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![[*]](./images/pretend/default_icon.gif) posted on 4-9-2009 at 07:10 PM |
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Hunters. Ah, that would've made him laugh but perhaps it was true. He did hunt so much, for tricks to take on home, but still. Being compared to this
guy who probably took out some 44 caliber rifle and shot deer was just amusing to him. Oh, how little he did know, but how little this man seemed to
know either. He wasn't any pushover, he wasn't just some tall skinny guy who could be easily scared off with a few threats of physical retalation. He
just didn't care about things like that. Hard to when you hoped and planned on dying in a few years time, after all.
Right now, all he was out for was to have fun. Torment and taunt all he wanted, get hit around and hit some around and right now if this guy didn't
stop talking about tossing and hurting him and not start doing it... why, god, he might grow bored. And he didn't want that, taking that daring chance
to press that deep kiss into the others lips, crushing into them and taking that chance he'd caught him off guard to shove him. Not so weak afte
rall, it seemed. Just took a good chance and he could send the guy toppling over, unabel to help his small laugh at the site of him falling over like
some log, kneeling down after him to watch him with all those dares still.
And finally he came through. Clive yelping in shock as he was grabbed up, only to grow quite pleased with the situation as he was chucked into that
stream, man atop him as his brows raised up at him.. that is, before he was just shoved with his face into the shallow water. Gagging on it for those
few moments, enjoying the blackening sight around him but his body fighting insctively, hands gripping hard into the mans jean clad thighs until he
was let back up. And asked if he'd dare him again? Laughing, once more, head resting back in that stream as the cold water ran against his head,
looking up at the guy atop him without much interest save for how good it looked to see him up there. "No." Oh, finally? Wasn't going to push him?
Well, how could he in a position like this, just grabbing out instead at him, fingers snatching that long hair up before he yanked him down against
him, this time fully claiming him in a kiss and not just for the reason to shove him off.
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| posted on 4-9-2009 at 10:04 PM |
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Who needed a gun when you had built in weapons of a wolf? Though there was a rifle in his house for those times when he needed to scare off
trespassers face to face. He had to wonder if that would have even worked with Clive, if the man came up to his house and Caden pulled out his 44
would the guy have turned to go away or kept walking forward in a dare to see if the trigger would be pulled. Lucky for Clive there was no visible
weapon in site for him to be tempted with, just his hands which on their own could cause enough damage. Though with that surprising strength this guy
had hidden away on what he originally believed to be a thin muscle less body things might not be as easy as Caden had first believed.
Though if he knew that just standing still without showing any reaction would have caused Clive to become bored and possibly leave then Caden would
have stayed perfectly still and not reached out to yank that body beneath his own. But as it was he was clueless of this so went on natural instinct
of ‘teach the prey a lesson’. As if that would work with this one.
Just holding that face sideways, pressing it hard into the rocks as the body struggled for air beneath his expressionless face before finally letting
Clive up for air. No idea it was enjoyable for Clive to have his sight blacking out and the feeling of losing consciousness filling his head, he was
definitely in for many surprises with this one. Though Caden was enjoying the entire ordeal, not even minding those hands gripping hard at his
thighs as Clive came up … laughing. Laughing? What the hell? Head laying back in the water with black hair floating in the shallow stream and
looking all the pleased man who was having a grand time. Caden was beyond stunned at this point. Who the hell was this guy? Good god! That no
actually not as surprising now, just made him feel flabbergasted by everything instead before he was suddenly being yanked by his hair down for a full
on lip to lip contact.
Hell! What kind of sick bastard was this? Getting his rocks off by nearly drowning? It was confusing yet Caden could not say he was not enjoying
himself as well. He was getting to toss a man around which was always amusing to him, and how could he deny getting physical made a guy want to …
well, get physical. That wet mouth slanting over his now as he could only grip that black hair roughly and press his own lips hard to take what he
wanted. The kiss may have started with Clive but Caden was in charge now, demanding and leading as he kissed Clive roughly before one hard nip to
that bottom lip and suddenly yanking that wet dark hair down until the other’s head was slamming into the tiny pebbles beneath. He could only smirk
at his enjoyment of the sound of rock hitting skull and made not one sound or voiced one comment as he sat there straddling Clive with his hands
braced on either side of the man.
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Who knew what he'd do. He'd been on the other end of a gun once, he'd just been quick enough and young enough at the time to actually care. Want to
fight out against it, knock it out of his hand fast enough and get out. Now days? Who knew if he'd chance it and walk forward, when you felt like
nothing was worth much anymore but a good time, how bad of a time could dying be? Not that bad, he figured. Those few moments of his head beneath the
water were good enough for him, the blackness around it actually making you feel damn alive. How did you even know you were alive if you didn't know
you could die? It felt good.
