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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 16:19:55 GMT -5
When I deepen the kiss he moves closer, his legs wrapping around my waist so that we were pressed up against each other. A quiet groan builds in the back of my throat, my face reddening slightly. Did Connor know what he was doing to me? Driving me fucking crazy, out of my mind. I feel him shudder in my arms as my hand ran over his leg before he moved closer. I brush my tongue against his teeth again, leaning into him. He was amazing, i hadn't been lying or stretching the truth when I had told him that. And he was perfect. Alcohol gave me the balls to say things aloud that I wouldn't when I was sober.. though sometimes it could be a bad thing as well as a good thing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 16:49:31 GMT -5
Connor heard the faint groan and bit his lip sheepishly, reaching to mess up Attyston's hair by running fingers through it as he fell back into the deep kiss. He didn't mind it, didn't pull away. The alcohol had really loosened him up, a lot. Luckily this was somebody Connor wouldn't regret doing anything with when he finally woke up sober. Tha this was somebody he already trusted despite barely knowing a whole lot abou him yet.
Still, Att had been there for him when no one else had, and that was something that mattered. He slid a cold hand under his shirt, tracing his stomach happily.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 17:03:55 GMT -5
He pulled back and bit at his lip and I looked down, an embarassed blush creeping across my face. I always found a way to make a fool out of myself, even when I didn't mean to. But, soon he kisses me again, running his fingers through my hair. The alcohol had seemed to have pulled Connor out of his bad mood, which was good. Though it may not have been the most wholesome of means ever, but, it worked. I lean into him, hoping that I wouldn't knock us over or something. One of his hands frees itself from around me to slip under the hem of my shirt, running across my flat stomach. I move my thumb over his leg again, moving it up slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 17:10:37 GMT -5
Connor continued to trace his stomach slowly. "Mm..." He murmured at the returning touch to his leg from Attyston. He pressed his hand to Attyston's chest gently, the arm around his waist tightening as Att leaned closer than before. He kissed him almost hungrily, finally moving the hand from his chest down to cover his own hand, moving it even higher up his leg slowly, burying his face in Attyston's neck with soft breaths.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 18:18:36 GMT -5
I was terrified that he would push me away, thinking I was a pervert or something. But, I couldn't blame him, if I was in his shoes, I would, too.. Connor presses his hand to my chest and I smile lightly, his grip around me tightening. The kiss turned more passionate, almost seeming to burn with some sort of underlying hunger. His hand comes to rest on top of my own before it move my hand farther up his leg before he buries his face in my neck. I put my hand under his chin to get him to look at me. I blink, glancing away before leaning in to kiss him again, setting his hand on my own leg with a gentle chuckle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 18:27:43 GMT -5
Connor stared with glassy eyes, confused when Attyston looked away. He kissed him deeply again, chuckling as his hand was placed on Attyston's leg. He pressed fingers to it gently, dragging them up and down his inner thigh before full on resting his hand between Attyston's legs, squeezing with a faint smirk. He kissed along his lips to his jaw and down to his neck, leaving his hand where it was as he cuddled up cozy and close.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 18:42:28 GMT -5
He presses his lips to mine after I look away and I lean into it, pulling him to me. A shudder runs down my spine as Connor runs his hand down my thigh before finally resting it on my crotch. I shyly put my face into the crook of his neck, planting a kiss there. Finally I pull back slightly to grab the hem of my black and white checkered shirt to boldly pull it over my head. If he wasn't going to do it, why shouldn't I? I lean back in to press my lips to his, sliding my hand along his leg and thigh to rest my hand on his zipper.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 18:45:52 GMT -5
Connor blinked at him hazily, hands reaching to trace the newly revealed skin as Attyston's hand found his zipper. He didn't pull away. They were Attyston's clothes he was wearing, he had a right to remove them didn't he? Connor snickered a the thougt, kissing over Att's bare shoulder and collarbone, tongue running slowly down his sternum.
He was past caring, though in the back of his mind worried about scaring the male off.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 19:09:01 GMT -5
His hands run over my bare skin, making a faint smile pass over my face. I play with the hem of the shirt that Connor was wearing, wanting to rip it over his head but not sure if he'd have a fit about it or something. Last time I'd seen him shritless he'd seemed pretty embarassed. His lips trail over my shoulder and collarbone before he licks down my chest. I eventually pull back for a moment to pull the shirt over his head before pressing against him like a magnet, pulling his lips to meet mine again, my hand finding its home on his crotch once more. I could get used to this, Connor was perfect, or at least to me. I didn't care if he had his flaws, everyone did.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 19:15:52 GMT -5
Comnor paused as the shirt was removed, growing self conscious, but relaxed as he was pulled close. He couldn't help but groan at the hand between his legs, arching against it helplessly. Despite being bruised and battered and scarred, he felt safe in those arms. He kissed him back, hands cupping his cheeks to pull him close for an even deeper kiss. He couldn't help it. He was head over heels.
And drunk.
Drawing knees up ar Attyston's sides, he leaned closer.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 19:31:03 GMT -5
He lets out a groan that was louder than mine, which I'm smug about, though I feel guilty about being proud over that fact. At least I knew that I was doing something to Connor, too. I wasn't the only one. His hands come up to the sides of my face to pull me closer to him and for another passionate kiss. My hand squeezes playfully, the other running through his hair as we kissed. I wanted to say I loved him, but I didn't at the same time. He was amazing, yes, but -even drunk- I was still afraid to lay everything out on the line. But, I was sure I liked him, alot. Alot alot alot.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 19:36:08 GMT -5
Connor squirmed at the squeeze, biting his lip to keep from whimpering. He wasn't quite plastered enough to be complete careless about what he was like. He slipped his to gue back into Attyston's mouth, kissing him as deep as he could util he needed to breathe. He panted faintly, laughing a bit under his breath and slipping fingers into the rim of Attyston's jeans with a challenging smirk at him, gripping the hair gently on the back of his head before dragging fingers slowly down his back, humming to the song now playing.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 19:51:32 GMT -5
He wriggled and I'm connfused. Was it a good wriggle or a bad wriggle. My brow creases thoughtfully, everything was so fucking fuzzy. I blink before kissing Connor back happily, parting my lips for him so that his tongue could slide into my mouth. I giggle as he pulls back, slipping a couple of his fingers into the hem of my jeans with a daring smirk on his face. I raise my eyebrows at him questioningly, biting my pierced lip. His hand runs down my back and I lean into Connor, pressing my lips to his neck, nipping at his skin teasingly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 19:56:57 GMT -5
Connor smiled, and finally whimpered at the nipping to his neck. Talk about a turn on.
He sang softly as Looking Hot, Dangerous began playing through the soeakers, smirking a bit here and there and carefully unbottoning Attyston's jeans, half paralyzed right hand fumbling slightly. He unzipped them, but teasingly pulled his hand away to run it across his stomach and pelvis slowly, head still tilted to the older male's kisses.
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jul 2, 2013 20:05:29 GMT -5
He whined as I bit at his neck, which I took as a good sign. If he didn't like it, he would've pushed me away, right? I chuckle as Looking Hot, Dangerous by Blood On The Dance Floor starts playing. There songs were pretty stupid and sexual, but, at the moment, it seemed like the perfect shit to be playing through the speakers. His hands find the button of the dark purple skinny jeans to undo it and unzip then pull away. I let out a needy whine, nipping at the skin on his neck again in an attempt to retaliate. I could give as good as I got, and then some. My hand finds his button again to undo it then stop, a chuckle coming from me.
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