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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 1, 2012 6:00:25 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 300px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; margin-left: -10px]Admittedly, when the boy said he wouldn't look it piped Akira's interest. He hadn't meant to literally look at himself... but why outwardly say no? And while it puzzled him, and he wished to know the answer, he let it slide for now. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to let him go anywhere... neither would Yuki, as she slowly snoozed off in the teen's lap, so it was no matter at the time.
But as the boy took his vest and balled it up to push against his wound, Akira narrowed his eyes. This boy must really be thick to think that he could NOT come to him and get healed, especially in a condition such as this. Without a word, the boy stood and left the room, leaving Kei leaning against the bed alone with the snoozing, and occasionally twitching eevee in his lap.
She didn't notice her trainer's leave, nor did she notice his return when he came back with a few cloths, dampened and dry - placing them on the bedside stand. Looking down at Kei, he sighed and moved Yuki, laying her on the bed before moving to pick up the boy, being careful to mind his wounds, and set him on the bed. With a swift motion, he moved to hover over Kei, legs on either side of his, his left hand moving to the boy's shoulder to hold him down - his expression clearly daring the boy to defy him if he so dared... or to try and stop him.
Without a word, he rose his right hand, glowing once more, and without giving the boy a chance to say otherwise, he moved it to the boy's stomach, sending a heal pulse over the boy, sealing his wound with little to no notice that it was ever there... other than the blood that covered him.
With his work done, he didn't budge. Instead, he reached up and grabbed the towels, dropping them in the boy's hand, moving his hand from his shoulder only for a moment to clean the blood from his hand before it returned. Only then did he speak, "You say you would feel indebted if I healed you," Akira began, his tone denoting that he had a proposition... or perhaps a demand. "Well you can pay it back by resting here tonight, where it's safe."
There was little to no room for negotiations.
And then, the boy smirked. "Alright?" Despite asking, he wouldn't take no for an answer... and he wondered if Kei knew that.
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TAGS;; Kei~ <3
NOTES;; 'Bout time... =w= I find it funny you guessed that. Bet you weren't serious. Don't mind the minor powerplay here...
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Post by Keiichi Shirokiri on Feb 9, 2012 9:29:46 GMT -5
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Before he could move the little one, or poke her awake to remove her, Akira returned. Confused, Kei was blinking up at the other male, wondering if he returned to tell him off, but the towels be brought, as well as the fact he moved the Eevee off of him just confused him more.
And the next step couldn’t have gotten any more shocking for him.
"What are you---?!" He was pulled on the bed so suddenly he didn’t really have time to react even if his mind wasn’t frozen by the unusual actions, but as he was pushed back on the bed, his heart skipped a few beats for several reasons. For one, he felt incredibly defenseless as Akira was straddling him. Second... Akira was straddling him. That in itself was enough to make him more shocked, and a pale blush to appear on his cheeks.
"Akira!" He was fully intent on pushing the boy away, but he noticed his hands were still bloody, so he pulled his arms back. There was no way he would touch Akira’s skin with those hands. Didn’t he just take a shower? His skin would be stained so he would need another one again. He looked up at him to tell him to move and probably give a little glare to make him understand, but he had a feeling that his blush wouldn’t quite be convincing. And anyway, looking at Akira’s expression drained the fight from him.
He whimpered as the warmth of the Heal Pulse hit him, and moved his head to the side. It was done in moments, and then he was left there, laying on the bed with a very half-naked Akira on top of him. He was just holding the towel in his hand, given by the other boy, but not yet moving to wipe the blood off. He was carefully looking to the side.
At Akira’s proposition, Kei closed his eyes with a sigh, his blush darkening by some degrees. "Wh-what kind of a deal is that...?" He asked, trying to mask the fact his voice cracked at the beginning. "It isn’t beneficial to you. You would be a horrible business man, offering things like that." He murmured, sometimes glancing at Akira’s face and chest before looking away again. The other was way too close, not to mention on top of him, and Kei was also almost half naked too... The fact Akira smelled fresh from shower didn’t help either. His hands were moving absentmindedly to wipe off the blood of him, first cleaning the hands and then moving to rub at his stomach. This position... was embarrassing...
"Um... you know..." But wait, pointing it out might make it more embarrassing... But isn’t starting the sentence and cutting it off awkward enough...?
