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Post by Sarah on Nov 26, 2008 14:20:14 GMT -5
Hell had froze over. It was official.
Little Kida, seducing Claude? Yeah, talk about apocolypse.
This was beyond crossing boundaries. No, before in the dorm, lines had been crossed, but new lines drawn. A boundary broken, replaced with another. No problem. Now, the lines that had been drawn as replacements were crossed, too quickly for another to be created. Where Kida touched, burned. Not a dangerous, searing burn, but a warm burn, one that was welcomed with open arms. A burn centered in between his legs.
Oh, damn.
No, this couldnt be stopped, or so Claude finally decided. He couldnt resist this torture Kida was putting him through. That a first year was putting him through. Either Claude was rather pathetic, or Kida knew his way of seduction. Maybe it had been just too damn long.
Claude's lips counter-reacted, moving with Kida's. He wasnt blinded by confusion this time, rather prepared incase this incident was to happen. Originally, it had been his idea to shove Kida away if it did happen, but that was before he felt soft lips against his own.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 26, 2008 17:12:13 GMT -5
This was the second time in not even a month Nakita had put himself on the line. It was only normal for him to be rejected once by the older boy, but the fact that the gymnast hadn't given up? That he was still completely and utterly caught up in Claude? It was just sad. Most people would have predicted this would go down similarly as it had done the first time, when the two of them were granted privacy of the third year's dorm.
But right here in this dark room, everything seemed to fall into place.
That mouth was sensational on his own, so fabulous in fact, that the smaller boy couldn't help but moan. However, the blond couldn't quite hide his surprise when he felt those lips working alongside his own and broke their kiss seconds later, eyeing the brunet quite intensely under the red, dimmed lights. Shadows were cast over that beautiful face and his fingers, which were now clutching at a pair of strong shoulders, weakened. "W-wow," he breathed softly, not quite sure where intelligible banter went but knowing this wasn't quite the time.
Oh, and then back into the plunge, the surprisingly aggressive Greek boy just so desperate to be touched. Mouth worked a little more heatedly, more pressure applied to those sinfully soft lips.
Making out with Claude Kepp? Nobody in their right minds would ever believe him.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 26, 2008 17:27:33 GMT -5
Confusing? That was the word. Irresistable? That was close enough. Unpredictable? Hell yeah.
No. No one could have staged this. No director in Hollywood could have set this up. Two totally unlikey guys in an unlikely make out session? Better yet, not long after a previous encounter. And then, it had backfired. Even with the elder in a pair of sexy Superman Boxers, it hadnt gotten Kida very far. Yet, here, in the dark room, fully clothed, the scene took place. Go figure.
Claude wasnt the average boy to begin with; this certainly wasnt average. But, this certainly wasnt Claude.
When the kissing ceased, Claude figured it was done with. Fine. Kida got to have his ride, and Claude, a little taste of what he hungered. A taunt. But, whatever. Things could go back to normal now, right? Nope. Strictly not the case. Claude was getting more than a little taste, but rather a generous helping of what he hungered now. He didnt try to think it out, right and wrong, good and evil.
To hell with morals. He didnt give a shit right now.
No, no one would believe them if they ever tried to live up to this moment later. A first year and a third year? It was silly to think about, let alone be true. And, to put it bluntly, Claude would simply deny it. He had a 'reputation'.
Pah, what a silly thing to have.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 26, 2008 17:39:42 GMT -5
This was never his intention. He knew Claude wouldn't believe him if he told him this-- after all, the dark room was a rather welcoming and rather naughty room to be caught in, wasn't it? Really, he had meant to apologize but the climate of the room and the third year's stare was a little too much for him to handle. If this was how it was going to be for an afternoon, this was going to be how it was supposed to be.
That mouth, although so nasty and crude at times, was absolutely wonderful against his own. The blond knowing full well that he was kissing his eyes a little too tightly when it came to the other. A stupid little infatuation, that's all it was, but it felt much bigger when you were an anxious fifteen year old. The glare from the red lights warmed his skin some, although, it was quite clear that their activities could quite possibly keep him warm enough.
