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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:51:10 GMT -5
"I know," said Adrien, softly. "I mean I can tell." The tiniest hint of a laugh in his own voice, as he shook his head and replied - "You touch me every day, of course I know."
Gently, almost like a nip, he took the end of his ring finger into his mouth and sucked, lightly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 26, 2009 18:52:49 GMT -5
"That's the hidden flaw. You can rebuild, and rebuild, but you'll never feel again..."
His tone still had the vaguest hint of laughter in it.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 26, 2009 18:54:40 GMT -5
Adrien released his finger, tilting his head again, blinking at him thoughtfully in a sweep of eyelash.
"But you can feel, Adrian," he said, cupping his face again, and then running his hand down his throat and his chest. He took his other hand and brought it to his own face, turning his nose into it and letting his eyes shut, nuzzling. "See?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 15:47:16 GMT -5
"Yes... yes, I can feel that."
He sat up a little again.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 15:48:02 GMT -5
Adrien turned his head again, leaning his cheek against Adrian's palm, but now looking directly at him and smiling.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 15:49:26 GMT -5
Adrian turned Adrien's palm to his mouth and kissed it.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 15:53:43 GMT -5
Adrien leaned forward to kiss him, softly, eyes slitting, Adrian going out of focus at the same time as he became the only thing on which Adrien was focusing.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 16:00:05 GMT -5
There was a desperation in his kiss, and a strength paradoxically fuelled by an implicit admission of weakness.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 16:07:02 GMT -5
It was like using a flamethrower to light a candle. Adrien completely melted against him, but, maybe a little ironically, it was the first time he'd ever felt he was holding Adrian rather than holding onto him. It made the moment sharper in memory, and sweeter. For the second time that day, he slipped into Adrian's lap, straddling him, kissing from above rather than from below for once. Cupping his face gently, he stroked his cheek as he kissed him, almost absent-mindedly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 16:10:29 GMT -5
Adrian gently pushed Adrien's head down, so that the boy's cheek was now pressed against Adrian's chest, and wrapped his arms loosely around Adrien's narrow frame.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 16:14:09 GMT -5
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, wrapping his arms around him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 16:16:34 GMT -5
"Nothing," Adrian sighed, and he meant it, for at least this little moment in time. "Nothing at all."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 16:17:44 GMT -5
Adrien slid back slightly, as though going to pull away, but was only doing it to lean in and kiss his cheek.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 27, 2009 16:20:18 GMT -5
"You keep moving," Adrian said, a little reproachfully, but without losing that same tired, lazy smile.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 27, 2009 16:24:57 GMT -5
Adrien's smile brightened a little at that, and as though to prove his point, he scooted back, turned, and reached for his wineglass, carefully bringing it over and sliding closer again.
Again, as though to toast Adrian, he lifted it to him, and then to his own mouth, taking a drink with his eyes on Adrian's. Then, wine-wettened mouth smiling again, perhaps almost coyly, thinking of a piece of Greek mythology, he tilted his head in unspoken question and offered it, moving it the inch from his own mouth to allow the rim to brush Adrian's lip.
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