Kei’s face was red enough already as he was glancing at Akira and then back to the side.
tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ And then, massive blushing started happening. |D
★ made byTama ★
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 11, 2012 12:35:34 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 300px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; margin-left: -10px]Satisfied with the wound healed and Kei cleaning the blood from himself, Akira leaned back slightly, watching to see if he had managed to heal Kei fully or leave a scar behind to which he hoped he didn't. It didn't look like there was one left behind, but that was a fact he still wasn't positive on, as the blood still obscured his direct line of vision to the would... he wanted to clean it himself, but he wasn't about to embarrass the boy further... though that blush intrigued him.
As Kei spoke, Akira smirked, closing his own eyes with a shake of his head "It's a good thing I'm not looking to make a profit, hm?" He spoke with a soft chuckle after his words, glancing back down to Kei, "Though, it is beneficial... I just healed you, after all... what's the point if you go out and just get hurt again?" There was a slight teasing edge to his voice, but it faded as did his smile as he continued, "Besides... I'd rather know that you're safe." His words were little more than a whisper.
Behind them, Yuki's ears twitched at the sounds of the two talking, but she didn't stir from her sleep, instead rolling over with a small groan in her sleep, sprawling out at the foot of the bed, flattening herself among the covers, returning to silence after a soft hum - perhaps she knew a little more than what she was letting on?
As did Akira... the blush that remained on the raven haired teen's face intriguing him further and further, a soft smirk touching the corner of his lips. "I happen to know a lot of things..." He muttered in response, knowing very well that wasn't what Kei was looking for... but that didn't matter.
Tilting his head slightly, he reached down to grab the boy's chin, tilting his head so the boy was looking at him as he leaned down slightly, carefully observing his reactions, movements... and that blush. With a subtle movement, no noise falling from him - whether it was a test of the other boy's blush, curiosity of his own or... perhaps something he wanted himself... he pressed his lips to the others.
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[/td][td][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Kei~ <3
NOTES;; Boy is too curious for his own good.
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Post by Keiichi Shirokiri on Feb 11, 2012 13:39:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] It was already pretty awkward, laying there on the soft bed with a half-naked Akira on top of him, so Kei was careful not to look at his face, even though his eyes were wandering back to him from time to time. He just couldn’t help it, the other male was just magnetizing for him for some reason. He wanted to look... he wanted to touch...
Kei shook his head violently. "Profit, huh? I can’t really see how it is good for you. I mean, even if I get into trouble again..." He half-shrugged at the thought, rubbing at his stomach, not even sure if there was still blood there at all, though he knew there wouldn’t be a scar if he looked. Heal Pulse was powerful enough not to make wounds leave scars, so his abdomen was as clean of scars as before. But he didn’t turn to check. "And not like I want to get hurt... I’m the kind that many people don’t want to be around. And not only because I’m illegal, so..." Another shrug as he glanced back at Akira. Did he want him to be safe? Did he mean it? Kei wondered why he wanted Akira to care at all, and at the same time, why he didn’t want to cause trouble to the other. This was all... so confusing. It wasn’t like this when they first met, but now, after this little time, Kei couldn’t help but come to this mouse when he was in trouble. Even though he didn’t want to burden Akira, he always found himself here.
And for some reason, he wanted to come here even when he didn’t have any specific reason for it. Come, and just stay there. He had an idea why that happened, but he wasn’t ready to accept it.
Kei glanced back at Akira. ‘Know a lot of things?’ "Idiot, it’s not tha---" His voice died out when Akira grabbed his chin and turned him, unable to look away from those eyes gazing down at him. He was stunned, and couldn’t move at all under the other male’s stare. His heart almost leaped out of his chest as he was looking back up, oblivious of the other’s intentions, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was something that he secretly longed for. This gaze, this touch.
Those lips.
"Akira---" His voice was breathy as the other leaned down for a chaste kiss, and after tensing up for a moment, Kei’s body went limp against the warm bed. Not only his face, but his whole body heated up as those lips touched his’, his mind screaming that this situation was too good to be true. He didn’t dare to move his head or body, fearing to break the contact, but also afraid to respond. What if this was just some teasing? Surely, teasing a low-esteem slums boy was hilarious for some people, but at the same time, he heard a protest in the back of his mind.
One hand was holding the towel to his stomach, but the other moved slowly, fingertips touching against the other’s chest... Kei debated pushing the other off of him, but his mind was so conflicted his movement stopped midway, and instead, his fingers remained on the other’s skin, unsure, but warm.