"A-are you g-going to second period?" He asked breathlessly now, arms draped around Claude's neck and eyeing him carefully. The taste of him still lingered on his mouth and...maybe it was none of his business but....the other should stay for a while. They could learn how their bodies worked together. It would be like...studying anatomy instead of dull history or aggravating Calculus.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 26, 2008 17:49:16 GMT -5
The little midget had set him up, or so Claude thought. Sure, he'd get around to really regretting his actions later, but would let himself drift in this wave of ectasy right now. What else could he really have expected? That this room was picked out at random? (Though it actually was.) Claude didnt think so.
"Fuck..no." Claude said almost as breathless as Kida. He hadnt intended on going even before they came to this exsquisite room. But, now that he had found this place, he didnt plan on going to class right afterward. He didnt know what he was going to do, to be honest, but it wasnt going to be studying. Just, he didnt know if his intentions involved the other boy or not.
He probably couldnt even tell you what his next scheduled class was. His mind was fuzzy, concentrating on only the vital things he needed. Air, he needed air. That need was soon fufilled. So many other needs were filled, some not directly. But, a few, unable to be taken care of. The ablity to think being one of them.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 26, 2008 18:01:25 GMT -5
To be honest, he didn't quite know what he wanted to do with Claude. Sure, this growing need in his groin demanded that the other boy touch him but...but this couldn't get out of control. Kida wouldn't let it go too far, otherwise this was bound to complicate all too much. One could argue that this entire situation was complicated, but one would also argue that it would never get quite so complicated as it could be.
Claude's breathy reply caused him to smile, leaning forward and nipping playfully at his partner's full lower lip. "Then stay with me," he offered, but finding it more of a demand. "I think you need me to touch you," he offered now, quite surprised with himself as the words left his mouth. Oh, and here he said that he didn't want this to get out of control. With an offer like that-- wasn't it bound to?
He could take that boy's shirt off, kiss down his chest and rake his nails down that lean back. Not to mention gush about the nape of the other boy's neck. It was as if Claude was a doll. Far too perfect. And Kida didn't know whether he wanted to love him or just play with him for a bit.
That was the danger in this situation-- Kida certainly didn't understand what he wanted out of the older boy. Fingers now gripped down at the hem of Claude's shirt, index fingers extending and running over a smooth, warm stomach.
Boundaries? Pah. What boundaries.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 26, 2008 18:17:12 GMT -5
Claude's teak brows rose. Demanding, wasnt he? To think..this was the kid who had quivered at the sight of Claude in his boxers. But, that was more out of temptation than anything. But, this was getting weird, though Claude didnt want to recognize it. He was more gay than he thought he was, finding that he did want to stay. What was wrong with him?
"To touch you?" Claude repeated in a whisper, rather surprised by Kida's request. No, Claude hadnt known him long, but it didnt seem like Kida to do something like that. Nor did it probably seem likely to Kida for Claude actually agree. "Where?" Claude breathed. Yes, so, so unlike him.
He was in a haze, not talking about the literal haze of sight before him, barely capable of seeing anything but shadow. But, also, his mind was a haze, along with his judgement. Oh well.
Kida's touch was, unexpectantly, inviting, a smile coming to Claude's lips. He just had to block out the fact that this kid was 15, while he was two years older. Then, he could enjoy himself. Better yet, their IQ's were probably flipped over in that, Kida having the IQ of a 17 year old, while Claude had the 15. That evened things out, right? It did to Claude.
Hah, as if sending him to an all boys' school would help Claude at all. But, then again, he didnt know anything of this sort was going to happen upon arriving at Eddingborough.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 26, 2008 18:36:16 GMT -5
It was uncertain if Claude brought out the worst or best in him. Either way, it was just entirely new to the foolish first year. A half smile, whether it was shy or coy, even Kida couldn't quite tell. But that parroted phrase seemed to amuse him, his own words sounding quite impeccable from that mouth. A nod of head was offered, taking hold of the other boy's hands and bringing them up and under his own dress shirt, pressing those digits firmly to his stomach before traveling them up his own chest, shuddering softly and refusing the urge to just press his growing arousal against his companion.
