11-14-2014, 05:56 PM
Akio felt the arm wrap around him, blinking a bit as he was pulled into the hug. He had not been expecting that, at least not so outright. His mind paused for a moment, thoughts fleeing as he was pulled closer to the demon. A kiss placed on his forehead, as his back was rubbed. He did not move or speak, as they sat like that for a moment. The tear that had escaped brushed away, he found his shaking slowly stopping as well. Dorian then proceeded to lift his face, telling him that he was not an idiot. He told him he was brave, kind and intelligent instead, that he had much of his mother in him. His eyes on the man before him, he looked into his eyes as he spoke. Those words held a stronger presence in his heart, before he was told no more tears. Dorian calling him love made him blink a bit, the blush lightly returning. Before he could speak, his mouth was caught with Dorian’s in a kiss. His hands then began to move, the one on his back moving lower. The result sent a light chill down his back, before the hand stopped there upon him, he could feel the one finger along the rim of his shirt. The other moved into his hair a bit, the palm upon his next near his ear. He did not pull away, allowing the kiss and touch to happen.
He did not fear it, instead he felt the opposite, drawn into it. He moved a bit closer, lifting a hand to rest it upon his chest, as the other slightly rested upon his knee. He returned the kiss, his eyes sliding closed for the moment. His mind remained blank, as thoughts and the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in that moment. He still wore the clothing he had been given before, which made him feel a bit uncertain. They were indeed a bit revealing, and they had been that way to allow for the fake markings to show through. Now that that was done and they were alone, it made him feel a bit more embarrassed and self conscious. Not that he had not felt that way before when he had been pushed to wear them, but he could handle the eyes and thoughts of the others, since he did not care what they thought of him. Dorian’s opinion however, meant a lot to him. Having his body slightly exposed like that made him open his eyes, and advert them a bit. “Is there any way I could…possibly change?” he said, glancing down at himself a bit. It felt awkward to kiss in such wear, since it pulled thoughts back to those he had had the night before. What if Dorian liked these clothes however? Able to see though them and his figure…. He turned a bit red once more, cursing himself mentally. What had gotten into him lately, with all these thoughts?
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