’What to do? Push him away or not? But this feels so nice. Why is he doing this? Why am I letting him do this?!’
tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ So in the end, Kei isn't responding, but isn't pulling away either. 8'D BRAINFREEZE! Also, if Aki is feeling all of that... Uh-oh.
★ made byTama ★
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 12, 2012 16:01:23 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 300px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; margin-left: -10px]The words of the other boy barely touched his ears, registering in his mind by a thread and he shrugged. Answering to the best of his ability from what he understood, his own eyes never leaving Kei's, catching each time they wandered back to him - bringing a smile to his face, "There's more than enough rather than a profit to be made that makes it well worth my time." He mumbled, feeling the other's uncertainty well... though he made no note of the fact that he knew what the other felt - he didn't want to ward him off - instead, he kept the smile painted on his face, listening to him as his words trailed off.
He really didn't understand, did he?
Closing his eyes, shaking his head softly, he continued, a small hint of amusement behind his tone, he chortled, "I guess it's a good thing I'm not like many other people... hm?" With a heavy, heavy hint laid, he opened his eyes once more to gaze at Kei, his plan unfolding in his mind... desires surfacing to make themselves known - he found himself unable to take his eyes off of the other's as he turned his head to look up at him. And as he heard his name fall from the lips of the other before they touched, he felt his own heart skip a beat, despite the fact the action was of his doing.
Part of him feared what the other would do... Part of him told him it would be alright. Part of him screamed warnings that it wasn't a good idea.
But he never listened.
Instead, as the fingertips of the hand Kei rose touched his chest, he couldn't help but to make a soft noise, the simple touch causing his stomach to flutter as his being tensed - waiting for the other to push him away and leave him behind.
But it never happened.
And as the touch remained, all too warm on his chest, Akira grew more confident, especially as realization hit - he liked this... he wanted this. But did Kei? Shifting, he settled to sit on Kei's hips, his lips never leaving the other's. Perhaps, if at first this was an experiment, it was far from anything of the sort now - the boy forcing himself to hide his trembling, his nervousness... his desire... He tried to keep it away, but knew he couldn't help but to let some leak... he wasn't used to such feelings, he didn't know how to bottle such things up.
He hoped he would never learn. But now, that hope had turned tail and ran in the opposite direction. He didn't want to hide it, but he was afraid. He was afraid of the possibility of rejection.
But would the other reject him...? He wanted to believe he wouldn't, but in the confines of his mind, he couldn't help but to let old fears take the wheel and drive - But just maybe...
With a small, and rather unsure sound, Akira moved to deepen the kiss... part of him silently asking the other to respond. This wasn't about curiosity anymore, no... this was a deeper desire that the boy never knew he had... and still didn't understand.
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[/td][td][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Kei~ <3
NOTES;; Aki... Y u so evil...
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Post by Keiichi Shirokiri on Feb 17, 2012 9:52:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei didn’t really have time to respond to Akira’s words, and even if he did, he might not know how exactly to reply to them. He was too busy looking anywhere but at the boy, or when he couldn’t take his eyes away... He was too busy concentrating on breathing, because that was really all he could do... Inhaling and exhaling, because nothing else seemed to function for him, at least his brain really didn’t do anything as he was staring up at the other.
And then there was the kiss, which made even his breathing and his heart stop for a moment.
He was frozen, and unsure of what to do. He knew he should probably pull away and push Akira off of him that would be the best choice for both of them, but his spirit refused to register anything except the fact this sensation felt so nice. Maybe too nice, but realistic thoughts had already left him with the connection.
He wasn’t sure what drove him into staying put and not pushing away the other, maybe giving him an extra punch or two for the distasteful joke Akira was playing on him. However, he was afraid deep inside to learn that this was indeed a joke only, and maybe that was also why he buried all reasons and drown himself in the moment. Regret may come later, for now, he couldn’t resist the small sounds Akira made, replying with his own little groans.
As the other shifted and sat on his hips, he tensed a little bit at the unfamiliarity of the movement, and squirmed as well, his hand flattening against Akira’s chest. But he still didn’t push him away. It made his body heat up more, just like the kiss as the other deepened it, which earned a more surprised moan escape the smaller boy. Kei was about as uncertain as Akira, but unlike the other, he thought this was all just a mischievous joke well played by the other. Joke or not, Kei’s mind made him forget his worries and concentrate on the sensation only.
