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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 19, 2010 22:31:32 GMT -5
"God damn it I was cooking for hours!" said Adrien, shoving him back emotionally, knowing what Adrian was on about at least on some level and feeling guilty as all hell about it, and also knowing that if he gave into that he might start crying without letting up, and preferring to do that kind of thing in the daylight hours when Adrian wasn't there. "Shai-seuh-vair-dam-teuh - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2010 22:39:21 GMT -5
"Adrien, I know you were- come here-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 19, 2010 22:43:37 GMT -5
He clung to him in a torrent of hot-blooded French passion.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2010 22:49:46 GMT -5
Adrien kissed him warmly, with his injured hand meshed into Adrien's hair.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 19, 2010 22:50:39 GMT -5
He wrapped his arms around him. "Please don't talk about - don't talk about - not now, I can't - "
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2010 22:56:30 GMT -5
"Here..."
He gave Adrien a very serious look and then, very gently, began fumbling one-handedly at unbuttoning the front of Adrien's silk trousers.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 19, 2010 23:02:15 GMT -5
He would have helped him do it, except that watching him fumble was absolutely spellbindingly heart-pulling. Both hands dug into the heap of his beautiful blond hair and gently massaged, fingers furthest out massaging the back of his neck, thumbs running over his temples. The grey streak caught the light like the gleam of a silvery fish in a tank, like a highlight. Adrien's lips parted as he stared him, both in ever increasing arousal (flushed, breathing more deeply) and a heightening sense of perfect infatuation. His breath caught for both reasons.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2010 23:06:09 GMT -5
He finished unfastening the first button, and made shorter work with the second, though this required pressing down to get leverage, pausing to kiss Adrien's jaw before he started the third.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 19, 2010 23:09:34 GMT -5
"Nnf - "
A short gasp fell from his lips, not with his permission at all, although Adrien was never self-conscious during these moments, something he'd learned because when he had first been introduced to physical intimacy he had always been. It had never been like this with Marchetti, never. And he did not actually think that was because Adrian was not adverse to generosity between the sheets. Rather, he thought it was something to do with the combination of loving someone and making love to them at the same time - a new concept to him, as he had always thought of sex as something separate in the past, and had indeed not wanted to make love to Adrian more than usual, when he'd first realized he'd loved him, because it was an expression of love but rather because he wanted to give Adrian his all and that was all he was capable of giving.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 19, 2010 23:15:33 GMT -5
He slid the waistband of Adrien's trousers down over the young man's narrow hips and placed a small kiss just beside the right hipbone.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 19, 2010 23:20:00 GMT -5
Despite trying to make this easy for Adrian, he couldn't stop his hips from rocking, or his hands from petting to the point of appearing to push. He couldn't help it. As a lovely assault on all of his senses and his already impressionable heart at the same time, it was hard to do anything but toss his head back as though in the middle of a fit and beg Adrian to continue... on with the job, and to continue to love him.
**FADE-OUT**
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 20, 2010 20:35:06 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
Adrian ran his hand down the line of Adrien's spine until to came to rest on one of the younger man's small rounded buttocks.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 20, 2010 20:40:21 GMT -5
"You know, you are ze only lov-eur 'oo 'as eveur done zat for me," said Adrien softly, eyes shut, body relaxed, in the quiet aftermath.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jan 20, 2010 21:56:24 GMT -5
"Hm?"
He sat up to look at him better.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jan 20, 2010 21:57:39 GMT -5
He made a gesture towards the lower part of his body, but it was vague. He was grinning, though, satisfied, touched, and happy.
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