and Elfangor from Animorphs. PRICED TWO FOR ONE >Dhirac_utzumAugust 21 2011, 00:27:55 UTC
[Elfangor isn't quite sure why they are doing this. Sure, the fact that they are broke might have something to do with it. But there are other ways to go about fixing that.
Still. He might--just might--be angling to use it as an excuse to engage in some PDA to 'drum up business.' Not that it's been very long, of course. But still. It is a valid excuse!
...Okay, not at all, really. But that is still what he has in mind when after five minutes he raises an eyebrow and says with a grin,] How do you feel about the practice of showing one's wares?
[That blush is too adorable to resist, and Elfangor's grin grows into a smirk as he slides over from his chair to straddle Matt. He leans in close, hands propped on the back of Matt's chair.]
Yes, that is exactly what I am suggesting. [He drops his voice to a quiet rumble as he murmurs against Matt's ear,] Besides, you know I would rather be kissing you than engaging in this farce of a kissing booth.
[Elfangor tilts his head, enough to catch Matt's thumb between his lips, giving a teasing nip, almost as though to offset the perfectly serious way he says,] I most certainly am.
And define worse. [He grins again, a playful glint in his eyes as he none too subtly grinds against Matt, still keeping his hands firmly on the chair, though he wanted so much to just tangle them into Matt's hair and tug him in for a kiss. But teasing, just a bit more, could be so much fun.] Mm, I believe I would call those places interesting.
[Mentioning the places that were really worse would kill the mood, so Matt shrugs one shoulder, even as he can't repress a little noise at that nibble, can't help but thumb at Elfangor's lower lip.]
I remember something about the woods... Not that I really noticed our surroundings at the time.
[Oh, he loves that noise, wants more of them, and so Elfangor darts his tongue out to lick at Matt's thumb, before sucking it into his mouth in an imitation of something else he'd like to be doing with his mouth right now. He is fairly certain that the quirk of his eyebrow conveys this sufficiently.]
< How would you feel about forgetting our surroundings again? > [Elfangor has already partially forgotten they're in public, and to the degree that he is still aware of this, it certainly doesn't matter enough to keep him from grinding his hips against Matt again, his hold on the chair faltering a bit as a rumbling noise is pulled from him, vibrating up from his throat to his lips around Matt's thumb.]
I think... you wouldn't have to do much to make me forget them.
[Oh, yes, the suggestion's perfectly clear, even if Matt's not likely to forget so much that he'd let Elfangor make good on the implied promise. But he shifts his hips anyway, trying to press closer, slips his other arm around Elfangor's waist.]
Heh, probably good we don't have customers. Then I might get possessive.
[He finally lets Matt's thumb slip from between his lips, and can't help but to grin as a thought crosses his mind. There is a booth right here, with sufficient space underneath...
Elfangor slides down off of Matt and the chair, pressing a hand to his hip to hold him still as he peers up at him, raising an eyebrow.]
How quiet can you be...? [The suggestion hangs there, on the quirk of Elfangor's lips, as he hooks a teasing finger into the hem of Matt's jeans. The thought of Matt becoming possessive just spurs him on, quickening his pulse as he flicks his thumb against the button of those jeans.]
[Matt can feel his face flush, all the way to his hairline, and there's no doubt in his mind that Elfangor will actually do this, right here and now. Matt's always been the only one acutely self-conscious about the whole in-public thing.
Not that he really minds. He bites his lower lip for a second, then grins.]
[He returns a grin of his own, and there's no mistaking the way he's eying Matt as anything but hungry. Unable to resist any longer, he tugs open Matt's jeans and leans closer, the hint of a challenge in the slant of his grin.]
Well then, I suppose you will just have to try very hard to be quiet.
[And that's all the warning Elfangor gives before he's swallowing Matt down, fingers clutching at his thighs through the denim.]
[Matt sinks his teeth into his lower lip, now, to keep from crying out, and he wants to arch up, but oh, fuck, they are still in public, so he ends up awkwardly hunching forward, hoping against hope that'll keep it from being too obvious what's going on here.]
[He drags his tongue upwards, so slowly that it's nearly too much for him, and he groans out.]
< --but not yet. >
[And then he's wrapping his tongue and lips around Matt's tip, sucking fiercely for a moment. He glances up at Matt, meeting his eyes, certain that his own face is flushed a bright red, but that hardly matters.]
< I do not intend to relocate until after I've made you come, Mail. >
[Matt bites down hard to try to keep from making any noise, hard enough that he tastes blood on his lip, but a choked whimper escapes anyway.
Hearing his real name like that (right into his mind, like a murmur against his skin, like a lick of heat up his spine) hits him like it always does, but more so, if that's even possible; and that too-brief pressure, oh, it's such a tease, and Matt shudders, and has to stifle another whimper.]
