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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:12 pm
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A hand, darker blue now, touched the edge of the pool, and Jory came up with a laugh, grinning from ear to ear in triumph as he turned to face the mahamba as he broke the surface and forced long hair back from his face. His own hair was streaming around his cheeks, plastered to his brow, and he smothed his hands up, pushing it all back in one swift motion.
Whatever awkwardness the boil had been harboring seemed to have melted away. He appeared calm, calmer than Zaire had ever seen him, and when not hunched in on himself he actually possessed a decently athletic frame. All that swimming cut him thin, but there was muscles in his arms, his legs, his stomach, even if they weren't remarkably defined.
"I thought Mahamba were supposed to be fast," he'd tease, toothy grin widening as he lay a hand on the edge of the pool.
Jory seldom teased others, good-natured or not. The water had a grounding effect on the boil. It let him crawl a little further out of his shell than he was capable of on land, as of yet. Given time, who knew.
"Good race, though." He had to soften it, make sure the joke hadn't been taken to heart. "This was a really good idea." Now the afanc was glad he hadn't turned the other boil down as he'd been tempted to do. The pool was nice. Not a lake, it was much smaller, but it was clean, and clear, and considerably warmer.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 5:19 pm
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The way Jory's hair clung around his face was amusing, the sight bringing out a low humming laugh as the other basked in his own glory. It was new, this side of Jory, at least to him. To see him being so confident, well, it made Zaire much more interested in getting to know him. What else was he hiding behind that awkward hunch and shy, quiet demeanor?
Zaire wanted to know.
The tease had the mahamba blinking but briefly before his tail swung up and body quickly shifted in the water. With the motion a tanned wet hand closed firm around the blue hand on the edge of the pool trapping it for the moment, as his chest pressed to Jory in attempts to pin him. The pin was quick, not giving a lot of time for the other to escape, and proving that he was 'fast'."We are....when we want something..." Glowing blues got brighter with the chuckled promise.
Yet to move back from the other, unless Jory decided to shove, his tail went up to attempt and sway against the other boils a happy sort of touch, grinning he shrugged the rest of Jory's words off, most of them at least and added,"..glad you think so...let's hang out more, you...can..get to..know more about Mahamba.." Or him, but you know.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 7:21 pm
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The sudden and unexpected weight of a hand closing around his own where it rested on the tiled edge of the pool was entirely distraction, and Jory made a small, startled sound as he blinked down, expecting that tanned hand to be connected to some other arm, instead of belonging to the mahamba. It caught him completely off guard, and the boil wasn't at all sure how to react. Questions bubbled up, ready to spill off his tongue in a stammering wave, but stuck as his friend leaned in, chest to chest, effectively pinning him where he stood.
If the other boil hadn't yet figured out what the leeching of color from bluish skin meant, it would be hard not to realize it now as the smaller of the two visibly paled. Only Natalia had ever gotten so close, and she had been about as subtle about it as Zaire was being now. Not at all.
It had never occurred to the afanc that boils might be attracted to him. Admittedly, before Nat, it had never occurred to him that anyone could be attracted to him, but boils were a whole other level altogether. Things back home had been very traditional. It was different here, he'd known that, seen it on a daily basis, but had not ever had shoved in his face.
Now, staring at Zaire from inches away, his heart hammering against the other boil's chest, he struggled to work through the usual awkward, bashful reaction to general proximity, and the familiar flutter at the pit of his stomach he'd felt when Natalia had spent time with him. "Um," he frowned, eyes closing momentarily in a bid to gather his wits, but that really only made him more aware of just how close the other boil was.
There was every chance he was just so socially awkward, he was reading this all wrong. He didn't think so, but the thought did arise. It made the frown more pronounced, albeit thoughtful, and he opened his eyes again to look up into the taller boil's face. Bold actions were not something Jory was comfortable with, And if he was wrong...
But if he was right?
He wasn't sure what that would mean.
Still, the obvious confusion the boil was suffering from would likely eat him alive if he didn't do or say something that would clear up what was happening here.
So, cautiously, his head ducking, Jory brought up his free hand to rest it tentatively on Zaire's side. Soft skin beneath his fingers was smooth, cool to the touch, and he could feel the hardness of muscles just beneath the surface. He hadn't noticed before, because he just didn't look at his friends that way, but the Mahamba was objectively(or not so objectively, as the case may now be) quite attractive. Long hair, tanned skin, tall and fit.
Jory swallowed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 8:53 pm
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The startled sound he had expected, it was the color trick that he had seen several times now that had him tilting his head slightly and staring down at Jory. "Your ..blushing, cute." The statement was made as the gears in his head clicked it together, a small chuckle to the words themselves at the revelation. Zaire didn't have much of a filter, or rather, lacked proper manners to care if he would be embarrassing Jory further by pointing the fact out. He just really thought it was cute now that he realized what it meant when it happened.
