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 Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:47 am
"I - no -"
Hadrian felt trapped, as if he couldn't look away from Thorn's eyes. They seemed so much more entrancing then normal, and he couldn't seem to escape them.
He was so confused. He was still shaking from the sensations, so..pleasurable, he'd never felt anything that strongly before. He had responded with his usual, instant words -
But, now...
Well, his body certainly was wanting Thorn. And his mind was still confused on the manner.
A combination that wasn't likely to feature Hadrian as in a fighting mood, that was for certain.
"...I...I don't know."
Honesty, finally.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:50 am
"You don't know?" he laughed, slightly as he leaned forewords to nibble on his lips again. He didn't stop his movements, one hand drawing small circles on Hadrian's wrist.
This was, fun. It was exciting. Better then what he had assumed would be a dinner and a fight. Because the man was confused. Before, in the maze? He hadn't taken such a conflicted note.
"Do you want me?" he asked, again. Stopping long enough to ask the question before moving to his neck. A corner, a pulse. Where he could feel the heart beat pulse like in rythmn under his teeth.
Teasing, just a little bit of the flesh at a time and distracting him long enough as he looked up, eyes fastening on the mage.
He pulled away, slightly breathless.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:58 am
It was a soundless gasp that exited Hadrian's lips as Thorn turned attention to his neck. While normally, that would be pleasurable but easily overcome - with his skin feeling as sensetive as it did, it was enough to make his knee's feel weak.
Gods, what was Thorn doing to him?
He couldn't stop trembling. The man had never felt this much before, and it made it so hard to think. To think about the fact that this was Thorn, that this was someone he hated.
All he could think about was how good it felt, even with the residue of guilt and sickened shame at what he was doing.
"..yes..."
Yes. He wanted Thorn right now. Whether it was merely because of the vocal suggestion, or because of the enhanced sense of touch - or some mixture of both - he just knew that this was what he wanted.
Yet, it was also something that his mind was sickened by. Such a lovely conflict.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:02 am
Thorn smiled, tugging the man over to the bed, lyng back down so that it was the mage who was on top, instead of him. It was a dominating position, which meant the man would have to make more moves than merely submit.
And Thorn knew later, when Hadrian woke up and remembered, this would pain him more than telling himself that he hadn't wanted any of it. "You want me." he said, a smirk in his voice as he pulled at clothes, tugged at shirts and undid buttons and zippers.
And then quietly, quietly through words whispered just barely into the ears.
You love me.
Little bit by little bit, he whispered the words, associating it with touches on the spine, on the neck. Words that drifted from mouth to ear, or to whatever flesh that was before him.
Quietly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:05 am
Shuddering, responding, Hadrian took note of the words whether he realized it or not. And so far gone in the physical senses, his concious mind didn't really hear the words - but his subconcious did. Internalizing those words, associating them with the pleasures.
And he was doing more then just submitting, this time.
In Marc's bed, of all places. In Marc's bed - with Thorn.
And he murmured something in response to Thorn's words, clear but quiet.
"'love you.."
((...I think we need to jump >.>))
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:10 am
Thorn woke up quickly. One moment he was asleep, and the next he was instantly alert, scanning his surroundings because the bed beneath him was certainly not his own, and the form he had his arm around wasn't..
Oh.
And a slow, delighted smile spread across his face as he remembered yesterday. Oh, it was the mage. Not what he had expected, but certainly better.
Smirking, his hand drifting down below the man's waist, he paused.
No. No. It wouldn't do to repeat the same outraged appearance. So instead, Thorn closed his eyes.
And pretended to be asleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:15 am
As Hadrian drifted slowly from the realm of sleep, he noticed that there were arms around him.
"...Marc..."
Murmured sleepily, he nuzzled his head into the other man's chest. In the half-asleep state he was in, it didn't occur to him that the build was wrong. And it took a few moments for him to remember something important.
Marc wasn't there anymore.
His eyes snapped open, and his body had tensed while he lay perfectly still. And as he remembered exactly what had happened...
Thorn. Thorn was still here.
Sickened, shame and guilt - he had to move, he couldn't just stay in that bed.
Sliding cautiously off the bed (as he didn't want to wake Thorn up), he relievedly noted that they were in his own bedroom now, rather then Marc's. Wait - Marc...they had - in Marc's bedroom -
Needless to say, Hadrian was feeling a bit panicked. He shut himself in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in shock.
What he he just done?!
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:18 am
Marc was it, it was only when the man had trailed off into the bathroom that he let his eyes open, a smile on his face. Well, that was disappointing. Wasn't he good enought to merit being remembered for by his actions?
But he was laughing at himself, since this. Well. He remembered yesterday very clearly. And it wasn't simply satisfaction that made him feel so good about himself.
Thorn slid out of bed, walking towards the kitchen. He prepared coffee naked, deciding that while he would have to ask the mage throwing the boiling drink at his skin, he would risk it.
