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| Topic Started: Saturday, 27. September 2014, 22:57 (1,673 Views) | |
| Lynx | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 18:33 Post #21 |
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"Sounds like a right powerful display, if they show. Wouldna be the first time I've heard celebrities were coming and then see them flake out. Sad how many o'the rich and famous feel free te just make promises they don't intend te keep." Lynx was amused and in good spirits. He hopped up from the stool and walked over to the piano. He grinned as he settled himself down and considered what to play. He didn't know what his audience might like. Well, he had an idea for Veronicka. That was a pleasant memory. He winked at the pair with one brilliant green eye and let his long fingers spread over the keys. His fingers danced across the keys as he started the rollicking Russian love song. He chuckled warmly and let his fingers toy around. Then he switched and his fingers plucked out a more classical swing song, just for amusement. He was playing lightly enough that they could easily talk over him. He swayed a bit as he played, a smile dancing across his face. Though he tended towards the more somber classical pieces for himself when he was alone, he often found that people enjoyed these energetic pieces quite a bit. |
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| Veronicka | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 18:58 Post #22 |
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Veronicka nodded along with Tristan, "There are plenty of places that could use a good teacher I am sure. I will have a talk with my agents and have them come up with something for you both if you would like. I wouldn't be against hosting a small charity event to raise funding to provide children with instruments to play. We could all ply our talents together for an evening. Though I am not being modest when I say my talents are meager." Veronicka also nodded along with Lynx. Indeed, there would be several who would flake out. Veronicka wasn't one to go back on promises, but some celebrities had other obligations to keep on an already busy schedule. It was understandable at times, but at others it made the Russian sick. "I am sure many will flake out, but I am expecting everyone to ride the waves following Emma Watson's UN speech," Veronicka explained as she watched Lynx travel over to his piano. She immediately smiled and clapped her hands excitedly when she heard him begin to play. She sang along in English for Tristan's benefit urging him to sing along in her excitement. It was actually one of the few piano songs she could play without the sheet music. The astounding sounds that Lynx plucked away at with his fingers pleasantly surprised Veronicka. It was absolutely genius. She knew he had only seen her play it the one time and already had picked it up and was even throwing in fantastic variations off the tip of his hat. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 19:24 Post #23 |
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Tristan looked after Lynx, when he went over to the piano and smiled, when he started this Russian song and even more he smiled, when he saw Veronicka clapping so happy and even sing along, to bad, she didn't sing in Russian. He liked the sound of the Russian words, without understanding them. he kept it with clapping too, not knowing the words and not being a singer really. He had his look on the Irish mans fingers, how they danced over the keys and his thoughts drifted into lewd again, Feeling these fingers on his skin, the soft touch, the Passion... He shuddered delightful. God i want this guy... Then when Lynx started the swing, Tristan pulled out his drumsticks again and started to tap along the rhythm on the wooden bar. Making it sound as if some tapdancer would follow the song and in between swirling and throwing the drumsticks, just to tap along again. The Brujah so loved such small events, just for the fun and for the music, out of the blue and just for the moment, that was all music was about. Pure fun and joy! Edited by Tristan Gersdorff, Sunday, 28. September 2014, 19:24.
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| Lynx | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 19:44 Post #24 |
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His next song was a swing back into Russian terrain. A song called Dark Eyes. He'd looked up a few Russian pieces after his fling with Veronicka and her playing of Katjusha, he wanted to be able to play for her, if she ever felt like coming back around for another private evening. So he let the song playfully tumble out from the piano as he looked over at the two of them and winked, his green eyes sparkling. He gave a warm smile in response to Veronicka's singing. She might not be the most artful singer out there, but at least she seemed to be having a good time. His gaze traveled over to Tristan and his grin turned a bit playful and he shifted to something mellow and sentimental. He wanted to see if the man could adapt his tapping cover a less vigorous piece of music. He was amused for the moment at least. Swaying back and forth as he poured the music out into the world, his fingers long and graceful, dancing across the ivory with skill and verve. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing. He was flirting, he knew that much. He'd spent so much time over analyzing everything lately. Veronicka had obviously had a fun time when she'd come in to check up on him but he'd still spent time feeling guilty for using her as a tool to get off and abate his own loss of Jason and C.J. Reggie was a grown woman who had openly asked him to dominate and tie her down and he'd still felt guilty for that. Would he be able to have a simple passionate encounter without turning it over and over again in his mind, trying to put everything into the perspective of those he'd lost? He didn't know. But he did know that those few moments he spent in the arms of another being he wasn't wracked with agony at losing his Sire. So since it worked he'd keep doing it. |
