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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2020 5:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2021 6:23 pm
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 Being in love was agonizing and maddening all at once. His very being vibrated with the bone-deep desire to be skin close with his lover at all times. A small part of him was ashamed of how needy he'd become over such a short period of time, but he didn't have the strength to fight it. Hadn't had the strength to fight it ever since their first date time at the bar. The poor b*****d was forever doomed to hunger for Marcel's touch. For everything that was Marcel Velaquez.
Virgil could consider himself blessed that a small part of that hunger could be satiated. There would always be something that would interrupt their time together, be it the mundane routine of everyday life or a threat to their happiness, but he could enjoy himself and his lover's company without worry. It seemed almost criminal. His tongue dipped out for a split second to capture any remaining taste of Marcel on his lips after their kiss broke, his golden gaze peering at him with a deep reverence of someone in the presence of their god.
His brain was too lost to appreciate the fact that the veteran hadn't immediately shot the request down. Virgil's lips parted as he struggled to form some sort of witty reply although another kiss thankfully silenced any would-be failure on his part. He had to stretch underneath him to avoid rolling his hips into the delightful warmth on top while his fingers continued to slowly massage the firm globe. Could he just die now, pretty please? Allowing himself to surrender and follow Marcel's lead made him feel like he was going to drown from the pleasure of it. Everything they shared wasn't enjoyable, but this was different. It had to be the blind trust he held for him. It was freeing, to simply allow things to happen without having to try to dominate or even think. He could just focus and drink up every sensation that was being kissed by Marcel.
His head limply thudded back against the tub's edge once his mouth was freed again. Unfocused eyes now stared up at the ceiling. He blinked. Convince him of what? What had they'd been talking about? Was it important? His lips pulled into a slightly sheepish smile as he looked at him. Marcel could've demanded anything of the lycan in that moment. Go to work. Change the oil in his car. Wash the walls. Birth a child. He would've done it.
But the mental haze didn't last for long, Virgil turning his head to avoid those addictive coming for a fourth kiss. "Well..." So maybe talking and thinking weren't up to par yet. It wasn't his fault. He'd never been one to claim he was good with words, though, so he couldn't be called a liar. His talents laid elsewhere as far as his mouth was concerned. One hand dragged itself upward to rest on the back of Marcel's head as he began to gently nibble at his neck again. The hand that remained, however, had less innocent intentions as it dared to travel lower to gently pull and spread. "Lettin' me worship ya would be ah more practical use of your time, darlin'." He stopped his nibbling and nuzzled his nose underneath his jaw. "An' honestly? It might be better t'keep my a** at home. 'Cause if I see that lil' crush of yours, I might eat 'im." An animalistic growled huff that couldn't be denied came out as he thought of the b*****d that'd almost touched Marcel. What started as something built of pure love quickly became an urge to take his mate right then and there, but at least the cooling water was helping to ward it off.
He nuzzled into his neck as he brought up his arms to hug onto Marcel. "Jus'...can't help it. Th' thought of anyone touchin' and disrespectin' my mate like that pisses me off."
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2021 8:29 am
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 Marcel's emotions were all going into overdrive as he sat there in the bath trying to get himself to be as close as he physically could be to Virgil. The pure neediness was beyond anything he had ever felt before in his life, even with Kendra he never felt such a desire to drop everything and remain with her. Not that she would have ever allowed such a thing being the work driven woman that she was. This feeling was driving the Hispanic insane as the other man held him close as if he understood just how the other was feeling at this moment. Seeing his eyes had changed to a familiar gold Marcel stared into the others eyes and appreciated the sight before him and shook his head a little bit as he leaned forward "You're....so beautiful..." he couldn't resist the compliment and praise from tumbling past his lips as had dove back in for yet another kiss as a soul deep carnal need for closeness had overtaken him. Had he taken a moment to think logically he'd realize that he was only acting this way out of desperation to enjoy every moment he could with his boyfriend. The dream had scared him that badly to where the thought of losing himself forever was a very real fear and he wanted to take in every second with Virgil. It was silly of course but one couldn't help how they felt, it was something he'd realize later when his emotions settled down. Marcel was taking the lead here without even truly trying to, at this moment it all just felt so natural like it was second nature. He happily allowed his instincts to steer him at this moment as once he pulled back Virgil had the audacity to turn his head and avoided another kiss, how dare he! So as punishment for such things Marcel dipped down and began to n** at the others throat, biting and sucking on different areas gently only just leaving marks that faded within a few moments. It was no fun trying to mark Virgil, he always healed up almost instantly! Nonetheless it didn't deter Marcel as he listened to the other man began to speak and soon began to return the sentiments which caused Marcel to moan softly, it was gentle and felt good, real good. Hearing the others reasoning caused Marcel to let out a small laugh before nodding his head. Worship him? That sounded fun. However his next comment had brought Marcel slightly out of his stupor and caused him to genuinely laugh a bit at the other man when he stated he wanted to eat Teiru for the other day. Listening to the others apology and comment after being hugged made Marcel return the hug without a second thought "It's okay, I understand Querido..." he gently stroked the others hair, knowing full well what it could do to him "How about I show you just how much I belong to you and you belong to me?" that was pretty much full confirmation that he was choosing to stay home today. With that Marcel dipped his head down for one final breathtaking kiss, his tongue exploring the others mouth with great enthusiasm. Finally he stepped out of the quickly cooling bathwater where he grabbed a towel and toweled himself off, purposely bending over a bit to give the other a view before smirking over his shoulder "Dry off and go lay down on the bed, I'll be right with you" he assured the other man before walking into his bedroom and grabbed his cell phone off it's charger and went out into the living room not bothering with even getting dressed. It felt like today he wouldn't need it. Marcel would turn the temperature up just a bit so the apartment wouldn't be as chilly for the two of them before then turning on the TV and quickly switched to a music channel that was playing some rather romantic music. He would then make a quick call into the school to call in sick for the day, Marcel kept things vague but with that he was off and free to have a whole day with Virgil. Finally despite it being such an early morning and they hadn't even had breakfast Marcel would pull out a bottle of red wine he had from his mini bar and two wine glasses. The bottle was a little dusty but Marcel honestly never saw himself drinking wine without a reason, this seemed like as good a reason as any. He returned to the bedroom with a smirk on his face as Marcel placed the bottle, glasses, and bottle opener onto the nightstand and crawled on top of Virgil with a grin "Miss me?" the Hispanic Veteran inquired before leaning down and capturing the others lips in a kiss as the sound of soft music flowed from the living room into the bedroom. á(Translation: ) |
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2021 11:34 am
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The compliment was unneeded. Marcel already had the wolf ready to eat his own heart out of his hand if it was asked of him. Virgil had to focus with all his might to speak thanks to the assault of those teeth on his neck. His flesh might never bare his lover's mark but it certainly felt amazing to have him try. He wanted nothing more than to have some sign of their love to show off to the world, but it would have to be something else.
