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not_every_mage) wrote2015-02-17 11:36 am
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Room 322, Tuesday Afternoon
After Bob's class, Anders hurried back to his room and was pleased to find he had it to himself. He exiled Lachlan to roam the halls -- exploration was good for cats, wasn't it? -- and then hurriedly straightened his side, which mostly entailed shoving dirty clothes under the bed and stacking his books and papers so they looked almost organized. He debated over the door for a moment, finally deciding to leave it halfway open.
And then he drew a ragged breath and flopped onto his bed, trying to look like he was perfectly calm and composed. He didn't entirely succeed. He was emotional at the best of times, and the sex pollen had him what felt like permanently off-balance. Though the promise of a visit from Nathan might help with that ... at least for a while.
[OOC: For he who is named, please! May get NSFW.]
And then he drew a ragged breath and flopped onto his bed, trying to look like he was perfectly calm and composed. He didn't entirely succeed. He was emotional at the best of times, and the sex pollen had him what felt like permanently off-balance. Though the promise of a visit from Nathan might help with that ... at least for a while.
[OOC: For he who is named, please! May get NSFW.]
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"I think I can let you do that," he decided, also easily. "Long as you let my hand free."
He snaked his spare hand down, fussing with his belt buckle. Apparently getting naked was going to happen sooner rather than later.
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He pressed back into that kiss with some teeth.
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He shivered at the sharpness of the kiss, leaning closer instinctively.
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Words seemed to be beside the point, so he saved his lips to press for a deeper kiss.
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Exploration was nice but maybe he wanted something to hold onto while he was getting kissed.
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Anders clutched his fingers on Nathan's shirt and nudged forward, trying to step out of his pants and steer them toward the bed. He believed in multitasking.
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"Are you all right?" he wondered. "Walking isn't really going well this week, is it?"
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He all but purred as Nathan touched his hair. He hadn't taken out the bit of leather he tied it back with yet; he tried to angle his head to encourage Nathan to do that for him.
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And he'd do it carefully, not wanting to catch hair in the tie and cause pain.
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He reached out his hands, idly stroking at the sides of Nathan's hips.
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He was wondering if they were really going to talk about hairstyling now, but managed to be patient. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be.
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