...I'm posting this in the same night since I have a big summer report to work on tomorrow. I won't be able to concentrate unless I churn it out right now. Oh, and the rating has been upped a bit since this chapter is a bit more suggestive.
Still in possession of…NOTHING! HAHA!
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Simple Pleasures - Moordryd
Kitt had once commented that Artha made pissing Moordryd Paynn off a sport. Parm had stated he'd found enough ways of aggravating the younger Paynn to fill a book.
Personally, Artha figured that he had found more ways of making his lover squirm. If pissing Moordryd off was a sport, pleasing him was an art form, and if he could fill a book with ways to make him angry, he could fill a library with methods of making him moan in pleasure.
Like now, for example. Moordryd was ticklish beyond belief and Artha found great amusement in trailing his fingers up and down pale sides until Moordryd was breathless with laughter. Artha traced his finger slowly over the contours of his lovers chest before sliding them up to his chin to tilt his face in for a kiss.
A kiss that Moordryd accepted and returned with fervor.
Another simple action that made Moordryd happy was brushing his hair. The first time Artha had asked if he could brush his lover's hair, Moordryd had actually blushed. Though he was hesitant at first, Moordryd handed the brush over to Artha and sat between his lover's legs. Within a few minutes of brushing, Moordryd had dozed and fallen back on Artha.
Moordryd had a great appreciation of hot showers, even more so when Artha joined him, and made a point of completely draining the hot water tank whenever he had the chance. Thee feeling of hot water beating on his skin and the steam around him was the most relaxing feeling in the world. Even better was the feeling of hot water dripping off Artha's skin and onto his while the steam mixed with Artha's warm breaths.
Moordryd's love of coffee was common knowledge, but Artha's coffee-flavored kisses ranked higher in his mind than Dragbucks. Morning when they could sit silently, sipping their morning pick-me-ups and eating a small breakfasts also pleased Moordryd.
Most of all, Moordryd liked being in Artha's arms. Whether it was in the throes of passion when he would cling to Artha in a bruising grip, or a simple cuddle when he'd rest his cheek against his lover's chest. Artha was always willing to gather the young Paynn's svelte form into his arms.
Moordryd Paynn was rather easy to please.
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Fin.
Dude...I used the term "thoes of passion." I once swore that I would only ever use that in a joking context...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! XD Sooooo not like me to use a cheesey term like that...ever.
...Moving on...Ever fallen asleep in the hairdresser's chair? I have. Luckily, my hairdresser is a family friend...So it wasn't TOO embarrassing.
Hn, compared to last chapter, this is really serious...Ah well, it's ok. Oh, and if you haven't gotten this by now, Artha's on top peeps.
Also, is it just me, or are thses things getting shorter? O.o