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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:12:23 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:12:23 GMT -5
"...be a boy for me, please," Adrian said, so quietly as to be nearly whispering.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:13:59 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 6:13:59 GMT -5
He blinked a few times, and there was a tension in his chest he didn't understand, but after a tiny blip of a few seconds' delay, he smiled and nodded and tilted his head slightly to kiss his neck.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:17:02 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:17:02 GMT -5
"It will, it its own way, be easier that way..."
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:17:47 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 6:17:47 GMT -5
"....when we go back to Paris, you need to buy clothes for me," he reminded him gently.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:19:40 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:19:40 GMT -5
"I will. I wa- I need you to be as masculine as you can, do you understand?"
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:21:33 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 6:21:33 GMT -5
He kind of pulled back. "But you just said - "
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:24:13 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:24:13 GMT -5
"I know what I-"
He sighed.
"You're right. Fine. I'm sorry."
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:25:12 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 6:25:12 GMT -5
He touched his mouth tentatively, then pulled his hand away.
"....I... I can be what you need," he said after a moment.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:27:39 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:27:39 GMT -5
"It's- no, you don't have to..."
He set Adrien aside and got up to pull a bottle of liquor from the stocked minibar.
"Do you need anything?"
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:29:27 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 6:29:27 GMT -5
He named a drink, and stretched out on the bed, lounging.
"...and we'll get me jeans and suspenders and tanks and... and... d'you like sock garters?" he asked, blithely oblivious to how obviously clueless he was in general about the appearance of most articles of men's clothing.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:35:00 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:35:00 GMT -5
Adrian took a long drink of something he'd assumed to be a lot weaker than it was, because a moment later he dropped the bottle and coughed as if he were being poisoned.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:38:17 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 6:38:17 GMT -5
Adrien hopped up the bed and went to comfort him, a hilariously well-endowed yet completely played straight twink with cosmetically emphasized eyelashes in nothing but a pair of black lace underwear cuddling a much-taller and completely clothed man still wearing a fucking overcoat as though he were a child.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:40:08 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:40:08 GMT -5
"Jesus-"
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:42:58 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 6:42:58 GMT -5
"What, darling? What?"
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London
Jun 11, 2010 6:44:29 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 6:44:29 GMT -5
"It's like paint thinner-"
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