__&&ROSES BY ANY OTHER NAME.

[Walter Ebony]

[ closed for liu tseng ]

&&the ,, scent of roses wafted into the open chamber doors, leading straight to the nostrils of their royal magistrate. A fifteen year old fae. A sharp chuckle pierced the air as he inspected a rather peculiar looking blossoming patch of burses along his spine- his thoughts rumbling over the ‘oh, I wonder who in the fuck did this’- but then his eyes widened and he shut up. It hasn’t been long since his newest bodyguard took rein upon his small bodice, enjoying every bodily venture that was allowed- stealing the king’s nights away like a kid taking candy out of the kitchen cabinets. With a sharp shudder he would pull up his pants and walk to the four poster bed and lie down in the masses of feather pillows and duvets. Walter’s watery green hues glittered under the milky luminescence which spilled in from the large bay window from behind his exceedingly large mattresses. His thoughts danced along the realm of sleep and imagination- going over the last couple of weeks and how enduring they had been- but he giggled at the submission of his pet Loleta. She was a keeper, and a charmer- how she gave in so easily. Another chuckle crept out of his vocals and spilled atop the floor like water fallen from a shattered vase. But all Walter would do was stand there and giggle diligently watching the girl in her pure pleasuring pain, his joy was watching her squirm under his touch- but his visions faded as he remembered the man living in his closet.

&&the ,, glasses upon his face slid down his nose- and he remembered the questioning of his lowly butler of why some many pairs of glasses disappeared per night. But Walter merely shrugged and suggested he check the maids quarters- which he was forbidden to do. Walter chuckled at the old man’s lack of intelligence. The slight suggestion of the man he had dubbed to be his bodyguard, Liu more precisely- made him push his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and flush. He knew it was so purely obvious that there was something more to that relationship than a mere brother like one- and to be honest the only think Walter truly knew about his new bodyguard was that he was originally an assassin who had wished to take Walter’s life for sheer amusement and his next bloody paycheck. A soft snort danced out of his nasal cavities as he pulled his hair back atop his head in a messy looking bump, and pulled his glasses off setting them on the table in hopes that they wouldn’t shatter like the previous eight had. He let out a small groan as he heard the moan of the night through his window- his hands gripping his sheets unknowingly- why did it come to this? His blood rushed to his face as his long eyelashes swept up and down in an attempt to see anything unseemly in his large room. Not to mention the fact that thousands of mirrors adorned the walls ever so gracefully, allowing him to see his ivory toned chest and his jaw length liquid brown hair sweep across his features. His thinly graceful fingers danced along his arms as he let go of the white feather duvets and brushed up and down his lean goose-bump covered arms. And he couldn’t help but think the question that crept up his spine like the misdirecting patch of burses; is this what waiting felt like? For whores? For the common slut? He chuckled and placed his middle and index fingers atop his eyelids as he laughed at the insane idea.

&&as ,, he plopped back against his blankest and thousands of pillows he watched the whirlwind of feathers that had tumbled out of his coverings. He smiled like a boy his age should and chuckled at the way it looked like snow- though not the red snow of blood that he preferred, it still looked like snow. He tried to reach up and caress a small feather that danced down to his being once more, only to watch it float away by the force of the air that reacted to his small hand moving. He glared at the small object and watched as the others fell back down to their sullen reality of being stuffed into blankets and pillows… Walter couldn’t help but laugh at the pathetic beings as they tumbled back down to their shame. It was a pleasant sound, that tumbling and he wouldn’t care about anyone else who watched it fall- it was serene in that one instant. Until the noises which sounded like foot-steps reached his ears; then- he couldn’t even help but sit there helplessly, his face in the middle of flushing. His heart pumped in its locked cadge like a bird trying to escape- yes the one thing he could never do- the one thing he longed to do. His watery green eyes looked around in a failing attempt to see the oncoming person- with no luck whatsoever. But he smiled dully, the sound of his heart dimming the atrocious sound of the wind that billowed in through his open bay window- as the moon watched down ever so excitedly for this feast of flesh. Was this the common misconception or was it simply reality? The boy swallowed an exaggerated groan and instead stuffed a demanding chuckle into the air- knowing his body would react differently to the touch of someone else; but he knew his mind would revolt until his body denied him the right to think properly. His mind was simply there for watching over the soul- and the body, which would run on pure animalistic instincts once provoked to a certain extent, and extent which then forced the king into a pleasured submission of pain and pleasure.

