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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2024 12:08 am
“Ten—“ it was exhilarating to watch a different sort of tension in Aelius’s form, a new look on his face. ******** exquisite! Waru gravitated towards it, felt the pull like dying stars scouring dust from galaxies—-
Because ultimately, this? This was better by far. To put Aelius on his back foot, off balance, to slap the hurt away and get answers even if he had to do it by force! Anything to ignite a change and watch it spiral out into something new.
“Four—“ he leaned in, heard Aelius’s words as distant buzzing, as crowd noise, as nonsense he wasn’t about to adhere to because it wasn’t as if Aelius was going to make him. ********, but he wanted the man to try. He missed that — so, so, soooo much!
And maybe Aelius wasn’t the one to seek it from? To roll around in the grass with, on a sweltering eve like a bunch of misbehaving puppies.
But everyone else was elegant, refined, polished —
All the others he called his own, his most beloved, his treasures and how they stayed towering above his reach, always, especially in those ways!
Smarter, sharper, quicker with their wits—
Aelius? Aelius had given that life up. Had pissed it away, had insofar ******** forsaken any notion of going back to it at all. Because of pride, or ego, or who cared the ******** what or for! What mattered most? Is that the man across from him, the man he stuck his tongue out at teasingly. The man who reminded him of Faustite most, carrying that connection on, bearing Eions ring on the chain around his neck, dangling over his chest like a tattoo of a target. It might as well have been melted there —
He couldn’t play like this with any of the others. Not with Ren, or Adam, or Emmy, or Trey, or even Mizuki — and maybe Eros would let him chase her — but he didn’t want to watch the world burn tonight. He wasn’t in a mood to ******** instead of painting the streets red. He didn’t crave sharper knives and fancier parties or ruining the backseat of a very expensive car. The rough tug of a leash followed by a gentle hand.
Nawh— right this second? He wanted something simple, plain, free! Something just like this!
“One—“
Zero never came, wasn’t even a thought, Waru watched Aelius flinch into a new stance and he ******** moved after the man, making a grab for one of those slender ankles, telegraphing the move with how he threw his shoulder into it, with how he lunged with his body — laughing all the ******** while.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2024 7:33 pm
Waru was absolutely enjoying this. It was plain as day on the man's face. Aelius. Aelius was not. At least, he was dead certain he wasn't going to enjoy what Waru was about to do. Well...wait, no. No he was going to hate it. Being tickled was not an enjoyable affair. As a child he certainly had found it amusing to annoy Trey with the game. But as an adult? It had never been something that crossed his mind. Too many lessons on manners and proper presentation of one-self were ingrained by the time he was a teenager.
But here was Waru, ready to dive back into such childish antics.
Aelius attempted to dodge the man. To recoil his leg under him as he stood, but a hand slipped on grass and rocks, causing him to fall to a shoulder and onto his side, making him perfect, easy prey for his would be attacker.
A hand clasped his ankle. A flip flop lost in his struggle to dislodge said hand, as Aelius spun onto his back.
Gods they had to look like absolute fools on the hill.
"Waru. Come on. Stop." He didn't want to kick out with his other leg. While he didn't like this game, it certainly didn't warrant a foot to the face for Waru. So Aelius sat up and attempted to pry said fingers from his ankle, all the while dirt and grass clung to his back and sweaty arm.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2024 8:34 pm
“Oh no you don’t! You slippery ********>-“ feral, doglike, loud with it. Waru didn’t tighten his grip too much once his prey was snared, only gently digging his nails against the soft flesh and ankle bone so he could drag Aelius back through the grass by increments.
He was as het up for resolutions as he was for retribution, for a good time, and Waru couldn’t keep the laugh out of his voice as he spoke — as he crawled forwards with the motion and eyed Aelius center — those heaving ribs — the look on the other man’s face! A shirt he could get his hands up under so he could goose the ******** outta the other man.
Though there were also Aelius’s feet—
And Waru did cackle as he made a clear decision; eeni meeni, minnying the little dragon's toes, before striking to drag his nails up along the sole of the foot he had in his possession. Practically screaming ‘kick me if you dare!’ with his eyes if nothing else.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2024 8:55 pm
He kicked out with the offended foot. He couldn't help the reaction as Waru turned his assault upon the appendage. He was completely at the man's mercy. While the feet may be a good go to for others, Aelius's were both well calloused from dancing and scarred from Schorls ministrations many years ago. Some nerve endings were no longer firing as they may have once done on less abused feet. Still, it caused the man to squirm none-the-less
"Waru .. Waru stop." He gasped with laughter. "No. Don't. Come on. Not. Not my feet. No one..." He laughed more as he attempted to drag himself away on his belly. "no one wants to tou...touch those!"