[Oh, he knows it is, and Matt calling him out on it only makes him pause enough so that he can smirk up at him.
But Elfangor can't keep away for more than that fraction of a moment, especially after hearing that muffled whimper. He just has to see just how close he can push Matt to exposing them. And so he descends again--no teasing this time, he swallows Matt down, moaning around him, his tongue working insistently against him as he sucks at him with a single-minded focus, his fingers twitching, tangling into the edge of Matt's jeans to anchor himself, to resist the urge to palm himself through his own jeans. It just drives him all the more in his need to bring Matt off, so that they can get out of there, to someplace more private.]
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Still. He might--just might--be angling to use it as an excuse to engage in some PDA to 'drum up business.' Not that it's been very long, of course. But still. It is a valid excuse!
...Okay, not at all, really. But that is still what he has in mind when after five minutes he raises an eyebrow and says with a grin,] How do you feel about the practice of showing one's wares?
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You mean, um. A demonstration? In public?
[Not like they haven't done more in public, but that was-- It wasn't on purpose!]
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Yes, that is exactly what I am suggesting. [He drops his voice to a quiet rumble as he murmurs against Matt's ear,] Besides, you know I would rather be kissing you than engaging in this farce of a kissing booth.
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[One of Matt's hands automatically comes up to frame Elfangor's face, and he grins, even though he's still blushing.]
You gonna get all possessive again if I kiss someone else?
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And define worse. [He grins again, a playful glint in his eyes as he none too subtly grinds against Matt, still keeping his hands firmly on the chair, though he wanted so much to just tangle them into Matt's hair and tug him in for a kiss. But teasing, just a bit more, could be so much fun.] Mm, I believe I would call those places interesting.
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I remember something about the woods... Not that I really noticed our surroundings at the time.
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< How would you feel about forgetting our surroundings again? > [Elfangor has already partially forgotten they're in public, and to the degree that he is still aware of this, it certainly doesn't matter enough to keep him from grinding his hips against Matt again, his hold on the chair faltering a bit as a rumbling noise is pulled from him, vibrating up from his throat to his lips around Matt's thumb.]
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[Oh, yes, the suggestion's perfectly clear, even if Matt's not likely to forget so much that he'd let Elfangor make good on the implied promise. But he shifts his hips anyway, trying to press closer, slips his other arm around Elfangor's waist.]
Heh, probably good we don't have customers. Then I might get possessive.
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Elfangor slides down off of Matt and the chair, pressing a hand to his hip to hold him still as he peers up at him, raising an eyebrow.]
How quiet can you be...? [The suggestion hangs there, on the quirk of Elfangor's lips, as he hooks a teasing finger into the hem of Matt's jeans. The thought of Matt becoming possessive just spurs him on, quickening his pulse as he flicks his thumb against the button of those jeans.]
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[Matt can feel his face flush, all the way to his hairline, and there's no doubt in his mind that Elfangor will actually do this, right here and now. Matt's always been the only one acutely self-conscious about the whole in-public thing.
Not that he really minds. He bites his lower lip for a second, then grins.]
'specially if you're trying to make me be loud...
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Well then, I suppose you will just have to try very hard to be quiet.
[And that's all the warning Elfangor gives before he's swallowing Matt down, fingers clutching at his thighs through the denim.]
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If I-- if I admit this is stupid-- can we leave?
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[He drags his tongue upwards, so slowly that it's nearly too much for him, and he groans out.]
< --but not yet. >
[And then he's wrapping his tongue and lips around Matt's tip, sucking fiercely for a moment. He glances up at Matt, meeting his eyes, certain that his own face is flushed a bright red, but that hardly matters.]
< I do not intend to relocate until after I've made you come, Mail. >
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Hearing his real name like that (right into his mind, like a murmur against his skin, like a lick of heat up his spine) hits him like it always does, but more so, if that's even possible; and that too-brief pressure, oh, it's such a tease, and Matt shudders, and has to stifle another whimper.]
Fuck, that's-- that's cheating.
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[Oh, he knows it is, and Matt calling him out on it only makes him pause enough so that he can smirk up at him.
But Elfangor can't keep away for more than that fraction of a moment, especially after hearing that muffled whimper. He just has to see just how close he can push Matt to exposing them. And so he descends again--no teasing this time, he swallows Matt down, moaning around him, his tongue working insistently against him as he sucks at him with a single-minded focus, his fingers twitching, tangling into the edge of Matt's jeans to anchor himself, to resist the urge to palm himself through his own jeans. It just drives him all the more in his need to bring Matt off, so that they can get out of there, to someplace more private.]
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