Blaine York - Pound it - Open - M maybe? MODIFIED.

[kaytee]

It seemed like an unbelievably perfect arrangement when he'd said it. Actually, truth be told, it would seem like an unbelievably perfect arrangement any time for him. He had truly meant every single word about wishing he were adopted. Maybe other people would think he was being a tad bit harsh on his parents, they were, after all, his parents. But they didn't know them. If the desperation in his pants hadn't been driving his actions, he probably would've taken a moment to wonder how it would feel to never even know his parents, to not have even a personality to go on. He might've asked Blaine how it was, feeling as if they're your parents when deep down you know they genetically aren't. Had he even known them?

But that wasn't first on his mind.

He felt Blaine cease struggling beneath him and he drew a long, slow breath, only almost able to release it without the same shuddering effect as before. The abrupt end to the white-hot friction was welcomed with a mixture of relief and wanting by the hunched-over blonde as he lay nearly motionless for only an instant. It was amazing how much control the boy could have over him with the slightest movements, all he'd done was move a bit and it'd reduced Luke to a trembling mass already. Luckily he wasn't the kind to stay down. Luckily he bounced back.

And then Blaine had to go and bend his leg.

The sensation as their hips seemed to meld together created a wave of unbearable heat that made his stomach clench, and yet that still seemed like a dull euphoria compared to the vivid desire Blaine's lips against his were already generating within the first few seconds of contact. He'd been so prepared for Blaine to turn his head at the last minute, or even if he had allowed Luke to initiate the attack on his mouth, the blue-eyed boy had been expecting to be roughly shoved off at the least. So it was taken as a blissful surprise when he was allowed to continue, his body seeming to press further against the gorgeous boy beneath him.

Blaine's lips against his tasted wonderful, like everything he'd ever loved wrapped into one. The hand cupping the side of the boy's face slid weakly down Blaine's flushed cheek, resting at the edge of his neck before calloused fingers slid slowly back into the mess of strawberry blonde, intertwining themselves in Blaine's slightly matted hair. His kisses grew heavier, deeper, as he felt the boy arch into him, perfectly bowed lips working with his wonderfully. He shuddered as he felt the boy's hand traveling lightly over his back, willingly letting himself be pulled even more tightly, if possible, against the other. A pleasured gasp followed by a breathy moan were lost in Blaine's mouth as he felt those soft fingers find the hair just brushing the nape of his neck, no pressure implied and yet the boy's touch spread through him like wildfire. He pushed into the hand, his breath caught almost painfully in his throat.

His own smooth lips parted softly in response to Blaine's hesitant invitation, his tongue exploring more of the boy as hesitantly as Blaine's actions had been. Heavily-lidded eyes flitted to Blaine's, a pang of sensuality causing him to physically flinch into the boy as his own misted, wanting gaze met the etched desire opposite him. The hand still just underneath Blaine's waistband withdrew itself hesitantly, not wanting to draw away from the pulsing heat only inches below his fingertips. He began pushing the fabric of the boy's shirt slowly upward as he kissed the other more desperately, not able to slake his want to have more of Blaine. To feel more of Blaine.

And to think, that morning he'd been ready to settle for a run in the hopes of relieving his hardness.

(( ROFL! So true! Though I have a feeling Luke's going to be pretty close friends with Blaine after this encounter, even if it is an odd relationship x3 ))

[twiff]

Blaine didn’t quite realize the entirety of what he was making Luke feel like – though the subtle shifts felt nice, so good, they weren’t quite enough to send him mad, stammering with need. He didn’t think he’d ever affect anyone that way – after all, he wasn’t a sex god (debateable, considering how he spent his time on the plane over. It wasn’t often that a boy joined the Mile High club at so early of age.) But even he had a momentary haze of blissful black at the contact of their hips, and from then on he was completely and utterly gone, unable to turn back from what had started.

Bloody hormones!

Blaine though he could die right then and be happy to end up in heaven or hell – until he was forced to revise the opinion because Luke’s tongue found his and Blaine realized, with a start, this was fucking heaven. Fingers pressed into back softly at the response, a soft, almost inaudible moan was ripped from his throat. Humming delight. The meeting of their eyes sent a sharp bolt of electricity through him and, quite honestly, it was lucky Blaine had control of his body or else an embarrassing sticky spot would have been staining his shorts right now. Hesitantly, he tightening his grip lightly in the hair, feeling the head push back, loving the sensation of matted hair against his hand.

But he was relieved that the hand hadn’t ventured down his shorts just yet, he wanted more of this entangling, kissing foreplay that, quite truthfully, he didn’t think could be trumped by sex. He would be happy if proven wrong, and was sure Luke would try his best to succeed. The kiss almost lasted forever in his head, before he felt that shirt, his shirt, being pushed up. Fuck. Eyes closed, lips pulled, reluctantly away from Luke’s, the hand from his back settling on his shoulder.

Blaine couldn’t help but pant a little, looking up at the other, his cheeks flushed, hair tussled and lips looking thoroughly kiss-swollen. Suited the usually neat and proper Blaine quite nicely. But he couldn’t let Luke continue without warning him away – had to give the boy a chance to run screaming from the track. He didn’t want any pressure to be on this golden Adonis who’d successfully taken his mind away, if only for a short second, from the scars on his body. “You might want to stop, Luke.” He panted the name, breathless, shoulders rising in a shrug as his own fingers pulled up the shirt, just enough to see the harsh burn patterns on his stomach, extending upwards. He stopped just below his nipple, where the worst lay.

He didn’t look at Luke as he did this, instead, he adverted his gaze, staring vacantly out at the distance. He waited for the pressure on his body to move, to go. He waited for the heat to die, and waited for the time to stand up, brush off his pants and run off his frustration, and agony, the way he usually did.

((Goooood. Cause I like Luke lots. So does Blaine. Canya tell!?))

[kaytee]

It was a bit disconcerting, to say the least, how even Blaine’s subtlest movements could make him whine and beg for more. It wasn’t as if he’d never been in equally compromising positions before, his past experiences varied quite nearly from the bare minimum to some of the most intricate ideas one could fathom. And yet, pressed as closely against each other as their bodies would allow them to be, sprawled on the gravelly track just beside the academy’s looming outer wall in the chill of an early fall morning, he’d never lost himself like he was now. The feeling of Blaine was doing things to him that nobody had been able to before. His eyes closed against the waves of ardor leaving him nearly incapacitated, the fingers entangled in the other’s hair tightening their grip and pulling lightly.

