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  He hadn't even noticed the other had drawn closer, lost in his own thoughts for a moment before hearing him ask the taller an almost hesitant question. Scratch asking Slick if he wanted anything in itself would have earned a scoff, but the way it had been asked certainly had the man rolling his pale hue. If he had rolled his eye any harder, it may have fallen out of his head, then he really would be blind.

  "Really, Doc?" He starts, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he turns from the poison he had been in to lean against the table, and closes the distance between them. For some odd reason, the distance wasn't one of his liking and he wouldn't be opposed to creating some sort of half-assed personal law that when the two were together, they were not to be out of touching length. Though such a law would be much too drastic, it was pleasant to ponder over, though as brief as it was.

  It wasn't like he entirely invaded Doc Scratch's space, either... Well, maybe just a bit, but that was out of old habits and him not being one to necessarily keep in mind that people have a need for personal space. He came within a few inches at most, tilting his head slightly and sighing tiredly, as if what he was about to say was something he has repeated since the first day the two met.

  "Y'know ya ain't gotta be so damned 'hospitable' or whatever the hell. I'm prolly the last person on this forsaken planet who actually gives an actual shit 'bout that." He pauses for a second, pondering over something and looking the other over quietly. It was as if he were doing a mental check, making sure he was still intact and not hurt in any way after their scuffle on the Manor's grounds. Not only that, but he was going over the other's practically flawless features and going over some mental notes about him. For instance, his eyes.

  Though Slick jokes about them, he does undeniably fancy such a characteristic, as much as one would argue that they were odd, he found them fascinating. Another would be his porcelain skin, and the way even if he marred it beyond recognition, it would still stay intact after a time of healing, and the way he gave that aura as if he understood one without having asked them a single question. Though it was also irksome, he found it alluring as well.

  "But, ya still act like a fuckin' butler or some shit 'long those lines with whoever or whatever comes walkin' into this monster of a mansion." At that moment, he fidgets where he stands and moves to bring a hand up to brush the other's cheek.

  "Ya shouldn't, but ya do. 'S stupid in my opinion, but ay, maybe that's why I-" he cuts himself off there, and his hand almost retracts too quickly from the other's cheek, almost as if some electrical shock jumped out and zapped his hand. In fact, that was not the case, but the paler man's temperature was undeniably noticeable. It was quite colder then he remembers it being, and his brows draw forward in a confused state.

  "-holy shit, you're freezin'." He mumbles, almost seemingly perplexed by his own words as he puts his hand back to the other's cheek, pressing his palm there. Spades Slick was still warm from his encounter with the ring, surprisingly enough. It was as if the rain had no effect on him and he had gone about the day with the normal warm temperature of the sun kissing his skin, though he never seemed to get a tan from it.

  It was then he also noticed the other's hair was still wet, and scoffed.

  "You're gonna get fuckin' sick." He sounded a bit worried now and even touched the platinum locks with a quick and light comb through before grumbling a quick, "damn it Scratch", and started to take off his own blazer before putting it on the other's shoulders.

  2014-09-21 04:36:00
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  Doc Scratch's immediate reaction to the other man claiming he didn't have to- and shouldn't-be so "hospitable" when he and others came calling was nothing short of the sort of pout someone would give when their fun had been spoiled. He crossed his arms then, having effectively adopted some petulant mien.

  "It would be entirely rude of me to neglect any of my guests should they require something while I conduct whatever necessary business." He said, using almost the same sort of stubbornness you'd see from a small child who was explaining how things worked in one of their nonsensical games. "And surely my good graces are to be desirable- more so than my contempt would be anyway." Though it would practically take someone setting fire to several of Scratch's personal possessions for him to consider showing them the door, it was guaranteed that when he did it would be in a less than gracious manner. It was advised by everyone who knew him to anyone who didn't to stay on their best behavior, lest they find themselves in some sort of hot water with their host.

  "Besides, I wouldn't think you would be the one to complain about my habits. After all, I..."

  Doc Scratch trailed off as Slick raised his hand and gently brushed it against his pale cheek; the other man's palm was very warm, in stark contrast to Scratch's current temperament. Normally he let his hair air dry after washing it and had never experienced such a drastic chill before. He could have accredited it to the earlier confrontation and its result, or the fact he was not wearing his jacket, but neither of those seemed quite right to him. Slick's warmth, however, sent a very welcome shiver through the porcelain man, and when his hand was quickly removed, it was all he could do not to whine in some form of mild protest. But Slick went so far as to express worry, pressing his hand back to the other, before stating he'd get sick because of walking around with wet hair, of all things. Doc Scratch had a protest on his lips and was about to speak it when Slick pulled his black jacket off and draped it around his thin shoulders. The protest died before it had ever even been sounded, Scratch blinking quickly. This motion was followed by him looking down slightly, a faint blush tinging his cheeks.

  Scratch's next few actions were, undoubtedly, rather contradictory; he looked up at Spades Slick, that same pout stuck to his face, and said, "It isn't as if I really /can/ fall ill with anything. I never have before, and am certainly not about to."

  At the same time, however, he was pulling the other man's blazer tighter around his torso, though he refrained from slipping his arms into the sleeves. It was still warm, not to mention a bit too large for the shorter man, and Scratch wasn't surprised at all by the fact he enjoyed it. He held it close even still, then sighed and said, looking rather resigned, "Thank you."

  It was kind of the taller man to do that, no one would deny it, and those who thought they knew Spades Slick would be completely baffled by the man's actions. Scratch, however, was not. In fact, he felt flattered and rather grateful. He could feel that tugging at his heart again and knew it was no one's fault but Slick's.

  2014-09-21 15:40:00
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  At first, when seeing Scratch's slight pout and the way he had brought up a vague arguement about him being a rather respectable host to any individual, regardless of who or what they were and are, it drew a slight smirk from Slick. But, as the pout was wiped off and instead he was left with an almost startled expression, the black blazer around his shoulders, it almost tempted the taller to flat out chuckle. The blush was the practical icing to the nonexistent cake, regardless of how faint it was. It took almost all of his will power not to simply lavish the other with affection just at that, but he found himself still standing where he was and smirking almost a bit cockily now as the other practically complained about he wouldn't actually get sick; maybe even if he tried, his health would still be quite well.

  "Oh, don't look like that." He starts in an almost sarcastic manner, but it was very minimal and vague.

  Seeing the paler man tug the dark fabric tighter around himself tempted Slick to swoop him up and nuzzle the smug bastard. He was almost like a small white rabbit cuddling into the black swift tail of a larger animal; namely, a wolf. Slick was well aware Scratch was no innocent herbivore however, and certainly couldn't see himself slaughtering the man, at least not on purpose. Of anything, it would be an accident, or merely instinct, something he wouldn't have total control over. The thought almost made him cringe actually, but before h could delve deep into those darker thoughts, he closed the proximity between them and curled his arms around the other's waist before leaning down slightly to place a quick, almost saying 'you're welcome' sort of peck to his paler and colder lips. As ever, they were soft and Scratch himself still had the signature scent of vanilla.

  It seemed Slick would never be entirely use to the scent, and honestly, he was thrilled by that thought. To know he wouldn't pick up the sweet fragrance of the other was a bit disheartening, if a not a bit irritating. Then again, he was practically irritated by most everything that occurred around him.

  "If ya keep poutin', I'll have to give ya somethin' t'a pout 'bout. Prolly interrogation." He shrugged one shoulder, obviously just being playful and wanting the shorter to be... Well, oddly enough, happy. It wasn't as if he could see the other any time of the day he wished, which was a bit strenuous at times, but he dealt with it so he could poke and prod at the other and maybe annoy him at times just because he knew he could.

  Their sort of "interrogation", however, was one that wasn't necessarily solely made for gathering information, but that was what made joking about it amusing.

  2014-09-21 20:42:41
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  The comparison to a rabbit would have triggered either a very snarky response from Doc Scratch, or perhaps even another, likely more powerful, pout that would segue into a frown. Thankfully Spades Slick hadn't said it aloud, so he would be spared the relatively short diatribe on how the simile felt infantilizing, but contained nuances that would suggest Scratch had no actual issues with it whatsoever, and even found it to be something he enjoyed. Slick successfully distracted the other male from this, however, by tugging him forward for a quick kiss. Scratch was still cooler to the touch, but that only made the warmth Slick provided him much more pronounced, and he enjoyed every bit of it. There had been many times in the past when he'd just wrapped up in blankets for warmth, but... This was better somehow. More substantial in some way. Scratch's arms slid underneath Slick's and rested lightly across his back, one arm careful of the angry red scratch marks there that were still relatively fresh. He still got some quiet thrill from remembering them, even now.

