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 Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 8:54 am
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The remainder of the walk back to Zaire's--theirs, sort of, considering home much time Jory had been spending in it--room was spent in quite, nervous contemplation. We need to have a serious talk. The words had tied an anxious knot in the pit of the afanc's stomach, even without knowing the stigma that revolved around them where relationships were concerned. And it didn't help that, despite what his boilfriend said, he was pretty certain he'd managed to annoy him, right before the request for a talk had come. Nevermind all the concern, and pride, Zaire had shown throughout the whole of their conversation. Jory's mind was narrowed down to the last few minutes.
So he was unusually quiet as he let himself in and closed the door behind him, flashing Zaire a small, sheepish grin before limping over to hand over the sandwich he'd gotten for him. A ghost of a kiss on his cheek and a murmur that he'd be right back, voice a little unsure as he went for the bathroom to get a towel, grabbing his sweatpants from that morning off the floor with his tail as he passed them.
Wet clothing was peeled off and tossed in the hamper, and he spent a long minute scrubbing at the bottom of his foot before pulling his sweatpants on and heading back out with a towel up around his shoulders.
With ears drooped he went for his boilfriend, crawling right up onto his lap unless the taller boil stopped him. His hair was still wet from the buckets of water that had emptied over his head, handing stringy around shoulders that were slightly hunched. Baby blues flicked up, uncertain, to meet glowing ones.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 8:48 pm
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He was laying on his back in the bed, one hand over his eyes the other over his chest. That hadn't went as well as he had planned, he was just teasing Jory back when things ended weirdly. It was hard to express himself over critter but thankfully Jory was heading to his dorm still, then he could explain. As the door opened he slowly lifted up into a sitting position, meeting the smile with one of his own.
Taking the sandwich happily a soft pleased sound rumbled out to overpower the little voice, in fact Zaire had been to focused on unwrapping the sandwich to really notice the odd behavior. At least at the moment, as Jory exited to shower all thoughts of explanation went out the window and food became his soul focus.
By the time the afanc came back half the sandwich was eaten and Zaire was struggling to behave and not eat the rest. Hands free Zaire was able to instantly spot the drooped ears and slight hunch, both red flags. As Jory crawled into lap tanned arms wrapped tightly around slender hips. While there was something important they needed to discuss, something more important needed to be addressed first, "..sorry, it's hard to tease..over critter ." He moved to bump their noses, a n** delivered to bottom lip.
"But, ...there is something..I want to talk about.." Zaire leaned back, a much more serious look coming to tanned features as he added, "also...you..wanna finish..that?" Glowing eyes looked to the sandwich.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 4:51 pm
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A curious glance had been given to the half a sandwich as he'd noticed it--surprised that there was any left at all, let alone a whole half--until the brush of hands at his hips that proceeded the strong hold drew him back around. Nose to nose, he blinked, owlish, before that soft n** and reassurance swept a good deal of the tension from his shoulders. With an answering sound he returned that soft nibble, brushing cheek to cheek, before leaning back to meet those glowing blue eyes.
And he couldn't explain it, but there was still that kernel of worry that sat like a heavy weight at the pit of his stomach. It left him quiet, passive, hands a soft weight on the top of Zaire's thighs.
The offered half a sandwich drew a questioning huff, head tilting, before he'd shake it, smiling. "No, I bought it for you. I ate mine on the way back." Granted, his had been a fair deal smaller. Jory's meals usually were, when he remembered to eat.
It did break the tension though. The afanc pressed his lips in a thoughtful line as looked into his boilfriend's handsome face. Questioning, but he couldn't quite bring himself to verbally ask what it was the mahamba wanted to talk about.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2014 9:37 am
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The sandwich could be dealt with later, for now focus turned to topic at the questioning look. Of course Jory wasn't going to ask, he hadn't expected that either, tanned hands curled tightly at the hips of the boil who rested on him. A tight hold, one that almost seemed like he was afraid the other boil would jump up and run at the news. Which was about the truth since he was nervous to see how this subject would be taken. A nervousness which shifted into low gruff tone and glowing blues as he started slowly, "...it's just..."
