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Post by starscream on Jul 9, 2009 17:30:54 GMT -5
Always subjected to the wandering eyes of others. Thank Primus it's been... perhaps hours since the last time I was flirted with! A new record!
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Post by megantron on Jul 9, 2009 17:37:18 GMT -5
HOURS, you say? HOURS? BUT HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE!!! NOT WITH YOUR PRECIOUS ASS AND GORGEOUS, TINY, WAIST. I THINK YOU SHOULD GET THAT ASS
ON MY COCK!!!!
*LEAAAANS IN REAL CLOSE*
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Post by starscream on Jul 9, 2009 17:46:11 GMT -5
-Shivers and slinks away.- Oh, but, Megatron! You are my superior, you cannot partake in such deliciously taboo activities with me. It would strain relations amongst our fellow Decepticons!
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Post by megantron on Jul 9, 2009 18:04:58 GMT -5
FUCK RELATIONSHIPS, I want to show everyone how hard I take away your fragile virginity!! Starting with my massive HANDS. You will be mine and you will love it and scream my name for our entire faction to hear.
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Post by starscream on Jul 9, 2009 18:10:41 GMT -5
Oh! But Megatron, Megatron! -Whines loudly, anxiously wringing his hands.- I bruise like a peach. One squeeze or smack from those powerful hands and my silky, creamy flesh will be all black and blue!
Ooo, but who am I to say no to you, my liege? I am but your ever faithful lieutenant to command.
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Post by megantron on Jul 9, 2009 18:56:19 GMT -5
I'll be gentle. That is, if you say my name even more~.
Unless... you what to be marked. *Closes their distance once again, reaching over to rub the Seeker's long hands with his larger ones, the hairs on his knuckles standing up as thoughts of the tall, flying Decepticon poured in.*
I would love to mark you.
With my lips, with my hands, with my throbbing cock. Will you let me? Not that you have much of a choice~.
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Post by starscream on Jul 10, 2009 0:51:02 GMT -5
-Another tremor shook the lieutenant's lanky body as those strong hands fondled his own. Timidly he stretched his long fingers, brushing the older man's knuckle hairs with the silky softness of his skin.-
Mark me, Megatron? As your own? Would I alone be privileged with such a reward?
-The Seeker's tongue slowly poked past his lips, moistening them with heavy licks. He was not modest with his actions, alerting the Decepticon leader of his newly found excitement.-
I will let you, Megatron, if you promise not to share such pleasures with the lesser warriors. Only me.
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Post by megantron on Jul 10, 2009 3:19:58 GMT -5
*the darker-haired man's throat let out a tiny, playful growl. his neck craned and moved into every change the Seeker's tongue made. he became fixated on that tongue. it was thick, and it was delicious, looking.*
Well, Starscream. I wouldn't want to have it any other way. No other Decepticon could match your intelligence, your beauty, or your skill. I adore you as my second command. And I mean every word of that.
*A hand slipped away from the young man's, reaching into his pocket to fish out a slim cigarette along with its lighter. He took the cigarette into his mouth by his teeth but had passed the lighter over to Starscream while he stared into those bright, orange orbs, not daring to blink and lose a moment of their shine.*
Light it?
Please?
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Post by starscream on Jul 10, 2009 18:12:02 GMT -5
-Starscream's lips pulled into smile, a pop of color blooming across his pale cheeks. He however acted as coy as always, attempting to mask how deeply Megatron's words had warmed him.-
Oo, well it would be wrong of me to deprive a man with such excellent taste from what he most wanted.
-Long fingers prised the lighter from the Decepticon leader's grip, flicking the cover open like it was second nature. With a stab of his thumb a flame erupted from the eyelet, licking at the air. Its reflection danced in the young pilot's eyes.-
As you wish, Megatron.
-He sang in a soft purr. He held the lighter to the cigarette clenched between the raven haired man's teeth and waited for the fire to take, the embers quickly crushing the fragile paper with their heat, a whisker of smoke beginning to cloud the air.-
However, Megatron, I thought you wanted to mark me. Not take a smoke break.
-His long nose wrinkled as he snapped the lighter shut.-
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Post by megantron on Jul 11, 2009 1:27:52 GMT -5
A break wasn't my intention at all, Starscream.
*The leader's larger, dark form moved quickly, taking the now lit cigarette once again back from his mouth after inhaling the familiar scent, lips curling into a beautifully malevolent grin. His other hand, hot and rough, pulled the gorgeous Seeker close against his chest, while the other began flying into him, burning flame meeting head first with the younger Decepticon's pale, white skin. The fire seared into it, creating a round, blackening burn mark that kept increasing in strength at every twist and push that Megatron drove into it.*
Starscreaaaammmmmmmm~! *His lips trailed off and his mouse released the smoke inside of it as he growled out his favorite favorite name. He loved the sound the flesh made as it charred. He loved that he was the one creating that sound against the Seeker's flesh.*
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