Because if he knew the mage, he knew that nudity would bother him very much.
So he went through the actions, smiling to himself as he did so.
This was perfect.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:24 am
Hadrian had to fight the urge to throw up, at the realization that not only had he slept with Thorn - again - but he'd done so in Marc's bed. And he hadn't just been laying there for Thorn this time.
But Thorn was still there...he had to make Thorn leave, then he could get sick.
Glancing around, he was pleased to see that he still had his bathrobe in here. And -
Oh. He'd forgotten to give Marc back the bathrobe he kept down here.
Determinedly ignoring the other bathrobe, he put on his own with an ashen face. Then he stepped out of the bathroom, to wake Thorn up and tell him to get out - but he wasn't there.
Stepping cautiously back to the other part of the apartment, he stared as he noticed Thorn had made coffee.
Naked.
"Thorn!" A horrified tone, and he quickly looked away, "Put something on."
If it had been Marc, well...he'd grown used to Marc doing things like that. But this wasn't Marc, no matter what had happened last night - no matter what he'd been thinking or doing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:27 am
"Like what?" he called back, amused. "My trousers are dirty, too dirty. My shirt seems to be missing two buttons." he looked back and arched a brow as he carried two coffees over, offering one to the other man while he took a sip of his own.
"If I leave looking like a derelict begger." he smiled. "People will talk."
His voice was light. It had to be, because he was in a terrific mood. No matter what happened now, he was... well, happy. "I need to take a shower." he said, abruptly. "Do you have anything I can put on?"
He could go upstairs, wear something that belonged to Marc. But he wasn't going to walk up those stairs naked either.
Who knew? What if someone fat and ugly lived in the building?
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:32 am
Clenching his jaw, Hadrian fought down the desire to toss Thorn out naked. Maybe if the man had to walk back to his home butt naked, he'd...
Wait, no. Thorn would probably enjoy that (until he got arrested, anyway). And it probably wouldn't be too good of an idea for people to see a naked man fly out his window.
But he refused the coffee. And glared at Thorn as he did so, fury practically radiating off of him. He couldn't believe this...
"Take your shower, then get out. I'll find something for you to wear."
He was more upset and confused then anything else, but he fell back on his typical response to Thorn - anger. Anger worked very well, in his opinion.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:36 am
Thorn shrugged. He put the coffee down, took another sip of his own and followed. He was pliant, right now. Incredibly agreeable as he looked towards the bed. How many times had he managed to have the man say he loved him? Enough for it to count, hopefully.
Thorn had trouble remembering the little details.
So he stepped into the shower, leaving the door open and the coffee on the sink, a somewhat blatant signal, really. Because. Well. He couldn't resist it. Even though he had told himself that he would act nicer...
well. He blamed the mage on this.
And so, Thorn hummed.
Yes.
The man sang in the shower. But he was okay. Good? Maybe. A baritone, and full of amusement as he continued to hum.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:40 am
Hadrian was still in a bit of shock, and that only grew more so as the morning progressed. Thorn was just...acting as if they were typical lovers after a night spent together. And that bothered him more then anything else the man could have done.
So it didn't take himlong to find clothing - though it was definintly going to be a poor fit. Because he had a small build (along with being short), and Thorn was definintly not like that. And he had given back all of Marc's clothing (except the bathrobe).
But he wouldn't have given any of Marc's things to him anyway. It was bad enough what they had done that night, without giving him Marc's stuff.
After gathering the clothes, he stepped into the bathroom and placed them on the counter, before hurrying out.
He didn't want to be around Thorn right now, especially not while the man was showering. ...and the fact that Thorn was singing was just a bit disturbing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:46 am
Thorn stared at the clothing, amused. So he put on the trousers, rolling them up so that they didn't appear too ridiculous. He didn't bother with the shirt through. It would fit too awkwardly across his chest, and make him look ridiculous if coupled with the pants.
"Don't you have larger clothing?" he asked. He stepped outside, wet and dry at the same time and moved his coffee to the sink. He paused, looked over, and smiled.
Because everything was going to go well. Especially if he left the mage alone. "I'll call my driver, ask him to bring along a change of clothes at the same time." he nodded his head. Yes. That would do, wouldn't it?
But until then, he could still afford to spend time with this one.
"Thank you." he said, grinning, hiding the smirk behind something more friendly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 10:51 am
Glaring at the other man, Hadrian had gotten dressed while Thorn showered. He had no intention of playing along with the other, that was for sure. The only response the larger clothing request got was a snort; did he look like he wore bigger clothing? He liked things that fit.
Thorn's driver was coming then, hm?
"The phone's there. I'm going to work - entertain yourself."
Ouch.
Talk about nasty mood...
Hadrian had all intentions of leaving Thorn there, though it probably wouldn't be too hard to stop him.
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