Maybe he was a sick bastard, but he couldn't care, grinning up at that man above him as he just laughed, seeing the confusion on his face but not even
caring, just pulling him in closer. Claiming those lips, wet from that cold stream but heated in every movement as slender fingers dug into his hair.
Pulled him closer, feeling the hands grabbing at him now and the notion returned. His eyes opening wide for a moment as he felt the man just taking
charge, fighting out against it as his fingers shoved through his hair, gripping him hard and that tongue dragging out against him, past those lips,
pushing further up against him only to find himself shoved back. Head slammed into the rocks beneath him, the crack resounding even in his head as he
just lay there still for a moment, eyes lazily looking up at the man there, leaning over him still as pale hands gripped at his forearms. Squeezing at
his flesh, amused by the whole ordeal still but it was harder to laugh when your head was pulsing like a mine. "Knew you'd kiss back." Speaking then,
spare hand running down his side with those nails lightly etching against hi, teasing that hem of his pants just to get a rise. "Kissed me up real
good-" His voice a whisper as he leaned on back, lips running against his shoulder as he teased against his collarbone with quiet amusement even in
his aching head. "Maybe next i'll teach you to roll over-"
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Caden
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| posted on 4-10-2009 at 02:32 AM |
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Exactly. Who knew with this guy! He was one surprise after another and Caden had no idea what the hell was going on here or why he ended up kissing
the bastard like that. It wasn’t as though he actually liked this guy, and you certainly didn’t kiss people you didn’t like. At least Caden didn’t.
The man was annoying and utterly bewildering with every word and action so how was it that once their lips touched in such a way after that display of
violence he suddenly found himself aggressively kissing the man? He couldn’t even begin to understand it or even want to quiet honestly. So
naturally to make up for the otherwise confusing situation Caden went back to what he knew best – violence.
That cracking sound of skull hitting rocks bringing a pleased smirk to his face as he straddled Clive and looked with a near look of contentment on
his face. And thankfully there was no manic laughing coming from the man beneath him, just a lazy look without pain or even worry of more damage.
And Caden being a man of few words said nothing as they merely looked at one another for several long moments, nearly white eyes locked with black
with only their breathing and the sounds of the stream filling the silence. But even that did not last long as Clive had to speak, cocky as ever
which made Caden snort in response and roll his eyes. He just let the man do the touching Clive seemed to like so much, nails running up his side and
causing goose bumps to form on his arms from the contact and those whispered words came floating out near his shoulder just as slender hands moved to
tease the waist of his pants. That kissing on his shoulder and up to his collarbone had lids fluttering closed until that next roll over comment came
out. “I don’t think you will be teaching me anything.” His hands moving swiftly to snag both of Clive’s wrists, his grip rough as he slammed them
down into the water just above that dark head and held them together with one large hand. His body leaned down until their noses were nearly touching
now. “You are the one who needs to be taught a few lessons. We start with how to keep you quiet.” That last part whispered out as his lips grazed
Clive’s in a simple tease as his teeth racked along the bottom lip without any gentleness to it at all.
A kiss was inevitable at this point, or so it seemed. Except his free hand had been busy during this little exchange, dipping into his pocket and
pulling out a blue and white handkerchief he kept which was now out and being stuffed into Clive’s half opened mouth. Caden could only grin now, a
rarity but he was utterly pleased with shutting Clive up at the moment. Even leaning down to plant a loud kiss on top of that handkerchief just for
the hell of it.
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Why he ended up kissing him like that? Wasn't it self explanitory? It was because of who he was, the fact he was just so damn good. Irresistable,
even to a guy who thought he hated him. As if he could do that. He gave in quick enough, after all, the intensity of that kiss nearly catching even
Clive offgaurd, but not for too long. Getting into it just to have his head smashed back, he the one hurt this time and not even laughing about it,
looking up at him with those cold eyes as that dark head of his just pounded with the pressure buiding up around him. At least he was up soon
enough, nothing could keep him down it seeemed. Especially with such a delictable target on top of him. How did this man expect to prove a point if he
was straddling on top of him and just giving Clive every thought possible?
Making him want even more of him, hands roaming and touching him, grinning as the male just snorted in response to him, amused by the others lack of
amusement with the situation. So serious, wasn't he? Clive just wanting to loosen him on up, lips dragging against that bare skin he was so lucky to
have before him, taking full advantage of it.. that is, until he was shove dback. Hands gripped up in a flash as his body was slammed back into those
rocks and that cold water, pinned atop him as his head just cocked back to look at the red head on top of him. Getting all the closer, noses brushing
as he let his lips sneak out, trying to steal that kiss that was but a moment away from him as he heard that little lecture on needed to be taught.
"Is this where I beg you to teach me a lesson because I'm a naughty boy?" Now he was the one snorting, about to break out those sarcastic defenses
only to find his mouth silenced with that handkerchief. Loud kiss placed atop it, his brows narrowing towards him as eyes glared up at him, power of
that well worked tongue able to jsut shove it out a moment later and spit it up at the man with a snarl. "Fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you
are?" Doing that... to him!
