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metamorphosis2010-11-27 07:02 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-11-27 07:02 pm
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Title: Right and Proper
Characters: Kiliko, Orcelito
Rating: R
"It isn't proper, Your Highness."
Orcelito struggles against the hands pinning his to the wall. His breath is harsh and ragged, and doubles that when Kiliko lifts the hand gripping Orcelito's wrists just to kiss the inside of them, feeling the pulse thunder.
"When is-- when is anything you do proper?"
"When it concerns you, Your Highness. You know that better than anyone."
Orcelito starts to retort and falls for a gasp when the lips move down from his wrists to the inside of his arms, to his shoulder and pausing at the nape of his neck. His fingers scratch the wall above him even though nothing's holding them there anymore, trying to wriggle his way higher to recover some semblance of being in control. He isn't, and he knows it; he isn't, and Kiliko knows it.
"It isn't proper for one's royalty to be so aroused by a simple touch, Your Highness. Do you dream of nights like this?"
Orcelito licks his lips - sometimes, sometimes - and hisses,
"Go to Hell, Lagen."
"As you wish."
Kiliko reaches down with his free hand to undo Orcelito's trousers, chuckling at the nearly inaudible gasp he catches when the prince's lower half is exposed to the frigid night air. He lowers himself, and Orcelito bites his tongue so hard it bleeds. Between trying to catch his breath and trying to force down his arousal, he manages to snarl, "That isn't what I meant, and you know it!" before being reduced to biting his tongue again lest the way his voice stretches reveals his feelings on the matter.
Kiliko doesn't reply; his mouth is far too busy in Hell, and his hands being used to steady Orcelito against the wall; it's cold against his ass and he almost winces whenever his attendant's thumbs ghost over his hipbones, leaving fiery trails. Orcelito shudders and almost fall when he comes, and Kiliko swallows with some difficulty. He stands, wiping his mouth, and catches Orcelito before he falls forward; he guides the prince back to bed and helps him back into his pants, tucks him in and presses a kiss to his forehead.
"You seem to have a fever, Your Highness. You should stay in bed."
It's hot, suffocatingingly so, and Kiliko graces him with a smile laced with poisoned concern before he leaves.
Characters: Kiliko, Orcelito
Rating: R
"It isn't proper, Your Highness."
Orcelito struggles against the hands pinning his to the wall. His breath is harsh and ragged, and doubles that when Kiliko lifts the hand gripping Orcelito's wrists just to kiss the inside of them, feeling the pulse thunder.
"When is-- when is anything you do proper?"
"When it concerns you, Your Highness. You know that better than anyone."
Orcelito starts to retort and falls for a gasp when the lips move down from his wrists to the inside of his arms, to his shoulder and pausing at the nape of his neck. His fingers scratch the wall above him even though nothing's holding them there anymore, trying to wriggle his way higher to recover some semblance of being in control. He isn't, and he knows it; he isn't, and Kiliko knows it.
"It isn't proper for one's royalty to be so aroused by a simple touch, Your Highness. Do you dream of nights like this?"
Orcelito licks his lips - sometimes, sometimes - and hisses,
"Go to Hell, Lagen."
"As you wish."
Kiliko reaches down with his free hand to undo Orcelito's trousers, chuckling at the nearly inaudible gasp he catches when the prince's lower half is exposed to the frigid night air. He lowers himself, and Orcelito bites his tongue so hard it bleeds. Between trying to catch his breath and trying to force down his arousal, he manages to snarl, "That isn't what I meant, and you know it!" before being reduced to biting his tongue again lest the way his voice stretches reveals his feelings on the matter.
Kiliko doesn't reply; his mouth is far too busy in Hell, and his hands being used to steady Orcelito against the wall; it's cold against his ass and he almost winces whenever his attendant's thumbs ghost over his hipbones, leaving fiery trails. Orcelito shudders and almost fall when he comes, and Kiliko swallows with some difficulty. He stands, wiping his mouth, and catches Orcelito before he falls forward; he guides the prince back to bed and helps him back into his pants, tucks him in and presses a kiss to his forehead.
"You seem to have a fever, Your Highness. You should stay in bed."
It's hot, suffocatingingly so, and Kiliko graces him with a smile laced with poisoned concern before he leaves.