Glancing down at Jory it was clear by the look on his face he was struggling with something, but what? Zaire didn't get it, he hadn't really put two and two together at the moment considering this was normal for him. That being said his head only lowered a little more towards Jory, trying to gain his eye contact and see if he was alright. Surely he wasn't frozen in fear, right, Zaire's lips pulled at the corners into a smooth, pointy tooth smirk with the thought.
Um, the word had the smirk fading into a grin, a teasing one. Feeling the pick up of the others breathing he started to slowly work out a new angle on what was happening. With the new thinking the hand that had captured Jory's gave a stroke over the boils cool wet skin, a encouraging gesture just in case the other was thinking what he now was. Jory was fairly attractive and while he hadn't thought much about him before in the manner, if Jory was into boils, why not? Glowing orbs lowered as his head pulled up a touch, so he could properly look at down at the other, none to subtly checking him out in the silent moment.
The touch only proved his own assumption and Zaire gave a playful look to the other before flexing under the exploring fingertips. Maybe he should start working out harder, it seemed that muscle was rather attractive to both genders apparently. "Um..is a yeah right...that you want to hang out more...?" Zaire nearly purred the question as his hand slipped from Jory's to teasingly poke the boils nose.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 9:29 pm
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Jory let out a small, half strangled sound that might have been protest or just sheer misery as the other boil made not of his skin tone and made the logical leap of what his paling complexion meant. Really it was a good thing he'd already gone white from sheer proximity, or he'd have paled considerably from that comment alone. It left him wanting to melt into a little puddle so he could slip through the drain, escaping, and yet...there was a part of him that kind of liked that the taller boil found it cute.
It was the same part that sent his skin tingling in the wake of a soft brush over the back of his hand, and pale lips parted as he drew in a long breath, holding it for a minute.
He could feel Zaire's eyes on him, the other boil's attempts to get him to look up, and he glanced up, meeting his gaze, before his eyes flicked back down. Torn between maintaining eye contact and keeping his head down so the mahamba couldn't see how terribly awkward he was, or how unsure he felt, or how much little things like a brushing a fingers or a even a flex could effect him.
Natalia had liked that about him, how responsive he was.
Zaire wasn't laughing at him, or jerking away. That meant he was interested, didn't it? With a frown the smaller boil let the hand on the mahamba's side slid lower, reassured by the toothy grin, the glide of tanned fingers along his wrist, and the soft humor he heard in Zaire's voice. Reassured enough to let his thumb smooth over the grove of the taller boil's hip experimentally.
The question had the boil avoiding softly glowing eyes again, to the point where he'd lean forward to rest his brow against a tanned collar bone, but he nodded. Jory had never really stopped to wonder what he thought about other boils, but the idea of this boil giving him the same sort of attention he'd gotten from Natalia seemed...exciting.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:15 pm
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Zaire was a little amazed that Jory could make a sound like he had, it was the first time he heard something of that particular pitch. Sounded painful but again cute. The more he watched the other boil the more the word suited him, not that Zaire bothered to say it past the first time but he was certainly thinking it as Jory held his breath.
Catching the others pale eyes his lips twitched into a more confident grin. It never appealed to him before, shyness that is, but the more he watched the other boil try to catch up, the more he decided he might like it. Zaire let off a soft sort of growling laugh when the other boil's hand slipped down. The thumb over his hip had tickled, as such a hand went down to try to capture the hand at his hip, "that ..tickles.." He was comfortable enough as a boil to admit things like ticklish spots and curious enough to see how Jory would take him doing so.
Jory's previous confidence was still around, he knew that otherwise he highly doubted that hand would have slid so low. That being said, Zaire was curious how long it would last if he pressed him. But when the Afanc's head rested gently to his chest and nodded Zaire settled down. Lazy hands lifting up, one to try to rest at a hip as the other moved to run gently over a floppy ear that had caught his attention. Really, this boil was too cute for his own good, made Zaire want to eat him up.
"Cool..." On a lazy murmur his tail swayed behind him to splash up some water, a trick to see if he could get Jory to look up again. Maybe it was strange, since it was the first time he had noticed it but he kind of liked embarrassing Jory.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 10:42 pm
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Jory had a wealth of odd noises just waiting to come out at inopportune moments. Zaire would likely hear all of them if he continued getting closer to the fish boil.
