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Post by László on Mar 31, 2009 17:35:52 GMT -5
The scars were actually not an issue with him, at least as far as their appearance went. The reason behind their existence was, not that he dwelled on any of it. It was just...another aspect of the life he lived. He immediately closed the distance between him and Valmont, his expression a languid one.
"Ah, but monsieur," he said, his customarily soft voice taking on a darker tone that sounded like desire. "What you want is of much more importance."
His hands were back on Valmont, the touch having a different character than previously. Instead of simply exploratory, it was a heated caress.
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Post by Ghislain on Mar 31, 2009 20:08:46 GMT -5
Ghislain could not resist speaking. Language was, above sex and cigarettes and items of leather that occasionally kept him on the streets for most of a week as he was forced to make up for how much he'd spent of his violinist's salary, his greatest indulgence, and surely László did not think he was credible.
"Perhaps it is," said Ghislain, and he stepped into and past Valmont, momentarily abandoning him as he rather effortlessly slipped behind László, hooking his arms beneath the other renter's as though going to hold him hard for someone else to hit him during a fistfight, and tugging him back so that his back was flush against Ghislain, who pressed into him with a decidedly sardonic smile and a slow lowering and lifting again of the eyelashes that was almost angelic for the languor pleasure afforded him. He kissed the long line of a scar on László's shoulder and then kissed the soft skin on his throat, and then whispered against it, "But I'm sure it isn't to you."
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Post by Valmont on Mar 31, 2009 20:56:06 GMT -5
Valmont had no illusions that László actually wanted to be here, wanted anything but his pay, and wouldn't do whatever was necessary to make it as painless for himself as possible. But that wasn't particularly fun for Valmont--and wasn't what he was paying for. It was clear, too, from Ghislain's actions that he was thinking something along the same lines. And perhaps that had been the other man's real intent from the beginning. Valmont could almost piece the interaction together from the physical clues and verbal cues. Renters had to put on the show, had to do the dance. Valmont wondered if anyone paying for their services could buy that illusion.
Sometimes, that didn't matter at all. It was all about intent, motivation, context. And while László could act up a storm--it would do well enough had he started out that way, or in a bawdy theatrical--it was Ghislain who convinced. Perhaps because with Ghislain nature and artifice were so closely entwined.
This discrepancy did not reduce Valmont's pleasure, however. And, like the master reviewing the troops, he walked the path Ghislain had trod down for him and sauntered over to László.
"Of course it is," Valmont agreed, answering László first. "But what I want is rarely the obvious thing." His lips pressed into a smile meant mostly for himself. "Or rather, it is, but not necessarily in the obvious manner." That could, of course, be read in multiple ways; Valmont mostly meant that what was going on, here, was as important as the physical. But if László wanted to interpret that to mean Valmont had some absurd fetishes the boy was about to be initiated into, that was permissible. For the moment.
He traced a hand down László's cheek again, down his neck (past Ghislain's questing mouth) and along one of the scars. "I know you so little," he said as if this were a real regret, tilting his head slightly and looking earnest enough in his aloof, patronizing way. "What is it you want, dear boy?"
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Post by László on Mar 31, 2009 21:16:12 GMT -5
László would so have loved to've responded to Ghislain's whisper the way he wanted to, but considering where they were and what they were about right now, that wasn't feasible. He'd get him later.
But with this, these two...he had the feeling he was caught between two predators, and couldn't figure out which was the most dangerous of them. He got off that train of thought as Valmont closed in and touched his face, responding to his what he'd said.
What Valmont wanted, certainly, was a good question, but László was starting to be resigned to the fact that getting the answer wouldn't be easy. Valmont's question, however, threw him off a bit--the falter momentarily showed in his eyes, but it was quickly banished.
He wasn't sure how to respond to that--being coy or demure wouldn't fool anyone, considering how he'd behaved so far, but there was no way in hell he'd tell the truth, either.
László licked his lips slowly as he thought about how to answer.
"I don't know how to articulate it," he said--sounding like someone that is feeling a lot of emotion, but frustrated at not having the proper way to describe it. It certainly didn't show that he had, in fact, been a bit caught out.
