Evan gave Kiyo an amused smile at being told he could do anything he wanted with the piece of Kiyo's anatomy that he currently held in his hand.
"Oh, I intend to..."
That was all he said on the matter for the moment. He didn't want to make his partner wait any more than necessary. It was not something Kiyoshi was particularly known for, which was, though he would never tell his lover, very adorable. Evan knew that Kiyo would likely grow out of that trait eventually and the longer they were together the more accustomed the werewolf would be with someone taking their time to love him right. In the meantime, he would just love Kiyo again and again and again. It was not exactly an onerous task. He loved finding new ways to show his wolf just how special he was.
The hands in his hair felt good; Kiyo tense with pleasure pressed close and warm and hard in his mouth felt even better. He had hardly begun before his lover was already to the point of release. Evan could feel it even before Kiyo's whispered warning. He wrapped one arm around behind his partner, pulling his hips to him so Kiyo would not pull away. With his other hand he gently stroked the base of his partner's cock and balls, massaging gently. Evan wanted every drop that Kiyo had to give. He swallowed it all greedily; he couldn't taste his lover's blood but he could taste his seed. It was something, the only thing they could share, and he would savor it every chance he had to do so.
Intent as he was on Kiyo's climax, he almost dismissed the soft thump as unimportant. If they had not been in a public place then he might have missed it entirely but he was wary of any sounds that were not expected and so the noise gave him a slight pause. When Kiyo was still, Evan pulled away and stood. He pulled his partner from the wall so he did not have to lean down below the shelves, or else he too might be attacked by the closet.
Evan wrapped his arms around his lover and reached one up to gently massage the back of Kiyo's head.
"The closet is jealous, obviously." He would keep silent on the things the wall told him; they had most definitely not been the first people to use this little room as a place to be intimate. Most had been employees though once Batman and Robin had got it on against the wall during a Halloween party a few years ago.
He leaned down and kissed Kiyo gently on the lips. "Much better." Evan smiled. "I think we might have to make a habit of finding little out of the way places to be ourselves in." Or more specifically places where he could be himself with Kiyo. Evalyn was necessary to keep their relationship safely private but he still wanted to be himself when he could. "What do you think?"
It's All Business (attn: Evan)
Kiyo was damn near floating by the time he and Evan reached the arcade. He was full of sushi and steak, a decent beer, and he'd walked the whole way from the restaurant to the arcade with his hand tucked in Evalyn's or his arm around her waist. There had even been a kiss or three in there. The night was already incredible. That there was more to come made him deliriously happy.
They wandered through the arcade noting the location of all the games. The arcade was fairly crowded but not annoyingly so. There were employees everywhere, carrying food and drinks and supplying players with change.
"Not as good as Terminus," Kiyo said softly into Evalyn's ear. It wasn't... it was a darn good arcade but Terminus was more than an arcade.
"Oh look," he said, pointing as he spotted a row of skeeball games. "Can we? What else do you want to play?"
He kept his fingers twined with Evalyn's, enjoying the touch. It was hard to conceal the expression of happiness on is face. With every moment spent in each other's company Kiyo grew a tiny bit more confident. Sure, they hadn't had a lot of time yet but so far Evan was doing wonders for Kiyo's self image. He just wanted to cling to the vampire forever.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
The entire room could have fallen down and exposed their activities to the arcade's entire population; Kiyoshi didn't really care. He forced his hands to remain gentle in Evan's hair even as he tried to quietly catch his breath. It wasn't easy - catching his breath, anyhow. His knees immediately finished the transformation to jello as his body relaxed momentarily and he was very glad for Evan's presence, for the arms wrapped around him drawing him in as he leaned against that broad, comforting chest.
His hands went around Evan's waist and slid down beneath the top of the black cargo pants. Kiyo was momentarily satisfied but nowhere near finished. At least, he thought with a soft sigh as he inhaled Evan's familiar, reassuring scent, what he lacked in quality he could make up for in quantity. His hands found Evan's ass and he pulled his partner closer yet, sighing again, a noise that ended in a soft little moan.
"Let it be jealous," he murmured as Evan kissed him softly. He shivered, loving the gentleness in that caress.
Evan's words were both soothing and exciting, if such a thing were possible. It comforted him to know this wasn't to be over so soon, that while Evan may grow bored with him it obviously hadn't begun to happen yet. The prospect of finding various ways to be with each other, without disguises, was exciting.
"Sounds like a plan," Kiyo whispered against Evan's neck as he moved softly against his partner. He freed one hand, leaving the other where it was, and slid it between them. Flicking his thumb against the button holding Evan's clothing closed Kiyo looked up with big hopeful eyes and a solemn expression.
"Do you... want me, too, Evan?" His voice was tense with longing. He wanted to please Evan, to give more of himself. His partner had such great patience, and amazing stamina, but Kiyo didn't want him neglected. There were many ways in which his own release could be achieved and Kiyo wanted to give that to him.
He slid his hand down further, boldly, his confidence having grown somewhat in the past week but still not ready to assume Evan truly wanted him to keep going. "I can do that for you too. I want to."
If Evan would enjoy it; he left that bit unspoken. But what he couldn't hide was the fact that he was ready to writhe in pleasure against his partner once more, his body pliant and soft for all its angles. Kiyo wasn't sure anyone had ever awakened him like this. He felt different with Evan. Almost... sexy. Sort of. Whatever the feeling was it made him tilt his head back and stand on his toes, seeking another soft kiss and an answer.
His hands went around Evan's waist and slid down beneath the top of the black cargo pants. Kiyo was momentarily satisfied but nowhere near finished. At least, he thought with a soft sigh as he inhaled Evan's familiar, reassuring scent, what he lacked in quality he could make up for in quantity. His hands found Evan's ass and he pulled his partner closer yet, sighing again, a noise that ended in a soft little moan.
"Let it be jealous," he murmured as Evan kissed him softly. He shivered, loving the gentleness in that caress.
Evan's words were both soothing and exciting, if such a thing were possible. It comforted him to know this wasn't to be over so soon, that while Evan may grow bored with him it obviously hadn't begun to happen yet. The prospect of finding various ways to be with each other, without disguises, was exciting.
"Sounds like a plan," Kiyo whispered against Evan's neck as he moved softly against his partner. He freed one hand, leaving the other where it was, and slid it between them. Flicking his thumb against the button holding Evan's clothing closed Kiyo looked up with big hopeful eyes and a solemn expression.
"Do you... want me, too, Evan?" His voice was tense with longing. He wanted to please Evan, to give more of himself. His partner had such great patience, and amazing stamina, but Kiyo didn't want him neglected. There were many ways in which his own release could be achieved and Kiyo wanted to give that to him.
He slid his hand down further, boldly, his confidence having grown somewhat in the past week but still not ready to assume Evan truly wanted him to keep going. "I can do that for you too. I want to."
