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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 19, 2010 16:57:51 GMT -5
Robbie was quite enjoying himself. Anything different was of interest, and he loved the game. He might have wondered if he'd end up pulling, but didn't usually think about it. He just drew as close as his partner would allow, took as much contact, and when the mood took him, leaned to brush his nose against the start of the mark along the bloke's temple.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 19, 2010 17:04:43 GMT -5
Emilian drew in a short breath and his eyes went icy for a few seconds at that touch, but his reaction only went that far. If they had been anywhere else, under any other circumstances, he might have reacted differently. Still, he had to retaliate, and lowering a hand to the redhead's bum seemed like the perfect way to do it.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 19, 2010 17:55:04 GMT -5
As far as Robbie was concerned, that was the invitation he normally had to wait for. One of his hands echoed the motion, though it didn't stop at settling lightly. Why should it? The bloke was fit, and more than willing. Robbie took his attentions up a bit, testing to see how far he could get, and only willing to back down to the last safe spot if he had to.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 19, 2010 17:59:46 GMT -5
If it had been a long time since he had been in a situation such as this, it had been even longer since he had been with someone this forward. Well, there was Storm, but that was once. He raised an eyebrow in question at Robbie and turned his attention to returning touches and motions that he most certainly shouldn't have been doing.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 19, 2010 18:58:32 GMT -5
This was a bit of all right, and Robbie's lips curved at the turn it had taken. He didn't have a thought in his mind as his lips brushed the edge of Emilian's jaw, as aware of it as he might be. Thought was useless, and it wasn't what he was after. He wanted sensation, and was getting it quickly enough to make him want more.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 19, 2010 19:25:17 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes closed at the brief contact for a moment. He returned the gesture, having a passing thought of how odd it was to be with someone significantly taller than him. How did Michael stand being so much shorter than Dare? And why was he thinking of that? He obviously hadn't had enough to drink or enough sensation to fully stop him from thinking. He pulled the other body tighter against his and pressed his lips a little more firmly against the jaw.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 19, 2010 22:08:40 GMT -5
Robbie quite liked getting back what he was putting in. The game was fun and he enjoyed luring out some quiet thing that wasn't quite sure, but instant gratification was far better. He was drunk enough that initiating a kiss seemed like just the thing to do.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 20, 2010 14:48:37 GMT -5
Emilian was just fine accepting the kiss, and then returning it somewhat forcefully. In the short stretch it reminded him yet again of the differences, but he was thriving on them, eating up this opportunity to do as he pleased without thought to what problems it could cause in the future.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 20, 2010 14:58:56 GMT -5
The force of the kiss only grew as Robbie returned it. The dance was secondary now, more an excuse to keep moving together than any real response to the music. The battle to come was a massive draw, and he didn't mind kicking it off with firm hands and drawn brows. He hadn't yet sparked the need to take off into a darkroom, but when things were going this easily, it wasn't far off.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 20, 2010 15:21:12 GMT -5
Emilian had no intentions of letting Robbie rule the encounter, but he wasn't about to completely refuse the competition. He wasn't really even focusing on the end result, only on taking as much as he could. The power between them pushed him to use everything he could think of in his fuzzy memory to be sure he had the control.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 20, 2010 15:46:00 GMT -5
Things were getting hot fast, and Robbie's increasingly hungry mind took quick stock of where they were, then pushed. Hell if he was standing on the dance floor when he knew where they could go, and hell if he was stopping because the git in his arms was waiting for him to give it up and bend over.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 20, 2010 20:53:49 GMT -5
Emilian fully intended for Robbie to be the one to give it up and bend over, he wasn't about to. He would nearly as soon quit than do so. He wouldn't go down without a fight. For now, there was no reason to stop, only many, many reasons to push the both of them on until one of them broke.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 20, 2010 21:04:27 GMT -5
Robbie only broke the ravenous kiss to make the suggestion; there were better places to see this through, and he'd be happy to show them. He was ready to go, and it was bloody happening, however it played out. It was a short trip, and they'd just see what happened in the end.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 20, 2010 21:15:21 GMT -5
Emilian stepped back and smiled, gesturing for Robbie to lead the way. If there was a last minute to turn back and head home, he didn't take advantage of it. The door closed on a power struggle as each tried to take control over the other. Far from taking anything away, the struggle added to the tension and pleasure gained from it all.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 20, 2010 21:43:37 GMT -5
The intensity of it was bliss, and in the end that was all that mattered. Robbie's breaths came hard and fast as got his bearings after, and got himself sorted. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tapped one out into his hand, then silently offered one to Emilian. There was no reason to talk with a guy like him, so why bother?
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