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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 18, 2013 21:21:18 GMT -5
His heart was racing a million miles a minute as he stood there, stock-still and rigid as a board. His limbs felt so stiff that he didn't know how he managed to watch over to the couch and sit, when Terryn took him by the hand. He sat down, pulling his wings into him closely, an instinctual-self-preservation thing. Terryn sat what Cassander considered "unnaturally close" to him and before he could push the thought out of his mind, he had decided that he liked the close proximity. He blinked, realizing that the other boy was speaking to him.
It was a little weird, he mused, that instructions on how to relax and kiss were being offered to him just before he was about to do it. Wait...he was about to kiss another man? What sorcery was this?! He wondered if Lyn had slipped something in his drink that activated his false attraction to the male sex. With deep regret, he reminded himself that as wrong as he thought it, it couldn't be all that false. And besides, maybe a kiss on the lips would be a way to prove to himself that he wasn't missing out on anything, once he was discovered that kissing men was nothing compared to kissing women.
Well, fuck it.
He leaned in, slammed his eyelids shut and jammed his lips up against Terryn's.
He was none-too-gentle, upon first contact, and his eyes fluttered open in surprise, but he quickly realized what he had done wrong and he lessened the pressure on the other boy's lips. They were softer than he had expected and...why bother to deny it, so much nicer than Lyn's. Something ignited in his chest, a need to keep doing this, see more of him and he moved his lips in something of a circular motion until he pulled back, his face still barely an inch from Terryn's.
His face was red and for something reason, he couldn't bring himself to meet Terrnyn's eyes, but a bashful smile had broken out on his face. He was happy, really, really happy, so did that make him a bad person?
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Post by Terryn Wykeham on Jul 20, 2013 11:22:46 GMT -5
Terryn loved the way the younger boys lips felt against his. He didn't even notice how hard the boy had smashed their lips together. It didn't register, he was too turned on to notice. Oh, he was on cloud nine! He had never meet a virgin who could kiss this good. Terryn didn't want the kiss to end, it was one if the best in his life. He was honored to be the boys first male kiss. Hopefully he would be more of the boys firsts as well.
When Cassander pulled away disappointment rocketed through him. He didn't want the pleasure if kissing the boy go away. Now that he had shared a kiss with the young man he wanted more. He didn't know how he was every going to get enough from the young lad, but he knew he was hooked. He wasn't sure the boy had liked it until he had seen the blush ad the smile. He couldn't help but smile when the boy did. That smile was contagious, it could make even the maddest of people smile.
Terryn took Cassander's chin in his hand and forced him to look at him. "Why'd you stop?" And with that Terryn slid his hand into the boys hair and kissed him again. His tongue licked at the other set of lips against his as he ran his hands through the boys hair. He let out another moan wanting the boy to be as consumed as he was.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 23, 2013 16:03:45 GMT -5
"Why'd you stop?"
That was an excellent question. Why had he stopped? Demons hadn't descended upon him to whisk him off to hell because he had locked lips with another boy and he supposed that so long as no one saw, there was nothing really the matter with what he was doing. Terryn sent electricity churning through his stomach, making him feel alive and electrocuted and on queasy with pleasure all at once.
Terryn reached under his chin and gently lifted his face so that he was looking at the nymph-boy and Cassander felt his heart melt. He didn't even care that he was missing class because of Lyn's deception. Without thinking, he reached and ran his hands through Terryn's curls, discovering with delight that they were soft and silky. He felt something wet and realized that Terryn had licked, that's right - licked his lips with his tongue. It was weird, but oh, gods, did he love it. Without thinking, he returned the moan and latched his mouth onto Terryn's as he fell on his back, barely conscious of his long-sexually-suppressed actions.
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Post by Terryn Wykeham on Jul 24, 2013 16:12:16 GMT -5
Oh, this is fun. Terryn thought to himself as Cassander kissed him back. He was in a whole new place he hadn't been in a long, long time. How long had it been since he had kissed someone that he had actually liked? Over a hundred years maybe. He was all about flings, no strings relationships, but this didn't feel like any of those things. He was making out with a young innocent lad. Oh, crap he was going to screw this poor kid up.
Terryn jumped off the sofa with that thought, breaking the kiss and flying over to the bar. He was breathing hard, his face was flush and he couldn't stop the aweful thoughts running through his head. Boy, was he stupid. He was about to lead the nice young boy on a path no one should ever take. He was terrible. He through his fist down and hit the bar hard, he didn't feel anything he was too upset. Terryn grabbed for a cup of the strongest ale he had and gulped it down. His back was to Cassander and he had no intention of turning around. He sat down and laid his head in his hands he couldn't face the boy. He felt too bad. He felt terrible. There was no other way to describe how he felt.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Jul 26, 2013 16:27:00 GMT -5
Cassander involuntarily heard a groan escape his lips and his entire body stiffened for a second, as if his body had betrayed him into doing something embarrassing, but Terryn didn't seem to mind, and so the banshee relaxed again, sinking into the couch and slowly, slowly inching his arms up to caress the nymph's shoulders and back, pulling him even farther down on top of him. Funny, he wouldn't have thought that the weight of another boy on top of him might have proven such a turn-on.
