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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:29:32 GMT -5
"It's better than outside, I s'pose," Mello commented, stepping inside. "What do you have planned now?"
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 0:33:19 GMT -5
"Why must there be a plan?" Lorcan questioned, slipping out of his shoes and pulling off his hoodie. They were off tonight, and he couldn't put his finger on the cause. "You alright?" He finally settled on asking then pondering.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:35:57 GMT -5
Mello glanced at Lorcan and shrugged. "Dunno. There doesn't have to be, I guess." He paused, taking in what Lor said. "Of course I am." He grinned to prove it, taking Lor's hand and leading him toward the couch.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 0:40:02 GMT -5
"Is there a reason I don't fully believe you?" Lorcan questioned, following him willingly over to the couch and sitting down beside him.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:41:38 GMT -5
"Definitely," Mello joked with a smirk, playing with the zipper on Lorcan's jeans. He didn't want to waste any time.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 0:46:56 GMT -5
Lorcan drew in a sharp breath at the proximately he now found Mellos hand. He closed his eyes for a short second. "Bastard." He murmured.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:48:29 GMT -5
"I know you are," Mello responded, his lips now on Lor's neck, sucking carefully.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 0:54:51 GMT -5
Lorcan let that breath out shakily and settled back against the couch. "I meant-" He stopped not caring anymore about what he was saying for a second. "You." He finished a moment later.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 0:57:47 GMT -5
"It's okay," Mello replied with a shrug (as much as he could manage of one, anyway). "We can't all be perfect." He unzipped Lorcan's pants and returned to the hickeys. "Fortunately, though, you don't need to worry about that."
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 1:04:57 GMT -5
Lorcan chuckled, not understanding a word of what he'd just said but not caring. He slid out of his jeans a little reluctantly and with much insistance from Mello.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 1:06:39 GMT -5
Mello stopped for a second, glancing at Lorcan's boxers and then back at him. He widened his eyes, pleading silently.
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 1:16:27 GMT -5
Lorcan hesitated, meeting Mello's gaze. He wanted him, he did, but he wasn't the kind to jump right into this stuff. Who was to say Mello wouldn't leave him in a few months? Who was to say that he wouldn't judge him?
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 1:19:32 GMT -5
Mello noticed the hesitation. He let out a sigh, though stopped what he was doing and took Lorcan's hand. "What's wrong?"
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Post by Jeraurd Deveraux on Apr 2, 2011 1:25:54 GMT -5
He squirmed under the spotlight. "Nothing, nothing." He insisted, but Mello's glance proved that he knew something was up. "I'm just nervous." He said softly.
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Post by Mello Russe on Apr 2, 2011 1:27:51 GMT -5
"Nervous?" Mello pressed, curious now. He frowned, leaning his head on Lor's shoulder. "Nervous about what?"
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