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Post by Tybalt on May 8, 2012 22:23:53 GMT -5
Tybalt was pulling himself to more of a sitting position, precariously tilted and not caring (and unable to see exactly how precarious it was, all things considered), grinding down against Doom.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 8, 2012 22:36:17 GMT -5
"Good to see you aren't entirely exhausted."
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Post by Tybalt on May 8, 2012 22:39:23 GMT -5
Tybalt bit his lower lip in response, not enough to hurt, but enough to shock.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 8, 2012 22:45:20 GMT -5
Doom grabbed for him then, not roughly but quite intimately.
"I thought not."
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Post by Tybalt on May 8, 2012 22:47:39 GMT -5
Tybalt groped impatiently down Doom's arm - muscular and hairy and slick with perspiration, arms that could crush a man and did - to guide his hand to his own thighs.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 8, 2012 23:27:23 GMT -5
Doom laughed, which would have been rather ominous under other circumstances.
"You'll get what you're after."
(ANOTHER FADE-OUT, THEY ARE GREAT)
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Post by Tybalt on May 8, 2012 23:31:21 GMT -5
Even though he'd had his fill of Doom - been, in fact, full of Doom - he was kissing his chest deeply and longingly, tasting him, sucking at his salty skin, lethargic but brimming with dulled passion.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 11, 2012 20:21:18 GMT -5
Doom was stroking the back of Tybalt's head with renewed confidence and calm.
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Post by Tybalt on May 13, 2012 19:20:38 GMT -5
He snorted softly, exhausted, and full of an odd feeling he couldn't immediately tell was satisfaction.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 13, 2012 19:49:38 GMT -5
"Now sleep."
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Post by Tybalt on May 13, 2012 20:19:16 GMT -5
He leaned in, breath fluattering the hair still clinging to the blindfold, to kiss his lord again, unthinkingly bringing his hand up to touch his face. It didn't strictly occur to him that the texture of the skin was unusual, for scar tissue did not provoke a knee jerk reaction in him.
It was a moment into kissing him that he jerked both hand and face backwards, in realization of what he'd done.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 13, 2012 21:44:49 GMT -5
Doom's back stiffened with displeasure.
"No--"
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Post by Tybalt on May 13, 2012 23:15:06 GMT -5
"I'm sorry- my lord, forgive me, I -"
What, forgot? Pathetic. Worse than pathetic - unforgiveable.
Doom would have every right to raze him where he lay and Tybalt knew it.
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Post by Victor von Doom on May 18, 2012 19:50:13 GMT -5
He made a surly noise, more startled than anything, and pressed Tybalt's hands down.
"I have no need for your apologies, Tybalt," he said sternly, with a stiffness to conceal the way his heart was pounding.
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Post by Tybalt on May 18, 2012 19:51:08 GMT -5
Tybalt buried his miserable blindfolded head into a pillow.
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