when Thomas suddenly grabbed at him, hand pulling at short blond hair and toppling them over on to the bed together. Almost. His hand on the brunet’s slid off as he fell over, catching himself on it and preventing himself from right out crushing the man to the mattress. He groaned, a rumble in his chest and into his throat, as his lower body was supported by the spread of Thomas’ legs, the brunet’s groin cradling his hips. Huffing hot through his nose, he gave a little pant as Thomas nipped and suckled his lip. It made his blood boil in the best way and as soon as their mouths crushed back together, Sal hooked the fingers of his free hand around the brunet’s chin and adjusted the angle, tongue sweeping at the seam of the man’s mouth. So much for trying to take the high road… He’d wanted to be responsible for Thomas, but it just hadn’t worked. He only hoped the brunet didn’t blame him too much. After all, he wasn’t the best example of restraint and Thomas had pressed and pressed. Breaking should be expected of him. Persuading Thomas’ lips into parting for him, Sal got his first full taste. And it was as wonderful as he’d imagined it would be, another husky groan escaping him as he swept up against the roof of Thomas’ mouth. Engaging the tongue inside, Sal kept exploration surprisingly slow – deep and thorough, the blond attempting to learn the mouth under his as the rest of his body began to relax, knees taking his weight between Thomas’ legs and hands stroking over the man’s lean chest. His fingers trailed down the strong stomach, tracing planes of tone into the dip of navel. Sal allowed himself a moment to tease along the line created by Thomas’ slacks before raising to learn the torso under his hands just like his tongue was mapping out the man’s mouth. He was in a bit of a haze, one that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with having a man he’d known about two weeks and had ridiculously pinned for the entire time, beneath his hands. His hands fit like they hadn’t on Andy, and the taste of the mouth against his was just right… it sounded silly and cliché, and more like something Paul would have told him, something he would have rolled his eyes over if he wasn’t feeling it now, but… it felt right. Perfect. |
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| passionflower | Apr 22 2010, 03:15 AM Post #268 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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The Brit seemed quite comfortable beneath the blond, weight or not. He shivered as their mouths pressed and suckled in such an excited manner. The fingers at his chin, causing his lips to better angle over Sal's mouth, pulled another moan from the brunet beneath him. And soon a teasing, wet tongue was tracing along the opening of his mouth. Thomas gladly obliged as the squirming appendage soon dipped past his lips. Full pink petals clamped down on the invading tongue, to suckle tenderly upon the slick muscle. His own tongue bullied and caressed against Sal's that was within his mouth. Thomas tasted of wine at the moment, tangy and strong. But clean otherwise. No taste of cigarettes, as Andy had. Thomas seemed quite happy to languidly let Sal drink from his lips. Dark brows were furrowed in a look of bliss as he forced heated breaths through his nose, so as to let their lips remain connected. One of his hands raked long digits back through Sal's hair. A tender gesture, as he pet along the back of Sal's skull. It was a bit peculiar... for Thomas, that he'd be so sensual with someone he'd barely known two weeks. It wasn't like him at all. Hell, even him and Paul... it took them a year of dating before they had their first time... (Not that Sal would know.) So why was he acting so differently with Sal? The wine? Emotionally needy after the loss of Paul? Did he see Sal as a Paul substitute? ... Or did he really just feel strongly for the blond above him? Whatever the reason, it was working fine for him at the moment. Thomas' body arched into the caressing of warm hands over his bare upper torso. His stomach tightened as fingertips teased along his navel and on down to the barrier of his slacks. His own hands were smoothing up and down along Sal's back, when his finger's grasped the fabric of the tank that Sal had yanked on, and tugged it right off. Light brushes of his fingertips trickled down the front of Sal's naked upper body. Thomas stroked over his collar, the faint swell of his pectorals, slowly circled the pink buds he found then, and slid on down to feel along his toned abdomen. A shudder of arousal shot through him, as he finally got to feel the blond's chest. Thomas finally let out a little gasp as their lips parted. He drew in a slow breath, and let it out. His breathing was shaky, uneven. His green eyes had opened part way to gaze up at Sal. His eyes were soft, unfocused, as one of his hands lifted, and gently brushed Sal's cheek. Thomas remained quiet, as he gazed up at the other man for a beat or two... till he craned his neck, and brushed his mouth back to Sal's. Once, twice... three times. Little soft nipping kisses. The fourth dissolved into another long kiss, as the Brit cupped the back of Sal's head and tugged him into the crushing caress of their mouth's. If this was anything how Thomas had been with Paul... then Paul had sure had it good... |
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| onyx | Apr 22 2010, 10:04 AM Post #269 |
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dream a little bigger, darling <3
