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Post by Renny on Jan 18, 2014 3:05:44 GMT
Marc smiled, feeling a warmth flood over him at the kiss. He glanced to his friend, seeing the slightly shocked look on his face. Marc grinned at Alexis, his head tilting up and he leaned up a bit to kiss him lightly on the lips. He was really happy. Finally, it seemed. For a while he had struggled with his sexuality, and then his ex which had been pretty hard. But now, he had his best friend here and the man that he loved so much. He was kind of giddy almost.
Carey was just a bit shocked. He was flamboyant, especially when he was drunk. He turned into basically a whore. Yet, sometimes, on one of those rare occasions, his confidence wavered showing a soft side to Carey. An almost less closed off side to him, one that wasn't masked by glamour. He had never felt like he couldn't be himself, and it wasn't like he ashamed that he thought Theo was extremely pretty. "Pleasure is all mine," he said, his lips curving up into a half-smile, not showing his teeth, but just hinting a little at an almost coy-like quality. Unlike Marc, whose accent was thick and curled over his words, showing his French-Canadian heritage, Carey wasn't from Montreal. He was from the very western parts of Canada, giving such a soft warmth to his words. Now Theo's voice, it was perfect. Not rough, nor slurred. Just the right amount of British that made a shiver run down his spine. And the way he looked up at him from under those lashes, Carey just wanted to keep looking and have Theo just keep talking. He would be fine with that. His dark eyes glittered, his hand running through his dark hair, spiking his straight brunette locks slightly up.
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[yes. Lemme write up a post for them.]
Two years, seven months, and two days since Sasha had last seen the three half-brothers from her mother's previous marriage. Now, while many may have assumed she looked like her mother; she in fact looked almost nothing like her. She had the thick dark hair with the artificial lighter lowlights and the Hispanic looks from her father. However, those piercing silvery eyes like a mirror, had come from her grandmother on her mother's side. Now, her mother was a beautiful woman. Tall and full-blooded Russian. Slender and angled with curves and slopes and angles giving her that beautiful, almost flawless body. She had been fair everywhere, from the lighter blue eyes to the pale blonde hair and the soft ivory skin. To anyone who looked at the Sharapov boys and then to Sasha Delacruz, you wouldn't have been able to tell they were related by blood.
They were fully Russian, quite a bit older than Sasha. They shared the same Russian mother; Jelana. Their father; Yuri had been a gorgeous man. Tall, sleek with thick dark hair and glistening green eyes. Many said the eldest brother; Mikhail was the spitting image of their father. But no, he looked most like their mother. The slope of his nose, the shape of his soft cherry mouth. Only his light green eyes, unruly black locks, and dark scruff to his cheeks were like Yuri Sharapov. Now, next in line was Grigory Sharapov. Unlike the rugged darkness to his elder brother; Mikhail, this brother; oh he was almost angelic looking. Somehow in the mix of genes, maybe the combination of black hair and blonde hair, fighting for dominance, somehow brought out the light golden-brown curled tones of Grigory's hair. He was really stunning, something to be admired. His piercing eyes, a liquid navy color, slightly darker than his mother's eyes, but in general, the same range of colors. He had less of a brooding look to him, yet seemed to still remain cool and calm, unfazed by anything. The third Sharapov Son, was Nikolay. To many, he looked most like his father. The ambition in his brilliant light green eyes, a heat to them, unlike Mikhail's cooler ones, despite the fact the color is the same. His hair is cut short, a military style, a light blonde color, like his mother. And finally, the youngest brother; Anton. He was artistic, elegant, graceful. He had a prim-look to him, almost a feminine touch to the way he spoke, the way he moved, and the way he painted. He beautiful, hair spiked into a graceful swoop up to the side and graceful blue eyes. He seemed to float on air, so graceful, walking a strut that made model's jealous.
