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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:34 pm
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Zeke resisted the temptation to offer a waggle of brow, and instead just sat back in the chair, waiting, patient. Either Zac would take the bait, or he wouldn't. Either way, the Mist was comfortable.
When he did sit it was perched awkwardly on one knee, as if he were visiting some mall Santa. It had the taller man biting off a laugh. "You're kind of awkward." More an observation than a criticism.
Her replaced the hand that had rested on Zac's side, fingers sliding around to his back, hooking at the hem of his shirt and slipping beneath it to rest his palm at the small of his back. "I'm assuming you didn't ask me here for one little kiss." To talk, actually, if he wanted to be technically, but he didn't see how conversation was going to help him along in self discovery.
That was a much more hands on learning experience.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 8:56 pm
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"You took an apprenticeship to be a tattoo artist in the hopes that it would help you be less awkward?" Brows twitched, eyes narrowing just a touch. What sort of backward a** logic was that? Granted, Zeke had never really had much issue with awkwardness, so who was he to say what would work and what wouldn't.
Personally, he thought it had a lot to do with just not giving a s**t.
"You're more than welcome to readjust how you're sitting." His free hand came up to rest curled knuckles against his temple, elbow braced on the arm of the chair. The other hand, now that he'd found the raised lines, traced them idly, curiously, as if he were trying to work out the picture.
"Both." Although flirting sounded so high school. Zac was sitting on his lap, had invited him into his room specifically to work out how he felt about other men. The Mist was taking advantage, and why not?
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 9:41 pm
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"I guess you have a point. Wouldn't be all that professional to fluster up when someone dropped their pants for a tat."The hand on his back drew away so he could move, then came to rest almost absently on his once he was settled again. "I think more people would go in for ink if their tattoo artist straddled their lap while they worked."
He actually was interested in the raised lines, and pale eyes twitched from Zac to the instrument he picked up, looking it over keenly. It was a type of body modification that wasn't all that common in the states, or at least not in the parts he'd frequented. They were unique, and probably hurt a hell of a lot more than your standard tattoo gun.
And that was even more interesting.
The tip of a finger traced one of the lines, following it until it disappeared past the waist of his jeans. Then strong hands were on his hips, pulling him in against his chest. "Not really, but if you want I could take the reigns here." A tip of his head, and he ran lips against the side of Zac's neck. "And you just say when you're at your limit."
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 10:11 pm
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That was most assuredly not a no.
Zekes smirked, chest rumbling in a low chuckle as he slid his hands up the back of Zac's shirt, pressing him closer, tracing the raised lines of his tattoo. He thought about giving the smaller man an assurance, that he would be gentle but it would have been a lie. Zeke was many things, but gentle was not one of them.
The skin of his throat tasted clean, fresh, devoid of the smokey cling of nicotine he'd grown so used to in the last few weeks.
Not unappealing though.
He parted his lips, smoothed his tongue along that tanned skin, and pressed his mouth against the side of his throat, teeth a soft press.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 3:02 pm
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"If that's what you want." He wasn't about to pressure Zac into doing anything, but he didn't figure he'd have to. Already the smaller man was sitting on his lap, reading to pull his shirt over his head.
Zeke had offered though, so he leaning forward, he drew his own shirt up and over his head, tossing it back over his shoulder towards Zac's bed. Then he settled again, hands returning to the other man's back, gliding under the edge of his shirt, to his hips, and settled there. Comfortably.
As for whether or not he would be seeing any more of Zac's tattoos, they'd see. The Mist grinned, and it was easy, a little self deprecating, and charming.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:59 pm
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His head tilted, and studiously he traced fingers over the twining design. “…So… is it sized as a compensation issue, or to match your own inner toxicity?” he arched an eyebrow in turn at Zeke, tracing his fingertips over the design again, admiring.
“Very nice, you took good care of it. When we use the chisel, it leaves marks by design. I mean originally it was just, that’s what we had. But now we do it because, its tradition.”
He leaned in and brushed his own lip’s against Zeke’s neck, a light scrape of teeth and hot breath brushing the taller hunter’s ear.
“So…the classics aren’t always so bad.”
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:40 pm
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Zeke snorted, amused, and pegged the smaller man with a hard look. "Size compensation issues?" Cheeky little s**t. Strong hands tightened on his hips, pulling him forward, and maybe he'd feel how little he had to compensate for.
As for his other question, Zeke wasn't sure. If there was an inner meaning to the size it was an unconscious one. It was large, but anything smaller just seemed wrong.
He moved his thumbs against the raised lines on Zac's hips as he talked about them, then up, taking the smaller man up on his offer as he leaned in, teeth brushing his neck. It pulled an appreciative rumble from the Mist, and for a second he paused with palms cupped against Zac's ribs, his shirt laying against his wrists, then he'd pull it up and over the smaller man's head.
It fell, Zeke pulled him in again, hands smoothing over his back as he tilted his head to catch the Sun's lips.
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