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Post by Cryssalis on Sept 6, 2014 22:07:59 GMT -5
OWEN.
Owen let out a full belly laugh at Oliver's joke, threading his fingers through Olivers. He craved even a simply touch from Oliver, it didn't matter what they were doing. He shifted forward with a smirk, "You are the only one who gets to see mushy Owen." He replied, poking Oliver gently on the nose. He let out a yawn, looking over at the clock. It was close to ten thirty. "Bedtime." He muttered, reaching behind his head to pull off the shirt he had just put on. He twisted his torso, skin straining against itself as he pulled the covers back and crept under the blanket, holding open the covers in a invitation for Oliver, a challenging, daring glare in his blue eyes.
OLIVER.
Oliver couldn't say he exactly hesitated. It was more like his entire body tensed up at the invitation. It was much more nerve wracking than if Owen had dragged him along. Oliver stared back for a moment, trying not to gulp as if he were the prey and Owen the predator. Instead, he tried to appear calm, reaching over his own head and gripping his shirt to tug it off. He tossed it carelessly to the ground, and then crawled over towards Owen, all the while keeping his eyes locked on him. He fit himself beneath the covers, his bare chest pressed up against Owen, his face pressed into his neck. Here, he could again feel Owen's pulse against his lips, and his lips curved into a smile against Owen's skin. Absentmindedly, Oliver's fingers ghosted over Owen's stomach and up his chest, where he splayed his hand out, palm flat on Owen's chest, right over his heart.
OWEN.
Owen smiled, reaching between them and threading his fingers between Olivers. He held their hands against his chest before he smiled, pressing his lips to Olivers crown. He took a deep breath; inhaling Olivers scent before he let out a small groan, "Ollie, you smell good." He whispered, a faint smile on his lips. His other hand drifted down the curves and bumps in Olivers back, following the trail down to the small of Oliver's back where he pushed slightly, molding the boy into him. "I missed you, you goof." He said, snuggling his nose into Olivers neck. He grinned before his tongue darted out, licking the side of his neck playfully.
OLIVER.
Oliver tightened his grip on Owen's hand, a shiver running down his spine when Owen smelled him. He chuckled. "That's surprising, I've been a bit busy moping to shower accurately." He replied. Oliver snuggled close, nuzzling Owen's neck. "I missed you too. I had a hard time sleeping on my own." Another shiver struck him when Owen licked his neck, and he let out a soft groan, shrinking away with a smile on his face. "That tickles, you dork." He grumbled, another hot blush crossing his face.
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Post by Bella on Sept 6, 2014 22:12:00 GMT -5
Owen raised one bushy eyebrow at Oliver, "Just tickles, eh?" He said, reaching up to brush his finger along the blush covering Olivers face. "I think it more than just tickles." He stated happily with a self satisfied grin. "And, you will always smell good to me. You smell like home." He said with a soft smile, the white of his teeth barely visible. Then suddenly he frowned, poking Oliver in the side. He enjoyed the feeling of Olivers flesh but didn't let it distract him, although he would have loved to let his tongue play there too. "See, you made me into a sappy love bird. Maybe I should leave." He stated with a nod, sitting up, "I seem to have lost my man card."
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Post by Cryssalis on Sept 6, 2014 22:17:20 GMT -5
Oliver's hand snapped out so fast he hardly had time to think, his hand closing around Owen's arm and reeling him back so that they were pressed even close together, breath mingling. "If it were up to me, you would never leave this room again." Oliver replied, pouting at Owen. "So don't you even try." Oliver reached up and threaded his fingers through Owen's short hair, palm gripping his head, bringing him down to brush his nose against Owen's cheek, lips brushing his flesh as he buried his nose in Owen's hair, breathing in his familiar scent. "You smell good too, you sap." He teased, a smirk curving on his lips.
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Post by Bella on Sept 6, 2014 23:21:34 GMT -5
Owen laughed, easily allowing himself to be pulled down into the embrace. He let out a loud, content sigh when Oliver initiated physical contact; it was better than whenever Owen started it. Well. Oliver started it. But Owen would keep it going. He reached behind Oliver, giving his butt a playful squeeze, then leaned forward, licking his way up Olivers throat, teasing in between with shy kisses. He reached Olivers jaw and bit down gently with a chuckle, then rubbed his face into Olivers neck, demanding more petting from his lovers fingers, sticking his hands into Olivers back pockets, pulling him closer and let out a slow, happy groan.