And all four of the exotic Russian beauties stood outside of the elevator in front of the grand door of their little half-sister's home. It was a two level apartment on the top floor of one of the most expensive high rises in the New York City. Standing in front was Mikhail, all dark and sexy. Behind him was Nikolay and Grigory and finally Anton, all looking interesting in the art work lining the halls and fresh wallpaper and cherry wood hints here and there.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 18, 2014 4:17:34 GMT
Alexis chuckled and made a small sound when he was kissed. He was mostly just surprised as we had been distracted by the two in front of him. He tilted his head to look at Marc, and grinned giddily. It seemed like the perfect night. Everyone happy, a romantic mood. Being together with the boyfriend that he really loved, it was all to perfect. He grabbed Marc's hand, and started to drag him away."Theo! Carey is new here, show him around...and stuff" he said, before turning around another corner. He had a plan in mind. There was to be a set list of events playing throughout there night. It so happened that one of his better looking friends was at the festival. Check. Remove Marc from being with Carey. Check. What was next? That would be the scandalous hook-up. Of course there were drunk and high people scattered throughout the park, but they weren't acting out of the ordinary. He grabbed Marc and saw a shed that looked like it was being used. Perfect he thought and grinned. He then. ran over, pushed his boyfriend in, and came in himself, locking the door behind him."Finally, you all by yourself" he breathed. It was dark but his eyes flashed with a mischievous glint.
"I see that you aren't from good ol' America as well" Theo said and chuckled. He ran his hand through his perfectly styled mane before looking back at Carey. This guy was big, and built, and nothing like he had bet seen before."I take it you are Canadian, and play hockey?" He asked, his head tilting. Theo then tilted his head, not realizing that he was doing so. How was it that Alexis always knew hot people. Past boyfriends, Marc, and now this! It wasn't bad, but he needed to know Alexis's secrets.
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Friday had been dozing off in her room. She was still tired from her intense workout from yesterday. With every day her stomach size grew, and she became more worried and stressed. She would work out as long as she possible could, without hurting the baby. She wanted the body she had before the baby when she would give birth. She was still very young, and had her life in front of her. Not only that, but now that Her and Kris were getting serious, they had been more intimate and spending more time together. Whenever she was with him she would worry about whether that day would be the fateful day, the one where he found out. She hoped it never came, but that was inevitable, for soon she would look like she had swallowed a water melon. There were some perks to the pregnancy. Her already breasts had become even larger, though more sensitive. As far as she could tell, Kris never complained about that. She had also been eating more healthily, had been looking into getting a higher paying job for her kid, things were getting serious.
She got up when she heard the doorbell. Already? Her party friends usually come after noon she thought, and rolled off of her bed. All she wore was her lacey and completely translucent underwear, and an oversized hockey jersey. This was her typical attire when she was staying home. Sasha didn't complain, so she assumed that she didn't mind. The sweater looked more like a short skanky dress, but made her look cute. Her long legs and one ran shoulder were exposed. Her hair was slightly disheveled but she didn't look dirty or gross, just like she had just gotten out of bed. Very raw. She stumbled to the front door, and yanked it open to expect a girl with some crazy hair color. But nope, she almost feel over. In front of her stood four men that looked like foreign models. He hadn't seen men this attractive since she met Kris. She immediately became aware of her appearance, but didn't do anything to cover up. Who cares she throught and shrugged. She then leaned on the door, leaning forward with one leg bent and leg straight. "Hello" she said and flashed a smile. She then ducked her head back into the apartment,"SASHA, WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME WE HAD COMPANY" she exclaimed, before opening the door for them.
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Post by Renny on Jan 19, 2014 0:16:23 GMT
A look of slight surprise crossed the beautiful face of Mikhail. He expected his sister to answer the door, not a very attractive young woman. He knew of Sasha's likings of women, but they usually were faerie. Wild looking, while this girl looked relatively normal. Actually, she was in fact completely human from the smell of her. Soft and innocent, that of an unsuspecting human. All species in the Supernatural had their own 'scent'. Sasha seemed to be graced with an herbal scent, something spicy and sweet, a witch-smell. Werewolves, like the Sharapov sons, smelled pine-like, like a bonfire and the smells of wild nature. However, to any human, no one could detect it. But one scent lingered on this beautiful woman, and Mikhail felt a slight growl in his throat at it. Too soft for human ears. The scent of a Son of War. Not sweet or innocent, something almost burnt. The faint tinges of it lingered on Friday. She was close with one, one of the Original ones. Sirius, perhaps? Alexander? Kris? Erik? He couldn't tell, they all smelled the same. However, Mikhail didn't like it. No werewolf got along very well with a Son of War.
