11-27-2009, 03:30 AM
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Ooc: psh, he'll enjoy it at the end.
The moment that Strel knew he was definitely about to get laid was a little bit after Leroy ripping off his shorts. That just angered the redhead. Unlike some people, he had actually made his own clothes, now this guy was going around destroying hard work? That pair would look repulsive with the stitches it would take to put it back together and wearing ugly clothing was simply out of the question. Craning his neck as much as he could over his shoulder, the redhead glared as harshly as he could at the drunken husky. He knew that there would be no stopping the guy now, not when he was so delicately perched to do his deed.
Feeling the other rub up against him sent shudders up Strel's spine, nails digging further into the cushioned armrest. The heat on his face was growing, as was the fire in his own belly. As sudden and strange as it was, there was no point in denying that the redhead wanted to have sex. Sure the partner was probably the wrong one, but it didn't seem as if Leroy could be swayed with words. And seeing as Strel had no weapons, that pretty much threw out his only chances right there.
Rolling his eyes at the comment of fighting, the redhead could only let forth a rather bitter sounding scoff. Like he had a choice now? Though the bitterness ebbed away over the seductive tone that Leroy had, which simply led to the fire burning hotter inside. However, the moment that Leroy penetrated him, he had to tightly squeeze his eyes shut as well as bite at his lip. If his nails could go further into the armrest, they would have, maybe even to dig into the wood frame. Needless to say, he found the feeling of it all new, and above all, painful as hell.
Tears welled in his eyes. He fought to blink them away, but they kept coming back. No one warned him it would hurt. Then again, he had no one who could have given him the chance to do so. Though thankfully, the pain slowly receded, and it was bearable enough to stand without holding back a sob or two. Soon, too, did it start to feel more pleasurable, instead of leaving Strel to suffer while Leroy enjoyed the sex. The redhead even dared to push back on the dog, instinctively almost. As instinctive as was possible considering this was his first time and his partner was a drunken husky.
Ooc: psh, he'll enjoy it at the end.
The moment that Strel knew he was definitely about to get laid was a little bit after Leroy ripping off his shorts. That just angered the redhead. Unlike some people, he had actually made his own clothes, now this guy was going around destroying hard work? That pair would look repulsive with the stitches it would take to put it back together and wearing ugly clothing was simply out of the question. Craning his neck as much as he could over his shoulder, the redhead glared as harshly as he could at the drunken husky. He knew that there would be no stopping the guy now, not when he was so delicately perched to do his deed.
Feeling the other rub up against him sent shudders up Strel's spine, nails digging further into the cushioned armrest. The heat on his face was growing, as was the fire in his own belly. As sudden and strange as it was, there was no point in denying that the redhead wanted to have sex. Sure the partner was probably the wrong one, but it didn't seem as if Leroy could be swayed with words. And seeing as Strel had no weapons, that pretty much threw out his only chances right there.
Rolling his eyes at the comment of fighting, the redhead could only let forth a rather bitter sounding scoff. Like he had a choice now? Though the bitterness ebbed away over the seductive tone that Leroy had, which simply led to the fire burning hotter inside. However, the moment that Leroy penetrated him, he had to tightly squeeze his eyes shut as well as bite at his lip. If his nails could go further into the armrest, they would have, maybe even to dig into the wood frame. Needless to say, he found the feeling of it all new, and above all, painful as hell.
Tears welled in his eyes. He fought to blink them away, but they kept coming back. No one warned him it would hurt. Then again, he had no one who could have given him the chance to do so. Though thankfully, the pain slowly receded, and it was bearable enough to stand without holding back a sob or two. Soon, too, did it start to feel more pleasurable, instead of leaving Strel to suffer while Leroy enjoyed the sex. The redhead even dared to push back on the dog, instinctively almost. As instinctive as was possible considering this was his first time and his partner was a drunken husky.