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Post by mesmu on Mar 18, 2011 18:19:44 GMT -5
Peeta's hands begin caressing Ryir back and his teeth graze the spot that he's going to mark his mate on.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 18, 2011 18:24:32 GMT -5
The feel of teeth against his skin held the bearer frozen, even the fine tremor fighting to run the length of him falling still in anticipation as he let his fingers wind up tight into his prince's hair. The breath that had frozen in his throat stayed there a moment longer before leaking out in a soft, pleading whine.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 18, 2011 18:36:44 GMT -5
Peeta knows that its time and he sinks his teeth into Ryir's skin, drawing blood. Once he's done biting he pulls up a bit to lick the wound clean with his tongue.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 18, 2011 18:43:37 GMT -5
It should have hurt, and it did, but when his fingers curled hard into Peeta's hair beneath them it wasn't from pain. Bright eyes wide, Ryir slumped, melting against his mate at the sting of his tongue, almost painfully stiff with need. Lips against the curve of his prince's ear, he mustered a breathy murmur, slowly relaxing his fingers to stroke them through his hair," Yours now... I'm all yours."
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Post by mesmu on Mar 18, 2011 19:28:18 GMT -5
A soft rumble of protectiveness comes from Peeta before he runs his tongue up the length of his bearer's neck and cheek before kissing him again, demanding and forceful. And his hands move to remove any clothes the other is wearing, wanting to see his mate fully.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 18, 2011 19:35:51 GMT -5
Ryir pressed into the kiss, shifting with a slow roll of his hips to slide out of the loose pants without breaking it. He was bare beneath them, his arousal pressing high and hard between their bellies now, and that low growl wasn't helping matters. Settling his bare ass on Peeta's knees, he gave the little puddle of clothing a lazy push to let it slide off the bed.
It wasn't the first time he'd been naked in front of anyone, but it was the first time he'd been naked in front of his mate with the mark still stinging at his neck, eyes begging for more. And it was the first time he'd ever felt so...nervous. The sleek, soft definition of him, all golden skin and lithe limbs, it had appealed to every other lover, it had to appeal to his mate but he wanted suddenly and fiercely to be perfect for him, everything he'd ever wanted. The best.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 19, 2011 18:54:33 GMT -5
Of he appeals to his mate, he is perfect for Peeta and to Peeta. The Prince moves his lips to whisper in Ryir's ear, "You're perfect." He had pulled away to look over the Reyl with a hungry gaze, yet it was loving all the same. And now he lifts the other up a bit, his fingers tracing down the Ryir's entrance. And as he begins prepping the other he whispers. "And you'll always be perfect to me, for me."
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Post by antibellum on Mar 19, 2011 20:47:52 GMT -5
Ryir bent at the pressure of his mate's fingers, arcing his back slowly to slide up Peeta's front and press a hungry kiss to his mouth at those reassurances. The bearer spread his legs a little wider, rocking his hips back lazily against his prince's hand with a slow flush spreading along his cheeks and a slightly dazed look in half open eyes.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 20, 2011 10:03:57 GMT -5
Peeta's fingers move in and out, twisting and scissoring. He adds a third finger as he kisses back, loving Ryir's reactions.
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Post by antibellum on Mar 20, 2011 10:30:09 GMT -5
The bearer stifled a little noise low in his throat at the feel of a third finger stretching him, allowing his head to loll back and break the kiss to voice a moan, just slipped through kiss-swollen lips. Trailing one hand down in a slow caress, the bearer set his hand between them to palm his mate's groin through his pants with a lazy, wanton smile. "I'd like to see all of you, love," he pleaded in a breathy, husky purr as he rolled the hard weight of him about teasingly in his palm.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 22, 2011 17:34:21 GMT -5
Peeta smiles and with his other hand undoes his pants. He tries to take the garments off himself, but end up saying, "A little help?"
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Post by antibellum on Mar 22, 2011 18:04:00 GMT -5
It was hard to smother the grin at that, but Ryir managed by pressing a lazy kiss to the line of his mate's jaw as he slid down carefully off his lap, trailing warm kisses along Peeta's chest and stomach as he took over undressing him deftly. The bearer trailed his gaze along his prince's thigh, followed shortly by the tips of his finger as he knelt there between Peeta's knees with his lips pressed to the soft skin along the inside of one.
"How would you like me?" he purred against the skin there, sliding a hand up lazily to cup his mate's manhood.
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Post by mesmu on Mar 26, 2011 1:50:23 GMT -5
Peeta lets out a sexy growl before just pinning the other down with their back to the ground, "The way where I can see your reactions." The long sentence coming out a purr if anything. Then he takes his length in his hand and lines up with Ryir's entrance. His leaking head brushing at the muscle there.
"Ready?"
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Post by antibellum on Mar 27, 2011 18:28:03 GMT -5
Ryir lifted both his hands to grip Peeta's shoulders, arching up into him to bear down on the leaking head positioned at his entrance, giving his hips a slow wriggle to invite him in further for more than just that slight, teasing pressure. "Please.."
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Post by mesmu on Mar 29, 2011 18:58:42 GMT -5
And with one firm push Peeta enters his mate, now waiting for his mate to adjust before moving, his hands trailing loving touches along Ryir's body.
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