His hand on Akira’s chest made an uncertain movement toward the boy’s shoulder, wondering if maybe he should grab onto Akira’s hair to pull the other closer, though somehow he knew that would take it too far. Maybe that would make the other stop his joke too, which, Kei wasn’t sure, he wanted to. Eyes closed, he sheepishly responded to the kiss, only barely daring to move against the other and allowing him the deeper contact, moaning deeply into the other’s mouth. Was it too much? Could they go on like this, will Akira stop? Kei didn’t want him to, but... Unknown to Kei, his hand reached the other’s neck and settled on its side, his fingers reaching into Akira’s hair at his nape. He didn’t realize he was doing it, his hand, uncertain and gentle, was touching the other as he didn’t hope he would before.
This was all too unreal for Kei to know what to do.
tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ Tensing, kissing back, hand on Akira's neck~
★ made byTama ★
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 17, 2012 17:57:35 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 300px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; margin-left: -10px]He was lost within himself... the situation, the feelings... the want... the need. He wanted to feel needed, he wanted someone to want him... and this felt so right, this contact, despite Kei being unsure of himself and the situation. And the small noises the other made only urged him on, urging him to continue. As he rested himself on the other's hips, he felt Kei tense, and even Squirm a little, drawing another small, deep sound from him, lost between the two pairs of lips.
With the soft touch on his chest becoming fuller, his hand flattening against Akiras own, and probably heated, skin, he couldn't stop himself from leaning into the contact, even if it was only a slight notion. But the touch made his skin crawl, even drawing a blush to his face as he found his mind wander ever so slightly. An occasional thought crossed the boy's mind, to stop... he didn't want to take advantage of Kei, or have the other boy think that's what he was doing... but he found it all so hypnotizing. He couldn't stop.
But admittedly... He didn't want to stop.
Akira swore he felt his heart threaten to beat itself out of his chest as he felt Kei respond to his kiss, and perhaps the sensation caused him to falter in the kiss... an edge of nervousness cutting into the overwhelming, and sudden, confusing desire he felt. But even that wouldn't stop him... the fact that Kei responded excited him, and yet... he wasn't entirely sure why. But what cut the cake, was the moan the other released, sending a shiver down Akira's spine.
The sound was intoxicating. He wanted to hear that again.
Unable but to mimic Kei's moan from before, not realizing his own emotions, instinct taking over as the kiss continued. He found himself trembling slightly, torn between desire, want, fears and confusion, the want to dive to the unknown and explore it all, piece the pieces of the puzzle together. He had a feeling things would turn wrong... he had a feeling the other would reject this, would call him out on being a creep or something and run away... he even dared to think that he may never see him again after this...
But the posibillity of it being the opposite was enough for the risk. But why did he want to take the risk? This touch. This smell. These noises. This boy.
Why did he want this so much?
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[/td][td][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Kei~ <3
NOTES;; This is all on you....
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Post by Keiichi Shirokiri on Feb 18, 2012 5:03:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Trapped under the other boy on the soft bed, completely defenseless under the touch, the contact, the kiss, Kei didn’t feel as vulnerable as he would have in any other situation. If anything, it sent such an unknown pleasure down his spine that he melted into the covers and into the other boy. It felt so nice, so right, so... natural. Nothing like a dream, yet, he was sure it had to be that.
His senses were high-wired already, and the fact it was Akira doing all of this to him made his inner emotional storm that much wilder. Submitting to someone else never felt this good.
Their moans were resonating between them, Kei responding the other again as a shiver ran down his spine at the sounds, not believing it was them doing it, both of them moaning into the contact. He felt like he could go on tasting the other forever but as every wonderful thing in the world, this will have to come to an end eventually.
The hand that he kept at Akira’s neck fisted in the boy’s hair as Kei broke away from the kiss with a breathy moan – that already played with his senses the wrong way –, turning his head to the side. His eyes were wide open in disbelief, his breaths were coming in ragged pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath taken. His hand on the back of Akira’s neck was pulling the other close, hoping that if the other can’t pull away, he wouldn’t be able to see his face that clearly.
What just... happened?
His other hand, that was previously wiping off the blood from is stomach now found it’s way on Akira’s waist to push away... Kei was flushed deep red already, no need to be more ashamed.
