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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 23:15:58 GMT -5
Fortunately, Victor did without looking. He was too busy being a little amazed at himself (for Doom perpetually had the capacity to amaze) and marveling numbly at Tybalt's long slender fingers, and the austere sweetness of his lowered face.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 23:24:43 GMT -5
He quickly removed the unfastened plates. Hand shaking a bit, he lifted his face up to Doom's for confirmation and permission as one bare hand slid beneath his tunic, caressing with a tender but firm grip the echo of his own aching desire.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 23:28:05 GMT -5
"Is this-- agreeable?"
Doom was half-stunned with desire.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 23:29:15 GMT -5
"If it is to you my lord-"
His voice was hoarse. He wanted to be careful;if he were too impatient he might displease Doom before Doom would allow his services.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 23:30:19 GMT -5
"--yes. Yes, this pleases me."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 23:35:07 GMT -5
Tybalt leaned in slowly, anxious to not mess up anything.
His slightly rough, unshaven jaw brushed up against Doom's glorious thigh.
"Nnh-"
He buried his face against Doom's thigh, momentarily overcome - this was truly a fantasy become real. But then, almost not cautiously, he nuzzled upwards, covering Doom's flesh with clumsy, tasting kisses.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 24, 2012 23:51:17 GMT -5
The prickle of a day's worth of stubble grated against his skin. The sheer foreignness of it, to a man accustomed to feeling nothing, was erotic. He drank in every new sensation in grim silence.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 24, 2012 23:56:14 GMT -5
Drinking in the salty taste of his lord's skin with a moan, Tybalt parted his lips with a quick rush of hot breath.
*FADE OUT*
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 25, 2012 0:01:31 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
His other hand had found its way to the top of Tybalt's head after all.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 25, 2012 0:03:18 GMT -5
Tybalt slumped, resting his head between Doom's thighs and breathing heavily, one hand gripping the back of one thigh, the other resting on his hipbone. He could feel a vein pulsing against his sensitive, perspiring fingertips.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 25, 2012 0:07:02 GMT -5
"... thank you."
What did one say in these circumstances? He would have known what to say to Morgana.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 25, 2012 0:08:25 GMT -5
"...that was to thank you, my lord. For your... patience and understanding."
This was awkward. He needed not to be resting here. Mercutio would have painfully pulled his hair and laughed, high and clear, merciless and beautiful - Doom had not even indicated that he should move.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 25, 2012 0:09:42 GMT -5
He only pushed him away, very gently, that he might look at his face again.
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 25, 2012 0:10:08 GMT -5
Tybalt looked up at him.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 25, 2012 0:16:38 GMT -5
Doom turned, stern again, in order to dress himself again and do up his armor.
"You've served me very well."
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