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10/20/AC 197 [ assertive ]
the continual thrum of the deluge of the shower's spray. brusque sudden seethes. downpours colliding into the porcelain, as his body shifted, motions of the bathing. i sat up, my back supported by the head board's structure. the sheets rolling off my chest, the warmth concealed in the sheets was diminishing. i lolled my head against the wall. opened my mouth wide with a deep inhalation. maudlinness of my emotive, cracking my demure. i breathe you. i taste you. i cannot live without you. i just cannot take anymore this life of solitude. saturnine sentient. being compelled by implications. were my actions too assertive? was i foolhardily devouring his specious statements. a smirk creased my lips. temerarious rapt. my regard for his authentic disposition momentarily spent. discovering it more difficult to keep my consideration of him integral, with the continuity of his blatant exploitation of my propension. i superficially toyed how to obtain my vindication. grin spreading.
unduly i set the door aside, the torrent of water masking my footfalls inaudible. the sting of his deprecation from the antecedent morning, resurfacing. i was acquiescent. clutching my toothbrush, frosting its bristles. scrubbing my teeth vigorously, scrapping my tongue. my eyes darted to section of the stall where the curtain was absent. a mere slit. i able to disambiguate his shadow cast, imbued on the water speckled tiles. i discharged the minty suds from my mouth. deviating my eyeshot, surveying the toilet while swabbing the foam residue from my chin with the back of my wrist. reckoning the reverberations if i dared to manipulate the metallic handle. i inserted the tooth brush into its designated fixture, secured on the wall. in a fluid motion, extending the index finger downward, stiff. i meticulously pushed down on the horizontal node. triggering the swirling of the fluid in the ceramic bowl. the flushing consuming an abundance of water, undulated, an acute fluctuation in water temperature. his shriek piercing, resounding in the diminutive confiding. his frenzied profile falling against into the shower curtain, briefly sustaining his weight as he desperately clung to the plastic sheet. the curtain buckled, each ring snapping free. the rim of the bath tub being his pitfall, his naked body repelled onto the linoleum. the wet smack of his raw flesh enabled by the violent impact. i crossed my arms, grazing my chest. grinning, relishing in my accomplished. the plastic sheet shrouding him, mostly lining his chest. his member exposed. conspicuously, i gawked at his display of limbs. his locks sopping wet. slicked on to floor, shoulders, upper chest. he coaxed water from his face, gazing up at me with wide eyes. he trailed the path of my lingering sight. abrupting spurring into motion. bending his knees, contracting, drawing his thighs to his lower abdomen. amassing the supple plastic around his contours. obstructing my leer. quickly arranging his chassis on his feet. standing. laggard strides reverse in direction.
"take a picture, it'll last longer ." he beseeched. questionable chuckles, thin and forced. he went rigid, a glint in my eyes, indicating my travailing feat that i was about to embark on. before i could even dislodge my stance, he phrenetically sprinted out of the room. the shower curtain and his drenched loose hair trailing behind him, wafting in the air with each curt motion. cultic scud pursuit. i ascertained him temporarily suspended in action within the hall, instigating dire attempts to secure the malleable cloth around his hips. i exploited the moment. fervorous, i lunged forward, clenching down on the curtain, vigorously pulling. if i was not so determined, i would have laughed. i was riveted. he managed to detach the plastic sheet from my grip, liberal in his dash. fleeing from me in foment. a promiscuous sardonic grin shamelessly exhibited on my features. reinitiating my vehement hunt of my wayward paramour. desire at his heels. i swiftly stalked him. his folly was running into the dense magnitude of the kitchen. in sheer panic he managed to position himself on the opposite side of the table. a quiet moment. staring directly at each other, wide eyes. i firmly placed my open palms on the table's edge. his bare chest was heaving. i shifted my body from side to side with feline acuity to enchant his perception of my proceeding action. i smirked. he cringed. i exerted my body over the table's span, ensnaring duo in my arms. his legs buckled, together, we toppled over. triggering a chair to careen with us to the floor. he squirmed, and was on his feet before i was. i hindered him from eluding me once more, snatching, and locking his bony ankle in my fingers. he faltered, tripping, falling on the floor of the living room. i sprung to my feet, he was still disorientated, applying my clutch to the plastic cloth once more. more malice. nothing would deter me. his leg jutted out. impacting with my shin. i was unaltered. the warring over the coveting of the shower curtain lapsed. it was now in mid air between our struggling, pulled tight. i tilted my arms. inclining the stretched curtain at a steeper slant. bowing my chest, angling my head beneath the cloth, my eyes bestowing their gape at his bouncing anatomy. duo noticed. his muscles went taut, relenting his grasp. it was in my full possession now. i threw it over my head. my smirk softening into an incriminating smile.