  It was hard for Scratch not to act on his impulse and nuzzle close to Spades Slick, eliminating whatever distance still separated the two of them. It was almost unsettling if he were to be truthful. Both the fact he felt this way toward someone who was supposed to be on his eventual hit list and that he'd never experienced such sporadic bursts of affection were disconcerting, one far more than the other. Scratch was occasionally very concerned with his level of apathy from time to time, but the fact he was romantically attached to someone he shouldn't have been took precedence over that currently. It wasn't like he feared being caught- he was too cunning, and even if he slipped up, he would twist things to his favor one way or another, and who would do anything to punish him? He was the leader, and that would be out of the question. If the scenario was proper, however, he could see some lashing out at him physically. Namely Snowman, if he had to be blunt. She wouldn't do it in rage, or even hate, but just to separate them before going on a rather incredulous and dangerous tangent about it. He could see it vividly; her mouth drawn back in a sharp grin that didn't touch her eyes, which were blended with a shocked sort of mania. That was another little feature of his omniscience; he could see these instances with startling clarity. Anyone's reaction was up to his viewing, and most were the same: shock and confusion. Some would have more of one than others. It almost made him laugh that Eggs and Biscuits would be confused and then worried for his wellbeing, as if Slick was somehow harming him. Clover would be surprised, then vastly amused before calling Scratch hypocritical and trying to use it as blackmail. Really the only one whose reaction he didn't favor at all would have been Stitch's.

  He did not want to think of his reaction at all.

  Nevertheless, Doc Scratch laid in against the other man's chest lightly, chuckling quietly.

  "You say that as if whatever this interrogation would involve would make me even more upset." He said, tone rather bright. There was no snark or sarcasm present, and, for all intents and purposes, Scratch was content. "When it's more than likely whatever it entails would do the exact opposite. And we both know you would find it less than disheartening." He did bear a sort of teasing inclination at the last sentence, but it was rather light. Spades Slick would be considered an even bigger liar than usual if he claimed otherwise- Scratch was very aware Slick was fond of that special technique for interrogating, and he'd likely try to hold it over the other man at times in the near future. What was the worst that could happen, anyway? Scratch would be sure not to take it so far as to legitimately anger the other man, though a bit of frustration wouldn't be a bad thing, per se. As devious as Doc Scratch thought it sounded, getting the other man pent up would have been incredibly amusing to see.

  2014-09-22 01:17:00
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  The switch of expressions and body language that Scratch provided lead the taller to believe that whatever it was he was doing, it was a good thing and he should keep doing what his more affectionate and teasing side wanted. Usually, he wouldn't have much of a problem, if any, suppressing such emotions when it came to him exposing a more careful and gentle side of himself. If anything, such a struggle was nonexistent towards most and he would often forget that he could be anything other then cold and corse. But, somehow, though rather expectantly by this point, he found himself barely able to hide the fact he liked kissing Scratch, and that he also liked it when he could simply be a solid post for the other to lean on when possible. Even the slightest of contact, even a simple brush, he almost seemed to get some sort of rush and burst of delight at the contact. Almost as if the very sparks the paler could emit by choice was jumping out of him and sparking something foreign in the darkly dressed mobster. The only think that could remotely compare to this sort of thrill was when he succeeded in a hiest or hit a bullseye when messing about with his daggers in the proclaimed basement of the Crew's hideout.

  However, that sort of thrill was accompanied by adrenaline coursing through his veins and sparking the thrill of getting away with something or realizing that he could most definitely bury a knife in one's back with a simple flick of a blade from his wrist. The sort of delight he was feeling now was a bit more passionate, more heavy, and almost made his heart strings tug tautly in his chest. He deeply wished that these emotions weren't so obvious, knowing he'd feel a bit embarrassed about himself if it was as evident as the scar on his face. It was inevitable that Doc Scratch would note such emotions, but that vague that was at the back of his mind as whatever fractional proximity between them was closed and the shorter man was nuzzling against him and resting against his chest. The arms wrapped around him had goosebumps trailing down his arms and heat lapping up his back. It wasn't a sort of heat that left pain, no instead it was something that soon faded out into a cold chill that tempted the taller man to shiver, but he somehow restrained and instead gave one of his content purrs as he nuzzled briefly into the other's hairline.

  The very subtle tease the other gave earned a light scoff and narrowing of his blue hue before the taller gives him quite the devious smirk. It wasn't smug nor cocky, more so a silent agreement, almost as if to say, "challenge accepted".

  Carefully, he slid a hand up to take the other's chin into his hand, not the mechanical one since he was aware of how cold the metal was and of Scratch's current temperature, and pressed lingering kisses down his jawline.

  "Ya smug ass bastard. Ya seem to know me almost too well; that should be concernin'. I might ha'ft'a fix that, but how...?" He purred out in an amused and playful tone, though it was laced with something a bit more intoxicating. He wasn't going about pressing all his buttons at once, nor was he showing all the cards in his hands (not like that would do much against someone with omnipotence), but he could suggest at as many things as he wished.

  Spades Slick leaned in close to his ear and caressed his jawline in sync, his tone keeping an almost nonchalant, but charming characteristic.

  "I might have t'a experiment a li'l bit."

  2014-09-22 02:12:35
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  Doc Scratch was glad that, of all people Spades Slick could have chosen to be genuinely affectionate towards, it was him. Strange, everyone would certainly agree, but then again the rabbit and wolf comparison wasn't far off at all in reality. Scratch would suppose this was more than just curling up under his tail, however; if Scratch were not in possession of his omniscience, he would be much warier of Slick. He likely would've still tolerated the various ways he displayed his affections, but he'd be much more tense under Slick's hand than he was now. Scratch was glad he wasn't, but he still gathered the sense Slick thought his reactions were amusing. That was vaguely embarrassing, but what did Slick want? Scratch could respond to the other man in perhaps two other ways: telling him to stop, which he certainly didn't want to do, or remaining completely obtuse, as if the Crew leader were doing nothing at all. While the latter would have been useful if he ever wanted to tease Slick, Scratch saw no need for it at the moment. As opposed to Slick, who always seemed ready to tease Scratch to his heart's content. The First Guardian was ready to tell him to stop if some line was crossed, but as yet that hadn't been necessary.

  At least the contact against the top of his head was innocent enough; Scratch enjoyed the quiet purr Slick produced as he nuzzled against him, and those that weren't as soft. All of them, really- it helped Scratch see the man as less of a threat and more of a, well, large cat. Still something very predatory, but in a decidedly more dormant state, lulled into contentment. Scratch liked to be the one who could say he had done that, even if it was only to himself. But things weren't about to stay that way, it seemed, and Scratch should have known he'd get himself into trouble talking like that. He did know, however, and hadn't done anything to stop himself from doing it anyway- to him, that was a guilty pleasure, some sort of misbehavior, even. When a firm hand gripped his chin, he did little to protest, and not just because it inhibited his ability to speak clearly. His eyelids dropped halfway down as Slick leaned in, kissing down his jawline; a brief, wanton thought made him want to apologize for making the other lean down due to their height differences. But he didn't voice it, and instead let the other man continue. It wasn't until Slick spoke up that his face felt warmer at long last.

  Scratch bit the corner of his lip as gently as he could, and not from the inside; barely distinguishable from his white skin were white teeth, visible. Slick likely didn't know this was Scratch's way of getting himself to stay quiet. It could have and likely would have been misconstrued as something else, but Scratch didn't much care by this point. It wouldn't be intentionally misleading, at least, and Slick likely would have no issues at all with it. There were several things Scratch could've said as a reply to Slick, and he wanted to say /something/- he wasn't so passive as to stay silent under this sort of treatment. The taller male's sentence about "experimenting" later left him hanging a bit, however, and Scratch could not help but arch a brow.

  "You may have come in here claiming that you are the last person I should treat hospitably, but I knew you wanted something." Scratch smirked, voice as soft as his breath was. "You could always just ask politely, you know." Scratch knew that Slick and manners did not mix, at least not without a byproduct of scowls and grudging adherence. Scratch also knew he was rather skilled at getting them from him anyway.

  2014-09-22 13:28:51
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  He hadn't planned for himself to take this sort of route when he had first come to the Manor, seeing that his only intentions had been to discuss the ring and bring over the box. He supposed that that specified task was put aside for now, though not entirely forgotten. But, it was only vaguely notified as Slick was paying a bit more attention to the way the other had nipped his own lip. The taller couldn't decide what exactly the purpose of doing that was, but he could only assume that it was a result of his own doing. Either way, it earned a half smile and curious hum. At first, he had thought he had put Scratch in a silent stupor, and almost felt a bit prideful in that. It wasn't until the other had teased right back did he shift slightly so he could gaze down at the half lidded green orbs and feel just the slightest bit interested. To be expected to be polite, or at least hold the slightest bit of manners, even now was a bit ridiculous, but at the same time intriguing. For himself to have something, he had to give a little too, that's how relationships worked. Even if he wasn't entirely one to say "please" or "thank you", when Doc Scratch wanted the violent man to be not so corse... Slick couldn't help but comply.

  "All I have t'a do is ask, then?" Well, not just ask, but ask "politely" like the good lover he surely wasn't. Or at least, not to most people that is. Scratch really was entirely lucky that Slick was very flexible with his wants and yields, for if he wasn't, Spades Slick would have eventually lost his temper by this point. By what exactly, that's not for sure, but he wouldn't have gone this far into a relationship with him at least.

  It took the slightest of moments to figure out what he would say next, voice calm and almost nonchalant as he glanced down from the vibrantly colored eyes, to his pale lips.

  "Do ya mind if I can have you for tonight?" Came the almost too fluid question, and not an once of embarrassment was evident on his expression, unlike the other's face where Slick could depict just faint traces of the green blood burning into Scratch's cheeks. Slick would be considered a thorough liar if he said he didn't find Doc's embarrassed expression to be even remotely attractive. Though he did have one handed currently occupied with lightly holding the other's chin, his other arm was still around his waist and starting to shift a bit so he could rub his fingertips up and down over the Doc's clothed back.

