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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:01 am
Jory's pulse wasn't the only one racing as blue eyes met, he really had such a nice set of eyes on him. Though honestly it was his personality that attracted him the most, the monster wasn't really vain so, Jory's beautiful skin color and scales could be completely gone and he'd still likely be as drawn to the other boil. Something about awkwardness, just did it for him, maybe it was the sense of control he could get with the boil or just the peace and quiet he could share with a like minded partner.
Regardless he didn't have time to mull over things now, considering there was something much more pressing to attend to, like ravish his new boilfriend.
Just the brief little bit of that excited laugh he heard, made him want to hear it more. Though for now he was focused on thoroughly kissing Jory until one of them had to break for air. As legs wrapped around him, it was like everything fit into place, the others anxiousness seemed to be gone since he was behaving normal and that alone relieved what little tension Zaire had for losing him.
After a moment he pulled back, a thumb stroking over the other monsters cheek, "you know....blues my ...favorite color.." On a smirk he went back in for a n** of Jory's lips, clearly not done kissing him yet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 5:33 pm
Why did breathing have to be a thing? It was so incredibly inconvenient at times like these. He didn't want the taller boil drawing away, and a protesting whine leaked out paste parting lips. It didn't matter that he was breathless himself, the boil was a little beyond logic at this point, and just wanted to reclaim the feel of those lips against his own. Oh, but Zaire fif have pretty eyes, and as the mahamba looked down at him, a thumb stroking along his cheek, goosebumps ran along his skin in a tingling rush. "It is?" He barely had time to ask before teeth were grazing at his lower lips, and there were more pressing concerns to worry over. Like how sweet the other boil tasted. River water, clear and cool. It gave the afanc a heady rush, made him crave more. Another taste, another touch. He was downing in just how wonderful everything felt to him. Everything so so new, the smallest touch had him catching his breath, a look could send his stomach fluttering, a thought had him blushing. It was scary, and wonderful, and amazing all at once. It was Jory's turn to break their kiss this time, drawing in a deep breath as his fingers slid though dark hair, combing it back from the other mahamba's face and gathering it together in one hand. It left his face bare, and Jory let his eyes take in just how handsome the boil above him was. "Your hair looks good like this."
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 10:21 pm
Breathing really was an inconvenience, if only they could be ghost. With the whine Zaire's hands were moving, trying to give the other some kind of contact to keep him pleased. Slender warm fingers began pushing up under the fabric of the afanc's shirt to play at blue skin and scale. As always the touch had an excitement boiling below and a low murring noise thrumming from his chest out past his lips. Jory felt amazing, he had really gotten lucky to be able to be this close to the awkward cutie.
Much to his delight the graze of teeth had worked in cutting chatter short, Zaire didn't want to talk. It was much better to show someone how you felt anyways, at least in his opinion and he was going to show Jory exactly how that was with each caress and kiss. He wanted the other to know how curious he was about him as his hands explored the cool, earthy scented body, how happy and excited he was that Jory was now his with each eager kiss he stole.
Locked by lip again it was Jory that pulled back and his turn to whine, fingers pressing down to dig half moon shapes into the others hips and hopefully keep him still. It was only now that as he caught his breath and leaned into Jory's glide of fingers through his hair, that he noticed how far up he had pushed the other boils shirt. Which was exactly high enough to have a good view of chest, on a slow smirk he willed himself to behave and look into the admiring eyes.
"Hmm...you think..so?" Zaire chuckled turning to kiss at the hands that held his hair, he had never bothered to really try and style it much since was to damn long to mess with, but if Jory liked it pulled back that was simple enough. "...Maybe..I'll wear it up more...just for you.." Another laugh was given before his eyes broke a heated stare on the other boil to glance towards the spookies, just a check to make sure none of his minis had attacked them and maybe because he was starting to get hungry again.
Because giving attention to his boilfriend totally counted as exercise.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:20 pm
As Jory felt the brush of thick fingers along his stomach and sides, beneath his shirt, he stilled, quieting down again and sinking into that gentle touch. It brought goosebumps to his arms, made him shiver, and he rewarded the mahamba's efforts with a sound of content. It was almost too much, almost tickling, but it rode the thin line between the two and just felt wonderful. The subtle bite of nails was exciting, but this? This was soothing, even with Zaire working hard to convince the afanc of just how appealing he found his boilfriend. And speaking of nails. As he'd drawn back to catch his breath he felt the sharp prickle against his hips as a similar whine rolled up out of from the taller boil's lips. It made him a grunt, a soft, squeaking noise, and he lifted his head to lay a soft kiss on Zaire's chin. "Really?" It was a simple thing, and yet hearing that the boil was willing to go to effort just for the smaller boil beneath him, had the brightest of smiles spreading along soft blue lips. He wasn't used to people doing things for him, of course he wasn't used to being around people in general. He'd never had real friends, not like he had here, and certainly never a significant other. The generosity of the people that seemed to care for him was at times a little overwhelming, but in a good way. It made him feel important, like he never had before. That little flick of blue eyes towards where he knew the spookies were sitting drew a giggle from the afanc, one he tried to muffle, pressing his face in against the larger boil's neck. "Go ahead," was murmured against tanned skin. "We can share them."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 5:56 pm
"Course..." The word was firm, since it was meant, why not please the other if it made him happy. They were dating now after all and it wasn't like it was a request to never eat sweets or not play at the arcade. Zaire honestly was a flexible boil, as long as it didn't interfere with something he wanted or required to much effort he was for down to doing it.
Besides, Zaire reckoned anything was worth seeing that smile, blues crinkled at the corners and he nipped playfully at Jory.
The giggle from the afanc brought out a smirk and press of hip, Jory was a little of a brat wasn't he, not that Zaire minded. In fact a part of the larger boil nearly wanted to bring more of it out, if his assumption was right. A shudder for the words along skin came and then a growl as he stretched to reach for the bag, keeping his place a top of Jory. Opening the package a spookie was held down to the smaller before promptly pulled up and taken in one bite.
"Share......whats ..that?" A devious little grin was flashed to Jory, one that told him if he wanted one, it would cost him. Because a game for spookies was really the best way to spend the rest of the day.
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