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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 20, 2010 19:59:12 GMT -5
The albino smirked as he felt the other's body shuddering, and he didn't blame the blonde - it was both very seducing, but his fingers were equally cold. A second later, however, it was his turn to be surprised, as the Briton pulled him forward onto his lap, by curling his arms around his lean hips, then began to nibble on his ear. Gilbert stifled a moan; he couldn't - not now, when the people was watching, not now, when he was singing.
Slowly, this Arthur Kirkland was pulling apart his resistance. He undid a few more buttons, and slid off his lap, showing a look of extremely dominance before winking and doing a little 'tsk' with his tongue. A little bang with his fingers continued, then he circled around the Englishman, smiling an interesting, innocent smile. However, the intent was way different from the look indeed. Gilbert had mastered intimidation, and also deception. His look was very much far from the inside thought, but no one had to know that, did they?
"I am yours forever, yes, forever,
I will follow,
Anywhere in anyway,
Never gonna let go~
Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho
I need you,
Gonna make it,
I'm ready,
So take it!"
Dark, crimson glittered as the room turned black, and he turned around to unbutton some buttons that Arthur's blouse had.
"Wait, mm?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 20, 2010 22:01:57 GMT -5
In everything he did, especially in games like these, Arthur Kirkland was the one that did the dominating. Rarely, very, very rarely, was he the one being dominated - especially when he wasn't even being touched.
It was new, it was refreshing, and it was extremely erotic.
However, as much as he wanted to jump the German and show him what pleasure truly meant, or maybe even be reminded of it himself, he had to hold himself in check for just a little longer. After all, this was a game, and no game was fun without the thrill of the chase. Thus, when Gilbert began circling around him, the sweet smile on his lips contrasting the predatory nature of his actions, Arthur forced himself to stay still.
It was only when intense crimson eyes met his own emerald orbs and slim fingers undid some of the buttons of the Englishman's shirt that Arthur allowed himself to move, to remind his body that while it felt good to be submissive and teased, it felt even better to dominate, to tame, and to conquer.
He moved swiftly, so as to catch Gilbert off-guard. Rising to his full height, he grabbed the German's wrist and turned him around before drawing him near, pulling him flush against Arthur's chest. His free hand circled around the other man's waist, keeping him still and re-establishing the fact that, right now, Arthur Kirkland was in control. Then, lowering his lips to teasingly nip at the sensitive flesh on his victim's throat, the Briton chuckled and said, "My apologies, but I've never been very good at waiting."
Arthur couldn't see Gilbert's face, both because of the lighting and because the albino had his back against him, but he hoped that the German's body would react and tell him how successful he was in remembering the art of seduction.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 21, 2010 0:06:54 GMT -5
Gilbert was surprised again; a bit of the once-dominating personality fell away as he was pulled against the taller man's chest, and he found himself blushing. Dammit, now he felt like he was becoming more and more uke by the minute. For now, he would play along. The people were shouting at them, to do something, and the albino had an idea. Time and patience, time and patience. It was extremely hard to think - especially because the Briton was attacking his neck, and the Bar was going positively wild. Damn it, it felt too good.
Nevertheless, he gripped the microphone once more and began to finish it.
"You are the reason that I breathe,
You are the reason that I still believe,
You are my destiny,
Jai Ho! Oh-oh-oh-oh!
No there is nothing that can stop us,
Nothing can ever come between us,
So come and dance with me,
Jai Ho! Oohh oh!"
Gilbert leaned back, slamming the Briton to the table behind them. A smirk rose and stayed in place as he turned around, tapping a finger on Arthur's lips, then turned away, giving a final, lustful look behind. With the final bang of the drums and the whiz of the guitar strings, the song ended, and the German found himself going back to Arthur, then grabbed his tie softly, pulling the other's face forward like he had done before.
"Punishment, then?"
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jun 21, 2010 1:19:24 GMT -5
To be so innocent and submissive one moment, then devious and dominant the next... Gilbert Beilschmidt was certainly one of the most impressive and intriguing men that Arthur had ever met.
His lips tingled slightly from where Gilbert had touched them, but his attention remained on the smoldering gaze the German had sent him just before the song reached its final notes. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to wonder if, perhaps, he wasn't as good as he thought he was - at least, not anymore. It had been a while since he'd done something like this, after all.
No. As tempting as it was to just give in and see just how far he could go with this man, see just how far back he was willing to go in one night, he refused to lose. He was Arthur Kirkland, damnit! He was not one to be dominated, no matter how alluring and seductive Gilbert was.
However, when the German took hold of Arthur's tie and pulled him closer, an enticing smirk on his lips as he talked about punishment, the Briton felt his self-control crack ever so slightly. He leaned forward to steal a kiss, but was able to stop himself just before their lips fully met.
As he stared directly into Gilbert's eyes - dear God, that was an amazing shade of red -, Arthur managed to bring forth a smirk as he replied, "Of course, Gilbert. But first..."
He trailed off, reaching out to trail a slender finger down the albino's jaw before coming to a rest at his chin. Raising the other man's face by a few degrees to get it at the perfect angle, Arthur brushed his lips against Gilbert's. It was swift and light, and if it wasn't for the tingling of his lips, Arthur would've thought that they hadn't made any contact.
He was quick to pull away after that, allowing the German to see the haughty smirk on his lips as he finally finished his sentence. "...Maybe you should get to work on appeasing the crowd."
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