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
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Cocky bastard wasn’t he? Just thinking himself oh so good no matter what was going on. As if that were possible. Maybe it was just the fact Caden
was so rarely touched, and now with so much attention being paid to his body it was merely inevitable that he would fall victim to those needs so
rarely met inside of him. It wasn’t as if under normal circumstances he would even glance this slender man’s way with an ounce of interest
inside of him. He could only hope that was exactly true. Though really Caden wasn’t thinking too much about it, just going with the flow here and
living with whatever moment was in front of him with no thought of what would come or what would have been.
Though as he leaned down to plant the kiss atop that handkerchief he was feeling happier than he had in a while, it was so rare he got a chance to
play with another like this after all. Like a little boy finding a playmate he was thrilled to have this man trapped beneath him as his own personal
toy for a little while. Odd how only a few nights before Clive was thinking very similar thoughts of Caden yet now it was switched around - his toy
now, his trapped prey to do with as he desired. Even if he wasn’t exactly sure what that desire was at the moment.
Apparently it was to simply be amused. That hankie being pushed out by the other as Caden looked on like a bored man watching the grass grow while
being cursed and that demand of who did he think he was. “I’m the guy who has you pinned, buddy, that’s who I am.” Head cocking like a curious pup
now as he looked down into those angry black eyes, “I take it you are not happy being out of control? You like to be the one … making all the moves?”
Now it was his hand that was traveling down the other’s chest, his hand that dipped along the hem of black pants. But he wasn’t as hesitant as the
other, that calloused hand moving further down until it reached the base of its prize to simply tease with rough fingers as he caressed.
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Well, yeah. Of course he found himself to be that good, because he well, was that fucking good. That much of a catch, that much of a catch
and this man should just be glad he was getting the attention. Even if he hadn't been given that attention, even if Clive hadn't been interested he'd
be a fool to deny he didn't want it. Everyone wanted him, and if they didn't they were only fooling themselves out of one of the best things
they could have. And did this stranger want to be a fool? No one did.
At least Clive could be proud he'd given the man that moment of happiness - hah! Letting him feel so good, as if Clive cared. Better ways to feel that
good and self assured, frowning up at him as he just sat up there smirking, spitting out that handcherchiek as it splashed into the water beside them
with a snarl. Fuck him! Honestly. He was only angry now, watching the man above him becoming so cocky now that he had control. Saying shit
like that, kicking his legs but doing not a thing as that taunting began.
"Fuck. You." His voice stern and deep, staring at him then as that head cocked, his own just falling back against that stream, soaking wet from it by
now and all he'd been tossed around in it, those expensive clothes catching too much nature for his taste but seemed to be catching something more
now as he felt those hands running down his chest, body winding against them but his glare never ending even still. "What makes you think I'm not in
control right now?" Voice challenging, entire demenor changing as that front went up, hips pushing up against that grasp only to feel him take it
fully on, head rolling back against the stream with a low groan he just couldn't stop, biting into his lip with fluttering lids. "Oh, fuck." Yeah. He
was so in control.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
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… very cocky bastard this one. Believing he was all that and a bag of chips it seemed. Even Caden at his most confident never believed himself to be
that great, nor did he want too. It was all a matter of taste really, not everyone could want one single person! Please! It wasn’t as if Caden was
attracted to tall overly pale black haired men with tight lean muscles hidden away along with a cocky attitude and had boundary issues.
Please. Not his type in any way! And that only meant he was playing around with Clive for entertainment purposes only, it was not as if he had any
desire to rip off those pants like the animal he was and take what he wanted in this shallow water without one single care. Please. None of that was
like Caden at all.
It was just all circumstantial thing right now, just right place at right time … or wrong place at wrong time however you wanted to look at this. And
right now wasn’t so bad really, not with the man kicking out and struggling to get free, as if that were even possible with Caden pinning him down.
It seemed lessons needed to taught here, and now that number one was out of the way (though could use some more practice) it was time for lesson two.
And that lesson was that someone else could control Mr. Clive Ballantine right now. One eyebrow cocking up as the prey asked such a foolish question
and Caden just let his hand wrap around that length’s base as he enjoyed watching the look which passed over that pale wet face. Those hips coming up
to meet his grasp as the curse filtered out and his hand slid down the length then back up again as he leaned down to those slick lips. “If you are
so in control why don’t you undo your pants so I can have full access?” A dare both knew could not be accomplished considering the hold Caden had on
Clive right now, both his wrists held firmly in that strong calloused hand and his heavy body keeping the smaller pinned exactly where he wanted
him.
