let your beauty unfold

Aidan Whelan. 18. Werewolf. Brightfeather. World Literature major.

[alexei-yegorovich]

He wasn’t sure where the cigarette went, if he had even finished it, but somehow he found himself empty handed. No longer. He pulled Aidan on top of him with ease, his eyes searching his face, trying to burn the image into his brain. The bruises were still there, though fading fast, but hooded and molten eyes, the sweat covered skin. It was all too much to take in. He made no sound but nodded, his lips skimming up the boys throat, making one last mark, one deeper bruise just before his jaw, to lay his claim further. It wouldn’t last long, but longer than the others. Finally his lips found the lycans. Fuck. A shaky thought ran through him as his tongue danced against Aidan’s, all of his senses drowning in him.

[whitewolf-whelan]

Aidan traced his fingers along the side of Alexei's face, turning the bruising kiss into something softer, slower. "Relax. It's not a race. I'll have you know I can snog for hours. It's a super power of mine." He whispered before sliding his tongue along the seam of Alexei's mouth, sucking gently on the boy's bitten and swollen bottom lip. His hands continued to move, travel, learn. His fingers dipped between the valleys of his ribs, sketching, painting, loving. He couldn't get enough. "Fuck." He wished he had his book with him, or anything really. He wanted to immortalize this, him. Alexei, ravished and loved, beneath the dark moon. "So fucking beautiful."

[alexei-yegorovich]

You should. I don’t beg to just anyone. [It was a disgruntled groan, the touch of his teeth and tongue overwhelming his senses. His hand pulled Aidan around, his lips greedily claiming Aidans’, one hand staying at the small of his back, keeping him close, the other went to his hair. He nipped at the lycan’s bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough for the pain to register.] I would hate for us to become a cliché, but if you’re not careful I wouldn’t be opposed to taking you right here, something I’m sure a lot of people wouldn’t mind watching. [The words were stuttered, spoken between stolen kisses.]

[whitewolf-whelan]

I'm honored. [ Aidan's arms twined around the taller boy's neck, propelling him upwards, their bodies aligned. The urge to rid them of their clothes was overwhelming, the need to feel skin pressed tight against skin. Sweat gathered at his brow, curling the blonde hairs there, and he groaned into Alexei's mouth, desperate and needy. His toes curls as the shock of the bite sent a thrill down his spine. Fuck. ] I'm never careful. All bark, no bite. [ He laughed, fingers trailing down Alexei's well defined chest, with nimble movements unbuttoned the other's jeans, pulling down the zip as a hand sneaked inside. ]  You're mine. [ He murmured into a biting kiss, his lips moving hungrily, drawing blood as he licked and nipped his way into the lycan's mouth. ]

[lacarpa]

Daniel Martin

[alexei-yegorovich]

His had crept out, taking both the packet and lighter from him. He placed one between his teeth and lit it, and then gave back the belongings to Aidan. He had never learnt to blow ‘o’s in the air or anything fancy like that; Cigarettes were just an expensive habit that he had picked up, knowing it wouldn’t harm him. He exhaled out the smoke, turning to Aidan and gave him a mock salute. “And there I was, thinking you weren’t the dominant type. We will go in a second but after we have finished here. It would be stupid to go near the bike with these in our mouths, unless you want to wreck her before you ride her properly.” His head turned, looking for his clothes. “Yes. In a few minutes.”

[whitewolf-whelan]

The night was cool, a soft breeze shaking the leaves as it washed over his bare skin, only adding to the post-sex bliss he was in. "Usually not. But everyone has their moments I suppose. Mmmm." He wasn't sleepy. He was content. Aidan turned over as he finished the last of his cigarette, nudging his nose into Alexei's cheek, lips skimming over his skin as he sought the boy's mouth, a hand moving across the muscles of the lycan's stomach. "Kiss me." Aidan felt alive, every particle, every molecule of his body was on fire, and he couldn't get enough, and Alexei only added to it, fueling his passion and want. 

[alexei-yegorovich]

I try my best. [He closed his eyes, letting himself get into the beat of the music. It wasn’t an easy task when Aidan suddenly made a move for his arse but two could play that game.] You seem pretty convinced already. The begging will have to wait for another day. [His hands snuck under Aidans t-shirt, brushing just above the start of his jeans. He pulled him closer, his hips moving in time against the boy. His eyes closed at the skim of the boys lips. As much as he could blame it on the copious amount of alcohol, he was playing a game he was about to lose.] 

