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Post by ode on Apr 10, 2011 1:09:02 GMT -5
Knight took advantage and gently probed his tongue inside the male's mouth, lapping at Adam's tongue with a low groan.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 10, 2011 15:23:58 GMT -5
Adam's hands came to grab at Knight's shirt fighting three ways to not run, to not pull away, and to not give in.
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Post by ode on Apr 10, 2011 20:08:59 GMT -5
When the boy did not pull away he sucked Adam's tongue into his mouth and moved to rest a hand on his hip, kneading softly.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 10, 2011 20:22:54 GMT -5
Adam felt a bit dissapointed with himself, he could feel the melting side of him winning, his pride wanting to wait a little longer before giving in, when suddenly the puppy still on his lap yipped.
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Post by ode on Apr 12, 2011 8:54:42 GMT -5
Feeling his mate jump, KNight pulled away and ran a thumb over the boy's kiss swollen bottom lip. "Goodnight, love." That said, he rose and headed for his room to change and head to bed.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 12, 2011 18:19:53 GMT -5
Adam just sat there watching after Knight as he left not sure what had just happened. WHen he came to his senses he shook his head and reprimanded himself for getting lost in it.
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Post by ode on Apr 12, 2011 18:30:19 GMT -5
Knight slept rather peacefully. He felt semi-whole. After all, he had just touched his mate and was not made to feel neither guilt nor pain.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 12, 2011 21:28:29 GMT -5
Adam went about setting up his dog's stuff, the fluffy chocolate ball chasing after his feet. Eventually he undressed, not bothering with putting anything on as he would probably only feel comfortable wear no more than his usual wear from when he was a slave. He climbed into bed and turned to meet Sora's blue eyes looking at him innocently.
Adam was about to tell the dog to go to the floor, but then he had a thought that he use to sleep on the floor. Well, if he was getting a better way of life, so would the dog, he'd spoil the poor thing rotten.
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Post by ode on Apr 13, 2011 9:33:18 GMT -5
The next day was a meeting day for Knight and from the moment he got up he was off to the main headquarters on 47th street to begin a long tedious day of presentations, corperate management and so on.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 13, 2011 10:11:47 GMT -5
After cleaning a surprise Sora left him, Adam went to work with the A.I, the dog following at his heels. He'd bark at everything with his little squeaky adorable voice, and it got annoying, but Adam didn't mind the annoyingness of the puppy, he was happy to have something that belonged to him.
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Post by ode on Apr 15, 2011 22:24:10 GMT -5
"I don't have time for so many meetings," Knight growled at his secretary. "I've got a mate at home I need to see to."
"But, my Lord," the man said nonchalantly. "These are prior engagement and concern the Shodan of Zerca and the Prince of Jeskara, you cannot merely cancel them. They may take their business elsewhere."
"Bloody hell," he sighed and nodded before turning back to the massive pile on his desk he needed to go through. He needed to evaluate the building staff and attend two more meeting before he could even think about home.
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 16, 2011 0:12:49 GMT -5
After a while, Adam went to get something to eat, going to the kitchens, not wanting to eat at the table when Knight wasn't there.
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Post by ode on Apr 16, 2011 7:50:07 GMT -5
The chef glanced up with a smile at the slave turned Marquess-Consort. He and the others couldn't help but get a bit fanciful when they thought of the fairy tale sort of way the Master had come across him.
"Good day, my Lord. R ya feelin' the 'ffects o' not havin your mate near?" he asked. "Yer more then welcome ta take luncheon in here wiff us servants."
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Post by phantasmalunar on Apr 16, 2011 20:56:09 GMT -5
Adam flinched at being called my lord, but looked around the kitchen. "Eh, yeah I guess if you don't mind the dog." Sora gave a yip.
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Post by ode on Apr 16, 2011 21:53:09 GMT -5
The cook merely smiled. "You're house, milord. Here sit here and I'll make ye a fresh sammich."
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