He was searching for something to say, he really did. It wasn’t his fault that his mind wasn’t quite working yet the way he wanted it to. So he was just laying there, trying to catch his breath and finding his voice while one hand was fisting Akira’s hair on the back of his neck. He was hoping that Akira wouldn’t want to look at his flushed face, because then Kei would want to sink into the bed to disappear from sight even more.
tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ Breaking contact but Kei is totally clinging!!! 8'D
★ made byTama ★
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Feb 18, 2012 12:15:08 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 300px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; margin-left: -10px]The feelings he felt, emotional and physical, felt like they were on acid - everything felt ethereal to the boy... even the voice of the other, which constantly sent shivers slicing through him like a hot knife through butter. The sounds falling from him, he wanted to hear more... he wanted to be the reason they fell from the other's lips. The fact that he could make someone else feel in such a way to produce said noises made his heart race. Ne never thought he was capable...
But here he was.
To say the least, it was a confidence boost... but one that wouldn't last long. In the moments his confidence rose high enough for him to gain the gall to move his hips down against the others, he felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks, a deep moan falling into the kiss. But it didn't last long, his confidence draining away, leaving the empty, outer shell of the nervous boy he used to be behind as Kei broke the kiss, a small yelp of surprise falling from his lips as his hair was fisted, his being pulled down close to Kei. His breath came out in pants, trying to catch it as each one seemed to elude him - his racing heart preventing him from doing so as he stayed in this position, allowing the other to cling, as it were.
Then suddenly, his other hand was on his waist, pushing his hips away from the others, and slowly but surely, Akira began to feel fear - not Kei's... but his own. He did something wrong... the boy didn't want him, this - that had to be it. The risk he had taken hadn't worked - he felt the emotions of the other... and Akira was afraid that once he let go... he would run. With a soft whimper, he rested his head again'st Kei's, taking in the last few moments he could, quietly scolding himself for being so fooish - so careless.
Even then, with his inner turmoil, Akira was blind to the pleasure the other felt, his own fear clouding his sight. Carefully, he moved a hand to rest it on Kei's stomach, the other pinned under his own chest on the bed as he pushed slightly, trying to pull up from Kei's grasp - the sharp tug at his hair quickly killing any wish to do so.
This was bad. He didn't want to be afraid. But he didn't want to think he had hurt the other either... or disgusted him... or even went way over the line to where the other would see him as some creeper or sex craving idiot.
"Kei..." He began, his voice weak and trembling, barely there, refusing to work. His tone showed the undertones of the mass of emotions he was feeling - fear, pleasure, want, concern... "I-I..." What were the words. Were there even words? "I didn-... I mean...I..."
If there were, he couldn't find them. Instead, he just whimpered once more, and stayed there, resting against the other as he clung, drowning in his emotions.
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[/td][td][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Kei~ <3
NOTES;; Gah. Can I... hit them both? |: 'specially Aki. Jesus.
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Post by Keiichi Shirokiri on Mar 20, 2012 13:54:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei was desperately trying to come up with something to say or something to do, since he was aware they wouldn’t be able to just lay there and avoid talking... or moving, at all. His mind was failing though, his body still under the effect of that kiss, so he could only try to calm his breathing down, and keep his hand in Aki’s hair to prevent him from raising his head. At first, he thought Akira would keep up his joke by teasing him further, but he realized, the boy just wanted to push away too. Yet again, he had mixed feelings about it.
As Akira settled to rest his head against his’, Kei automatically did the same, leaning his head against the other’s. Kei's hold in Akira’s hair softened, and his hand settled against the back of his neck, his warm palm resting on his nape. He wasn’t forcing Akira to stay close, he realized it would be a bad idea to do.
He was trying to think, he really did. But he was still so high on the emotions he felt that he didn’t know how to react. Hell, he was still trying to figure out what exactly happened to cause all of this. It all started with Akira wanting to heal Kei’s injury, which, he already did. Akira pushed Kei on the bed so he won’t be able to fight back. Then he was healed and he was wiping the blood off himself. Then they were talking.
Then what?
What exactly happened to cause them to lock lips, Kei had no idea. He still had a weird feeling that Akira was playing a joke, but the boy on top of him seemed about as confused as he himself, which just made Kei that much more unsure. So what exactly happened then?
He took a big breath, sighing in uncertainty. Akira was trying to talk, he heard it, and his voice made Kei aware that he wasn’t the only one unable to say anything. But Kei wasn’t sure he wanted the other to talk anyway. Will he say it was all a joke, and Kei was just played with? That he didn’t want to do that? That it was all a misunderstanding? Will he back away and kick him out now that he is healed up? Preventing that, Kei quickly breathed out the first thing that came to mind.
