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 Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 2:58 am
Well, he did say get it all out now.
Gabby's hands slid down under the hem of Efflo's pants, firmly cupping the flesh of his rear end with a very solid grope. And he left it there. For several seconds. He stared at Efflo nonchalantly, as if he wasn't gripping the boil's a** much like one would hold a possession. But when he felt enough time had passed for Efflo to regret his words, Gabby finally let go, and patted him gently.
"Thank you so much for allowing me to get it all out." The sarcasm in his voice was dripping, but the bright look in his eyes spoiled his intent. So he bent down on one knee, took his sneakers out of the closet, and untied their laces. Then he held one shoe out, and waited for Efflo to slide into it.
"Does the slipper fit?"
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 3:21 am
Efflo stared back defiantly, with a look that said he clearly wasn’t impressed, but he’d allow it. He had no intent of letting Gabby win today, no matter how hard the dragon tried – or squeezed.
“Good, I’m glad it’s all out because once we get there, it’s hands-off. We are going to have a nice, normal date. My butt is off-limits.”
He slipped his foot into Gabby’s waiting shoe, willing his toes around to test it out. “Fits well enough,” he grinned, “Now don’t forget to lace it. That’s what princes do right? C’mon, Gabby, be charming.” Efflo knew he was being a brat and that he was probably going to regret pissing Gabby off, but he couldn’t help it, sometimes things just slipped out. Totally not his fault.
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 3:54 am
Not only did Efflo raise his boilfriends hackles by demanding there was another no touching day (as if he didn't learn his lesson the first time), but now he was demanding that Gabby lace them. So Gabby laced them. But first, he slipped the other one one, his eyes glaring up intensely at the boil. His look promised sweet retribution, but more importantly, they captured Efflo's attention and kept them locked, passionately, on his own.
Until he was done tying the sneakers into one another.
When he stood back up, Gabby took a step forward, eliminating the space between them, and leaned down to breathe his words seductively against Efflo's skin. "As you wish, Master."
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 4:14 am
“Cut it out,” he whined, trying very hard to keep his composure. He did want to actually make it out of the damned room but it was difficult, Gabby knew exactly what buttons to press. Efflo pushed past Gabby, in a vain attempt at freedom, only to yelp as the laces snagged, catching him mid-stride and sending the boil sprawling onto the ground with a loud, and very deserving, thud.
He laid there for a second, tail swishing ominously. The boil sat up, rubbing his knee and shooting Gabby a murderous glare. Hastily, he undid the shoes and pulled them off, standing and shoving them at Gabby.
“I don’t want them anymore,” he said grumpily. “I’ll go barefoot.”
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 4:19 am
To his credit, Gabby didn't laugh.
He picked up the shoes when they were discarded, and let them hang over his arm. Then he picked up Efflo, and carried him against his body, flopping him down on the bed.
"You're such a brat." Gabby snickered, bending down to his knees and dropping the shoes on the floor. He undid the laces, and slowly put them back on Efflo's feet, one by one. He even tied them properly, just to show his effort. But then his hands wandered up the legs they held, squeezing his calves fondly. "Don't tell me not to touch you." His voice had taken a darker tone, but it wasn't anger, or lust. Just determination. "No matter where we're going, what we're doing, don't ever tell me I can't touch you. Because I won't ever leave this room again."
He bent in and kissed Efflo's knee. "And we've already established that you don't want that."
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 11:50 am
His protests were weak as Gabby scooped him up and deposited him on the bed; he knew he was a brat. Gabby wasn’t exactly winning any non-antagonizing awards either but he was trying, and Efflo watched him carefully as he put the shoes back on and tied them properly this time. Meandering fingers crawled up his legs, making the skin prickle and he shivered as those hands squeezed. His ears flicked in Gabby’s direction as he listened to his warning, Efflo’s heart squeezing a little when he boilfriend leaned in and kissed his sore knee. With a shake of his head, he placed his hands over Gabby’s, taking them in his own and pulling Gabby up as he scooted on the bed, until he was at the edge of it and as close to the dragon as possible. Efflo leaned forward, resting his forehead against Gabby’s with a sigh. “Gabriel, I didn’t mean… That you can’t touch me at all. That would be dumb, I don’t want that. I want to be able to hold your hand, and hug you and kiss you. I just… It’s… Can you please try to restrain yourself from slapping my a** in public?”
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 3:11 pm
"No." He deadpanned. ""Not really."