This boy was fucking fantastic.

A hoarse moan was all he could manage against Blaine’s mouth as he struggled for more of the other, his desire piqued further by the blonde-haired boy’s heated respondence. He arched against Blaine’s fingers as they began slowly tightening along his back, reveling in the unbelievably desireable sounds the other was making, further setting him on fire until he wouldn’t have been surprised if he reached oblivion right then and there. Blaine was driving him crazy with want, his hips aching as he dug them against the other’s, loving the feeling of Blaine’s stimulating touch against his slowly dampening hair.

Usually he would’ve had the other out of his clothes by now, patience never being one of Luke’s strong points in any situation. Usually, he was unfulfilled until he’d thoroughly fucked whomever it was he was with. But now, Blaine’s every touch and movement sending pangs of burning inclination through him unlike anything he’d felt before, he didn’t want this to ever end. He wasn’t sure if anything could beat the fervent foreplay they were currently engaged in. Though he hoped that verity could be proven wrong. It was just. Just. His mind ceased to function as his tongue massaged against the other’s wantonly, his lips already beginning to bruise beneath the fervency of his kisses.

And then he felt the hand kneading into his back recoil, the pressure settling on his shoulder as their lips reluctantly drew away from one another.

Eyes still closed, he sought to find the perfectly bowed lips again, his ill-placed kiss landing on the edge of the boy’s mouth before he drew back, remembering to breathe again. His head felt light from the lack of oxygen, or was it the euphoria, as he opened his eyes slowly, staring down into the grey gaze he was beginning to worship. He couldn’t help but marvel at how much more irresistible Blaine seemed at the moment, his previously cool complexion softly flushed and his obedient hair now in an incredibly cute state of disarray, kiss-bruised lips just begging to be fitted against his. His name, spoken in that breathless manner, made it hard for Luke to concentrate on what exactly Blaine was saying, his gaze following the other’s hand as it tugged at the tight grey shirt, revealing a series of raised scars as it slid along Blaine’s stomach.

“Wow, York…” he panted, attempting a weak chuckle, “how’d you manage those?” His eyes rose, wanting to find Blaine’s gaze but instead meeting the boy’s reddened cheek. Was it crazy to find those scars cute? If Blaine had thought they would make any difference to Luke, they boy was as far off as he could get. Hell, Luke wouldn’t have cared if the other’s skin was fucking purple. The only thing that mattered was Blaine.

Blaine’s touch. Blaine’s taste. Blaine.

He leaned forward, lips softly working their way from the boy’s collarbone peeking from the curve of the top of his shirt to the edge of his mouth, the hand in Blaine’s hair moving to direct the boy’s chin so that his lips found Blaine’s solidly again. He continued his slow trail upward with the other hand, breaking the kiss for only a moment as he invited the boy to let him pull the grey shirt over his head.

Good god, he wanted him.


(( hahaha omg no way! I never would've guessed! [/sarcasm] Yeah, Luke's pretty fond of Blaine as well :3 ))

[twiff]

He felt the subtle shift of lips brush barely against the corner of his lips, the fervent mouth (both in words and kisses) of the other boy seeking out more in a frantic manner. It made his heart thunder in his chest, squeezed at his sides so that it was almost painful. Blaine didn’t really think that he could have gleaned any satisfaction from any encounter until now. Nothing had ever felt this good, each touch sending electricity vaulting through every nerve so that his toes curled and back arched, and he was just barely holding back his voice, which wanted to beg, beg for more. And more. And more.

Here came the voice, that voice which had lulled him and soothed him, convincing him subconsciously to give in. Give into the flesh of the other, the embrace. He waited for the insults, the roaring laughter and the utter rejection. That didn’t come. Brow creased in confusion, the other seemed at little lost for words, but accepting. It wasn’t – it wasn’t what he expected at all. Luke took it in his stride, and made Blaine feel acceptable. Desirable. It was a good feeling of elation that ran up his spine, and he was pretty sure that if Luke had asked him to do anything now, he would have complied without question.

“Later. Explain later..” He whispered, shoving the question about the scars at the back of his mind. It wasn’t important now; they were the most insignificant thing that occupied his thoughts at this moment. His stomach flip-flopped in a breathless way that had never happened before while Luke kissed his way to his mouth, his own hand sliding from shoulder, comfortably back into the position it had been in before. Like it had never parted. His blood raced through veins, and the adrenaline hit his body while his heart pounded a rhythm: Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

In fact, those words escaped his lips in a panting, pleading way that he’d never thought he’d be reduced to; then cut off by those lips that he burned to kiss, allowing his head to be turned with ease. Every second seemed like an hour, he’d choose not to breathe rather then break from that mouth again, their deep, musky scent lacing clothes and the air around. Those eyes that Luke found so strange focused on the boy in front of him, drawing in a good look of him, everything heightened, the colours brightened, by every throbbing feeling through him.

There was only the slightest moment of hesitation before he allowed the shirt to be shrugged off, pulled over his head. It only tangled for a momentary second, his wrist flicking it away impatiently as the cool air hit his body, tightening his left nipple, his right melded completely into the burn marks of old. It wasn’t too bad, only a small smattering near his lower stomach, the real bad scars gathering over his right nipple and chest, continuing up over his shoulder. His body was every bit as taut and fit as Luke had anticipated though – if only the scars weren’t there, he would have been a perfect specimen. But maybe his humility, and humble attitude was due to this disfigurement, something that was attractive in itself.

There was a moment of silence between them, before Blaine broke it. His leg hooked over Luke’s, pulling him flush against him, neck arching up and lips initiating the kiss, sweet at first. The sweetness soon turned passionate, fingers tight in hair and body moving willingly against the others. His hand, which had been very coy by hovering at Luke’s back, suddenly made a sensual, sweeping move at the edge of the surfers shirt. Fingers, fairly smooth with only slight callous’ dipped underneath fabric to enjoy the skin beneath. He couldn’t help a groan of want, needy hand rubbing up the planes of Luke’s back, before resting, suggestively at the band of his pants. Apparently, once awoken, Blaine could be just as forward as Luke (though only in small bursts.)