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Well, people were different. He was all that and if someone didn't want to believe it they were the ones just fooling themselves, not him. This man
was just fooling himself if he wanted to keep pretending he didn't want him. If the way he wasn't leaving him just in that creek sign enough, the fact
his body was over his and the way he had him pinned just telling so much. He was wanted, and he knew that much. Even if the man refused to believe
himself attracted to a man like him. Clive knew he was. And was reveling in it.
Even if he was sort of tied up at the moment. Pinned down, rocks digging against his back as he arched away from them, feeling the pressure of that
body atop his asnd that hand. Oh, fuck. The hand, gripping at him, nails tearing at that hand pinning them down but not going anywhere, groaning
softly as those white teeth dug into his lips, growing all the louder as he felt the hand wrapping about the base of him as he began to tease him.
Work him, writhing up against him as his eyes just shut, savoring that moment and the feeling as he watched the larger man atop him growing all the
more excited with the passing moments. Liking it, wanting it, he did, didn't he? Even if he couldn't control his hands, couldn't control the moment
Clive knew he controled the desire the man had for him, smirking at him for a slow moment before his hips just bucked with the feeling of his hand on
him, and those lips dipping in against his. Telling him to undo his pants if he ahd control. So he could have full access.
Clive's head nearly spun off right then, lips parting in a needy groan out against the others, not even thinking anymore as he sucked up that bottom
lip in need, nipping at him and just wanting to touch the man who was controling him in that moment. Owning him entirely not that give and take he'd
ever had before with another. He was just a whim to the mans fancy now, and he couldn't help but love it. "Fuck. Fuck! You do it, please-" Whoa,
wait... what? Begging now? Sanity really had gone out the window.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
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He wasn’t really fooling himself. Caden knew if they had met under normal circumstances he would not have paid Clive a passing glance. A man like
him was just not what usually attracted Caden. He didn’t like those slick city types who looked as though they were afraid to get their hands dirty,
he like someone who could go hiking with him or didn’t mind bathing in the creek considering he didn’t exactly have a bathroom in his house. But a
man like this who smelled like fancy shampoo was in no way the norm for him.
But it didn’t mean he would let an opportunity like this pass him by, oh no. Not when he had this cocky conceded guy pinned down to do with as he
wished. That was something that no one could pass up. How could anyone miss the opportunity to get an obviously controlling man to wither and beg
beneath your touch? It was just too good, though not surprising considering he fully expected Clive to beg before he even considered giving him more
pleasure. So as that mouth sucked his bottom lip Caden moved his hand to that belt and in one quick motion had it undone and the button and zipper
free at lightning speed, his eager hand yanking those pants down as his hand cupped the hard length through those wet black boxer briefs. His hand
wrapped around him as best he could through the material as he ripped his lip from those teeth, “Since you said please …” Smirk on his face as he
pulled that underwear off with his one hand until they exposed all he wanted to see. Just looming over Clive with no touching save for his legs
pinning the man down and his hand holding those wrists, it was his eyes doing the caressing as he looked over what was his now.
“Not bad.” Ha. His rough hand moving back to that prize to work the hard length as his body leaned down to ‘let’ Clive have his lips again. His own
teeth biting into that soft flesh of the bottom lip while he reveled in the moans beneath him and the way this lean body was moving underneath as if
it too were silently begging for it to never stop.
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But did you ever meet Clive under 'normal' circumstaces? Of course not. You etiher met him when he wanted you, or he just moved along himself. But he
wanted this man, and he'd gone after him... and clearly, gotten in way over his head. A first for him, surely, never having been the type to give up
more than he ever had to yet here he was.... enjoying this. Enjoying being pinned to those cold rocks as that man towered above him, light fading
between the trees and sunset already begining to fall as he lay there. Taking it. And loving it, hips winding up against that hand that gripped him,
sucking on those lips so close to his without any care at all. He wanted him now, and he wans't afraid to show it, even if it was weak of him.
His body was just too weak to fight it. Too full of that desire to want to push away, the thought of even trying to a sin to him now. Feeling that
hand pulling at the belt of his pants, hisp raising up and just letting him have all he needed. All that access, slacks tugged down his legs, boxer
briefs exposed but soon gone aswell as he was reminded just because he said please he would. He could have this, groaning just at the sound of the
mans voice against him. Not even being touched, looking up at those eyes devouring him as he struggled against that grip on his hands, just wanting to
be free now. Free to touch, he wouldn't go anywhere now. Not with this going on.
Although he couldn't help but growl as he was told he wasn't 'bad', eyes rolling as he just smirked up at the man then with that confidence that never
seemed to leave quite clear. "It's damn good, that's what-" Cut off by the contact of those lips against his, biting into him as he moaned without any
filter. "Fuck-" Seemed all he could say now, lips crushing up against the others with all the intensity he held, tongue lashing out against him to
delve in and take all he could, aching and hard now... never quite the way he'd imagined this encounter to turn out at all. How did he get himself
into these sitautions? Or more rather... why didn't he let it happen more often?
