Masculine
28
October 19
Sootopolis City
Bisexual
N/A
N/A
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Adrian Malcolm
New Experiences [S,C]
POSTED ON Mar 5, 2021 2:07:35 GMT
"A fresh start...' I like that." If only it held true for longer than a single evening... Both wore a pleasant, rosy flush that accentuated their natural tones, giving both of them a lively appearance as they conversed over drinks. With the both of them enraptured by the other, stealing stares when they dared, their entanglement began. "I guess you'll just have to stick around and find out..." Adrian withheld any immediate response behind a playful grin, sloshing around the remnants of his tall glass. He couldn't be sure whether he deserved Rowan's lofty praise, but the manner in which Rowan articulated himself seemed more genuine for it, rather than not. Adrian erected more upright from his slouch, chest puffing out with confidence and pride, perhaps. I must say, you have pretty good taste in drinks. I wonder what else you have good taste in?Cocking his eyebrows while lapping at his lips in response to Rowan's suggestive subtlety, Adrian responds with a lilt of his head, leaning forward towards them, drawing them into his longing gaze. "Why don't we find out together," he coos seductively at Rowan in a dull murmur; dulcet tones that are welcoming, yet bely the sexually charged nature of his remark. Fingers belonging to Adrian's right hand began to clamber along the table to grasp Rowan's while they were perhaps distracted, but the latter moves even more aggressively, locking their lips against his. Adrian is astonished at the probing sensation, yet quickly warms up to it, investigating their taste for himself. The faint-yet-succulent sounds of popping flesh pervade the air, creating an aura of passion that just as quickly slipped away from Adrian. When Rowan finally pulled away, he was almost offended, wondering why they had retreated from him. But instead they seem only apologetic... But he knew what they wanted now, his inhibition gone out the window. "No, it's not," he adopts a stern-yet-doting tone, clasping a hand delicately around their neck, thumb tucked against their chin as he appraised their sudden bout of concern. "You stole the first move from me..." Adrian leans towards them, leveraging his weight against them as he yet cradled their head in palm, his pupils dilating intensely as he relished the scene at hand. "So you'll forgive me..." Adrian huffs, his hitched breathing belying the lustful longing wracking along his body, expressing urges most dire that they addle the mind, causing men to do things most foolish, but here and now he needn't worry. Consent had been given, in some way or other, and now he saw fit to exploit it.
"...For stealing the next."
Craning his neck that his own face towered over Rowan's, that sultry pink invader that was his tongue draped over the edge of his mouth, he collapsed against Rowan with renewed vigor; snaking his tongue past their guarded lips, Adrian delved deeper into the pit of their mouth than any might've before. And still he held firm to Rowan's neck, his offhand reaching to clench their waist firmly, preventing escape. And there together they squirmed, struggling for every breath.
Moments fly by uncounted save for the thirst for fresh air that Adrian denies them both conditionally, holding Rowan hostage to his whims as he smothers them in the throes of his passion. And even if they were to asphyxiate here as a byproduct of his domineering disposition, by some freak accident, would it not have then been a welcomed bliss?
Was it not a feeling worth losing oneself to, this shared moment of pseudo-transcendence?
Adrian retreats for only a moment, pulling himself away only far enough to dip his forehead against theirs, his dilated pupils witnessing Rowan as he came back to. These large, coal orbs express a hunger most carnal as they both catch their breath, peppering each other with sultry bursts of air as they exhale, their ribs heaving against one another as they embrace.
"Where are you staying tonight?"
Still his eyes linger on them, as if saying: I'm Going To Eat You Alive If You Let Me. Rowan Wrynn
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