Zaire paused a half smile directed up towards Jory before he exhaled deeply and looked away towards the door. Zaire wasn't the most considerate creature but with Jory it had gotten different, now, as opposed to when they first met he didn't want to do anything that would hurt the other boil. Including with words as well, carefully he tried again, "...I don't want to...see you get hurt like that again." Eyes looked back to the near mirror set with a slight defeat to them.
"Ever." The word echoed out into the room for a moment as he fell silent once more.
Another breath and he was leaning up, one hand moving to stroke a few fingers against pale hair, the other tightening around hips. "..So. I was thinking...we should ..workout together. I want to get stronger...and I want you to as well.." Zaire frowned trying to keep from outright calling his boilfriend weak, because while Jory wasn't the strongest physically he had strength that Zaire could see elsewhere.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 9:27 am
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That tight hold on his hips was making him nervous again, and he couldn't help but glance down at strong hands where they held his sides. A soft sound, unease, as his tail curled loosely around one of Zaire's ankles. When he looked up again, as the other boil spoke, baby blues just a touch guarded. The last time Zaire had this much trouble getting his thoughts in order it had been when they'd met at the lake, and that had ended wonderfully. Jory didn't think this was the same sort of situation.
The reminder of butler how bad he'd gotten hurt had long ears drooping, and those pale eyes dipped as a hand rose, fingertips tracing over the new scar on his right side. It wasn't something he ever wanted to repeat either, so at least in that they were on the same page. Though it didn't stop a wince from pinching at blue features as that one word--not even loud--seemed to echo through the room.
When Zaire laid out his idea Jory lifted his head again, searching those flowing blues for things he always feared he'd see, but never did. Judgement, or anger, or any number of awful things he'd seen countless times in the eyes others when they looked at him. In Zaire's eyes he found none of it. His jaw tightened, emotion sitting like a thick ball in his throat that was hard to breath around.
"I don't want to get hurt again, and I don't want you to be either." Edging closer, he looped his arms around the mahamba's shoulders. "I wanna get stronger." He was already quick, but that speed hasn't counted for much against the hurter.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 5:56 pm
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It hurt to see the trace, the pained little wince as well but only furthered the idea at hand. Zaire couldn't help but feel a responsibility for the one he loved, it was just in his nature. A pack mentality thanks to upbringing and now that Jory was his, his family, his pack he had to protect him.
With the look eyes remained focused on the other set, patient if a little worried but loving none the less. Tanned fingers slowly tangled into pale hair as he waited, petting and rubbing gentle circles against scalp. When Jory finally spoke both arms came up to rest around the other boils shoulders. Taking the words in a small frown formed across his lips, staying there for awhile as head nodded in agreement. Jory shouldn't worry about him, but at the same time it made Zaire feel a warmth, one he held onto.
No matter who you were or how strong it probably always felt good he reasoned, to have someone else care about your safety.
Noting the edge forward, his own hands dropped to rest around slim waist just in time for Jory to loop around his shoulder. A smile finally broke through the frown he wore, with it he was moving to rest their foreheads together. Wanting a kiss he took it, slow but firm to stress how good it felt to have the relief of Jory's agreement in the matter. Murmuring out against blue lips he spoke, "good..we'll start a schedule soon." The sooner the better right? He would just have to work around work, or maybe this would be a good time to quit.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 11:18 am
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Pale fingers smoothed along the back of Zaire's neck as the taller boil leaned in to rest brow against brow. A flicker of a smile, and Jory answered it with his own, a little unsure. But that kiss, there was nothing in eager press of lips to speak of hesitation or insecurity. At least with this, the afanc was sure of himself. He knew how he felt about the other boil, his feelings there were very strong, and he took that relief, and he gave back adoration. Like breathing, something he needed to live. Frightening in a way but so very worth it.
The boil did want to be stronger, but the didn't know yet what all that would entail. The unknown was scary to him, but he had to do this. Not just for himself, but for Zaire. To keep the other monster from worrying(as much). To keep him.
There were so many things Jory would do, if it meant Zaire continued to love him.