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Post by Cryssalis on Sept 6, 2014 23:27:40 GMT -5
Oliver made a soft squealing sound when Owen squeezed his butt, following that up with a groan as Owen's tongue made it's way up his throat. At the soft nip, Oliver felt a shudder run up his spine, though he was unsure why getting bit on the chin might be a turn-on. Perhaps it was less about the action and location, and more about whom was doing those things. His fingers trailed from Owen's head to his neck, and Oliver dipped his head to press his lips to Owen's in a soft, chaste kiss that he quickly ended, his expression betraying nothing but his eyes glittering with an amused fire. His touches were light, feathery, barely-there. Made to entice and drive Owen wild, rather than satisfy urges. Oliver's eyes danced over Owen's features, his fingers following the same path, running over skin and muscle, but never too hard - never too sensually. Just, there. Softly. Hopefully, driving Owen up the wall, as well.
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Post by Bella on Sept 6, 2014 23:47:29 GMT -5
Owen groaned, allowing Oliver to administer his torture however he'd like. His body arched of it's own accord into Oliver's hands, demanding the chaste touches to satisfy the fire beginning to burn through his muscles and limbs. His moans started to grow heady, tinged with need. His hands reached up, catching Olivers face and demanding a scourching kiss to burn through their lips. He shifted, pressing Oliver down into the mattress in a domineering way. He opened his mouth, forcing Oliver to do the same. He didn't give Oliver even the slightest of options. His tongue demanded entrance in a way that wasn't up for question, but undeniably soft and sensual at the same time. Owen twisted his fingers into Olivers hair, gripping him tight and moving his head into the position he wanted with a soft pressure. Never too harsh, but in a way that wasn't up for discussion. One of his legs slid up between Olivers, giving him better leverage when opposite hand left Olivers hair to trace down his face and neck, over ridges of muscles and sinew. The feeling of Olivers skin was a heady thing, making Owen just all the more desperate to keep him where he was, trapped under him in a loving embrace.
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Post by Cryssalis on Sept 6, 2014 23:56:57 GMT -5
Oliver felt his breath hitch in his throat as Owen manipulated him, and for some reason it only ratcheted up his arousal. His back arched, pressing him fully against Owen, and he lost his ability to tease. His response to Owen's fire and passion was his own form of heated need, his hands gripping Owen and bringing him down so that, again, there was no telling where one began and the other ended. Oliver's own moans mingled with Owen's, and as his arousal rose, his need to placate Owen rose with it. He could feel his heart pounding in his skull, blood rushing to the surface to turn his skin a bright pink color, raising a blush to his cheeks. He'd yearned for Owen for the time that they were separate, and no willpower could quite hold up when it came to something like that. The only thing that could rival his need for Owen was possibly his need to take a breath, and Oliver moved his face away in centimeters, eyes an almost electric blue and pupils swirling into pinpoints of pure arousal. His chest was heaving, and he was sure that if he didn't have Owen's weight on top of him, he'd also be shaking. He had words on the tip of his tongue, but no matter what he couldn't seem to find the correct ones. Instead, Oliver gave off an innocent expression, one of pure adoration, and smiled serenely up at Owen. The one word he could find, he whispered, very softly. "Owen." Before pulling the other male down to rest his forehead against his, their breaths dancing together yet again.
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Post by Bella on Sept 7, 2014 0:16:41 GMT -5
Owen sighed, his breath slowing down in short puffs breathed against Olivers soft flesh. His fingers came up to trace Oliver's swollen, pink bottom lip in soft reverence. His eyes sharpened, zoning in on it as the sight of it brought him to a new height. He did that; and Oliver let him. His blue orbs look up into Olivers, his gaze close to worship. He leaned in closer, pressing his lips against Olivers bottom one softly. It was excruciating to go so slow; torturous really. But it also felt right. Everything about Oliver felt right. "I love you," He whispered, his expression soft and innocent. A cold contrast to the man Owen normally was -- Oliver brought it out in him all the time. Only Oliver.
His hand came up to cup Olivers cheek, pulling him in for another soft kiss, breath mingling. "What would I do without you?" He whispered brokenly. He knew he would get out before Oliver. They weren't in the same class. Desperation clung to Owen's heart at the thought of being or doing anything where Oliver wasn't around and his chest tightened painfully. He reached out, guiding Oliver's face so their eyes met, his eyes softening with unshed tears. "What am I going to do without you?" He whispered, his fingers tracing Oliver's outline. The desperation grew until he couldn't take anymore separation and he leaned down, claiming Oliver's lips again. This time the kiss was tinged with sadness. Owen truly believed he'd loose Oliver one day when he had to leave. He couldn't stay, and Oliver couldn't go. It didn't matter for how long, he just knew Oliver wouldn't be at his side, able to touch him any time he demanded and needed. A single tear dripped down his eyes before he covered it with a kiss; he didn't want to make Oliver feel bad, or sad. He just wanted to feel Oliver at the moment. Not even just physically but emotionally. He leaned down into the mattress, his head coming to rest next to Olivers, his mouth near Olivers ear. He kissed Oliver's earlobe tenderly, his breath hot and heavy before he kissed Oliver's neck, not sure how to show Oliver his desperation to be near him. In every way possible, in any way possible.