&&the ,, boy giggled once more- his green eyes seemingly growing brighter as the sound of foot-fall grew closer. The webbing feeling of nausea flushed within his veins as the excitement grew embarrassing. What was this?


&&count ,, 1010
&&tags ,, for liu tseng
&&music ,, bass is my bf - DJ hevygrinder
&&side notes ,, cause you look so much cuter with something in your mouth!

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[Liu Tseng]

sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
life is but a passing dream even in immortal eyes

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the wind stops, the sea is wild, and the earth begins to rot
but the death that follows surpasses the eternal[/i]
four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie[/font][/center]

They call Liu many things in the dark realm of fey, the king-stealer whelp, incubus with an insatiable appetite, and the nightmare of the Nightmares. The fae don’t quite know who the man is, with his long legs and sensual body all clad in black leather and his signature coat, but they can guess he is not who he says he is. They fear him for his silver tongue and the cold iron lying on his neck, hate him for how he lies in wait to defend the king that by rights they should protect themselves. What they don’t know will kill them in the end, each life signed over with a kiss and a nip, pledged with a moan and a stroke of a hand. The Unseelie know him as ‘Liu’, nothing more or less than such a name as would be given to a slave of the court, the bodyguard of their most precious king. And how they loathe him, flee from his very presence as he stalks down the halls and uses the more unconventional methods to prowl from one end of the court to the next. He disappears like mist on the breeze, vanishes to the four corners of the realms and always manages to come back when the king is suitably frantic.

Liu hasn’t lied once since he entered the court the first time. What he has done is seduce the king, charm a child until pleasure overrode sense, stolen a name and twisted the boy behind it to become nothing more than an oblivious tool. He’ll shape the Unseelie King into the perfect ruler and lover, and when Liu is old and grey he will slip off quietly to pass his vestments on to the next Grand Maestro. The magus will take that name and the memories of the owner to his grave and beyond.

But he isn’t dead yet, and Liu has an itch to scratch, a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that his troublesome project might be taking a direction he doesn’t appreciate. If the boy has undone all of Liu’s careful layering of commands and brainwashing… well, Walter has already learned how to hide a few bruises from his angry assassin turned bodyguard. Slinking quietly from his closet home is no hard task for Liu, made all the simpler from months of tedious sneaking and even more aggravating hiding like a thief in the night. It’s easy to watch the boy in his own bed, black clothing turning the naturally stealthy man into nothing more than just another shadow in the night. Liu can understand why the boy chooses to be so entranced by the quiet darkness, hides his shame away like a courtesan of the night. Sometimes Liu is almost tempted to whisper his name in that fragile ear just to see the shock blossom like a rare flower across his face, wants to treasure that moment before he wipes away that memory with the power of Walter’s own name.

The swirling of feathers around such a delicate frame is a bit much for someone like Liu to resist. It’s difficult enough as it is to keep from snapping a collar around Walter’s neck and hiding the fae king away in the sanctity of Liu’s real home, only a quiet reminder from his dead Master keeping him sane. An affair is only truly an affair if no one you know knows about it, and Liu is quite content to keep it that way.

He takes his steps a bit heavier, lets the boy know he is there and feels a little thrill trickle up his spine at the fear on his face. It amuses Liu how Walter can’t find him, swirls his coat so it doesn’t get in the way of his stalker tendencies. And Liu watches, quiet as a specter, as the little king laughs to himself, so obviously forces himself to remain calm. A smirk curls his lips, a feral sort of expression that bodes all sorts of ill will towards the delectable little treat before him. If His Majesty wants to be afraid, Liu will be more than happy to provide an ample reason for such a reaction. And when the boy giggle again Liu makes his move, slips out of the darkness to slide a single gloved finger down Walter’s cheek to rest on his lips. “Oya oya… what’s this? Was my lord waiting long?” It’s with overly skilled fingers that Liu strokes at that pretty little face, leather clad digits so very sinful in the most platonic of gestures. “Hmm… I’ll just have to make it up to my lord then.”