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| Veronicka | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 20:03 Post #25 |
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For her own part Veronicka sat back and enjoyed the music. She wasn't sure if Lynx had intended to pick such a sad song out of the Russian armory, but there it was. She had played if before on a couple of occasions herself. It brought her back to her Sire. She couldn't play that one without sheet music, but she did sing along, albeit in Russian. No sense in bringing down the upbeat mood with the sorrowful words of the song. She swayed slightly as she went back in her mind to the days with her Sire. The last time she had sang it was when she had parted with him and it was only too fitting that Lynx would sing this song so soon after Jason's departure. The song did become racy towards the end. When the song ended she simply reveled in memories for a short time. They weren't necessarily bad memories. A smile still tugged firmly on the corners of her lips. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 20:33 Post #26 |
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Tristan stopped the drumtap, when Lynx went over to the slower songs. Some songs just needed no drum and anyway he hated it, when he couldn't make it sound, like he wanted it and a bar wasn't exactly the ideal drum. Tristan saw a slight change in the whitedressed ladies demeanor and wondered what it might be in this song. This time she sang in Russian and it sounded heavyblooded, kind of... but he always found Russian sounded like that. Since these slow sad songs were a bit lost on him right now, he took a better look to the portrait over the bar and recognized Lynx on it and also the girl behind the bar. Who might the guy in the middle be? Didn't Lynx mention another one dwelling here? But it was a female name as he recalled. He might ask the greeneyed one later. For now he enjoyed to sit here and listen to his play and daydreaming about his fingers tickling on his skin.... |
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| Lynx | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 20:51 Post #27 |
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Lynx rose from the piano and gave a mock bow. He walked around behind the bar and pulled a slim glass bottle. He poured a small glass for Veronicka. He knew what she took. He put it on the warming tray so it could heat up to body temperature. He didn't think she'd want to get drunk at the moment so he picked one of the straight bloods. He reached into a barrel, opening the round front to reveal the fridge inside and took out a pair of blood bags. These were a simple blood, a man drunk on whiskey. He hung them on the rack in the boiling water and waited for them to rise to the proper temperature. Then he poured them both into large pewter tankards. He set one down for Tristan and kept the other for himself. He handed Veronicka her glass. Then he took a sip, letting the alcoholic blood sooth his hunger and send a warm tingle through his system. He was realizing that his tolerance for alcohol had changed since he was embraced. What mattered more was the tolerance of the SOURCE of the blood. He seemed to be as affected by the alcohol as the mortal from whom the blood was harvested. So that was a new experience. It amused him. He smiled warmly and considered the new flavor of blood he was arranging. He wasn't sure how popular it would be, and it would be on the pricey side. But if it went over well he might start making some money. Stoner blood. For those who missed the pleasure of getting high. |
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| Veronicka | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 21:25 Post #28 |
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Veronicka smiled at Lynx and did a small rich girl golf clap. Anyone who knew her well enough would know she was joking around. Considering recent events that would mean Lynx would definitely know she was pulling his chain. Tristan might understand that if he was good at reading people, but unfortunately sarcasm didn't come easily for Veronicka. She graciously accepted the cup of liquid and drank it down somewhat quickly. Then she offered a smile to both of the gentlemen present. "I am sorry gentlemen," Veronicka stated, "But I must be on my way. I am very busy with the gala around the corner, but feel free to call me any time. Also Mr. O'Rourke, be a dear and hand those flyers out to any who show up at this bar please. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance Tristan." |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 22:08 Post #29 |
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Tristan observed Lynx's actions and his nostrils flared when he smelled the blood as it was warmed up and in these tankards. He smelled on it and noticed the slight alcoholic taste. with a smile he took a sip savouring it on his tongue before swallowing it. Licking his lips and taking another sip, this blood was almost perfect, could only be better, if directly out of an artery. He gave Lynx a wink This is perfect, handsome, really great! and after another deep sip, he felt the effect of the special flavour in his system too. When Veronicka excused herself for to leave, Tristan got up with another friendly smile. It was all my pleasure Veronicka, I'm sure we will see eachother at your ball. Have a safe night. While he spoke with his warm bariton, he offered a little polite bow. The Brujah sat down again and his eyes followed the Russian girl until she left the room. After another sip of the tasty warm blood, he smirked over to the golden Irish. His brandy eyes glittered adventurous. Only he two of us now... |