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Post by Cryssalis on Sept 7, 2014 0:29:07 GMT -5
The change in pace allowed time for Oliver to calm down, and he couldn't even joke when Owen began to speak. His mind no long reeling, he immediately caught on to the change in atmosphere. It was no longer charged with sexual tension. "I love you, too." He said gently, his fingers brushing Owen's cheek.
He hardly had time to reply to Owen's words, and when he was attempting to formulate a reply, he felt something wet drop onto his skin. This sort of talk chilled Oliver to the bone, and he sat up faster than a bat out of hell, wrapping his arms around Owen in a protective embrace. "Shh, Owen." He murmured, pressing his lips to Owen's cheek, whispering against his skin. His lips placed gentle kisses along the skin, and he tangled himself with Owen. Somehow, Oliver knew that Owen was referencing the fact that Oliver was one of the highest ranks, the most dangerous, and that Owen was not. Owen would graduate faster. No matter what Oliver did, no matter how kind he acted, he'd still killed two men - something he'd yet to tell Owen about. "I would cross universes to find you." He sighed, nuzzling Owen. "I just got you back, and I'm not letting you go ever again. Got it?" His voice took on a harder tone, completely convicted. "It'll be alright, Owen." As if to seal this promise, Oliver brought his hands to Owen's face and pulled him into a deep kiss - not heated, no, it was slow, soft, and loving. Backing it up was nothing but love and adoration, the lustful, passionate kisses saved for a different atmosphere. No, this kiss was more as if Oliver were trying to savour the moment - this one, in particular, with him holding onto Owen and both of them here. Safe. Together. Because deep down, he knew they'd be separated. But deep down, he also knew there was no way he'd not find Owen.
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Post by Bella on Sept 7, 2014 0:45:04 GMT -5
Owen returned the kiss desperately, almost as if he was trying to crawl into Oliver's flesh and stay there -- stay where they could be together. A strange, weird bubbling emotion started deep in his stomach, baffling him with it's unknown. He didn't know this feeling, he had never experienced it before. All at once it seemed to break free and a tortured sob broke from his chest, startling him in it's intensity. He had never felt so strongly for one person in his life before; he loved Oliver enough that the thought of loosing him made him break down and sob like a baby. He clung to Oliver, fevered skin pressed to skin, their scents intermingling and creating a overwhelming feeling in him.
This was right, this feeling was a forever feeling. A crazy thought entered his mind that made him give a sort of cationic, unamused laugh. He reached down, grabbing the covers and pulling it over them -- creating a soft, unpenetrable cocoon. The darkness helped ease some of the desperation clinging to Owen like a second skin, but not all of it. His hand traveled down Olivers side, over his hip and thigh, down to the back of his leg and behind his knee. His large arm wrapped around it, pulling the leg to wrap around his waist and bringing them closer together. He let out a painful moan, pushing himself into the open space moving his leg had created and plasted himself to Oliver, needing to be all over him. Needed to be grounded by him. "It's not the same." He whispered sadly, "It wouldn't be the same." His voice broke on the last word, so he leaned forward to bury his nose into Oliver's neck, hiding his face and anguish that he knew so clearly broke out over his face.
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Post by Cryssalis on Sept 7, 2014 0:55:33 GMT -5
Oliver wished he knew how to soothe Owen, but all he'd ever known was how to protect someone physically. Emotions generally weren't his thing - he had a hard time with social skills. His hands traveled Owen's body, but not in a sexual manner. To simply let him know he was there, he was real, this was real.
A companion groan lifted from Oliver's throat in reply to Owen, and he wrapped his leg tight around Owen, tightening their already-closeness. Oliver shook his head, his nose brushing Owen's face in the dark cocoon. He ran his fingers through Owen's hair, frowning softly into the darkness. "Owen..." He murmured, his voice just above a whisper. "What do you mean it's not the same?" He asked gently, tilting his head so that his face pressed against Owen's head, and he once again inhaled that familiar scent. "We're together. And that's not changing." His grip tightened, and he really didn't want to think about things like this now. But it was clearly upsetting Owen, and Oliver was scrambling to pick up the pieces. "If we get separated, we'll find our way back to each other." He brushed his finger tips over Owen's face, and then gripped his jaw in his palm, pushing Owen back so that they were face to face in the dark space. "Don't worry, please. I can't stand to see you like this." Oliver murmured gently, "We'll figure it out when the time comes. For now, let's just enjoy this. Us."