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
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They were so different yet oddly the same. They simply went about things differently, yet both were reminiscent of overgrown children in so many
ways. Both, in their own way, were hunters who went after the prey of their choosing, both steadfast until they had what they wanted or grew bored of
the chase. And both, until now, were the ones who trapped the quarry beneath them and had their way. But it was inevitable when you had two strong
dominate men together that one would have to submit, and that man would in no possible way be Caden.
And how could Clive complain? Now when he was getting worked over so well with only one hand showing him how good things could be if he just laid
there like a good little boy and took it. That domination only adding to the pleasure as his hand slid along that hard length while his lips curved
against Clive’s as the man had to defend himself over that earlier comment. Hit his mark just as planned it seemed, but all was forgotten soon enough
as his toy couldn’t seem to speak any word but that curse. Their lips crushed together now as Caden pushed the other’s tongue back into that mouth,
he was the one doing the kissing here, not the other way around. It was his tongue inside that hot mouth tangling with Clive’s while that large
calloused hand worked him below. His body so pressed against the man’s that Clive could hardly even move in his watery prison, not as if the guy
could complain though. Ha.
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Until they had what they wanted. And they certaintly had that now, even if it wasn't exactly how Clive had planned for things to be... well, he
couldn'y deny he wanted this now. He'd wanted the man to begin with, and if it took him lying on his back and just taking what he was given, he'd do
it. Like he'd even argue with that, hands tied up above his head like that and his pants already down and for once, Clive had not a thing to complain
about. Out of power but he didn't even mind, the feeling too much to challenge.
Even if he had to defend himself, body writhing against his and breath heaving in his chest as the man gripped at him, aching as he tried so hard to
kiss him only to be shoved back again. Brows narrowed at even being denied that control, but not able to stay so for long as wet lips slid along the
others, tongue tangling in with his and going against everything people seemed to think as he just submitted. And loved every second of it, moaning up
against him as his hips raised all the further, trying to pull his hands out of that grasp that was held on him, wanting to just touch, feel more,
pushing up at that strong grip with a groan. "Fuck, bastard! Let my hands go-"
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
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Out of power, just the way Caden wanted the man to be. Helpless and withering beneath him in that chilly shallow water now. No way to even pretend it
wasn’t what both of them wanted right now, he certainly was feeling very pleased. Even if it wasn’t his own body getting that physical touch it was
just what he wanted for now. All he wanted from the moment this guy started touching and teasing at him as though Caden could possibly be some little
toy to bat around as a cat would do with a mouse. He had put up with it as long as he could before pouncing and pinning his own long lean mouse to
that pebbled service to torture in the absolute best way possible.
Caden was not giving him even the slightest bit of control here, especially not after being played by this man on two occasions now. He was not even
letting the guy have a tiny bit of power to control a kiss. This was his show now and he was the one who would have Clive withering and begging while
tied down and unable to get free. But even laying there getting pleasured the guy just couldn’t be satisfied. Had to fight for control. “Okay.”
Just that easy. One request and Caden let his wrists free, except that wasn’t all he let go. That hard length he had been working was left as well,
he just shifting to sit with one knee up and his arm resting atop it looking completely relaxed down at Clive. “Well … you’re free. So go on and get
out once you … pull your pants up.” A rare humor on his face as his eyes flicked down to where the guy was exposed before looking back up into those
black eyes with his own face as lazy and careless as ever.
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He hadn't been this overpowered in so long, to just be shoved over like that... he couldn't deny himself how good it felt. A man so strong on top of
you, fuck, even Clive was weak for it. Especially in this moment, weakened in every way nd his mind was still just fighting with the thought of how
much he was giving up, but his body didn't care. He wanted it. And he wasn't letting it go, didn't want to be let go, he just need more... more to
touch, more to have...
But of course, it jsut wasn't that simple.
Shouting at him to let his hands go, fuck, he'd hardly thought the guy would listen, but he had. Just backing off with that passive 'okay', Clive's
brows raising but soon turning to a deep frown as he pulled off entirely. Off his dick, naked with that pale ass in the water and a damned hard on
showing off so proud, snarling back at the man as he was told to just go. Once he could get his pants up? "Fuck that-" Not caring or thinking as he
was up then, moving as he just lunged for the man, gripping hard at his mess of red hair as he pulled him in for that kiss, tongue sliding out
against his and his other hand... well, it definetely found it's place. Against the other's pants, already knowing just what he was going for as he
found it, not hesitating anymore as he dipped in to take a full hold of it with those long, cold fingers and that dark snarl that burst out against
his lips. "I didn't say that i was done yet-"
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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And he hadn’t dominated to this extreme in a very long time. But then again Caden wasn’t exactly the type of guy who got laid daily … or weekly. And
on rare times even monthly. It wasn’t as though he were not interested in sex on a daily basis, it was just that he was busy and only got around to
thinking about sex when it had been a while or he saw someone he liked which spurred the interest within him. He certainly hadn’t felt the ‘need’ on
the subway the other night, only annoyed and uncomfortable with all the touching, yet out here in his territory Caden could not deny the raw need
coursing through his body and had no desire to.