If Evan would enjoy it; he left that bit unspoken. But what he couldn't hide was the fact that he was ready to writhe in pleasure against his partner once more, his body pliant and soft for all its angles. Kiyo wasn't sure anyone had ever awakened him like this. He felt different with Evan. Almost... sexy. Sort of. Whatever the feeling was it made him tilt his head back and stand on his toes, seeking another soft kiss and an answer.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan was very aware of where Kiyo's hand had gone even while he hummed in pleasure as his partner pressed closer to whisper a response to his plan. He marveled absently at how sultry Kiyoshi could be for someone who was so uncertain in a relationship. Doomed, he was doomed as soon as his lover realized how powerfully attractive he was and the effect it had on him. Kiyo's voice when they were alone was almost a purr, both rough and soft at the same time, with an accent that was almost musical. It was sex. Evan wondered if Kiyo could talk him to orgasm and thought that at some point in the future that might be possible...when his Little Wolf felt more confident.
The way Kiyo moved was seductive as well. He had yet to explain how much like a bird he truly was and how movement caught his eye; it fascinated and compelled him. When they were together Kiyo moved like he did when he flair tended or spun poi. He was fluid and graceful, aware of his body but not aware of how utterly arousing he was. The mixture of erotic movement and honesty of intention was intoxicating.
And again Evan thought that whenever Kiyo awakened to his seductive potential then he was doomed. He was already pretty certain the werewolf was claiming a nice cozy space for himself in his heart; he would likely have the whole thing pretty soon. This irresistible hotness was too much. He could only imagine what would happen next... him following Kiyo around like a lost little lamb, never wanting to leave the bedroom, forgetting other people even existed...the possibilities were numerous and drastic.
He blinked at Kiyo briefly in disbelief, having been so utterly abused in his lover's movements that he was certain his body's reaction was fairly screaming its response to the werewolf's touch. Evan reached up and held onto the shelf near his head, using it to steady himself. The other arm held Kiyo loosely but he was unwillingly to fully let go just yet.
Evan leaned down and kissed Kiyo tenderly, his breathing shallow and uneven as his whole body waited to see what his lover would do with that hand that have moved lower and then paused when Kiyo added that he would like to return the attention he had just been given. Moving over to Kiyo's ear, he said in a hoarse whisper. "I would very much like you to."
He hoped that Kiyoshi understood that he did not have to anything and for that reason Evan had not answered with a simple yes. What he wanted Kiyo to do and what Kiyo had to do where entirely different. His partner had expressed a desire to continue and Evan simply hoped that was a real interest and not something Kiyo wanted to do because he felt it was expected of him.
"So long as you truly want to, Little Wolf. You don't have to. There are always other ways and even later if this makes you uncomfortable." Some people simply didn't like oral sex. He could not understand that sentiment personally but he figured that perhaps he was predisposed to enjoying such things. He was a vampire; he drank human blood to survive so other fluids did not seem so much of a stretch. He was also a bird and in that form, well, in that form, everything went into his mouth; it came from having no hands. These things together made for one orally fixated individual. Evan did not think that it was at all unnatural, all things considered.
The way Kiyo moved was seductive as well. He had yet to explain how much like a bird he truly was and how movement caught his eye; it fascinated and compelled him. When they were together Kiyo moved like he did when he flair tended or spun poi. He was fluid and graceful, aware of his body but not aware of how utterly arousing he was. The mixture of erotic movement and honesty of intention was intoxicating.
And again Evan thought that whenever Kiyo awakened to his seductive potential then he was doomed. He was already pretty certain the werewolf was claiming a nice cozy space for himself in his heart; he would likely have the whole thing pretty soon. This irresistible hotness was too much. He could only imagine what would happen next... him following Kiyo around like a lost little lamb, never wanting to leave the bedroom, forgetting other people even existed...the possibilities were numerous and drastic.
He blinked at Kiyo briefly in disbelief, having been so utterly abused in his lover's movements that he was certain his body's reaction was fairly screaming its response to the werewolf's touch. Evan reached up and held onto the shelf near his head, using it to steady himself. The other arm held Kiyo loosely but he was unwillingly to fully let go just yet.
Evan leaned down and kissed Kiyo tenderly, his breathing shallow and uneven as his whole body waited to see what his lover would do with that hand that have moved lower and then paused when Kiyo added that he would like to return the attention he had just been given. Moving over to Kiyo's ear, he said in a hoarse whisper. "I would very much like you to."
He hoped that Kiyoshi understood that he did not have to anything and for that reason Evan had not answered with a simple yes. What he wanted Kiyo to do and what Kiyo had to do where entirely different. His partner had expressed a desire to continue and Evan simply hoped that was a real interest and not something Kiyo wanted to do because he felt it was expected of him.
"So long as you truly want to, Little Wolf. You don't have to. There are always other ways and even later if this makes you uncomfortable." Some people simply didn't like oral sex. He could not understand that sentiment personally but he figured that perhaps he was predisposed to enjoying such things. He was a vampire; he drank human blood to survive so other fluids did not seem so much of a stretch. He was also a bird and in that form, well, in that form, everything went into his mouth; it came from having no hands. These things together made for one orally fixated individual. Evan did not think that it was at all unnatural, all things considered.
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo watched Evan as he spoke. He didn't even try to hide or temper the affection he felt; let it show in his eyes, his face, he didn't care. No one had ever given him such consideration. Even now, rock-hard beneath Kiyo's hand, Evan was giving him an out if he wanted it. Kiyo felt warm all over again, and it wasn't just because Evan's obvious arousal was turning him on again... still. He softly kissed his lover on the lips again and then used his nose to gently nuzzle into Evan's neck and push his head aside a little. With Evan's neck bared to him Kiyo sucked his way gently along the slowly pulsing heartbeat, marveling at the fact that Evan's heart, while beating quickly for him, still managed to pound so slowly.
In the meantime he flicked his thumb again, opening the button on Evan's cargo pants. He moved his other hand around and slid Evan's clothing away from his hips and down a bit. Pulling away from Evan's neck Kiyo returned to his lips, kissing them softly.
"I want to," he reaffirmed. "You don't make me uncomfortable."
Rather the opposite. Evan made him feel more comfortable than he'd ever been. More accepted. More loved. He was almost, almost, starting to think about not being afraid it would end tomorrow or the next time he awoke. But it hadn't been long enough for that.
As he slowly kissed his way down the black tee Evan wore, pausing here and there to gently bite, ignoring the fabric, Kiyo almost dared to consider a long term future with Evan in it. He shoved those thoughts from his head. If he didn't get his hopes up they couldn't come crashing down. Just focus on the present because it might be all you get.
Determined to make the most of that present, Kiyo let his hands glide over Evan's smooth strong back, lower and lower as he moved down. Coming around to Evan's sides Kiyo let his thumbs drift over the hard-muscled, perfectly cut abs as he pushed Evan's shirt away from them. Leaning in, he slowly ran his tongue through each well-defined valley, then into the arc of muscle over each hip.
Finally settling on his knees Kiyo allowed his hands to drift back to Evan's ass, steadying his partner and glancing up at Evan. "Just... tell me if you want me to stop," he said, suddenly slightly uncertain that his skill was equal to the task ahead of him.
