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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 2:36 pm
Moiety felt pleasant little shivers go through him, making his fur ripple momentarily. He both was almost frightened--surely not, he thought in amazement, frowning--and hopeful that this lovely numa would draw closer..another step in the dance, he supposed. Back away, return. He smiled wryly, giving the stars one last glance before rolling over onto his stomach, fixing his eyes upon his dance partner expectantly.
Your move, lovely one.
This was intoxicating, this silent exchange between the two of them. Only a handful of words had been spoken- and yet, there was an understanding, of sorts, between the two...or, at least, it seemed that way to Moiety. He wondered what the other would do in response...
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 3:22 pm
Another gray paw drew him closer as his eyes came down from his star gazing to look at the beautiful numa sprawled on the grass before him. Drinking the sight in like it was candy itself, Nicabar drew close enough to the other to be able to touch him, wanting to but holding out.
No, this had to be done slowly, this dance had to go slowly as it could, had to be drug out. For there was something there, there was something that nicabar could feel when he was near this other one. A burning in his chest that wanted to expload, a swelling of something that never had before. Whatever it was he wasn't sure but he as intreigued by it and this had to figure it out.
Leaning forward, he hovered his nose above the glowing black/purple fur of the numa on his belly, sniffing and sighing softly enough to make the fur move on the other's side. His scent was dizzying, Black Currant, it smelled fantastic. Almost like Nicabar wanted to reach out and eat him up right then, though he would save that for later if it were to happen, because it wasn't just the scent, it was the moment, it was the sight, it was the feel. Everything.
It was this one's turn to move, he hoped it would entice the other to move, but he wasn't sure, so he did what he rarely ever did and let a slow smile spread over his face. Though it looked more like a hungry smile than anything.
ninja
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2007 3:34 pm
A soft mewling built within him as the other (he would have to ask his name soon, he thought absently) smelled him, breathed on him...as his fur moved lightly with the winged numa's sigh. But, forever careful in matters of pride, Moiety fought down the urge to make any sound, simply closing his eyes and shivering. That simple guesture made him, more than anything else, want to reach out to him.
At this distance, he could even get a sense of what the beautiful numa before him smelled like...something sweet, he thought, but with a bite. Bittersweet, and a bit unusual...addicting, he concluded, reflaxively mimicking the hungry smile that was being directed at him. Predatory, a part of him commented, and he chuckled softly. If nothing else (and there was so much else), this intriguing numa made him competitive in a way that he normally wasn't.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 11:10 pm
Grinning at the fact that the other did nothing but respond with a heavier breath than was normal, Nicabar leaned forward and laid down on the grass beside him, their sides connecting so faintly that only their fur was touched against one another, teasing in a way and cruel but fun. That was most of what it was, though thanks to that something else he had to acknowledge that he felt something... strange... for this other.
Though calling him 'this other' or 'other' was starting to vex him in ways that Nicabar hadn't even realized he could be so. If he didn't find this one's name out soon he'd pin him to the ground and force it from him in ways far more fun than he could make it sound with simple words.
This wasn't the swamps were simple coffee could loosen the tight lips of a coffee numa bound on hating the candies with all it's might. Give one cup of coffee to them they sang what you wanted to hear in short, give them more than one and it was possible to find other things about the coffee witch to the gems that were buried deep beneath the thick molassas of the swamps burning smell. More than once he'd cursed his ability to soothe things from others, now he was welcoming it with open arms if he could but learn something more of this male stretched beside him.
Pride was one thing, want was something completely different and if you wanted something than it was okay to let your pride sink for a time to pilfer it and Nicabar was more than willing to sink low for this. He'd already been lower after all, so low that he'd gone back to his cave completely covered in coffee muck just so he could snatch a pearl. This would be MUCH more fun, especially if he could test the other's limits.
Leaning in towards the purple and black male he let his tongue slide over his fur softly, testing just such limits as he sighed contently with what he'd done.
ninja
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:05 pm
Now, shivers danced in complex patterns up and down Moiety's body, reacting to that torturous almost-touch. This sensation grew stronger as the other licked him, and he gave another shuddering sigh. However, sitting there and just giving in to this lovely numa's teasing would be letting him win...and so, Moiety returned the guesture, leaning over to nibble lightly at his fur.
All the while, he watched for some response in the orange numa, hoping that he would sucuumb to this contest of not-quite touches, and speak to Moi again. Actions were well and good, but he longed to know the other's name, at the very least. However, he wouldn't--couldn't-- be the first to speak..and so, he continued to breathe in his scent, and taste his fur, and wait. If he was right, it wouldn't be long before the other either furthered things or gave up..and either, he decided with a smirk, shifting closer, would be pleasurable.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:33 pm
Shivers ran up and down Nicabar's spine, dancing like fingers over his spine, light and gentle yet at the same time incredibly strong. He would have to admit that the reaction this other was giving him was... strong. He writhed a little and sighed out softly, closing his eyes and soaking it in for a moment before opening them up again.
Something should be done, it wasn't as if he could let him win, not that he wouldn't give in just beause he could. It felt nice to be tasted and smelled, but it was driving him crazy, he needed more... not sure how much more but just... more.
Leaning back closely he breathed on his ear and horn softly before breathing in and shivering sharply and almost instantly, his feathers fluffed out from the smell of this other and the feel of what was being done. With his muzzle so close to his ear though, it was easy to do what he wished and to decide to further this as the other didn't appear in such a rush for so.