"Anywhere.." he assured, voice honey sweet, still directing those hands over his lean frame. But more than anything? He wanted those hands to work on their own, to let themselves do the guiding. Almost forehead to forehead and his breath was caught in his throat. "Can you do that for me?" He continued softly now, mewing in pleasure as he skipped the boy's thumbs over a pair of rosy nipples. Oh, Kida. This isn't you.
And that was just a fact. Claude was to blame for it all.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 26, 2008 18:53:40 GMT -5
Claude smiled a rather wicked smile, one he'd adopted when he was little and was doing something naughty. Naughty could have been anything. As little as ignoring his math homework that night, (Which he did quite often) or as far as to peeing in his step mother's lemonade. (Long story, hilarious to tell.) But, 'naughty' none the less. As many would consider this as now.
His lips pulled back in a teasing smirk, framing a set of teeth formed in a debonaire smile. As Kida's hands guided him, it became wider. But, he didnt need the training wheels. His hands continued to feel up the boys chest, leaning close to Kida upond doing so. They ringed around his nipples quite often, some reason enjoying that most of all. He was careful to lean in, his buldge consequently pressing into him. Great balls of fire, literally.
"I can do that," Claude answered, voice a deep husk. "As long as you can return the favor."
Yeah, Claude was to blame, and he'd take the charges. Whatever they may be.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 27, 2008 1:50:22 GMT -5
That was the sort of smile that would stop morning traffic. Or at least little Nakita was convinced of that much. Sure, there was undertones of complete pride and obvious vanity. But the blond didn't care too much to think of it all right now. Because right now, that boy was touching him. A small whimper escaped that mouth when those insistent fingers kept circling over his now pebble-hard nipples. Head reeled forward into his own chest, breathing as calmly as he could before nodding his head.
If Claude was being naughty, so was Kida.
"I d-don't think you sh-should be concerned about that," the blond confessed, voice sounding labored but extending his own fingers and began unbuttoning Claude's dressy shirt. One, two, three.. a million more to go,it seemed, but the fact that more skin was becoming bare with each effort was thrilling. His hands were flat against that stomach, nails grazing lightly over the smooth plain of skin and leaning forward, pressing a kiss into Claude's neck.
"I won't tell anyone if you won't." Wanton, breathless, excited for this to continue. It had to be said, right?
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Post by Sarah on Nov 27, 2008 10:33:09 GMT -5
The devilish smirk increased in width as Kida tried to stammer his sentence. Amusing, and pleasing. What a perfect combination. Heck, if Kida was capable of doing this much to him, he wondered what kind of damage a boy his own age could create. But, Kida was living up to high expectations.
Hands kept exploring, satisfied with the small whimper produced. Yes, that was more like it. "I dint want to be concerned about it," Claude whispered into Kida's ear. And, he wasn't going to be concerned, feeling Kida's trembling yet nimble fingers grazing past the silver buttons on his uniform dress shirt.
Mind, out the window. Hands, somewhere on the other boy's body, not sure where exactly. No, wait. He knew where.. down by the other boy's waistband. A tease, he thought, though wasn't positive....
Claude's better judgment is on holiday.
Please leave a message after the moan.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 27, 2008 15:56:10 GMT -5
That hot breath tickled his ears and caused the hair to rise on his arms. Eyes fluttered heavily shut, face buried in the older boy's neck, nipping and sucking the flesh enthusiastically. Claude smelled delicious, tempting, and a bit of citrus. Perhaps his shampoo? Fingers had finally unbuttoned the final button on the dress shirt, fisting the material and dragging it down smooth, warm arms and noting as it hit the floor. Maybe this was moving fast, actually, it most certainly was, it was just that the fifteen year old didn't understand it yet. He didn't have the slightest clue as to how badly he'd be teasing Claude in the end.
Thumbs rolled over a pair of pink nipples, head dipping out from it's hiding spot to bashfully glance at the third year. The pair hardened beneath his ministrations and a flush turned over his cheeks, one hand gripping the tie that hung loosely around the brunet's neck and giving it a small tug, pressing their lips together once more when that head bobbed down. Ah yes, taking clothes off.
Brilliant idea, Kida. Simply marvelous.
Now it would be a bit obvious as to what was happening if somebody decided to waltz in.