  At that moment, he remembered that Doc Scratch had a pale scar there, though it lined up the length of his spine, Slick felt like he should be cautious with it in case it may have been a sensitive spot for him, mental or physical. It would explain why he shifts his hand a bit aways from his middle and focuses upon lightly stroking his side.

  Slick would indeed not do anything that the shorter man did not wish him to do. Even if it were something he were unsure about, Spades wouldn't force Doc to do it, nor does he think he would succeed if he did. Regardless of that fact, he still wouldn't since he found he favored it when he was allowed to progress and his movements were slow and yielding the entire time. It helped him learn to hold some patience, though as minimal as it was, it was still more then he has been able to learn on his own. He also enjoyed it when Scratch still fought to be collected and composed, no matter the situation, since it almost gave him an opportunity to press against that wall the other kept up to keep himself safe and protected from embarrassment. He wouldn't venture too far with it though; he didn't want to break said metaphorical wall down and accidentally end up hurting Doc, hence his slow but sure movements.

  2014-09-22 17:01:21
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  It had been a bit difficult to speak, even more so in such a quiet tone, with Spades Slick holding onto his chin, but Doc Scratch made do well enough. Slick himself had adopted a very enamoring slant to his voice, one the porcelain man he was holding captive couldn't help but lend an ear to. Scratch could appreciate that in someone, as he was well aware he possessed the same quality. Someone might've pegged that as narcissistic, and Scratch wouldn't disagree, but he had his opinions. A nagging voice came from some dark crevice of his mind, asking if this was the first time Slick had used this style of speech with anyone. Scratch did his best to ignore it as he listened to what Slick had to say. His words certainly left a smirk on Scratch's features, the momentary lip-biting that had been to keep himself silent now long gone. Slick might have understood that he had to give some to get some (in some cases more literally than others), but he also had to understand that just because he employed the use of proper manners in his request didn't mean Scratch was about to simply agree to it.

  "While it does flatter me you deign to apply some level of politesse when you ask these things, I will not always just allow it." Scratch said, pride inflected in his voice. It was true he could be very proud when he felt it necessary, which oddly enough included situations such as these. "Sometimes I wish to be the one who is considered, ah... For lack of a better word, hard to get."

  True, that didn't exactly translate what Scratch meant, but for once his impressively extensive vocabulary failed him when it came to describing exactly what he wanted. It was just a footnote, however, and he was ready to overlook it at the moment. And he did, continuing along with ease after a short pause during which he looked up to Slick, still smirking and eyes glittering faintly.

  "But I cannot find any reason to suspend my agreement, and you did ask me ever so kindly." Scratch wouldn't let it show, but he has a certain weakness for when Slick used, or attempted to use, any form of manners with him. Even if Slick's throat clenched around the word 'please' or asking politely tasted like bitter medicine in his mouth, Scratch would glean amusement from it and pay him back however he saw fit. Maybe after a whole it'd become inherent.

  Or not. Who was he kidding.

  "Besides, I had nothing to attend to anyway. My time is yours, then, Mister Slick, and I do hope you do not waste it." Scratch was wise enough not to give his time to people he knew would not make use of it, however, so he considered it a rather decent investment at the least.

  When it came to the hand near the scar on his back, Doc Scratch could not say it was either good or bad. He was wearing Slick's own jacket over his shirt and then the undershirt, so he didn't quite count the contact as exposure. It was gentle enough not to make any matter, as it were, but contact in that area always made Scratch feel vaguely on edge- ironically, it was the same way some others felt when he was around. No harm was being done, however, so Scratch allotted it. He knew Slick would not do something if he was aware it would purposely harm him, and he was glad for that sense of conscience. It was what separated him from those who did, and were, in that sense, worse. Some would argue that Spades Slick was the lowest of the low, but in some cases they would be wrong. Scratch knew someone worse in that regard. They were closer than he would like, and had caused too many issues recently. Scratch disliked being reminded of it, but it wasn't like to stick in his mind for long, especially with Slick around.

  2014-09-22 20:12:41
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  Slick did think that Scratch was an odd ball (no pun intended), but it certainly wasn't anything perturbingly off, more so he saw the man's outer actions and words to be a a shell, something that could easily shift upon the snap of two fingers and turn into something obscured and rough on the edges. The reason it he taller considered it obscured was because he had not a clue of the snap in change to be stable or not. There was undoubtedly more then a few things the mobster has yet to find out about the paler and quite attractive man before him. Maybe that was what Slick found so fascinating about him, which he did feel intrigued about Doc Scratch, but it was mild and closely related to that of the lingering scent of dew after a storm. It was light and barely picked up by the sense, but all the same it would be there if one breathed in deep enough.

  The almost cocky smirk that curled on Scratch's lips after Slick had verbally, with a slight struggle and almost procrastination in doing so, asked for permission from him earned a hint of an interested hum.

  It was all too apparent the shorter and much more patient other was pleased by the taller's words and caution, and along with the pleased feeling, Slick himself was growing amused. He was well aware of the fact Scratch could be quite the tease when he wanted to, hence the other night when he had so enticingly leaned onto the mobster's chest, who was sitting in a bar stool at the time and didn't at all mind the close proximity.

  He was able to discern the pride and facts from the upcoming information that Doc Scratch did indeed have the power to do as he pleased and could always decline the Crew leader's offer for a bit of twisted interrogation. What was a bit unsettling was the fact that what he said was true, seeing that Slick was one to not necessarily care when or where such intimate scenarios took place. Scratch must have been well aware of that by this point, but he could almost see the words of mockery in his tone. Where it should have earned a scoff or mocking impersonation of a man who took everything into account, he instead growled, but it wasn't very defensive or offensive noise. It was much a mimic of the growl he had let out not a couple days ago, something of a cross between a deep purr and hum.

  "Aw, no need to play hard to get.. I'm well aware of what you're capable of, which is prolly a whole hella lot, if not more. Besides,-" he lets the hand let go of Scratch's chin, smirking, and kissed the pulsing vessel at the other's neck. "-I'm a greedy man. I like to get things I can't have." He finished quietly, the words not being a warning really, but more so a tease.

  This was when he had to take into account their surroundings, having already a pretty decent idea of what the room was mapped out as, and knew that it would take quite an amount of time to get to the other's room, so he proceeded with the next best option.

  Without warning, he maneuvers so he may scoop the other up, Doc's weight coming into play and being quite easy to deal with, before the taller had eased him into a sitting position on the table the room provided. He was situated between the man's thighs, hands resting on both as he realizes such an elevation gave the paler a bit more height and the two were basically eye-level. He waited for a moment however, making sure this was okay before continuing.

  2014-09-23 14:16:08
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  Doc Scratch was the sort of man who did not let his outward appearance betray his inner feelings very frequently. Oftentimes this made others observing him fear he either did not care at all for the topic being discussed, or was furious beyond any words and none of them were leaving the room with all of their extremities intact. Neither were usually true, but Doc Scratch did prefer to keep his thoughts to himself. If he planned on saying something, he most certainly would, and if not, he would hold his tongue. This was almost akin to that sort of situation- right now Scratch was trying not to let it show and doing a rather thorough job of it, but if he were asked, without any pressing he would admit that when Spades Slick growled like that it did things to him. And just the very thought of his own reaction had him feeling endlessly salacious, as if the sort of activity it implied was the evilest of sins to indulge in. It was an odd mindset but it was the one that had been instilled in him for a long while now. All work and no play made Scratch very sensitive to that certain category of stimuli, through no fault of his own. He supposed he was prudish in some ways, then, but it was nothing exposure wouldn't change. And with Spades Slick around, it seemed he had just that in store for him. At the moment he could find no part of himself that argued against it too strongly.

  "Greedy, hm?" Scratch lifted a brow, as if amused by Slick's sentiment. In reality he found it to be not amusing but but something more akin to darkly flirtatious the way Slick said it, which did not go unappreciated. "Be careful, even so. You certainly don't want to bite off more than you can chew, so to speak."

  Scratch himself was well aware of Slick's inclination toward avarice, and did not exactly disparage him due to it. Everyone had their vices, not even Scratch could deny that fact. As for his personally, well... It couldn't be greed, as Slick's was. Similarly, lust was not anywhere near any of his proclivities, and even further from them had to be gluttony, closely followed by sloth. Scratch personally could hardly tolerate the latter two. Envy might have been a bit closer to the mark if anything, but pride was without a doubt his crux. He had too much of it at most points in time; he disliked accepting help when he knew he could get by without it, even if it were by the skin of his own teeth. Then he'd play it off as if it weren't so close and do damage control to make certain he hadn't stepped on anyone's feelings. He was tactful, yes, and in some cases warranted his pride, but was still working around not tripping over it. Perhaps if he had less, he'd be more open about voicing his supposed faults and worries. But right now that was at the very back of his mind, if at all.