His thoughts were drawn away from that as she called for Sasha. They hadn't told their baby sister of their arrival. They all were from Chicago, yet his little witch half-sister had travelled to New York to practice and have fun without the boundaries and rules of Chicago Witch Council. It was hard to practice magic within Chicago, why, no one knew, except that the Council was much harsher on witches there than New York. Mikhail's green eyes turned to his brothers; and he grinned. Nikolay flashed a rare smile, and Grigory just looked smug. Anton looked happy, his light skin glowing. They all stepped into the apartment and heard a slight thumping as Sasha was running from any other room.
"Fi, I wasn't expecting-" And then she broke off, coming into sight of the entrance hall. Her long flowing hair was straightened, smooth over her shoulders, tumbling like a waterfall of blacks and browns. Her almost translucent, mirror eyes widened. She wore black shorts and a white lace tank top, showing off a ton of her bronzed skin. She suddenly gasped in surprise and nearly tackled Mikhail. "Oh my god! What the hell are you doing here!" Excitement exploded through her as her half-brother gave her a hug, tight and bone-crushing. It took all the air out of her. He let go and she propelled herself into Grigory's arms, and he picked her up as if she was just a flower and twirled her around. "Sash," he smiled, setting her down and she kissed his cheek. She then grabbed onto Nikolay, the blonde chuckling as she whispered something in his ear and he shook her slightly in his arms. Next she turned to Anton, a secretive smile on her lips. Anton blinked and grinned. He held out his arms and she stepped into them, kissing both his cheeks.
"Вы немного негодяй, ты обещал мне в прошлом месяце, и теперь у вас появляются без предупреждения. Позор, позор. Я надеюсь, вы не оставил своего парня с носом." She said. [ translation - you little rascal, you promised to see me last month, and now you show up unannounced. Shame, shame. I hope you did not leave your boyfriend high and dry. ] Anton paled slightly, and chuckled. "О сестра, ты понятия не имею, сколько я скучал по тебе. К сожалению, я порвала с ним несколько месяцев назад. Он был обман ублюдок." [translation - Oh sister, you have no idea how much I've missed you. Unfortunately, I broke up with him a few months ago. He was a cheating bastard. ] He answered and she sighed, shrugging. Then Sasha remembered that her best friend and roommate was probably freaking out. She turned around, chuckling softly. "Oh, Friday, these are my half-brothers. Mikhail is this brooding animal." She punched his arm and he mock growled at her, a sly smile on his lips, a few inky curls falling into his eyes. "This angelic beauty is Grigory," the second brother gave a mock bow, winking to Friday. "This quiet lad is Nikolay," the third male blushed slightly and gave her a bashful smile, but his shoulders were back, spine straight and tight. He looked like he was in the military. "And this elegant perfection of a man is Anton," the last brother gave her a knowing smile. He was the only one who didn't seem to be wide-eyed at Friday. He didn't seem to have any lust in his silvery blue eyes. They were gentle eyes, his whole demeanor not quite manly like his three brothers. "Guys, this is my best friend Friday." She gestured to the half-dressed girl next to her.