“It’s not fair.” He murmured against lips. “That you’ve got me shirtless and you remain fully clothed.” Slight teasing question for the other boy.

((OMG. This was the most horrible post in the history of mankind. Put up against your previous post I just want to die of shame. But. Jesus. It conveys Blaine so well, so I’m using it. I promise a better one next time. ))

[kaytee]

His body felt like it was on fire as Blaine’s hot breath cascaded against his jaw, sending pleasurable shivers down his spine with each subtle move. If he ever thought he’d feel the way he did now, he’d have laughed. Luke Alexander, lost in ecstasy? He’d never felt the searing desire overtake his conscience like it was now, screaming for him to forget. To just feel. And he was gladly letting himself forget, giving in to the touches of the other, his back arching and his lips working in a more needy way than he’d like to admit. But yet, for all his efforts, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of this boy at once. He didn’t just have the shallow lechery for the grey-eyed boy as he had in the beginning. What he felt now was an unsustainable want. Hell, if it meant begging for more, he would gladly submit. In reality, barely any time had passed, though to Luke it seemed like every second was an hour.

And Blaine already had him whimpering against that kiss-bruised mouth like a little girl.

He could hardly manage to support himself enough to slide his gaze over Blaine’s, the boy’s captivatingly grey eyes conveying deep confusion as the other’s brow furrowed deeply. His body reflexively tensed against the boy momentarily as Blaine’s breathless voice sent a euphoric twinge through his appendages. He quivered against the returned pressure of Blaine’s fingers against his back, his whole body pulsing with desire, bruised lips sliding slowly over the soft skin of Blaine’s neck. He was more than happy to comply with the quick brush-off of the subject. Unlike the unexpected sweetness of the boy’s unbearably kissable lips, the rest of him tasted of salty sweat and Blaine. He almost enjoyed the taste just as much. Almost. Right now, the only thing he could think about was feeling those lips against his again.

He loved the pleading sound of Blaine’s voice as he directed his chin, only conscious enough to be able to produce a strained groan in return before he melded against the other again. God, what he’d do to hear more of that. Eyes slowly closed as he felt the roughened scars beneath his fingertips, tightening his grip on the shirt fabric absentmindedly as he pushed into the other’s mouth, unable to keep himself grounded within the boundaries of the softer kisses he reveled in. He didn’t care what Blaine had heard about his supposed ‘blemishes’, or what other people might think, he found them oddly fascinating. It made Blaine, well, Blaine. It made him imperfect. Real. That much more desireable to the needy blue-eyed boy above him.

With each breath he was deluged in salt and tangerines and the lingering tinge of his own aftershave, panting breathlessly as his eyes followed the slate-colored shirt as it was promptly shrugged over Blaine’s head, his blue gaze gravitating to the boy’s grey eyes before trailing over the taut physique below him. Even with the scars, the boy’s body looked utterly wonderful, lightly tanned skin a shade or two lighter than his own. It was probably a good thing he wasn’t flawless, the prospect alone nearly left Luke powerless over his body. There was a moment when everything stopped before he felt Blaine’s leg hook over his, Luke’s body suddenly flush against the other’s.

He willingly gave in to the sudden turn of authority, his own kisses growing more deep and fervent in response to Blaine’s intensity. The hand entangling itself in his damply matted hair was able to release a quiet moan as he weakly tried to find the back of the other’s head, lightly holding the nape of Blaine’s neck as leverage as he moved against the boy below him, slowly but surely losing the shred of self-control he clung to. Blaine’s fingers felt soft as they desperately wandered along the expanse of his tanned back, a shot of electricity dulling everything but the boy’s searing touch as his hand rested at his waistband. He wanted more. More of that hand delving towards his pants. More.

“G-god, more..” he stammered almost incoherently, plunging his hips into Blaine’s. This boy could make him beg on a whim. It was unbelievable. Blaine’s quiet voice sent tingles through his lips, a slurred chuckle emerging against the other’s mouth as his own hands fumbled with the edge of his shirt, saving Blaine the trouble as he broke away reluctantly to slide his white shirt over his head, tossing it aside before returning more slowly to those perfect lips below his, teasing the grey-eyed boy by barely brushing his lips against Blaine’s and letting his hand slide underneath the fabric of the boy’s shorts, caressing the soft skin of his inner thigh.

(( bwahaha! Omg I totally failed this… -hides in shame- And I don’t know what you’re talking about, your post was EPIC! <3 ))

[twiff]

Blaine’s mind was a blissful, dazzling white void of all thoughts, revelling purely in sensation. Sensation. Like Luke’s breath on his skin which felt like it was burning, but was warmed further by each gust. Like the brush of eyelashes against the curve of his jaw, a movement that could bring him trembling to his knees if the surfer had wanted to. But by far, the best sensation was that of Luke’s fingers over his body; it was almost unbearable. The feeling multiplied when calloused tips found scar-tissue, whispering over sensitive nerves. This caused the sprawled boys pink flush to deepen and burn into scarlet up his neck, a stifled moan of ecstasy torn from lips – his scars were like his button almost, a g-spot for his skin. Each sweep of those fingers was erotic, and he was completely undone by Luke and the way that he touched him. No one had ever explored Blaine so fully as Luke was doing now, and strangely, Blaine was more then ready to pay his golden Adonis back in full. Again, and again, if need be.

He was a willing slave.

Luke’s noises further fuelled the fire (Blaine had never appreciated silence in a moment like this,) the connection between lips heated and moist, a taste that Blaine wanted to catch and bottle filled all his senses. His hair. Oh god, his hair. Those fingers pulling, supporting, tangled in strawberry blonde locks would be the death of him, his passion uncontrollable. Body ground back against Luke’s unashamed, arching, manipulated by each of the others movements. He forgot what breathing felt like, what anything felt like. The grass and gravel beneath him didn’t register, nor the small bug nibbling at his ankle. Nothing. But those lips. And those hands. And, well, what was in those shorts as well registered a whole lot too.

