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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 20:24:32 GMT -5
Hanyo caught the scent of Tsing in his sleep and purred, hands reaching out and pulling the boy to him. He unconciously nuzzled his still throbbing nose in the boys hair, letting out a sigh. "Sorry," he mumbled lightly, half asleep. He didn't know it the other was awake, but he had spoken, so maybe he heard him. If not, he would repeat it in the morning, a thousand times if he had to. He allowed his hands to loop loosely around Tsings waist before curling his body around him, reveling in the warmth radiating off the humans body, the smell that had premeated itself into every fiber of the room. He would miss this when they were back on Earth. He shuddered at the thought and squeezed lightly, falling back into a dreamless sleep.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 20:29:28 GMT -5
Tsing sighed. The guy'd said he was sorry. For what though? He forgot. Oh well, dreams were dreams anyway. Anything could have happened before, so he shrugged it off.
It felt....nice being held for once, and not doing the holding. He felt protected....safe. He liked it. It made him wonder what else he'd like....he had to livin this dream up a bit. It was making him tired...and bored. He hated that. So he moved around a bit, and kissed the other's neck.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 20:33:35 GMT -5
Warm lips....Hanyo groaned as he felt the sensation of Tsings lips against his neck. Now he knew he must be dreaming. Only earlier that evening they had been at eachothers throats. Why the turn around? Shrugging he played along, his hand splaying at the boys back. He rubbed lightly, letting his other hand trail up and brush the hairs off the back of Tsings neck.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 20:37:11 GMT -5
Tsing stopped for a moment, looking at the other man through the darkness benieth lowered lashes. "I know, I'm mean to you. But I can't help it." he explained. "You make me so angry." He nuzzled the other's neck, kissing his again. "And you're not strong enough at all..." he breathed.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 20:43:51 GMT -5
Hanyo smiled in the darkness and trailed his own lips over Tsings face, kissing below his jaw. "I'm sorry for being so annoying," he whispered, " I don't know what's happening to me....there's this feeling inside, and everytime I look at you..." he trailed off in favor of letting his tongue slip out, touching behind Tsings ear as he nuzzled there gently, his hands continuing their caresses.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 20:46:18 GMT -5
He took in a quick breath at the touch behind his ear. Ooo...he liked that. And he liked the hands caressing him. It was strange...but at the same time it was wonderful.
"Do it again..." he breathed out the request.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 20:48:27 GMT -5
Complying, Hanyo dipped his tongue out again, laving at the sensitive spot as his hand ran up Tsings side, gently splaying across the boys ribs. He added his teeth, gently nipping, breathing lightly on the shell of Tsings ear.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 20:51:32 GMT -5
His hands clutched at the other's shirt, and eyes fluttering as he bit his lower lip until it bled, trying not to let out any sounds. And god was it difficult. He'd never, never had such a problem with trying not to be vocal, because frankly, he never was in the first place. But now, he found that it took all of his will power to not let out the slightest whimper. It was a hard battle, that he was quickly losing.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 20:56:51 GMT -5
Hanyo did it again, once more, enjoying that Tsing was clinging to him. He nipped at the boys lobe before moving down, placing sloppy kisses on his neck, and up over his chin. He smelt blood, could make out Tsing biting his lower lip in the darkness. Leaning forward he fitted their lips together, tongue darting out to catch a drop of blood. It was warm, sweet tasting and he groaned, not bothering to hold the breathy sound back.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 21:03:22 GMT -5
The sound made him shiver and he pressed himself closer against him, desperately going about kissing him. His own hands, he had to force to let go of the cloth and wrap around the other man.
Yes, indulging in this dream was one of the best ideas he'd ever had.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 21:06:46 GMT -5
Hanyo deepened the kiss, sucking on Tsing's injured lower lip, lapping up all the blood before letting his tongue drift inside, mapping out the boys mouth, exploring. He settled a hand on Tsing's cheek, leaning up a bit so he could kiss him better, his other hands running through dark raven hair as his eyes fluttered closed.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 21:13:53 GMT -5
Tsing let out the tiniest of whimpers as he began to timidly kiss him back.
In the back of his mind, he knew this was wrong. Even if it was a dream, it was beginning to go too far. Guys weren't suppossed to kiss other guys, especially not like this. But then again....it felt....right. There was no other word that could explain it. And he wanted more of it. More of that feeling, and the way he forced the kiss up a notch showed it.
For him, though, it still wasn't satisfying enough of a kiss at all...he was easily winning the battle of dominance, the way he forced back the other's tongue with his own.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 21:18:31 GMT -5
Hanyo growled as Tsing pushed his tongue back, their fight for dominance leaving him breathless. There was no way he was coming out of this as the submissive one. He tugged on the boys head and reangled the kiss, fingers curling around a fistfull of hair as he pressed harder with his own tongue, commiting every inch of the boys mouth to memory. He used his other hand as leverage, pushing himself up so he was over Tsing, giving him a tiny advantage.
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Post by Tsing Lu on Feb 20, 2006 21:22:19 GMT -5
.........
Maybe he was wrong.
He immediatly backed down, and moaned a bit as he moved the to break the kiss, eyes fluttering from the tight grip on his hair.
His hands moved back to clutch at the front of the Zercan's shirt, knuckles going white as he gripped onto the fabric.
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Post by Zadkiel on Feb 20, 2006 21:28:08 GMT -5
Hanyo was breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling in rapid bursts as he tried to catch it, trailing kisses over Tsings cheeks, over his eyelids, and back down to the corner of his mouth. He relinquished the grip a little, massaging his scalp in case he had hurt him.
"Tsing," he breathed out, pressing a little closer, eyes opening to study the beautiful face below him. He wished the light was on, that he could see the tint of the boys skin, make out any blush that streaked over his face.
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