  Doc Scratch resisted the urge to both gasp and cling to Spades Slick when he was lifted; it had been a sudden move, not one he was about to contest. It hadn't even gotten repetitive to consider, but this was the first time anyone had ever lifted him. The task was easily achieved, to say the least, and though Scratch felt it was a bit infantilizing, he again couldn't help but revel in it. A quick, breathless smile crossed his features as Scratch found himself seated at eye level with Slick. The black jacket around his shoulders slipped down to pool around his waist, while Slick's hands remained on his thighs. He had no issue with either, and set his arms up loosely around Slick's neck as he had the night he'd made him dinner. This was almost like Slick sitting while Scratch perched in his lap, but not quite. They were marginally closer already, for whatever it was Slick had planned to "experiment" with, their chests near to touching as it was. Scratch would pretend he didn't know what it was the other man was plotting. Sometimes that made things a bit more fun.

  2014-09-23 22:17:34
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  He doesn't think he's seen a wider and more amused smile on Doc's face then at that moment. It wasn't a smug smirk nor slight curl of the lips that gave him an almost snake-like appearance; it was instead a legitimate smile that looked, dare he think it... Excited? Yes. It looked utterly enthusiastic, and sent all sorts of delight shocking up and down his spine, hands giving a small twitch out of his sudden realization towards the other's reactions. When familiar arms rested around his shoulders, tugging the two into a not so foreign feeling proximity, he could only smile in return, slightly showing his fangs as they protruded form his upper lip.

  "I think I can handle plenty with /my/ horror of a mouth." He murmured back, giving a small example by leaning forward and nipping Scratch's lower lip with the shark-like teeth, obviously amused and also threatening to tip over the cliff into a sea of want and pleasure. Just as the thought implies, he wasn't afraid to drown, nor was he intimidated by the dark depths of the metaphorical ocean, or even the marine life that dwelled in it. The ocean could be ravenous, threatening, and homicidal at a moments notice, and the next utterly calm with a few gentle laps against a sun kissed shore. One could even compare the ocean to a certain mobster who was a bit bipolar in his characteristics. Though certainly not two-faced, it was more so something he was able to cut on and off at will, like that of a switch. And currently, he was turned on.

  It seemed Spades Slick would never tire of the shorter man's touch, even now as he has already had him one night, and plans to have him another. The slender arms that were so comfortably on him sent a cluster of goosebumps caressing down his skin and earned a slight shiver that was nothing but subtle. Honestly, he can't even remember a time where one's simple touch, even something as careful and gentle as resting one's arm against his shoulder, would spike something he didn't even know existed in him. It should have scared him, the fact Doc had this sort of affect on him, and seemed to be well aware of it if his smug smirks every now and then were anything to go off of. Slick knew that Scratch was all too keen upon the implications that he could control such a ferocious and hostile man, and really? It was a bit... Thrilling rather then terrifying. To know someone merely teased him about his affections and intimate necessities was playful, and not discriminating in any way. All that was even remotely upsetting was that Slick could see the other one day saying "no", and would have a frowning and grumbling mobster to deal with for the rest of the night. Though, he was aware that he couldn't simply ask every time they met, that was a bit silly and odd, but he felt like tonight would provide something for both to unwind with and maybe have a nice cuddle (dear deity, he didn't think he'd ever wish to do such a thing in his life) afterward.

  After he had come upon the assumption he was allowed to progress with his shenanigans, he started to slide his hands up the other's thighs and thumb over the slender area where a belt would surely wrap around his hips. The nip to Scratch's lip was the first of many love bites, which was evident as he gave a smirk, almost in warning really, and leaned forward to press a most passionate and firm kiss to his lips. He was still oddly cold, and it sent chills down his back and earned a roll of his shoulders or two to wean off such chills. He didn't doubt that after a few moments of heated kissing, the other' slips would be at a repose giblets warmth and slightly flushed a respectable verdant color. One of the hands at his hips shifted a bit to start running up further, sliding up the other's shirt and making the fabric ride up to expose pale and flawless skin. It didn't take any prompting to maneuver the same hand under the shirt, his warm hand careful against the other's cooler chest as fingertips ran over defined muscles and ribs, sliding almost too casually over his chest.

  In the first time in what seems like forever, the taller allows his eye to close. Not just half lid, but fully close as he became enveloped in the other's taste and feel of his skin; all the while, allowing his own desires to build and stack up.

  2014-09-24 00:48:43
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  Spades Slick's murmuring had the First Guardian smirking to himself, entertained by the other man's claims. It was only heightened when the other man nipped his lower lip; his heart jumped a bit, almost in place of flinching away from the otherwise dangerous teeth. It wasn't with the intention of ripping flesh or even puncturing (not yet anyway) he bore them, and Scratch knew that, so he was much more tolerant of Slick's actions. It brought Fin and Trace to mind somehow, though those two would rip out any throat with no qualms whatsoever if it came to it. Their teeth were their greatest physical asset in combat, and they both took meticulous care of them, contrary to rumor. But while theirs would grow back, Scratch was sure Slick's wouldn't. They were still a treat as he applied them, and had a small blush beginning to form on Scratch's cheeks. With that came the slowly-building heat that accompanied the rush of blood under the porcelain skin. He was sure he'd warm up quickly under the other man's affections; just as much he was sure Slick wouldn't enjoy kissing someone so cool to the touch.

  The kiss the Crew leader followed up with would only aid that end; Scratch returned it with equal fervor, sitting up a bit farther almost on a reflex. He wasn't used to being this tall in comparison to Slick, but he couldn't say it was a bad thing at all. He could get used to it, certainly. But he wasn't about to allow the other man to press him back into the table just yet; Scratch provided him just enough push so they leveled out. He didn't want to come off as trying to throw the other man off or put up some physical struggle, but he wasn't about to be passive. Slick's hand running up his side only has the smaller man shifting slightly, closer to it, his own eyes already closed. He certainly didn't mind the ease with which Slick's hands traversed his skin, and enjoyed the sensation which could quickly turn more sensuous than affectionate if he played the right cards. This was indicated by a quiet, slow sigh the other man let out, which contrasted their kiss but revealed his contentment and further consent.

  At that moment, Scratch was struck with the oddest urge to just laugh at what he was doing; it was misbehaved in its entirety and there was no way it would have gone unpunished if he were caught. It gave him the strange impression of someone much younger sneaking around behind their parents' backs and past curfew, getting into things they shouldn't be. But it wasn't his parents Scratch was evading and doing unacceptable things behind the backs of, but the very group he was supposed to set a standard for. He knew, however, there was one person who wasn't fooled, and that was Lord English himself. Fortunately it was likely he'd never have to deal with his own repercussions, if at all. What on earth made him disregard that long enough in the first place he couldn't quite say. But the next thing he knew he was grinning against Slick's mouth and crossing his legs over the other's lower back, holding him close that way. If Scratch considered this ill-behaved, he likely couldn't fathom what Slick would consider the same- or, at least he'd pretend as much.

  2014-09-24 02:46:37
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  Slick could not deny and say he didn't particularly like the way Scratch leaned forward and returned the kiss. It was oddly foreign, not because he was new to that sort of reaction, but because he expected a bit of a timid response from the shorter rather then the equally intense return of actions. It may have been foreign, but it certainly wasn't unwanted, nor was it something that made the taller man pause and contemplate. In fact, he gave a pleased purr, finding it almost enticing as he also took note of the way Scratch had leaned up a bit. It might have been the other was so use to leaning up when Slick kissed him, that he kept a straight position and kept close contact. If he was to be questioned in that very moment as to whether he was comfortable or not, he would most certainly have to agree he was, if not a bit intent upon escalating the scenario further.

  When Scratch sighs, Slick takes that as his cue to continue, the hand under the others shirt flexing to dig blunt nails into the other's chest a bit before dragging the hand downward to the hem of his pants. A very small voice pestered him to be mindful of his actions and move with caution, but at the same time all he could think about was having a bit of fun with the other man's skin and body. It certainly wouldn't be anything that would harm him badly, nor would any marks last considering Scratch's uncontrolled regeneration.

  It takes a moment or so for him to realize that there are legitimately legs wrapped around him and tugging him closer (if that's even possible at this point). A noise between a grunt and purr comes put from him, almost tasting the grin upon the other's lips. Scratch would be, and forever will be, his smug bastard; whether or not he was keen on the name Slick provided him may be debatable though.

  He had merely returned the delighted expression, smirking before realizing the paler was in fact quite warmer by the point, if his blush wasn't the telltale sign, then Slick didn't know what was. The hand that had been curled around the paler's waist shifted to instead graze up, then down the thigh curled around him. As it slid back down, he decides to repeat what he had done the first time; fingertips ghost over the other's zipper to his pants, fumbling with the accessory in a teasing manner before palming over his front.

  He hadn't even taken notice of the other taking advantage of the difference in height, nor was he aware that Scratch was a bit reluctant to lose such an advantage. If he had, he would have undoubtedly chuckled and purposely shoved the man down on the table.

  It seemed, either way, Spades Slick would do just that. Though, he wasn't particularly doing it just yet, being much more intrigued in earning a bit of a few noises from the porcelain man first.

  Slick was going to do just as he said and experiment, and of course the fact still remained that he would stop when told, and yield when he thought he should, but overall he would be going a bit farther. It came to mind that he could indeed pin Scratch down (though he was well aware now that the other was considerably stronger then his frame suggested), and could very well earn a few noises by doing such a thing. Whether they be complaints or something a bit more delighted, he couldn't be sure, but he supposed he would have to be willing to proceed with such a task first before carrying it out. And to think he had just been drinking away his worries, flirting with girls he didn't know the name of, and occasionally sleeping with his right hand man, only to come upon the sudden realization that he could in fact carry on an intimate and healthy relationship. Well, excluding the part where they were both leaders of gangs and had a knack for being either prideful or violent, then they were respectively compatible together.