His lips almost turned into a pout when Luke pulled away to obey Blaine’s coy request, but eyes willingly drew in that image of a lovely, taut body on top, revealed and tasty. He was pretty sure he could lick that all up given the opportunity, but it was obvious that Luke wasn’t going to just yet. He held his breath while the other lowered himself back down, aching for the kiss that turned out to be the merest brush of skin that send tremors through his body. Even that was good, and welcome. Softness came with the passion. Blaine wanted to explore every angle of Luke and every angle of having sex with Luke. Fucking with Luke. Making love with Luke.*

All his blood rushed to the point of contact, however, when Luke’s teasing hands slipped underneath fabric, urging Blaine to do more. He flicked the back of surfer boys pants teasingly, hearing the soft slap of elastic on flesh, before hand ventured into unknown territory. Smooth skin met hand, sliding every so demurely along the side of Luke’s leg, feeling the hard muscles. It seemed like he’d play like this all day, until those grey eyes focused almost playfully on Luke’s, brow raised and hand sliding over arse, then onto inner thigh, back slightly bent forward to achieve this.

His lips, closer now, pressed against the others, sucking softly on lower lip, nose nudging into the skin besides Luke’s own, more intimate of a kiss, his hand back into that hair which he so loved. Fingers spread out, not hurried now, more relaxed and calm. The frantic pace to discover had slowed now that he had gotten into deeper territory, so to speak.

((Just a "Sorry" for this massive notation I put in. I couldn't help myself. n.n I really could discuss the Blaine/Luke situation all day.

Firstly. Our writing makes me breathless. This is by far in my top five roleplays that I have ever, ever done. We are so compatible writing-wise, it’s almost insane how much I anticipate writing back to this. N.N. Let’s face the fact, we’re both epic. We should write novels together. Yes, yes, yes!

That line: He wanted more. More. Just bought Brittany Spears into my head. “Gimme, Gimme more. Gimme more, gimme, gimme more!” It just pounded it into me, and made me quiver. That sounded dirty. Sorry!

*OMG. Hope that asn’t toooooo corny. Haha! (about the section I astrixed.

Thats all. n.n))

[kaytee]

Each moment passed slowly enough to feel like an hour or more, the minutes bleeding into the vague haze controlling him as he let himself collapse against Blaine's perfectly trim body amidst throes of unmatchable pleasure, their increasing intensity something he'd never imagined one person could feel. His fingertips sent searing shocks of electricity through his body as they brushed slowly across the expanse of Blaine's body, heavy lids closing over his vibrant blue eyes as he pushed his lips farther into Blaine's desperately, the wanting groan dissolved on his hoarse throat before it could even be exhaled. He was unraveling more and more right there on the gravel track with every subtle touch, every small movement, from the blonde-haired boy below him. Those little moans escaping the other boy's thoroughly kiss-bruised mouth were driving him crazy with desire, his mind practically forcing him to whimper into the other's mouth, begging like a girl for more. He would be on his knees in an instant if such was required.

His lips worked perfectly against the other's, melding and enveloping Blaine's as if he wanted to savor the taste and the feel forever. Which he undeniably did. He didn't think he'd ever wanted anyone the way he wanted Blaine at that instant, tossing aside any pride he had and submitting willingly to Blaine's touch as the other ground his half-dressed body against Luke's, a sharp gasp at the friction of their contact escaping his lips, the fingers entangled in the other's hair tightening further and pulling more fervently as he sought more of Blaine. He was nearly numb with uncontrolled desire, and yet every touch, every taste and sound, everything that was Blaine seemed heightened at the same time. His lungs ached for air, his breaths shallow and panting as he finally drew back to peel the shirt quickly off of his body.

His skin prickled against the cold air, goosebumps raising along his arms. His hot breath dissipated in puffs of whitish air as he slowly lowered himself back towards Blaine, his blue gaze finding the grey opposite him before letting heavy lids fall over his eyes, Blaine's quiet breath against his ghosting lips sending chills down his spine that had nothing to do with the morning's temperature. As good as it had felt to be melded into those lips, their kisses so fervid and deep it sent a twinge of heat to his groin, what he was doing now proved almost as sensual as it's stronger counterpart. He was changing his tactics slightly, drawing out their time before the entirety of their encounter was over. Though he knew that no matter how long they were here, it would always feel too short to him.

A breathless chuckle was mumbled against the other's lips as he felt the dull sting of his waistband as it snapped back against his tanned skin before Blaine's hand slid quietly under the soft fabric of his pants, smooth fingertips searing his skin with each touch. His breath caught in his throat, body arching into Blaine's as the boy's hand changed it's course, sliding along the inside of his upper thigh. "Not fair.." he gasped against Blaine's mouth, his tone more of a wanting whine than he would've liked to admit. He melted eagerly into Blaine's mouth as the other took the initiative, his body quivering as the boy's hand found his dampening hair again.

Oh god, that hand in his hair. It was just. Fuck.

He pushed against the hand, loving the feeling of Blaine against him. He hesitated before sliding his lips to the edge of the other's mouth, his kisses rougher as he trailed along Blaine's jawline, moving slowly down his neck and dipping into the curves of his collarbone. He wanted this boy. God, did he want this boy. The hand still buried in Blaine's shorts slid to the skin just beneath the other's hips, a finger tracing the curve inward before dipping down again, fingers curling lightly around the throbbing heat of the other. His palm rolled over the heat slowly, working fluidly in the small space between their hips.

(( I loved the huge notation lol.. it made me laugh xD.

First off; I totally agree with you. This thread is by far in my top three favorites, like, ever. I have infinite fun writing my replies, and enjoy reading yours even more than I do writing mine. Luke and Blaine are such an epic love that it hurts to try and fathom it. They should get married. And we so should make a novel together! We would be instant millionares. x3

Omg I never even thought of Britney Spears until you brought it up, and now that's all I think of when I recall that part of my post lol! (Oh, and I loved the play on words, dirty=rofl <3) Also, I didn't find it too corny, it worked in context so therefore it's good! (:

And finally.. I hope this post was alright. I'm on a bus and it's crowded and I'm cold, so this really isn't my best.. ))

[twiff]

Blaine wanted to savour the moment before it would end – it was inevitable, after all. They couldn’t stay entangled forever, though the notion was pleasurable and Blaine would gladly waste away if it meant not parting from Luke. And being able to revel in all the glorious sensations that came from being close to him always. He allowed a small smile at the chuckle, pleased that the other boy didn’t flinch and whine at the playful bit of pain he’d induced, lapping up each breathless word that Luke managed to murmur between the gasps. He loved to hear the others voice, even if it had just been a casual conversation, he was sure that it had the power to melt him into a puddle. Paired with this experience though, Luke’s voice would take on higher meaning.

