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 Posted: Sun Nov 23, 2014 7:12 pm
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As a bite was diverted, Jory licked his lips, settling a little more comfortably against Zaire's shoulder. "It's not so bad." Edible, at the very least, and though bland, it was mild. He'd been vaguely nervous any food he ate wouldn't sit well, but there was no queasiness rolling in, and he let out a light sigh of relief. Thank Jack for small miracles. When the spoon was oferd up again he took the bite, swallowing, but given the chance to be finished, he took it, nodding to Zaire's question.
A yawn escaped as the mahamba went for the drink still resting against Jory's hip, and he blinked down at it as it was offered over. "Thank you." Blue fingers wrapped around it, taking it from Zaire's hand so he could take a small sip before lowering it to rest in his lap. It was still cool, even after the walk back from the maul, and that coldness felt wonderful against the afanc's throat, though it did make him shiver. Small sips, that was the trick. Enough to cool his throat, without chilling his whole body.
He lifted his head, baby blues giving a drowsy blink to his boilfriend. "Foot rub?" That actually sounded quite nice. Jory smiled, nodding, toes flexing against the bedding beneath them before he was handing the drink over again so Zaire could replace the cap on it. "Yes please."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:11 pm
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When Jory gave the ok the soup was instantly put aside. Not another question on the matter since he would rather not have vomit. Even though being queasy wasn't a symptom he remembered, it was till better safe than sorry. Plus the other had ate enough to where he wasn't worried about that aspect of the sickness, just drinks now was all he'd push.
"No problem baby.." Which thankfully Jory wasn't protesting yet.
Even drowsy and sick Jory still drove him crazy, it was mind blowing that he actually wanted to pounce him more now than normal. Probably due to the fact that he could all but ravage him now easily, but, behaving somewhat Zaire slid down. Hands stroking along sides, then the sides of Jory's legs as he uncovered him. Resting at the bottom of the bed now, a foot was taken to lap and stroked gently by tanned fingers. Gleaming blues flickered up to the paler set, clearly he was enjoying himself and to stress this the foot in lap was dipped on and each toe kissed at the top.
On a chuckle he rose back up finally setting into a firm rub over the pad of the foot, pressure gauged by Jory's reaction.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 11:04 am
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They would just have to try to watch the movie later. For now both boils seemed distracted--or in the case of one, very drowsy. Another yawn was muffled against the back of a hand as Zaire moved down the bed towards his feet, but he gave a light hum at the brush of hands down his sides, over legs, as his boilfriend settled near the foot of the bed. It still felt good, even sick, just now it was more soothing than anything else.
As he lay back against the pillows the afanc would catch the edge of a blanket, drawing it back over the bulk of his body as Zaire's hands circled one bare foot. The press of tanned fingers drew an appreciative hum, and the boil closed his eyes, relaxing into it, before the tickle of lips against his toes had him peeking down at the mahamba. Smiling, he gave the toes in question a little wiggle.
As Zaire began to rub in earnest it pulled a soft groan from the smaller monster, and he sank back into the pillow, foot flexing under tanned hands. His feet seldom really hurt from going around barefoot all the time, but that didn't mean they couldn't use a little pampering. Especially now, when his whole body ached. Zaire's efforts were sending goosebumps over blue skin.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:22 pm
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As the minutes stretched on the groans pulled from the afanc began to tapper off until he was back to those soft, appreciative hums, intermittent and growing more sparse as time went on. That, as well as the flutter and droop of lids, spoke of just how drowsy the boil was, despite having slept most of the afternoon away.
Vaguely, he wondered if this was how Zaire flt all the time, and a softly amused little smile touched his lips before it smoothed away under the mahamba's strong hands pressing into the bottom of his foot.
His eyes had been closed for a long handful of minutes when his boilfriend switched to the other foot and spoke, and Jory blinked, a soft noise emitted in thoughtless answer before the question had actually sunk in. "Mmhmm. Just tired all the time." His voice was groggy, and a yawn cut off anything else he might have said. Zaire's pillow was snagged and dragged closer, cuddled into by the smaller boil.
"That feels really good..." Another hum, and baby blues fell closed again. He was fighting a losing battle with consciousness, but he was fighting. The foot rub felt amazing, and he didn't want to miss it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2014 2:55 pm
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Jory did indeed make a habit of curling around Zaire's pillow with the other monster wasn't there. It was usually more unconscious, someone he did while still half asleep, on those few mornings where Zaire woke before his early bird boilfriend.
He was drifting in and out as fingers trailed up his leg, waking enough to notice as the mahamba crawled towards him, but out again, briefly, before the rumble of that deep voice drew an answering murmur from the smaller monster. An arm looped around him, and Jory gave a content hum.
Wrapped in strong arms, with soft kisses peppering shoulders, the afanc was out again in less than a minute. Breathing even and deep, matching Zaire's.
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