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Post by affair on Apr 12, 2013 18:01:22 GMT -5
"You could try." February said simply, pursing his lips as he was pulled up onto Bailey's lap, "I'd benefit." The blanket uselessly slid off of them, showcasing once more the many bruises and other marks of their copulation. February looked down at them, and stretched a leg. Didn't really hurt aside from a soreness. They would be less problematic than the marks scattered on his neck and collarbone, he thought as the giver of such things nuzzled at his jaw, seemingly uncaring about the deep red and purple marks he had bestowed onto his now-boyfriend.
Bailey had settled for bridal carry, it seemed. February was prompted to wrap his arms around Bailey's neck, and he was lifted and taken away to a more private place. Good, because he kind of felt he might trip, and that'd be mortifying. He wasn't going to think about that. Bailey's room was a stark difference from the rest of the apartment. For lack of better terms, it was gorgeous. It wasn't neat, but the trinkets and odds and ends, the wispy curtains letting in the soft glow of the moon and streetlights. It all made for a very quiet and lovely scene. Quite an unexpected style for the other, but Febs didn't hold it against him. He would appreciate these sorts of things, appreciate that the man had an eye for this.
Laying on his stomach after being deposited on the bed, Febs did the normal...things he'd do after a bit of rigorous exercise. Comb his hair out with his fingers, wipe any unnecessary and rather bothersome fluids off of his face and chest, and make himself feel rather presentable despite being stark naked, and probably having fluids trickling out his arse soon. God, why didn't they remember to use a condom?
The sound of shuffling brought February to turn to see what Bailey had left the room for- his clothes and a coat rack? Though his boxers were missing, notably. "I don't go commando." February shrugged, eying his dear hoodie hanging on the rack, "And I'm not that cheap of a date. In fact, I don't think of myself as a cheap date at all. You should come to bed, right now." He folded his arms and rested his head on the makeshift pillow, looking stoically over at Bailey.
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Post by skull0 on Apr 12, 2013 18:16:28 GMT -5
The bluenette had only hummed, though honestly dismissed the comment. Ultimately it wasn't his problem that the latter lost his underwear, perhaps next time they undressed he'd keep better track of where his articles were thrown. His brow perked as the other was becoming feisty with him, and for what reason? What had he done? The man gleamed down at him, though the attitude he received left him annoyed.
"Should I?" He hummed again. Arrogant fingers held his chin before he craned as low as he could to be an arm's length off the bed. Hands pressed into the plush fabric, brows quirked at his lover. "Would you force me if I declined?" Bailey dared, accustomed to February's impulse often tricking the other into doing what he wanted. Though, he was feeling slightly generous. Enough so that he slipped a knee onto the bed, the other following after slowly.
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Post by affair on Apr 12, 2013 18:27:25 GMT -5
"Well, I'd be sad." February gave his words a demure tone, as he glanced up at Bailey. "I'd have to coerce you, maybe. I can put on a....show, if I have to. For you, only you." February buried his face in his arms, eyes shining. Could he? He was excited. Bailey was interesting, a mix of kind, cruel, and mindblowingly hot. His conscience prompted him to be careful, but remnants of adrenaline and an urge to meet Bailey's challenges only kept him a bit more reined in, a bit more sweet.
February reached out an arm to Bailey, repeating himself once more. Why was he being denied? "I want you to come to bed, lay with me here."
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Post by skull0 on Apr 12, 2013 18:43:23 GMT -5
Sad? Bailey couldn't respond to that, he didn't know what the word meant--instead, he settled for his darling dancer only teasing him with these emotional words. The idea of a show intrigued him, though really he'd rather participate than just watch. A sly grin snuck onto his features, letting the arm reach toward him though he'd stand on his knees before it could touch an inch.
"We're in a relationship, aren't we?" He cooed, sitting back on his calves as the bed moaned beneath his seated weight. "Sometimes that means coming to agreements--you want me to lay beside you, and although I'd also like to lay beside you, there's something else I'd prefer..." The bluenette trailed off, having taken February by his arm and pulled gently to slide him over the silken bedding toward where he sat.
His other arm swung down once he'd brought him close enough to reach his sullied thigh, there he'd find his grip among the many bruises left earlier. "How will this ever work out if I just give, give, give?" He breathed, leaning over February's form so he could share this listless expression eye-to-eye. A digit caressed over the latter's lips, down his delicate chin, until his hand rested on the brunette's chest.