"I’m sorry." An apology, was all he automatically said. "I shouldn’t have done that. I... Akira..." He inhaled deeply again to be able to form a few more words. "You... don’t have to say anything."
He realized his hands were still on the other, so he quickly removed them, though the one on Akira’s nape lingered just a little bit. His touch became light enough for Akira to move away, now that Kei wasn’t clinging to him anymore. Resting and leaning his head against Akira’s one last time, he turned his head to the side, his face still deep red from what they were doing just moments ago.
"Um... Can I... Can I use your shower?" He started, unsure. "You know, to wash off the blood... and all."
tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ Posting, finally!
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Mar 24, 2012 1:49:33 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 300px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; margin-left: -10px]Silver eyes closed tightly as Kei's head leaned against his own, a breath falling from his lips that he didn't realize that he had been holding as the younger boy's hand fell from his hair to his neck, sending a small shiver down his spine. But even then, Akira made no further motion to move. At this point, he was unsure if it was fear keeping him in his spot - the thought that if he moved, Kei would run away - never to see him again, or if it was the simple want of the other to be close to him, even if he had that deep, sinking feeling that he had messed something up.
He still wanted words... he felt like he needed them... like they could fix everything, could explain what happened to the other boy... could clear the air of confusion that circulated around the two. But at the same time... what would Kei do if he could find those words, and he found out what just happened? What would he do if he found out that he enjoyed what had just happened... that... he wanted it to happen again?
Feeling his cheeks warm up as a blush crept onto them, he shivered, this time not out of pleasure or excitement, but because his body suddenly felt very cold, despite the warmth of Kei oh so close to him. Did... Kei apologize? Why did he apologize...? He had nothing to do so for... it wasn't him who did it, it was Akira. All he found himself able to do in response at first, was release a small whimper. This was his fault... he felt terrible. He didn't want Kei to feel like he was at fault, or to feel bad for what happened... or anything else.
He had to fix it.
"No..." He began, taking a deep breath before chewing on his lower lip, trying to prevent himself from making word vomit, fearing that he wouldn't be able to stop how his next words would present themselves to Kei, "You... You didn't do anything... I just... I just did wh--" He paused, knowing he got himself in too deep already, he couldn't stop now. With his voice falling to a low mumble, he finished, "What I wanted... I should be the one to apologize..." That is what happened... Akira just did what he wanted, took what he wanted... he didn't even think about what Kei could have possibly wanted, which, he was certain wasn't kissing him... but those noises that they made, back and forth... could it? No... that was simple human reaction. "I didn't mean to force you to..." His voice died off as he lost the words.
He must think I'm a terrible person... He thought with an audible sigh, still not budging an inch as Kei slowly released his hold on him. He... didn't want it to end, he was enjoying the warmth, despite the panic he was feeling... the fear that engulfed his heart... the small hope that still burned deep within, flaring softly with each beat. "Hn..." He hummed softly as Kei began his question, and Akira understood. Nodding softly, he moved his head enough to look at Kei, his blush, more than likely, matching that of the other's. It made his heart skip a beat, a little of the fear melting away from the flames of hope as they burned a little brighter. Maybe...? He managed a soft, embarrassed smile. "I suppose you'll want a fresh towel, hm?" He uttered, almost jokingly - but he knew Kei would. It was supposed to be a motion to try and get him motivated... but he couldn't move... he didn't want to. He felt content there, in his spot, looking at the other.
In the time that he had known the other boy, he hadn't ever really taken a good look at him... he was, to say the least, handsome... the way everything was about him... and his eyes. Blushing deeper, feeling his mouth go dry and his heart sped a little, he knew he had to move... before he did something even more stupid than he already had. But he felt glued to his spot - he was magnetized to the other... he felt... drawn to him. He couldn't stop staring.
Until he realized what he was doing. "Uhn... Sorry..." He muttered, inching off Kei slowly, still fearing the other may run away. Biting his lower lip rather hard, he slipped off of the bed and moved to his closet, sliding the door open to grab a towel, not realizing how tightly he was gripping it as he made his way closer to kei once more, offering it to him. "H-here... I'm sure you know where the bathroom is by now... right?"
