AU #666: A TINGE OF DOUBT CROSSES MY MIND

[halfcocked]

[sprawled on Hakuren's bed with his laptop, dicking around on Google again; without preamble, begins to read in an attempt at a silky voice:]


I dream'd this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way
Enthralled my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were--


--her what? This one sucks! Lemme find a better one. Her waste!?

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[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[BRIGHT RED now, not really looking, but not really ... NOT-looking, either. more watching from the corner of one eye]

Maybe to you, it was!

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

You figure it out yet?

[lets that hand stray onto Hakuren's thigh, squeezing it, and then between his own legs]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[sucks in a sharp breath, shifting, and sounds more than a little scandalized] Devit--!

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[arches into his hand and lets his legs fall wider open, licking his lips]

You didn't want to help . . . mmmm . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[NOT SURE WHERE TO LOOK ;;]

I-it's not that I didn't, I don't--um--!

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[wraps one of his legs around Hakuren and slips his fingers under his waistband it's a tight fit, breath coming faster]

Didn't look that interested to me~

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[t-trapped 8( glances down briefly, then away again]

W-well, the circumstances -- I mean, after all the interruptions --

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[tilts his head back as he partially unlaces the pants]

So--mmmmmmm--so you don't have to do anything, since you don't want to, I'll even try and be quiet if you want . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

You, quiet, that's kind of hard to believe--

[sounds a bit more nervously strained than before, still just glancing-at, glancing-away]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[slips his hand into his pants now that they're loose enough and moans--quietly!--kneading slightly at Hakuren's back with his other hand]

Ahhhh . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[aklkerjleoir that feels like it backfired ;; staaaaaarting to look down again, then resolutely jerking his eyes up, to focus on the ceiling]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[he can probably still feel Devit beginning to rock a little beneath him, and the hand curling against his back |D]

[not making any other noise than quiet panting, though]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[gosh, this is awkward .///. trying to shift, moving off as much as their tangled state will allow]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[oh fine, letting him go--jerks his hips up into his hand and gasps Hakuren's name very quietly as Hakuren moves off of him]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[freezes at that and stops moving, looking down--did you--?]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[gripping the sheets now, moving into his hand, and--yes, as a matter of fact, there it is again]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[watching now, not really aware that he's stopped moving away, or that he's holding his breath; just ... fascinated, really]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[pauses to unlace his pants completely and push them down on his hips, whining a little in his throat]

M-mmmmm . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[settles against, cheek to cheek, and watching. also breathing shallowly himself, so as to hear better]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[turns his face a bit to brush his mouth against Hakuren's cheek, his eyes closed and lips parted; makes a few jerky, muffled noises as he begins to stroke himself slowly]

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[bites down on his lower lip, hardly breathing -- just watching for now, his own hands curled in the sheets]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[tosses his head back, breathing fast and hard, quickening his pace a little]

A-ahhhh, fuck, Hakuren, yes . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

I--I'm not doing anything, remember ...

[but nuzzling a little, still watching openly]

[halfcocked.livejournal.com]

[nuzzling against Hakuren's cheek, lifting his hips off the bed]

I-I'mmmm, mmm, thinking about it . . .

[a-holy-oak.livejournal.com]

[turning his head a little, still watching]

Thinking about ... ?