Porn for his ears, so to speak.

Those sculptors’ hands tightened, kissing slow, and measured, testing the depths of Luke and his delicious lips, almost despairing as they vanished, only to settle against the skin against his own. His mouth was flush and swollen, curved into the slightest of smiles that were dwarfed by the heavy hammering of his own heart in his chest. How he pressed against Luke, and allowed his throat to grumble with primal need, eyes fluttering close. The rough sensation of a shaven cheek brushed against sensitive skin, alight with his passion and need.

And then, Luke went and did the unthinkable. Well, not really the unthinkable, really, but what Blaine was trying hard to resist. He curled that lovely, calloused hand around the centre of the Blaine’s universe (for now, of course. He wasn’t usually so, um, self-centred.) Oh, he couldn’t help it – the foreplay and the teasing touches had not prepared him for a jolt such as this. His stomach fluttered and his head felt so very light. His fingers tightened on the hair that he was afraid it would have been painful for a second, before he relaxed his grip.

And those hips, they jerked as warmth hit warmth, the velvet hardness meeting pliable grip. But it didn’t stop there. Blaine’s own fingers tightened on Luke’s glorious (can we really apply that word?) arse, back arching, lips parting in the absolute pleasure he was experiencing. How much longer could he last, in this beautiful flirtation with sex itself? Usually, he’d want to just feel the heat within heat, and spend himself without effort, but this, he was so close, without being close at all.

“God. Luke...” His voice ached, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Sharp, rasping breaths cascaded over sensitive lips, wanting it all, but not wanting Luke to stop either. He was such a glutton. “S-so. Good.” The word was audibly drawn out with a moan, paying no heed of the clear sight they could be in should a voyeur watch out a window, or if anyone else decided for a morning run.

He simply didn’t care, as long as they didn’t interrupt him.

((Big notation again. I can’t help it – we never get to chat in real-time. I’m sorry I hadn’t got Blaine to do anything really groundbreaking before, but he was (is) on bottom and I couldn’t really manoeuvre him. That’s my excuse anyway! I fully intend for Blaine to feel guilty next post and... well. Lets say his mouth will be –quite- occupied. . And as for your post? Thank god I was in my room reading it because I don’t think squealing is quite acceptable in a public place. I love, love, LOVED the response. Haha. Imagine people looking over your shoulder to check out what you were doing!

I’ve noticed (not complaining) that we double back and intensify their previous movements, like Blaine will reflect on Lukes previous post, then Luke will reflect on Blaine’s reflection. Make sense? Does to me. And I love it. I don’t think we’d ever be able to finish a book because we’d constantly revise it.

I think I wrote the best line (not to be cocky) about foreplay in there. “A beautiful flirtation with sex.” LOVE it. And we so need someone in the student body (in another roleplay, because an interruption to this would cause me to stab someone) to totally blackmail the two because they’d been spotted. Or something like that.

Um. That is all!))

[kaytee]

He still couldn't understand how one person could reduce him to a shuddering pool of euphoria and wanting through simple touches and fervent kisses. Nobody had even gotten to him like Blaine could. Ever. He wasn't the type to willingly give in to the other, surrender himself fully against Blaine's kiss-bruised lips. But he would do it without reluctance just to feel the way he felt at that instant again. He was addicted to Blaine, constantly craving more without any hope of satiating the burning desire that had overtaken him the moment he felt those softly bowed lips against his own. He wanted to stay melded over the other's body, to taste the sweetness of Blaine's wanting kisses, for as long as he lived.

God, those lips against his left him breathless. It was an inward battle before he was able to remove his thoroughly bruised mouth from the other's to replace it against Blaine's smooth skin, the vibrations from the other's throat sending warm tingles through his lips as he hovered over the boy's collarbone, the kisses growing more ardent against the rise of Blaine's neck. Every movement, every sound and touch from the other was amplified and reflected by Luke in his own ways. He could feel his lungs aching from the long intervals without a breath, his heart hammering loudly enough he'd be surprised if Blaine couldn't hear it beneath him as the boy pressed against him, further igniting the desire until it was almost an unbearable, searing heat.

A strained murmur cascaded into the smooth roll of Blaine's shoulder as his fingers slowly closed around the other boy, his head reeling with want, or was it need, as he felt the smooth plane of the other's hips jerk into the hand. He bit down on his bruised bottom lip, stifling the low groan aching to escape from his throat as the hand in his hair tightened almost painfully, sending shocks of pleasure down his body like live wires. He let his head tilt back into the fleeting pressure, eyes closing as he fought the wrenching reaction to grind back against the boy arching into him. And then those fingers, delving deeper against his skin, trailing like wildfire underneath the fabric of his pants.

If he'd thought he'd wanted Blaine before, what he felt now was an unfathomable lechery.

He couldn't stifle the strung out moan, even through his bitten lip, as Blaine's voice hit his ears. God, he loved that voice. His name on those flushed lips, the way Blaine made it sound, made him shiver, a shuddering breath slowly ebbing from his mouth. His fingers tightened around the other, hand pumping at a faster pace than he'd intended as the boy's breathy words toyed with his very sanity. He wanted to hear more of that voice he couldn't draw in fast enough, wanted to hear his name on those parted lips again in that tone Blaine had that could drive him crazy with a single utterance.

"God. Blaine.." he mumbled weakly, his body wracked in sensual shudders at the feeling of the other's firm heat sliding beneath his fingers. He'd completely forgotten that they were still sprawled flat against the gravel and grass of the neat oval track, that if someone decided they'd like to take in the view from the windowed second story, there was no missing their entangled bodies. But at the moment, modesty was farthest from his mind. He didn't care who saw them or what might happen at this point, so long as they weren't interrupted he would have no complaints.

If someone did, they could be assured there would be hell to pay.

