Anders (
not_every_mage) wrote2019-06-11 09:31 am
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Nightclub District, Limbo City, Tuesday Evening
Anders wasn't always much of a dancer, but something about the stickiness of summer had him wanting to lose himself among strangers and move to the kind of music he could feel through his whole body. He dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark fitted jeans after work, hair loose around his face, and collected Dante for a minor adventure.
"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."
[OOC: For the boy, please!]
"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."
[OOC: For the boy, please!]
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He pushed in all the way one more time. Twice. Three times...
Maybe a little longer than that.
Before he pulled back.
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He swallowed. "Is that what you want me to do? Beg?"
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"You to fuck me," he whispered back. "And don't be gentle."
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And kissed him, fiercely, holding nothing back.
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"Yes," he murmured.
He leaned away for a moment.
When he came back, he'd scooted a little ways down; he pushed Anders' legs up.
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He slid two wet fingers behind Anders' dick and pressed them in. Slowly.
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His fingers were soft, but efficient. Opening Anders up, not... trying anything else.
Instead he left kisses all over Anders' chest, their placement somehow without rhyme or reason.
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It was getting harder to talk, and his next "Please" meant something else entirely.
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Then he stretched over Anders again and pressed himself in.
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"Feel so good," he whispered. Tight and warm all around him, fuck. He shifted, hips moving in a shallow thrust.
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"'m gonna free up those scarves," he murmured. "I miss your hands."
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His hips kept moving, too.
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