But the guy had to go and mess up the nice flow they had going here, that demand met casually as he agreed so willingly … to the extreme. Just
letting go of Clive in every way and knowing that was not what the man truly wanted or needed right now. But lessons had to be taught … tsk tsk. It
was not as if he believed for one minute the guy would obey his last command to merely leave, if he thought it might really happy he would have been
ready to pounce in earnest. Instead the guy decided he would be the one to pounce now, and boy did he ever.
That mouth latching on to his and cold wet hand dipping down into his pants to … “Damn.” His own curse now as his hand came up to grip that wet
shirt. His other gripped black hair and just pulled Clive in to deepen that kiss now as chilled fingers were wrapped around his hard length and
sliding along making him tremble from both the cold of it and the actual touch. And he just let Clive be for now, no way he could deny himself this
when it felt far too good. His hand slipping down from that shirt to his own jeans to undo the button and unzip them, just needing to give full
access before he once again took control. Oddly gentle as he shifted their positions to where Clive was beneath him once more, their bodies nearly
matched in height made them a perfect pair right now. Two hard lengths touching against dampened skin as his moaned out against that hot mouth. His
hand coming to take back what it lost, greedy to continue where he left off as his body pressed against Clive’s with such growing need.
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How could he live like that? Live wihtout having it every day, fuck. Clive was so addicted to the pleasure and feelings of life he couldn't go long
without having to have something. Anything, needing that touch and needing to take all he could have. And this man, he was giving him it. More than
he'd even asked for, holding onto him as he was pinned into that water. And then just let go. Dissapointed and growling, crawling up after him without
any care for the reprocussions. He just damn well pounced, taking him and all he wanted as that hand went for his length with a hard grip. Toying with
him as his teeth dragged out against his lip with a moan, pale fingers wrapped about him and constrained by those pants, although not for long.
The red head was already moving to take them off, finally taking that full grip of him that just had him moaning at the mere feel of it in his hand.
Taken offgaurd then though as he was rolled over, a bit gently as his back touched the bank of grass, lips running against his jawline and scraping
that stubble as he could only groan, hips pressing up against the man as their bodies touched, that dark shirt of his slick and sticking to his skin
still as nails raked up the mans back, clutching him hard as he thrust up to grind against him, head falling back against the grass with a low groan,
and that infamous smirk just shot up to him in dark amusement of the whole situation, finally taking a turn in the right direction. A little control,
that's all he asked for - and having it just made it so much better.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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He lived without having sex every day quiet easily. There had been many times in his life where Caden stayed with someone or vice versa for weeks or
sometimes months at a time where such a thing was a multiple time a day occurrence, yet that did not mean he then had to have sex several times a day
for the rest of his days. Besides it was often the case he was gone from sun up to long after midnight where he would just collapse in his bed for a
few hours then start all over again. He kept busy, he had things which occupied his mind far too much for sex to stay there nonstop. Though there
were times he needed the release and sought it out, and other times it just … well, fell into his lap like Clive here.
So unexpected yet welcome now that he had it. Caden tugging his jeans down further so more skin would touch , his hand coming up to rip that black
material as though it were paper now. Wanting to press his body completely to his pale one as his head dipped down to one hard nipple. He took it
in his mouth to nip even as his hand was wrapped around Clive’s length as the man just grinded against his with those lean hips just begging for his
hand to roughly grip and guide in the way he desired. And he desired a lot right now as he moved those legs apart all the more, lips dragging up from
where that tongue had been circling one hard wet nipple until he captured that hot mouth once again. His hand busy worked Clive without fail while
his other dipped into his pocket for what a man could never leave home without no matter who he was. He slipped it over himself without ever taking
his lips from Clive’s and his hand never stopped giving the man more to moan and grind up for before his tip, slick from the water around them, found
exactly where he wanted to go. And without one word exchanged or permission asked Caden eased the head inside as he groaned out and bit down into
Clive’s bottom lip as he slowly eased his way inside.
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Well, good for him. Clive didn't care, he just needed it. Whenever and however he could have it, didn't matter until he had that satisfaction. Even if
this man never had it again after this moment, Clive could hardly care because he'd gotten what he'd wanted from him. That friction, the feeling of
his skin up against his, even if the tables had been turned. So thinking he'd come in to just overpower that larger man and throw him over as he'd
done so many, only to find it hard to do a thing at all but let him have his way. Let him just throw him down with his back against the grass, and
Clive had not a single complaint in his mind over it. Not when it felt so damn good, nails dragging hard against his back, no idea in his mind or
realization of how quickly the wounds healed over. He was just too lost, too...