  2014-09-24 18:03:34
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  In all reality, Doc Scratch could have handled much sharper nails being dragged down his skin, and rougher, but Slick's felt just fine as they raked down his flank, causing the porcelain man that was subject to them to arch his back further, just barely doing what constituted as breaking off from the kiss to inhale sharply. When he did, he let another wave of heat accompanied by Slick's scent and the realization of the other mobster's intentions to wash over him. Of course, he did not fight it, and rather enjoyed it. Scratch was still relatively new to all this, it was true, therefore he had only scant hints of what he did and didn't like when it came to such activities. He trusted Slick not to misuse Scratch's openness to this sort of thing to a prominent degree. Really, Scratch should've wondered why he trusted Spades Slick, a notorious thief and liar, with something so intimate and personal. It wasn't exactly a trust, really- he more expected it. He knew the other man was aware of right from wrong in these situations, and expected him to behave accordingly. Slick didn't exactly behave in any circumstance, but for this to work there had to be an exception to that. He trusted and expected Spades Slick would not take advantage of him in this of all situations, and that he would exercise good judgment as well. After all, thus was a more vulnerable side of Scratch he was witnessing.

  He knew Spades Slick's designated "pet name" for him was "smug bastard", and didn't quite mind. Every time the other man said it, he could detect the affectionate undertones it used. In addition to that, Scratch had been called much worse in his life, and not always to his face. Behind his back and occasionally thought, others would say whatever they pleased, momentarily forgetting he knew every word of all their dialogues. Sometimes it was a bit depressing, yes. Sometimes Scratch wished he didn't have to put up with that particular ability of his at all. But there was no getting rid of it, so he remained in silent resignation to the fact some people would have loose lips in regards to speaking of him. He knew Slick would have to regard him with nothing short of contempt when among his own peers, but that was playacting and Scratch would have to do the same at times. That was simple enough, but verbal battery was something Scratch did not enjoy at all, under any circumstances, especially his current one. Just as well, Slick didn't seem much for vocalization at the moment. Almost a loss, considering the right things being said at the right time could be very effective.

  Spades Slick's hand running up and down his thigh resulted in small trembles from the shorter man, mouth tilting back in a loose smirk. The breath he'd taken was almost ineffectual, as Slick had snatched it right back from him as his hand went to the front of Scratch's pants. Perhaps it wasn't the physical contact so much as the fact there was someone who did that so readily, when most saw Scratch as sterile and completely numb to that effect. Slick had been the one to disregard that from the start, and Scratch didn't doubt if the man had struck him instead of kissed him that first day he would've felt just as invigorated, odd as that sounded. It wasn't true now, of course; if Slick hit him now he'd be subject to the most bone-chilling and perhaps literally paralyzing glare of his life. Scratch would not put up with that, but he did not fear it from this one. Instead he allowed his face to flush deeper, expression a blend of demureness and anticipation. He'd let Slick continue on as he pleased; the man had had a long day, after all, he deserved a bit of relief from all the stress it had entailed.

  2014-09-24 20:21:23
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  If he thought the other's speckle of a blush on his cheeks was attractive, then he was absolutely mesmerized by the flushed green color spreading about his porcelain features. It was slow, concentrated, and flowed through tout his features like a fresh cut spills the most bitter of blood that is still undoubtedly sweet upon the admirers tongue; in which case, Slick would be said admirer, tongue curled in a certain manner behind fangs that all too evidentially gave off the growing craving for the other, paler man. It was at this point he realized the growing desire creeping upon him and the urge to take his prey as is and eat his cake too. The taller had admitted he was quite the greedy man, even now, he stands true to such words as he has a look of lust and want upon his features; icy hue half lidded, breath hot even as he forces himself to deeply inhale and exhale, and what was the vanilla icing upon the figurative cake was the other's almost timid like expression. That's about when he finally caved into his urges, not at all slow in his motions as he drags the jacket and checkered ring box in one hand to carelessly allow such objects to drop to the floor. He didn't need them getting in the way, nor having Doc hurt himself upon either laying on top of the box or slipping on the black blazer.

  Only when such objects were upon the floor did he then pertain to moving Doc Scratch, leader of the Felt and now apparently the Crew leader's, Spades Slick, lover. Now, it wasn't necessarily a very rough manner in which he would slam the other down on the table, which was undoubtedly doable in this scenario, but instead he was swift and calculating in his actions; something he was fully capable of doing, though only when money or heists were considered into the equation. It was a mere process of leaning his weight forward, not all at once of course, and easing the man down, also curling an arm around one thigh to drag the other closer as he took a subtle step back. Slick could easily support Scratch's weight and with his legs wrapped around the taller's waist, it gave some much needed leverage to keep the other held up in such an intimate position. Spades Slick himself was currently leaned over, exhaling a breath he hadn't even noticed he had been holding during their kiss and started to trail such kisses down his jaw and over his throat. He choice such a vital place on purpose, fangs nipping over the flesh there before finally nicking the skin off to the side of the jugular. It wasn't as if he'd cause any intimidating harm to the man, but it would be something that would expose a more animalistic side of himself... Without a sharp weapon (other then his fangs of course).

  Spades Slick was known to be a man who was none too gentle and had a nice, short temper to compliment his even short stature do height. Though, he was considerably taller then Deuce and still in such a category where Scratch was concerned, one would be quite surprised to have found out how gentle and considerate he has, is, and will be to the Felt leader. If anything, one would think Slick to automatically lunge at the first opportunity to rip his throat out, not leave a trail of hickeys and nicks where vibrantly green blood oozed from marble skin, like that of sickly bitter syrup from the bark of a tree. Their meetings have taken the oddest of twists and turns, and not once did Slick picture himself in some sort of pantry like quarters with Doc pinned under him, mind pleasantly numb and feeling sensations enhanced to a T. If he were to be informed that this was what he would be doing in a few weeks or so after conversing with Doc Scratch, he would have laughed and called said person an idiot before continuing his daily routine of havoc and vulgar intentions.

  2014-09-25 00:37:28
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  The way Spades Slick tossed his black jacket and the ring's box to the floor jarred Doc Scratch back to the present, and everything hit him at once. They were in the pantry of Felt Manor, the leaders of the two most dangerous gangs in the city, and were not doing anything remotely close to a fight to the death or some other dramatical conversation. What they were occupied with was heated and physical, yes, but no one was in danger. Furthermore, Scratch was on a table of all things. A /table/. That wasn't where you did the things Slick intended to do, but Scratch found himself incapable of speaking up at all, and he knew why. The idea appealed to him in some dark, perverse manner he didn't recognize, but it was also thrilling on some levels. That was likely one of the reasons he was so willing to let Spades Slick continue- he wanted to see what would happen, to not only witness it but experience it, be the subject of it. It was partially curiosity, but the scale was quickly tipping toward his own desires, as obscure as they remained to even the First Guardian himself. It had never seemed relevant until, well, now, and he appeared to be coming up short in that department.

  Spades Slick was rewarded with a shaky gasp as he pulled Scratch in closer and placed a hand at his thigh to shift their positions and press the latter's back into the table. It was an indication of surprise, mostly, this being a wholly new situation. Scratch was just glad it was a sturdy table. Thankfully no one ate on it, or even in the room. Scratch would still be sure to clean the place meticulously afterward anyway. As Slick blazed his familiar trail down Scratch's jaw and neck, the other Nan's head angled back a bit, eyes shutting tightly. His delicate white fingers found their way into Slick's gelled hair, ingraining themselves with the black locks with little hesitation. Scratch produced a rather quiet whimper when his skin was scraped; Slick knew it was close to his jugular vein, and if it were punctured too roughly they'd have a bloody mess on their hands. That might've been what Slick wanted- after all, he was the wolf here. That metaphor would've made Doc Scratch the essentially helpless white rabbit in their current engagement, a position he was going to do very little to contest. For once, he'd allow himself to be the "prey", and let Slick have his way.

  The attentions, however lascivious they appeared, didn't necessarily make Scratch feel defiled, or even remotely uncomfortable. He was certain this wasn't a bad thing- this was consensual, after all, and feeling that way would have raised a red flag in anyone's mind. If something did, Scratch wouldn't hesitate to address the issue. He liked to take care of problems and get them out of the way, and that counted. As yet, he could foresee none that were so grievous, but not much could be considered grievous toward an immortal and omnipotent man. Scratch wondered if Slick realized that was what he was, especially now, when he was acting decidedly submissive. It could've been a massive ego trip or it could've been humbling, it simply depended on the individual in question. Slick likely thought the former, if Scratch had to guess at all. The various ministrations had him feeling that way too, if not vaguely; it was good to feel wanted by someone in this way, and not just in blind lust. There was affection in Slick's actions, whether or not he'd care to recognize it at all. He hadn't just come by for a quick lay, he'd come to see Scratch, to check on him and discuss business. Scratch knew for a fact that was why he enjoyed this as much as he did- Slick did have substantial feelings for him, and it showed. Scratch only hoped his feelings were properly communicated as well.