He was going to give it his best though. He wanted to do that for Evan, return the pleasure, try to make him feel how Evan made Kiyo feel, treasured and wanted and desirable. He touched his mouth lightly to the straining cock before him, feeling the texture of the velvety tip and then drawing a soft line down Evan's shaft. He inhaled deeply, drawing on his own keen senses, aware of his own complete arousal as the scent of his partner permeated every facet of his awareness. He was literally drowning in Evan and he loved it.
Kiyo parted his lips and ran his tongue back up Evan's cock, still holding onto his ass with both hands, letting his mouth do the work. Drawing a warm wet circle at the tip he pulled away and licked a slow line up the other side. He repeated the motion several times, each one slow and deliberate, before finally enclosing Evan in his mouth and sucking gently as he took as much of his partner in as he could.
In the meantime he flicked his thumb again, opening the button on Evan's cargo pants. He moved his other hand around and slid Evan's clothing away from his hips and down a bit. Pulling away from Evan's neck Kiyo returned to his lips, kissing them softly.
"I want to," he reaffirmed. "You don't make me uncomfortable."
Rather the opposite. Evan made him feel more comfortable than he'd ever been. More accepted. More loved. He was almost, almost, starting to think about not being afraid it would end tomorrow or the next time he awoke. But it hadn't been long enough for that.
As he slowly kissed his way down the black tee Evan wore, pausing here and there to gently bite, ignoring the fabric, Kiyo almost dared to consider a long term future with Evan in it. He shoved those thoughts from his head. If he didn't get his hopes up they couldn't come crashing down. Just focus on the present because it might be all you get.
Determined to make the most of that present, Kiyo let his hands glide over Evan's smooth strong back, lower and lower as he moved down. Coming around to Evan's sides Kiyo let his thumbs drift over the hard-muscled, perfectly cut abs as he pushed Evan's shirt away from them. Leaning in, he slowly ran his tongue through each well-defined valley, then into the arc of muscle over each hip.
Finally settling on his knees Kiyo allowed his hands to drift back to Evan's ass, steadying his partner and glancing up at Evan. "Just... tell me if you want me to stop," he said, suddenly slightly uncertain that his skill was equal to the task ahead of him.
He was going to give it his best though. He wanted to do that for Evan, return the pleasure, try to make him feel how Evan made Kiyo feel, treasured and wanted and desirable. He touched his mouth lightly to the straining cock before him, feeling the texture of the velvety tip and then drawing a soft line down Evan's shaft. He inhaled deeply, drawing on his own keen senses, aware of his own complete arousal as the scent of his partner permeated every facet of his awareness. He was literally drowning in Evan and he loved it.
Kiyo parted his lips and ran his tongue back up Evan's cock, still holding onto his ass with both hands, letting his mouth do the work. Drawing a warm wet circle at the tip he pulled away and licked a slow line up the other side. He repeated the motion several times, each one slow and deliberate, before finally enclosing Evan in his mouth and sucking gently as he took as much of his partner in as he could.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan tilted his head to the side and gave Kiyo better access to his neck. The soft sensuous touch of his lover's lips almost made him forget that Kiyoshi could never bite him. He pushed the rest of those thoughts more forcefully away; a human would not bite him either, at least not in the same way a vampire would. Their relationship was unusual, perhaps improbable, but Evan chose to believe that it was not impossible.
His thoughts came back to the broom closet when his partner began to push his clothing aside. Kiyo told him that he did not make him uncomfortable. "That's good." It seemed to be something unusual for Kiyo, feeling comfortable with someone else, Evan didn't want to do anything to mess that up. Kiyo's trust was precious and he wanted to keep it. It was something that was hard to fix once it was broken and he could not bare to be yet another person to let down Kiyo.
The feel of his lover's hands on his bare skin and Kiyoshi's mouth gently kissing and biting through the thin fabric of his tee shirt made any more thinking very difficult. Evan closed his eyes and sighed happily as Kiyo continued to travel down his body making stops along the way with his mouth and hands.
By the time his companion spoke again Evan was as tense as a tightly wound wire. He looked down at Kiyo, trying to imagine a situation in which he could possibly want his partner to stop. Power outage, closing time?...no. World War III?...no. Someone trying to open the door?...nope, not even then. Just the same, he nodded solemnly to Kiyo, promising he would let him know.
The first touch of Kiyoshi's lips made him forget to breath. The feel of his lover's tongue teasingly light across his skin was agonizingly arousing. It was a beginning, more than the almost chaste touches that had passed between them while they were in public that still somehow, with a glance here, a brush there, a sigh, a laugh, made him long for this moment. While they walked, in the restaurant, and as they played there had all been moments where all he wanted was to pull Kiyo close and do...this.
When Kiyo finally took him into his mouth Evan was forced to remember to breath. It came out in a low moan. He gripped the shelf like a lifeline. "Oh god..." He was not sure which one he was referring to at the moment but the sentiment was appropriate; he certainly felt blessed...perhaps not holy but definitely blessed.
"Don't stop, Little Wolf." Evan inhaled deeply, gathering as much patience as he could muster. "Please... Don't stop."
His thoughts came back to the broom closet when his partner began to push his clothing aside. Kiyo told him that he did not make him uncomfortable. "That's good." It seemed to be something unusual for Kiyo, feeling comfortable with someone else, Evan didn't want to do anything to mess that up. Kiyo's trust was precious and he wanted to keep it. It was something that was hard to fix once it was broken and he could not bare to be yet another person to let down Kiyo.
The feel of his lover's hands on his bare skin and Kiyoshi's mouth gently kissing and biting through the thin fabric of his tee shirt made any more thinking very difficult. Evan closed his eyes and sighed happily as Kiyo continued to travel down his body making stops along the way with his mouth and hands.
By the time his companion spoke again Evan was as tense as a tightly wound wire. He looked down at Kiyo, trying to imagine a situation in which he could possibly want his partner to stop. Power outage, closing time?...no. World War III?...no. Someone trying to open the door?...nope, not even then. Just the same, he nodded solemnly to Kiyo, promising he would let him know.
The first touch of Kiyoshi's lips made him forget to breath. The feel of his lover's tongue teasingly light across his skin was agonizingly arousing. It was a beginning, more than the almost chaste touches that had passed between them while they were in public that still somehow, with a glance here, a brush there, a sigh, a laugh, made him long for this moment. While they walked, in the restaurant, and as they played there had all been moments where all he wanted was to pull Kiyo close and do...this.
When Kiyo finally took him into his mouth Evan was forced to remember to breath. It came out in a low moan. He gripped the shelf like a lifeline. "Oh god..." He was not sure which one he was referring to at the moment but the sentiment was appropriate; he certainly felt blessed...perhaps not holy but definitely blessed.
"Don't stop, Little Wolf." Evan inhaled deeply, gathering as much patience as he could muster. "Please... Don't stop."
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Evan's soft curse almost made him pause, but when the words were followed by the apparently fervent plea for Kiyo not to stop, the werewolf felt reassured. He loved the nickname Evan used for him, not feeling patronized by it at all. On the contrary it made him feel somewhat cherished and he thought he's quickly grown used to it, and would miss it if Evan stopped calling him by it.