Oh, fuck. Could he help but be mad at the man as he rippd his shirt off, eyes narrowing with a low growl as he saw that expensive fabric just ripped,
cast off on the ground... but oh, he couldn't stay so mad for long. Head thrown back as those lips wrapped around his nipple, the bite rising such a
deep growl within his chest as he could only just arch up into it. "Fuck-" And it only got better, tongue winding against his body until their lips
were captured again, parting as he could only just pant against them, tongue clashing and mangling with the other males as his back was dug into the
grass below, bank of that creek lapping against them as long fingers dug into that red hair. Gripping it, yanking it and him in closer and at the
seeming perfect time aswell. Feeling that tip against his entrance as his body trembled, pale legs cast up and around him as eyes narrowed with a
growl as he heard that groan and felt him easing into him.
"Oh shit-" His voice nearly squeaking out, broken from the intenisty of the moment as fingers ripped at his hair, body arching up against him with a
low swear with his head just thrown back. Biting down into his lip as those hips rose up, meeting up with him with a deep groan, biting hard into the
males bottom lip without any care, not with the pain of what he was getting from him... although it couldn't be that bad, way he was moaning like some
of the sluts he fucked over.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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Not as if Caden would be surprised to know that Clive did not care about what sort of sex life he had. One thing which was very obvious was the fact
the man only cared about one person – and that was Clive Ballantine. But the man had his own surprise this evening since there was no way his original
plan would work out. But wasn’t this one so much better? This new plan with him pressed against the bank, shirt being ripped off and that hard
nipple taken into Caden’s mouth. Biting at it before letting his tongue circle and lips tug as the man beneath him moaned out and his lips dragged
their way up to that mouth once more.
No care if the guy was going to get pissy over the ruined shirt, those pants were no good by now anyway soaking wet and coated in mud by now. What
was one more article of clothing lost? Ha. Not as if Clive would care about it for now with so much more to pay attention too. Such as his length
easing inside that tight hole, both men lost in that moment as his hair was being ripped at and that pale body arching up with swears while Caden just
helped him along with biting that lip. “Damn.” About as harsh as his curses went, eyes closing for a moment as he moved within that body, his nails
now racking down those lean sides as his tongue dipped inside Clive’s mouth as he thrust forward once more. It was so good, and had been so long,
Caden lost in that mouth and body now as he rocked inside and his own moans matching the body he moved within now.
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Of course he didn't care for anyone else if they weren't meeting his needs. He really couldn't give half a care if this guy wanted something, that is,
until Clive wanted it too. Clive had come at him with all that want, rushing him with that desire to have him... even if it had turned around int he
end, he'd gotten it. Didn't care if he was on his back or the one on top now, just as long as he had this man. And had him he did, nails digging into
his flesh with a dark growl, never a thought in his mind of anything but that single moment.
That contact between them, the feel of him pushing inside as he groaned out, tearing into his own lip with a small hiss as he felt him deep inside.
"Oh god-" He was out of his mind, entire body aching with the intrusion but not wanting to stop anything. Lips dragging against his as they connected,
tongue sliding out against the others open mouth that parted with that swear, Clive just grinning up at him with that devillish smile of his. Body
shivering down it's way as those hands ran down his slender sides, legs tossed up and wrapping tight around the man as he filled him entirely, bodies
rocking together as the forest fell darker around them, body ground down into the dirty beneath them as he lunged up, teeth tearing into the mans
shoulder with a low, humble scream broke out, muffled by the flesh he was tearing into, tears nearly stinging in his eyes but only from how good it
was, dragging him in closer as that wordless beg for him to give him even more.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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Oh, Clive definitely wanted it now, and so did Caden. Aching with it now, that need so powerful and driving them both on as their bodies were linked
and rocking together in the gathering darkness. Caden had to drop his head down so that his forehead pressed against het soft earth and the feelings
overwhelmed him for the longest moment. It had been so long since he felt this. So long since he needed it so badly, this pleasure, this desire,
this need overpowering him nearly so that he had to rest his head and gather the control needed to continue on in that steady pace. It took a lot of
his control to hold back, wanting to slam himself inside of this man over and over as fast as possible until that desire was spent. But he didn’t do
that, couldn’t let himself do that and risk hurting the guy! Hey, he was generally nice. Sometimes.