he averted his eyes from my leer. articulated as my marvel was, it still was dominated by sexual discernment. my gaze violating, stripping him. i set my hands on my hips. scanning his physique, sprawled on the floor. memorizing the contours of his endowment. my eyebrows were arched, i was breathing through the margin of my lips. I pulled my eyes' sight up, to briefly meet his profaned orbs. he sheepishly inched away, reaching to couch. attaining a pillow. he placed it over his crotch. i was displeased. rapidly, i motioned forward, depleting the gap he just created, approaching even closer. my hands encircling his ankles, tugging him forward. bending down, my body hovering over his. i slid my forearms underneath his thighs, raising his form to my chest, perching him on my shoulder. the cushion fell free. my left arm's angle nestled against his fundament. capturing him entirely. he was limp, servile. relishing, as his genitals firmly bore down against my bare shoulder. i walked to the bedroom, with him slung over my shoulder.
i tossed him in the center of the bed. his body colliding with the mattress, the bed springs moaning at the sudden impact. i stood before the foot of the bed. his eyes aimlessly adrift. vision never upon me. i will make you look at me, duo. my knees stiff stance crumpled, imposing on the mattress. extending my hands flat over the comforter's bulges. do you know what you are doing to me? i dragged my body further up the mattress. do you even care? i lined his bare lithe form with my own body. covering him. consuming him. i will make you feel. feel what i feel. shrouding the sheets over my back. insserting my chin in the crook of his right shoulder. my lips grazing his cheek. can you try to understand? i skimmed the side of his face with my curled fingers, knuckles lightly indenting his soft flesh. my fingers ventured further down. tracing his biceps. fully groping his chest, limber, like a coiled rope. cupping my hand over his outer thigh, motioning back and forth. he tightly shut his eyes. i was disinclined to remove my fingertips. he never reopened his eyes. i further entangled our embrace, and shut mine as well.
the thin haze of slumber was easily shaken free. he was awake. his erratic breathing notified me. spreading my legs, straddling his waist, i lifted my chest. my knees pressing further into the bed, under the weight of my new position. i kept my head lowered, smoothing back, slithering. passing over his lap. resting my hind on his legs. i hunched my back, gliding my parting lips down the gaunt of his chest, to his lower abdomen. he quivered. form gone frigid. i ceased. succumbing. retiring my head on the supple tissue of his stomach. he sighed. prodding my discontentment. if you will not appease me physically, reassure me emotionally? i whispered. "what are we?"
"when gundam pilots go wild" he quipped, facetious intent. i felt my face contort. none. please. i tried again.
"what am i to you?" deafening silence. deafeat screaming. i erected, disengaging in his taction. i vacated the bed, wounded. standing on my own two feet. the mattress creaked. his arms abruptly enveloped my waist. embroiled our entities, converging them once more. i was pacified for seconds. trying to engross myself, to decipher his complicated masquerade. interrupted. i felt my pants tight around my hips, before the tugging finally disheveled their state. cotton material fluttering around my bare legs. i stood still, not even to glance at him. i analyzed his motives. playful in nature, yes. sexual, yes. was he notifying me that he wanted sex? no. i crouched down, gripping my boxers and sleeping pants, reinstating their according draping against my waist.
"you could have just asked." i evenly announced. a laugh resonated beyond my shoulder. i pulled and twined the pant's drawstrings as i exited the room.
later he motioned to leave. i was opposed. completely averse. i did not utter a word of protest, i wanted to comply to his whims. i escorted him to the parking lot, adjacent to my apartment complex. he impassively encased himself within the vehicle. i meant to emitted an endearing farewell. but thoughts kept imputing to how i would be lulled to sleep without his form meshed to mine. i was already dangerous dependent, i turned to walk away. a raucous blare, originating from duo's car. i confronted him once more. his gestures and smile, beckoning. i got in the car.
