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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 21:37:12 GMT -5
The bit of cloth Dare had removed took with it a massive weight from his shoulders. He felt like he could breathe again. That brief smile he'd seen had buoyed Dare, and his heart felt like it would explode. Dare forced himself to slow just a bit, trying to will himself to back down the intensity, but only to a more manageable level. He wanted the intensity, but he didn't want to get to a point where he'd be begging Michael for relief. Still, the desire was there.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 21:51:20 GMT -5
Michael pulled a bit from the kiss, shifting his focus to Dare's lower lip, taking it lightly between his teeth. His hand moved around from Dare's back to his side, then around to his stomach and up his chest to finally settle on the back of his neck. He didn't know why he was being more outgoing, but he had come upon a good mood, even better than he normally felt around Dare, and he planned to get the most out of it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 21:59:13 GMT -5
Dare's muscles had shivered at the touch of Michael's hand against his stomach, and the heat pooling low in his abdomen rose several degrees as a result. The path that hand had taken still tingled, burned pleasantly, and Dare groaned softly at the feel of Michael's teeth teasing against him. Dare had absolutely no argument in him over Michael's sudden shifting of the balance of control between them. He loved it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 22:16:09 GMT -5
Michael took his time with Dare's lip before finally giving him a proper kiss that left his own blood rushing through his veins. He debated for a second, then brushed his lips against Dare's and moved down to his jaw, venturing out of his usual status and into a more leading role. The change brought something new to the experience, something that interested Michael, so he pursued it, though if Dare decided to change it back he wouldn't mind.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 22:25:31 GMT -5
Dare clung to Michael for sanity. One arm was wrapped around Michael's shoulders, supporting some of his weight against the couch even as his hand curled against the cloth of Michael's shirt. The other hand swept back through Michael's hair, curving around the back of his head, encouraging, holding on. All thought of more was put on indefinite hold, everything in his body focused on Michael, and wondering, anticipating, what he might do next.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 22:33:17 GMT -5
Michael took the encouragement and went in search of that spot he had found on Dare's neck. His hands left their places almost reluctantly to move to Dare's sides and around to his back. He wasn't consciously considering the change in roles, only knowing that he was enjoying himself and not planning on stopping just yet. If he did consider the change, he wouldn't really even consider it a true change of roles, just a way of expressing himself that he didn't usually use.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 22:43:14 GMT -5
Dare was still pulling quick breaths when Michael's lips caused a jolt of electricity to shoot up his neck. It lodged briefly at the back of his neck, then swept down his spine, trailing heat through him. Dare let out a soft, unconscious sound, his breath hitching a moment, his hands tightening. He couldn't think of anything to do, couldn't seem to make himself move, but his neck arched against Michael's lips all the same, giving him whatever access he wanted.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 22:56:15 GMT -5
Michael broke into a small smile at the sound he heard from Dare and then he focused on that spot. His hands moved around to Dare's sides and then stopped mirroring his movements, one moving back around and up Dare's back, the other moving over his side. He loved how everything felt, the new sensations and the responses he was getting from Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 22, 2008 23:21:12 GMT -5
Dare's mind swam, lost in a sea of sensation. The soft feel of flannel against his skin was almost ticklish, and the strength of Michael's arms and hands, the familiar warmth of his mouth doing less-familiar things was nearly overwhelming. Dare couldn't think, but he couldn't hold still, either. He felt like he might spark flame either way, but one way came with an outlet for some of the wonderful tension driving him insane. Dare's neck curved, and he pressed his mouth to the nearest spot on Michael's neck, then parted his lips.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 9:11:52 GMT -5
Michael hadn't realized how much tension had been building inside of him until he felt Dare's lips open on his skin and he breathed a long sigh against Dare's neck because of it. He wanted to take in more of Dare, and so the hand at Dare's side moved inwards towards his stomach, spreading out to take in as much as possible. His own shirt, while not enough to annoy him just yet, was beginning to make itself known, the strange feel of the sleeves where they had remained partially pushed up becoming more obvious as he began to yearn for Dare to touch him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 10:29:40 GMT -5
Dare's stomach tightened, heated at Michael's touch, so close to something he knew wouldn't happen. It felt so good, he couldn't stop himself from echoing the motion for Michael, dropping his hand from Michael's hair to slip under the front of his shirt. His hand spread wide over the muscles there, loving the solid feel of them and the smooth warmth of Michael's skin. He was dizzy, unable to think, but God, what he felt more than made up for it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 10:54:44 GMT -5
Michael's lips moved from their place, sliding farther down Dare's neck and towards his collarbone and shoulder. His eyebrows came together at the feel of Dare's hand on his stomach and he shifted to press lightly against it, encouraging him to continue. Everything felt so intimate, so intense, that Michael could barely think for the feelings running through him. He let his hand move up Dare's torso slowly, taking in everything as it went.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 12:14:38 GMT -5
Dare made another softly choked sound as his lips parted from Michael's neck. This was amazing, it was insanity, and Dare was loving every minute of it. His mind wasn't working, but even through the thick haze he could still feel Michael's shirt, soft as it was brushing against him. Dare's hands shifted and converged, catching at the front and blindly seeking buttons. He didn't want Michael's kiss to stop, didn't want to disturb his touch. All he wanted was for Michael's shirt to part, to make it easier for his hands to move against him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 12:46:27 GMT -5
Michael faintly considered helping Dare, but couldn't bring himself to pull his hands away from their places on Dare's body, could barely even hear the thought that considered doing it. So he just shifted slightly, moving his hand up on Dare's chest to open himself up enough to make it that much easier for Dare to work. He focused on trying to find any other sensitive spots he could use to bring a reaction from Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 23, 2008 12:56:11 GMT -5
Once Dare had found one button, the others were easier, a straight shot up until his fingers slipped the last free. Then he pushed the shirt wide, and his hands smoothed against Michael's chest, curving over the muscles, then sweeping back down, low on Michael's stomach. He'd meant to sweep back up, but Michael's lips had brushed a thrill of energy low on the crook of his neck, and he paused, pulling a sharp breath. The world tilted slightly as his mind spun, and then his hands firmed against Michael, fingers resuming their motions against his skin.
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