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[/td][td][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Kei~ <3
NOTES;; OTL Dumbasses... S-sorry it's so long... :'D
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Post by Keiichi Shirokiri on Jun 2, 2012 5:00:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] It was bad, to want him, Kei knew. It was bad to want Akira’s touch, breath, kiss on him, but his mind was already playing tricks on him, as he was slowly realizing that what he felt for the other gijinka was maybe, just maybe, a bit more that he initially thought. No one ever did things to him, with him, for him, the way Akira did. Kei couldn’t place the reason for this attachment, or the feeling itself, but he knew he was doomed on a way new level.
He tensed when Akira started talking, but for what, he wasn’t yet sure. So Akira just did what he wanted. Was it really a joke then? For Kei, it sounded just like that, and his stomach flipped. Was Akira admitting he was just playing? What did it matter anyway, Kei had a feeling it would be like that, and anyway, not like he was hoping for anything different or more... right? Right.
"It’s okay, just let me go to the shower." He said so quickly that he was afraid he would stumble on his words and not make much sense, but he just wanted out from under the other. He still had the previous towel in his hand, and he kept it to his stomach where there were still patches of blood visible. He didn’t dare to look at Akira. His best bet was to rush to the bathroom as soon as possible, to run away.
"Yes, another towel would be good." His voice was a bit monotone as he was concentrating on looking away, his mind repeating the words Just don’t notice like a mantra. The moment kept longer, and Kei wondered if Akira grew suspicious in the end. His blood froze at the possibility, but he willed himself to stay cool. Looking up at the other would just be another of his bad decisions.
When Akira was finally off of him, Kei sat up while he waited for Akira to bring the other towel. He reached out to grab it, intending to bring both towels in with him. Wile the first one was already stained, not like it can’t still be used for its purpose.
"Thanks. Yeah, I know where it is." And with that, he stood up to shoot right into the bathroom, locking it up behind him. He didn’t look at Akira, because he knew he couldn’t keep his mind and body to go on auto pilot if he did. Once inside, he sighed deeply, releasing the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He didn’t waste any time; he stripped down to nothing and stepped into the shower, starting the water on the coldest possible, wincing and shivering under the pouring water. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, but he hoped it would calm him down.
tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ Posting here too!!! Do you think cold shower will help?
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Post by Akira Naozumi on Jun 3, 2012 7:59:31 GMT -5
In the city was a sinner I've done a lot of things wrong But I swear I'm a believer [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][CS=2] | [atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; width: 300px; background: url(http://i1098.photobucket.com/albums/g368/RyuujinYoukai/lblue028.jpg); border: 5px solid #00688B; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -3px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px; margin-left: -10px]In any normal situation, Akira would easily be able to pick up on emotions of others around him... but with his mind in the state it was, thick and foggy, he couldn't feel anything except for the beating of his own heart, keeping a steady rhythem in his head. It pounded loudly, blocking out anything he would consider normal function... including thoughts and, almost, his hearing, the sound all too loud in his ears. His blood was rushing, coloring his cheeks with the faintest of pink tones, showing his embarrassment while hiding away his fears. With each passing moment, the thought that Kei would want nothing more to do with him and would only wish to leave and never see him again after what he did quickly becoming a reality to the teen.
The one person he found he could trust... that he wanted to be around and help... that he wanted to spend time with and do things for... that he found confusing within his heart. He had made a mistake with. He had rushed into something he didn't understand, into something he had little to no clue about, being locked away for his entire life with little to no interaction with anyone but scientists and guards of Epispect. In the back of his mind, he tried to place the pieces of the puzzle together, going over lists and ideas in his mind - was it curiosity... was it the fact that Kei was the first person to really show him 'kindness'... was it the want to feel needed... the desire to find out what it was like, these emotions, these actions - to be with another human... but none of it seemed to fit as the main desire of why he made the motion he did.
Akira felt Kei tense below him all to clearly, and Akira felt his heart leap into his throat, clinging there with a forceful grip. It was painful - feeling as if it was digging painful barbs into the walls of flesh to hold itself there, choking him slowly with his own emotions, it was almost nauseating. And his words... his words... did nothing to help. Was it really Okay, the actions he did to the other...? Akira could barely justify it in his mind without leaving the consideration of the other boy out - it was a selfish action... and he knew the other boy, more than likely, wanted no such thing from him. It was all so... so selfish... and Akira wasn't sure if he should feel ashamed for it or not. Not once in his life had he done something for himself... and the one time he did...