[whitewolf-whelan]

I'm sure. [ He murmured. Eyes closing as the beat pulsed it's way through his veins, hips swaying with ease. ] Mmm, another day. I'm looking forward to it, lover. [ The tiniest of gasps left him, the heat of Alexei's touch burning his skin. He tilted his head, sucking at the underside of the wolf's jaw, teeth scraping the skin, tongue tasting his sweat. Aidan was almost positive this is what heaven was like. ] 

[yourmrsunicorn]

такой лапушка :З #newlove

[alexei-yegorovich]

He lay there on the grass next to him, exhausted, letting his heart rate slow down. He could see all the marks he had left behind; the bruises, cuts and scratches and it made him arrogantly proud to know that they were his, no matter how long they would last.  After pulling up his boxers, he licked the pad of his thumb, running it along the trail of blood that had trickled out of Aiden’s lip, taking away the scarlet liquid. “Next time, we will see if we can last longer on the bike.” He said finally, falling back beside the boy, careful not to jostle him. “But what now?” 

[whitewolf-whelan]

He reached for his trousers, pulling out a Marlboro and a lighter. It was a need, a craving after sex, or a fight. He could feel himself hardening beneath Alexei's gaze, knowing what he must see, his own handy work spread out along plains of pale white. He felt used, in a good way, taken care of. Though the handling had been a little rough, it wasn't anything he couldn't take. He let out a groan when the lycan ran the rough pad of his thumb along his bruised lip. Lighting his fag, he took a long drag before speaking, blowing a few smoke rings into the air. "Now, we go back to my place and do this all again."

[whitewolf-whelan]

alexei-yegorovich:

[He grabbed one hand, fluttering his eyes lashes and placing a chaste kiss on his knuckles.] I’m too much of a romantic for you not to swoon. [Not letting go of the hand, he pulled Aidan close to him, until his hips brushed from behind.] No matter how much alcohol I’ve had, I’m not dancing alone. Don’t make me beg..

You woe me, lover. [ He laughed, not even trying to hide the blush the stained his cheeks. It was the heat, it had nothing to do with Alexei. ] I don't know, seeing you beg may be worth my while. [ Aidan pressed back against Alexei, leaning his head back onto Alexei's shoulder, an arm swinging up around his neck, the other wrapping around his waist till his hand fell upon Alexei's ass, where he squeezed teasingly. His lips brushed against the scruff of the lycan's jaw. ] 

[waterdrops-and-dancingwaves]

Ah yes, that. It is definitely easier to be who we are here. Not all of them, but some have me so confused. 

[whitewolf-whelan]

 Anything involving mathematics is what gives me a hard time. Everything else may be challenging, but that's good. It means we are actually learning.

[alexei-yegorovich]

Pfftt. You’re a total dad dancer. You’re too lanky to be any good. Just try not to drool or collapse on the floor, okay? I won’t be able to catch you.

[whitewolf-whelan]

You're all talk. Alright, lover boy, let's see what you got. I promise not too swoon or anything romantic like that.

[newtdity-deactivated20181011]

Thomas Brodie-Sangster photo of the day : Cutie in the Studio

[alexei-yegorovich]

Do you need a reason? I’m a good dancer, you look like the awkward shuffle kind of guy. By dancing with me, I’ll make you look much better.

[whitewolf-whelan]

I'll have you know, my love, I am a bloody fantastic dancer. It's all in the hips. But if you insist, show me your moves.

[kaileroux]

I’m one year closer to figuring out what I have to do with my life. But in the meantime— who wants to join me for drinks?

[whitewolf-whelan]

And how exactly is that going for you, mate?    a few drinks would be bloody fantastic right about now.

[waterdrops-and-dancingwaves]

Well I don’t know about easy. Maybe some classes are. Others…Though, not so much.

[whitewolf-whelan]

Easier to be us. Otherwise, no, the classes are fucking killer most of the time.

[sharon-carter-agent-13]

Shit!Ow…

[whitewolf-whelan]

Oh, mate.         ouch. That was a doozy of a fall. Here grab my hand.

[alexei-yegorovich]

Don’t be such a pussy. Just dance with me.

[whitewolf-whelan]

And why would I ever do that?

[irma-vogel]

Thank you for understanding. I doubt very many university students “enjoy” mornings, either. You’re bound to have more fun in your class than the people sitting in the same spot for two hours trying to cure their hangover with coffee and pancakes.

[whitewolf-whelan]

No      instead I'll just be sitting in class for three hours hung over.