"So does my shadowy beauty have a name?" His voice was a wisp on the wind, but nothing could mask the gruff tone or the hungry hint behind it, though hungry for what exactly was what it left to the imagination to discover. Granted, this numa beside him was rather smart he believed, so he could do the math on that one while he just basked in the feeling.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 8:57 pm
"Moiety," he breathed thoughtlessly, a small sound escaping him as warm breath gently caressed his ear, and one of his horns. He smirked a bit to hide how off-balance he was being put by this charming numa..and again mirrored his actions, gently nipping his ear as he passed over it.
"I might ask the same," he added pointedly, hoping that he wouldn't be denied a name..and feeling strangely vulnerable about asking for one. To get rid of his insecurity, he focused on the hunger in the other's voice, and grinned a bit in response to it. He rather liked that tone, and what it insinuated..although, if he had any say, after Moiety discovered his name, as soon as he knew that the lovely one wouldn't run away...he would have to earn every touch. The thought amused him, although right now he was rather enjoying the thrill brought through touch.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:10 pm
Smirking softly at his name, Nicabar nozed his way teasingly down his jawline to the underside of his chin, licking barely at his fur there and purring softly, a paw running over his shoulder so softly that all it touched was fur if barely that. He was pretending to not be affected too greatly by the fact that the n** to his ear and sent sparks down him and all through his belly.
"I suppose if you ask that way I could tell you..." He trailed off for a bit, as if to insinuate that he'd make him ask again, instead busying himself with blowing gentle breaths over his shoulders and chest, breathing in that same dizzying scent. "Nicabar." he spoke at last, breathing the name over his belly before lifting his head up and taking a deep breath. It seemed the more he was near this one the more he wanted to have that touch in return as he gave it. Though even if he never got one, hearing the sounds that Moiety was making made it okay enough for him to not receive and instead to give, because those sounds were maddening.
Maybe it was the fact that even if it was a simple light touch it could make such great reactions, maybe it was because the scent of the other was driving him crazy, maybe it was even the fact that he was faintly attracted to him.
The sudden thought made him blush and almost stumble against the other even though they were laying on the ground. Was... he atracted to him?
ninja
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:22 pm
Moiety quivered at each of the gentle touches, cursing himself silently for being so responsive. However, when at last the other -Nicabar- spoke his name, Moi closed his eyes, and allowed said reactions become apparent on his face. He could do nothing else but feel them, at this point.
Moiety was completely and totally unprepared for Nicabar to draw closer, but when he stumbled (how did he manage that, when they were both lying down?), Moi took full advantage of it, using a paw to press himself briefly but fully against him, a wicked smile settling onto his face before he moved entirely away once more, rolling to his feet. "A pleasure to meet you, Nicabar." he commented politely, although his voice barely concealed laughter, and his eyes danced. Nica's name rolled pleasantly off his tongue, he mused, going over and over the name in his mind, setting it to memory.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 9:32 pm
The sparks from before were nothing compared to the sparks this time and he had to close his eyes to keep from moaning aloud, though he had no way to hide the shivers and shakes that came from it. Sighs came from him and he sighed a little louder when he pulled away, cracking a burning gray eye that flashed and took the other in breifly.
Standing slowly to match him, he let his eyes dazzle as stars seemed to reflect from them, only to be burned the second he blinked, replaced by others each time. the eyes of a theif were strange in every way, though they would change from time to time they would never lose that sharp edge that made any daring numa that peered into them pale and quiver and run away. If they were meant for them to, however. This time he didn't mean for those dangerous eyes to look at Moi any differently than if he were peering at his mother or sisters. Yet... at the same time they were different, drastically so.
Taking a step forward, a hungry grin flashing over his muzzle playfully, he walked in a complete circle around him, using that circle to get closer to him until suddenly their muzzles were pressed together mischeviously and Nica opened his smartly to respond with:
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well Moiety, shall I claim this next dance or would you agree to it willingly so I don't have to press?" He breathed against his muzzle softly, eyes dazzling with laughter and amuzement as he kept them in the kiss.
ninja
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 7:47 am
Jumping slightly at the sudden touch, Moiety froze for a moment, two..and then danced back, away from this intoxicating numa. "Perhaps I enjoy the pressing..." he mused, voicing a playful growl to accentuate his words, "but I enjoy the dance far more." Ah, thought he, now came the time where Nicabar would have to work for every touch from Moi, every smile and shiver and laugh. He tingled with this game of back-and-forth, thoroughly enjoying it...and kept his eyes set upon the orangey form before him. It was the other's turn...would he use words, motions? Perhaps attempt to get near to him again? This time, he vowed, he would be prepared for any tries to touch...and would evade them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 5:57 pm
"Aaaah, so then I suppose being physical is the best step to take with one such as yourself?" Nicabar said softly and he took another step forward with the same paw Moiety had stepped back with. The sharp gray eyes seemed to dance in amusement as he took this other in. He was much smaller than Nica was, yet at the same time his personality seemed to make him stand up much taller and appear much larger. That was a bonus, it made them seem the same size which could be a good thing as well.
"Hmmm... so I guess... the question remains...." Nicabar mused slowly, "Of exactly HOW... to get closer... to you?" With each pause he took another step, his voice velvety smooth with his roguish smile. He would never lose a gem... especially not one so worthwhile.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:07 pm
Moiety carefully matched each of his dance partner's steps, smirking smugly. While it felt vaguely like he was retreating, he was, in fact, not. He was simply keeping up the dance. Nicabar held the lead, for now, dictating which direction the dance would go...had he been moving backwards, Moi would be moving forward. It was as though the two numas were reverse-mirrors, for Moiety took care, now, to match the other completely: movement, expression, and tone.
"I'm afraid that you'll have to figure that out on your own.." he informed Nicabar, doing his best not to laugh aloud. This was almost too much fun for him.
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