we penetrated his impeccable dwelling. free from all blemishes, cleaned and accommodated. duo went crazed. bewildered as he further investigated the premise, assuring himself that it was his place. in a blind awe, he raged through out the rooms. tearing things from their array. "don't just stand there! help me!" i was dumbfounded by his commanding plea. i wanted to accede. i searched for an item to displace, a single glass adorning the counter. i stiffly batted at it, repelling it with my forearm. the keen resounding of the shards separating from its according fixture. scattering on the tiled kitchen floor. "don't break anything!" his dry scream, evoking dull shame. he was immersed in the back rooms. i got on my haunches, collecting the pieces with delicacy. discarding them into the trash. he was still involved. i removed a glass, intact, from the cabinet, twisting the knob, placing the container under the tap. water filling the void. i meandered to the couch. manipulating the remote so the television came on. an appliance omitted from my household. i altered the channel to a current news program. i heard him approach, and thought nothing of it. sight fixed on the screen, flickering with images. he imbued his frame on my lap. slanting pose. the nape of his neck able to incline on the cushioned backing of the mass of furniture. i tried not to savor this disposition as much as i longed to. absently watching the television, i brought the rim on the glass to my mouth, tilting it. colorless fluid splashing into my mouth.
"heero, what's poking me in the thigh?" he uttered distinctively. my throat contracted. pushing the water from my lips. i quickly maneuvered my arm around duo, placing the glass under my chin. in time to catch the expectorated water. i narrowed my eyes at him, water trailing down my mouth. he suddenly reproduced the remote. waving it before my face. "my mistake." he stated dryly. robust laughter ensued.
we watched the cable channels filtered by the television screen, two hours elapsing. he finally removed his body from my own. stalking into his bedroom. i hesitantly followed. he withdrew a black tank top and grey sweat pants for me to change into. he was climbing into bed when i started to strip down. i heard the rustle of sheets. i adored being in his second skin. i began to fold my own garments and place them on his dresser. i paused to the sound of him snickering. i glanced over my shoulder to see him peering out under the comforter. only one of his eyes was visible. the clump his body under the bedding, dulling his contours, afflicted with slight tremors. more stifled laughter. i turned to finish folding my shirt. crawling into bed with him, i firmly stayed on my own designated side. scorning the gap between our bodies, yet finding it necessary. maybe i crafted it as a precaution. soft snores. he was lulled to sleep before i was. my mind snared on the thought of hilde, was not she residing here as well? i did not witness a trace of her. sleep was surrounding me. i gazed at duo's inactive shape. without the conscious trigger, my eyes were stationed upon the painting. i did purchase it. yet i never really looked at it. i marveled. with heavy eyes. wondering why he was attracted to that particular piece. suddenly scared. what if i never bought that painting for him?
commence. [ 11:31 p.m. ]
10/20/AC 197 [ assertive ]
the continual thrum of the deluge of the shower's spray. brusque sudden seethes. downpours colliding into the porcelain, as his body shifted, motions of the bathing. i sat up, my back supported by the head board's structure. the sheets rolling off my chest, the warmth concealed in the sheets was diminishing. i lolled my head against the wall. opened my mouth wide with a deep inhalation. maudlinness of my emotive, cracking my demure. i breathe you. i taste you. i cannot live without you. i just cannot take anymore this life of solitude. saturnine sentient. being compelled by implications. were my actions too assertive? was i foolhardily devouring his specious statements. a smirk creased my lips. temerarious rapt. my regard for his authentic disposition momentarily spent. discovering it more difficult to keep my consideration of him integral, with the continuity of his blatant exploitation of my propension. i superficially toyed how to obtain my vindication. grin spreading.
unduly i set the door aside, the torrent of water masking my footfalls inaudible. the sting of his deprecation from the antecedent morning, resurfacing. i was acquiescent. clutching my toothbrush, frosting its bristles. scrubbing my teeth vigorously, scrapping my tongue. my eyes darted to section of the stall where the curtain was absent. a mere slit. i able to disambiguate his shadow cast, imbued on the water speckled tiles. i discharged the minty suds from my mouth. deviating my eyeshot, surveying the toilet while swabbing the foam residue from my chin with the back of my wrist. reckoning the reverberations if i dared to manipulate the metallic handle. i inserted the tooth brush into its designated fixture, secured on the wall. in a fluid motion, extending the index finger downward, stiff. i meticulously pushed down on the horizontal node. triggering the swirling of the fluid in the ceramic bowl. the flushing consuming an abundance of water, undulated, an acute fluctuation in water temperature. his shriek piercing, resounding in the diminutive confiding. his frenzied profile falling against into the shower curtain, briefly sustaining his weight as he desperately clung to the plastic sheet. the curtain buckled, each ring snapping free. the rim of the bath tub being his pitfall, his naked body repelled onto the linoleum. the wet smack of his raw flesh enabled by the violent impact. i crossed my arms, grazing my chest. grinning, relishing in my accomplished. the plastic sheet shrouding him, mostly lining his chest. his member exposed. conspicuously, i gawked at his display of limbs. his locks sopping wet. slicked on to floor, shoulders, upper chest. he coaxed water from his face, gazing up at me with wide eyes. he trailed the path of my lingering sight. abrupting spurring into motion. bending his knees, contracting, drawing his thighs to his lower abdomen. amassing the supple plastic around his contours. obstructing my leer. quickly arranging his chassis on his feet. standing. laggard strides reverse in direction.