Kiyo smoothed his hands over Evan's back, over his ass, down the backs of his thighs, enjoying the feel of tense muscle beneath smooth skin. Evan was breathtakingly handsome. It made Kiyo happy to know that he could give Evan some enjoyment. He wanted to do this.
To his slight surprise, he found himself enjoying it as well. He closed his eyes and let Evan's scent continue to flood his senses, memorizing his taste, his feel. He gently moved back and forth as he slowly drew back, and then slid himself down his lover's hardened length once more. He finally slid one hand around Evan's front, gently exploring, his slim dextrous fingers stroking the base of his partner's cock, brushing along the hollow of his thigh, and then cupping his balls.
Kiyo had certainly done this before... more times than he could count if truth be told, but he wasn't sure he'd ever actually wanted to do it this badly. Desire to please made him stretch himself as far as he could go, opening his mouth further, experimenting with how much he could take in. His tongue worked gently over Evan's length, licking softly, coaxing his partner toward climax while his hands worked gently in concert.
Meanwhile, he wondered how he was going to calm himself back down again after this but that thought was fleeting, most of his awareness being consumed in the task at hand. He spared a small portion of his thoughts to remain diligent, listening for any sign that someone might be coming near the door but he heard nothing; they may as well be in their own little world here.
Kiyo loved that. He liked what they were doing. He wanted to run home and do more of it.
Drawing away again he looked up at Evan and ran his tongue over his lips, a smile forming hesitantly over them. "You taste good," he said softly. Leaning closer once more he took Evan into his mouth again in earnest, his rhythm speeding up slightly while he stroked with his hand.
He might not be as good at this as some of Evan's partners in the past, but Kiyo was determined to make up for any lack of skill with enthusiasm.
Kiyo smoothed his hands over Evan's back, over his ass, down the backs of his thighs, enjoying the feel of tense muscle beneath smooth skin. Evan was breathtakingly handsome. It made Kiyo happy to know that he could give Evan some enjoyment. He wanted to do this.
To his slight surprise, he found himself enjoying it as well. He closed his eyes and let Evan's scent continue to flood his senses, memorizing his taste, his feel. He gently moved back and forth as he slowly drew back, and then slid himself down his lover's hardened length once more. He finally slid one hand around Evan's front, gently exploring, his slim dextrous fingers stroking the base of his partner's cock, brushing along the hollow of his thigh, and then cupping his balls.
Kiyo had certainly done this before... more times than he could count if truth be told, but he wasn't sure he'd ever actually wanted to do it this badly. Desire to please made him stretch himself as far as he could go, opening his mouth further, experimenting with how much he could take in. His tongue worked gently over Evan's length, licking softly, coaxing his partner toward climax while his hands worked gently in concert.
Meanwhile, he wondered how he was going to calm himself back down again after this but that thought was fleeting, most of his awareness being consumed in the task at hand. He spared a small portion of his thoughts to remain diligent, listening for any sign that someone might be coming near the door but he heard nothing; they may as well be in their own little world here.
Kiyo loved that. He liked what they were doing. He wanted to run home and do more of it.
Drawing away again he looked up at Evan and ran his tongue over his lips, a smile forming hesitantly over them. "You taste good," he said softly. Leaning closer once more he took Evan into his mouth again in earnest, his rhythm speeding up slightly while he stroked with his hand.
He might not be as good at this as some of Evan's partners in the past, but Kiyo was determined to make up for any lack of skill with enthusiasm.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
With Kiyo doing what he was doing Evan did not think he would last very long, not when he already wanted Kiyo so badly. He moaned softly as his partner slid further down his erection, Kiyo's light touches becoming something more. The werewolf's movements were still gentle and exploring; Evan loved the feel of them and demanded patience from himself as Kiyo gained more confidence, tasting and touching, deciding what worked with Evan and what didn't.
His lover was doing a wonderful job; there was no reason to worry. Evan was definitely not going to complain with his treatment, moan a little, definitely, complain, never.
He looked down at his lover, brushing his freehand across Kiyo's cheek and giving him a smile. His concern was that Kiyoshi did not truly enjoy what he was doing but felt that it was expected or the right thing to do in exchange for a similar service. Evan watched him closely for a few moments and it seemed that his partner was enjoying the experience. He, personally, enjoyed feeling his lover tense beneath him, hearing the sounds he elicited, and tasting the results of his efforts. Evan decided to do his best to give Kiyo as much of that kind of encouragement as was possible in a public place.
Reaching down, he slid his hand beneath Kiyo's long hair and gently stroked the nape of his lover's neck. Evan gasped softly as his partner raised his hand and began exploring sensitive areas of his body. He felt the shelf above him creak and loosen, his grip nearly pulling it free from its support brackets. Sheepishly, Evan released his hold on it and placed his hand on the wall instead.
Kiyo pulled away and looked up at him with a hesitant smile that was just so adorable and sexy at the same time that all Evan could do was stare. He was then proclaimed tasty which made him choke on the laughter that threatened to give them away. Grinning down at Kiyo like the magpie that already ate the wolf, he said, "So do you. I want a second helping later."
Then speaking became impossible as his lover leaned forward and began working on him in earnest. Evan closed his eyes. His head was tilted back and his mouth was open in a silent series of gasps that couldn't seem to make their way out of a body that was paralyzed with pleasure.
Not much longer and he was there. Evan forced sound of his tightened chest. "Ki...yo..." The end was reached in an ecstasy that was so overwhelming that he forgot where he was. Evan moaned loudly as his release coursed through him, finding his lungs once more working. Unfortunate timing. He did not notice how much sound he had made until he came back to his senses.
Sliding a hand over his mouth, Evan looked down at Kiyo apologetically and whispered, "Oops." He reached out and pulled his partner up off the floor. Holding Kiyo close, Evan listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.
After a moment it seemed that they had escaped notice, all the arcade games making their demo sounds appeared to have covered his indiscretion.
"I'm sorry, Little Wolf." He muttered into Kiyo's neck. "You make me forget myself." Evan then went about making amends in the form of tender kisses.
His lover was doing a wonderful job; there was no reason to worry. Evan was definitely not going to complain with his treatment, moan a little, definitely, complain, never.
He looked down at his lover, brushing his freehand across Kiyo's cheek and giving him a smile. His concern was that Kiyoshi did not truly enjoy what he was doing but felt that it was expected or the right thing to do in exchange for a similar service. Evan watched him closely for a few moments and it seemed that his partner was enjoying the experience. He, personally, enjoyed feeling his lover tense beneath him, hearing the sounds he elicited, and tasting the results of his efforts. Evan decided to do his best to give Kiyo as much of that kind of encouragement as was possible in a public place.
Reaching down, he slid his hand beneath Kiyo's long hair and gently stroked the nape of his lover's neck. Evan gasped softly as his partner raised his hand and began exploring sensitive areas of his body. He felt the shelf above him creak and loosen, his grip nearly pulling it free from its support brackets. Sheepishly, Evan released his hold on it and placed his hand on the wall instead.
