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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 12:27:43 GMT -5
Dare's mouth paused in the kiss, a half gasp, half moan slipping from his lips at the feel of Michael's hands. And that sound Michael had made... Dare's brows knitted as he threw himself back into the kiss, his mind completely lost now. He echoed the motion of Michael's hands, then pushed him lightly back onto the couch, his own body following eagerly, pressing to Michael's as he brought his feet up to lie atop Michael. One arm rose, laying beside Michael's head to support some of his weight, his hand curving into Michael's hair, and the other swept over Michael's upper body, taking in every muscle as he gave up control for heat.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 12:38:15 GMT -5
Michael's hands didn't stop, not when they had pulled that reaction from Dare, and he settled comfortably back into the couch. He was loving being there with Dare, everything so intense and that kiss... Michael could barely think through the kiss, and he wasn't really sure he even wanted to be able to think, not if not thinking meant feelings as wonderful as what he felt now.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 12:43:56 GMT -5
Dare was working harder to pull in air, Michael's hands driving him insane. Sparks, then trails of electricity shot through his body from the places Michael touched, gathering low in his body, where they roiled and surged. Dare had to break the kiss to pull deep lungfuls of air, but before a heartbeat had passed, his lips had found Michael's jaw and were trailing hard, sucking kisses down his neck. He wanted to devour Michael, wanted any outlet that would keep him from breaking.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 12:51:50 GMT -5
Michael was soon taking sharp, quick breaths as his head relaxed back into the cushion, silently begging Dare for more as his hands continued to work. Then he took one away, trailing it down Dare's front and moving around his side, to his back, to settle low on his back, just at the edge of his pants, for a few long moments before moving slowly up his spine.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 12:58:41 GMT -5
Dare's entire body shivered at the trail of sensation up and down his spine. He paused for all of a moment, inhaling deeply before throwing himself back into his assault on Michael. His lips trailed down Michael's neck and collarbone, down his chest to one of the spots he knew would drive Michael crazy, and his mouth worked against it, his brows knitting at the combination of everything he could feel, taste, and hear, at the smell of his skin. He knew he was drawing to the end of his limits, but he couldn't stop himself just yet.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 13:09:38 GMT -5
Michael took in a sharp, deep breath which just brought his chest up closer to Dare. He didn't know how they could possibly stop, how in the world it could end, but he knew it couldn't go on forever, however much he may have wanted it to. When he remembered to breathe again he moved his hands, the one at Dare's back moving up to his hair and the other moving to his arm.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 13:19:11 GMT -5
Dare didn't let himself stay put for long, but parted his lips against the other spot instead, trying not to give Michael long enough in one place to panic. His free hand settled low on Michael's stomach, just at the waistline of his pants, then smoothed up slowly, his fingers tracing the ripple of the muscles there. God, he wanted to move, to press against Michael. Dare broke away from Michael's chest, taking his mouth again in a powerful kiss that stood no chance of mellowing things, though he told himself it would.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 13:28:39 GMT -5
Michael's eyebrows came together and his arms wrapped around Dare's waist, holding him close. He was wishing that he had pulled his arms out of his sleeves, so he could feel more of Dare's skin against his, but he wasn't about to pull his arms away and try to do it now, not when everything was so very intense. He didn't know how much longer they would last, but he returned Dare's kiss with as much emotion and feeling as he could.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 13:33:36 GMT -5
Dare's head was spinning so fast that he felt like he might topple, taking Michael with him. His hand slid around Michael's side, down between him and the couch to the back of his jeans, holding him, touching him, and telling himself as firmly as he could that he couldn't go any farther. His entire body was tensing further, but he didn't break the kiss, didn't ask for more or shift his hips like he desperately wanted to. He groaned softly as he reigned himself in and attempted to grasp back his control.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 13:43:09 GMT -5
Michael shifted to get comfortable with Dare's hand against him, and his hands moved in unison up Dare's back and to his shoulders, holding him close. The blood rushed through his veins, Michael could feel it pulsing through him and could hear it pumping in his ears, it was all he was aware of outside of Dare. He didn't know how he had ever enjoyed being with anyone else, not when this was what it felt like to be with someone he really, truly connected to.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 13:55:44 GMT -5
Just that slight motion of Michael's body pushed Dare's control out of his reach again. He shifted, only once, against Michael, then pulled his body up, slightly away from Michael's despite Michael's hold on him. He somehow hoped that even that slight distance would make it easier to back down, but he couldn't give up the kiss, couldn't end it. For the moment, he was left in a limbo where he wanted but couldn't take, where he told himself he should stop, but didn't want to. The kiss went on, refusing to slow.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 14:03:44 GMT -5
Michael loosened his arms, something telling him that the space was needed at the moment, and settled his hands on Dare's sides. He didn't want the kiss to end, but he could give up some of that contact if it was needed, if it would stop the kiss from ending. While it probably needed to end, while his blood needed to cool, he couldn't bring himself to do it, not when everything still felt so good.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 14:12:01 GMT -5
Dare wasn't calming down at all, only winding up more the more he tried to restrain himself. It was back to that feeling of anticipation, and he couldn't stop himself from moving. He raised up higher onto the arm supporting his weight against the couch, attempting to further the distance between them, but at the same time, his hips shifted again, without his permission, and the result was a loss of balance. Dare's eyes opened with surprise as he found himself toppling, then thudding onto his back on the floor, completely breathless and painfully close to exploding.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 14:19:43 GMT -5
Michael breathed in sharply at the sudden loss of Dare and blinked up at the ceiling for a moment before realizing what had happened. He pushed himself up on an elbow and looked down to see Dare laying on the floor. "Are you okay?" he asked, somewhat breathlessly, as he sat up more on the couch. He tried to fight through the haze in his mind to concentrate on Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 18, 2008 14:27:45 GMT -5
Dare's immediate response was a low groan. His back hurt, and the jarring thud of the floor had done nothing to help the condition of his more private areas. "I'm okay," Dare managed at last. His head was swimming, and it took some time to push up into even a half-sitting position, his eyes still hazy from the kiss and the shock that had ended it. His other hand rose, trying to steady his head, though it did little good. "Are you okay?" Dare asked Michael, for the moment forgetting that he was the only one who'd fallen. It just seemed right to return the question.
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