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Post by Julian on Oct 10, 2007 18:01:36 GMT -5
Of course I--
*Erik's kiss brought a quiet oblivion to Julian's thoughts, wanting only to engross himself in the feel of Erik's skin on his own. His hands wandered slightly, near desperate to find flesh, to be closer to Erik.*
Please...more...I need you.
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Post by Erik on Oct 10, 2007 18:06:41 GMT -5
((Erik is so damned easy.))
You have me... you have...
*The thought was frantic, incomplete. Because Julian's touch drove everything else from his mind, despite the fact that it was so familiar it felt like coming home.
To a confusing, exciting, insane home, true.
His hands traveled down to feel Julian's sinewy arms, his broad shoulders and tapered waist, not knowing what they sought.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 10, 2007 18:12:49 GMT -5
((But that's why we love him, not-so-virgin sex god that he is.))
*Julian moaned softly at Erik's affections. His own fingers sought the buttons of his waistcoat eagerly.*
Please...come back to my room...let me show you...I need you so much...
*His lips urged against Erik's desperately.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 10, 2007 18:18:30 GMT -5
*Erik wanted nothing but to let Julian take the lead. To show him what he needed. He didn't want to think about it, or anything else. Julian offered abandon. And perfect acceptance.
He nodded breathlessly.*
Yes... anything Julian. Erik told you once... all he has is yours.
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Post by Julian on Oct 10, 2007 18:26:46 GMT -5
((Umm...ok. I kinda have a girl in my room. I didn't think about it at the time, since I assumed this was before her abduction. Is it cool if we stay in this thread?))
*Julian's lashes fluttered at his mother's consent. This was...perfect. Everything else melted away. He kissed him deeply as he stumbled back slightly, trying to urge Erik down the hall to his room without breaking their contact for a moment.*
I want you, Erik...only you.
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Post by Erik on Oct 11, 2007 9:26:39 GMT -5
((Yes. Erik's house is magic! It creates Rooms of Requirement all over!))
*Erik followed without seeming to move, as if the mere force of their smothering kisses rushed them along. He liked this, this Not Thinking. It reminded him of opium, but so much better--he didn't feel confused, only... uncaring. No, that was wrong too, because he cared quite a lot. But for once all his emotion was channeled here, on this exquisite creature, and not dispelled into myriad thoughts and feelings and projects and memories.
He vaguely recognized that they'd gained entry into Julian's room and pushed the other man forward, against the bed so that his knees had to bend and Erik could lower him to it. His thoughts were jumbled and indecipherable, the fog breaking to admit just one thought...*
Mine.
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2007 17:10:02 GMT -5
*Julian fell back on the bed with a strange peace of mind that did not dull his urgency, only accentuated it. He needed more...faster...now. His nimble fingers were plucking at the button's of Erik's shirt, urging them open.*
Yours and no other's. For always.
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Post by Erik on Oct 11, 2007 17:23:12 GMT -5
*Erik shrugged out of the shirt, for once unconcerned about his skeletal frame. Because strangely... he knew Julian did not find it distasteful. He knew it without having to think, knew it as if he'd felt it himself. Unlike the usual need for lustful oblivion, this was about feeling more, more complete, more... himself.
Whichever one of him that was.
His hands slid under Julian's shirt, feeling both his taut skin and his own clever fingers.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2007 17:33:09 GMT -5
*With Erik's own bared skin, Julian was all too eager to be rid of his shirt, he tried to help, refusing to break their kiss long enough to to it properly. He only making it half the needed distance before a desperate tug sent the rest of the buttons clattering to the floor. His fingers were back on Erik's skin, he smoothed them over his back, trying to urge him down against his so he might feel the warmth of his flesh against his own.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 11, 2007 17:41:25 GMT -5
*Erik was happy enough to comply with Julian's insistent hands, and covered the other man with his body, as his hands roamed elsewhere. To, for instance, Julian's belt--clothing seemed altogether extraneous now, and he wanted rid of it.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2007 17:48:45 GMT -5
*Julian smiled against Erik's malformed lips. It was perfect...just them. No distractions, no pretenses. Nothing in the world could be more sublime than this. He couldn't decide how best to help with the disrobing, so he moved his own hands to Erik's trousers, looking for some way for them to both find some much needed freedom in their mutual nakedness.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 11, 2007 18:35:30 GMT -5
*Naked, it seemed so natural, one movement flowing into another, limb against limb, mouth to skin. Julian seemed to be everywhere at once, and there was no need for verbal communication or clumsy speculation.
Erik had never felt so accepted. So... complete.
He took the reins, guiding his pupil in this as in all things, though the difference between them was almost negligible. There was a strange symmetry in it, a conservation of mass and energy he found pleasing in an absent, academic way. Not that he thought anything for quite some time...*
***FADE OUT OF DOOM***
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2007 18:50:22 GMT -5
***FADE IN OF WARM FUZZY ALMOST DOOM***
*Julian rested in a contented haze. It was...as if the whole universe could be summed up in a single act, one moment of bliss. Everything was simple and yet infinitely complex. He could study such a thing the rest of his life and never fully understand the simple nirvana he found in Erik's arms. Lids heavy he nuzzled against Erik, tracing his fingertips over his bare skin. His mind wandered on nothing in particular. It took him several moments to realize that he couldn't feel Erik. That is, he could sense his presence, but not his flesh. His eyes opened to find his fingertips buried in Erik's skin, not even causing a dint in the flesh. He withdrew his hand quickly, eyes wide.*
Oh, Mother! What is happening to me?
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Post by Erik on Oct 11, 2007 18:59:40 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes flew open at Julian's unspoken cry. He'd been... drifting, in the sort of lassitude just on the edge of dreaming where everything seems not only possible but likely.
But now he was staring at something that was definitely real, and definitely impossible. He couldn't feel Julian. The sudden absence was wrenching. He could see him--but there was something wrong there, too.*
The necklace, *was his first thought.* Do you have it?
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Post by Julian on Oct 11, 2007 19:07:57 GMT -5
*Julian's hand flew instinctively to his throat, grasping the chain. He seemed tangible enough to himself at least. His eyes sought Erik's, pleading for understand, desperate to put his fears at ease. His lips parted as he cautiously held out his hand to his mother, as if worried to attempt touching him again.*
Mother...I am afraid.
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