Kiyo pulled away and looked up at him with a hesitant smile that was just so adorable and sexy at the same time that all Evan could do was stare. He was then proclaimed tasty which made him choke on the laughter that threatened to give them away. Grinning down at Kiyo like the magpie that already ate the wolf, he said, "So do you. I want a second helping later."
Then speaking became impossible as his lover leaned forward and began working on him in earnest. Evan closed his eyes. His head was tilted back and his mouth was open in a silent series of gasps that couldn't seem to make their way out of a body that was paralyzed with pleasure.
Not much longer and he was there. Evan forced sound of his tightened chest. "Ki...yo..." The end was reached in an ecstasy that was so overwhelming that he forgot where he was. Evan moaned loudly as his release coursed through him, finding his lungs once more working. Unfortunate timing. He did not notice how much sound he had made until he came back to his senses.
Sliding a hand over his mouth, Evan looked down at Kiyo apologetically and whispered, "Oops." He reached out and pulled his partner up off the floor. Holding Kiyo close, Evan listened carefully to the sounds outside the door.
After a moment it seemed that they had escaped notice, all the arcade games making their demo sounds appeared to have covered his indiscretion.
"I'm sorry, Little Wolf." He muttered into Kiyo's neck. "You make me forget myself." Evan then went about making amends in the form of tender kisses.
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyo felt warmed by Evan's enthusiastic responses. At first Evan's light caresses had made him flinch away uncertainly but he was rapidly learning that force wasn't Evan's way and pain wasn't part of their lovemaking. It wasn't that Kiyo minded either, not really; it was the fact that with previous lovers those things had been a foregone conclusion and such tenderness had not been offered. Evan offered gentleness first - it made Kiyo inclined to offer everything else Evan might want, freely and because it was his choice. Thus far, though, he had yet to actually make such an offer, still basking in the sensation of this unexpectedly warm and sweet relationship.
He wanted to make Evan happy. It colored everything he did. This was the first time Kiyo had used his senses in exactly this fashion, but he did use them... his sharp ears heard every hitch in Evan's breath, every restrained gasp, every soft moan. His hands felt the slow beat of Evan's pulse, each twitch of a muscle. Even his nose picked up on certain changes alerting him to the forthcoming climax before it even began. He altered his movements to continuously perform those actions that elicited such pleasant gasps and moans, his mouth working along Evan's length as passionately as possible.
Evan claimed to want a second helping; Kiyo emitted a muffled moan against Evan's cock and closed his eyes briefly... he was already ready for it. There was no way to tell his body it would have to wait, not while in this position. He thought briefly about touching himself, but Evan might not like that. Besides, he liked his hands where they were, busy with better things.
Before Evan uttered his name Kiyo felt his lover's body tighten, ready for release. Stroking with his hand Kiyo moved back slightly, wanting to know Evan's taste, to imprint it on his memory. He opened his eyes and took in the tantalizing sight of Evan standing over him, his head thrown back, silky black hair rippling down his back in a midnight waterfall as he came. Kiyo could see his fangs, sharp and dangerous, as he climaxed loudly, abandoning all restraint as he throbbed in his partner's embrace.
Kiyo gently drew away as Evan finished, softly licking at his lover's spent cock, unwilling to pull away entirely. He savored the lingering taste, strong and sweet upon his tongue, marveling at how different it could feel when you gave yourself willingly. He felt light, floaty, ecstatic.
Evan pulled him up and pulled him close; Kiyo relaxed into his strong arms, a little self-conscious of the fact that he was back to being rock hard but unable to help that at all. As Evan spoke into his neck Kiyoshi wound his arms around Evan's shoulders and pulled himself even closer, nestling up to that broad chest as he was gently kissed again and again.
He glanced at the door. "It's okay," he whispered softly. "There are two boys outside on one of the games but they're too high to notice anything we do - or care."
He tilted his head back, meeting Evan's lips, moaning softly against them even as he sifted through the thousands of scents around him. "There's another group just past them... but they're drunk, mostly."
He wrinkled his nose briefly. "And one of them is... uh, it's her time of the month. She's more likely to look for a bathroom than a storage closet."
There were other scents and sounds but he ignored them for now. "No one is talking about any sort of strange sound."
Glancing at Evan shyly Kiyo added, "but I liked making you... make them."
He would gladly do it again... and again, he knew, to see Evan's face wear that expression of bliss, to feel his partner's body in its vulnerable moments as he gave himself over to Kiyo's care. As Kiyoshi considered their immediate future he couldn't help getting even clingier, if that was possible, drawing his legs up, locking them around Evan's waist, and hanging on koala-style as he kissed Evan again.
He wanted to make Evan happy. It colored everything he did. This was the first time Kiyo had used his senses in exactly this fashion, but he did use them... his sharp ears heard every hitch in Evan's breath, every restrained gasp, every soft moan. His hands felt the slow beat of Evan's pulse, each twitch of a muscle. Even his nose picked up on certain changes alerting him to the forthcoming climax before it even began. He altered his movements to continuously perform those actions that elicited such pleasant gasps and moans, his mouth working along Evan's length as passionately as possible.
Evan claimed to want a second helping; Kiyo emitted a muffled moan against Evan's cock and closed his eyes briefly... he was already ready for it. There was no way to tell his body it would have to wait, not while in this position. He thought briefly about touching himself, but Evan might not like that. Besides, he liked his hands where they were, busy with better things.
Before Evan uttered his name Kiyo felt his lover's body tighten, ready for release. Stroking with his hand Kiyo moved back slightly, wanting to know Evan's taste, to imprint it on his memory. He opened his eyes and took in the tantalizing sight of Evan standing over him, his head thrown back, silky black hair rippling down his back in a midnight waterfall as he came. Kiyo could see his fangs, sharp and dangerous, as he climaxed loudly, abandoning all restraint as he throbbed in his partner's embrace.
Kiyo gently drew away as Evan finished, softly licking at his lover's spent cock, unwilling to pull away entirely. He savored the lingering taste, strong and sweet upon his tongue, marveling at how different it could feel when you gave yourself willingly. He felt light, floaty, ecstatic.
Evan pulled him up and pulled him close; Kiyo relaxed into his strong arms, a little self-conscious of the fact that he was back to being rock hard but unable to help that at all. As Evan spoke into his neck Kiyoshi wound his arms around Evan's shoulders and pulled himself even closer, nestling up to that broad chest as he was gently kissed again and again.
He glanced at the door. "It's okay," he whispered softly. "There are two boys outside on one of the games but they're too high to notice anything we do - or care."
He tilted his head back, meeting Evan's lips, moaning softly against them even as he sifted through the thousands of scents around him. "There's another group just past them... but they're drunk, mostly."
He wrinkled his nose briefly. "And one of them is... uh, it's her time of the month. She's more likely to look for a bathroom than a storage closet."
There were other scents and sounds but he ignored them for now. "No one is talking about any sort of strange sound."
Glancing at Evan shyly Kiyo added, "but I liked making you... make them."
