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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 17:34:35 GMT -5
Michael's lips curved into a full grin. The look in Dare's eyes urged him on, and just the tips of his fingers worked their way underneath Dare's shirt like his other hand. His mind went back to when Dare had painted his nails, and he wanted to continue what he had been doing that day, trailing his fingers over Dare's chest, but he resisted the urge and just let his fingers edge their way up on Dare's sides.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 17:45:53 GMT -5
It was slow torture, and Dare loved it. His eyes were already growing hazy, and they dropped again to Michael's mouth. He paused for one long moment before blinking and dragging his gaze back up to Michael's for all the good it did when Michael was looking at him like that. Dare shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable again, and working out just a bit of energy. It didn't help much.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 18:02:13 GMT -5
Michael's eyes dropped to Dare's lips, his own parting slightly as he fought down the need to kiss him. His hands spread out over Dare's sides and his eyes traveled away from those lips down to his chin, his jaw, his neck. Each one something that he loved about Dare, though it wasn't nearly everything, there was so much more. His eyes finally moved back up to meet Dare's, warm with everything he was feeling.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 18:17:21 GMT -5
Dare tensed, just that look in Michael's eyes nearly pushing him over the edge. He never really watched Michael watch him like that, with that undeniable warmth. Dare's lips felt suddenly dry, and his tongue slipped out to moisten them. Dare couldn't take the inaction, not when Michael was still going, not when just being looked at was driving him crazy. He needed to move, and so his hands slid forward around Michael's shoulder, lowering to unbutton just the top button of Michael's shirt, then settling lightly against him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 18:32:40 GMT -5
Michael had to drop his eyes, which were momentarily caught up with the motion of Dare's tongue, and then the lightly shining skin of Dare's lips. His gaze then fell down once more to Dare's chin and throat, down his chest and to the hem of his shirt that was being pulled up ever so slowly by Michael's hands. He shifted slightly underneath Dare's hands, just that one button a tease more than anything.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 18:54:57 GMT -5
As much as Dare tried to concentrate on the slow motion of his hands toward that second button, the feel of Michael's hands against him, of air teasing against his skin, and especially that shift of Michael's body, was distracting. His hands kept pausing in their motions against Michael's chest, and finally, Dare gave up moving his hands, letting them rest on either side of that second button. He inhaled deeply, trying to cool himself.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 19:06:18 GMT -5
Michael's thumbs moved around to Dare's stomach, feeling the smooth muscles as he moved his hands up. His eyes hooked on the skin that was being exposed, watching intently with open lips, his heart pounding in his chest. When his eyes finally broke away from that skin and trailed up to Dare's face, hovering on his lips before meeting his eyes. Kiss me.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 19:19:02 GMT -5
Dare was near breathless watching Michael, even before their eyes met. Something in the shine of those eyes pulled Dare in, and he was half a breath from Michael's lips before he paused. What was he waiting for? Dare shifted just that bit farther, bringing their lips together at last, relief sparking flame at the touch.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 19:32:35 GMT -5
Michael's eyes fell closed and he sighed into the kiss, his hands moving around Dare to spread against his back. There was something unusual about the kiss, it felt just as intense as ever, but something felt different, perhaps just a different level of it all. Whatever it was, Michael loved it and drank it all in, opening his lips to deepen the kiss.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 19:52:58 GMT -5
Dare shifted slightly on Michael's lap, trying to draw closer to him, to feel complete. He wanted so much, he wanted this, so badly that there was nothing outside the contact. God, I want you. It was slow, but so deep, so incredibly intense. His hands worked the buttons of Michael's shirt, but took their time, sliding every one free as though unwrapping a priceless gift. Michael was that for him. I love you.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 20:05:33 GMT -5
Michael wanted to give Dare more, wanted to be able to let go, but he couldn't do it, and so set himself to making Dare feel as good as he could while still being comfortable. One hand slid back around to the front to move up Dare's stomach and chest. The other remained low on Dare's back, the bottom of his hand just on the edge of Dare's pants.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 20:52:08 GMT -5
Dare wasn't thinking about what he was missing. It was there, in the back of his mind, in the tension of his body, but all he was aware of was the taste of the kiss and the feel of Michael's hands against him. And the sudden realization that he'd freed the last button. Dare sighed against the kiss as his hands smoothed between the folds of cloth, taking in the muscles of his stomach.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 21:34:19 GMT -5
Michael shifted, arching into those hands, he loved how it felt when Dare touched him, especially in the way he was now. His hand pulled away from Dare's chest, out from under his shirt and up to his neck, fingers curling around the back to hold him close. The movement seemed to make Michael's shoulders tense slightly with the new position of his arm.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 21:47:47 GMT -5
Dare's brows knitted at that shift of Michael's body, and he shifted as well, needing more outlet for the pressure building inside him. Dare's hands moved, wanting to take in all of Michael, and for less than a second, they rode up onto the waist of Michael's jeans. Dare caught himself, and his hands swept up in unison, moving to Michael's shoulders to slide that soft flannel back. He slowed himself again, tried to gather himself back for Michael. He wanted this to be beautiful, didn't want anything to go wrong for Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 13, 2008 22:00:35 GMT -5
Michael sat up slightly and pulled his hands to himself to pull at the cuffs of his shirt. When his arms were free he moved his hands back to where they had been before, keeping Dare pulled close as he relaxed back into the couch again. He wasn't sure what he wanted at times, but at times like this, he knew that this was what he wanted.
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