Moving off of the boy... sliding off to the bed... making his way to his closet, Akira stood there, looking over his shoulder as Kei sat up, the monotone words only causing his heart to claw at his throat even harder, choking him. Kei really was disgusted... wasn't he? He wouldn't even look at him. Akira had fucked up with the only person he considered a friend, and the thought made his stomach drop, forcing him to bite his lip harder than before to stop himself from shaking with disappointment... with fear. The boy didn't dare look over the other anymore, keeping his own eyes to the ground, hiding away his own emotions as best he could, fighting away actions... words. A simple glance toward the boy would probably give him some hope... show him he had no reason to be as afraid as he was... but that same emotion was the very thing that kept him from doing so.
Until Kei took the towel.
At that motion, he found himself stealing a glance at the other and he felt... some of his emotions melt away... the fear dwindling. He didn't look angry... or disgusted... not entirely at least. Maybe... there was a chance that Kei wouldn't leave him behind...? He hoped not, at least... he couldn't handle being left alone again. "Kei, w-" His words died out as the other stood and left the room quickly, leaving Akira behind, standing there with dying words. And though he wished Kei would have waited a moment for him to speak... he found something else in the newfound silence. With the other boy gone from the same room, his head finally began to clear, the fog moving away, even if only a little bit. And with a clearer mind, he was able to sort out some of his emotions... and things he was feeling. Lost in himself previously, he was unable to pick out certain things above others... and he wasn't sure if it was the kiss... the feeling of the other boy's hips under his... or that little motion he made against the other, but he felt the welcoming pull of arousal, and the clicking gears of wanting more in the back of his mind.
Blushing deeper, Akira shook his head and moved toward his bed, throwing himself on it, staring up at his ceiling as he heard the water start running in the other room. Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply, his hand fisting in the blankets at his side, his other arm falling over his face, shielding his eyes "I screwed up... didn't I?" In return, he recieved the soft purring of the Eevee as she moved to curl up by his side, tucking her nose under her tail, drifting back off to sleep.
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[/td][td][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;] CREDIT;; Ryuujin
TAGS;; Kei~ <3
NOTES;; I had to kick Aki to cheer up a bit >3>; Hope this works... at least he chillaxed a bit... opened up a bit... C': Fun to play with...
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Post by Keiichi Shirokiri on Jul 27, 2012 13:16:16 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,430px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u200/c_crimson/posting%20templates/bg_14_01.png); padding: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 30px; border-left: 15px solid #7f0000; bTable] Kei couldn’t be happier for the door separating him from Akira while he was standing in the shower, the cold water piercing his back like icicle. He was standing with his eyes closed, head hanging, one hand placed on the cold tile of the shower. He was trying really hard to calm down and to lessen the heat of his body. He was taking deep breaths, standing motionless and thinking about everything but the silver haired boy in the other room. He was trying, really. It wasn’t exactly his fault he was failing.
His thoughts kept drifting back to Akira, as the other was leaning above him and coming down for a kiss... He just couldn’t shake the images and the sensations off, and it didn’t help his situation at all. He shook his head to clear it, the water dripping to the shower floor under him from his damp hair.
Kei was still a teenager, so it isn’t like he was unfamiliar with the concept of such sensations... But to react this strongly to another person, least to say to another male, Kei’s natural reaction was to run away and hide in the relative safety of the cold shower until he calmed down.
He waited for the water to wash the blood on his skin away. "I am so dead." He murmured as he turned the water off and stepped out from under the faucet. He absentmindedly wiped his body dry, though his hair was a helpless, damp mess which would take some time to actually get dry. He glanced at his clothes and frowned. He could get back into his pants, as they were somewhat decent with only a few stains, but the shirt was still soaked in his blood. Without any other choice, Kei wrapped the towel around his waist. He reached for the door knob, but he allowed himself a small sigh to prepare for the next confrontation. With a pale blush on his face – pale only thanks to his now cold body – he stepped out of the bathroom, but still remained at the door. "Um..." He called, though he had to cough just a little, as his throat seemed to not entirely appreciate the long-winded cold shower. "Can I... borrow a shirt? My pants aren’t that dirty but I will need a shirt..." He could go shirtless, sure, but he didn’t like to show his chest usually. He barely had anything to be ashamed of; his fighting and steel type pokemon DNA did only more justice to him, but the scar right in the middle of his chest – right above his heart – unconsciously made him want to cover himself up.
tags ★ Akira~ <3 notes ★ I am horrible and you love it~
★ made byTama ★
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