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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:16:58 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 1:16:58 GMT -5
"There-"
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:18:49 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 1:18:49 GMT -5
"It is nice that we like the same things," he said relishingly as he pulled out Adrian's belt.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:33:35 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 1:33:35 GMT -5
His mouth moved down to Adrien's chest.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:37:03 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 1:37:03 GMT -5
He shut his eyes, imagining, but it made him uncomfortable. He raised the belt above his head lazily, then got a brilliant idea to fold it and hit Adrian - rather suddenly, but lightly - on the thigh. "Lower!"
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:40:08 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 1:40:08 GMT -5
"What the-"
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:41:37 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 1:41:37 GMT -5
Adrien giggled like madness as he thrust the belt forward, pushing the very edge into Adrian's mouth like a bit. "Bite it bite it please," he begged, totally breathless.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:46:39 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 1:46:39 GMT -5
Adrian turned his head.
"That was expensive-"
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:50:43 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 1:50:43 GMT -5
He pulled it right into his own mouth, lips opening almost caressingly to let it slide over them, and barely, barely bit, eyes locked on Adrian's. Then he took it out and tossed it in a carefree way.
"When you buy me belts, I want you to bite them," he explained, sliding a hand up his back, placing the other firmly on the ground for a moment, and wrapping his legs tightly around his hips and just kind of bumping upwards into him. "While I'm wearing them," he whispered in his ear with another giggle, before gently, again, biting Adrian's ear.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:54:45 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 1:54:45 GMT -5
Adrian was momentarily more concerned with sliding his good hand into Adrien's panties.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 1:56:43 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 1:56:43 GMT -5
"Ah - ah - ah - wait a minute, wait a minute!" he exclaimed, unhooking his legs and falling beneath him, then grabbing him by the shoulders and trying to turn him over. "Lie on your back, papa - "
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London
Jun 12, 2010 2:03:46 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 2:03:46 GMT -5
He did so, rolling onto his back and pulling Adrien on top of him.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 2:08:16 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 2:08:16 GMT -5
Adrien spun around so that he was straddling Adrian backwards and tugged his pants down over his hips, then glanced over his shoulder at Adrian with the deliberately cute and seemingly highly unnecessary own-hand-licking that was only too obviously going to lead to that hand disappearing behind Adrien only to do something very welcome indeed.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 2:17:07 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 2:17:07 GMT -5
*...THINGS ENSUE. SHIT, MAN. I DON'T EVEN KNOW.*
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London
Jun 12, 2010 2:19:20 GMT -5
Post by Adrien Baillon on Jun 12, 2010 2:19:20 GMT -5
*FADE BACK IN AGAIN*
Adrien was draped over Adrian's chest and smiling, but had his eyes shut.
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London
Jun 12, 2010 2:23:04 GMT -5
Post by Adrian Veidt on Jun 12, 2010 2:23:04 GMT -5
"Come along. Off the floor. We do have to fly out this evening..."
He said this very gently, sitting up while holding onto him.
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