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| Topic Started: Saturday, 27. September 2014, 22:57 (1,671 Views) | |
| Tristan Gersdorff | Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 00:30 Post #41 |
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Tristan moaned, when Lynx finally started to thrust harder. Feeling the hard grip on his back and the sheer strength of the man pushed his passion over the edge. Arching his back again and feeling the Irish mans hand in his hair made him growl husky, louder than before. Pushing his whole body back on the Gangrels hips, taking what he had to offer, feeling him deep inside, squirming in pure lust. The pressure within was rising and he even felt the wings of his ancient beast flutter. Again he turned his shouders to glance back to his impaler, reaching for him as he was ramming deep inside. Getting a hold on his neck and holding him there, forcing him to thrust as hard as he could. His golden eyes blazing with passionate fire. Growling one more time, showing his fangs. This was the moment, when he took his Ghouls blood, when they fucked. Knowing it wasn't possible here, still couldn't fight the reflex, extending his fangs. The beast called for blood, Tristans hand still on Lynxs neck like a steel vice, quivering all over when finally the passion exploded in his body. Blowing his bloody load out, spasming and groaning untamed. Time after time. The wings of the beast came to quiet again. His grip on Lynxs neck losend and he felt the passion turn down bit by bit. His mind clearing again, the fangs disappeared. Still shuddering in aftershocks, taking some deep breaths to calm... |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 01:15 Post #42 |
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Lynx grunted in pleasure at the rough grip on his neck and when Tristan came he grinned, a fanged smile of his own. He chuckled at the mess the other man had made on his nice leather couch and shrugged, it didn't bother him. There was a shower on every floor so it would be easy to wash it clean and one of the reasons he had nice dark leather in his rooms were because they were easy to clean themselves. He had them all heavily saturated in water proofing chemicals to make sure they weren't to hard to spot clean. He slammed his hips harder into Tristan's backside to make a point and continued his thrusting. He was close himself and when the orgasm shuddered through his frame he didn't actually orgasm blood. Veronicka had been helping in that regard. She'd taught him a couple of self-control tricks that could stave off that waste. At least when he wanted too. She'd admitted he'd have to focus at it to keep from orgasming his own bloody load every time. He was just to close to his humanity to avoid it without concentration. But as it was he was able to shiver his way through a dry orgasm and simply grip Tristan's hair and hip tight as he came. A playful smile dancing across his lips to match his bright green eyes. "Well, that was pleasant. I thank ye Tristan. I needed that te blow off some steam." His voice was soft and amused. It was also genuinely thankful. He hadn't taken a male lover in a while. He groaned his pleasure as he leaned back and slowly shifted until he was sitting on the floor, letting go of the other man so he could prop himself onto his hands. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 01:40 Post #43 |
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Passion-Junkie
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A bright grin lighted Tristans face, when he felt Lynx come too and finally he let himself slide to the floor too, right at the side of the Irish. Mmhh.. yes it was... and my pleasure to help you out Lynx. He said with a cheerful wink and another smirk. He leaned over and lay his hand on Lynx cheek, turning his face towards the Brujah. He kissed him playful and soft. Maybe we go for another sometime... Leaning back with a smug smile then. Hs gaze went over the sofa, oh my... Sorry for the mess, pal. Suddenly he thought about the time, how long did they sit downstairs? And howlong were they up here? He had completely lost the tme... His eyes roamed the room to see, if there was a clock somewhere... |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 01:58 Post #44 |
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Lynx chuckled in amusement and saw Tristan's wandering glances. He figured the man might be looking for a clock, since a lot of vampires tended to get edgy when they were away from their havens as the dawn approached. He grinned and returned the kiss. "Perhaps we'll do it again. Ye may want te be heading te yer haven before the dawn catches ye. I've got some cleaning up to do. Don't apologize. Some messes are worth the making." He chuckled openly at that and ran his fingers through Tristan's hair. Then he rose to his feet and slid over to his slacks. He slipped them on and didn't bother with anything else. Though he did make sure none of Tristan's clothing had been caught in the mess and playfully tossed them to the Brujah. He'd had a fun excursion. For a start it wasn't bad. It had given him a few moments where his mind wasn't brooding on the loss of his loved ones. That was all he could ask for lately. He'd escort the Brujah out of the club once he was dressed and turn to cleaning up the place. He reflected he'd have to do a data dump of the hidden security cameras again. Just to make sure nothing got viewed by eyes that shouldn't few it. Fortunately he was the only one who knew where to access the cameras from, and the drives did NOT go to anything attached to the internet. He'd learned that much. Didn't mean he didn't keep a copy for himself as a souvenir. Because there was a reason a good business man should own a DVD burner. Pure pleasurable reasons. |
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| Tristan Gersdorff | Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 07:59 Post #45 |
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After he collected his clothes and dressed again he called a cab and followed Lynx downstairs to leave the club. This was an unexpected pleasurable night at this new place and he sure would return, for some jamming or slamming didn't matter, just having fun. Have a safe night, handsome... Sitting in the cab then with a smile, thinking about home. Finding passion in a new playmates arms was one, feeling the loving arms of his Ghoul the other. |
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