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Carey felt a small smile linger on his lips. His dark eyes scanned Theo and he chuckled quietly at his words. He rolled them. "Just because I'm from Canada doesn't mean I have to play hockey," he said teasingly, eyes glittering. He felt loose and relaxed, yet butterflies still raged in his stomach. "But I do. I'm a goalie." He explained, eyes twinkling. He glanced around this place, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Now, aren't you suppose to be my tour guide?" He asked teasingly, eyes scanning over Theo. He was so damn pretty. Like how can someone be that good-looking and be single or for that matter, gay? What?! [xD]
Marc giggled, feeling a little flutter of excitement in his stomach. Alexis always seemed to surprise him. He turned around and could see the outline of his lover's face. He stepped a half-step closer, fingers reaching to curl into the belt loops of his boyfriend's jeans, dragging him closer. Their hips collided and he wrapped his arms tightly around Alexis's neck. "Hmm, yeah. All alone," he said, his voice dropping low and husky. His accent seemed to thicken as did his arousal. He never felt like their spark died, always waiting to be brightened or flamed even further, just kept on a low simmer on the backburner whenever they were around people or simply didn't want to force any type of sex. But right now, oh hell yeah!
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 3:26:55 GMT
Friday just kinda stood there wide eyes. These four models were just chilling in Sasha's home. Then she found out that he was related to them. Wow, thanks for telling her about them. Let's just keep the fact that I have 4 insanely attractive cousins. No buggy. Sure she had Kris but still. Friday just smiled and ran her hand through her thick chocolate locks. She was blushing fiercely, her cheeks roses, and eyes downcast. So it was a surprise that they were coming, but still. She was only wearing a sweater, if she leaned over any way just a little and they would get a peep so. Oh well, so be it, if it was them seeing it, then maybe it was okay. She watched them all embrace Sasha, and she moved off to the side of the room. After she had introduced all of them, she but her lip and shrugged."Yup, I am just ordinary Friday" she said and chuckled. Leaning back on the counter, the sweater ridden up quite a bit, and if you looked closely, one would probably be able to see something more than her smooth thighs.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 4:04:42 GMT
Theo just chucked and rolled his eyes playfully. Sure that was a stereotype but he could just tell. He knew that Marc was involved in it, and the way that Carey was built, it had to be true. He then shook his head and pushed Carey playfully, "I knew it, don't doubt me" he said and started to walk away. "Of course, follow me Carey" he said and winked over his shoulder.
Alexis's scruffy chin rubbed against Marc's as he grinded his groin roughly against his other counterpart. Once again it looked like he couldn't control himself. Not only that, but the voice that Marc now spoke in was filled with lust, which now fed into him."Dear god Marc" he growled, and practically shoved his tongue down the French-Canadian's throat. His hands roamed freely over his body, caressing, rubbing, squeezing until he could hear Marc moan. A dark smirk played on his lips as he pushed Marc against a wall, and slowly went down on him.
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Post by Renny on Jan 19, 2014 5:21:06 GMT
Three pairs of eyes were stuck onto Friday's body. The other two were focused on her face. Sasha looked up to her two straight and the one semi straight brothers. "So," she said, somewhat forcefully. And they all snapped to look at her. "What are y'all doing here? Not that I mind, but still." She didn't speak it on Russian, so Friday could understand. Mikhail took the hint and nodded. "We haven't seen you in forever, we wanted to hang out with out little sis." His voice was dark and low, husky almost, laced with an age old accent, distinctly Russian. His eyes flickered to Friday, that sexy smirk returning. It seemed a bit awkward. Sasha knew of Friday's involvement with Kris and saw no problem with it, but her sexy brothers didn't know that. Anton turned to Friday, all prim and polished with an almost tender smile. "So, are you and Sasha a couple?" He asked mildly. It wasn't awkward when he asked, perhaps if the answer was yes, then it would get his lustful brothers to be respectful of Sasha's either bit or lesbian friend, if she was. Sasha was just kind of gasping and pale at the thought.
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Carey grinned mischeviously, his cheeks hurting a little from smiling so much. He rolled his eyes, but followed Theo, trying to make it look like he wasn't just following like a puppy. He enjoyed Theo, he seemed witty and. smart, two things he looked for in a guy, besides a physical attraction. They wove through the festival, Carey jogging until he finally walked side by side with Theo, eyes wide and drinking in the sight of the festival.