(( HUGE NOTATIONS FTW! xD We always seem to miss each other.. the universe is plotting against us lol. The thought that Blaine wasn't doing anything productive never even crossed my mind lol, and plus this worked out well because Luke's usually a dominance freak when it comes to sex (though he'd take it any way he could with Blaine :3). Omg.. guilty Blaine = YES! And I'm really glad you liked the post, it was really funny when I was writing it this old bloke looked over and started tutting at me rofl!

I've begun to notice that too haha! (I'm not complaining either.) Luke has his own perceptions of everything that goes on, and it wouldn't do your awesome posts justice if he didn't reiterate how he felt. Your explanation made perfect sense, and I believe for this reason it'd probably be best to refrain from any novel-writing lol.

OMG I LOVED THAT LINE YOU HAD!! I'm going to steal it in the dead of night rofl. And I totally agree, Luke'd be somewhat mortified but too distracted by their future relationship issues to do anything about it lol. ))

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Blaine York was not a vocal person. He was reserved, quiet with a sharp edge of wit and satire. You’d never think that now with his breathy, arching moans and that voice which had almost whimpered Luke’s name moments before. And that was just the beginning, this was nothing yet. Leg twitched at the intensity of the surfers grip and pace, eyelashes flickering and bare chest heaving back and forth, unable to get enough air to fully make his mind functional (how could it, all his blood was...elsewhere.) But he didn’t need his mind right now, all he needed was Luke.

His tongue flickered out, wetting parched and sore lips, brow creased in a slight dimple on his brow. Eyes opened, staring at the sky filtering in between the trees, before moving to watch the boy, breath caught in throat, stomach tightly coiled. He was so insatiable, and that hand felt glorious curled around him, and that body felt perfect pressed against him. But he wanted more. To touch more. Feel more. He was so very greedy, and felt so very guilty for taking all the pleasure and (he assumed) giving none to Luke at all.

Luke’s voice was an aphrodisiac to Blaine, and fuelled the determination that he felt swelling – the determination to give something back, to make Luke beg and moan and writhe in absolute abandon. Like he had done, was doing. He wanted Luke’s senses to heighten, wanted Luke to know that Blaine wanted him utterly. And in every way possible. His hands tightened briefly, then released, the moan gasping off his mouth.

“Roll over.” He purred in that breathy way, which felt like he was yelling when he was only barely whispering. He waited for the hesitation, the uncertain release, watching every movement of Luke, wanting to lick the planes of his stomach, taste the gathering of sweat. He wanted to consume and taste every part of the boy – like he had no one ever before. Luke was something else – and Blaine was going to do something else that was rare for him to do.

Blaine hadn’t done relationships, got close enough, passionate enough to explore every pore of a person – it wasn’t often he submitted himself completely and utterly, but in a strange way, he felt that he knew Luke. And he liked him a whole lot too. That’s why Blaine eagerly explored the others body once it was displayed to him, straddling Luke playfully, cheeks flushed and eyes alight. His hands moved over that chest, face leaning down close, lips pressing against the tan skin of the others chest.

His nose nudged against skin, inhaling heavy the scent of the other, firmly and obviously mixed with his own, sending a trill of pleasure up his spine. That mouth had made its way further down, leaving a trail of kisses from chest to belly button before tongue cheekily darted out, tracing the line of hip which delved into pants, stopping, disappointingly, before it could go forward. His eyes sought Luke’s before he spoke, smile taunting lips, fingers skimming just barely underneath the waistband, a distraction indeed.

“You taste good.” That accent was heady, arousal still clearly flushed in his face (and present in his pants.) I wonder if you taste like that all over...” Face lowered, breath escaping tauntingly over the area licked, lifting the waist of the pants up a little.

((Okay, that got clunky halfway through. Don’t say it didn’t cause it did. That’s only because Luke “reflection” movement need to be inserted. ))

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Luke had never felt so far gone, so lost in the little things that were Blaine. Nobody had ever dragged the ragged moans from his mouth like this boy could, had him practically sobbing for more like Blaine was beginning to make him do. His mind wasn't hardly functioning, and yet the single perception throbbing against his consciousness was all too clear. Blaine was different. Different from all the other encounters he'd sustained. Not only was this boy able to make him do things, to make him feel things, that he hadn't even known he was capable of, but suddenly Luke found the thought of Blaine leaving him more than the least bit unnerving. Still, there was time to delve on the deeper matters later, his mind finding it increasingly hard to keep a focus on anything but Blaine's warm body beneath him.

If Blaine had the idea that he was taking all the sensuality, relishing in what Luke was so willingly offering while the other received nothing in return, he had no idea of the extent of his affects over the blue-eyed boy above him. Hell, Blaine hadn't hardly even done anything and Luke was already breathless and collapsed against the other. The feel of the boy underneath his fingers was euphoria, his shallow breaths escaping in a wanting rasp, and yet he still ached for more. The need for Blaine was inconceivable, his eyes slowly opening to find the other's slate-grey gaze, his stomach clenching more tightly .

God. He was so.. There wasn't even a word to explain what Blaine was. Just. God.

He loved the quiet moans he was able to coax from the other, his jaw clenching in an attempt to ward off the likewise retaliation threatening in his dry throat. The boy's quiet voice sent a shiver down his spine, and it took him a minute to even register what Blaine had said. He bit his lip, chest heaving as he slowly blinked down at the other, reluctantly pulling his hand from beneath the fabric of Blaine's shorts. He hesitated for only an instant, all too willing to surrender to whatever Blaine might ask of him, before sliding off the boy, feeling the chill of the gravel against his damp back.

He wasn't one to tolerate being overpowered, usually preferring to go so far as cutting off whatever he'd been in the middle of if the top position wasn't given to him. But here he was, voluntarily inviting Blaine to have the upper hand all too willingly. He didn't even care. All he wanted was Blaine. Any way he was offered.

Blaine's hands felt warm against his chest, his breath caught in his throat as he felt the other press their lips against his dampened skin. Blaine's soft kisses left trails like wildfire down the smooth plane of his stomach, his hand propping itself against the boy's shoulder as a groaned gasp escaped his mouth. "Blaine.." The word was torn from his parted lips in a dragged out moan, his breathy voice cascading weakly across the stillness of the track. His back arched into the boy's mouth as he traveled farther down, warm tongue taunting him to his edge. He didn't know how much more of this he would last through, and yet he felt so far away from being through.

