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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 15:55:04 GMT -5
Ariel watched, then just let himself enjoy how Markise looked just then for a moment before he moved his hands up Markise's sides to push off his shirt and drop it off to the side. His eyes then trailed down that smooth torso and then his hands followed, his eyes shimmering slightly as they followed the path of his hands. His hands moved slowly, almost too slowly, but he wanted to take in as much as he could.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 16:08:20 GMT -5
Markise's lips parted again as he lowered his arms, almost unable to breathe at the way Ariel was looking at him, touching him. For a moment, he watched Ariel watch him, his eyelids growing heavier by the moment. Then he dropped his eyes, down to those sun-darkened hands against his pale skin. Ariel had never been with a guy before. His hands were so slow, so painfully slow, and every slight motion sent shocks of electric heat through Markise's skin. It was unexpected how much those motions made him feel. He felt like he was being visually devoured, like there was no one else more desirable in the world, as far as as Ariel was concerned. Markise shivered from the experience.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 16:21:42 GMT -5
Ariel tilted his head, his hair falling down over his eyes as he watched his hands. His hands had slid down low, met the edge of Markise's pants, before his eyes broke from them to meet Markise's. They paused and then moved to wrap around his hips and lean in to resume the kiss, not caring for the moment that his own shirt was still on, just wanting the kiss back. He wanted to revel in what they were doing, and remember it so that he could think about it later.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 16:29:00 GMT -5
Markise's eyes had given Ariel no reason to stop. They'd seen one another nearly undressed at the lake when they'd gone swimming, so there should be nothing wrong with seeing again. Markise returned Ariel's kiss, pouring himself into it, and his hands moved. They settled at Ariel's waist, then caught the hem of his shirt, dragging it up now, pressing lightly, but insistently at the undersides of Ariel's arms. I want it off. He broke the kiss mid-stroke and tugged. "Take it off," he said softly.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 16:34:26 GMT -5
Ariel went back into the kiss as he pulled his hands away, he didn't want to break contact even if he knew it would be all the better if he did for just the few seconds it would take to pull his shirt over his head. A few seconds later he was forced to pull away from the kiss to pull the shirt off and drop it with Markise's on the floor by them. He went to settle his hands back on Markise's hips, but soon found himself moving them over his chest again instead.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 16:43:15 GMT -5
Markise made another soft sound, his brows knitting at the intensity of Ariel's kiss. He could feel how much Ariel wanted him, and it was incredible, unbelievable. Markise's hands, like Ariel's, gravitated toward the other boy's chest, fingers spreading in an attempt to take it all in at once. But his hands couldn't stay still. They slid down Ariel's body, then back up, cresting his shoulders just to take a path up into the back of Ariel's thick hair. Markise held on for sanity again, clinging to Ariel to keep him upright.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 16:59:00 GMT -5
Ariel's mind was back at the lake, a vision of Markise barely dressed coming to his mind. He wondered, did Markise wear the same kind of underwear all the time? One hand kept up its explorations of his chest and the other fell down to the edge of his pants again, wanting, but not exactly sure how to ask. Ariel tried to focus his wants into the kiss, but it was so hard, when his finger could dip just under the edge of that fabric.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 17:37:04 GMT -5
Markise wasn't at all used to being asked, and so he made no connection between the shift in the kiss and the way Ariel's hand hovered at the edge of his pants. He was becoming frustrated now at the starts and stops. Markise's lips broke from Ariel's again, once more speaking between brief kisses. "Whatever it...is...just...do it," he breathed, then resumed the kiss, more intense, if possible, because of those necessary pauses.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 17:47:28 GMT -5
Ariel had just accepted the fact that he did like Markise, surely he wasn't expected to just go ahead and do everything so soon after, was he? And so he waited for Markise, instead of just going with what he wanted. But at those breathed words he let his hand travel forward along the waist of Markise's pants to just do it. His other hand abandoned its place on Markise's chest and moved around his back again.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 17:56:52 GMT -5
Another shiver raced through Markise's body, from the sensation of Ariel's hand and the anticipation of its direction. Possibilities flashed through his mind--would Ariel... He couldn't think beyond visual flashes and emotion, desire the most prevalent by far. Whatever it is... Markise shifted toward Ariel's hand, encouraging. Just do it, he thought, his kiss shifting, luring rather than demanding.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 18:06:27 GMT -5
Ariel's hand found a button, and then a zipper and then... His eyebrows came together and he tilted his head farther into the kiss, his mind reeling with what was happening. Faintly, his mind recognized the fact that he had met Markise all of two other times, but that fact didn't mean much when he thought about how good it all felt. He spread his other hand out on Markise's lower back.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 18:12:56 GMT -5
Markise whimpered, a sound that was barely audible, though he felt it clear into the depths of his stomach. He felt... Markise's hands clenched Ariel's hair, and he shifted, encouraging again. Part of him wanted to let go, to reach for that tattered belt, but the rest of him wanted to know what Ariel would do next. Would he? Markise moved one of his feet to the side, just slightly, shifted, and was rewarded by the feel of cloth sliding against his legs.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 18:34:55 GMT -5
Ariel didn't have experience, but he knew what he liked, and when he got a particular reaction, like those sounds he liked getting from Markise, he used it. He loved getting those reactions, but he tried to keep some of his focus on the kiss, no matter how much he wanted to concentrate on other things. He wasn't ready just yet to pull away and break that kiss.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 21, 2008 18:45:36 GMT -5
Ariel didn't need to break the kiss. Markise kept up somehow, the motions of his tongue telling Ariel quite clearly how much he liked this. He loved this. When it was over, his blood still ran hot and fast. He was floating, flying, and God, he needed to share it, needed to give it back. Markise slowed the kiss as his hands released Ariel's hair, sliding slowly down his neck, his chest, to that belt, to work the buckle free. Your turn.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 21, 2008 18:53:16 GMT -5
Ariel could see himself easily becoming addicted to that, to making Markise feel good and, through that, making himself feel amazing. His hand moved, pulling up to Markise's side and around to his back, though he didn't pull him tight. Ariel realized what was happening, and he shifted his hips towards Markise's hands, encouraging. His blood ran hot and his kiss turned more excited, more eager, in anticipation.
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