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:06 am
“Really? That’s the answer you’re going to go with?” Efflo asked as he pulled back, glaring. The boil sighed, flopping back onto the bed dramatically. “What am I going to do with you?”
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:09 am
Flopping back onto a bed dramatically and asking questions like that wasn't going to get them moving. It was going to trigger quite the opposite.
Gabby crawled up over Efflo, leonine in movement, and hovered over him threateningly.
"I've got a few ideas."
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 11:17 am
Efflo stared up at him incredulously, “I thought you were tired!”
Before Gabby could share any of those ideas, and before he all too easily gave into them, Efflo was wiggling out from beneath him and decisively heading for the door. Ideas were good, but they would be even better if they happened later. Right now, Gabby had promised him a date. Staying here and testing out ideas did not count!
“No, nope, you said we were going on a date. Hurry up and take me to the movies,” he pouted, stamping his foot impatiently.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 9:33 pm
Gabby stared at the empty space underneath him, blinked, and deflated in disappointment. He flopped down on his belly and gave Efflo the most pitiful puppy dog eyes that his stern features could muster. "I was. Now I'm not. You could have come and wore me out again." But then they never would have gone out on a date. Gabby knew this was a battle he had no way of winning, so he groaned dramatically and slid his body off the bed, headfirst, rolling upside down to land on his rump.
"Fine." He grumped. "One movie. Then home. And then, I figure out some way to wear you out so badly, you can't think straight enough to want to go outside anymore."
Him and Efflo. In bed. Permanently.
Where exactly was the downside?
He was up on his feet, gently adjusting his shirt until it rested flat and perfect on his body, and buttoned his collar up perfectly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 10:24 pm
Efflo rolled his eyes; sometimes he swore that Gabby was better than pouting at he was. He tapped his foot impatiently while Gabby got to his feet, already standing at the door.
“One movie, you make it sound so romantic,” Efflo said wryly, sticking his tongue out at him. He chose to ignore the latter half of Gabby’s sentence, knowing it was best not to wake sleeping dragons further.
Still, he slipped his hand into Gabby’s, and gave it a squeeze.
“Thank-you for taking me,” he mumbled softly.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 5:14 pm
Gabby felt he was really good at most things. But romance was.. not his forte. When Efflo teased him about it, he tried to keep a straight face, but he squeezed the hand that took his apologetically, picking it up and pressing it against his lips. His words whispered against the skin he held there fondly. "Anything for you." He wasn't very good at relationships, being that Efflo was his first; and hopefully his last. But he tried. Sometimes. When he thought about it. His hand snaked around the boil's waist and he picked Efflo up, holding him against his body as he carried his boilfriend over the threshold and out the door. "I want to see the Revengers. I heard that's a good one." No, definitely no romance movies in their near future.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:16 pm
Efflo wasn’t really sure what was considered romantic himself, but he imagined it was the little things that set his heart aflutter, things that he would take for granted if it weren’t for the fact that they were so warm and fleeting; Gabby always caught him off-guard when he least expected it and both literally and figuratively swept him off his feet. He debated protesting being carried like a princess in his boilfriend’s arms, but settled in instead, nuzzling his head against Gabby’s shoulder. Truth was, he quite liked being held in the dragon’s arms, more than anywhere else they felt like home. Besides, he was sure Gabby would get tired of holding him before they got to the theatre, and embarrassment ensued. At least, he hoped so. “The Revengers sounds good,” Efflo agreed, smiling up at Gabby. The boil was happy with the choice, though he loved being lovey-dovey with Gabby, he wasn’t sure he wanted to watch other people being romantic. That just seemed weird, and kind of boring. Nope, Gabby was definitely all the romance he needed… Though he vaguely wondered if such an ‘exciting’ movie might spell doom for him later.
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Posted: Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:54 pm
Half the reason Gabby picked Efflo up anymore was those times when the boil buried his head into him, and rubbed him with warmth. It felt like bottled contentment, and he wanted it so bad all the time. It made him feel fuzzy, and drunk. Was this how being drunk felt? He was sure it was.
Once the door was closed behind him, Gabby reluctantly settled Efflo back onto his feet, and bent in to nuzzle his own cheek against the boil, kissing the warm neck his lips found. His embrace tightened for just a moment, as if a sudden surge of possession overtook him, but even then he let go, and settled for taking Efflo's hand.
"Okay." He whispered groggily. "Good."
This was definitely was being drunk felt like.
He tugged on the boil, heading out of the dorms. "Do you want to walk, ride, or fly?"
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