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Murder/Romance 1x1 w/ AprilxSkye
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → Murder/Romance 1x1 w/ AprilxSkyeA desire to... Atticus didn't know whether he wanted to kiss or kill the handsome man, but he acted on instinct, grabbing Ayran's arm until they were in an awkward position where Atticus's face was right under Ayran's.
His free arm was holding Ayran's arm with the bandage in it and his other arm was on Ayran's chest, holding him from falling on top of Atticus.
"Why were you at the Mayor's house tonight?"
"...!"
Ayran stared wide eyed at Atticus who was below him, the hand that was holding onto his arm felt hot, so hot that it almost feels like it was burning him. Then there was the hand that was on his chest, it was the only thing that kept him from falling on top of Atticus.
Looking from above, he could count each on of Atticus's eyelashes, to the eyes, nose bridge, and then.. the lightly parted lips.
Suddenly his throat felt dry, Ayran's eyes darted from Atticus's hand that was on his chest, to his lips that were slightly parted.
He didn't back away, but he didn't close the distance either, he just kept staring at Atticus, as if the next move he makes, will decide everything.
His eyes widened in shock, so he pulled away and gasped.
"Oh. I- I'm sorry. It was an accident."
His face was flushed red and his blue eyes were darting around.
Sh*t. What if he likes only women?
His body was under Ayran and he was panicking on the inside, unable to form a complete thought.
He didn't hear what Atticus said next, nor did he care.
He pinned Atticus down on the sofa, with both of his hands locked above his head. Ayran loomed above Atticus like a predator cornering his prey.
Not wasting another second, Ayran put his free hand behind Atticus's neck and sweeped down, covering the parted lips with his once more.
His lips felt soft, and well cared for. This time the kiss lasted much longer than a few seconds.
His hands came up and went through Ayran's hair.
He had never been kissed like this. Not as ferociously, not as quickly.
He broke the kiss, gasping for breath.
"Y-you... Damn it." He had forgotten about his arm and it was now throbbing. He knew what to do.
"Say... It's pretty late, do you want to stay over? My arm isn't healed and," he leaned in and breathed against his ear. "And I trust that you can heal it. I have a guest room you can stay in, but if you don't want to, you can just stay in my room."
His hand rested on Ayran's back, holding him near. Imploring him to stay with Atticus.
Atticus gazed up at Ayran, watching his handsome face.
Ayran breathed in the rose scent from Atticus's neck, and suddenly spoke up, "..What perfume do you use?"
Ayran suddenly realized that he isn't answering the question.
"I mean, I'll stay with you I suppose..."
"I like roses."
He wrapped his arms around Ayran and playfully bit Ayran's ear, and then neck. He sstayed there for a second, biting and nibbling Ayran's neck.
When he could go no further, he put his hand under Ayran's shirt and began pulling it off. Once it was off, he could gently bite at Ayran's body.
"You never told me... why were you at the Mayor's house." He murmured in between bites.
At this point, not only was Ayran's mouth dishonest, but so was his hands, as he swept his hands under Atticus's cloths, and felt around the slender body.
While his hand was busy, so was Ayran's mouth, as it left red kiss marks on Atticus's neck, before biting his adam's apple. During the whole harassment, never once did Ayran's eyes stray away from Atticus.
At this point, Ayran admits it, he was entranced.
"Before we go further..." He said, breaking the kiss, but letting his lips brush Ayran's as he talked, "Just answer honestly, why whenever I go somewhere, I always see you? At a crime scene, at the rose shop, at the Mayor's house...."
He stopped and shivered as Ayran's hands gently carresed his body.
"Answer me. Are you stalking me or something?"
"...Would do you even believe me if I said no?" He murmured into Atticus's ears, before gently biting the earlobe, and blowing into it.
"Darling, it was all a coincident.." He said teasingly.
He should've asked why he was in all of the places, but that wasn't the time for that, Ayran thought, as his hands started to take Atticus's silk shirt off, starting with the buttons.
While doing so, he left a few more love bites here and there, until there wasn't a place on Atticus's neck where he hasn't touched or marked.
His neck throbbed with the bruises and his heart quickened as Ayran stripped his shirt off.
"Y-you animal! Let's just go get something to eat and then we can return to this, I-I need time to think."
He got up, and put his shirt back on. His arm was feeling slightly better and he retrieved his coat from the ground while he slipped the list he pilfered back from Ayran into a random pocket.
He had to get rid of the blood on the roses and he had to get rid of them quickly.
He stared wide eyed as Atticus quickly completely his set of actions and was once again fully clothed again.
Ayran opened his mouth his mouth as if he wanted to say something, before noticing that he didn't know what to say, and closing it.
Standing up from the sofa, still topless, before Atticus could step away, Ayran hugged his waist from behind and rested his chin on his shoulders.
"...Where do you think you are going?" He sullenly whispered into Atticus's ear
Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.
He smiled, his throat dry, "I- I'm just getting more pillows for you."
Inside, he was screaming.. He needed to go get rid of the roses.
"You can go explore the house." He knew the smell of blood on the blossoms was getting stronger, so he shook Ayran off and bolted away.
'What a lame excuse..'
Even before, when he pined Atticus down, he could already smell the iron scent of blood, how could he not when he has been surrounded by it since all he could remember.
He cross his arms, and suddenly smiles, if Atticus was who he thinks it is, then this game will get very interesting. He was sure of it.
Most importantly, he wondered how long could Atticus afford to keep this up, hiding himself
What would his expression be like when he found out that Ayran knew all this time?
Many scenarios popped inside his minds, unconsciously, his eyes became dark and dangerous as his hand tapped against his leg, awaiting for Atticus's return.
"Oh my god." Atticus's hand went up to his mouth in shock. It was his hitlist.
He turned around. Ayran would be waiting. He grabbed a few pillows and tossed them to Ayran as he came in.
"Hey, sorry it took so long." His voice was on edge.
"Damn. You really do know how to do this."
His eyes scanned over Ayran and smiled.
He wrapped a leg around Ayran's waist and pulled him in.
"So... you live here?"
His hand reached up and entertwined in Ayran's hair as he kissed him gently.
"Because if you don't, I'll just lock you in the house to be mine only."
With his other hand Ayran caressed Atticus's cheek gently, and smiled gently.
"...Unfortunately I'll have to reject this exciting offer"
The hand resting on Atticus's rest slowly crawled up and into his shirt.
"My apologies." Ayran did not look apologetic at all, if anything, he had a bit of a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Speaking of turning on and off...
His whole body was sore and next to him... Ayran.
As it was an ungodly time in the morning to most people, he lifted Ayran gently and left a blanket on him as he started to get dressed.
He only had a small closet to change in, but he was a bit claustrophobic.
He glanced over his shoulder.
"Still asleep I guess..."
He quickly grabbed a formal suit and began to dress.
Not far from him was Atticus, whose neck were full of ambiguous red marks.
Ayran who decided to not say anything, kept quiet and enjoyed the view, feeling refreshed from last night, except from some similar ambiguous marks, marked on his body as well.
Staring at Atticus's back, especially zooming in on the bites that he left behind Ayran sighed embarrassingly.
Perhaps they should do it again later...