And he wanted it to last. He did not want this to be some quickie that was over within minutes, he wanted to feel this body wrapped around him and
savor pleasure it brought him for as long as he could. And that meant taking his time. Hands and nails running down Clive’s body as Caden’s head
moved so that lips found the curve of his neck where his tongue flicked out to lick the damp skin there. His hips grinding into him as he groaned out
loudly and bit into that soft flesh as his hand moved to slender thighs. Rough calloused hands gripped smooth skin as he shifted those legs in front
of him until feet were dangling over his shoulder and he could look down at Clive as his hands held hips and he thrust into him over and over. His
nails just digging into that pale skin as sweat began to dampen their skin now instead of the water they were half in and half out of. Those pale
eyes seemed just as bright in the dimming light, if not more, than they had been in full daylight while glaring down at Clive below. Just watching,
taking in every expression and every sound as he claimed it and this body as his own.
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He'd like to say he could take it, he could do anything... but he couldn't. Not with this man, knowing even now with as big as he was it was just hard
enough to take it like he was, let alone anything faster. Or harder. All he was doing was holding onto him, clawing at him as he could just groan out,
pale legs grasping at him and struggling to keep in with the rhythm of the man that towered over him, head resting in the dirt beside Clive as his own
body just writhed beneath his. Unable to keep his hand off himself in that moment, gripping at his length as he began to work along him, the cold air
catching around their sweating flesh and his breath just forming a cloud above them as he gritted through his teeth with that dark groan.
Going mad, that's what he was doing, entire body already begining to ache as he felt the man thrusting within him again, head tossed back with a moan
as he felt his legs grabbed on up. Thrown over the mans shoulders as they hung in the air, covered in mud from the bank, toes curling with a groan as
he felt him thrust in all the deeper. Holding onto his hips as his own arms bent back, gripping into the grass beneath him, fingers tearing at the
blades as he tried to grab against them for support, pushing back against the man as his panting breath hung in the air, heat radiating off their
skin in that cold night as he looked up to see the man just watching him. And he couldn't help but grin, back arching up off the ground towards him as
he pushed him in all the deeper, eyes flashing closed with a groan as he jst moved those hips, taking that bit of control from him as he just rode the
man for that long moment, savoring every second as he just smirked towards him, tongue running out against his lips in that gaudy fashion he always
held.
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
where it will go.
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He was enjoying this in so many ways. The obvious being why he kept moaning out yet being able to tower above this man who was obviously used to
controlling others only added to his pleasure. On his knees looking down at that body withering and working his own length as Caden thrust slowly
into that body had him groaning out with desire for even more. Those pale eyes sliding over that slender frame and down to where long fingers were
wrapped around a perfect cock, working it with a growing need as moans grew all the louder with every thrust he made into that body.
Until those dark eyes locked with his again that is. Cocky smirk Caden could only match with one of his own as Clive’s arms feel back into the grassy
embankment to grip at those blades for support while his body arched upwards with a controlling rhythm. And he let the man have that control for now,
let him pump those narrow hips up to meet his still body, eyes devouring as his nails dragged along smooth skin before coming to a resting point where
that length lay neglected. Couldn’t have that. Caden’s large hand wrapping around it as he slide his warm hands over it, getting a feel of every
vein as he caressed it near lovingly before slowly starting to work it in a pace which matched the one Clive had set for them. His breathing was
growing heavier as he looked down to watch the way their bodies met as Clive thrust upwards to take him over and over again. But he couldn’t let the
guy keep it up, growling out now as his body leaned down with those legs still over his shoulder and pinning Clive completely to the ground as his
hips thrust into that tight body faster with every passing moment. His hand never left that hard cock he couldn’t let himself stop working as his
light eyes looked down to that perfect face with his lips curving with pleasure at what he saw there.
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He didn't care. About having control, that is. He could take it just as good as anyone and damn well love it, like now, body just writhing from
everything the man was giving him and he wasn't complaining for a second. He wanted it, and he was fucking enjoying it. Didn't even think of needing
control now, didn't think of commanding the red headed man, no, he was the one under orders now. Under control, thrust into and owned and he could
hardly just take it, the pressure within his body building and twisting at the pit of his stomach with desire.
It'd been a long time since he'd ever been commanded over, even when Ian tried to it was never like this. He'd always stil been in control even while
taking it, but no.. now he hadn't a thing going for him. Unless the man let him, grabbing into that grass as he thrust up against him, working down on
him in that little show as his teeth gritted together with a groan. "Fuck-" Fuck him. Fuck himself. God, he was just going to burst, clawing into that
grass only to find it coming up, his legs grippd back up and thrown over the man as he was pushed back down. Moaning at just the mere motion of
contact between them only to feel him thrusting all the harder into him, that rough hand wrapped about his length as his body just bucked up against
him, hands slapping up hard against the mans face as nails dug in against it, dragging him down for the contact of lips, biting out against that
bottom lip with a small, out of character squeal, unable to help it as his body bucked, the man just hitting him in that perfect spot, body spasming
around him as Clive could only stare up at him with that dark look of need, gripping at that red hair with all he had. "Gonna give me more yet?"
I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
and stops my mind from wandering
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