ALOÏS WAGNER
MALE
Honeywood : Double #0302 FL Personal Trainer & Seven Sins Dancer[M:0:]
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Post by ALOÏS WAGNER on Jun 23, 2013 1:39:25 GMT -5
a hum flowed from aloïs throat and into the near silence of the room in response to lavi’s statement, and while he hated to disappoint, the other’s words merely encouraged him to refrain from hitting the smaller male. from the recent revelation, the fair haired dancer knew that his brother relished pain which meant the best punishment was denying the younger any additional pain. the wounds on his back seemed an obvious enough hint into the other’s activities before he arrived at the personal trainer’s humble adobe. for once, he was quite pleased with his roommate’s tendency to spend the night out on the town, getting drunk and attempting to win the affections of some stranger. the poor fool only succeeded half the time, and when he dragged himself back to the apartment in the wee hours of the dawn, he proceeded to rouse his roommate and attempt to relate his woes from the night. his lips parted in a silent sigh even as his attention returned to the present. thoughts of his roommate tended to agitate him further, and with the rage boiling in his veins, the mere idea of his roommate set a scowl on his pale features. why think about some imbecile when his beautiful younger brother was sprawled out on the bed underneath him? the sounds issuing from his brother’s mouth had aloïs’ crimson hued eyes darkening in want; however, his game required some control over his urges. he could not be enticed by the arousing noises coming from the lovely male underneath him. as he instigated the game, the blonde had to force himself to not respond to any of his brother’s fleeting, airy touches. it would ruin the game if he proceeded to ravish the younger male without following through with his newly stated rules. his right hand moved back to the space next to lavi’s head as the dancer took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and mentally commanding himself to ignore the other’s teasing. as it was, they still knew nothing about the other’s feelings or intentions. was this a one night deal? or would they both want to pursue a new type of relationship in the morning? a burning desire to know consumed the older male, and even with one of his fantasies begging to occur, he could not bring himself to commence with the pleasurable act that would both mark lavi as his and possibly send his brother fleeing in the morning. therefore, his game needed to commence before his worst nightmare played out before his eyes. the question, aloïs mused with his gaze roving over his brother’s face, searching for a hint into the other’s feelings and finding nothing satisfactory. of all the questions floating around in his mind, he wanted to know who placed those marks on lavi’s back and why the other allowed someone to do such a barbaric act; however, he thought those questions should wait. with those questions excluded, the personal trainer was left with mere trivia questions such as his brother’s favorite meal and desert, favorite color, favorite type of music, and so on. he wondered if those questions seemed to intruding, but he did not know where to beginning with those. on the other hand, he was dying to explain himself to lavi, try and wash away the negative connotation associated with him due to their childhood. his current actions were probably highly confusing to the intoxicated youth. a sigh slipped past his parted lips as his fingers unclenched, and his head bowed, his forehead pressing against his brother’s. why do you seek the assistance of strangers to indulge your need for pain? he finally asked. or do you search for something other than pain?
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LAVI WAGNER
MALE
The Greens : Double #0204 Lucky Kids Social Worker & FL Call Boy[M:0:]
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Post by LAVI WAGNER on Jun 23, 2013 3:43:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:320px; background-color:#f5f5f5; padding:10px;] While it was disheartening to feel his brother's touch and then have it stop, there was one thing Lavi had become rather good at over the years. That thing was following orders, and while he may have acted out earlier, now that they were playing a game - and despite of, or perhaps because of the position they were in...The call boy didn't try to coax those hands to move back over him. He didn't have any problem with continuing to run his own caresses over what parts of Alois he could reach though, as he stated rules didn't say anything about touching his sibling. Somewhere, beneath the buzz of alcohol and the hum of pleasure, he was baffled by the predicament he was now in. The rest of him was too busy enjoying it to worry, though.
Blinking dazedly, he stared up at the larger blonde as he waited for the other to continue speaking. He gave a little squirm underneath the taller male and huffed a small breath. "Question...?" Lavi prompted, attempting to get Alois to get to the point. Soon enough though his companion was leaning down so close to him, and he let out a soft purr as their foreheads nestled against each other. Trailing his hands down the other's sides, the movement came to an abrupt stop at his hips. There he curled his fingers over his side, gripping just hard enough to cling to the older man.
"Why not...?" Mumbled the social worker with a furrow of his brow. What kind of question was that? His nose crinkled up slightly and he let out a small sigh. "I didn' think y' or Noel would want t'. 'sides 's not like either of y' really cared what I did, anyways...an'..." His green eyes narrowed slightly as he peered up at Alois, cheeks flushing a bit more as he thought. He then cast his gaze elsewhere, glancing at nothing in particular from the corner of his vision. "I like more'n pain, too...I jus'..." A small whine escaped him and he squirmed. "They pay me t' submit, y'know. I like it. But 's not the same 'cause 's not like it's y' or Noel, bu' 's not like y' two want me either so...so..." It was like once he started rambling he just couldn't stop, and by the end he just let out a low keen and inhaled sharply. "'s better t' be used an' scratch tha' itch than not at all."
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