And then he felt something grow warm between his legs. Oh no, it wasn't going to do this to him now. He imagined that his "manhood", as some of the other boys called it, stiffened when he went to sleep, because when he woke up in the middle of the night, it had hardened. Sometimes, it would wake up when he was awake too. This wouldn't be so bad except A.) it showed through his trousers, so he would have to hide until it subsided, and B.) it gave him the barbaric drive to find someone and do lewd things to their bodies. Kissing was fine, kissing was romantic, but the other things...images that he didn't even know the meaning of flashing through his head, were not. The last thing he needed was for it to wake up just then.
Without warning, Terryn bolted up and sprinted to the other side of the room. Cassander blinked, in shock because the nymph had moved so quickly that he had no idea what was going on. Only then did it occur to him that it was no doubt because it had woken up. Feeling stupid and disgusting, he sat up and drew his wings around them, pulling them to so his face was shadowed by him. The nymph appeared to be drinking (and as he should be, he must think Cassander a freak by now: no one he knew had a manhood that randomly hardened). Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Cassander huddled behind his wings and forced himself to speak.
"I'm sorry...I didn't know...didn't know it would do that..."
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Post by Terryn Wykeham on Jul 28, 2013 21:00:09 GMT -5
Terryn's head shot up at the boys words, What in the world is the boy talking about? The Nymph whipped his head around to look at Cassander, his beautiful wings were wrapped around his body hiding himself. Why was the boy hiding? Terryn bit his lip as he watched the him, he didn't want to see him like that he was too pretty to be sad. Gulping, he got to his feet and walked toward the lovely boy. He knelt in front of Cassander and tapped on his wings. "Cassander, sweet boy, what are you talking about?"
It was obvious to Terryn that the lad was thinking something else was wrong when it was Terryn being stupid. He didn't want to poison the boy with the ideas in his life. The ideas of countless sexual partners, parties till the sun comes up, and drinking till you throw up and then drinking more after that. He had led to many lads and ladies down that path and he had watched too many die because of it as well. Cassander was too good for any of that. He was a special lad who was going to do big, big things with his life. Terryn didn't want to be the one to mess the kids life up.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Aug 3, 2013 13:59:57 GMT -5
He remained in the fetal position, rocking back and forth, staring at the floor for fear that Terryn might see his beet-red face. He supposed that logically, he shouldn't care if the other boy happened to see his face when he felt his...problem. The problem was a much bigger problem than his red face...but then it was bigger and...never mind.
"I'm talking about...the thing. The thing that...didn't you...? I'm sorry...there's something wrong with it...I don't want to talk about it..." He mumbled, turning away once more. How could he possibly discuss something so shameful, so personal, with a boy he barely knew whom he had just been kissing.
Oh gods! He had just been mashing his lips up against another boy's mouth! He had forgotten, what with all the...kissing. He was considering casting a memory modification spell on both himself and on Terryn, but then he was faced with the undeniable reality that he had actually liked it. He had liked it so much that the only retribution for his sin was that his defect started acting up, which though embarrassing, wasn't a terrible price to pay. Maybe if he kept his new endeavor very secret (and wore looser trousers) no one would ever know. He could lead a double life and--and now he was getting ahead of himself. The next thing he had to do was find a list that would keep everyone from noticing his defeat, even if they pressed against him. He could even have a mask and a different name...
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Post by Terryn Wykeham on Aug 4, 2013 21:28:41 GMT -5
"I know your thinking way to hard in there..." Terryn smiled as he tapped the wings hiding his face. He said ignoring the boys comment for now. It would be easier to talk to him about when his beautiful eyes were looking at him.
Woah, beautiful? Since when have I thought other people were beautiful? That was a great question. Terryn had never once in his life found someone beautiful. He thought they were cute, hot, or sexy. And once every now and then he would think someone was pretty, but never once had it been beautiful. It just hadn't ever fit with anyone, expect now, it seemed. He is beautiful. I'm not gonna try and lie about it. So he did the two things he was pretty good at honesty and flirtation. "Please, my beautiful boy, let me see those gorgeous eyes."
Hmm, gorgeous and beautiful in one sentence. I think that's the most emotional sentence I have ever said. Terryn thought as he waited for the boy to respond. He had no doubt this was about to get very interesting, but then again nothing Terryn ever did was boring. So with a simple shrug of his shoulders he sat down next to Cassander and pulled the boys figure closer to him as he waited.
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Post by Cassander Tuireann on Aug 8, 2013 19:11:15 GMT -5
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