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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 10, 2011 20:31:16 GMT -5
Lysand's breath came in heavily as he pulled away for a moment to allow the other man to take off the tunic. His hands moved more slowly now, one of them tracing the scar on his chest. At the guard captain's groan, he pushed against him again, aiming to push him back against the bed. His lips pressed into the other's again before he pulled back again, staring into the other's eyes and tilting his head slightly, eyes just begging for the other's passion.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 11, 2011 4:21:46 GMT -5
Banez glanced down at Lysand's hand before he was pushed back on the sheets of the bed, and then it felt like the world spun twice before Lysand was kissing him again. He found himself looking at the advisor's pleading eyes in a daze. Then he finally seemed to find himself, and after a few moments decide on what he wanted. His arms wrapped around Lysand again, pulling him down into an amorous kiss. His lips trailed from Lysand's, to his jaw, then to the curve of his neck as his hands grasped the cloth at the smaller man's back.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 11, 2011 6:20:32 GMT -5
The breath left Lysand in a small gasp as he was pulled down into Banez. As the other man's lips touched the sensitive skin on his neck, he tilted his head back slightly and let out a moan, arching his back as the other man pulled at it, pressing himself against him as he twisted slightly to help pull it free. One of his hands moved to tangle itself in Banez's hair, as his lips met the other's again for just a brief moment before beginning to pepper his jaw wildly.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 11, 2011 7:13:06 GMT -5
Banez's arms slid around Lysand's back now that the undershirt was removed, and maybe Lysand's training was starting to pay off, because the captain was less noticing of the hard bones under his flesh. His fingertips brushed up Lysand's spine until his hand came to rest on the back of his neck, tilting his head back slowly as Lysand kissed his jaw.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 11, 2011 16:06:06 GMT -5
Lysand arched his back as the fingers traced up his spine. He shifted himself, allowing the bare flesh of his chest to rub against that of Banez. The hand that wasn't exploring Banez's hair slid between the bed and his back, finding the spine and stroking it. His tongue found the edge of his jaw, tracing it up to the other's ear and then around it. "Banez," he breathed into it. "Oh Banez..."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 11, 2011 17:24:34 GMT -5
Banez shifted as their chests pressed, and he felt Lysand's scar and linen amidst the skin and slight muscles. Then the other's hand slid around him, and he straightened his back, pressing further into Lysand. His breathing came out heatedly as the smaller man's soft tongue found a path to his ear, and his hand slid to stroke the side of Lysand's neck. The captain's face flushed red as his name was whispered, while his body shifted to expel the unfamiliar energy that was tightly winding up in him, which he relieved only slightly as he just uttered thickly, "Lysand..."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 11, 2011 17:36:18 GMT -5
Lysand moaned into Banez's ear as his neck was stroked, shivers working up his spine. He rubbed himself against the other man as he shifted his position to nibble as his ear for a few moments. He soon slid back down to kiss his mouth again before he pulled his head back slightly and looked into the guard captain's eyes, challenging him to come at him. His hand was still exploring the other's upper back, tracing the muscles.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 11, 2011 18:06:21 GMT -5
Banez looked up into Lysand's grey eyes, shifting more as the advisor touched his back. At the provoking look, the captain raised himself again, taking either side of Lysand's face in his hands and locking them in a vehement kiss. He parted the other's lips with his own, tongue slipping into the advisor's mouth to entwine with his.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 11, 2011 18:14:11 GMT -5
Lysand's hands slid away from his hair and back, moving to rest on his shoulders before sliding down to his chest. His legs were soon freed from around the captain's hips, one of them hooking around his leg instead, rubbing against his calf. His tongue seemed to react quickly to Banez's sudden assault, sliding and twisting against it, as if seeking dominance.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 11, 2011 18:48:33 GMT -5
When his legs were freed, Banez slid his against Lysand's, the coil inside him winding up even tighter. The captain's lips crashed into Lysand's, and his tongue slipped and fought against the politician's, unwilling to back down from the challenge now. His hands combed through Lysand's hair and grazed the skin of his neck before they settled again on his back.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 11, 2011 19:04:36 GMT -5
Lysand's lips moved viciously against the captain's, tongue continuing to fight as it swirled around the other, pushing at it futilely. A muffled groan escaped him when his neck was touched again, and his hands continued to caress the other's chest. He shifted again as Banez's leg rubbed against his before his other leg moved to caress the inside of his thigh.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 11, 2011 19:37:04 GMT -5
His tongue darted from Lysand's advances, flicking out every so often to savor the details of his mouth, and Lysand might have been able to feel the captain's racing heart against his chest with his gentle, maddening touches. Banez flushed deeper with heat and shivered lightly as Lysand's leg brushed against his thigh, while his hands started to stray farther down to the smaller man's lower back.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 11, 2011 19:44:50 GMT -5
Lysand's tongue finally seemed to submit, moving to caress that of the guard captain's in a gentle rhythm. He felt the man's hands moving, and he allowed his own to move as well, sliding down his chest and coming to rest on his hips, fingers just brushing the top hem of Banez's pants.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 11, 2011 20:04:38 GMT -5
Banez groaned softly into Lysand's mouth as his hands ran down his sides to his hips, his tongue disrupted briefly from its exploration, not to mention distracted with all the attention Lysand's was paying to it. His hands drifted lower, until he felt cool metal, much to his bewilderment. His fingers soon discovered it was a hilt, and down the sheathe to find how thin the blade was. The knight pulled away as though he had just been shocked. "Ahh..." he noised, radiating with nervous energy as his gaze flicked away, in a vain attempt to try and see behind the advisor's back. "Lysand..."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 11, 2011 20:12:02 GMT -5
Lysand's fingers had been about to grasp the hem when Banez suddenly pulled away, leaving him shocked himself, just breathing heavily with a flushed face. Confusion suddenly flooded through him as his mind finally caught up with the rest of his actions. He had just... And Banez had pulled away, and... His arms wrapped around himself as he fought to find a way to pull back into his shell of vulnerability. "B-Banez... Wh-what?" His hand moved to his back before he grasped the sheath of the blade. Was that it? With a quick movement from his fingers, the sheath was dislodged, and he held it out in front of him.
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