And those fingers, ghosting just beneath his waistband. It was all he could do not to jerk intensely into Blaine's touch.

Blaine's heady voice seared through him with a pang of heat that made him wrench against the boy now above him, a shuddering breath ebbing from his lips. "F-fuck.." he whined, his fingers digging into the other's shoulder needily as he felt Blaine's hot breath tickle the soft skin of his inner thigh, his head pressing farther into the gravel as the boy's words left him immobile against the waves of sensuality causing his normally controlled figure to quiver like a child. He bit at his bruised bottom lip, his desire reaching a new energy as he pushed against those hovering fingers half-hidden beneath the waist of his pants.



(( I'm gonna say it anyway, 'cause it's true... YOUR POST WAS OMG. SOOO GOOD! <33 ))

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It was fair to say that Blaine was entranced by this boy. It was a hard thing to get under his skin (and his clothes) quite so easily, but Luke had been able to do it with only a little bit of protestation on Blaine’s behalf. An achievement indeed. He tried not to dwell on the fact that Luke would probably go off and forget him after this encounter, avoid him if they saw each other. He wasn’t worried about rumours, really, because – who would be ashamed of getting so close to this perfect body, this perfect face which he unknowingly had under his complete control. But, he didn’t want this to be a one-time situation, and more shockingly, he wanted more then just fucking. He wanted to know Luke. Although, knowing him like this was very, very good for now.

The manner in which Blaine took control did not seem dominant, nor possessive, just a simple exchange of places. The small pieces of gravel that had stuck to his moist skin gently tumbled off without much need for helping hands, and he found himself far too comfortable in being where he was. His name off those lips was only further encouragement to Blaine, a smile stretching lips as he kissed and teased his way along the flesh. Oh how he loved his name now, it sounded different, felt different, off Luke’s lips – he’d do anything to keep hearing it.

And he knew how to do so.

Luke’s shaky voice urged him onwards, chuckling slightly at his total abandon. Fingers hooked completely on pants waist, pulling down, allowing the cool breeze to breathe against the others more sensitive skin, mixed with the heat of Blaine’s own pants. “Later.” He answered at the shuddering ‘fuck’ which had escaped bruised lips. He was a tease, wasn’t he? That tongue trailed lazily down to thigh, giving slight flickers every now and then, while hands stretched up, feeling chest and stomach. His messy array of strawberry blonde hair hit the light as he did something. Something to send Luke into total and utter oblivion.

That mouth, perfect bow lips, could not resist any more. Luke’s throbbing heat was enveloped in a warm, moist mouth, a hand moving to hip to press down for any, unexpected thrusts. The fingers tightened against skin, grey eyes closed for once, inhaling musky scent and tasting the slightly salty flavour of the other. He teased first, sucking lightly at the head, tongue flicking to the sensitive vein underneath, before drawing more into his mouth, slowly. He didn’t want to rush this sensation, after all, especially not for Luke.

[kaytee]

It was, it had to be said, a very small feat to get the tan, blue-eyed boy out of his clothes with minimal interference. He wasn't one for playing aloof, his patience wearing thin much too fast to be the hard-to-get type. Though if he had been, the irresistibly cute boy now holding the top card over him would've had him barely clothed anyway. Up until he'd been fortunate enough to literally run into Blaine, nobody had ever gotten quite as deep beneath his skin as the blonde-haired boy was able to. It wasn't the shallow fuckery he usually partook in. The type he would've usually preferred. Somehow, he felt that with Blaine, it was different. He couldn't gauge the other's own fondness by how quickly he'd gotten him out of his shirt, though the he was the least bit curious as to whether that was a feat or not. He pushed the thoughts swirling through his head quickly to the back of his mind, allowing himself to merely feel. He didn't want to think. Not now.

His mind was.. elsewhere.

Blaine's soft chuckle sent tingles against his sensitive skin, his nerves reacting in an amplified state to the boy's soft touches. For what was undoubtedly the first time in his long history of rendezvous and relationships, he was thoroughly at ease with lying beneath Blaine, feeling the warmth of the boy above him and the coolness of the sweaty gravel underneath him. It was different for him, a new experience that he decided he would be more than willing to undergo again. Blaine made it less of a power play, not so countermanding as he'd have thought it to be. A sharp gasp was torn from his throat as the cold air hit his previously clothed skin, causing goosebumps to again appear over the expanse of his bare chest and arms. He moaned only partially disappointedly in response to the single word Blaine uttered, his bruised lips curling into a weak smile. "Now that's just mean" he teased, his voice breathless. He released his grip slightly on the other's shoulder, his fingers subconsciously tightening painfully against the boy's smooth skin. The other's warm tongue was unhinging him, his panting breaths laced with quiet groans as Blaine's fingers against his stomach and chest sent a white-hot trill of pleasure through his body.

Truthfully, he never saw Blaine's next move coming.

Heavy lids quickly closed over vibrant blue eyes, his vision tunneling into blank ecstasy as the boy's warm mouth encompassed his heated hardness. His lips parted, a rough moan escaping his abraded throat as he arched ardently into the other, toes curling as his hands moved to entwine in the boy's hair, clutching at the head of strawberry blonde until his knuckles were nearly white. "Oh god.. B-blaine.." he could barely squeeze the breathy words past his lips as he struggled against the hand pushing his hip down. "More.." he pleaded, his apex rapidly approaching under the other's unbelievably arousing actions.

The boy's mouth was doing things to him he'd never thought he could achieve.

The patience he'd found only a few minutes earlier waned as he felt Blaine's mouth around him, coaxing him more quickly to his edge than he'd ever have expected. "Blaine.." he was indecorously begging the other now as his groaned voice rose slightly, the english language rapidly escaping him as all else faded around the heightened feel of everything Blaine was doing. He clung to the sensations bombarding his writhing body, refusing to give in to the unfocused burst of oblivion clamoring closer and closer. He didn't want this to end, relishing in every slight movement the other made. It couldn't end now. Not when he was shamelessly begging for more.

But life wasn't always fair, it was beginning to seem.

