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Post by bahamas on Oct 12, 2010 17:59:26 GMT -5
Yeaaaah, no. Kthx.
Once was enough, even if he barely remembered it. The red blush spread all over his face and even went to his ears. The boy just slapped his hands over his ears, totally not believing the dirty talk Morocco was giving him. It was REALLY the last thing he wanted to hear right now. With his ears now burning under his hands he let out a whine, hoping that he would catch the hint that he wasn't interested in round two. Or three... H-How many times did they do it exactly?
You know what? Nevermind he didn't even want to know! "No no no," Baha said, his own voice muffled over his hands. "Someone might hear us!" Stupid excuse was stupid, but right now his head was too busy buzzing with this headache and what exactly he did last night that was so amazing that it was all he could come up with. The island boy let go of his ears and grabbed more of the blanket so his body would be covered so that Morocco's wandering eyes wouldn't wander back down there.
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Post by morocco on Oct 12, 2010 18:28:43 GMT -5
ohohohoho. now there would be a game, and morocco knew this game way. 'how to turn someone on' - the white dyed hair fell across his forehead as he smirked, devious in his intent. as everette covered himself up, suhail began his little 'game'.
"oh my. i didn't know you were a screamer..." morocco would state at the idea of 'someone hearing them', before twisting his body a bit and tugging the covers from over top them and letting it fall in both of their laps. this game would be done through words, and the objective was to make it so his 'preys' lower body heated up in lust.
or in short, got a boner.
"well, wait. you were pretty loud last night. i just assumed i was a bit too big.. or maybe you were really into it?" left hand rubbed his chin as he thought, smiling to himself, "but hey, atleast now i know where to touch you to make you say 'a-a-ah, n-not there...!'... man, you can get really cute." morocco teased, chuckling a bit. beneath the covers he subtly moved himself, his leg lightly pressing against everette's.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 12, 2010 20:04:58 GMT -5
He could only get so red ya know.
Baha clenched his fist and the mentioning of being a screamer. He did not scream! His hand reached up and removed the covers from his face as he looked at Morocco. "That's not what I mean-" he began, but was interrupted. AHHE'SALIAR A LIAR. OHHH, he was SO tempted to punch him in his "glory" but he couldn't muster up the courage to even look at it. With no witty comebacks in mind, he simply stuttered and said "S-shut up!" It only made him sound stupid, so he retreated back to his blanket shell and just wanted to hide.
As Morocco's leg brushed against his, a shiver was sent down his spine. He clearly was trying to come on to him again, not going to give up any time soon. He shuffled over a bit, making sure not to fall off the bed again, and tried to keep his distance. But he knew Morocco would only pursue him until he ran out of bed and was forced to run out of the room in nothing but a blanket.
It was either that or rape, and so far he was liking his first option more.
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Post by morocco on Oct 12, 2010 20:16:25 GMT -5
lips coiled up in a smirk, and as the boy made his way to the opposite end of the bed, morocco merely watched. so this would be a patience game, hmm? well, good thing suhail was a 'patient' person. more so, he continued to pester subtly until shit got done as he wanted. as he tugged the blankets near him, morocco was once again nude, which he didn't mind - it was just everette after all. <3
there was a slight movement, the white haired youth on all fours as he swiftly moved in, lips gently pressing against the side of everette's mouth - a cute kiss, gentle yet so sinister. after a brief moment suhail pulled away and gently leaned his body against and over everette's on, chest rubbing down against the blankets as he reached for his boxers he had thrown earlier. their chests would lightly brush against each others before suhail retreated, tugging his boxers on from the opposite end.
"well, first day in tokyo will be a day to remember, hm?" morocco teased, soon placing on his socks, pants, and his shirt from last night. in his hands he would hold everette's own boxers after being dressed, index fingers wrapping around the strap of them as he held them in front of him. "hmm. i sort of prefer you going commando. never know, i might feel needy in the middle of our sight seeing adventure." he joked.
or was he?
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Post by bahamas on Oct 12, 2010 20:36:12 GMT -5
FFFF.
The kiss had completely caught him off guard, so his only reaction was to swat the spot where Morocco had been.. a few seconds after he had moved. This shit wasn't cool, yo 8( All this closeness was making him antsy and really uncomfortable, especially touching bare skin. that just made him shiver more. "Maybe," he muttered in response to his assaulter's comment. "Depends if you drug me again or not," he ended in a hiss. Yeah, he still didn't blame Morocco for what happened, but he surely wasn't making him feel any better about it. He heard the rustling of clothes and just stayed quiet, trying to sort out his thoughts and let his face cool down.
After a bit of silence he flipped over and onto his stomach and flipping around so that he was facing the end of the bead. He poked his head out wondering what Morocco was doing, only to see the white haired boy holding his boxers. "AH HEY!" he yelled. ARG HE WAS SUCH A JERK, this wasn't funny! "Fine," he spat. "I'll just stay here!" And he retreated back to the blankets.
He was starting to feel like a turtle.