Marc felt everything whirl. He was in a lust filled haze that he didn't care that he wasn't in complete private. Soft words of encouragement fell from his lips. "God, cher," then he began to talk in French, all concept of English vanishing as Alexis dropped to his knees and unbuckled his jeans and belt, fingers curving over his thighs and hips, everywhere was sensitive, covered in pale scars, but tender and sensitive, flushed with his arousal. Marc tangled his hands in Alexis' s hair. "Oh," he moaned, almost reduced to whimpers, holding into whatever dignity he may have.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 5:43:14 GMT
Friday threw her head back and laughed. It was sweet, and rang throughout the apartment. "Now I have no problem with the lent community-" she said and pushed herself off of the counter. She than made her way over to Sadha and walked around her, only to drape herself loose over Sasha from behind, so her cheek was pressed against hers."Now as beautiful as she is, though I love her to death, we are indeed not a couple" she said and chuckled. She liked all of them, but Anton was so alluring, in his own way. She liked him, how he showed his feminine side. However, her eyes kept on trailing back to Mikhail, his presence. Seeming to capture her attention. oh no.. she thought, and quickly looked away.
Theo just wrapped his arm around Carey, and smiled up at him. He was almost as tall as Carey, but nothing compared to him in volume. "So where to first? What are you craving?" He asked and laughed. His green eyes were wide and he leaned on Carey. He liked him, and you could tell."So you have never been here before huh? We are going to have lots of fun tonight" he said and winked.
Alexis finaihed one of his signiture bj's with a bang, like always. He would not stop unless he heard Marc screaming. After pulling away, he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and licked his lips."Mmmm, sweet as always" he said softly, standing up straight. He then pulled Marc close to him, trailing a few kisses down his jaw and whispering his name. Of course he himself was still very in the mood, but he didn't mind being gentle, and soft. "I love you" he breathed into Marc's ear before kissing his forehead.
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Post by Renny on Jan 19, 2014 19:45:55 GMT
Sasha threw her arm around her friend's waist. "She actually has a boyfriend," she winked, then grinned. "I'm attempting to capture her to our side," she winked at Nikolay and Anton who grinned. Mikhail rolled his eyes, their light gray-green hues an odd contrast from his curly dark hair and intense look. His expression smoothed into that signature smirk. "Sasha, I actually have something to talk to you about," the young witch's eyes snapped to her half-brother, seeing a serious glint to his gray-green eyes, one that didn't match the playful smirk. She glanced to her brothers, to Nikolay who gave a soft nod. Sasha peeled herself away from Friday. "I'll be right back, make sure these three don't destroy everything," she said with a wink, guiding Mikhail away from the group, leaving her friend with three very attractive brothers. Grigory and Nikolay looked a bit awkward, but Anton glided forward. "Friday, you must show us all the cool things to this place." He glanced back to his brothers who smiled. "We know Sasha has some wicked things up her sleeve." His smile was soft, not at all predatory, like you'd think a wolf would be, instead it was reassuring. While his brothers seemed to hold an air of important, dominance, and rugged wildness to them, Anton was something of elegant beauty. Delicate like a flower, yet agile and nimble. Gorgeous, in an almost lovely way, not dark. He seemed to be like the moon, while his brothers were shadows.
Carey wasn't surprised by Theo leaning against him. He smiled, arm snaking around his waist. "Hmm, nope." He grinned. "I was hoping that would happen," he said, winking down at him. He shivered a little, trying to stifle a chuckle as Theo's fingers gently dug into a tender part of his ribs. He was extremely ticklish and he shifted a little bit. "Show me everything," he said, eyes glittering, a genuine smile on his lips.
