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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 0:21:24 GMT -5
Adrian placed a rather conciliatory hand on Adrien's head.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2010 0:23:51 GMT -5
Adrien, feeling warmed by this, half-melted, beaming up at him.
After a little while he said, "Adrian, do you wanna play a game?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 0:57:38 GMT -5
"Hmmm?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2010 1:00:30 GMT -5
"A game, Adrian, if you know what the word means," he teased lightly. "What do you say, hm?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 1:05:07 GMT -5
Adrian looked at him.
"Yes?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2010 1:49:53 GMT -5
Smartest man in the world and he still didn't know what to do with his god-damn rentboy.
Adrien gently took Adrian's hand, pursed his lips, and sucked on his index finger suggestively, blue eyes flickered up and fixed on Adrian's.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 1:56:12 GMT -5
"...I see."
His mouth slowly curved into the smuggest goddamn expression possible.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2010 1:59:17 GMT -5
He gently released his finger.
"...I wanna know how many TV screens worth of attention I take up," he said in a soft voice, slightly breathless, a smile stealing over his face, even as he heavily stroked Adrian's thigh.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 2:05:44 GMT -5
"Good luck with that," Adrian replied, his expression unchanging but his hand reaching down toward Adrien's.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2010 2:09:10 GMT -5
"I think that if anybody ought to know, Adrian," said Adrien, "that in tests like that, skill is required more than luck, it would be you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 2:26:24 GMT -5
Adrian laughed low in his throat and slipped just the slightest bit forward.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2010 2:27:24 GMT -5
"I like that laugh," Adrien said, slipping carefully onto his knees, and undoing his pants nimbly with a crooked smile.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 2:30:39 GMT -5
Adrian leaned back without looking down and lifted the circlet from his own hair, then slid it gently into Adrien's.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Jul 16, 2010 2:31:45 GMT -5
This had the unexpected effect of momentarily distracting Adrien, who lifted a hand that had been moments away from sliding down the front of Adrian's pants to his hair.
"It fits!"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Jul 16, 2010 2:39:42 GMT -5
Adrian smiled beatifically down at him.
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