"take a picture, it'll last longer ." he beseeched. questionable chuckles, thin and forced. he went rigid, a glint in my eyes, indicating my travailing feat that i was about to embark on. before i could even dislodge my stance, he phrenetically sprinted out of the room. the shower curtain and his drenched loose hair trailing behind him, wafting in the air with each curt motion. cultic scud pursuit. i ascertained him temporarily suspended in action within the hall, instigating dire attempts to secure the malleable cloth around his hips. i exploited the moment. fervorous, i lunged forward, clenching down on the curtain, vigorously pulling. if i was not so determined, i would have laughed. i was riveted. he managed to detach the plastic sheet from my grip, liberal in his dash. fleeing from me in foment. a promiscuous sardonic grin shamelessly exhibited on my features. reinitiating my vehement hunt of my wayward paramour. desire at his heels. i swiftly stalked him. his folly was running into the dense magnitude of the kitchen. in sheer panic he managed to position himself on the opposite side of the table. a quiet moment. staring directly at each other, wide eyes. i firmly placed my open palms on the table's edge. his bare chest was heaving. i shifted my body from side to side with feline acuity to enchant his perception of my proceeding action. i smirked. he cringed. i exerted my body over the table's span, ensnaring duo in my arms. his legs buckled, together, we toppled over. triggering a chair to careen with us to the floor. he squirmed, and was on his feet before i was. i hindered him from eluding me once more, snatching, and locking his bony ankle in my fingers. he faltered, tripping, falling on the floor of the living room. i sprung to my feet, he was still disorientated, applying my clutch to the plastic cloth once more. more malice. nothing would deter me. his leg jutted out. impacting with my shin. i was unaltered. the warring over the coveting of the shower curtain lapsed. it was now in mid air between our struggling, pulled tight. i tilted my arms. inclining the stretched curtain at a steeper slant. bowing my chest, angling my head beneath the cloth, my eyes bestowing their gape at his bouncing anatomy. duo noticed. his muscles went taut, relenting his grasp. it was in my full possession now. i threw it over my head. my smirk softening into an incriminating smile.
he averted his eyes from my leer. articulated as my marvel was, it still was dominated by sexual discernment. my gaze violating, stripping him. i set my hands on my hips. scanning his physique, sprawled on the floor. memorizing the contours of his endowment. my eyebrows were arched, i was breathing through the margin of my lips. I pulled my eyes' sight up, to briefly meet his profaned orbs. he sheepishly inched away, reaching to couch. attaining a pillow. he placed it over his crotch. i was displeased. rapidly, i motioned forward, depleting the gap he just created, approaching even closer. my hands encircling his ankles, tugging him forward. bending down, my body hovering over his. i slid my forearms underneath his thighs, raising his form to my chest, perching him on my shoulder. the cushion fell free. my left arm's angle nestled against his fundament. capturing him entirely. he was limp, servile. relishing, as his genitals firmly bore down against my bare shoulder. i walked to the bedroom, with him slung over my shoulder.
i tossed him in the center of the bed. his body colliding with the mattress, the bed springs moaning at the sudden impact. i stood before the foot of the bed. his eyes aimlessly adrift. vision never upon me. i will make you look at me, duo. my knees stiff stance crumpled, imposing on the mattress. extending my hands flat over the comforter's bulges. do you know what you are doing to me? i dragged my body further up the mattress. do you even care? i lined his bare lithe form with my own body. covering him. consuming him. i will make you feel. feel what i feel. shrouding the sheets over my back. insserting my chin in the crook of his right shoulder. my lips grazing his cheek. can you try to understand? i skimmed the side of his face with my curled fingers, knuckles lightly indenting his soft flesh. my fingers ventured further down. tracing his biceps. fully groping his chest, limber, like a coiled rope. cupping my hand over his outer thigh, motioning back and forth. he tightly shut his eyes. i was disinclined to remove my fingertips. he never reopened his eyes. i further entangled our embrace, and shut mine as well.
the thin haze of slumber was easily shaken free. he was awake. his erratic breathing notified me. spreading my legs, straddling his waist, i lifted my chest. my knees pressing further into the bed, under the weight of my new position. i kept my head lowered, smoothing back, slithering. passing over his lap. resting my hind on his legs. i hunched my back, gliding my parting lips down the gaunt of his chest, to his lower abdomen. he quivered. form gone frigid. i ceased. succumbing. retiring my head on the supple tissue of his stomach. he sighed. prodding my discontentment. if you will not appease me physically, reassure me emotionally? i whispered. "what are we?"