  2014-09-25 03:23:23
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  The gasp he was able to extract from the other was a bit surprising, though like the verdant colored blush he was never going to overlook on Scratch's features, he took it as a sign he was doing something right and that he should undoubtedly continue. There wasn't any word to be spoken to let Slick know he was playing his cards right, nor was there a necessity for a word that would let him know he was doing something wrong. He was well aware of what was okay and not so okay. Though, his morals were obscured and hazy at best, there were some things that stuck more so then others. Like, for instance, the fact he knew he couldn't simply use the Felt leader as some play thing to satisfy whatever need he had at the moments notice. He had to treat him with respect, or at least as much as he could muster for someone like himself. He was also aware of the fact that, above all, he did indeed hold some foreign feelings for the contrasting man. This may not have been the first time he has done something so scandalous, but this may be the first time he was actually /interested/ in the person such actions were being afflicted upon.

  He was aware that Scratch could undoubtedly turn the tables with a beat of ease if he wanted to, so for Slick to know he was willingly allowing himself to be the more submissive one out of the two was greatly appreciated.

  Personally, Slick has never been on the taking instead of the giving end, though nothing was at all wrong with it, he was more so someone who liked to be in control of things rather then someone who was controlled. Still, he kept in mind that his actions would all be accounted and that he should indeed watch himself.

  He felt familiar hands curl into his hair, thoroughly messing it up, though it wasn't particularly perfect in the first place, it would be more unkept then it had been formerly. The touch itself was comforting, and after he left a few more bits and nicks, the taste of iron was fully upon his tongue. He hadn't nicked the jugular vein, not yet anyway, but he had still made a bit of a mess on the white porcelain skin beneath him. It doesn't take long for a loud purr-like noise to come from him, and an even shorter moment for him to start undoing the other man's pants. It was only when he had gotten the zipper and button undone did he think of something a bit dark and maybe even risky. Of course, he could always stop since he knew the exact definition of the word, but he could always try what was storming in his hazy head.

  With a none too shy hand, he snakes it into the depths of Scratch's undergarments, curling his digits around his length and giving a slight squeeze before starting to move said hand in a stroking motion. He had just realized that if he did decide to end up having the Felt leader on the table, he didn't have any lubricant to do so (as far as he was aware of). So, in turn for the lack of such a substance, he would do a bit of improvising. Before he does so though, he wants to see a bit of how far he can go, and if he's lucky (which in his case is slim to none), he may actually be able to tease the omniscient Doc Scratch thoroughly. It would be something almost admirable to know he can successfully make the other come undone, definitely something to check off his bucket list, especially if it would be the last thing he ever did before Scratch grew too impatient with him and gave him a nice shiner (or worse). Then again, he had quite the load to check off said bucket list by allowing such a relationship to fester between the two of them. In the oddest of ways... He enjoyed it.

  2014-09-25 22:11:46
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  Doc Scratch certainly respected Spades Slick's preference when it came to which end of things he was on, giving or receiving, but he could not help but bear his own opinions on the matter. It wasn't up to debate that he was still in control of the situation, and not just due to his natural omnipotence. If he wanted Slick to stop, for whatever reason, he would; and Scratch was completely certain that if he were to urge the man the opposite direction, to ask for more, it would be gladly given as well. Partially it was the urge to please the partner, but out of respect for the other's boundaries and sheer attachment and affection toward the submissive that the dominant would acquiesce to their wishes, whatever they my be. The submissive was in charge, certainly, though it was a different and less direct form of control. It was mostly logic, but Scratch found his position to be more than acceptable. He didn't think he as capable of taking Slick's position as it was, due to his own misgivings.

  Scratch knew Spades Slick felt a bit unsettled when he attempted to delve into the feelings he harbored toward the former, whatever they may have been. However foreign they were to the crew leader , Scratch must have at least empathized with that notion- Slick had early years where all of that had developed, while Scratch's had essentially been dormant all this while, until very recently. Scratch possessed affection for the other man, it was obvious, or else he wouldn't have slept with him. Scratch was many things, just like Slick was, but he'd never use someone so intimately that way for his own personal gratification. Doc Scratch also knew that the taller feared retribution from Scratch should he be mistreated somehow, which almost made him want to laugh. He'd reprimand him verbally , of course, but... Scratch wasn't sure if he would ever go so far as to strike the other man. Instead of filled with fury, Scratch would have been more torn up inside than anything. In some ways, an upset Scratch in need of consolation was worse than an angry one; he had to wonder what Slick's reaction to seeing the man he so adored in such a miserable state would have been, if he ever allowed himself to be caught that way.

  Scratch couldn't taste his own blood as Slick could, but he wasn't about to discourage the other man from doing as he pleased. The various small punctures and incisions hardly hurt him, and with Slick purring so deeply, he was genuinely reminded of some large cat grooming whatever it had caught between its paws contentedly. The constant low, rumbling sound had drawn Scratch further down a dark path that primed him for whatever other stimulation Slick planned. The other's next move was rather quick, and made Scratch's eyes open swiftly, looking to Slick, who still had him pinned. It wasn't a gasp or whine such as earlier he revived in response, but a mewl he tried to stifle at the squeeze the other gave him. Shivers went up and down his spine, and he was utterly surprised at how quickly the other man had gotten into his pants. His blush now tinged even the tips of his ears, but as yet he was still enjoying their contact.

  "Y-You move fast." Scratch murmured, taking in what he saw from his current position below Slick, etching it all into his mind as the other would the layout of the Manor.

  2014-09-26 15:44:21
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  He may have been acting a bit more swifter then usual, however it was nothing for one to worry about, especially Scratch since the taller refused to do something that would particularly stun the other into either shock or silence, probably both. The mewl he was able to drawl out of the paler man was worth such fluid movements though, his mouth curled snake-like into a smile, and he was almost a bit smug. Though, the smug expression is gone as quickly as it appears, him leaning down a bit to lap up the rest of the verdant colored blood and idly watch as the marble-like skin began healing itself up. The process in itself was fascinating, like invisible stitches drawing the opposing side into a line and then the line itself disappearing completely. It tempted him to leave more marks, but he resisted for the moment, instead wishing to pertain to reply to the other's--he stuttered. Dear deity, he had stuttered, and such an occurrence has happened only a handful of times, and each time was better then the last. He reveled in the fact he was able to get Doc Scratch to do such a thing, and purred quietly at that, wishing to hear more.

  "Well, of course... I did say I wanted t'a try a few thin's, 'n' I aim t'a please." He let the last word roll off his tongue, not moving to kiss the pinned man at this point since he has found he does indeed like the gasps and small whines he would let out, and didn't at all want such noises to be smothered; though, he does enjoy having such an intimate contact as that, especially since it always leaves the lingering taste of vanilla upon his tongue.

  Out of all the times though, even now, he thinks the best kiss he has received from the other man was when he had shown up hungover, barely coherent, and a bit pissed since he had come to the Felt's Manor to retrieve Droog's hat. When he had asked the other to lean forward for another kiss, this time planned rather then abruptly leaning forward and crashing his lips into the other's, an overwhelming sense of satisfaction had come over him. Maybe it was because he realized at that point he could stir something up between the two of them, or maybe it was because, for once, he hadn't threatened someone to get what he wanted. Either way, it was once of the best kisses, and the way Scratch had retreated into the house afterward, just remembering it, has Slick purring louder and louder, overwhelmed with utter adoration for the paler man.

  Carefully, he strokes Doc Scratch, though doesn't do it quickly nor slowly. It was something that had started out unsure, then beat into a rhythm as it started to quicken slightly. Even though he hadn't touched himself once, he was finding his own urges becoming thicker and heavier, and to satisfy one or two, he maneuvers the mechanical hand holding the paler down to instead place claws at his chest, over the fabric of his shirt. Typically, what he was trying to do was almost overwhelm the other's senses. He was still semi-new to this, and though his stamina may or may not be as built up as Slick's, he'd treat it as such. The claws had started to prick into the shirt, then in one swift motion, clawed downward, definitely catching the porcelain skin beneath since green blood seeped from the shirt afterward.

  Almost as if to apologize for such an action, he lavishes the other's jawline and neck with affection, taking his time to nip enough to leave some bruises here and there, and enough to nick his skin a couple times. Some very dark and sinister side of himself couldn't help but utterly wish for Doc to, well, ask him to finally have him on the table (of all places). Slick was, afterward, going off of his cue and his recognition of continuing or not... He may or may not be taking advantage of such a fact at the moment.

  2014-09-27 01:14:49
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  Doc Scratch was entirely aware that the other man was enjoying his position above the First Guardian, and drawing out the teasing and touching as long as he wanted. Just as well, Scratch couldn't find it in him to argue at all- he found he enjoyed it. He had a deficit in attentions of this variety, it was true, and perhaps more than obvious by now. Scratch honestly felt as if Spades Slick were spoiling him with all the love bites and various touches provided, and though several different ways to repay the taller man, each more and more sensual, played through his head, he found himself incapable of acting on any, largely due to their positions. He felt a bit guilty for making Slick do what he considered the heavy lifting in this instance, but as long as the taller man was enjoying himself, he saw no need to change things. And by the sound of his purring, Slick was indeed having a good time. Scratch couldn't lie and say the opposite- even now he writhed gently under the other man, who drew out soft, pleading whines from Scratch by stroking him so carefully. More acute cries could be drawn out by different actions, of course, but this was different. It was nothing short of affectionate, really, which pleased Scratch more than was immediately obvious to the other man. He didn't want their actions to be empty or meaningless, as idealistic as that sounded.