He would gladly do it again... and again, he knew, to see Evan's face wear that expression of bliss, to feel his partner's body in its vulnerable moments as he gave himself over to Kiyo's care. As Kiyoshi considered their immediate future he couldn't help getting even clingier, if that was possible, drawing his legs up, locking them around Evan's waist, and hanging on koala-style as he kissed Evan again.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan listened to Kiyo's assessment of their chances of discovery with something close to awe. A vampire's senses were superhuman; they were predators without equal...and yet Kiyoshi could detect things that even he couldn't. He inhaled deeper and considered. There was a very faint tang of pot in the air, musty and earthy with a sharp note of something sweet that had been burned. He would never have noticed it at all if Kiyo hadn't mentioned it. Evan couldn't smell the alcohol on the people further away, either. He could smell the woman but blood was something that vampires were especially attuned toward.
"Is that so?" He grinned at his partner's shy smile and confession. Evan leaned down and gave Kiyo a tender kiss before adding anything more. Pulling away enough to regard his lover, he said, "Then I will happily participate in any such future activities. When we get home; I can even promise to be more vocal." Evan grew more solemn and said. "Thank you. That was..." He sighed, a sound that was both pleased and deliciously relaxed at the same time. "wonderful."
Going back to the arcade beyond their little sanctuary and what Kiyo was able to pick up about their nearest neighbors, he smiled and whispered quietly to his companion,"You are amazing. You can pick all that up?" Evan nibbled gently on Kiyo's shoulder and added. "Makes me wonder what else you are capable of." He was teasing and curious at the same time. He wanted to know more about Kiyoshi, everything there was to know, but he did not want to pry. The bits and pieces of his partner's past that had been shared painted a bleak picture. Kiyo had a horrible childhood, was forcibly turned into something he seemed to hate and it cost him his family. Evan suspected that there was much more to tell and that there were things that Kiyo felt especially uncomfortable speaking about. He wanted to know but only when his lover was ready to tell him.
Changing the subject, he said. "I am now more concerned with someone needing to get a mop or broom or something. I doubt we can count on the employees to be intoxicated." And they could probably count on someone spilling something. Children playing almost always equaled a mess, drunk adults were worse.
Squeezing Kiyo tighter to him, he hummed softly against his lover's neck, sated and happy. "I wish I could safely spend all night loving you right now." Evan glanced down between them at the evidence of his partner's aroused state. "I don't think we can let you go out there like that. Perhaps I should see about that second helping now? So long as there is more for later."
"Is that so?" He grinned at his partner's shy smile and confession. Evan leaned down and gave Kiyo a tender kiss before adding anything more. Pulling away enough to regard his lover, he said, "Then I will happily participate in any such future activities. When we get home; I can even promise to be more vocal." Evan grew more solemn and said. "Thank you. That was..." He sighed, a sound that was both pleased and deliciously relaxed at the same time. "wonderful."
Going back to the arcade beyond their little sanctuary and what Kiyo was able to pick up about their nearest neighbors, he smiled and whispered quietly to his companion,"You are amazing. You can pick all that up?" Evan nibbled gently on Kiyo's shoulder and added. "Makes me wonder what else you are capable of." He was teasing and curious at the same time. He wanted to know more about Kiyoshi, everything there was to know, but he did not want to pry. The bits and pieces of his partner's past that had been shared painted a bleak picture. Kiyo had a horrible childhood, was forcibly turned into something he seemed to hate and it cost him his family. Evan suspected that there was much more to tell and that there were things that Kiyo felt especially uncomfortable speaking about. He wanted to know but only when his lover was ready to tell him.
Changing the subject, he said. "I am now more concerned with someone needing to get a mop or broom or something. I doubt we can count on the employees to be intoxicated." And they could probably count on someone spilling something. Children playing almost always equaled a mess, drunk adults were worse.
Squeezing Kiyo tighter to him, he hummed softly against his lover's neck, sated and happy. "I wish I could safely spend all night loving you right now." Evan glanced down between them at the evidence of his partner's aroused state. "I don't think we can let you go out there like that. Perhaps I should see about that second helping now? So long as there is more for later."
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
Kiyoshi snuggled close to Evan, a little embarrassed that Evan would thank him for... for anything. Unsure what to say about that he just shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and buried his face against Evan's neck. "I want to do that some more," he confessed softly.
A lot more. In fact, he'd gladly live in this little closet for as long as he could. He knew no one was approaching; it was a little tiny sanctuary for now, their own private world. Kiyo could hear the noises of the arcade plain as day around them and yet no one paid them any attention. It was like being invisible.
He was pronounced amazing, but he couldn't agree less. There was nothing amazing about him; in fact, his abilities got him confused in heavily-populated areas until he adjusted. Evan had seen the proof of it but perhaps now he understood what Kiyo meant by it. Other werewolves had heightened senses too, though, not just him. He'd met a few of them over the years. Kiyo peeked at Evan, lifting his head a little bit and raising his eyebrows. Did Evan really want to know? It was only fair; really. Evan had shown Kiyoshi everything he could do. Lots of things, anyway. He could change into a beautiful magpie, talk to inanimate objects, and change his appearance in other ways.
"I can't show you here," he said softly, "but sometimes I can do things... with my voice."
He frowned. "That's why I couldn't make any noise. I was supposed to be quiet or..."
Kiyo broke off, scowling at the memory. He didn't want to talk about that now. What would Evan think about him if he knew that Kiyo was neither brave nor strong? He was simply terrified and cowardly. He was easily dominated. It wasn't an attractive trait.
He leaped on the change of subject and wrapped himself around it much the way he currently clung to Evan. He nodded. "I'll hear them coming," he said, "and I doubt they could open the door with the two of us holding it shut. They'd have to go find a key or some WD-40 or something and we could make our escape."
He offered Evan a fleeting, conspiratorial grin. It was only speculation, but it was kind of fun to envision the two of them engaged in a tug of war with whatever hapless employee did try to retrieve a cleaning utensil. The speculation ended, however, when Evan addressed Kiyo's... not so small problem.
Kiyo felt his face flushing red. "I'm sorry," he said. Embarrassed all over again, he shook his head furiously. "No. I can wait. Just give me a minute."
He released Evan and slid back down his partner's tall muscular frame, setting his feet back on the floor but keeping his arms around Evan's neck as he leaned close. Kiyo tried to envision that poor employee walking in on them but the daydream was constantly being superimposed by snippets of another dream from the not so distant past, the nights spent together in Evan's bed, the taste of Evan in his mouth, the feel of his partner inside him.
Kiyo ground his teeth together almost audibly and thrust the images from his mind. Later, he told himself. Get a grip.
Control was slowly won; for once, Kiyoshi managed to settle himself, content to consider Evan's promise of things to come later. He turned his head up to look at Evan's astonishingly handsome face.
"Can I stay over tonight?" he asked.
He'd spent most of the last week with Evan. Not every night but many of them. Evan had said he wanted to spend many nights together but Kiyo wasn't going to take that for granted; he always asked. He wound his hands softly into Evan's black shirt and gripped it. "I don't want to go back to my room."