"I'd rather hear your moans the rest of the night than this stubborn city refusing to sleep."
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Post by affair on Apr 12, 2013 19:06:28 GMT -5
February didn't need prompting to guess what Bailey wanted. "Again? There's still spunk..." Once he was tugged closer, February brought himself up to a sitting position, mimicking Bailey by resting on his calves. He bent back as Bailey moved closer and closer, once again their faces tortuously close to each other. "I give you my...arse, my undivided attention.....you're-" February trailed off as Bailey's hand drifted to his lips, silencing him, before brushing down his face, a single finger drawing an invisible line down to his marred collarbone, chest. A hand was laid there, as if planning to push February backwards, onto his back.
...ah. Did his heart just thump loud enough to hear? Was that a blush searing his features?
"....well." February carefully took the hand off his chest, interlocking his fingers with Bailey's, "It's already night, I believe. We should get going with it, save your ears." His tone was teasing- fond, playful, and teasing. Maybe his arse would recover in time.
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Post by skull0 on Apr 12, 2013 19:33:17 GMT -5
If he'd simply pushed him, indeed as he had intended with the placement of his hand, it would have been too easy. The larger male was glad his finger possessed such great power of the volume on February's mouth--to make him scream, or shut up if he so desired. This kind of obedience earned itself a gentle kiss to his adam's apple, when his hand was taken into the latter's and all those inhibitions keeping him from between his thighs crumbled away.
He eased himself forward through the kiss, hoping the brunette would know to follow his lead and fade onto his back. There was nothing left for Bailey to say, lest he appear insane speaking to a socket. The experienced bluenette knew how to make it through the night, though occasionally he couldn't help himself he was content as long as February ran dry long before him. And once his companion hit the wall, he was relieved to follow.
Morning came and went, it wasn't until the afternoon Bailey stirred. At first he had wondered what was crushing his arm, surprised to find himself cuddled against his prize. "Oh," he exhaled. Right. He did that last night. Well. The bluenette made a face while trying to pull himself away. "Feb, wake-up. Hey." The man pestered, softening his features into a smile as he caressed his boyfriend's cheek.
"It's 12:47 in the afternoon."
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Post by affair on Apr 12, 2013 20:01:28 GMT -5
Febs tilted his head upwards silently, the soft kiss only a whisper of what was to come. He wanted to move, to give, but his next thought process was cut short by a kiss. He returned quite willingly, managing to hold his own yet still easily be pushed down onto the sheets. Too easily did he let the other come between his thighs, push his legs up. February's feelings on all of this? He let himself be swept away by Bailey, pressing in his own desires at every possible opportunity, but yielding at every utterance from the other.
The night was exhausting. Indeed, February's moans drowned out the dim screeching of cars, his writhing body much more entertaining than the view from the window. By the time dawn approached, he was dizzy from pleasure, almost half-asleep from exhaustion. His body reached new levels of soreness, usually reserved for dance. When they finally went to sleep, February had been out like a light minutes before, and slept soundly. He was only stirred at the sound of his boyfriend waking him up- even then, he was extremely drowsy, a loose kiss pressed to the nearest bit of skin in acknowledgement, and he was back asleep again.
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Post by skull0 on Apr 12, 2013 20:21:10 GMT -5
Honestly, he didn't have the energy to put up a better fight. The bluenette collapsed beside his mate, though only close to him because his hostage arm. Falling asleep was much easier than he expected, though he'd wake-up in intervals to dully note the time slipping away.
1:42. 2:16. 3:32. 4:11, blinked the digital clock barely visible from behind his lidded hues. At that hour, Bailey decided it was time to try again. He sat up, drowsy as ever, mumbling sweet nothings to the dozing boy though he no longer held his arm captive. His appendages tingled when he stretched, the bubbles in his spine popping audibly over a tired sigh.
"February?" Hues peered down at him. All those marks, what harm would one more do? A devious grin became him though his antics would have to wait until after he returned from the bathroom. Bailey stifled a groan while climbing off the bed.
He stumbled the short distance to his bathroom connected to the bedroom, forgetting his manners over shutting the door (which he didn't) and was lucky to catch himself before falling over the commode.
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