He tensed as his hand was caught, assuming for one quick moment that he'd misread all the mahamba's signals and had crossed some line, but as that gruff voice rumbled near his ear he relaxed again, letting his hand go passive in Zaire's hold. Least til he released him in favor of laying tanned fingers on his much paler hip. It made him freeze, but only until a soft stroke of fingers played along the length of his ear, drawing another cute sound from the shorter boil's throat.
It was more that, than the splash, that had the afanc lifting his head again to blink up at the monster boil. Baby blues were half lidded, and there was the faintest imprint on the side of his lower lip from sharp teeth. It had somewhat recently that Jory learned just how sensitive his ears were, and just how much he enjoyed them being touched, and the electric tingle that raced through nerve endings, the flurry of wings in his stomach, and lower, could make him bolder.
So he leaned into the taller boil, bodies connecting from chest to thighs(and wasn't that a telling move), and brought his hands up to rest on his upper chest the curve of his thumbs filled the hollows of his collarbone.
It seemed like he should have been talking, asking questions, but he couldn't seem to make himself speak. He wanted to ask what Zaire meant by spending more time together. He wanted to know where this was going, if anywhere. He wanted to know what the rules were, if there were rules, and it seemed as though their should be?
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 10:06 am
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When the captured hand turned passive tanned fingers gave a squeeze, reassuring. The pale hip was soft, or mostly, his fingers trailed over the patch of scales they had found. The tips of his fingers pressed into the other boils flesh before moving along to graze each scale. Curious eyes glanced down to run the pattern they held, if any, beautiful. Zaire was definitely a boil that was into scales and tails, it was a natural attraction.
Hearing the newest sound a deep rumble escape from his throat, a teasing sort of sound but a pleased one as his fingers tweaked the ear to see how Jory would respond to a little rougher handling. Unlike most things when it came to physical contact, he wasn't as slow to pick up on things, which meant he nearly instantly recognized Jory was sensitive at his ears. Zaire couldn't help but muse inwardly, as he continued to play at the other boils ear, that those sounds were going to give him high blood pressure faster than the junk food he consumed , so sweet and luckily for Jory (or unluckily) he had a sugar addiction.
When the afanc lifted his head it was on, nearly matching blues peered lazily, lustfully down into the half lidded set for just a moment to make sure he wasn't misreading the actions. Before he could act however, Jory took the first step, an interesting one that had their bodies flush together. The press of wet warm skin together had goosebumps forming along the monster boils arms, among the more innocent reactions, nerves responding as if being stroked raw from just the simple act of Jory placing his hands up around him. The touch was like electric that was only being intensified thanks to the water they were surrounded by, and he wanted more.
Hungry blues narrowed in the silence, said silence that was quickly broken as he chuckled lowly, "..Yep... cute.." and brought the hand teasing a ear down to cup Jory's cheek. A tender wipe of thumb against the moist skin and Zaire was leaning in to taste the other boil, or attempting to unless Jory decided to pull back before their mouths could collide. Because while Jory might not have been saying anything his body was giving it all away, and that body begged Zaire to kiss it, devour it.
And he was always hungry.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 11:09 am
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Fingertips tracing the scales on his hip, the continued rubbing on his ear, all of it was making it increasingly difficult to hold onto coherent thought. Speech was already beyond the boil, and he could only grunt as the taller monster tweaked his ear, fingers curling over tanned shoulders. It wasn't fair! He was a social mess, utterly awkward, but he was so easy to read. Features, body language, all of it giving away just how much of a heady rush the mahamba was responsible for.
And wasn't that just surprising as all hell.
At least he wasn't the only one making noises. He could feel that deep, rumbling chuckle against his own chest, and goosebumps ran up the lengths of his arms.
Or perhaps it was that look in equally blue eyes. Jory blinked, lips parting, but as was the current theme, anything he might have said stuck in his throat, and only the smallest fraction of a squeak emerged before a hand was up and cupping his cheek and Zaire was leaning over him.
He didn't even mind the cute remark this time.
The kiss was startlingly aggressive out the gate, and it'd draw a soft whine from the smaller boil as he looped an arm around the back of Zaire's neck. He'd expected something softer, but her certainly wasn't going to complain, not considering how weak his knees felt as sharp teeth grazed his lower lip. When he'd first started at the school he would have been utterly clueless in the moment, but he'd had practice, and it showed.
The softness he'd been expecting was there at the end as their lips parted briefly, before the larger monster lay a gentler press against his mouth.