Like a gator, Aelius twisted his body to try and free himself. He was completely at the man's mercy. Had he felt Warus grip loosen? Even just a bit? The hole of freedom had him kicking back with his other foot at the hand that dare hold him in place.
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Posted: Sat Sep 14, 2024 1:47 pm
"Why not? They got cooties--they covered in bugs?" it would've been childish chortling, if not for how husked and deep his tone was. The mirthful way he could play at being almost halfway serious, all while teasing the dancer. Waru liked this better, honestly. No more averted glances, no avoidant eyes, no downcast, jedi-mindtrick bullshittery!
Here Aelius was, honest, open a bit more slippery t'keep a hold of in the heat. N'Waru? Waru was loving it. The way the other man's laugh sounded in the summer air as he tried to worm crawl free.
The sudden twist of movment and the foot that nearly caught his face had him scrambling, his grip slipping as he yelped for it!
'The thick thighed ******** actually tried to kick me!!' The shocked thought lived on his off guard, eyes wide, utter shock of a grinning face.
"Oooh--brat--for that? When I do get your feet----I'mma lick your toes in public, Aelius. For all the world t'see!" and the laughter was nigh cartoonish, saturday night villain. Waru hardly meant it anyways -- even as he inched forwards -- played the part in crawling after his goal.
"N'I'll keep at it toooo~ Till y'feel better, yeah? Till you're not -- idunno -- mad at me anymore?" a hint of unsurety in tone, belied only by the way he feinted a snatch n grab after Aelius's rapidly departing ankles. "Y'dont wanna test me on this one Aelius. M'ah persistent ******** when I want to be."
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Posted: Sun Oct 20, 2024 6:14 pm
Once freed, Aelius was none-to-graceful in his retreat. He crawled on all fours before promptly sitting himself down and sitting criss-crossed applesauce, and tucking his feet as far under him as possible. Hhis chest rose and fell rapidly as he worked on catching his breath from the rather brutal assault, if you asked him.
"If you touch my feet again I swear I won't miss next time." He was both serious and joking. While he didn't want to hurt Waru, if it meant keeping himself safe he'd damn well do it just to prove a point. That point being not to mess with his feet. They were a sore subject and something he was not comfortable having others touch. Hell, it took him a long time to even feel comfortable dancing and wearing sandals again because of the scarring.
Still, despite it all, he wasn't hurt. Hell, Waru had been careful, just not careful enough to heed Aelius's warning. "Look, I am not about to ick someone's yum, but foot fetish's don't need to be aired in public." He scrunched his nose up at the thought. Ugh.
"There's just some things that physically bother me, and my feet are one of them. Ok?" The playful teasing of the man helped ease the discomfort Aelius still felt, even with his appendages firmly hidden from view of anyone else around.
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2025 4:20 am
He almost wanted to tease: 'Maybe if your toes got some airing then--' But the urge to do so died. His desire to push it further past a limit into a frenzy of a thing, to find that edge of a razor and walk it hastily and without hesitation! Slowly withered in him as he took in all of Aelius's posture; curled pose and seriousness, face a dour sight.
"Okay. Okay--" He opened his mouth to say something else -- thought better of it three more times -- then held his hands aloft in careful surrender, open palms and softened smile that tugged at the corners of his eyes. "S'alright Aelius, promise. S'long as you're not -- whatever -- at me anymore, yeah? No feet. No touchey. We're good. My yum has not been icked," He snorted softly, finally backing down as he rubbed over the place Aelius foot had caught him, beckoning the boy back to their mussed over, makeshift picnic spot. "That'd be a whole helluva feat tho, if ever you managed it you'd be the first..."
It was maybe best to show he was done pressing his luck if he simply helped resettle the scene.
"Sometimes, Aelius? You get this *look* on your face and I just--" He tutted, not know what to call it, how to call it, the feelings that rose up in him around the other boy. Like he wanted to pin Aelius down and pull things out of him by main force; smiles, laughter, tears! Anything to get Aelius talking to him instead of clamming up in a shell.
"I get a wild hair to act stupid n'dislodge it, yeh? But as long as we're good -- and I think the food survived! Ah -- most of it? Heh..." He snickered to himself, hiding a slight wince as what was clearly ruined portions of something got swept off into a neat little trash pile in the corner, and the rest straightened out. It wasn't a total loss, not so long as there was still more vendors open, and more bands in the evening, and --
He smiled to himself knowing it wasn't a total loss, that it didn't have to end just yet let alone badly. He could keep himself content with soaking up the bits of friendship the bluenett chose to slosh in his direction, like bread atop fatty soup.
As long as he doesn't run off....as long as I'm not the one to chase him...I just need o be content with, hah, waiting. Patience. S'fine...
Kolina Lol, I legitimately had no idea you'd tagged this how did I lose this one!! What is wrong with me? We should have this wrapped~
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