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| Lynx | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 22:23 Post #30 |
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Lynx nodded to Veronicka and bid her farewell. He snagged the flyer and walked over to the bulletin board and posted it where everyone could see it. He had the tankard of whiskey'd blood in one hand and was sipping it as he walked back over to Tristan and leaned against the bar near him. He grinned at the man's reply and looked him up and down. He licked the blood off his lips and chuckled. "Indeed. Though two can have a lot of fun. We can head up te me office and get te know each other a bit more intimately, iffen ye want te. Ye've got a nice figure on ye. That is if ye still take in mortal indulgences." Jason had made him realize that not all vampires continued to have sex after they died. Then again his Sire was over three hundred years old and from a far different time. If what Yuki had said was true there WERE times Jason had sex. In fact he'd seen the drawings Yuki had done when she'd witnessed Jason and her mother wrapped around each other. But that didn't mean Tristan was the sort who still indulged. He could well just be one who flirted as a matter of social recourse. Lynx found himself hoping that wasn't the case. He needed to distract himself now that Veronicka was gone. He was feeling that gnawing pain and loneliness again and flinging someone face down across his desk seemed like a good way to lose himself for a while. He took a deep breath he didn't need and sipped the tankard again, draining it slowly. He had been diligent about keeping his body as filled with blood as possible since his night with Veronicka. She'd shown him that there were dangers to the way his hungers worked. She's also shown him a few tricks to help keep him from using quite so much blood. Though he had to admit... the thought of his blood splashing down the body of some hot young man or woman, sent a shiver down his spine. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 23:19 Post #31 |
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Tristan turned to Lynx smiling lecherous then sipping on the blood again, closing his eyes and rolling it on his tongue before swallowing it. Opening his eyes again and blinking kind of idle, his smile growing into a bold grin, showing his dimples, his brandy eyes gleaming with desire. Reaching over to the Irish, sliding his fingertips over his face, from the temple over the cheek down his jawline, Feeling the golden stubbles and caressing his neck. Sliding his fingers around his neck and pulling him closer, slowly not too demanding, he knew here could be a thin line to stirr his beast in this state of mind. Looking deep in his magic green eyes and whispering. Who says these indulgences are only reserved for mortals? We are Kindred and I want you... With this Tristan leaned in and kissed the mans tempting lips passionate, playfully pushing his tongue against his lips, to demand entrance. |
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| Lynx | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 23:41 Post #32 |
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Lynx grinned and wrapped an arm around Tristan's waist and pulled him in close. He opened his mouth and returned the kiss, then pulled back. His green eyes a bit worried. "Ah, best te watch the teeth. No offense but, I don't want te end up blood bound te anyone and me teeth are pretty sharp. They don't retract and the back ones are sort o'sharpish." He'd have blushed if he still could. Realizing that problem a simple act like kissing could generate. All the teeth past his fangs were sharp and pointed. Gave him almost a dog's bite when it came to his back teeth, though it COULD just look like he'd had them sharped to points, or fancy dentures inset. He did slide his hand down to Tristan's ass and give it a firm squeeze, pulling the man's hip tight against his own to show that he wasn't uninterested. He grinned in a lopsided manner, the scar dominated the left side of his face pulling his lips a bit. "Come on. I'll take ye upstairs te me office and see about indulging ye there. Finish yer drink." He took Tristan's hand and when the man had finished his mug of blood he'd lead him up the stairs to the third floor. The office was furnished in hardwood floor. The back shelves had books lining it. A huge black oak desk took up the center of the room. A chair of solid dark oak to match the desk stood behind it. The arms were carved to resemble running wolves and the chair was set on four thick legs. Across from the desk was a lush leather couch and a pair of simple black leather chairs. Lynx grinned and motioned for Tristian to join him on the couch. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Monday, 29. September 2014, 13:32 Post #33 |
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When Lynx pulled back from his kiss, first Tristan was a bit confused, but then smiled when the man was so shy about his teeth. The Brujah caressed the Irishs face and whispered No worries, we both take care and nothing bad will happen. His voice was slightly husky of desire. When Lynx pulled him against his body Tristan shivered and gave him a smirk. With a deep sip, he emptied his mug and followed Lynx up the stairs. Somewhere on the stairs Tristan pulled the laces of the bartenders apron and let it fall to the ground. Then he looked around in this office, the huge desk, the bookshelfs and... the sofa with this golden boy... well no, for sure no boy, but for sure the one he wanted right now. Throwing off his pullover and then stepping over to Lynx with a lewd glitter in his eyes. Kneeling down in front of him and pulling him in his arms for another deep kiss. Tristan used some of his blood to warm up his body, so he felt almost alive, when the man caressed his shoulders and his back. For a moment the Brujah stopped, calming down his temper just a little, taking a deep breath which he didn't need, but it helped to control himself. Leaning his forehead against Lynxs and his fingers fiddled on the green eyed mans shirt to open it slowly. You feel alright now? Still a bit hoarse he asked the man, just to make sure, he wasn't too foreward on him. |
