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 Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 2:46 pm
OoC:: Continued from Dormitory Hallway Reluctantly, he dropped the older boy’s hand to shakily unlock their room’s door and step inside. Sighing gently, he glided across the room and pulled up the blinds, the window itself following suit only a few moments later. Propping his head on his hands, elbows resting on the windowsill, he stared out at the school grounds, recounting and reliving what had just happened. It was still so surreal, like he was merely remembering a dream, not actual events.
When he turned back to Mitsukai, his eyes were shining with tears, and with devotion, passion, dedication, love enough to melt even a heart of ice. The tears, which hadn’t yet spilled over, were not those of sadness, but those of joy. There was a wobbly smile on his face, as though the happiness inside of him was too much for his small body to contain. Taking slow, shaky, uncertain steps, those of a child just learning to walk, until he stood only inches away from the other, violet eyes staring into crimson. Again, Moroi’s face had turned curious, that expression that he carried so often, whether he was confused or not.
Finally, the neko-jinn practically pounced his friend, throwing his arms around Mitsukai’s neck, on tiptoe again, once his feet touched the ground. Again, out-loud, he repeated the three worded phrase, sure that now, no matter how many times they were said aloud, no matter what he did even, he could never show or tell Mitsukai how much he loved him any more than these three words did. So, of course, he just couldn't help but repeat it. "I love you Mitsukai-san!! So much. So, so much!!" He kept his arms about the older boy's neck, kissing all over his face, his nose, his cheek, his lips -where he lingered a moment-, his chin, the place where his neck met the rest of his body, all while he fell from his tackling of the boy. His breathing was quick, and his heart seemed to be in his throat, pounding so loud that he was surprised Mitsukai didn't notice. It was just... It was all so... so... There wasn't even a word to describe it!
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 7:07 pm
Mitsukai laughed to himself, trying to ignore the burning in his cheeks signifying that they had colored without his knowing some time ago. But it was now fading as he got his bearings, slipping his arms beneath the smaller boys pits, lifting him with what looking like ease, but in actuality strained him slightly, setting his neko-tailed rump on the bed. He loosened his tie, the buttons on his dress shirt popping easily near the top, revealing his delicately curved throat and the sandy blonde hair that had been growing steadily longer that dusted it. He leaned forward slowly, pacing himself and attempting to pace his racing heart, set so fast in his chest he though it was going to spring right out and the moment would be ruined as they were bathed in his blood, which felt not like molten lava in his veins he was so hot. He was hot all over, trembling with a pent up desire that made the graceful boy pant, rose petal lips parted to make way for his heavy breath, his curved collarbone exposing itself as his now loosened shirt dipped forward with his body as he brought his hot mouth hard upon Moroi's, a sinful kiss full of desire and lust.
This lust, though he didn't recognize it for what it was, pushed him to put his hands on the other boy in ways he wouldn't have otherwise dreamt. It felt wrong, but so right it was over powering and the instinct to continue was almost bestial. A beast that hungered for the contact of another's skin, soft innocence against his own burning flesh. He was almost upon him, pushing him back onto the sheets as he fluttered kisses like fallen snow on his face and shoulders, not unlike he had done to him moments before, but with a hungry quality that the neko hadn't possessed.
His hands shook as they stroked his chest, dragging his fingers across cloth that separated them. Stupid clothes, stupid skin. . . It was like he wanted them to touch in a way that was humanly impossible. He was reminded then that he wasn't human at all, but of another race entirely. The tail his left hand found reminded him that Moroi was just as human as he was. No he's different, he thought to himself, a thought that stilled him from his voyage, caused him to question his actions all over again. He stared down at him with wide crimson eyes, his golden hair masking his gaze momentarily.
