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 Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:13 am
Samsara pulled him down for yet another of theirsoul searing kisses arms wrappped around the other boy pulling him down and pinning him below himself.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 3:17 am
Laertes gave a small gasp against Samsara's mouth, wriggling under him to try and get more comfortable. His legs wrapped around Samsara's waist, his arms around his neck, and he relaxed completely under him, letting the other male devour him in an entirely too pleasant way.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:35 am
Samsara simply melted into the kiss, he loved this, he loved...
His arms wrapped around Lae tightly like he would never let go.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:52 am
Laertes pulled out of the kiss, running his hands down Samsara's arms. His smile was gentle, almost teasing, and he leaned up, pressing kisses down the dark neck, across Samsara's jawline. "Tell me something about you." he whispered finally. Hell, the lust was overpowering, but if they wanted to base an entire relationship on it, it might wear itself out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:55 am
"I lkike the taste of cherry, your turn." He smiled, an actual willing smile his eyes dancing as he brought his hands up to ghost tickling touches over Lae's sides.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 11:58 am
"I like pineapple." Laertes admitted with a smile. "Cherries I've always found to be a bit bitter for my taste." He wriggled under that touch, letting out a short giggle as Samsara's hands ghosted over a ticklish part of his body. "My favorite dessert is flan. Your turn."
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:00 pm
"My favorite desert is cheese cake." He laughed at Laes squirmyness and tickled him more, "When I was younger I was almost afraid of the dark. Your turn"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:06 pm
"Cheesecake." Laertes licked his lips. One of his other favorite things. "Don't tickle meee!" he protested, giggling almost helplessly. "And when I was younger, I was completely TERRIFIED of the dark." he wrinkled up his nose, thinking of what else to share. "My hobby is dancing." he said finally. "I'm currently in bellydancing lessons. Your turn." he licked Samsara's lower lip quickly, grinning.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:08 pm
"I've never danced in my life, I watch but I keep thinking that if I try it I will make a fool of myself, I'd love to see you dance though." He smiled once more at the beautiful teen on his lap "I regret killing luke, it was stupid of me. Your turn."
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:22 pm
o-o Laertes blinked at Samsara for a moment. Please, please, PLEASE let Luke have been a puppy... or a pet snake. Yes, Luke was a 7 foot rattler, and Samsara had killed him to save a puppy. ;-; Ohgawd. "I've, umm... never killed anything?" his voice was almost reedy, and his eyes were wide. "I've also never gone skinny-dipping."
Way to change tehe subject, Laertes.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:24 pm
Samsara looked at LAertes "Oh god, you didn't know about luke?" Way to stick your foot in your moth a*****e.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 12:57 pm
Laertes winced, shaking his head. "No clue." he murmured. "Who was he?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 1:00 pm
"He was an ex of mine, I wasn't used to feeling anything much less falling for someone and I panicked. He was a vampire and most definatley older then me, I was a kid and I wish I could use that an an excuse but I won't. It was wrong and I regret it."
Samsara looked down figuring this would be about the time that Laertes left, ignoring what had happened between them in order to protect himself against the crazy boy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 1:05 pm
Laertes blinked.
He blinked again.
"Wow." he murmured. He shifted in Samsara's lap, tugging at the heels, not wanting to get them all over the other boys's sheets. "Can you help me take these off?" he murmured, looking up at him.
What kind of childhood had Samsara HAD anyways? He seemed sane enough, but that could just be, you know, maturity.
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 1:07 pm
Samsara blinked and helped the other boy off with his shoes, "you aren't running away?"
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