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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 19:36:15 GMT -5
Michael took the distraction eagerly, letting himself relax against Dare and the cushions of the couch as he watched the movements of Dare's fingers. It was easy to let himself focus on the sensations coming from his hand, though thoughts of the vow tried to intrude. He ran his thumb lightly over Dare's as he watched, unable to stay without movement, and, however small it was, the movement of his thumb was satisfying.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 19:41:50 GMT -5
The motion of Michael's thumb against his was a near-instant spark for Dare. It was, apparently, a sensitive spot, and that was discounting the physical memory of their time in the forest. Dare's gaze flickered momentarily up toward Michael, then he blinked, and lowered his eyes only to concentrate more fully on the motions of his fingers against Michael's hand. He decided that turnabout was fair play, and so if Michael was going to play with him, however inadvertently, he would enjoy getting a reaction out of Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 19:49:49 GMT -5
Michael's eyes darted to the closed door of the bedroom, knowing as he did what their seemingly innocent motions could lead to, but decided that it didn't really matter, not when Emilian couldn't leave and Adara had already walked in on them. So he set himself to enjoying what Dare was doing, watching his fingers and keeping up the slow motion of his thumb.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 19:58:20 GMT -5
Dare had forgotten for the moment where they were, and that they were only technically alone. They could have been on the couch in the Room of Requirement, for all the attention he was paying to the fine furnishings anymore. The feel of Michael's thumb sweeping against his was a pleasurable distraction. Dare turned their hands, but didn't adjust his grip, wanting Michael to continue even as Dare shifted his focus. He let his fingertips trace against Michael's fingers now, from nail to knuckle, to knuckle, to knuckle, then slowly back to Michael's wrist.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 20:04:27 GMT -5
Michael shifted on the couch, letting himself slide down slightly and put one foot up on the edge of the couch, curling in on himself to try and release some of the tension that was beginning to boil inside. His free hand tightened and extended, itching to do something but without any idea what he could do. In the forest it had been so much more intense, he wondered how Dare had been able to sit there for as long as he had.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 20:12:19 GMT -5
Dare could feel Michael's reaction as well as see it, and it only spurred him on, though he didn't allow himself to rush. He was beginning to feel it too, a tingle beginning at his fingertips, arcing through him as they swept against Michael's skin. Dare's hand straightened against Michael's, slowly, carefully keeping the contact of their palms while exposing just that slight bit more of Michael's hand to his attention. He aligned their hands and fingers, his gaze taking in the sight as his free hand opened, as he let his fingers sweep against the inner edges of Michael's.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 20:21:50 GMT -5
It felt as though all of the nerves in Michael's body had rushed to his hand, trying to take in as much of the sensation as possible, because every slight movement of Dare's fingers sent a shock running through his body. His eyes were fixed on their hands, all his concentration on that single span of skin that covered his hand, which only increased what he felt, magnifying it in his mind and in the feelings Dare gave.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 20:35:02 GMT -5
Dare's breathing had shallowed with his focus on the sensation of Michael's response and the pleasure of drawing out more. His fingertips reached the sensitive inner flesh between Michael's fingers, slid lightly, then drew back up again toward his fingertips. Dare was rapt with concentration, giving to Michael every pleasure he could discover in the light motions of his fingers.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 20:49:18 GMT -5
Michael could barely sit still and it was becoming even more amazing that Dare had lasted so long in the forest. He wanted to rest his head on Dare's shoulder, but couldn't imagine relaxing with Dare doing what he was doing. His breathing was low and light, his blood rushing through his veins, waiting eagerly for whatever it was that Dare would do next. He licked his lips, not with nervousness or anxiousness like usual, but with the anticipation coursing through him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 22:06:08 GMT -5
Tension was quickly infusing Dare's body at the reaction he felt in Michael, even if his visual attention was still focused on the light motions against Michael's skin. Dare's hand, pressed palm to palm with Michael's, slid, around the side to expose Michael's palm at last. He lifted Michael's hand and, in an echo of what Michael had done to him, pressed his lips to the soft pad beneath his fingers, letting his breath warm the skin.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 22:18:03 GMT -5
Michael let out the breath he had held during the moments it took for Dare's lips to touch his hand, his eyes glued to the sight as he tried to guess what Dare was going to do next. His own lips were parted slightly as he watched, wondering how long he could stand sitting there without doing anything. From the tension in his muscles he didn't think it would be long, definitely not as long as Dare had survived in the forest.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 22:26:51 GMT -5
Dare flicked a glance up at Michael from beneath his fringe, momentarily overcome by the desire to see the reaction he could feel. Then his gaze dropped again, and he closed his eyes, leaving everything to sensation as he parted his lips to taste the soft skin of Michael's palm. He could see Michael's fascination with hands even more now than before, and so, as he explored Michael's palm with lips and light touches of his tongue, he could feel himself being seduced by it, too.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 22:40:12 GMT -5
Michael sighed and closed his eyes, but only for a moment before he opened them again to watch in fascination. He wondered if Dare had felt the same way he was feeling, if his blood had tingled the same way, if he had had that same shiver racing up and down his arm and spine. If he had felt that same heat deep in his stomach. Michael shifted against him, quickly running out of the ability to stay still.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 22:49:22 GMT -5
Dare could feel the tension mounting, and he inhaled deeply against it, releasing his breath in a long rush against Michael's palm. His lips traced a path around the center, circling smaller, closer, until at last he reached the center and parted his lips once more. His tongue swept lightly against Michael's skin, then swirled, purposefully inciting, knowing how close Michael was to breaking.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 25, 2008 23:01:54 GMT -5
That did it, Michael couldn't hold back any more. His hand moved down Dare's jaw into his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Michael immediately felt the tension break, only to start building again after only a few seconds of blissful relaxation into the kiss. His lips opened and his other hand came around, resting on Dare's side.
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