Straddling his little king is always more fun than most people give him credit for, a tenderly slow shift of Liu’s body until his larger frame casts Walter in so much darkness that Liu has to give a sharp smile. He sits up, locks away all movement with his own location and a simple bit of pressure. The look he gives Walter is probably the stuff of the boy’s nightmares, probably sends a sick sort of sensation spiraling through the depths of his being. But Liu doesn’t care, passes tenderly delicate fingers over the obligingly naked chest while he turns his gaze to examining the nearly perfect skin with a tactician’s eye. And Liu could care less of the boy’s reactions, doesn’t care that he probably would like nothing more than to shove Liu off and head for the hills. “It seems as if your body missed this at least… Oya oya… I wonder if you taste the same in darkness.” Liu takes his time though, prefers the building anticipation to a quick end and a dirty finish. Fingers knead with fine tuned precision, tui na trained hands attempting to lull the poor little king into a calmer state of mind.

It really wouldn’t do for him to scream before Liu wanted him to after all.

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[/color] poor walter baby
.:|Backdrop:[/color] something in your mouth – nickelback
.:|Addendum:[/color] I’m going to jail >w<[/right][/blockquote]

[Walter Ebony]

&&goose ,, bumps roll up his spine in unison as he feels the presences of his closet-bodyguard creeping up on him, but from-where he has no idea. The suspended thrill and horror at the thoughts of his body enjoying the sick treatment and the whip against his flesh. The pain that blossomed so gracefully along his spine every night made him tingle with delayed suspension. Forget the romance. He tried to hold back as gasp as the smooth feeling of Liu's leather stroked across his face to his lip his words slithering out like the venom of a snake into your already dead veins. He couldn't help but allow his face to flush with heat as he looked at the tall man before him, his mind dancing with the killing sensation of foreplay- which wasn't even abound. Somehow he felt that he was owned, that he had felt the sheer sensation of true horror in the presenting man. He held his composure as he heard the words with a delayed vibrancy. "Oya oya… what’s this? Was my lord waiting long?" Walter swallowed a tremble and a groan that stuck in his throat like a woman stuck in the grip of labor. His eyes moving down to his cold flesh, and then back to the deep eyes of the man before him, his cold chuckle dancing along the icy air as Walter snapped back at the hand that fed- the hand that provided him with his sick sensations. If your late, then define on time? He chuckled and bit back the remaining strands of words as he continued talking. “Hmm… I’ll just have to make it up to my lord then.” Walter giggled at the mans statement- knowing that this was just a human with the abilities of something other-worldly. Mmmmm, something new I assume Sir Liu. ehehe. The boy knew that his words would be returned with a touch of the iron cross that hung at the mans neck with a mocking serenity that made walter want to reach out and touch it all the more- just for his sick entertainment.

&&ice ,, on the wind is what makes walter tremble as his body is breached. The covers tossed down around his ankles, and the cold air attacking his silk-pants like maggots infected a corpse. the strum of Walter's heard threaded together and danced along to the familiar beat of a bass, like water in a like it was necessary and the obvious reaction to the electric acid of his excitement. the way his body told him it want what he knew was wrong- but he couldn't help but dance to the man's bloody tune like a marionette connected to his finger by a life-line, but then again maybe that's all he really was in the end. He giggled again, as Liu's hands danced along the flesh of his chest. A sick smile crowned atop the man's face as he looked at walter- sending a wave of excitement down deep within Walter's being. Sparks of shadows danced along the air like the feathers had previously- like his heard thrummed, his mind was going hay-wire and he knew there was no stopping it; because hell. This wasn't even the beginning of a night. “It seems as if your body missed this at least… Oya oya… I wonder if you taste the same in darkness.” Walter jumped under the blankets like a puppet would to their master's be and call- his eyes brimming with some unidentified emotion as he felt his connection with the shadows wrap around them, billowing around in a sheet of grace which was undefinable by logic. But where in life did logic play part? Walter lost apart of himself as his heart's pace slowed down to allow his vocals to rip apart pieces of the darkness that was enveloping them like a second skin. His tongue dancing lightly over his bottom lip as his face flushed once more, watering his dried lips- slowly giving into the urge to feel his own blood pour form what would appear to be the bloodiest wounds of them all. He giggled and looked at Liu from under his liquid gray hair.