His heart pounded, as it always did, as he waited for Evan's answer.
A lot more. In fact, he'd gladly live in this little closet for as long as he could. He knew no one was approaching; it was a little tiny sanctuary for now, their own private world. Kiyo could hear the noises of the arcade plain as day around them and yet no one paid them any attention. It was like being invisible.
He was pronounced amazing, but he couldn't agree less. There was nothing amazing about him; in fact, his abilities got him confused in heavily-populated areas until he adjusted. Evan had seen the proof of it but perhaps now he understood what Kiyo meant by it. Other werewolves had heightened senses too, though, not just him. He'd met a few of them over the years. Kiyo peeked at Evan, lifting his head a little bit and raising his eyebrows. Did Evan really want to know? It was only fair; really. Evan had shown Kiyoshi everything he could do. Lots of things, anyway. He could change into a beautiful magpie, talk to inanimate objects, and change his appearance in other ways.
"I can't show you here," he said softly, "but sometimes I can do things... with my voice."
He frowned. "That's why I couldn't make any noise. I was supposed to be quiet or..."
Kiyo broke off, scowling at the memory. He didn't want to talk about that now. What would Evan think about him if he knew that Kiyo was neither brave nor strong? He was simply terrified and cowardly. He was easily dominated. It wasn't an attractive trait.
He leaped on the change of subject and wrapped himself around it much the way he currently clung to Evan. He nodded. "I'll hear them coming," he said, "and I doubt they could open the door with the two of us holding it shut. They'd have to go find a key or some WD-40 or something and we could make our escape."
He offered Evan a fleeting, conspiratorial grin. It was only speculation, but it was kind of fun to envision the two of them engaged in a tug of war with whatever hapless employee did try to retrieve a cleaning utensil. The speculation ended, however, when Evan addressed Kiyo's... not so small problem.
Kiyo felt his face flushing red. "I'm sorry," he said. Embarrassed all over again, he shook his head furiously. "No. I can wait. Just give me a minute."
He released Evan and slid back down his partner's tall muscular frame, setting his feet back on the floor but keeping his arms around Evan's neck as he leaned close. Kiyo tried to envision that poor employee walking in on them but the daydream was constantly being superimposed by snippets of another dream from the not so distant past, the nights spent together in Evan's bed, the taste of Evan in his mouth, the feel of his partner inside him.
Kiyo ground his teeth together almost audibly and thrust the images from his mind. Later, he told himself. Get a grip.
Control was slowly won; for once, Kiyoshi managed to settle himself, content to consider Evan's promise of things to come later. He turned his head up to look at Evan's astonishingly handsome face.
"Can I stay over tonight?" he asked.
He'd spent most of the last week with Evan. Not every night but many of them. Evan had said he wanted to spend many nights together but Kiyo wasn't going to take that for granted; he always asked. He wound his hands softly into Evan's black shirt and gripped it. "I don't want to go back to my room."
His heart pounded, as it always did, as he waited for Evan's answer.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan smiled at looked down at his quiet but obviously very honest partner. "You won't hear me complaining. Not at all." He rubbed his cheek against Kiyo's silky hair, enjoying the cool feel of it against skin that was still flushed."I am glad that you liked doing it enough to consider doing it again." Evan hoped that the unsaid was understood; if Kiyo had not liked doing it then it would never be demanded of him.
Kiyo's confession about his voice sounded intriguing. Evan hoped to hear more but before he could begin pondering just what kind of talent this might be Kiyo said something more. The unfinished sentence, about someone telling him he had to be quiet, caused a scowl to move across his face like a thunderstorm, sudden and dark. He didn't know who had done these terrible things to Kiyo but he fervently hoped they were alive somewhere...so he could make very certain they paid for their crimes against his gentle lover.
Holding his companion close, Evan softened his features with effort and schooled his voice into a soothing whisper. "I will always love your noises, Little Wolf. I never want you to think you must be quiet." He looked around the little supply room. "Less loud sometimes than others...but never silent."
The change in subject was good for them both; it kept him from brooding over this unnamed demon from Kiyo's past and it saved his companion from speaking further about something he did not wish to speak of. His partner seemed very happy for something else to talk about and even offered a very amusing suggestion for keeping the poor dutiful employee on the other side of the door. He had to admit the mental image was certainly an amusing one. If a vampire and a werewolf couldn't keep one person, likely a teenager, from opening the door then they both needed to be kicked out of the supernatural club.
Kiyo pulled away from him with a blush and Evan cursed his choice of words. He stubbornly held onto his companion for a moment or so before slowly releasing his hold and letting Kiyoshi down.
"But maybe I didn't want to wait." He pouted quietly and crossed his arms over his chest. It was better this way; at least he tried to tell himself that. He could give Kiyo the attention he deserved back at Terminus and home would be much more comfortable than a tiny room filled with cleaning products.
It did not take long for Kiyo to sort himself out; though he suspected that to the wolf it seemed like an eternity. Evan looked up when his partner asked if he could stay the night. "Of..." He was about to answer when he Kiyo took firm hold of his tee shirt and claimed not to want to go home.
Drawing his lover closer, Evan sighed softly. "Of course you can stay, Kiyo. I want you to and you are always welcome." He was sure he had said that before but perhaps it was hard for his companion to believe. He would have to make sure that it was repeated often until Kiyo knew that he was telling him the truth.
"Besides," Evan grinned down at his partner. "How else am I going to get my second helping?"
Kiyo's confession about his voice sounded intriguing. Evan hoped to hear more but before he could begin pondering just what kind of talent this might be Kiyo said something more. The unfinished sentence, about someone telling him he had to be quiet, caused a scowl to move across his face like a thunderstorm, sudden and dark. He didn't know who had done these terrible things to Kiyo but he fervently hoped they were alive somewhere...so he could make very certain they paid for their crimes against his gentle lover.
Holding his companion close, Evan softened his features with effort and schooled his voice into a soothing whisper. "I will always love your noises, Little Wolf. I never want you to think you must be quiet." He looked around the little supply room. "Less loud sometimes than others...but never silent."
The change in subject was good for them both; it kept him from brooding over this unnamed demon from Kiyo's past and it saved his companion from speaking further about something he did not wish to speak of. His partner seemed very happy for something else to talk about and even offered a very amusing suggestion for keeping the poor dutiful employee on the other side of the door. He had to admit the mental image was certainly an amusing one. If a vampire and a werewolf couldn't keep one person, likely a teenager, from opening the door then they both needed to be kicked out of the supernatural club.
Kiyo pulled away from him with a blush and Evan cursed his choice of words. He stubbornly held onto his companion for a moment or so before slowly releasing his hold and letting Kiyoshi down.
"But maybe I didn't want to wait." He pouted quietly and crossed his arms over his chest. It was better this way; at least he tried to tell himself that. He could give Kiyo the attention he deserved back at Terminus and home would be much more comfortable than a tiny room filled with cleaning products.