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Post by Bella on Sept 7, 2014 1:14:25 GMT -5
Owen moaned, almost painfully but nodded against Oliver's flesh. His nose ran along his skin during the motion, creating the scent Owen desperately needed, inhaling it like a drug. He clung to Oliver's words even though he didn't necessarily think it was true. He felt like every day, every minute, every second he was drifting further away from Oliver even though he was clinging on with all his strength. Owen leaned back and down, capturing Olivers lips and let out a soft noise, loosing himself in the feeling of being skin on skin again. His mouth softly opened to draw Oliver in, trying to get closer. He'd never experienced needing to get so close to another human being before. He couldn't seem to get close enough, no matter how close together they were. He broke off the kiss, nuzzling Oliver under the neck and placing a kiss there, enjoying the taste, the feeling of Olivers pulse beating in sync with his own. He found that dazzling, getting distracted. He lifted his head to stare down at Olivers face, a soft smile shining through the tears streaking down his face. His hands came up to enclose Olivers face, bringing his lips back down to his again. Owen felt like he could never get tired of kissing and touching Oliver, even if it wasn't sexual in any way, just a undying craving to be close. To find that one person he had already found at his young age.
"How did I manage to find you?" He murmured in the dark, his fingers trailing softly down Oliver's bare chest, his heat burning his fingertips. In the dull, almost pitch black light he watched his fingers in rapture. He leaned down to press a kiss over Oliver's chest, right where his heart was; feeling it beat like a steady drum over and over again. The sound and feeling calmed Owen down more than words could. He knew the heart he could feel like his own already belonged to him. Owen owned it, and he treasured it, even if he couldn't be with Oliver physically.
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Post by Crys on Sept 8, 2014 14:41:22 GMT -5
Oliver felt like there was fire licking just beneath his skin, and this was such a different feeling from arousal that it made him moan in pure bliss. This wasn't lust. This was pure passion, and fire, and need. Oliver returned the desperation in Owen's kisses with just as much intensity, nuzzling himself as close to his lover as he could.
Oliver chuckled at Owen's words, his skin tingling and jumping under Owen's fingers. Jesus, everything this boy did, it drove him crazy. "Well, we both committed heinous crimes and were deemed unfit for society, and so we were sent to this school," Oliver replied, partly teasing. "And then you saw this weird guy sitting in the cafeteria all by himself, and you just couldn't resist making friends." He brushed his fingers though Owen's hair, smiling softly into the darkness. "And the rest was history." His arms snaked around Owen's body, bringing him closer into an embrace. Despite his joking tone, he could feel the same need. The same desperation to hold onto something despite knowing it will slip away. Owen couldn't stay with him, and who knew what would transpire while Oliver was still locked up in the school, and Owen was out in the world? Anything could happen. That terrified Oliver, because perhaps Owen would find someone better out there. Someone not so confused. Someone who could love him better than Oliver ever could. But for Owen, Oliver kept a straight face and a smile plastered on his lips. He didn't need Owen worrying anymore, or crying, because that had startled Oliver more than he'd ever thought it would. He hated it when Owen cried, he realized.
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Post by Bella on Sept 9, 2014 22:39:39 GMT -5
Owen chuckled lightly at Oliver's reply. "If you want to call making out, making friends, then I'd never want to hear you say you made another friend." He replied jokingly, trailing his hand down Oliver's neck. He was intent where he was touching him; every move calculated and watching Oliver intently when he did. His crave to touch sensually didn't mean he wasn't aroused by Oliver, it just meant he had a purpose behind every touch. It wasn't desire tinged with animalistic passion, it was desire tinged with love. He ran his fingers up through Olivers blonde hair, savoring the silky texture of it before he tighting his hands into it lovingly. He loved Olivers hair. He loved Olivers face, his voice, his smell. Everything. With a small groan he leaned down to capture Oliver's lips again, effectively ending conversation for a moment. His large hand slid behind Oliver's back, forcing him to arch against his chest, the feeling of bare skin to skin causing his to set fire. His kisses started to tinge more toward desire side, his other hand sliding down Olivers side to lift his leg around his hip, holding it there with one hand while his mouth did the talking...in a rather untalkative way.
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