&&fighting ,, the urge to let his eyes widened in a grimace of horror like his soul told him to do- he looked back at the man on top of him and forced the feeling from his eyes. Allowing his gray hair to dance along any random bit of his face that it wants to- letting it brush against his neck all the same as he leans forward to the man on top of his thighs. His little mouth ever so close to the ear of the man with the black hair- and walter says something, something no bottom feeder should ever feel the need to say, the thing that the pet should not say. His voice danced around the mans ear on a cloud of controlled darkness- his imagination conveying his words in the most of elegant glamours The seeding intensity of a few single words made walter giggle with glee but tremble with delicate right at the tormented back hand he would receive. Willing to give into what his said master wanted and feel the stinging pleasure of the back-bite. Why don't we test this Grand Master? hehe... He couldn't hold back another tormented giggle. The sound cracking like a vase thrown onto a wall and dancing down the walls to their impending doom- his fate as clear to him as maggots gnawing on the flesh of his dead mother. His lips brushed against the base of the mans neck- the only place he could reach with an extent of difficulty. His ivory white flesh contrasted against the dark as he felt his teeth sink into the flesh of his owner- the one he knew felt the craving want to snap a collar around the boys neck and toss him in with his other winnings- but too distraught by the entertainment that the young boy brought. The blood within his mouth caught him off guard, the tenderly sweet explosion in his mouth made him salivate and lick the wound for more- his hands clenching the duvet once more- his eyes closed and all his blood rushing to his face for an exaggerated flare for the dramatic. His words rushing around like a little plastic toy soldier on the movie for a raid in a different land- one that could be used for death and war- one that would make little Walter Salivate the way this mans blood made him- the man that made his face feel so hot that he thought it might implode- shattering his lump of a brain and dragging his bodice down into the void of an abyss for a little more sardonic entertainment.

&&beautiful ,, people, and exotic minds danced along the brim of Walter's amused mind, slowly looking up at the man who had taken everything out from under him and some how still gotten the most important job other than king. The man that sat mounted on this child's legs like he was a horse bread for riding, like he was a shadow designed for eminence. The raw energy dancing along the boy's frame as he gripped the mans arm with his right hand- his long graceful nails digging into the bare flesh that was oddly rare. Between the cut-off sleeve and the pulled up glove he held the smooth lean limb with raw strength- though nothing that would compare to the man that saves his soul form those willing to lay claim to his name and power. the sight of the hard iron cross handing at his neck has his body tingling with the displacement of a cat in water- and has his mind reeling on touching the surface to feel the burn roll through his limbs, and then to feel the soothing surface of the shadows that cling to his being. unwrapping his little body from around the bodyguard on top of him- he grabbed the cross with both small elegant hands- hands that in comparison to Liu's were painfully down-sized. He felt the sharp pain rolling into his hands, making him want to drop the cursed object, but he continued. His eyes brows twitching just a bit as his kissed the object- just to feel the burn. Just to understand why it was said for a fae to never touch such a thing. He giggled as he felt his lips crack and bleed- sending rivulets of blood down his chin and on to his bare chest, mixing in with the brim of his black silk pants. His lips parted and he chocked a pained moan that was mixed with the blessing of masochism- the gift that his bodice granted his mind- changing the outlet of pain a faucet of pleasure. He smiled, and his lips bled a little more- his water blue-green eyes twinkling mischievously as he tasted his blood in his mouth... But the object was dropped quickly and shadows enveloped their master, his pain and burnt flesh their first priority.


&&count ,, 1507
&&tags ,, for liu tseng
&&music ,, the beautiful people - marilyn manson
&&side notes ,, HAH. only marilyn manson could make me do such a wonderful thing to this poor boy. kufufufufufu...

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[Liu Tseng]

sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
life is but a passing dream even in immortal eyes

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the wind stops, the sea is wild, and the earth begins to rot
but the death that follows surpasses the eternal[/i]
four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie[/font][/center]

Liu hasn’t felt this wickedly amused since the day he first laid his hands on the Grand Maestro’s throne, licks his lips as Walter shivers under his sinister touch. When Walter jumps Liu laughs, a sound dripping with dark that surrounds the unlikely pair, doesn’t need to bother stripping the blankets from his prize. It was cute how the boy forced himself to not cry, darling how the little king wrapped him in a glamour of the finest spun cobweb threads. Liu grits his teeth and smirks all the wider when that voice echoed up to his ears. “Why don’t we test this Grand Master? Hehe…” Ah, so the little king thinks he can play Liu’s game after all this time under his carefully sweet guidance. Very well then, Liu will allow this breach of contract. When teeth settle into the base of his neck Liu growls, a sort of sound more likely to be found coming from a wolf in the wild, tenses his hands around Walter’s waist and dig leather clad fingers into the delicate flesh found there. The blood isn’t unexpected, a sort of carnal pleasure that Liu is all too well aware of the inherent power lying in his veins.