  For a word Spades Slick was loath to say and made a point to utter as infrequently as possible, when he said "please" it made Scratch shudder minutely in his grasp, swallowing noticeably. When he wanted it to, Slick certainly could have a rather entrancing voice. Scratch would admit to being impressed. Instead of saying anything like that, however, he let out a heavy exhale, eyes shutting gently. This momentary reprieve from Slick's teeth gives his various cuts and hickeys time to heal over. On a small scale, it was fascinating, yes, but larger injuries could be unsettling to watch repair themselves. Burnt flesh regenerating, bullet holes sealing over and trapping the metal inside, bones unsplintering and rejointing... It was a bit gruesome at times. On a similarly horrific note, the process did somewhat resemble how injuries treated via effigy would; as Stitch sewed the fabric shut on them, so the wound would close. Usually it was a rather uniform and very quick process, but a strange and vaguely disturbing one nonetheless. Accidents had happened as well, but nothing too dire. Everyone was still alive, at least. And the marks Slick left were nothing near deadly; in fact, Scratch saw them more as decoration of some sort. If it wasn't that, perhaps it was something along the lines of how woodland predators would scar the bark on trees in order to mark their territory. That comparison made Scratch blush heavily and smother a grin, sure the other man would take note and grow curious.

  But Spades Slick seemed too busy elsewhere, perhaps; when the cool metal claws made contact with Scratch's chest, just below his collarbone, the porcelain man's bright green eyes flicked open at once, looking down at him. He didn't seem scared or startled, however, and let the other progress.

  "Ah!" An exclamation halfway between a gasp and a cry was what Scratch responded with, his back arching him off the table just slightly. His fingers had laced tightly in Slick's hair, providing him with more than just a sharp tug. He was trembling gently, and bit his lip as he looked down at the small rips in his shirt. Well, if there was blood beneath they had to tear at least a little. Scratch didn't mind it much, not in this state; the claw marks slowly sealed, leaving the darker green stains on the surface alone. Blood didn't go back inside him, but due to his healing factor it would be difficult for something such as blood loss to affect him. So Slick could continue as he pleased in that venue, and Scratch would be no worse off, really. His pants wound down slowly as Slick kissed and bit his neck in some form of recompense, a smirk flickering over his features. The other certainly was testing his lines to see what Scratch would allow, and the latter would be lying if he claimed he wasn't amused by it.

  "Well I do hope you're finding everything... Satisfactory so far, then." Scratch said quietly, his voice breathy and pleasantly uneven; even so, if Slick wanted him to beg, he'd have to do better than that.

  2014-09-28 21:38:18
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  Slick, in his own point of view, wouldn't particularly call his own actions towards the paler man to be 'spoiling' him. Though, when one looked over his affections and the way he acted around Scratch, they couldn't be labeled as anything else, to be spoiling the other, that would mean he was being lenient with him, indulging him in affections he didn't fully deserve and said affections could be called excessive. But, to Slick, they were quite the opposite. He honestly thought he deserved the attention, every nip and kiss, purr and bite, and didn't at all see himself as lavishing too much attention upon him. He had every right to the scratches that would soon litter his skin and color his clothing a verdant color that would be quite the hassle to wash out, and he absolutely thought he deserved both the teasing and husky tone Slick would use to coax him into a more sensual state. It was something the man had been deprived of for so long (only the figurative deity above or below knew how long), so why shouldn't he get such intimate attention? It wasn't hurting him... Well, maybe a bit physically, but morally and mentally it shouldn't have. Spades was being careful, and that's as much as anyone could ask from a guy like himself.

  If he had taken notice of the way the other shivered and gained goosebumps from the way the mobster pronounced his manners, he might have made a small exception to his all time rule about not being so polite and well mannered. In fact, Scratch might have grown concerned at the way he would have been oh so tongue polite, but seeing that his attention was gripped by the way the other gasped and whimpered, it came as no shock he hadn't caught the blush (for once) that scalded the man's features and even the tips of his ears. One would think if they removed the porcelain man's shirt, they would see the upper portion of his shoulders to be a surprising shade of green as well. Slick makes no move to remove his shirt, being currently pleased with the way it had clean tears in it and green blood staining the edges of said cuts. He did, however, catch the loud gasp of what seemed to be surprise from Scratch, exhaling right afterward and giving a light hiss to the firm tug at his locks. The tug to his hair doesn't necessarily irritate him, but actually has him leaning into such a brute touch, almost as if silently asking for more when he hadn't uttered a single word on the matter of the action.

  "... Too soon t'a tell, but't'a, I'm likin' it so far." He exhales the last few words, not in an impatient way, but in a way that suggested he was holding back a bit. What he was holding back to be exact, would be the urge to wreck the man called Doc Scratch. Certainly not in a bad way, of course, but he knew that once he started, it would be a bit difficult to stop, not impossible, but he'd be entirely reluctant to do so.

  He can tell by the way the other is still able to talk and not stumble too notice sly over his own words, that he should probably let loose a bit more vigor in his actions. He gives a moments thought, lightly using the tip of his tongue to pick up a droplet of blood from the other's neck as he finally comes to terms that he could actually do a slightly better. The hand that had been stroking him shifts a bit, fingertips taking advantage of the pre leaking form the tip and coating themselves in the substance before giving a contemplative hum.

  "Mmh, this might... Sting a bit." He mumbled, knowing damned well it certainly wouldn't be absolutely pleasant to use such a substance as a poor excuse for lube, but he was impatient, and he couldn't imagine prying himself off of Scratch by this point. Carefully, his hand shifts lower in the man's pants, sliding over his entrance before finally pressing into him. It wasn't as slow as the first time, though it wasn't a quick procedure either, the taller only using one digit to slide deep into him, and then unashamedly rub up against his sweet spot. He was playing dirty, that wasn't debatable, but then again, he wasn't known to play fair.

  2014-09-29 05:19:44
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  When Spades Slick commented about liking how things were going so far, Doc Scratch provided him with a chuckle that lined up perfectly with the shivers that raced down his spine simultaneously. He was acting cheeky enough, that much was certain, but Scratch never lost sight of the fact he was holding the metaphorical ace in this situation. He normally was, but even more so now; though Slick had flipped to show his more affectionate side to Scratch, as opposed to his coarse and violent exterior, he had retained his usual level of patience. Which was abysmal compared to the First Guardian's. If it came down to it, Scratch was capable of waiting all night if the setting called for it. Spades Slick... Not half so much. He didn't mean any offense by it, but they both should've known full well Scratch was in possession of more than his fair share of patience, temperance aside. Of all virtues, Slick lacked that the most; temperance, moderation, self-restraint. The stark lack of it in this situation almost made Scratch want to laugh. Especially now, as Slick was pulling at his proverbial reins, on the verge of acting on those dark desires he possessed. He was holding back, yes, but Scratch couldn't grasp why; common decency, perhaps. But he wanted to see what the other was capable of in this arena, he'd admit to curiosity and his own willingness to participate.

  Slick's "this might sting" comment also tempted Scratch to chuckle, at least; not only was that obvious, but they were a bit past the whole pain threshold, what with Slick's tendency to bite and even claw at his pinned partner. This wasn't a pain that healed over right away, however; Scratch wasn't very concerned by this. He considered it a tradeoff, really, and as small spines seemed to dig into his muscle, his mouth drew into a frown, eyebrows knitting. His fingers tensed in Slick's hair, seizing up momentarily as a muted whine escaped him. It wasn't like the sort Slick had managed to draw forth mere moments ago, and was more akin to a sound made by an animal that had just been struck. It wasn't so severe, however, and Scratch hoped it was nothing to make Spades Slick falter. He was fine, in all honesty, and after a period of time the pain subsided. The vague sense of discomfort persisted, but that was tolerable to him. It was then Scratch seemed to recognize that Slick hadn't removed his pants- he was still wearing them, but Slick had seemed to disregard the fact. That, strangely enough, felt largely like something along the lines of doing it on a table. Scratch wasn't sure why it made him feel that way; maybe because it had connotations of something more spur of the moment and less planned. Everyone knew Scratch enjoyed order and schedule, and Scratch knew Slick liked to pester him, and if throwing a monkey wrench into his plans like /that/ counted, he'd be all too happy to oblige.

  Scratch supposed he could deal with it. As the pain subsided, so did the knots in his lower abdomen, tight muscles becoming more and more relaxed as Slick went on. His fingers did the same, loosening their fiercer hold in the other man's jet black locks. Scratch personally used no product whatsoever in his own hair, but the gel in Slick's gave it a certain texture reminiscent of the owner's moniker. Slick had very rugged looks, yes, but it wasn't hard to tell the man was handsome. A bit more cleaned up, and it would be glaringly obvious, really. Scratch was surprised Slick though he was good-looking; the comparison to a china doll wasn't even misplaced, many had thought that, and Scratch himself tended to agree with them. That wasn't exactly something Scratch considered attractive, however; charming, maybe, but... It seemed Slick never stopped defying Scratch's expectations, at least, but whether that was a good or bad thing remained to be seen.