He was like a statue, frozen above him in a perpetual state of realization, as if it kept dawning on him, becoming worse each time. This boy was the essence of innocence, his friend the optimistic portrait of graciousness, far more angelic and heavenly than he would ever be. Mitsukai, tainted as he was, would never reach him, and it was as if then that instead of lying on the bed beneath him, held down by this newfound strength, he was far above him, looking down at him from a condemning pedestal that Mitsukai had no right to approach. He's not like me at all.
This approach he had taken to his own desire and his own selfish hunger poised him above Moroi intimidatingly, surely rising in him a fear that wasn't at all unlike what he felt when Ren had come to him this way. Ren and I are just the same, he told himself, and it was like a hammer falling. He pulled away, an apology on his lips. "Sorry, Moroi," he said with a small smile. "I didn't mean to. . . " I didn't mean to touch you that way.
It was impure. Wrong. He was soiling his innocence, and if he was his friend, he would know the best thing to do now was to stop. Before it got out of hand, even if that was almost what he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 12:29 pm
- That childishness, that happiness, still lingered on Moroi’s young face, tears subsiding, joy passing out his pores, seeming to fill the room with the emotion... Or not. The neko’s smile lived on as he was lifted off the ground by the still-taller, still-stronger angel-boy. When he was set back down, he looked at Mitsukai with a cat’s curiosity, violet-blue eyes absolutely polluted with the semi-confused emotion. When the neckline on the angel’s shirt was lengthened, it was all Moroi could do not to suck in his breath. Mitsukai? Wearing his fancy clothes without them on in a professional fashion? It was unheard of! And yet... The sixteen-year-old was glad for it, somehow. So pale was the skin along the top of the boy’s torso. It seemed so smooth...
Yet, as one of his small hands reached for the boy, he was pushed down, back pressing into the ever-comfortable, ever-familiar bedding he’d been set upon. What he was unprepared for, however, was when that searing kiss was pressed to his lips. His body lit up, fire searing across his skin, threatening to burn the young boy to ashes. In the midst of it, though, a shiver wracked his body, making his hair stand on end. Oh, Mitsukai-san...
A small, gasping noise, almost a squeak, breached the younger boy’s lips at the touches administered to his body. He squirmed, his soul aflame with... Something. He couldn’t recognize the foreign emotion, if that was what it was. A wanting. Above all else, a desperate need to have Mitsukai close to him, touch him in ways that even his wildest dreams wouldn’t he able to illustrate. He wanted something from this boy, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what it was. Why couldn’t he figure it out, though?! Why couldn’t he know more about these things!
Breath was barely in reach, and needed to be grabbed for, struggled for, lest it escape, leaving another innocent boy to suffocate. Shaking, he pushed himself into a sitting position. Moroi watched his counterpart, the obvious regret in the other’s crimson eyes tearing at his heart. Pupils were turned to catlike slits from the lust that had engulfed his body, Moroi’s child-like eyes left the form of the angel sitting beside him. He, too, had felt the sudden separation between the two of them. What had truly put the angel on such a different plane? What had tainted his innocence to such an extent? Why couldn’t he have been closer... No! He would not think of it that was. Sexual-anything wasn’t going to have any play in this! At least, not for now... Or... Whatever! He just wouldn’t think about it like that.
Pushing himself up, Moroi crawled to where Mitsukai was sitting. Gently, his tail made soft trails across the black cloth of his jacket, before letting it fall in a loop around his wrist. He got close enough, within moments, that he may as well have been in the angel’s lap. Hesitantly, not totally sure of what he was doing, the high schooler let his hands rest on Mitsukai’s chest as he leaned up, his tongue softly tracing it’s way up the side of the boy’s neck. “Please don’t be sorry, Mitsukai-san...” he said quietly, his forehead resting again his... Friend’s shoulder. He didn’t know what else to say. He only knew that... He had to lose his purity, his innocence, to someone someday. It was early, though. He knew it was. He was sixteen, though, after all. He was at the age of consent, where he could make his own choices and... Of all people... He could never admit this, to anyone, but he actually wanted to lose himself to Mitsukai...
No matter what that meant for him in the end.
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