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Post by Vyn on Aug 22, 2008 9:15:07 GMT -5
Mo's response delighted Wulfram as much as his own response had delighted Mo mere moments earlier. He might have been entering in a dangerous game, but had no intention of being outdone by the Lowlander before him.
Their dance was becoming more and more a game than an actual dance, but Wulfram wasn't entirely opposed to this. Dancing had it's pleasures, but they weren't nearly as entertaining as a great deal of other things that he could think of. Mo's growl caused Wulfram to laugh devilishly from behind his mask and he tightened his grip on the Lowlander.
He should have been holding back, keeping his distance... but the trouble -- or fun -- was already starting and he wasn't at all the only one pushing them. If Mo wanted to play, Wulfram was going to see where it took them. "Really now? Shoult I be efraid?" His voice was teasing, suggestive.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 23, 2008 5:43:13 GMT -5
Perhaps.
And with that he made a subtle move to bite the ear he'd been whispering in, needle sharp fangs were held back just enough not to break skin, but forceful enough to pinch just a bit should he be successful in capturing it. This was a game he knew well, and enjoyed quite a bit and Wulfram had no qualms playing .... well, he wasn't the type to throw in the towel quite yet. He was interested in how this would play out as well, but the evening most certainly wasn't over yet.
Slender digits tightened their grasp on the Tulgey, aiming to have ivory claws slip through the white fabric and nip at the skin below. No more words escaped his maw for the time being, he was have quite a bit of fun just letting his fangs and claws do the talking. They seemed OT get to the point far faster then words ever could. |
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Post by Vyn on Aug 24, 2008 15:06:29 GMT -5
Wulfram didn't resist the other male's attempt to nip him, though he did let out a pleasant little sigh at the touch of pointed fangs upon his earlobe. To be able to nip and play was such a pleasure, but Wulfram didn't stop the dance as they poked and teased at each other. He kept them moving smoothly over the ground even as his crimson orbs darkened with a lusty foreboding. Oh yes, he had every intention of showing the boy a good time...and if there was a little teasing and biting involved, he wasn't about to shrink from it.
His hands tightened around the weasel/rat's body, stroking and teasing until, without warning, he allowed his nails to bite just enough to dig in past the fur. With the boy already in his grasp, there was nothing he could do at the moment to prevent the bite of nails on skin as they twisted along the dance floor.
The boy said he liked to be 'handled', Wulfram was growing curious as to just how much he meant that.
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Post by Kitty on Aug 24, 2008 18:39:17 GMT -5
He was more then half tempted to bite down just a bit harder, just to sample the crow's blood, but he resisted this ... for now, and concentrated on other things. He didn't really need to pay attention to anything but the Jack, he wasn't leading the dance after all and Wulfram was doing a fine job of that, and thus he let his focus wander a bit, especially after that pleasant little sigh. He felt he was being encouraged and, after sending a soft puff of warm breath into the captured ear, he released it.
He enjoyed the feeling of those wandering hands, his fur remaining in a semi-bristled state. The bite of nails came as a complete surprise though, not undesired just ... surprising. He really had no clue that human nails could cause any sort of bite and he intended to remember that for the future. In the present the sensation of nails on flesh pulled an odd, but mischief laced growl from his throat. He hadn't moved his muzzle far from the Tulgey's ear, but now he dipped his head down further to place a nip a bit lower, right on the pale neck of the human. He was still being gentle though, not really wishing to chase the man off. He was still testing boundaries after all. He had a growing feeling though that the crow was enjoying their little game just as much as he was. |
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Post by Kiki on Aug 27, 2008 21:00:49 GMT -5
Kitty and Vyn receive 2 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Vyn on Sept 27, 2008 0:36:18 GMT -5
If only Mo could see the look forming beneath the mask he wore, the increasing display of sadism that danced in the crow's eyes... the promise of pain.
Wulfram delighted int he way the weasel mix was testing his boundaries, poking here and there... The crow fully intended to return the favor, and more. Sharp nails, so knowledgeable of just where to touch and how to make the best reactions, continued to test other points on the male's body even as he kept up the illusion of a less erotic dance.