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Sal practically purred as his tank was done away with and warm hands found purchase on his skin. The total exploration of his torso sent tremors done his spine. Long fingers and smooth palms, agile fingers plucking deep murmurs of pleasure from him as they touched and stroked. Taking the try to truly feel the other body with you, to try and map it out, learn it, was rather new for Sal. Sure, he’d touched his bedmates in the past… but not like this, hands unhurried even though his palms were on fire. And likewise, he wasn’t used to being touched like Thomas touched him, in the same exploring manner, curious and light. He was used to being grabbed and pawed at, urged. In comparison, he might just like this better. A brush against his cheek opened his eyes for the other man, blue looking down at soft green. An equal tenderness mirrored back down to the Brit, one of Sal’s hands up at the man’s temple, just slowly brushing his thumb against the spot right above an ear. Pecked little kisses curled his mouth in a smile, the blond falling happily with the tug from his neck. He angled his jaw, tilting his head as he stroked Thomas’ mouth with his own. His tongue teased back inside, just kissing, tasting, now more than exploring. He drank in the sweet flavor Thomas’ mouth had to offer, vaguely hoping is own tasted anything other than cigarettes – but Thomas wasn’t stopping, so he figured it either tasted of wine and dinner, of else the brunet didn’t mind. Breathing hot through his nose, Sal shifted over top the brunet. He moved over to lie on his side on the mattress, keeping their mouths together as he moved and tugging Thomas over on his side to face him. He placed a hand on the other man’s hip, fingers rubbing and stroking back and forth over the meeting of skin and fabric. Letting the hand slide down to the front between their bodies, he toyed and lightly tugged as the belt the man wore. “Shouldn’t sleep in these…” he muttered against Thomas’ mouth, not even pulling away from them to speak. He pulled the belt open and loose, leaving it in the loops of Thomas’ slacks as he next plucked at the button fasting his trousers closed, the zipper was eased down and Sal slid a hand in past the waist of the man’s open pants to settle his palm against a hip. He pressed into another kiss as his fingers stroked there, feeling the cotton of undergarments and the heat of skin. His stomach tightened, his desire and pooling arousal starting to show in his lower anatomy, hardening. At the same time his breathing changed again, shallower and slow in is chest. He kept his eyes open and looking at the brunet this time, kissing him and easing slacks from his legs inch by inch, hand mapping out hips and thighs and knees until the pants were off and he pushed them over the edge of the bed to be forgotten for the time being. He was lying in bed, kissing and touching a man he’d fantasized about, but never thought he’d really have a chance with, and they were both down to their underwear. It was crazy, but it was beautiful and Sal couldn’t stop touching the man’s skin, feeling muscle and bone, tendon and tone, the tickle of hair here and there under his fingers and palms, everything so warm and smooth. He couldn’t stop touching him anymore than he could stop kissing him, his mouth sliding from lips to taste a chin and the underside of it, lips brushing down a throat where he lapped his tongue and kissed at the soft hollow at the base. |
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| passionflower | Apr 22 2010, 01:38 PM Post #270 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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Thomas took every kiss he was given. And his receiving mouth opened to accept the warm tongue back into the cradle of his lips. More teasing suckles from his lips about the other man's tongue ensued. His arms wrapped more snuggly about Sal's neck. His body gladly moved and shifted as Sal urged him to move to his side. The warm hand on his hip, toying along his waist band, sent little shivers along the Brit's flesh. The clinking of his belt echoed in the quiet hotel room. The buckle undone. Thomas felt his body thrum with sensation, excitement, as the belt was tugged open by the blond. The button and zipper soon followed. He let out a gasp against Sal's lips as that warm exploring hand slid up between the fabric and his flesh. The brunet took in a shaky breath and let it out, as their lips parted for a moment. His nose brushed to the other man's, as he nuzzled softly against his face, before their lips were pressed together once more. Thomas shifted, and lifted his hips a bit, as the fabric of his slacks was eased down his body, till he helped kick it off to have it land somewhere on the floor. And now there was nothing on the brunet, except his socks and his pair of white briefs that held to his trim hips. The Englishman's eyes were half open, as he gazed at Sal. He absorbed the little kisses placed over his face and down along his throat to the base of his neck. His head tipped back, offering up more of his neck if the blond wanted it. His own arousal was quite evident, in the excited bulge at the front of his briefs. His fingers, slow and warm, trailed along Sal's side, counting over his ribs beneath the soft flesh. His fingertips teased along the rim of his boxers, till his hand took a hold of Sal's hips and he pulled them forward, to press against his own. One of the Brit's legs lifted, and hooked itself about one of Sal's, as he went about tangling them up, pulling them closer... and soon settling Sal's thigh between his legs, to let the blond feel the hot, hardening member that laid beneath the thin cloth of his underwear. Thomas scooted closer still, as if drawn to the other man like a moth to the flame. Chest to chest, groin to groin. His fingertips trailed up and down along his side, on down over his thigh... Although arousal was pulsing through him (a long with plenty of tingle inducing wine), the Brit was languid in his movements. Slow petting, leisurely kisses and gentle affectionate touches. This wasn't something he rushed. It was an act meant to be enjoyed and savored... |
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