"when gundam pilots go wild" he quipped, facetious intent. i felt my face contort. none. please. i tried again.
"what am i to you?" deafening silence. deafeat screaming. i erected, disengaging in his taction. i vacated the bed, wounded. standing on my own two feet. the mattress creaked. his arms abruptly enveloped my waist. embroiled our entities, converging them once more. i was pacified for seconds. trying to engross myself, to decipher his complicated masquerade. interrupted. i felt my pants tight around my hips, before the tugging finally disheveled their state. cotton material fluttering around my bare legs. i stood still, not even to glance at him. i analyzed his motives. playful in nature, yes. sexual, yes. was he notifying me that he wanted sex? no. i crouched down, gripping my boxers and sleeping pants, reinstating their according draping against my waist.
"you could have just asked." i evenly announced. a laugh resonated beyond my shoulder. i pulled and twined the pant's drawstrings as i exited the room.
later he motioned to leave. i was opposed. completely averse. i did not utter a word of protest, i wanted to comply to his whims. i escorted him to the parking lot, adjacent to my apartment complex. he impassively encased himself within the vehicle. i meant to emitted an endearing farewell. but thoughts kept imputing to how i would be lulled to sleep without his form meshed to mine. i was already dangerous dependent, i turned to walk away. a raucous blare, originating from duo's car. i confronted him once more. his gestures and smile, beckoning. i got in the car.
we penetrated his impeccable dwelling. free from all blemishes, cleaned and accommodated. duo went crazed. bewildered as he further investigated the premise, assuring himself that it was his place. in a blind awe, he raged through out the rooms. tearing things from their array. "don't just stand there! help me!" i was dumbfounded by his commanding plea. i wanted to accede. i searched for an item to displace, a single glass adorning the counter. i stiffly batted at it, repelling it with my forearm. the keen resounding of the shards separating from its according fixture. scattering on the tiled kitchen floor. "don't break anything!" his dry scream, evoking dull shame. he was immersed in the back rooms. i got on my haunches, collecting the pieces with delicacy. discarding them into the trash. he was still involved. i removed a glass, intact, from the cabinet, twisting the knob, placing the container under the tap. water filling the void. i meandered to the couch. manipulating the remote so the television came on. an appliance omitted from my household. i altered the channel to a current news program. i heard him approach, and thought nothing of it. sight fixed on the screen, flickering with images. he imbued his frame on my lap. slanting pose. the nape of his neck able to incline on the cushioned backing of the mass of furniture. i tried not to savor this disposition as much as i longed to. absently watching the television, i brought the rim on the glass to my mouth, tilting it. colorless fluid splashing into my mouth.
"heero, what's poking me in the thigh?" he uttered distinctively. my throat contracted. pushing the water from my lips. i quickly maneuvered my arm around duo, placing the glass under my chin. in time to catch the expectorated water. i narrowed my eyes at him, water trailing down my mouth. he suddenly reproduced the remote. waving it before my face. "my mistake." he stated dryly. robust laughter ensued.
we watched the cable channels filtered by the television screen, two hours elapsing. he finally removed his body from my own. stalking into his bedroom. i hesitantly followed. he withdrew a black tank top and grey sweat pants for me to change into. he was climbing into bed when i started to strip down. i heard the rustle of sheets. i adored being in his second skin. i began to fold my own garments and place them on his dresser. i paused to the sound of him snickering. i glanced over my shoulder to see him peering out under the comforter. only one of his eyes was visible. the clump his body under the bedding, dulling his contours, afflicted with slight tremors. more stifled laughter. i turned to finish folding my shirt. crawling into bed with him, i firmly stayed on my own designated side. scorning the gap between our bodies, yet finding it necessary. maybe i crafted it as a precaution. soft snores. he was lulled to sleep before i was. my mind snared on the thought of hilde, was not she residing here as well? i did not witness a trace of her. sleep was surrounding me. i gazed at duo's inactive shape. without the conscious trigger, my eyes were stationed upon the painting. i did purchase it. yet i never really looked at it. i marveled. with heavy eyes. wondering why he was attracted to that particular piece. suddenly scared. what if i never bought that painting for him?
commence. [ 11:31 p.m. ]