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| Lynx | Monday, 29. September 2014, 13:53 Post #34 |
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Lynx grinned and unbuttoned his black shirt sliding it off. His torso was well formed, wide shoulders and muscles developed from hours working in the gym, a washboard stomach with soft golden curls of downy hair trailing down it. He slipped his arms around Tristan and kissed the man's neck, then he kissed his way down to his collar bone, then lightly down to a nipple, kissing it and toying with it under his tongue, a grin on his face. He didn't speak. He just continued kissing his way down until he was nibbling the front of the other man's pants. His long fingered hands opened the pants and he began to kiss his way inside, a smile on his face as he knelt before him. He figured his actions would speak louder than words. For himself, while he didn't flush blood to his skin to warm up significantly, he did flush his blood to other areas, to grow thick and rigid for this little tryst. A tryst with Tristan, ah it amused the poet in his soul. He looked up at Tristan with devilish delight sparkling in his green eyes as he set his tongue to slowly licking around the man's most intimate areas, taking it carefully into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the delicate ridge of his head and sucking it down towards the back of his throat. He wasn't in a hurry, he didn't need to breath. As long as he kept the man's skin away from his sharp teeth, he could do this for quite so time. Though he'd watch the other man carefully. If he gave any sign he was going to orgasm Lynx was NOT going to have that inside his mouth, just to be safe. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Monday, 29. September 2014, 19:20 Post #35 |
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Tristans athletic body was all clean-shaven and since he warmed up his skin, it got back even a touch of his sunkissed colour he had as a Mortal. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, as Lynx made his way down the Brujahs torso. As soon as the other man started to open his pants, more blood was used to give his manhood the required shape and hardness. Obvious Tristan was far more used to have sex with Kine than with other Kindred, his reactions were still rather mortal-like. His fingers fondled the short golden hair of the Irish and when he felt his lips on him a joyful moan fled his throat. His glittering brandy eyes met the sparkling green ones and his body was quivering under waves of pleasure. Biting his lower lip, tying not to groan out too loud, but he just couldn't be quiet, while diving into lust like this. Passion grew and Tristan grabbed a handful of the short blonde hair, slightly grinding into his lover. Leaning back and shivering, feeling the urge to push harder, unleashing his hot temper. With a deep groan he pulled himself back, taking some deep breath, again, not to fill his lungs, but to help him calming down. Woah man.. I need a break, or you get your blood bond Grinning to Lynx and in his eyes flickered fiery passion. With a soft move, he pulled the Irish man on the sofa and let himself slide down in front of him. With a naughty wide grin he purred Now it's my turn, handsome Still his fingers trembled a little, when he opened Lynxs pants to tear them down and get rid of them. Slowly making his way back up the thigh of the young man, licking his skin, nibbling playful, kissing. With one hand Tristan started to stroke his final goal, still flickering his tongue over the sensitive parts. Looking up to Lynx with a grin, then giving his silky head some doglicks and sucking it in his greedy mouth with a pleasurable moaning. Moving his mouth up and down on Lynx, gazing up to his lover and playing his 'instrument' with his skilled tongue, again Tristan had to subdue his overwhelming passion. Enjoying the Irish reactions, knowing he wanted more than only this blowjob. |
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| Lynx | Monday, 29. September 2014, 19:35 Post #36 |
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Lynx was more than willing to back down. He didn't want to find himself bound to another vampire while struggling with the affects of his loss of Jason's ready guidance and solid presence. He allowed Tristan to push him onto the couch and assisted with the shedding of his pants. As the other man licked and nibbled about his thighs he let out a soft tenor sigh of satisfaction. A sigh which switched to a groan of pleasure as the man took him down his throat and proceeded to suck. His fingers trailed through Tristan's long hair and he let out several soft contented moans as the other man went to work. His fingers tracing Tristan's jaw and face with a light caress as he studied the planes of the other man's face. It had been so very long since he'd been with a man and he had to admit he did miss it. For a moment Jason's face flashed over Tristan's and Lynx shivered and closed his deep green eyes. He took several unnecessary breaths and lightly pulled Tristan's face away, pulling him up and kissing him softly. One of his long nimble hands wrapped around Tristan's member and began to stroke it in long teasing caresses. He was firm in his grip, but he didn't yank, he stroked his finger up and down the man's length and swirled his fingers in a circle each time he reached the sensitive head. His voice was soft and lusty. "I'd like te slide inte yer ass Tristan, if ye feel like turning around fer me." There was a playful amusement in his voice and his eyes were dark with a simple hunger for sensation. He could keep his hand working, it was easier to keep a man happy that while during anal sex than a woman, didn't have to reach quite so far. Still, he was fine if Tristan just wanted to enjoy a bit of careful kissing and a hand job for a while. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Monday, 29. September 2014, 20:27 Post #37 |