(( Sorry my reply took so long, I've been super-busy the last few days. Argh.. and this is way horrible.. ))

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Every now and then, Blaine York would indulge in a little heat, a little body-to-body play – but it was usually a difficult situation to try and get in his pants, for obvious reasons. His paranoia about his scars, and his general distaste for himself often ruled out his preference of someone else’s body for his hand. Any sex he’d had was fairly meaningless, and though it felt good, it was nothing compared to the pleasure he had felt at the hands of Luke. Someone, he actually could like, and get to know. His attraction to Luke felt like it didn’t only run skin deep – the words exchanged, the way Luke handled himself, all helped Blaine want him, need him. It was Luke’s presence as a whole.

“I’m never mean.” He’d murmured, allowing breath to roll over the wetted tip of Luke’s heat, tongue flickering out at his words. This was all instinct, really, not down to practice, and he scanned his memory of what he had liked in the past – how he could bring Luke to trembling delight. Though, it seemed, he was very close to doing so anyway. Each moan kept him aroused, sending dizzy waves through his head, and the panting breaths only wanted Blaine to make Luke breathless, keep him on his toes, or keep his toes curling, whatever was more applicable.

He heard the pleas, the desperate wiggling beneath his hands was all too apparent how much the boy was enjoying this. And, truth be told, Blaine was enjoying giving this as well. Luke’s hardness was as attractive as everything else about him, and it was no hardship to be doing this. Especially when the other spoke his name in such a way. He felt the soft stinging of pulled hair beneath the others clenched hands, but didn’t pull away, the sensation mixing vaguely with pleasure, a fine line drawn indeed. His eyes watched the passionate face, the ecstasy imprinted so vividly that Blaine felt his heart thud heavily in his chest. He was doing that.

He was glad for his hand on the hip, as well, slowly taking all of Luke, not letting the boy control the movements at all. That was half the fun, not knowing when that warmth would be slow, or fast, or in between. But he knew the other was so very close, especially when he felt the tensing of muscles and the lack of speech punctuated by breathy, almost sobbing breaths. He slowed, lashes flicking against flesh, before retracting, sucking, wetly – there was the feeling of his nose nudging the soft flesh in the curve of his hip, those hands rubbing, feeling and exploring before Blaine’s mouth left Luke’s heat.

And now he was uncertain. He wasn’t like this. So easily undressed and ready.

“I – I’m not usually like this.” His breath hitched a little, trying to keep this short and sweet for Luke’s sake, “but –do you want me to keep going... or..” He trailed off, blush of pleasure punctuated by the blush of slight embarrassment, heart thudding in his chest. Please, please, please don’t let Luke think bad of him – he was happy either way.


((NOTE: Should Blaine and Luke actually have sex? Blaine’s not usually the first-date-sex kinda guy, but he’d do it fo’ sure for Luke, though he’d be worried that he was coming across as easy. And he like Luke, he doesn’t want Luke thinking bad about him. :3 But he’s gagging for it!

Secondly. Fuckery. LOVE IT. I seriously laughed out loud when I saw it. And your post is BRILL!))

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Luke Gerard Alexander was not known to get involved. He could be passionate when he chose, but usually it was only when he chose. He'd never completely lost himself at the hands of someone else, never felt the waves of sensuality and utter euphoria he was introduced to now. He couldn't even fathom what he would be subject to after he had to part from the activities at hand, after he had to wrench himself away from Blaine. As much as he'd like to never have to leave, truly that would be utter perfection, life wasn't always so sugar-coated under the lights. The fact that had only recently seemed so unnerving, the realization that this wasn't another rendezvous to live and forget, had begun to sunk in now. He didn't want to commit in another fuck-and-run like he'd gotten into the habit of doing. He wanted Blaine to last. He needed Blaine to last.

A throaty chuckle, submersed wholly in his panting breaths, was all he could pass from his lips in reply, his breath catching as he jerked fervidly against Blaine's hand again. If he hadn't been so completely unraveled, so intensely needy for more of Blaine, he would've managed some sarcasm regarding the fallacy of the other's statement. After all, how Blaine was making Luke beg and plead, his body writing beneath the other's, could hardly count as humane. He'd never let himself submit with such abandon, reveling in the control Blaine had over him and giving himself more than willingly to that warm mouth. There wasn't a way to convey what Blaine was doing to him, or how much he needed to feel more. It was unjust, how his want seemed utterly unappeasable and yet he couldn't ask for more.

The boy's hot breath against his sensitive skin drove a hoarse groan from his mouth, breathy utterance escaping achingly past his throat. He struggled to slowly release the death grip he had on the other's strawberry blonde hair, moving his hand back to Blaine's sloping shoulder slowly. He didn't know how the other could do this; how Blaine could make him beg and plead until his voice began to fail him.

But he'd do it all over again in an instant.

His free hand rose to the other's against his hip, weak fingers grasping Blaine's wrist as he felt the warmth of the grey-eyed boy encompass him whole. His lips parted, mouth bobbing as he tried to form a coherent word in the murk of his consciousness. Blaine's lashes and the nudge of the boy's nose against the curve of his hip alone were enough to bring him to his knees if the blonde boy so wished, his shuddering breath releasing a low moan that ended almost disappointedly as he felt Blaine retracting slowly. Slowly opening his blue eyes, he managed to prop himself up on his elbows, body heaving as Blaine's voice sent shivers down his spine. God, he loved that voice.

A small smile played across his parted lips at the other's unsure question, his hand finding the side of Blaine's face as he sat up, leaning forward to capture the boy's soft lips in his own. "My turn" he mumbled against Blaine's mouth, trailing his lips down the side of the boy's neck. In a single fluid movement, he grabbed either side of the other's hips, drawing them around so that he had Blaine flipped, his chest able to rest against the other's back, his nose nudging into the dip between the boy's shoulder blades. His calloused fingers trailed along the smooth planes of Blaine's back, hitching at the waist of the boy's shorts before pushing them downward slowly, pressing himself needily against the boy now beneath him.

Sex was one thing. Sex with Blaine was another. But Public sex with Blaine? Fuck.

(( I have made my decision rofl! Luke'd never think badly of Blaine, he's ten times easier than he'll ever be xD.

And that "couldn't ask for more" line.. I didn't mean it like he was afraid to ask too much of Blaine lol.. I meant like he's utterly happy with what he has :3 ))