It did not take long for Kiyo to sort himself out; though he suspected that to the wolf it seemed like an eternity. Evan looked up when his partner asked if he could stay the night. "Of..." He was about to answer when he Kiyo took firm hold of his tee shirt and claimed not to want to go home.
Drawing his lover closer, Evan sighed softly. "Of course you can stay, Kiyo. I want you to and you are always welcome." He was sure he had said that before but perhaps it was hard for his companion to believe. He would have to make sure that it was repeated often until Kiyo knew that he was telling him the truth.
"Besides," Evan grinned down at his partner. "How else am I going to get my second helping?"
Kiyoshi Salinas
13 years ago
The longer they spent in this tiny supply room the less Kiyoshi wanted to leave it. Evan's voice, though soft, permeated through all the noises of the arcade around them, so close and so sweet that Kiyo thought he could listen to it all night. How was it Evan knew just what to say to set him at ease, and why did he care enough about Kiyo to spend those words on him? Kiyo did nothing for Evan. He didn't need Kiyo, not really.
He suffered a mini panic attack in the moment while he awaited Evan's answer. One of these days Evan was going to wake up and realize what Kiyo already knew; Evan could find someone else who was a far more worthy partner, someone who fulfilled all his needs, who was more Evan's equal physically, emotionally, financially, in all the ways it mattered.
Unless Kiyo could somehow manage to be what Evan needed. All the time. Every day, every night. He wanted to find that out so badly. For now, he was a bed-warmer. And he wasn't even sure he was the best he could be in that area. He had to learn. The idea of finding the library struck him again and he tightened his hands in Evan's shirt, resolving to go there before work tomorrow.
Evan's words were perfect, as they always were, and Kiyo let out a little sigh of relief. He forced his fingers to release Evan's shirt once more and smoothed his hands over the broad chest he was leaning against.
"There's definitely seconds to be had," he murmured, smiling up at Evan. He stood on his toes and offered the tall vampire a gentle kiss. "And thirds. Fourths. As much as you can handle."
As much as he could handle, too, Kiyo mused as one kiss led to another, and then another, and threatened to make a shambles of his resolve to hold out until they got back to Evan's place. With a visible effort he pulled himself away and straightened his clothing, then helped put Evan's back to rights as well, although not without a few shameless touches here and there.
Finally Kiyo stood apart from Evan, feeling somewhat sad that his partner was about to disappear and become Evalyn in a moment. It was still Evan, though, and that made him so very happy.
"I guess we should see if our hidden stash is still hidden," Kiyo said, obviously reluctant. He didn't want to go back out to the arcade just yet but the storage closet was no way to spend a date. He wanted Evan to have a good time with him doing, well, other things. It was fun so far, for him at least. Hopefully Evan felt the same.
He suffered a mini panic attack in the moment while he awaited Evan's answer. One of these days Evan was going to wake up and realize what Kiyo already knew; Evan could find someone else who was a far more worthy partner, someone who fulfilled all his needs, who was more Evan's equal physically, emotionally, financially, in all the ways it mattered.
Unless Kiyo could somehow manage to be what Evan needed. All the time. Every day, every night. He wanted to find that out so badly. For now, he was a bed-warmer. And he wasn't even sure he was the best he could be in that area. He had to learn. The idea of finding the library struck him again and he tightened his hands in Evan's shirt, resolving to go there before work tomorrow.
Evan's words were perfect, as they always were, and Kiyo let out a little sigh of relief. He forced his fingers to release Evan's shirt once more and smoothed his hands over the broad chest he was leaning against.
"There's definitely seconds to be had," he murmured, smiling up at Evan. He stood on his toes and offered the tall vampire a gentle kiss. "And thirds. Fourths. As much as you can handle."
As much as he could handle, too, Kiyo mused as one kiss led to another, and then another, and threatened to make a shambles of his resolve to hold out until they got back to Evan's place. With a visible effort he pulled himself away and straightened his clothing, then helped put Evan's back to rights as well, although not without a few shameless touches here and there.
Finally Kiyo stood apart from Evan, feeling somewhat sad that his partner was about to disappear and become Evalyn in a moment. It was still Evan, though, and that made him so very happy.
"I guess we should see if our hidden stash is still hidden," Kiyo said, obviously reluctant. He didn't want to go back out to the arcade just yet but the storage closet was no way to spend a date. He wanted Evan to have a good time with him doing, well, other things. It was fun so far, for him at least. Hopefully Evan felt the same.
Evan Talkingwater
13 years ago
Evan smiled at Kiyo, liking the idea that there were seconds, thirds and fourths to be had. "Excellent! Then I have something to look forward to later." He looked forward to that and more. Evan enjoyed curling up with Kiyo and watching Tv, talking, or simply sleeping. It was all wonderful.
Sighing he nodded his head about going out and finding their secret stash of tokens. He replaced the mop along the back wall, removed the string and then motioned toward the door. It was clear that Kiyo would be better at determining whether or not there was someone close enough to notice them sneaking out of the supply closet. Once it was deemed safe to exit,they quietly eased open the door and slid out into the arcade. No one appeared to have observed their exit, everything went smoothly Evan even remembered (at the last minute) to change back into Evalyn.
"I think you missed my hair." She teased, flipping the short bob with one hand.
They found their stash where they left it. Evalyn cleared away the trash, putting in the bin, and picked up their bowl. She took Kiyoshi by the arm and led him further into the arcade. There would be public fun before more private fun. Evalyn didn't want Kiyo to think she was ashamed to be seen with him. It was hard enough with having to hide her identity; she did not want him to think she only wanted sex from him.
Soon enough they were back in the groove of gaming. Evalyn found all the cooperative games that existed in the place and when there was something interesting but competitive they would take turns playing the computer and cheering each other on.
The bowl full of shiny tokens dwindled faster than she expected and soon they were looking at an empty container. That seemed like as good a reason to stop and go home as she needed and Kiyo seemed to agree.
(OOC: Evan and Kiyo out.)
Sighing he nodded his head about going out and finding their secret stash of tokens. He replaced the mop along the back wall, removed the string and then motioned toward the door. It was clear that Kiyo would be better at determining whether or not there was someone close enough to notice them sneaking out of the supply closet. Once it was deemed safe to exit,they quietly eased open the door and slid out into the arcade. No one appeared to have observed their exit, everything went smoothly Evan even remembered (at the last minute) to change back into Evalyn.
"I think you missed my hair." She teased, flipping the short bob with one hand.
They found their stash where they left it. Evalyn cleared away the trash, putting in the bin, and picked up their bowl. She took Kiyoshi by the arm and led him further into the arcade. There would be public fun before more private fun. Evalyn didn't want Kiyo to think she was ashamed to be seen with him. It was hard enough with having to hide her identity; she did not want him to think she only wanted sex from him.
Soon enough they were back in the groove of gaming. Evalyn found all the cooperative games that existed in the place and when there was something interesting but competitive they would take turns playing the computer and cheering each other on.
The bowl full of shiny tokens dwindled faster than she expected and soon they were looking at an empty container. That seemed like as good a reason to stop and go home as she needed and Kiyo seemed to agree.
(OOC: Evan and Kiyo out.)