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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 14:44:48 GMT -5
"Jealous? Of what? She doesn't think I'm Micaela, does she?"
He bit his lip, looking worried.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 14:50:11 GMT -5
"You just don't like to have to share, do you, schatzchen?" he said to the cat with a fond but reproachful look.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 14:54:49 GMT -5
"She can have you after me," he said, with a little smile, interlacing their fingers and stepping in closer, whispering to him sweetly, "But I'm not finished with you."
He had an idea. It twinkled in his eyes. He smiled at Adrian knowingly, lifted his hand, and drew one of his fingers into his mouth.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 17:03:16 GMT -5
"Bubastis. Shoo."
It was now the cat's turn to look reproachful.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 17:28:36 GMT -5
Adrien tiptoed backwards - stumbling a bit, although adorably, in his heels - to draw Adrian over to the couch.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 17:37:29 GMT -5
"Bubastis..."
She wasn't going to listen, so he gave up and followed Adrien to the couch.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 17:40:28 GMT -5
Adrien pushed him down to sitting and half slid into his lap, the skirt hiking accidentally, tilting his head and kissing his throat, fingers at his fly. He had become suddenly three times as attentive and four times as tender, and, physically, a lot closer.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 21:10:21 GMT -5
"Wha- oh. Indeed."
He smiled down at him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 21:12:11 GMT -5
Breathing heavily, the boy managed to ask between kisses, "Don't - you like it?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 21:19:26 GMT -5
"Yes-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 21:27:11 GMT -5
"Mm - good - "
He kissed his way down his throat and then nuzzled his way down his chest, rubbing his cheek against his upper thigh as he undid his trousers with nimble fingers.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 21:30:28 GMT -5
His good hand wandered to the back of Adrien's head as Adrian himself leaned back in anticipation.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 21:34:52 GMT -5
Adrien turned his head in a detour, rubbing his chek now against the inside of Adrian's palm. "Adrian," he said promisingly, in a throaty voice not at all antithetic to his French accent, and something like a cross between a moan and a happy purr, "Adrian, I'm soft."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 12, 2009 21:40:55 GMT -5
"You are," he murmured approvingly, leaning forward a little to let him see his smile.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 12, 2009 21:43:17 GMT -5
He urged his head further against his hand, looking up at him, though his hands did not stop, and in fact slid into his trousers caressingly.
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