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London
Jun 11, 2010 22:23:44 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 22:23:44 GMT -5
Adrien lay down on the carpet and stretched and writhed very unsubtly, although playfully, waiting for him.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 22:32:52 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 22:32:52 GMT -5
Adrian slid on top of him, still fully dressed.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 22:38:38 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 22:38:38 GMT -5
He faux-scowled, but he flushed at the same time, quickly divesting Adrian of... the top layer of his clothing.
"How many clothes do you wear?" he whined as he did this, giving him A Look as he worked at it poutily. Which was how he did a lot of things these days, both deliberately and, in its less adorable cases, not.
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London
Jun 11, 2010 23:40:31 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 11, 2010 23:40:31 GMT -5
"It's winter in London. The more layers the better."
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London
Jun 11, 2010 23:45:35 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 11, 2010 23:45:35 GMT -5
He did his utmost best to practically writhe against him even for the prolonged period of time it took to get him into the more thin clothing. And since he was Adrien, his utmost best in these matters was very good.
"You could think about me. My comfort," he complained. "You'd better be good today..."
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:08:29 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 0:08:29 GMT -5
"I thought you liked undressing me..."
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:12:44 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 0:12:44 GMT -5
"When I have to take off this much clothing, I stop anticipating having you fuck me and start anticipating reaching the normal layer of clothing, which is not, as you can imagine, very sexy. Especially when I started out in this."
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:22:02 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 0:22:02 GMT -5
"I suppose I could assist-"
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:22:45 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 0:22:45 GMT -5
"Lazybones. What don't you."
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:29:04 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 0:29:04 GMT -5
Adrian leaned back and began undressing, smirking at him.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 0:36:59 GMT -5
Adrien did a long stretch that was meant to imply that he was exhausted or being moody and petulant, but the purpose of it was really to draw attention to the line of his body and arch his back a bit, allowing him to lifts his hips to Adrian's teasingly.
"If people knew your private life they'd be shocked. A transvestite in black lingerie with your name on the silk tag and Manolos and youuu all dressed, like a pimp, in a London hotel room... All this needs is a mountain of coke, you know, and us licking it off of each other," he said, watching him and speaking in a muzzy, contemplative voice. Then he pushed himself up to sitting and carefully drew one leg through from between Adrian's, the knee rubbing back and forth beneath his crotch. He grinned at him in a way probably meant to be sultry, but looking more lopsided and delighted and therefore infernally adorable.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:57:42 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 0:57:42 GMT -5
Adrian wasn't nearly so dressed now, however.
"Well, I have a feeling they're going to know."
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London
Jun 12, 2010 0:58:58 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 0:58:58 GMT -5
He flopped back beneath him, arms bent above his head. "Gonna take trashy arty pictures of me with my panties down and sell 'em?"
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:06:11 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 1:06:11 GMT -5
Adrian smirked a little more and then pressed his mouth to Adrien's throat.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:07:09 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 1:07:09 GMT -5
"Ah! - oooh - "
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