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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2008 20:49:31 GMT -5
Michael shifted underneath Dare's hand, his exposure to the sun hadn't yet started to affect him, it never did immediately, and he copied Dare's movements. His hand dropped down Dare's side to the edge of his shirt, then up underneath, spreading his hand out over the warm skin. He had a passing thought of how easily they seemed to shift from awkwardness, to playful teasing, to such intensity, one of the last real thoughts he had, and it only propelled him forward to deepen the kiss.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2008 21:03:37 GMT -5
Dare inhaled deeply at the feel of Michael's hand against his skin. In unison, his own hands reached for the bottom of Michael's shirt, and he tucked his thumbs beneath the hem, sliding his palms against Michael's skin as he pushed the shirt up, then up farther, silently asking Michael to remove it. He'd have no problem removing his own right now, not with everything feeling so perfect, so dreamlike.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2008 21:11:30 GMT -5
Michael obliged almost without thinking, his shirt ending up on the ground beside him, just by the rose, and then his hands imitated Dare's, pushing his shirt up as well. He didn't really think about what they were doing, but he didn't think he would be able to find a way to convince himself not to do it. He loved Dare, and he was comfortable with him, there wasn't anything wrong with wanting just that little bit more.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2008 21:17:51 GMT -5
Dare raised his arms, letting Michael undress him just that small bit, and sighing at the relief of the soft breeze against his skin. His eyes were hazy in the brief moment he looked at Michael before closing the space between them and resuming the kiss. His hands found Michael's waist, then curled around to his back, trying to pace himself, trying not to rush through. This was too good to push to the end of. You're worth waiting for. I love you.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2008 21:55:42 GMT -5
Michael had seen that haze in Dare's eyes, and it had made his heart fly that there was that reaction. He tried to take in as much as he could of the feel of their skin touching like it was, something so new and so electrifying that he could barely stand it, but the thought of abandoning it was much worse and so he didn't give pulling away even a thought as he moved his hands up Dare's back.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 4, 2008 22:45:16 GMT -5
It was amazing, the clarity of the moment even through the haze. It was amazing how part of his mind could wonder through the vivid sensation of the light press of their bodies, the feel of their hands taking one another in. What turn of fate had brought him to Michael? What had he done to deserve this feeling? Dare shifted, guiding Michael back onto the cool grass so he could concentrate on the kiss, the touch, so much more comfortable than twisting to face him. Time fell away, and there was nothing but warmth, connection, intimacy, and the pleasure of everything between him and Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 13:13:26 GMT -5
Michael's eyebrows came together and he tried to take in as much as he could of Dare with his hands, and when he couldn't find a way to continue and was searching for something new, he slowly broke the kiss and moved his attention to Dare's jaw. He hadn't broken away from the kiss for something else since they had been at the lake long before, but the change felt right. He loved Dare, and was searching for another way to show it, so he pulled slightly away from his norm.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 15:47:52 GMT -5
Dare inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of Michael's hair, the scent of the grass as his mind whirled. Michael initiating something other than a kiss or holding hands was bliss. The feel of Michael's lips against him was maddening pleasure. Dare wanted to return the pleasure to him, but couldn't think to direct his body beyond more purposeful motions of his hand against Michael's skin. His other hand clenched lightly in Michael's hair as his bent arm supported what weight it could.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 17:42:22 GMT -5
Michael moved on from Dare's jaw to his neck, bending his own to nuzzle lightly against Dare. He searched, trying to find a spot that would get the same reaction that Dare got from him, a grin pulling at his lips at the thought of leaving a mark. A mark would be very visible with the shorter length of his curly hair. His hands traced the lines on Dare's back that he had learned, and his mind floated away as that wonderful tension started to take over.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 18:01:09 GMT -5
Dare didn't have a single thought about visible markings, not that he'd have had the desire to stop if that thought had occurred to him. He did, however, have a thought of parting his lips against Michael's neck as well. He did, gravitating toward that spot on Michael's neck, but pausing, gasping against Michael's skin as a jolt of electricity shot up his neck, then down his spine. Dare's brows drew together, and he forgot to move for a moment, then returned the favor for Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 18:32:53 GMT -5
Michael felt a thrill at the reaction and focused on that spot that had earned it just before he felt that familiar shiver from Dare's lips touching that spot on his own neck. He couldn't think straight, other than to keep up the smooth motions of his hands and lips against Dare. But, really, that was all that mattered at the moment, making Dare feel as good as he always made Michael feel.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 18:56:37 GMT -5
Dare was going insane from the sensations pulsing through him. He couldn't think, and every breath he pulled was an effort. He shifted against Michael, a reflexive motion he forced himself to stop no matter how much of a relief it was. Some instinctual part of him battled with itself, wanting to go on, but knowing they hadn't talked about it, it wasn't okay, he wouldn't just take. Worth waiting for. Dare renewed his assault on Michael's neck, trying to distract himself from the growing demands of his body.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 19:10:33 GMT -5
Had he been thinking, Michael's hand wouldn't have found its way down towards Dare's waistband to settle on the fabric, it would have stayed up with the other wrapped high on Dare's back. He wasn't thinking about the possibility of going too far, he had become used to knowing that they would eventually stop, it always happened, they always stopped before anything happened.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 19:17:35 GMT -5
Dare felt the motion of Michael's hand like fire against his skin, and for a moment, he took it for consent and shifted again. But that instinctual part of Dare that had stopped him before stopped him once more, and Dare found himself breaking his lips from Michael's neck and parting them beside his ear. "Can I?" was all he could manage to say, but it had to be enough. Enough for Michael to hear, to be able to think enough to say yes or no. Dare had no problem with it, even when he could think. He loved Michael, and it felt right to him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 5, 2008 19:35:21 GMT -5
Michael blinked and paused, taking a moment to figure out what exactly Dare was talking about. Then he linked the question with the movements Dare had been trying not to make. After another few moments he let his hand trace down Dare's spine and nodded, his body tightening with the answer in a wave of doubt before he put his head back in the crook of Dare's neck, telling himself he was fine with it.
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