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               ‘ very good. just like that. ’ they’res something                     about  boys who have liquid gold for voices that sparks a trail  of                     want. beauty takes the form of a pretty boy, a power beyond men,                     gods; olympus has fallen for less than one kiss bestowed by the                     beautiful.

                    this  monster has grown  curious  of  the roses sunk into his  skin,                     and he nips his way back up,    his lips welcomed back with open                     arms.  he wants hurt to cross his path, evidence of purple bruises                     and delightful sins hidden under collars and scarves.       ‘ you’ve                     been such a doll, lancelot.    might it be time for you to claim your                     reward now? ’

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          practiced rocking, the steady rolls of hips, clothed friction over shlongs.              he wants to hear him, louder, louder, LOUDER. his fluttering eyelids never              close fully, long lashes peak optics as lips chase the elders, teeth nipping the              bottom one with ire. ‘ i never said you could pull away from me. ’      he bites,              both in tone and teeth. ( hard enough to draw the smallest of beads of blood. )              yet! that is all he gives,     withdrawn lips dart downwards to nip and lick and              suck at his throat.      ‘ just as you are --- beg for me to have you, touch you,              kiss you. tell me what you want and how much you want it. ’

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           he does not draw far from his neck, nipping! teasing! tongue and teeth grazing            sensitive skin and if the elder man was in control enough to note,  he could feel the            beginnings of a smirk fluttering about his neck as he draws lips slowly across. ‘ ah            - ah - ah. punishment first. i want to hear you beg. ’        his tone is light, mirthful,            hands sliding to shoulders fro as he hoist himself up       ---       legs come to wrap            around his waist. this position fits him better, as height is no longer an issue for an            elder mans back to bend so far and he to reach so high.        lips mesh once more,            harder, urgent.                              ( he still won’t allow him to touch him though. )

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           rough honeydew lips meet that of salted caramels; clashing teeth --- earth-shaking                --- knees knocking back into desks.   ‘ you’re awful. i’m suppose to be ignoring you. ’  he                jabs,   though growls against his lips as lancelot attempts to meld against him once again.                forget not: speak little,         listen much.         he has not learned the true nature of man,                destruction, heartbreak.    he is still but a boy,     lily-skinned,    much more than lovesick                poetry written for paintings from the painters themselves. and this, this, oh THIS is much                more intimate than some lousy metaphor of star-crossed lovers. his mind buzzes, a hand                reaching to cup cheek as he draws his face upwards to allow room to drag rosy lips down                his neck, jacket twisted in his hands as he turns them, now he, seductor, resides against                the desk, back pressed into the cold cut of wood.       ‘ you need punishment, professor. ’

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                                             LE PRIX DE AMOUR.        

                                            makai ouji original character. ind. sel.                                                              written by cat.

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           chartreuse hued eyes only widen in slight, a pang of consternation, dull in his chest. a palm to his cheek and a sigh passes through soft lips of pale pink.       ‘ mon chéri, have i done you wrong ?      oh, well… perhaps i could provide you with the list… bonté divine… and thereafter i could treat you to something much better than studying. ’

           he feels nothing   short of astonishment, lack of anticipation yet knowing well of his thoughtless intent to lay bare his want. he strikes him abash, frozen chest as he attempts to ease off the addictive that is he. ( they say ignor- -ance is bliss, but cecil be damned it’s torture. ) ‘ yes, sir, i would like that. ’

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           ‘  what a brilliant idea, cecil. i trust you’ve been studying your french diligently ?                  i could give you the vocabulary i had planned for next week. ’

            flirtatious efforts prove a lack of well read response in light of instigated remarks.     he sighs, a sensual sound, as arms cross o’er a lithe chest and doe eyes flicker with mischievous intent from beneath ebony lashes.  a vixen is he, but oblivion riddles his charm useless.      ‘ of course, professor. and thank you, i’d appreciate it.         after all i wouldn’t want to let you down by getting bad scores after all the help you’ve given me, it is the least i can do.  ’

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            ‘ i’d say now is as good a time as any… however, i do have plans in a few hours. ’

         ‘ i’m sure we can make it a quick session, then. if it’s not enough time               we can always do a full lesson later. ’

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               ‘ when is a good time to come in for those private lessons, professor ? ’

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     cecil was a delicate mystery, distant from others with walls as high as         olympus. borne of winter night and spring chill --- a vast garden of temptation.       however, lancelot was among the grey ashes of summer thrill.           a        thriving soul, charmed heart; he was the sun incarnate in youth.

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“Nisaka has really long eyelashes…”

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Koi to Uso (Tsumugi Musawo)

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forgive me lord foR I HAVE SINNED