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Tristan shivered lustful when Lynx kept playing on him and he returned the soft kiss with a smile. His goldenbrown eyes flaming up, when the Irish man asked him to turn around for him. Kissing him deeply and he couldn't but grin, when he answered him, using deliberately THE cliche answer Already thought, you'll never ask. Getting on his knees and turning his back to Lynx, offering him, what he asked for. His hands took grip on the backrest of the sofa and he glanced over his shoulder to the other man. More than ready to take as much as he wanted to give. |
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| Lynx | Monday, 29. September 2014, 20:47 Post #38 |
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Lynx came around behind the other man and knelt. He set one hand firmly on the man's back and carefully gripped himself so he could aim. He pushed in slowly to give Tristan time to get used to the length being entered into his body. Once he was full within his newest playmate he reached under the Brujah and took his length in hand, stroking him lightly as he began to roll his hips. He let out a groan of pleasure at the feeling of a muscular male backside striking his hips as he plunge in deeply. He realized that he was fine with conversation drying up at this point. He wanted to get lost in the physical for a while. To once again forget his sorrows and try to drown out the lonely absence of his Sire. Tristan's toned ass was perfect for that. It was a muscular bounty he could enjoy sinking into. The hard length he was stroking with his hand was just an added bonus. His other hand spread wide on the small of Tristan's back as he began to gently stroke in and out, mostly to help him keep his balance and to keep him from slamming into the other man too hard. He was content to take his time and enjoy the slow in and out. He didn't know how Tristan liked it, so for now he was more than happy to take his time and torture himself with each long stroke, nearly freeing himself with each withdrawal before he slid back within the man's depths. It was nice to have found another man to play with again. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Monday, 29. September 2014, 22:31 Post #39 |
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Ooh yess... the guy had a good size! Tristan let out a joyful moaning, when he felt Lynx invading him. Arching his back and tilting his head back, his eyes closed, he enjoyed the feeling of his newest lover. His fingers digging in the sofa and taking his long soft moves shivering in pleasure. Grinding against Lynxs hips the Brujah groaned and he felt his growing greed. Feeling the Gangrels size in him, his hands on him, shooting hot flashes of lust through his body. Making him quiver in desire for more... his hot temper boiling up. Throwing back his curly mane and growling deep. Turning his shoulders to glance back to Lynx, his eyes burning in wild passion, barely held back. Reaching for the arm who's hand lay on his ass, grabbing it and pulling him closer, almost yanking. Fuck me harder! It was no plea, this was a plain demand. |
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| Lynx | Monday, 29. September 2014, 22:40 Post #40 |
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Lynx let out a growl and when he was yanked forward he responded with his hips, ramming them hard up against Tristan's backside. The fledgling Gangrel let out a soft moan of satisfaction and started to grind his hips against Tristan's ass, just to taunt him. Then he pulled back and drove it harder, faster. His fingers dug into Tristan's back and he began to thrust harder, his fingers gripped Tristan's length firmly and stroked him harder, he unconsciously timed his thrusts so that each time his hand slid down towards Tristan's balls his hips slammed hard into the Brujah's ass. The Irishman's grin was cocky and amused as he started to really pound the ass of the man before him. He let out a low husky moan as he rocked his hips into him harder. There was more force in the Irishman's muscular body than one might expect and even his muscular frame flexed as he slammed the ass of the man before him. "Harder it is beautiful." He reached out and ran his hand up Tristan's back and dug his fingers into the man's hair, grabbing his mane and pulling him back into the thrusting manhood invading him. He finally had to let go of Tristan's rear to he could grip his hip and start to thrust into him hard enough to shake them both. The couch letting out a soft grinding sound as it shifted back and forth across the floor. If the man wanted his ass pounded Lynx wasn't going to say no. It had been to long since he'd sunk into another man's backside and he had missed it. It was almost enough to drive away that lonely ache in his chest. Almost, but not quite. But it was getting closer. Losing himself in pure physical sensation did seem to help him deal with the loss of Jason and those others he cared for. |
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