Marc was panting. Alexis knew how to please a man. He felt weak at the knees, fingers curling over his boyfriend's shoulders to keep upright. "I love you too," he whispered, voice breathless. "Damn, your mouth." he whispered, lifting his hands to curl in his boyfriend's hair, dragging him down for a rough kiss. Then, once he'd regained enough of his strength in his legs, he switched their position, so Alexis was pushed up against the shed wall. His fingers ran down his chest, touching those sensitive parts of Alexis. His eyes glittered as he unbuckled Alexis's belt, sliding his boxers down and jeans. "Now it's your turn to scream," Marc whispered seductively, taking a bit of control. He teased a little bit though, drawing his lover close to the edge and then pulling back, wearing down until he was trembling and whimpering before finishing him off
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 21:07:34 GMT
"Oh, trust me sweetheart, I have thought about it multiple times" she breathed and laughed. Her eyes winking, she kissed Sasha's cheek and pulled away slowly. She noticed how every brother seemed to reacted differeny. She assumed that that two of them were bi or gay. She knew Sasha was bi and was perfectly fine with it, in fact, it made life a little spicey. Two spicey woman living in close proximity of eachother, sometimes with no clothing on. It seemed like a decent life.Not to mention the sexual tension they sometimes foud themselves knee-deep in. It was the last push of actually initiating something that made Friday pretty much straight. She just was to shy to ever do it. "Well okay, come follow me!" She said and giggled,starting to walk over to the kitchen. As she walked, the sweater started to uncover the bottom of her toned ass. She didn't care. One was gay and one bi anyway. It was Mikhail that she was wary of. "This is her glorious kitchen" she started, her arms gesturing to the gorgeous room. Then she started to show them around the house.
Reply one!
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Post by Renny on Jan 19, 2014 21:53:11 GMT
Sasha led her brother into the den, turning to face him. Her eyes watched him and he sighed. "We've actually come, because of the Sons of War. They've summoned us due to the overpopulation of Lessers." Sasha blinked. Sons of War and Werewolves did not mesh. They were like oil and water. Werewolves usually didn't choose sides when it came to affairs with demons and the Lessers. She waited and Mikhail took a big breath in. "They want us to fight them with us, but the Council of Chicago is unsure. This could break the fragile ties with the demons and they we could go under siege from angry demons." Mikhail took in another breath, continuing before Sasha could throw in her opinion. "I understand you like the Sons of War. Hell, your roommate is dating one, or at least is intimate with one. I can smell him," he let out a growl and Sasha glared. "If you don't help them, you know what I'll do right?" Sasha asked and Mikhail nodded grimly.
Anton followed next to Friday. He liked her. She was pretty, classically so. He reminded him of Sasha, and he was so close with his little half-sister. It was easy talking to her, also the fact that he had literally no attraction to her. Nikolay was a little confused when it came to his sexuality. He liked women, just not as much as men. Grigory was just like a smug jungle cat. His type was not Friday, he liked extremely tall blonde model-types. Anton, yes, he did love men and they turned him on as much as they probably did to Friday, but he wasn't oblivious or disgusted by the female body. In fact, she was a beautiful girl. All curves and elegant lines. Her ass was round and perfect, one that drew eyes. Anton wouldn't want to have sex with her, perhaps just draw her. He enjoyed anatomy. Which is why he was so artistic and classic looking. He seemed to look at her, not with lust, but more with an interested eye. Like people would look at a painting. He didn't think, HOT DAMN, I need to tap that, but more she's gorgeous, like a sunset or something. He glanced to Nikolay, who seemed quieter than usual. He frowned at him, and the male lifted a hand, waving him off. But Anton could see something in those sensitive blue eyes.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 22:20:44 GMT
"Well I will just show you the things that I like" he said and smirked. At first, he brought the rather large man over to an art kiosk. On. It was an array of works of art. Whether it was oriental fans, watercolor paintings, drawings of nude men. In front if them stood a cute couple. A tall and thin asian guy with an African American football player lookin one."Hi guys!" The taller one exclaimed and smiled,"See anything you like? " he added, his head tilted. A drawing of a spring city-scape had gotten Theo's expression but his hand slid down to wrap it's slender fingers around Carey's. "Yeah, I will get one for you, a welcoming gift" he breathed and smiled up at him. Theo was starting to feel a little nervous. He just had to impress this guy, for once, he would be the one with an attractive boyfriend.