"N-Next tutoring s-session will be professional," he announced a bit raggedly. "No boxers, alright?"
That was teasing, too.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 27, 2008 16:12:51 GMT -5
Claude's mind was able to work through this situation faster. Just the thought, pleased him so badly, making him moan. Dammit. Sexy, sexy little first year midget. His hands didnt pause, moving faster and harder, normally over the shorter boy's nipples. They were his current fettish of the moment. He was trying to work the button on his next fettish, thumb rolling over the copper button of Kida's uniform pants.
Claude Kepp was gone, and by the looks of it, for good. That was fine. Bring in the sex deprived monster.
Head dipped down, meeting Kida's lips enthusiastically. No, none of this ever happened, if you were to ask him later. Rumors would spread, no doubt, but it wouldnt matter. He'd just blush slightly, and mutter a denying response that he would have at the ready.
"Pr-professional?" Claude repeated, his blue eyes rolling, besides himself. "Fine, no boxers. I'll make sure I dont wear anything," He purred, doing his best tot keep his voice from breaking. Aha, success. The little button on Kida's pants gave way, only the zipper to go. He'd be done with that in a flash.
Bottom line, kiddos, Strip teasing, although fun, can result in a dangerous partner.
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Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 27, 2008 16:31:32 GMT -5
Was anything wrong with just kissing and maybe some above the belt touching? Did things always have to go completely out of control? As much as the fifteen year old could talk a mean game, he was certainly lacking in the follow through. Kida had no idea how unfair he was being, didn't even think for a moment that the boy's hands slipping down to his pants was his own fault. He hadn't asked for those hands to slip so low, but then again, he certainly didn't lay out any ground rules. So he had no right to be so caught off guard when he felt the dexterous digits begin to work at the button.
His nipples were aching, hard and cold against his own dress shirt and all the pleasure he had currently been feeling. That mouth on his own knew exactly what to do, knew exactly what he needed and the fact that they had been so in tune with each other's needs up to this point was both startling and amusing. But then their lips broke, the blond inhaling deeply and laughing timidly, almost a bit nervously at the other's suggestion. No clothes at all? Already the imagery of the other taking him filled his head and more color grew on his cheeks. Oh God. He wasn't ready for this.
Much too fast, far too fucking fast. His heart was now beating a mile a minute, his gut instinct telling him to get the fuck out. Flight was always his preferred method of dealing with fright. Button was undone and suddenly both of his hands shot down, grabbing at Claude's wrists and batting them away. "D-don't," he breathed, voice laced with a hiccup. Oh, a frightened animal, that's what he was.
"I..I have to go," he insisted now, quickly buttoning his pants and making a break for the door. Red as a beet, terrified and feeling for some reason, horribly, disgustingly trashy. He wasn't like this! The real Kida didn't just take boys into rooms and make out with them! Oh, how embarrassing.
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Post by Sarah on Nov 27, 2008 16:39:35 GMT -5
Synchronized, that was the word. So perfectly in tune, Claude couldn't have asked for anything better. Sure, maybe an older boy would have been nice, but Kida was doing just fine. This was going to happen, all thanks to him, too. One make out session, and you leave them wanting more.
Until you're utterly denied.
Claude's dark brows narrowed as Kida pushed him away. What did he think he was doing?! Claude had teased him, accidentally, of course, but he followed through!! So unfair.
Not that Kida was getting away with it.
He would fucking rape the boy if he had to. Buttoning up his shirt, where warm hands used to travel up and down, nails grazing gently. That was done with, unless Claude could pick up the progress.
Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he pushed the door open, expression hard. The little twirp had turned him on, and just left?! That ought to do a lot for a guy's self esteem. That is, if it wasn't already shattered like Claude's was. So, no damage there. Trying to ignore the bulge in the confinements of his pants, Claude followed after him.
"Hey, hey, hey!" He said at normal voice level. He couldn't just scream it when he was supposed to be in class. But, he was near enough now that Kida could hear him. "What the hell is that about?!" He asked, his previously liquidized eyes a cold solid, much reminding so of blocks of ice. The fucking jack ass. Turn the guy bi, and refuse to see him to his first fucking?!
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