The attention Walter pays to his neck isn’t unlike the sweetest fellatio, a skill Liu hasn’t bothered to test on the boy-king. Perhaps he should rethink that, focus just a bit more on his own pleasure instead of his little king’s. Liu can feel the boy melt into that strange fey madness with each lick, all that magical power doing nothing but encouraging the tantalizing slide into immorality.

Liu rather enjoys his perch on the boy’s waist, licks his lips and watches with all sorts of morbid fascination as his little king plays with his cross. When the skin burns on the boy’s lips Liu draws the line, snatches up the cold iron before it can hit the bed and tucks it away into his pocket where it won’t burn the tender flesh again. “Oya oya… Do you desire pain so much, my king?” Somehow when Liu says such a common salutation it smacks of something sinful, dark eyes greedily watching as the shadows swallowed up the boy in favor of leaving Liu with nothing but scratches on his arm and the blood thumping through his heart. When he licks himself clean it is bait, a sensuous show of exactly what Liu’s tongue could and will do to Walter’s body, slow and languorous licks curling around each droplet and swallowing them so that Liu can feel the magic thrumming in his being.

The ever present leather gloves are the first thing to go, there in the quiet of the night where the only thing Liu can hear is his own breathing. Oh, he knows he’s being watched, relishes the thought as he carefully pulls each finger free of their leather bindings with ever delicate teeth. His bracelets thump to the bed with careful distraction, slipping from his wrists even as Liu licks a delicate trail up his arms. The other arm is treated just as tenderly, one naked hand slowly caressing up pale skin as leather abandons his arm. Cold metal drops to clink on spikes, and finally both arms can feel the night air properly. But that isn’t enough for Liu, not as he sighs and strokes his bare skin as if it were something precious. Slowly, ever so carefully so as not to disturb the quiet darkness his little king rests in, those sculpted arms reach up to slip that signature jacket from his shoulder. And his back arches as leather slides down his body like fine silk, another sigh slipping out from between those smirking lips. The sound the jacket makes on the blankets is rather a comfort, made all the better as Liu seemingly carelessly drops the mass off the side of the bed.

His shirt is next, naked fingers passing over his waist until they hit that metal-encrusted belt, pulled slowly up so that skilled hands can caress that haltingly increasing skin. And when the dark cotton makes it to bunch on his collarbone, Liu takes the time to every so tantalizingly pass his hands over his skin, hisses with his own pleasure until he can’t help himself anymore. Blunt nails scratch at his skin as the fabric is hauled over his head and tossed in the same careless direction as his jacket. “Ah. How cruel of my king to leave me like this…” And Liu moans, rakes his fingers down his front and dances over his ribs with skilled precision. When he hits his belt he hisses, snaps the buckle even as he bends backwards. And when his head hits the bed behind him he moans like a cheap medieval harlot, pulls at the belt like his limbs have become molasses and nothing in the world matters as much as the hand steadily stroking at his stomach. He bites his lip hard enough to bleed, and Liu rather wonders how long it will be before the little king gives himself away with his own distraction. The blood runs down his throat like a welcome burst of energy, all that unused magic making his tongue tingle and his skin prickle with wanton lust.

Sometimes Liu has to ask himself why he keeps coming back here, why he can’t just settle himself down and be a dutiful Grand Maestro. He could have all the pretty magi he could handle, fornicate with as many breeding humans as he could stand before giving up the urge and blowing their brains out and donating the corpses to the necromancers.

His gun is hot, burns as he passes the muzzle down his stomach until the metal slips into his pants and he can’t quite bite back the scream of pleasure it gives him. Liu wants nothing more than something warm and wet, can’t find it so settles for slowly pushing the most dangerous part of his repertoire into his pants. His finger is on the trigger and he can’t help his automatic urge to shove magic into the chamber, heats the metal just a little bit more with each passing second. Liu is a male, and not even Liu can hold himself back as he pants and thrusts shallowly against the magnum. “Cruel… cruel king. Leaving me like this… With nothing but my own gun to satisfy me.” The metal slips in once more, then twice, a sizzling sort of heat only compounded by the ever happy trigger finger and Liu’s own inability to stop the low breaths that fog the cool night air.

