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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 20, 2009 17:02:31 GMT -5
Veidt eased his hands down toward the boy's hips without releasing his mouth.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 20, 2009 17:10:19 GMT -5
Veidt's seeming insistence on keeping his hands on him, in holding the kiss, would make pulling the shirt over his head and shoulders impossible, so Adrien dropped this goal at once. Clothes came off when they came off. If they did. If you had the patience. He didn't need to undress the man to touch him, not right then, anyway. Beneath the shirt, he tightened his grip on Veidt's bare shoulders and, pulling him closer, pushed against him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 22, 2009 20:25:46 GMT -5
Veidt finally pulled away and smirked into Baillon's gaze.
"Is that better?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 22, 2009 21:07:42 GMT -5
Adrien didn't smirk so well, but he smiled right back at him, sliding his hands down Veidt's body again slowly and teasingly.
"I bet it gets better still."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 22, 2009 21:14:13 GMT -5
Laughing lightly, he leaned forward and nibbled the edge of Baillon's ear.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 22, 2009 21:21:28 GMT -5
Adrien bit his bottom lip. Oh, yes - that was very nice. His arms slid around Veidt's waist and tightened slightly, bringing them closer again. He tilted his head back, tip of his nose brushing Veidt's ear, to encourage him, and took a deep - satisfyingly so - breath.
((And now for a very important question: DOES VEIDT SMELL LIKE NOSTALGIA? Inquiring minds want to know!))
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 22, 2009 21:23:49 GMT -5
((I figure he probably has his own special formulation of it and everything.))
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 22, 2009 21:28:49 GMT -5
((Then I add that Adrien is very amused and pleased by this.))
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 23, 2009 16:37:17 GMT -5
((...I AM TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING TO DO. >.O)
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 24, 2009 19:19:13 GMT -5
The cat was watching.
I repeat: THE CAT WAS WATCHING.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 24, 2009 19:37:42 GMT -5
Adrien did not own anything from Veidt Cosmetics - like he had money to throw away on cologne - but he'd smelled the samples in magazines and recognized it on Veidt's skin now. It gave him a reason to smile.
Moving still closer, pushing his hips against Veidt's slowly, tilting his head and letting his lips brush Veidt's jawline, and then kissing deliberately, his eyes chanced to open.
As has been made more than clear: the cat was watching. Adrien stared a moment - which required multitasking at which he was not exactly bad - before the idea sank in, leaving little impression. He went with what came; it was who he was, and he'd been watched by cats before (although, said an inner voice, not giant purple ones. Veidt was right; there was something inordinately intelligent about that cat that surpassed what Adrien normally understood from people). Although it was slightly unnerving to think of whether or not, for Bubastic, this was usual. Unoriginal. Obviously Veidt'd done this before, but...
He let the train of thought drop and stepped back just slightly, eyes cloudy as his lips brushed Veidt's again. "Mm," he said. "Take your shirt off, won't you?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 24, 2009 19:59:24 GMT -5
Veidt let the shirt slide from his shoulders and fall unattended. His body, like the rest of him, looked far younger and in better shape than it had any right to be, though there were a few scars here and there, souvenirs of his earlier existance.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 24, 2009 20:03:03 GMT -5
And somehow, even though Adrien had barely had time to glance at them, as it would look to the unwary eye (surreptitious glances were one of his best-kept and most-finely-honed skills), as he slid up against him again his fingers managed to find those few scars and wonderingly trace over them as he touched him, mouth smiling against Veidt's as he kissed him again, lips parting.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 24, 2009 20:07:16 GMT -5
"Tell me, Baillon," said Veidt, as he began working on the fly of the boy's trousers, "how does one as clever as yourself find himself in such a disreputable occupation?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 24, 2009 20:09:13 GMT -5
The fact that Veidt wanted to put his fingers there was the only reason Adrien would have ever reluctantly allowed space between them.
"He decides he likes disreputable," came the answer. Adrien didn't think of himself as clever. Just lucky. He'd never thought before that if he really were lucky, he wouldn't have been renting; and he wasn't going to start.
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