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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Sept 25, 2014 6:47:28 GMT
Angel shuts his eyes, Nevada's fingertips are gentle and his skin is yielding for once. Nevada is serious, he knows, but he's just as assured he'll never force anything. He never has - even when Angel broke some undeserved sort of trust - he never will.
He kisses back this time, languidly, a satisfied and curious hum in his throat. It's warm, the fragrant water, his lover's lips. That's always a word he'd hated, lover, because Angel only ever fucked, never made love or loved. But god, that's what Nevada is - love letters and melted chocolate and all the things Angel has never believed in. His eyes flutter open, and Nevada is still there, solid.
NEVADA RAINES
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Sept 30, 2014 3:16:53 GMT
Angel's skin is soft, softer than he's ever known it to be. His scent is intoxicating. It makes his head swim, enveloping him with a dizzying sensation new to him. Kissing him only worsens it. But the feeling is addictive. He needs it, just as badly as he needs Angel. Never before has he wanted Angel so desperately. Yet no matter how much his body lusts for him, his mind is stronger. He wants to always be gentle with Angel, because he knows that he can be fragile an broken. And its more than that. He doesn't want to join the men who left their marks with bruises and broken skin. "I love you," he gasps when he can will himself to break the kiss. ANGEL ALESSI
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Oct 2, 2014 3:48:17 GMT
He feels like something electrical and alive in the water, sparking in the heat of the touch. He feels vast and hollow but for a moment he feels something bright and loud and explosive fill his chest, spill from his lips.
Angel, as usual, doesn't answer.
Instead, he unlinks their fingers, pressing his palms against the side of the tub to shift. He doesn't have to do this, but he wants to, raising himself to straddle Nevada, hands gripping the tub's rim and then settling on his shoulders - his boyfriend, his fiance. His wet hair clings to his back, his shoulders rise from the water into the cold and he moves in for the warm kisses again.
"You gotta prove it."
NEVADA RAINES
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Post by CREATION on Oct 6, 2014 1:58:39 GMT
[attr="class","profn"]GOOD JOB [attr="class","profb"] LAIKA and KITTY each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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