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 1, 2009 6:59:08 GMT -5
Ghislain himself was doing what might generally be considered an act, and having a glorious time of it, too, letting his hands slide over László's shoulders and down his chest, to wrap his arms around his waist and lean into him with a sweet little smile that under other circumstances would have seemed quite gentle - like one lover teasing another, simply playful, rather than bordering on predatory. His hand slid between László's legs quite deliberately enough, and he continued to kiss his neck, below the ear. He might have been a rather rough young man, but in places he was quite soft, and so easily kissed. It was almost ludicrous, almost comical, the sweetheart-style posture the two of them had at the moment, and Ghislain loved it for that sharp contrast, the way it heightened the discomforting elements -
And because, of course, it kept László facing Valmont, unable to turn coyly away from him, to recollect himself.
"Articulate words are not necessary," said Ghislain very softly, although audibly, of course, and very pleasantly, against László's ear.
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Post by kitteh on Apr 1, 2009 8:29:43 GMT -5
(( ...oh, poor László. I can't decide whether to feel sorry for him or whether to be jealous. ))
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Post by Valmont on Apr 1, 2009 11:57:36 GMT -5
((You can't do both?))
László was caught between predators, but like any prey he had no way of knowing whether the intent was destruction or merely play. Of course, the two held no distinction for a true predator, which was why it was so difficult to determine.
The main point was that the show was lovely, the contrast arousing, and László's discomfort as much a part of it as the obvious beauty of both men and Ghislain's own more polished performance. Valmont thought he could watch them for some time, and regretted the truth already apparent to him that he would be absented from the real struggle when he was out of the picture.
"Your friend is perfectly correct," he informed László. "Actions do, often, speak louder than words, as the saying goes." He drew in closer, his warm breath on László's neck opposite Ghislain as nimble fingers teased the waistband of his trousers.
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Post by László on Apr 1, 2009 13:16:03 GMT -5
It was now, with a sinking feeling, that he realized he couldn't do what he usually did with customers, which was switch his mind off and go on autopilot. He could not have to be completely there in a room, but this situation made it impossible. He couldn't. Both of them would know it, and he didn't want to find out what the ensuing reaction would be. It was bad enough he was being ganged up on in an unfair game.
He did move in the appropriate response to Ghislain, leaning into him a bit, though when Valmont drew near László became slightly closer to him. Not that one man was preferable to another, it was simply an attempt at keeping up appearances.
"True."
Hands back on Valmont, enthusiastically so, not a mirror of the other rentboy's action, but almost at attempt at being as different as he could with it, certainly a bit rougher than the other but in a pleasant manner. Eventually, his hands worked their way down to Valmont's trousers.
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Post by Lavinia on Apr 1, 2009 16:36:35 GMT -5
Ghislain let the back of his hand slide against the curved inside of Valmont's, their only contact for the time being, and not a tender one. Ghislain was not a tender person, although he was more than capable of doing things in a tender fashion (and particularly on tender skin, had he exerted himself in some particular); he was a highly intellectual one, and his intellect was being as pleasurably attended as... other integral parts of his self. Some of them more anatomical and less abstract than others.
László amused him, of course, but he was beginning to be amused in a manner that made him almost fond, and smiled up at him almost craftily and almost admiringly, in the way that a colonist admires a handsome, painted savage.
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Post by Valmont on Apr 1, 2009 16:56:38 GMT -5
Valmont did not expect tenderness from Ghislain, any more than he expected László's response to be more creative than to go for his trouser buttons. But he didn't really object, in either case, and his eyes narrowed slightly in a cattish, knowing smile.
"Is that what you want?" his whisper hissed in László's ear, rough and smooth like finely-worked brocade. The whisper promised he could have it, but suggested, too, that he'd best truly want what he asked for.
Or at least make a good show of it. Ghislain seemed to be watching the boy almost possessively, and Valmont wondered if he saw him as his own pet. Ghislain's chosen dog did do tricks, but Valmont wondered if he did them for food or whether Ghislain thought he could be so subservient as to do them for his masters' pleasure.
