He Said, She Said; Attyston

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Connor pressed closer as the nips along his neck and scarred throat continued. He tugged on his jeans a bit, slipping his hand back into his jeans, teasing over his boxers before slipping into those as well with a grin, touch gentle before he squeezed, running his tongue up Attyston's torso to his jaw, singing softly in his ear before he kissed him. Then he began to suck on his jaw, throat, leaving protective little marks behind.
He did that across one of his shoulders as well before returning to his throat.

[Attyston Thomas]

He tugs at my jeans before finally slipping his hand into into them, then my boxers. I let out a groan, leaning forward to suck on the skin in the crook of his neck. It seemed to work, so why not keep at it? I pull back to allow Connor to run his tongue along my torso to my jaw, singing in my ear. I giggle, a red tint washing over my face before his lips crashed into mine. I run a hand down his chest, across his protruding ribs to the zipper of his jeans once more. His mouth ran across my throat, along my shoulder before finally returning to my neck. A quiet whimper escapes me and I slide my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans to tug at them teasingly, only to play with Connor. If it wasn't just to torment him they'd probably be gone by now.

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Connor grinned at the whimper, but soon whined himself as his jeans were tugged on. He pushed Attyston's down with a drunk laugh, bending to tug his boxers down with his teeth before smirking at him and leaning in for a deep kiss, hands tracing his lower body agonizingly slow.
He pushed him down to the floor on his back gently so he could suck on his throat even more.

[Attyston Thomas]

He finally pushed my dark purple skinny jeans down with a laugh, though they were so tight they didn't go very far. I giggle as Connor tugs my boxers down with his teeth. I pull his jeans down as his hands explore my body, laying back on the floor as he pushed me. His mouth connects with my throat again and I pull his jeans farther down, followed by his black briefs that he still had from early this morning. The thought passes through my mind that we'd need to buy him underwear too, though the current proceedings pull me out of it quickly. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him to me as I press my lips to his neck again, nipping teasingly.

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Connor froze as he was completely revealed. Bruises littered the skin of his legs and around his groin, as did razor scars, bite scars... Rope burn around his ankles and thighs.
But then Attyston was pulling him close, at his throat again, and that drunken haze replaced frozen shame. He kissed across his throat desperately, then smiled and just hugged him close, thin body lying atop Attyston's, not really worried about his weight being too much of a problem.

[Attyston Thomas]

He froze as I pulled his boxers down. Bruises and scars littered his skin, but I ignored them and pulled him to me. He planteda string of kisses across my throat, then hugged me, his emaciated body on top of mine. I take a deep breath, attempting to steady my breathing. "I think you're perfect, I don't care about your past." I say boldly, running my hands through his hair affectionantely. It was true; I didn't. All I cared about was that he liked me, truly liked me. I was lucky to have met Connor, and honored that he had called me when he'd needed help, even though we hadn't known each other that long. He'd trusted me. I press my lips to his cheek happily, giggling softly.

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Connor smiled and cuddled up close on top of him, focusing on the figers through his hair.
"Thank y-you..." He slurred, but meant it. "F-for not judging..a-a-and being here 'n caring.."
He kissed his chest tenderly, smiling and taking one of his hands to trace it slowly.
"I-I was so done tr-rying with people a-anymore.. Then y-you came along."
He shifted his weight, clearing his throat.

[Attyston Thomas]

He cuddles against me, a smile on his face. He was so hot, and the fact that I was drunk just amplified the attraction. "I'll always be there for you." I reply, burying my face in his neck as Connor kissed my chest before tracing his finger across my bare skin, eliciting a shiver from me. I nod sedately as he goes on to say that he was done with people until I came along. I was glad I could make a difference, I was glad to have been able to help. He shifts on top of me and I glance away, blushing. I run my hand down his back, drawing little hearts with my pointer finger. We were so close, virtually no clothing seperating our skin.

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Connor smiled happily, humming softly to the next song playing. And keeping curled up. He was content like this, even with both of them now undressed.
He coughed a bit, whimpering in pain and touching his chest briefly with a wheeze before the pain passed and he relaxed on top of him again, happy in his drunken haze with somebody he felt completely safe around for once in his life.

[Attyston Thomas]

My brow creases in worry as he starts coughing, touching his chest in evident pain. Soon it apparently passed and he relaxed again. I lay my head back to look up at the ceiling, wanting to get the rest of my beer but too comfy and happy to bother ro move -and move Connor- go get it. Finally I couldn't help it, I lift my head to press my lips to his again. I just couldn't go without his kisses, without his touch, without him being near me. I bite at his lower lip teasingly, a light chuckle building up in my chest as I did so. I pull him to me gently before wrapping my arms around his neck to keep his lips firmly pressed to mine.

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Connor met the kiss happily, giggling as his lip was taken between Attyston's teeth. He cheeks heated up and then Att was pulling him close, right back into the kiss again, held there firmly b. the arms around his neck.
He parted his lips, eyes half closed as he snaked his to gue back into Attyston's mouth again, brushing his cheeks, playing with his tongue. He closed his eyes completely, handed tangling in Attyston's hair affectionately, not wishing to let go at all.

[Attyston Thomas]

I trail my hands from his hair to his bony shoulders, squeezing slightly before descending down his sides, over his ribs. I readily open my mouth for Connor's tongue to enter, green eyes already closed for the deep kiss. His hands work their way into my black dyed hair, and I wriggle happily. My hands finally rest on his protruding hips, thumbs rubbing over his bare skin softly in case he had bruises there. Well, he seemed to have buises anywhere. I mentally frown. No one should be treated like that, especially someone like Connor. It wasn't his fault, and I hope he knew it. His father should have known it. He hadn't made his brother play or anything.

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Connor bit his lip at the trace of hands down his emaciated, marred body. He smiled sadly after breaking away from the kiss to catch his breath. He focused on the fingers rubbing the jut of hips and swallowed his sorrow as best as possible.
He coughed again, clearing his throat and tracing his hands lower, drawing up his courage and grinding their pelvis's together gently as he leaned in to kiss him, whimpering in pleasure.

[Attyston Thomas]

A sorrowful expression comes over his face, which dampens my spirit. "Don't look so sad, you're beautiful." I slur, running a hand through his hair. "Where we've been makes us who we are." I continue. Connor's hands trail lower down my body, which distracts me thoroughly from my speech. A groan grows in my throat as he moves himself against me, our lips meeting again. I part my lips to slide my tongue into his mouth, running over his teeth before our tongues meet. I push myself against him, my eyes closed as I closed my teeth over his tongue teasingly.

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Connor sighed. "I'm n-not.." He complained, but was eventually distracted.
He tensed a bit then relaxed as teeth closed gently around his tongue. Hands gripped at Attyston's hips firmly and he moved against him again, groaning in pleasure.
A drunk smile curled his lips, sorrow forgotten. Or...at least pushed away..
He nipped a Attyston's shoulder.