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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 8, 2015 5:25:34 GMT
Messy was an understatement. He felt drowned, suffocated as they kissed there in the car. He was taken aback, but he didn't push the younger male away. Lance just sat there and let it happen, returning the kiss the best he could as he attempted to catch up.
When Lukas hit the horn, it shook Lance out of his drunken state, eyes wide as he stared up at the punk again. "God dammit," he murmured. He wanted to push the boy off and run again. Hide again, but he decided not to. He could've, very easily, but he wanted to attempt to be brave. The only reason why he felt so shaken again was the fact that they'd had an intimate moment, like on stage, and suddenly he was being kissed again. It stirred up his emotions.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 8, 2015 10:12:48 GMT
Far too amused, he knocked his butt back to give the horn another little honk. He chuckled stupidly, slowly turning to continue pressing his lips to the other's mouth. "Goddamn what?" He muttered, nipping Lance's tender skin, soft and warm.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 8, 2015 14:07:42 GMT
He reached down and rolled the seat backwards as far as it could go to keep the boy from pushing on the horn anymore. It was jarring and it broke the mood for Lance. Already he wasn't feeling it anymore, irritated and it probably showed, but he was willing to try again.
"Stop honking the fucking horn with your ass," he growled against the punk's mouth, giving his lip a rougher bite than was necessary.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 10, 2015 0:30:25 GMT
He grunted as the chair slid back, hitting the end of the track. It gave him a pretty good jab, though it hadn't really been enough to knock him down, Lukas fell into Lance anyway. He grinned, giving Lance a silly, mischievous little smile. "Jealous~?" He'd teased, nipping at his lips before the irritated man bit back. The boy gasped, sighing shakily. "That wasn't nice," he tutted with a smirk, biting the guy back. And not just his lips, but his chin... his neck, pulling at the collar of his shirt to lick and nibble his clavicle.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 10, 2015 2:46:53 GMT
Lance smirked when the punk fell forward against him, taking the upper hand for a brief moment to show that he hadn't forgotten that he could.
However, when Lukas began to bite him back, Lance hissed at each nip at his skin, arching slightly and shivering. "You don't like nice, anyway," he murmured softly in reply, narrowing his eyes just a bit.
The air was cold outside, but inside the car it became much warmer. He'd almost forgotten he was cold. Now all that felt chilled were the tips of his fingers and his toes.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 10, 2015 3:02:38 GMT
"You're right." The crisp air had become stale, or rather it was thick with a peculiar scent. "I don't," he responded, half-lidded hue glaring up at the trembling man. It wasn't cold in his car anymore, so it had to be that Lukas did something good. He hummed, letting his tongue graze back to his lips. Though, he didn't kiss him. Or bit him, just a timid tongue brushing over while his expression was plain and slightly cruel. Altogether, Lukas looked upset. Why? No reason, just that he was contemplating what he'd do then.
Aside from their breaths, the soft rustling of clothing when either moved, another sound--clinking-of the boy's belt being unhooked. With a couple of tugs, he drew it from the belt-loops and wound it tightly around the man's wrists. "Don't move," he suggested as he secured the black leather above Lance's head. "This is something I do like," he'd add with a devious smirk, his fingers grazing lightly along the latter's jaw.
"Don't touch me." Lukas leaned close to his ear, letting his hot breath visibly curl around the contours of the cartilage. "I wanna make you suffer..."
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 10, 2015 3:33:52 GMT
When he felt that tongue, he parted his lips and let his own dart out to lick, attempting to catch a taste. If he failed, no matter.
His eyebrow perked when he heard the clicking of Lukas' leather belt being tussled with, glancing down to watch, though he went still when Lukas spoke. The guy wanted to bind his wrists? Then, they were secured above his head. His eyebrow quirked again.
"How can I touch you with my hands bound?" This was an interesting turn of events. "What cruel thing have I done to cause you to make me suffer for it?"
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 11, 2015 4:54:52 GMT
The brunette sat in his lap and rolled his eyes, "Exactly." He smirked, picking up the guy's shirt and kissing along the trail below his belly-button. "I was kidding," he explained, following the line of his hips. Lance had such a great, strong body. The smaller male nuzzled his skin, softly inhaling his scent. Ah, but the smell of the ocean mixed, almost overpowered the light musk. He licked, nibbled his ribs and continued to push his shirt up.
"Can I stay longer?" He asked suddenly, in the midst of his affection-giving.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Apr 11, 2015 5:01:18 GMT
He presumed the boy meant staying at his apartment. Of course, Lance didn't mind and he let out a soft sigh as he nodded his head. "Yeah, sure," he replied, his eyes closed as he was kissed and loved on. It felt so nice and he let out a soft noise. "How long are you wanting to stay?" It was a reasonable question.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Apr 11, 2015 5:46:32 GMT
Lukas made a sad, thoughtful expression. He averted his steely eyes when Lance agreed, unsure if it could really be so simple. At the moment, though, he just wanted to stick around as long as allowed. The boy had gone back to grazing along Lance's stomach, peering up again when asked that question. He hissed, getting up to bite at the guy's neck. Sucking, nibbling the bruises, pressing his tongue hard against the irritated skin. He sighed. "However long you'll let me," he muttered, licking his lips while he massaged the man's chest.
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