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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 1:04:32 GMT -5
"I can't take it off. That's what you're supposed to do."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 1:16:01 GMT -5
*He rolled his eyes but obliged and removed the bow with a light, deft touch. Then gave him a look as if to say, 'satisfied?'*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 1:18:00 GMT -5
While Tybalt was occupied with other things, Mercutio slid a hand around the back of the other's man neck, yanking him forward to curve his lips around the side of Tybalt's jaw.
Present or not, Mercutio saw no reason to wait for Tybalt to initiate things. Why, if he left it up to him, the poor puss would probably just gape all night.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 22:36:45 GMT -5
*Tybalt stepped away for a moment to pull off his tunic, rushed and impatient as always. He didn't wast any time in returning to Mercutio and wrapping his arms around him, one hand buried roughly in ginger hair as he met his lips in a demanding kiss.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 22:54:40 GMT -5
Torn away for a moment, Mercutio's hands extended aimlessly until Tybalt stepped back. Mercutio took one step forward to meet him, sliding up against the other man with lecherous intent. His hands steaded Tybalt's waist for a moment before pressing back and downwards, easing Tybalt's pants lower on his hips.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 23:06:58 GMT -5
*Tybalt steered them toward the bed, trying not to break contact for too long. It was shameful; it hadn't even been a week since their last encounter, and still, he couldn't keep his hands off of him, as if he'd been denied of any contact for months-*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 23:08:51 GMT -5
Quite abruptly, Mercutio's hands left his skin; he raised them to Tybalt's chest, laughing a little as he pressed the other man back, his eyes sparkling in smug amusement.
"Tybalt, hold, hold, peace - "
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 23:11:15 GMT -5
*He looked almost bewildered for a moment, allowing himself to be pushed back.*
"What?"
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 23:18:15 GMT -5
"I have another present for you!"
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 23:19:41 GMT -5
*He raised an eyebrow, extremely distrustful as to what else Mercutio would consider a suitable present.*
"...Yes?"
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 23:26:08 GMT -5
Mercutio twisted, peering behind him slightly to the side of the bed, distracted for the moment. He scrambled away from Tybalt, bounding up on the bed and over with a protesting groan from the springs, and dropped flat to the floor before extending one arm and groping underneath the bed.
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 23:27:35 GMT -5
*Tybalt watched, unimpressed. This had better be good, before he lost patience.*
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 23:34:13 GMT -5
"Oh, ach, I can't seem to find it. Sorry."
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Post by Tybalt on Nov 17, 2008 23:39:08 GMT -5
"Damn it, Mercutio-"
*He strode toward the redhead as if he were going to hurt him, but instead just pulled him close again.*
"Don't toy with me."
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Post by Mercutio on Nov 17, 2008 23:49:47 GMT -5
Mercutio took a step back as Tybalt strode towards him, an instinctively nervous gesture but one countered by his general sense of invincible amusement.
"Sorry, sorry- " He patted Tybalt's cheek lightly and with a minimum of mockery, quite pleased that Tybalt hadn't taken a swing at him. Really he had been toying with Tybalt, but only because he hadn't expected the uncharacteristic patience Tybalt had shown in actually letting him go when he pushed.
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