Territorial confessions often ruined romantic entanglements, but he chose to take his laughter as a sign that he hadn't screwed up by letting his lycan instincts rear their ugly head. Virgil had promised to try to restrain himself although he sometimes worried if he could fight his own nature. Messing with a werewolf's mate was a good way to get to a free body bag. It wasn't just him, the whole race was nothing more than overprotective and possessive jerks that were ready and willing to tear apart anything that dared to even look at their mates the wrong way. Hopefully, their blind and undying loyalty made up for it. Would he ever forgive Teiru? Probably not. But he would do his best not to eat him. As long as he didn't try to touch Marcel again. Ever. And better yet? He was forgiven for his nasty comment. His eyes closed as his fingers passed through his hair, his whole body shivering almost violently in reaction to it. It sparked arousal in him but it also helped him calm down his inner wolf. The distraction was needed because ******** Marcel's brains out and then going to slaughter Teiru was starting to sound like a very good way to spend his morning. "Mm, couldn't think of anythin' better." He wondered exactly what the younger man had in mind, but he knew he would find out soon. He just needed to learn some patience.
A groan of frustration and want came from him as he sank into their last kiss, always wanting more but he didn't try to stop him from pulling away. Virgil remained in the tub, only moving enough to rest his chin down on the edge in order to get a closer view that was so kindly being given to him. The instructions from him were met with a smirk as he continued to longe, his mind still savoring the previous sight of him toweling off. It wasn't until he heard him padding by again that he finally removed himself from the water and unplugged it before he grabbed a towel. Once he was dry, he wrapped it around his waist and headed for their bedroom. Virgil took the time to straighten the sheets and blanket before he collapsed down onto the mattress on his back.
"What in th' 'ell is that?" He had to hold back his laughter when he heard the soft music filling the silence. Was his boyfriend planning on something romantic? In all honesty, it kind of made him worried. For all the romantic crap in the books he read, he'd never once actually practiced any of those things. Taking things slow and being truly intimate...s**t. He swallowed. He'd just thought he'd allowed himself to be vulnerable with the other but this was a different level once he got to thinking about it. There was no telling what his intelligent partner was planning, but the music was enough to have him worrying over what was probably nothing. New things were scary! He was about to give in to the urge to hide under the blankets when he came into the room, bringing an almost shy smile to his lips. The items Marcel put down on the nightstand brought a nervous chuckle from him.
He held out his arms for him and wrapped them around him once he settled. "Always." Well, he didn't have it quite that bad yet. He could at least tolerate being in separate rooms while they were at home! His body relaxed as his mouth was claimed again. Keeping with their oral embrace, he hooked a leg of the veteran's and rolled them over onto their sides before he separated. It was much easier for him to meet his gaze like this and allowed him to probably admire the flecks of different browns of his eyes. He cupped his cheek, gently petting his jawline with his thumb. "I don't deserve you..." They were both bad men, yes, but at least it seemed like Marcel was making a serious attempt at having a normal life now. "I feel like I might be a bad influence but I can't quit you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2021 1:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2021 8:06 am
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All that was missing from their setting were some lit candles, but Virgil could accept the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. It was already perfect by Marcel’s presence alone. He was getting used to the silly little ways his heart tripped over itself whenever he found those darker eyes mirroring the same soul-deep love and need they held for each other. Yeah...he didn’t deserve this but, as he had said, he was too selfish to let the younger man go so he could find someone who was more capable of giving him a peaceful domesticated life.
He laughed softly at the response to his little confession. ”Good t’know we’re on th’ same page…” It was a good way to put it. Marcel was his drug and he would always be fiending for a fix. He only hummed in agreement while he tilted his head back into his touch with a faint moan. Virgil squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed hard as he tried to deny just how badly his Spanish murmur got to him. All the attention was almost too much for him to handle, the hand on his head and sucking making his skin crawl in a pleasant way. His hand moved to mimic Marcel’s, going to hold the back of his head while the other slipped down his scarred body to cup his a** again. As if they weren’t as close as physically possible, he pulled him closer as if he was trying to meld their bodies together.
Every nerve was on fire and screaming for him to act, to take clear control but he held himself in check. This somehow felt different than the raw and primal moments they shared. Always a clear cut line of who was giving their submission and who was dominating. A small sigh was given as Virgil made up his mind on what to do, how best to treat his lover. It required moving and he did not want to, but he would have to in order to properly worship him. Reluctantly, he slowly untangled himself from Marcel. ”Git on your stomach.”
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