  2014-09-29 20:20:23
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  Just a bit of stretching, a bit of prodding, and Slick assumed the other would be quite fine after he had finished his ministrations. Though, what he hadn't planned was the small, confusing noise Scratch let out that almost threw the taller off. He didn't know what that particular noise meant, but he hasn't heard of it yet; something tells him it isn't a very pleased noise, and at that realization, he freezes, legitimately worried. It was actually surprising that the taller had paused at all, let alone froze up, seeing that his putter appearance looked hazy and like that of a very content feline who came home to find both a canary and the cream. He wasn't going to particularly say aloud his worries, and instead did a physical check of the other man with a glance over. He noted the tight fingers in his hair, though didn't mind them a bit, and the contorted expression upon the other's features wasn't particularly a great sign.

  And what was even worse was the fact that Slick... Well, has now found that he actually finds such a contorted expression and taut muscles to be almost attractive. It somehow started to stir some very dark and very devious thoughts, making the taller almost bite his tongue and start to contemplate some thoughts he shouldn't be contemplating at that moment. Was he honestly /liking/ the idea of hurting Scratch? Well, maybe not Scratch himself being hurt, but the fact he was causing pain to someone was... Invigorating, to say the least. For the longest moment, he contemplated continuing, and not just continuing, but taking a route down a more twisted road. Of course, it wouldn't be anything like Slick abruptly socking him in the face, however there were other means to achieve what he wanted. For instance; digging his fangs into that constantly pulsing spot in the man's neck, digging his mechanical claws into the man's sides, doing anything to earn even a remotely related noise to pain. His inner sadist was quite amused at these thoughts, tempted really, and with the rabbit practically in his clutches... It was difficult to resist.

  When the hands in his hair and the sigh of contentment left the other, suddenly the taller snapped out of it. The only way one would be able to know he was even contemplating some dark thoughts was the way his hazy gaze swept over the porcelain man, the paused, and finally he blinked as he came back down to Earth. A sudden wave of regret washed over him then, and he almost scolded himself for thinking such thoughts, especially during a time like this. He simply couldn't quite the insisting habits he had picked up.

  Finally, he started to busy himself and his thoughts upon the other's pants. They have been on the entire process, mainly because Slick was too oblivious to them in his haste of actions, and got the button and zipper undone in an almost casual manner. Almost as if he were compensating for his demented-like thoughts, he placed a gentle kiss to the corner of Scratch's lips, jaw tight and raven brows furrowed slightly in an almost confused state at his own self.

  2014-09-30 22:57:50
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  Doc Scratch was one of the few who could've told what Spades Slick was thinking, unfortunately for him. The ideas Slick had entertained, however briefly, paraded through his own mind vividly; under any normal circumstances he would simply allow them to roll off his shoulders, especially considering Slick's position as his enemy. But things had changed and, while he couldn't be expected to be completely docile, Scratch was still caught a bit off-guard by the sudden macabre twist Slick's thought process took. He shouldn't have been surprised, and wasn't fully, but at this point he was particularly susceptible. It was due to their current positions, obviously; this was undoubtedly a moment when Scratch was a bit more sensitive to Slick's actions, however he couldn't help but chastise himself for being what he perceived as too soft. After all, Slick behaved this way frequently. It wasn't as if this was random or off-the-wall. Scratch hadn't exactly warranted it, not really, but... Spades Slick was who he was, and there was no changing that. Though it vaguely upset Scratch he'd want to do something as dire as puncture his throat as they did something so intimate, he wouldn't speak up against it. He didn't act on his urge, so Scratch didn't voice his thoughts, not at all wont to seem like he was complaining. It reminded him a bit of 'boys will be boys', in a way.

  Scratch was jerked from his reverie as Slick leaned in to kiss him softly, near his mouth, an almost disoriented expression on his face. Scratch himself felt a bit bad, but couldn't help but brace himself as he did come close. He knew Slick wasn't about to hurt him, but... With the thoughts still fresh in his own mind, Scratch's instinct was to be wary and tense just slightly. The only indication he'd felt that way was the very minute way he angled his head away from Slick for a moment. Then, Scratch couldn't say he didn't feel bad about doing it, and turned his head entirely toward the other. His crystalline eyes studied the other for a short period, before shifting up a bit, free elbow pressing into the table to help him, and lightly kissing the top of Slick's jaw. He didn't pull away afterward, but still retained their proximity instead; he didn't speak in that moment, not yet, instead letting them keep their silence. Maybe his purpose was to let Slick think a little more, to realize Scratch wasn't exactly angry with him, and that it was fine for him to continue. Maybe it was because the first thing Scratch thought to say to Slick constituted as, well, dirty talk most likely, which he was painfully unacquainted with.

  Most would find Doc Scratch's relative innocence in this particular area to be nothing short of hilarious. He did not. He found it to be mortifying, especially when he was put into the sort of situation that exacted him that way. It did set his mind at ease a bit to know that Spades Slick hadn't minded that very much; he hadn't really made fun of him or found it unappealing that Scratch hadn't had a lot of (or any) sex at all, which was appreciated. When Slick had poked fun at Scratch for never having dated before could hardly be counted at all, really, and even then he'd stopped after seeing Scratch wasn't at all amused. Scratch could've considered that part of the thrill, at any rate; everything seemed new to the farthest degree it could to someone who knew everything. He was a bit hesitant in a few ways, but that was understandable and (to some extent) expected. That being said, Scratch knew he didn't want Slick to falter because of a quick moment where he couldn't rein in his thoughts. He let his fingers comb through Slick's hair, largely to gain his attention.

  "Please don't stop." He said softly, the closest to pleading he'd come willingly- and it wasn't exactly there, even so. "I like the way you feel."

  2014-10-01 02:23:22
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  There was no denying it; Slick had lost control of himself for just a moment or two and allowed his mind to wander. Yes, he was indeed still aware the other would be informed of his thoughts because of his deity-like powers, and yes he was aware that such bought a would not be encouraged. Hence, the current look of deep remorse upon his features. He didn't know how Scratch was going to react, but he knew it wouldn't be a reaction he'd be pleased with. In fact, when he had so carefully placed a kiss on the other, and he reflexively turned away for the briefest of moments, it felt like someone had knocked the wind out of him, then pumped a bucket of ice cold water into the hollow of his chest. Instead of the cold building up gradually, however, the feeling hit him all at once, heavy and harshly, and he almost let out an almost whimper related noise to such a feeling. His jaw didn't relax, and one could swear he stopped breathing for a fraction of a second. What could he have said to make up for what he thought? 'Sorry, my mind has a mind of its own'? It was a bit difficult to explain his own habits, and to control the, for that matter, and his current predicament would be a prime example for one of the many outcomes he'd earn if anyone knew what went on in his head.

  He was lost in his own thoughts once more, though these were specifically categorized in the 'worried' sense. He didn't even notice the other had turned back to look at him, not even as his brilliant emerald eyes looks up at him, and not even as he shifted a bit to gain leverage upon his own elbow. He seemed almost spaced out really, but all at once, he was brought back down to Earth when he felt the gentlest of kisses placed delicately upon the upper portion of his jaw. Almost as if in a chain reaction, said jaw relaxed, the pressure being released upon his fangs and the subtle pain of clenching quite hard soon dissipated to nothing. His tense muscles, largely his shoulders, also slumped a bit as well, blue hue focusing upon the other as he let out a slow, calm breath and took in the other's up close appearance. As always, the other was flawless, and in a very therapeutic sense, the scent of vanilla practically coaxed him into relaxation as the moment of silence progressed. In the end, he took the hint that the other did know of what he had thought, that he wasn't necessarily upset with him, and that things were okay. They weren't exactly perfect, which was almost expected really, but they were fine, and Slick was fine. It had been a simple slip up, and he didn't need to go about scolding himself insistently over something that's next to impossible for him to control.

  Spades Slick hadn't expected Scratch to necessarily say anything, but as a dainty hand combed its way through his locks, earning a very light and content purr to express his collected state, he almost found himself a bit baffled by the other's words. Not only had he asked Slick to continue, but apparently he was capable of including a form of intimate suggestion upon the request as well. It soon occurred to Slick that, especially after his thoughts, he couldn't bring himself to voluntarily hurt the other. Even in something relatable to their current position in the secluded room they were in, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He also didn't utter an apology, knowing by now it wasn't necessary, and instead expressed his acknowledgement for his wrong doing by closing the proximity between them and delivering a slow, very passionate kiss. Even if requested, he doesn't honestly think he could bring himself to put harm upon Doc Scratch. Finally, he had started to proceed upon undoing his own belt buckle and pants, not uttering that he understood since it was more so a silent acknowledgment then anything else. Both hands busied themselves with tugging their contrasting colored pants off, though his own slacks pooled around his ankles and he took the white article entirely off of the shorter man without much hesitation. The only part he slowed himself in was sliding the other closer and keeping lip contact; whenever he couldn't achieve the later with his maneuvering, he instead gently lapped and nipped with his forefront fangs along the other's underline of his jaw. Once he was able to get themselves angled, he pressed himself carefully against the paler's entrance, knowing it wouldn't be as easy to slide in as the first time, but he'd be able to manage enough.

  2014-10-01 03:23:22

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