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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 9, 2011 22:45:15 GMT -5
Banez nodded. Lorin's problem wasn't an easily fixable one. It would need a lot of time, but thankfully the prince wasn't hurrying to put a dagger into his chest any time soon. But at the news of Brenthor, his brows raised. Then they narrowed. He'd kill the ambassador before that ever happened.... "...Well, he's gone from the castle now. But we NEED to do something after this crisis is over." The captain then put his arms around Lysand again, "I'm sorry that I wasn't here to protect you. Every time I leave, something bad happens to you." Banez needed to just... not leave the castle.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 9, 2011 22:51:31 GMT -5
Lysand leaned into Banez again, pressing his cheek into his chest for a moment, closing his eyes. However, he soon tilted his head to look up at him. "I would rather be stabbed a thousand more times than go through what Brenthor did to me again." His voice lowered into a whisper, as if saying it loudly would cause it to happen again. "He grabbed me and... And kissed me." A shudder of revulsion passed through him.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 9, 2011 23:04:35 GMT -5
Banez looked down at Lysand in confusion. What did Brenthor do to Lysand?? It almost didn't matter; it obviously was distressing Lysand, and Banez wanted to take up arms over it. But when the advisor mentioned it, he blinked again in confusion. Then he even tried to imagine what being kissed by Brenthor felt like. ...Ew, okay, he'd rather not. "That's.... Why would..." Banez didn't even know what to say. "...Can I do anything for you?" he settled on.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 9, 2011 23:17:58 GMT -5
"N-No, there's nothing... I just..." Lysand stared into his face for a moment, feelings raging inside of him. He took a shaky breath, pressing his forehead into his shoulder. "Everything that's been going on... And then that just... Too much... It's all just too much." His muscles were tensed to the point that they felt like they were going to snap. His eyes trailed up, to meet Banez's, straightening as he tried to regain control of his emotions. However, he found himself just nearly beginning to breakdown more. "I can't keep it all in anymore..." His voice lowered into a whisper as he leaned into the captain, his face close to the other's now. "I just need to let it out."
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 9, 2011 23:29:29 GMT -5
Lysand needed sleep, there was no doubt about that. Banez furrowed his brows with worry as Lysand went on. He was about to suggest that they both go to sleep, for both their physical and mental health, before Lysand was suddenly very close to him. Let it out? Banez' brows rose slightly. "Calm down... If you need to scream, you can use a pillow," he practically whispered, considering their proximity.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 9, 2011 23:35:20 GMT -5
Banez's words barely registered in his mind, his face beginning to flush as the captain's warm breath hit his face. Scream... He didn't want to scream. Actually, he didn't know what he wanted. The emotions raged and raged, causing him to tremble again. "I need to get it all out," he repeated again in his whisper. He didn't know what he was doing, or why he was doing it all of the sudden. He was just suddenly aware of his hands gripping Banez's shoulders as he closed the distance between their mouths, lips quivering with nervous energy as they pressed against his.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 10, 2011 0:04:11 GMT -5
Then all of Banez' thoughts got scrambled. Lysand's room. Lysand. Man. Bed. Close. Kissing. Sin. But....
What was even going on? Banez wasn't entirely sure. He was pretty sure he was supposed to reject this, and all other pleasures of the flesh that corrupted men, all for the sake of feeling good. But this didn't just feel good; it felt RIGHT. Banez' arms shifted around Lysand, holding the advisor more securely as he leaned forward to requite the kiss.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 10, 2011 0:14:24 GMT -5
Lysand's heart began to beat rapidly as Banez leaned into his kiss. All thoughts left him then, only a tiny part in the back of his mind registering it as sinful. After a moment, he pulled away for a brief moment. "Banez..." His voice was breathy, and could find no other words to say. He quickly pressed his mouth against Banez's again, his lips parting as he pushed against the guard captain, hands eventually moving from clutching his shoulders to sliding down his chest.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 10, 2011 3:29:34 GMT -5
Banez looked into Lysand's eyes when he pulled away, which just seemed like a fraction of a second before they were kissing again a bit more aggressively than before, and his hands slid around Lysand's waist. And then that's when Banez realized that he had NO idea what he was doing. Truth be told, he had never gotten this, uh, close to anyone before, and he suddenly became anxious that his inexperience would become cripplingly obvious. He flushed, which painted his whole face red as Lysand's hands slid down the front of his tunic.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 10, 2011 6:18:04 GMT -5
Lysand was hardly an expert on this sort of thing either, and he was relying almost entirely on instinct to guide him. His hands were on the move again, seeming to have a mind of their own. They were quick too find their way under the other's shirt to slide up his well-muscled back. His lips moved against the other's before his tongue flicked out and caressed them gently, seeking admittance.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 10, 2011 17:32:22 GMT -5
Lysand's hands were faster than Banez ever remembered them, and even more maddening. Rounding his back slightly, he gently pulled the smaller man into his lap. He kneaded Lysand's lower back for a few moments before his hands rose to relieve the tension all throughout his back. As Lysand coaxed and softened his lips, Banez finally parted them, allowing the other in.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 10, 2011 17:43:46 GMT -5
The tension left Lysand's back with a small moan, which was quickly cut off when his tongue entered the other's mouth. It prodded at the other tongue for a moment before moving to explore on its own. Finding himself on Banez's lap, he shifted position, knees clamping onto the other's hips as he pressed himself against him, trying to expel as much of the nervous energy that writhed within him as he could.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 10, 2011 18:20:32 GMT -5
Banez' tongue gently caressed Lysand's as it explored the details of his mouth, perhaps noting that one of his pre-molars was twisted just enough to seem off. He flushed again as pressure was applied to his hips and when Lysand's body laid against his. Bringing a hand around from Lysand's back, he started to pluck at the buttons on Lysand's doublet.
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 10, 2011 18:47:47 GMT -5
Lysand's hands slid out from under Banez's shirt as he felt the plucking at his buttons. His tongue slid against Banez's on the way out as he pulled away briefly to twist out of his doublet, still leaving his undershirt behind. He began to trail kisses up the hollow of his neck before he changed tactics halfway up, tongue dragging against the skin. His quick hands were on the move again, grasping at the bottom of Banez's shirt as he began to tug it off.
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Post by Banez Gladpath on Jan 10, 2011 20:17:39 GMT -5
As Lysand withdrew, Banez finally shivered, and his hands drifted back to Lysand's hips as the smaller man removed his doublet. Then Lysand was continuing his assault on his neck, and Banez tilted his head slightly as the vulnerable flesh was kissed, unable to hold back a soft groan. Between Lysand's hips, mouth, and hands, the captain felt more overwhelmed than when fighting Valmar, and he retrieved his hands to pull his tunic up over his head.
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