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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 9, 2010 12:01:47 GMT -5
Chase's rebellious body roared to life, every touch relief. His mind screamed at him, but the feel of skin on skin was enough to distract him from what he was doing. He wasn't looking ahead like Emilian was. He'd never done this before and would have gladly pretended he was with some hard-muscled, athletic girl if not for the obvious differences. He wanted to take, but his ego insisted that he give as well.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 9, 2010 13:16:59 GMT -5
Emilian was looking ahead, that was the only reason they were doing this, anyway. His hands moved, urging and guiding in a way he had never had to do before. At the moment, he truly didn't care. He would make it feel good, no matter how new or odd it was for it to be Chase, and for it to be Chase on top.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 9, 2010 13:41:10 GMT -5
Chase hadn't been guided in years, but he wanted to do this while he was still incapable of thinking. It was hot, sweaty, juicy, tangy, messy relief. When it was over, he was in a daze. It had been far too long, and now... now he was realizing what he'd just done and with whom. His eyes widened, and he pulled back in horror at himself. Desperate times... The old adage didn't comfort him.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 9, 2010 19:39:32 GMT -5
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Emilian said, rolling his eyes. "You know you liked it." He stood and started searching for his clothes. He glanced around, realizing that, no matter the comedic fodder he got from this little foray, he still had to live with the guy on a tiny island for who knew how long. His eyes turned icy for a moment before he shook it off. "When you're ready for round two, I'll be over there," he said, gesturing before starting to walk, clothes slung over an arm.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 9, 2010 21:09:14 GMT -5
Chase lay where he was on the sand, glaring after Emilian until he realized he was naked. He didn't need to be looking at Emilian's butt any more than he needed to relive any part of what had happened. Disgusted with himself despite how much better he felt, he got up to retrieve his own clothes. "I'm not gay!" he yelled. He headed back to his tree for now to sleep it off. There was no way in hell he was doing that again.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 9, 2010 21:58:01 GMT -5
"Of course you aren't," Emilian called back. He added something to the end of it, but he was smart enough not to yell it halfway across the island. Still, it gave him a grin and a chuckle to himself. It had been fun, and he gave it another week or two before Chase gave in and came asking, no, begging for more.
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