"Of course, I must always be better than you" he breathed and chuckled. His hands still gripped Marc's ass tightly. He did not want Marc to think he was done. He wasn't. He would be sporratically doing stuff throughout the night. He just wanted to keep his boyfriend excited and awake, for something special was happening that night. "You are perfect" he whispered and grunted as he was pushed against the wall. As always, Alexis seemed to find himself in a whole new dimension when Marc went down on him. At one point though, he did get a little rough,grabbing Marc's head basically fucking him. Of course he didn't mean to be so forceful, but when he got in the mood, he couldn't help himself. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and scream when Marc finished."Where did you learn to do that?" He asked incredulously and pulled him back up. He then captured his lips rough kiss before pulling away and letting Marc lean on him.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 22:23:28 GMT
HOT DAMN lol
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 22:41:56 GMT
At some point she turned around and looked at them, her expression happy."I'm sorry, I am just so excited" she exclaimed, her voice squeaking a little bit," I just never knew she had siblings!" She added and ran her hands hastily through her hair. Being from a strange family herself, it was cool to see new family. " you his kinda do look alike" she added. "Come, follow me" she exclaimed, and made her way over to the living room. She then plopped down on the couch, cross cross apple-sauce style. "I don't want to sound wierd but tell me everything about you" she said and laughed."-You guys are russian yes? She added, her head tilted.
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Post by Renny on Jan 19, 2014 23:04:32 GMT
Carey felt a soft smile curl on his lips. He looked up at the couple, giving them a pretty smile. He looked down at the painting. It was a beautiful picture, something that reminded him of home. Of P.K. His heart twisted and he shook his head. "That's kind, but," his voice faltered and he looked away. He cleared his throat, glancing around the other paintings. He felt Theo's thin fingers curl around his and he gently tugged the slightly smaller man towards one that had caught his eye. It was in black and white, a lake, clear and rippling with soft mountains elegantly carving. His lips curved up into a small smile. "What about this one?" He asked, wonderingly. His voice musing, eyes sliding over to Theo.
Marc was almost completely curled around Alexis, his fingers wrapping around his head. God, it turned him on when Alexis got rough. It was never too much. It never hurt to a point where he felt like Alexis wanted him to feel pain on purpose. Sometimes it just happened. He smiled coyly. "Just something that comes natural," he teased, brushing his lips against Alexis's neck, down his jawline to his Adam's apple and then collar bone, sucking small reddish colored marks onto his skin. He looked up from under his lashes, eyes shimmering.
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Anton took a seat next to her, crossing one leg over the other daintily. Grigory slumped himself on the entire loveseat, hanging his feet over the edge and reclining. Nikolay took a spot on a recliner opposite of the couch. Anton chuckled as she looked eagerly at him. He simply smile. "Yes, we are. Full-blooded." He glanced to Nikolay who smiled. Grigory moved his dark chocolate curls from his hair. "Sasha is our little half-sister. Our parents, ah, they were not soul mates," Anton chuckled. Grigory spoke then, his voice velvety and smooth. "Our mother held out as long as she could . our father, no one could tame him." He said with a fond hint to his voice. Out of all of them, Grigory spoke the least English. His accent was thick, slurring the words, and he would hesitate after a few words as if trying to figure out what to say next. He managed a smile. Nikolay chuckled. "He's right," Anton grinned, glancing back to Friday. He looked over her as if trying to figure out what she knew. He knew she was human, that much was obvious. In fact, Anton had an inkling she had a baby in her stomach. That innocent linger that all humans had was mingled with the distinct milky scent of someone with child, but he couldn't tell exactly. It was too faint. She could've just had milk and it still lingered on her breath from breakfast, but he didn't know. He also didn't know if she knew of the Supernatural people that roamed everywhere. She probably didn't know that Sasha was a witch, and that her half-brothers were werewolves. Wouldn't that be a fun party to go to? Breaking the news to Friday that they weren't 'human.' He smiled, his thoughts being pushed back. "So what about you, Friday? How did you meet Sasha?" He asked curious, head tilted.
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Post by Ninja on Jan 19, 2014 23:14:44 GMT
How did they meet? 0.0
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