The tip at the base of his neck brought another noise to this throat, this one deeper and harder to read. He wasn't sure he liked the boy trying for more and more sensitive areas. Wulfram was the one who ran the game in situations like these. So his fingers moved even lower, finding his hips easily...and the pressure points there. Strong fingers pressed suddenly, knowing the pain would be dull but instant and persistent. He didn't want to break Mo just yet, he wanted to make him squirm.
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Post by Kitty on Sept 27, 2008 1:20:54 GMT -5
If he had caught that look he probably would have backed off, he wasn't one for receiving pain ... at least not the kind the crow would be promising anyhow. He did enjoy being poked at with those sharp nails though. Poking was fine and felt .... odd and delightful all at once but raking wouldn't be acceptable ... not in any rough manner. He was, actually, quite picky if he really stopped to think it over ... which of course never happened.
He enjoyed the Jack's last action for a split second before he got a wee bit more rough then he expected and possibly appreciated ... he wasn't quite sure but it made a soft hiss escape his man and he curled his lip up for a moment, running his short whiskers over the pale man's neck in the process. He did, however, back off with his teeth and returned to exploring with his tail. The fabric of the other man's attire felt ...strange against his skin, nicer ... there wasn't really any fur to get in the way.
His ears twitched as the song changed a bit, bringing another thought to mind.
When do I get to see what else you've planned? |
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Post by Vyn on Nov 16, 2008 9:33:56 GMT -5
Wulfram got his way, as usual. Mo's little reactions were the most favorable, the hint of a hiss and the way he withdrew just a little, and Wulfram reward them by lessening the pressure and finding a more favorable place to lay his hands. He wouldn't hurt the younger Diamond so long as Mo didn't push his boundaries all too much.
When the question arose, Wulfram smiled beneath his mask and twirled lightly with the weasel cross. "We can go now, if you are interested in continuink ze night." Wulfram was in no real hurry, 'dates' weren't his thing, but he still intended to show the lowlander a good time as was part of their deal. He'd just wait and see how Mo reacted to each little 'venue' and keep him there for as long as Mo found it pleasurable.
Then again, with the way their danced seemed to be going, it might be best to step out to the next event before they wound up doing more than Wulf had planned.
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Post by Kitty on Nov 18, 2008 17:04:35 GMT -5
Wulfram got his way for now but Mo knew that this entire night was based on pleasing him and it wasn't an idea he'd give up quite so easy, nor so early either ... he just didn't want to piss the Tulgey off before he'd gotten to see more of what the night had to offer. It was nice to have the roles flipped, he always planned things when he and Aphasia went out. He'd been needing a fun little change of pace ... and the Jack was certainly a change compared to the Torquehelm otter.
Somewhere toward the end of the twirl he took control, or attempted to, to pull the Jack to him, a light laugh, resting somewhere between what would be considered normal for a male and a giggle escaping his maw, followed by word that held a little edge of mischief within them. He didn't really intend on making things easy for the man, not really.
That isn't up to me really, not tonight.
He couldn't deny the fact that he was curious, but he really wouldn't mind dancing with the other man a little longer, especially if he still got to tease and test a few buttons .... that was always fun. |
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Post by Vyn on Dec 4, 2008 12:01:04 GMT -5
Wulfram was not expecting the sudden change in 'leads', especially not when Mo abruptly tugged their bodies closer together. He made no visible signs of surprise or discomfort, however, and satisfied himself with arching a masked brow.
"Very true." He chuckled lowly, leaning in more seductively. He liked being in complete control. Smoothly he tightened his grip on Mo, swinging the diamond around so that they were separate once more -- eliminating the temptation to do anything uncouth. "Zhen I say ve continue ze night efter zhis song."
When the song came to an end, Wulfram escorted Mo to the door and returned his mask to the doorman. Masks were fun, but the cool night air against his pale skin was even better. He could have purred had he been a cat, but instead he just sighed out his contentment.
"It ist e loffely evenik for en outing." He commented absently as they walked, his red eyes scanning the streets for... ah, there it was. A carriage. It was better than walking to their next destination. "Ahh, zhere ve are." He motioned to the Ace-driven ride. "Shall ve?"
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