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[/color] poor walter baby
.:|Backdrop:[/color] don’t cha – pussycat dolls
.:|Addendum:[/color] I’m going to jail >w<[/right][/blockquote]

[Walter Ebony]

&&subtle ,, teasing cam before pleasure- and he knew his face wouldn't be able to take the heat before it exploded with a blossom of red color. His lips hurt with a beautiful sort of pain but he sat there under his bodyguard- watching the chasing game of strip-tease. With the elegant way he pulled his glove off each finger- made walter some how blush even more. His watery green eyes shimmering with moisture from the wind and from his embarrassment- why did he feel this way only around this man? He swallowed a growl as he continued to watch the show- the way his hands danced around his bodice, stripping cloth off after cloth, walter's facial temperature continue to rise each time with an intensified blush. If he got caught in the act with this man, how his kingdom would fall. He almost laughed, his eyes crazed over with something that said i don't care, but the tingle of Liu's blood still danced on his tongue- which made him smile with delight at ever item liu tossed to the side of the bed. He giggled finally, his eyes looking down on the man like a mid-evil knight would giggle before the meal of his harlot. His eyes flashed from green to blue as his blood pressure rose in his veins- and when the man pulled out his gun- tracing it down his stomach, his pale flesh something so exciting that it sent shivers down Walter's spine though the fear was sill ever present within his mind. His liquid brown hair danced across his face graceful- his tongue sliding across his bottom lip as he knew the blood flowed downward, but the constantly magical groans that floated through the area within the perimeter of his chambers drifted into his ears with a foreboding presence.

&&guns ,, ablaze he watched as the man dipped back his back arched like a cats with a fluid grace- and with an ease of practice. Walter smiled at him, and slid out from underneath his bodyguard. His small and ever grace bound frame sliding up Liu's torso as he listened to the man talk- “Cruel… cruel king. Leaving me like this… With nothing but my own gun to satisfy me.” Walter giggled, watching the tone of this unsuspecting harlot, and smiled. His small frame dancing up Liu's own arched back Their flesh colliding with a smooth excitement that made Wallie's spine tingle. his longer stands of hair brushing against the pale skin of Liu's chest as their faces came in contact but still apart- but only by mere inches. Walters thoughts stilled as his actions took over- something snapping inside that made him not care, and he truly didn't anymore but hell whats the point of caring? He giggle again smiled at the man under him- a fair change of pace. Mmmmmm, its not my fault your the kings harlot. But thank you.... Hehe- if you want Cruel, cruel I shall be. Walter's words twisted into something more than what Liu had meant them and he knew this- he knew that liu only meant that he was not the one doing the dirty work. Walter giggled, on his hands and knees atop the man who usually placed him under everything. His thighs were somehow placed on each side of Liu's upper thigh- and walter's palms were dug into the blankets of ether side of Liu. A soft giggle escaping Walter's vocals and everything was quiet, his mind reeling non the sea of endless possibilities. His vocals danced in between the tone he used with his followers, and the one he saved for the females he wooed in his chambers when Liu was away, but he didn't care; Let me have that... he said as he slid his right hand down liu's stomach to the gun in his pants, pulling it out and tossing it somewhere in the endless expanse of mattress. Though Walter didn't move his hand up far he rested rather low on Liu's bare flesh- his heart hammering like a little bird trapped in a cage.

&&thoughts ,, ended abruptly as his mind slid with ease like a snake across something smooth, His smile was evil as the king could manage and his giggle as sharp as what he thought the grand countesses was- but his was filled with a lustic expanse of entertainment, he didn't know about her. His lips brushed against Liu as he felt the man's legs moving into a more comfortable position under him, getting situated. Walter's lips brushed against Liu's chin as he settled, his tongue gliding across the man's bottom lip as he crushed his lips against his with a soft confusion. He could feel the tension of the bodice under him as he worked on his mouth's actions. When it didn't go anywhere and a quick breath was gasped, his right hand clawed at the flesh under his hand, close to the line of his low rising pants. Wallie giggled against him, trying to do something for once; his face red and his eyes closed. He bit at Liu's lip and pulled apart the man's lips going deeper into his mindful confusion than before. With his hand he could feel his nails digging to flesh and scratching it ever so slightly, and he giggled once more- his teeth biting down on Liu's bottom lip as he pulled away. Out of ideas and stuck on what was going to happen- he didn't know what to do...

&&count ,, 919
&&tags ,, for liu tseng
&&music ,, Vicious Delicious , Infected Mushroom
&&side notes ,, I'm sorry- don't kill me. Its short choppy and HORRIBLE. *sobsob*

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