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Post by Valmont on Dec 4, 2008 19:23:35 GMT -5
The hum was actually very nice. Inhuman, certainly, but it was pretty, and calming. Valmont raised an eyebrow at Mortimer's reaction to the touch--such things could either be requests to desist or pursue, but being Valmont, he nearly always chose the latter. His fingers hovered over the scars again, and Valmont watched Mortimer's face as he brushed them lightly, ready to desist if it became necessary.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 4, 2008 19:30:29 GMT -5
The little man let loose a slight gasp, the muscles twitching under Valmont's fingers. It felt good, but he wasn't sure whether he actually liked it. He'd let it go on for now because it was a sort of affection he did not often, or ever, receive. He nuzzled closer, pressiing his heated face to the man's neck.
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Post by Valmont on Dec 4, 2008 19:56:09 GMT -5
If he'd been less of a connoisseur, Valmont might have missed the hesitation in Mortimer's pleasure, the confusion. And considering how he'd reacted to the kiss, earlier, Valmont wondered if this was a situation that called for more finesse than the typical, "get her on her back and her curiosity will do the rest" routine. Men's tempers were more volatile. He pushed one hand through Mortimer's hair, cradling his head, and rested his other hand on his side, touching but not escalating, letting Mortimer's reactions speak to him.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 5, 2008 11:24:52 GMT -5
The gentle treatment relaxed him and his little frame molded better to Valmont's, his hands left their curled position against his own chest and slid around the man's ribcage.
Sweet breath skated over Valmont's neck and Mortimer's low purring resumed.
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Post by Valmont on Dec 5, 2008 14:16:03 GMT -5
If Valmont were capable of purring, he probably would have been as well. This was more like it; while the goal was important, the journey did not disinterest Valmont at all. And he was not against taking his time with these things; it made the victory all the sweeter. He sighed, shifting only slightly as if to express his approval of the situation. He hoped Mortimer was responsive to such signals.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 5, 2008 20:40:28 GMT -5
When he started to become too relaxed--letting a great yawn escape his maw--he sat up a bit and tilted his head, reaching out to push his malformed fingers through Valmont's hair with a smile.
"Know is fashionable, but Monsieur's real hair is much much nicer than a wig." His purring increased at the texture of it and his aqua eyes slitted, darkened a moment to black.
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Post by Valmont on Dec 7, 2008 11:42:58 GMT -5
Valmont smiled. "Then I shall never wear a wig in your presence, Mortimer," he said. But his attention was grabbed by the change in the little man's eyes. Must be a trick of the light. But he leaned into Mortimer's touch, encouraging it as the man seemed to be pleased enough.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 7, 2008 13:22:37 GMT -5
The little body pressed closer as Mortimer continued to entertain himself with Valmont's hair, sitting up as he was in the man's lap his lean chest was nearly against the man's cheek. If the old lech cared to have a look, he would see that the mannequinesque groin of the little creature had pinked up. Mortimer also seemed to be loosing control of his pigmentation over all as the blue-gray "freckles" that covered most of his body were blooming a bit, leaving him with odd, but smooth transitions from flesh tone to blues and silvers.
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Post by Valmont on Dec 7, 2008 19:49:14 GMT -5
Valmont (old or not, lech was more or less accurate) did care to look, and saw the changes as good signs--unless they portended another shark incident. He could not know, of course, and chose to see this as a loss of control due to the physiological effects of pleasure. Which pleased him, in turn. "Pretty Mortimer," he breathed, leaning in to lightly press his lips to the man's smooth chest, his hands gently but firmly cupping Mortimer's waist.
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Post by Armand on Dec 7, 2008 19:54:40 GMT -5
(( Euuuggghhh I feel so dirty reading this. ))
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 0:01:32 GMT -5
((Everyone thinks that. I must be playing Izame wrong.))
"Pretty." he seemed to agree, or was simply restating the compliment to reassure himself that someone other than Erik thought so. He had been kissed before, of course, by Henry. But this kiss was less reverent and more...something else. Mortimer would have to ask Erik about it all later--and thought perhaps he should wait on moving further toward what he sensed was the sort of physical relationship he had lacked with Henry until he did have the information he wondered about.
The little man sat back a bit and gave a whine, nuzzling at Valmont's neck before letting him go.
"Have to go home now...but, hm, can see tomorrow, next day?"
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Post by Valmont on Dec 8, 2008 11:33:36 GMT -5
The little man's gestures were affectionate, so Valmont did not think he was being rejected. Rather... It made sense that Mortimer was overloaded, if he was truly the first to try this. Valmont calculated quickly and decided not to push things; some seductions took time, and were worth it. He'd planted the seeds; Mortimer would be back, he had no doubt.
"Of course," he said smoothly, wondering if there were any maids about he'd yet to grow tired of. "Whenever you like, Mortimer. You go home to Erik and rest well."
He ran a hand through Mortimer's hair gently and straightened from his reclining position.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 8, 2008 12:28:34 GMT -5
Mortimer slid off the man's lap and hopped around to gather his clothes, pulling them on haphazardly and then taking the time to straighten them out properly and then sitting beside Valmont again to pull his boots on.
"Thank you, though. Very nice time. Monsieur can take me back to shops? Still need to buy treats."
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Post by Valmont on Dec 8, 2008 12:44:09 GMT -5
"You're welcome," Valmont said politely. "I had a nice time, too. And we can go to shops; and perhaps visit more, after." He had no clothes to put on, sadly, but he did have some personal rearranging to do once Mortimer left.
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Post by Mortimer on Dec 10, 2008 17:04:49 GMT -5
***NEXT DAY***
Mortimer was again pleased with the size and brightness of the house, but he at least had enough mind to recall the layout, and he padded through right into the room they'd been the previous day, taking a seat on the divan witht his hands folded patiently in his lap.
"Erik is going to teach Mortimer to read. Music and words." he beamed.
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