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Post by Megurine Luki on Jul 15, 2011 0:56:53 GMT -5
"Could you?" Luki whispered, letting his lips move to his ear. "I would do that for you." He whispered very faintly, catching Mikuo's soft lobe between his teeth. He nibbled it slowly, then rolled his tongue along the shell of his ear. He knew that Mikuo loved when he do that, remembering the response he earned when he did that previously. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but Luki thought nothing of it. "Mm. You want this already?" He murmured, laying his hand on Mikuo's cheek, still playing with his ear. "You don't want supper first? Psh... you probably haven't eaten anything decent since Miku-chan left." He purred teasingly, tangling his fingers in Mikuo's turquoise hair. He moved his lips back to Mikuo's face, then pressed their lips together, needing tugging at his bottom lip between his own. "Nnhn."
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Post by hatsunemikuo on Jul 15, 2011 21:56:12 GMT -5
A soft gasp was his response, as the smaller, younger boy simply laid back, allowing to do as he wished for the time being. Not that he had any issue whatsoever with what was happening, of course.
"It's not my fault that she insists on doing the cooking around here.." He muttered lightly, just barely finishing his sentence before Luki'd placed their lips together, effectively silencing him. Mikuo's body shifted again, a small shiver running up his spine at his partner's actions. His pale lips opened the slightest bit, and his hands moved again; this time to place themselves gently on the pink-haired man's cheeks.
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Post by Megurine Luki on Jul 23, 2011 1:05:40 GMT -5
Luki kept his lips pressed against the smaller man's, not saying anything further. He knew that Mikuo would protest if he didn't want to go on, the teenager was just blunt like that. Luki felt his lips churn into a small smirk, and he pulled away only for the smallest moment before he forcefully smashed them back together. He let himself collapse completely ontop of Mikuo, taking advantage of the tiny part between his lips. He slipped his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper. They were taking their time, being all passionate. But it's not like that mattered, they were only... sex friends, one could say. Luki wasn't slow to move, swiftly slipping his hands up Mikuo's shirt, tugging it up slowly. His fingers traced the cold skin, mapping out every part of his stomach. A body he had felt so much, but still had much to learn. He let out a soft hum against Mikuo's mouth, hoping he was okay with what Luki was doing. Although they had done this dozens of times before, Luki couldn't help but feel concerned. The age diffrence... was Mikuo really okay with that? The boy was at least 4 years younger then Luki himself.
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