When they parted he looked a little dazed, but he blinked, tried to focus. With a thoughtful frown he drew his lower lip in between teeth, biting softly before letting out a slow breath. "What, um." He squirmed a bit. "What are we going to be doing?" Exercising would be hard, but he didn't have any problems working hard. Spars though, he wasn't so sure about. Specially if Zaire wanted to go head to head. Jory was fairly certain he would not be able to do fight his boilfriend, even if it was just a spar.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 6:35 pm
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The n** to his ear didn't exactly lighten the mood, but it did help to relieve the tension. Jory made a sound, half startled and helpless, and his arms tightened around the larger monster's shoulders as he shrugged, tail looping around tanned hips. He couldn't help the thoughtful frown that followed Zaire's plan for making him stronger, but he didn't protect at all, bot even at the mention of sparring.
He might not have been willing to face his boilfriend, but surely there were other's that would spar with him that he had less reservations.
Helki perhaps...
That thought he kept to himself, teeth [pressing into his lower lip as he turned his head to press his face into the side of Zaire's neck. A warm breath against cool skin, the soft flick of the boil's tongue, then the brush of lips. A distraction, but one that would chase away what lingering unease rested at the pit of Jory's stomach from the awkward way their conversation on twitter had ended. A little reaffirmation.
Besides, Zaire had started it with that nibble against blue ear. |
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 10:30 am
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Jory made a soft, startled sound as Zaire took them both down to the mattress, turning so the smaller boil was on his back, the mahamba above him. he blinked up, expression already a little blurry as fingertips brushed wisps of pale hair from his cheeks, his brow, and he melted into that kiss as surely as any other Zaire had given him. Addicting, the taste of those lips, Jory never seemed to get enough, and he hoped he never would.
Smaller hands were there in Zaire's sides, sliding over his back, curling into the fabric of his t-shirt as he felt that first cool brush against his skin. It tingled, left him shivering, and goosebumps rose in a wash over arms as he whimpered against the larger boil's mouth.
And it wasn't just Zaire that loved too much. The afanc was lost in it, drowning deep, with out so much as an attempt to swim for the surface. A willing surrender.
Legs wrapped around the other boil's waist, tail tightening. He still had to shower, but that could wait. Everything else could wait, at least for a little bit. Pressing cheek to cheek, Jorry nuzzled into his boilfriend until he could murmur beside his ear. "Love you too."
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Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2014 12:47 pm
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The taste of his boil was one of the best, it had fully managed to erase any prior before it. Intoxicating and addicting him fully, he really couldn't get enough and was doing his best to make sure the other boil was the same. Sinking firmly into Jory as he accepted the kiss, deepening it with a few swipes of tongue before pushing in to lay claim to the moist insides of mouth. This was his, and Zaire was doing his damnedest to not screw it up.
The afanc was too much really, as he wrapped around a deep laughter spilled out and Zaire nuzzled back. Enjoying the little moment of affection, it was those moments that made things so much better after all. A glance over the other boil and a devilish smirk lit to life. Zaire had though he had showered but his hair wasn't wet and he still had that delicious faint smell of sweat on him.
Using their positions as leverage, he lifted, pulling them up from the bed on another kiss. "...I think..I could use a shower too.." He rumbled, teasing his lips against Jory's again before starting them towards the bathroom.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2014 6:36 pm
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A startled squeak as Zaire lifted the smaller monster off the bed and held him easily, legs still wrapped around muscular hips. Squeezing now, though unnecessarily, since the mahamba had absolutely no trouble holding Jory's weight, slight though it was for a monster of his height. He draped his arms around his boilfriend's shoulders, brow resting against brow, with a content smile on his lips, expression still more than a little blurry from the attention given moments before.
Though it wasn't as if Zaire wouldn't feel the sort of effect he had on the smaller boil.
At the mention of a shower long ears perked up, features brightening as he gave an interested hum. He had fond memories of Zaire and showers, and he was keen to add another. Besides, there was still that unknown stickiness on the bottom of his left foot he was keen to get rid of, though admittedly it had dropped a bit on his priority list.
"Mmhmmmm...." He hummed it against tan lips, head tipping to let the kiss grow into something warmer as Zaire carried him off towards the shower.
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