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Post by morocco on Oct 12, 2010 20:45:59 GMT -5
siilence. morocco let his arms fall to his side, hand lightly pressing against his hips shortly after. there was a slight frown on his face, and after a few minutes the white haired boy rolled his eyes. now, what would shiro, mikaboshi, a logical person do in this scenario?
"we're going." suhail put his foot down, perse, as both hands would roughly grab the blankets. seeing as he was most likely stronger, he would pry them from everette's grip/body, before quickly grabbing the boy by his ankles so that he couldn't get away. if he wanted to be stubborn, fine, morocco had a remedy for this!
after a bit of tussling, morocco would pretty much force the boys boxers up over his legs and on to his hips, soon followed by his shirt. "now put your pants and everything else on, before i spank you." whats scary was that suhail was actually very serious i know hes kinky shh, and after getting his shoes he would leave the room and wait in the lobby for his friend. there was only one hour left for breakfast, damnit.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 12, 2010 21:06:06 GMT -5
Of course Baha fought his way through it, but sadly he was not as strong or as big as Morocco, so he could only flail helplessly as he was dressed like a child. He let out a few yells, but no one came, and then he was left alone to finish getting dressed. Ug he was so demanding all of the sudden like he owned this house! Everette huffed a bit and crossed his arms stubbornly, almost wanting to disobey and just stay here. But.. he was scared that Suhail would actually spank him or do much worse.
This was sexual harassment dammit!
His cheeks puffed out a bit as he slowly got off the bed. Then he stumbled, his head getting a sudden rush and it started pounding like crazy. Ug, this was horribleeeeeeee. He stayed still for a moment holding his head before it stopped and he gently picked up his clothes off the ground. After pulling his pants up and putting on his jacket, he sighed out loud. This trip wasn't exactly going like he had planned. He put on his shoes and shuffled out of the room, not caring if it was a mess or not. Wandering the halls, he eventually found his way downstairs and joined the owner of his virginity, looking slightly unenthusiastic.
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Post by morocco on Oct 12, 2010 21:25:51 GMT -5
when the boy would arrive to the lobby, a bottle of water would be pushed into his hands by the moroccan, his lips slowly shifting up into a small - yet genuine - smile. "we'll have fun today, okay?" he cooed, and it was said with so much optimism, enthusiasm, and sincerity that it was difficult to say he was lying. shortly after, the duo would be out the door.
into the streets of tokyo they went, walking the streets as they observed the culture all around them. sadly, japan wasn't anywhere to be found, so they couldn't exactly 'visit' him. shortly after they started their adventure, a young woman would jump out in front of them. "hello~! you are today's lucky winners!" she said excitedly, leaving morocco to backstep in slight paranoia. "we're granting a group of people access to the northern mansion nearby - where we'll have food, games, drinks, and more! luckily, this cute boy stuck out more than you." she would state, pinching bahama's cheek.
"h-hey." suhail muttered, crossly.
"just kidding! anywho, follow me and we'll be off!"
after she began, morocco would turn to look at baha. "should we...?" he inquired skeptically in a whisper, obviously okay with anything his companion picked.
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Post by bahamas on Oct 12, 2010 21:56:12 GMT -5
Brown eyes would look Morocco in the face before saying, "Sure." He clutched the water bottle in his hands, the coldness feeling refreshing on his warm hands. Like a little mindless sheep he would follow, trying to be more alert and ignoring this little head ache. He might as well enjoy himself, that's why he came here in the first place!
All the sight seeing made Baha lost track of time. This place was so amazing! All the shops and clothes, not to mention the smells of this place! Somehow it was just as lively in the day as it was a night. A part of him was glad he came, and he realized that maybe what happened might not be so bad. I mean, Morocco wasn't a bad looking guy, though he could be a bit of a jerk, but other than that he could be sweet and honest sometimes. Though he was a bit of a player. Little Everette was so lost in thought that when the lady jump out at them, he hid behind his friend slightly in surprise.
"Gwah," he said as his cheek was pinched, making an irritated face at the lady. Hey hey hey, don't go callin' him a boy! He was as much of an adult as anyone else! "I dunno, sounds kinda shady," he mumbled, raising an eyebrow. Just who exactly was giving out this kind of prize? Sounded like some sort of trap to him.
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Post by morocco on Oct 13, 2010 18:03:15 GMT -5
morocco would nod, turning to speak to the woman who wanted to cart them off to some mansion. "hey, uhh.. we'll have to pass." he muttered, before the woman turned around with her mouth agape, looking rather pitiful.
"what? why? oh come on, we didn't poison the food! third person today!" she exaggeratedly threw her hands at her sides, before narrowing her eyes at both boys. then, after scanning both the boys she would sigh to herself a bit reluctantly. "oh well. the food will go to waste, and we'll have to send the special french maid service back," morocco's ear twitched, "and of course we'll have to close off the beach, tropical drinks, and special attractions..." she looked at everette, then shrugged.
"well, i can always find others. i don't want the chocolate cake to go to waste."
morocco, personally, was bought at the mention of french maids, but he stood his ground and wouldn't budge, 'being loyal' to everette's decision. trust me. it was hard. and this time not down there.
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