Through all of it the afanc kept expecting his mind to kick in, yelling that it was a boil he was responding to, kissing, but the warning bells never went off. With a quiet hum he slid his hand up from the taller boil's chest to smooth a bit of dark from his face, tucking it back behind the fan of an ear fin. That uncertainty was back, cracking through the lasting daze the kiss had left him in, and he bit the inside of his cheek nervously before mustering up the nerve to speak. "So now what?" More a question on what it all meant, than the more mundane inquiry the question was disguised as.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 8:10 pm
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The smaller boil wasn't as inexperienced as Zaire imagined he would have been. It had been a little of a d**k assumption but hey, he was nearly placing money on Jory being a clumsy virgin. Yet another surprise that had him curious about the fishy boil, or more over, on how experienced he was? Regardless it was a good surprise and he pressed firmer at the hip into Jory for the delicious mouth play, enjoying every sound that slipped past their connection.
Zaire wanted more, but knew the need to pull back and did so on a softer kiss and break for air. Luckily he did as the Afanc seemed to have shifted on him, as the hands put his hair back in place a lazy grin stretched his lips. Both hands slid once over the boils hips before resting there and attempting to pick him up for the question, aiming to sit him on the edge of the pool, stopping of course if Jory refused even a little.
What now, it wasn't the first thing he expected to hear when speech returned to the other but really he hadn't been expecting speech to come back at all. Silence was working just fine after all, but, here it was and how to keep things moving crawled up to scream at Zaire. Words weren't his strong point but he tired on a lazy hum, "well...I kind of like kissing you...?" It was nice, Jory had talented soft lips that begged to be bitten like the rest of his body. Hunger still in his eyes he added casually on a shrug, "..and swimming...swimming and kissing.....and I still..want to hang out...maybe in my dorm?" Zaire stopped talking, hoping that's what the other wanted to hear, and blues settled in on the other set to stare.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 8:41 pm
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By all rights, Jory should have been every bit the flustered virgin Zaire imagined him to be, but someone else had gotten her hands on him some months prior, and he'd learned a thing or two from the ghoul before she'd left for home rather abruptly. At least he'd taken Natalia's advice to heart on not waiting around for her return. Later there might be an attack of conscious, for now the ghoul couldn't have been farther from the boil's mind.
Zaire's lazy grin was answered with a bashful smile, and skin that had begun to reclaim a little of it's usual color faded right back to white as large hands slid over his hips and picked him up right out of the water to place him on the edge of the pool. It had the smaller boil clinging to the mahamba's arms, biting down on a squeak, before shifting his tail to the side so he wasn't sitting on top of it.
Perched on the ledge as he now was, Jory was considerably taller than the other monster boil. Lips twitching, he looked down on the other as he answered his question, a little more literally than he had meant, but honest none-the-less. Letting go of tanned arms, the boil slid his hands up along cool skin. "Kind of?" It had seemed like Zaire had more than kind of liked the kiss, but this was Jory, and he had to ask. Of course the only vaguely subtle invitation to spend time alone with the larger boil in his dorm was probably confirmation enough that there was a mutual attraction going on here.
That made the Jory's uncertain smile grow, and he'd hook his heels around the other boil's hips to reel him in closer, bending his upper body down as palms moved to cup tanned cheeks. This time the kiss was brief, a quick press of lips, the flick of his tongue over the other boil's mouth, before he drew back enough to talk. "We could keep swimming," he murmured, lips brushing Zaire's lips as he spoke. "Or we could go hang out, in your dorm."
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 9:50 pm
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Jory really was a strange boil, it was amusing how his reactions kept surprising Zaire. Bashful to confident to clingy, it was new and exciting from what he was use to, then again the only other boil he had really been with was Helki. Relaxing under the touches, his tail swayed lazily behind him, eyes sliding shut briefly in enjoyment.
As hands ran smoothly against his skin, blues opened and peered up playfully to the other set. A brow rose with the question and he chuckled, it was funny considering his body like Jory's confirmed he liked it more than kind of, but he obliged with a better answer. "I like it....a lot..." Zaire smirked toothily with the delivery, fingers teasing circles over the cool skin under them.
The smirk on the monsters lips only widened as he was reeled in by the hips, with the motion his hands dragged down the other monsters thigh's teasing claw as they went. His cheek nuzzled against a palm but stilled as lips found his own. Tongue, Zaire blinked and then followed the pull back with a growl and n** at the speaking lips. Absolutely nothing was heard neither before or after hang out in your dorm, as soon as the words were spoken his legs dropped from under him, sending him between the legs that had captured him and swimming towards the pools stairs.
Later, after he had his fill of the new treat, he would probably think twice about how easy this was but for now it wasn't even on his mind.
Breaking surface again in mere minutes, likely the fastest he had ever moved, Zaire was stalking towards the boil on the ledge like a predator about to pounce. "My room.." The words were demanded as a hand reached for the other boils in attempts to drag him into a heated kiss then back to the monster dorms.
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