This line of thought, degrading as it might have been, was not intended to single László out particularly. Valmont had very little sense of other people as, well, other people.
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Post by László on Apr 1, 2009 20:02:13 GMT -5
It was actually getting easier to act. Now that he couldn't meet Ghislain's eyes and see what he was really thinking, he wouldn't have to come up with some parry or retort, be it spoken or a glare flashed over a shoulder. But he would not, indeed, have liked Valmont's train of thought--László did not belong to anyone. Used object he may be, but it a used object that had no ownership.
"There's more than one way to get that." He whispered back, lightly taking Valmont's earlobe between his teeth.
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 2, 2009 13:27:25 GMT -5
Ghislain might have been less threatening to László from behind, from László's point of view, but he hardly thought that was a thought that needed to be held for very much longer. No, it really wouldn't do, László feeling that way. Although a comfortable László was certainly more of a wit, more suggestive. Ghislain imagined he preferred action to talk, which was rather dismal, really. There were plenty of customers like that, who just wanted to get the thing over and done with, and Ghislain did not like being just another rentboy. He liked to be distinguished, to be remembered... and he thought there was enough about him for that to be possible.
Although being unnoticeable was good at times. He did not suppose László would be paying altogether that much attention to his nimble hands as they surreptitiously loosened his trousers, as he'd more or less be expecting that, and did hope that hotly slipping his hand down to explore the expanse of his bare skin would catch him off guard, particularly because it only stayed there a moment, meant to tease before he slid his hands up to the top of his hips as though about to gently ease his trousers down, although he did not do that, either. Valmont hadn't given the order, after all, had he?
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Post by Valmont on Apr 6, 2009 10:43:24 GMT -5
Valmont had not given the order, but he was appreciative of a certain initiative in these matters, and approved mightily of the movement he felt vaguely before him, Ghislain's efforts to interest László and unnerve him at the same time. László was bolder now, certainly, as his teeth indicated, but Valmont wondered how much of that was an effort to have the money in his hand, the thing over with.
That sort of thing was not what Valmont was likely to enjoy paying for. That's what maids and such were for, if they were for anything at all beyond invisibly seeing to his more mundane needs.
At some point, some point soon, Valmont would want some of the focus back on himself. But not until he'd won a little more territory, staked a temporary claim on László's attentions. His mouth fell to the crook of László's neck, his lips finding purchase and taking advantage of it with teasing accuracy while one arm snaked around behind László to pull Ghislain harder up against the man between them. His other hand descended, pressing gently against the region Ghislain had so late granted access to.
Valmont was damned if he was interested in whatever sort of ordinary encounter László made his living by. And that went for László's perspective, as well.
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Post by László on Apr 6, 2009 18:31:00 GMT -5
Ghislain would have to be disappointed, as László’s only response to him was an expertly feigned one. If either men were expecting some kind of reaction beyond what László was so good at faking, then their expectations would go unfulfilled.
László would rather have it over and done with true enough, as this was all taking far too long in his mind, but he would neither say nor act as though he felt that way. In one respect, though, László would have agreed with Valmont: that the attention should all be on the libertine. It was kind of ridiculous, really, attempting all the things they were with a rentboy like László. There really wasn't much gain in ganging up on someone like him.
He responded as one would think he should, good at hiding the fact that that's what he was doing.
((I'm sorry about how general this is and how much this post sucks, but I've basically run out of things to post for this thread. László doesn't post well in situations like this. T_T))
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Post by Ghislain on Apr 7, 2009 16:03:41 GMT -5
So László was going to be coy. Oh, his act was very good, that much was plain, but Ghislain felt confident in suspecting it was an act if for no other reason than that if it had not been an act, he imagined László would have greater reservations about it and be much less pleasant about the entire thing.
Besides, even if it weren't an act, he was giving a disappointing response and Ghislain would have liked to see a different one. As he slid his hands down over László's hips, he allowed his fingernails to bite. It was rather opposite the tactic he'd taken earlier, but perhaps, if he were lucky, there might be the slightest bit of tension. He knew very well they were moments away from the act Valmont was to pay them for, but he'd rather have entered into it with László... riled up. One way or another.
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