Thread: First Blood ( Captain Levi and Viktoff Samson )

td wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww tdtd Well, there was a surprise, albeit it being a pleasant one. Zed thought, no, fantasized of him, too? In what ways, he wondered. His face colored pink at the lewd thought, still regretting that he had confessed to a secret that could easily be used against him. But Ezreal had always been an impulsive character and a fearless one at that. Although the assassin's stoic facade had awed him for some time, never had he thought the word intimidating suited him because, well, fear simply wasn't in his vocabulary. Otherwise, he wouldn't be an explorer, braving the unknown and charging recklessly into foreign dangers and battles. Death, although temporary in the game's terms, came to everybody involved in the lore, but he supposed there truly was a different category for those like Zed that killed for sport and vengeance. Did he appreciate that sly death threat? Not really. Ezreal puffed out his cheeks, countering Zed's deadpan expression with one that was uniquely his. One that was a cross between mischievous and overzealous. Surprisingly, that doesn't turn me on, Zed, telling me you'd butcher me like your master. His tone was playfully sarcastic, hoping to revitalize the mood that had dipped quite quickly with the foreboding way Zed spoke to him. He was embarrassed, though, though not vocally or visibly so, by how effortlessly Zed had discovered that his lips told lies about his experience as a lover. Was he too eager? Too sloppy? Was there some radar that told Zed whether he was a virgin or not? Even so, he couldn't let his guard down a second time, and rebutted Zed's passive stance with a flirtatious lean forward. His hands scrawled up the assassin's forearms, warm fingertips now unmasked by the leather of his gloves and allowed freely to do as they pleased. Yeah, right, you couldn't do that. Not to me, he mocked, even though he knew he was overestimating who exactly he was to an assassin who probably thought nothing more of him than a booty call. Not that that was exactly bad . He gasped mid-chuckle when Zed yanked his head back by a fistful of his blonde locks, his own digits curling defensively in the crimson garments the assassin wore. His cock twitched under its prison, growing rigid against the bulge that pressed so wantonly against it. Then came the kisses, each one lighting a scarlet fire on his unmarred, salty skin that bloomed into blotches of purple along his throat. He whimpered in response to this foreign sensation, legs struggling to allow his erection a bit more wiggle room now that Zed kept him trapped between him and the wall. Have you done this before? he suddenly asked, swollen lips parted as he broke from the kiss, a thin bridge of his saliva connecting their mouths before it snapped. Touched... a man, I mean. Ezreal almost felt silly for asking and even sillier for thinking it was something Zed would be significantly concerned about. But he was curious, and for good reasons, too. For one, Zed was his crush therefore, he felt he was entitled to know how experienced said interest was or if Zed felt this way about other male andor female champions and two, well, he felt like he would feel a little more relief if at least one of them knew what they were doing. Ezreal could kiss, make out, even, but his curiosity could only take him so far. His chest burned at the sight of Zed unclothing himself, his bare, milky torso now his to admire. Now, the reality of the moment settled and he flushed at the thought, seeming to shrink under Zed's dominating stature and touches. To help Zed, he unbuckled the one or two belts that crisscrossed over his chest, then shrugged off the shawl that had more or less been trapping his body heat. Next went his gray, dirtied top, revealing his torso that was surprisingly toned to contrast his boyish face. He was a seasoned fighter, after all a fighter whose muscles had been bulked by endless combat and challenging, outdoorsy activities. He leaned in close, a sincere moan escaping his lips when Zed paid attention to his hard, dusky nipples. I won't lie again, he promised, now close enough to pepper kisses along the hollow of Zed's jaw. I'll do anything you say. Of course, even he didn't mean that to the extent of his statement. It was a tease. A sexual one at that. Ezreal's lips pressed down the column of the assassin's neck, his mouth seeming to worship every patch of skin as it traveled from his collarbones, then lower still. Eventually, his knees bent, hands holding onto the assassin's hips as his muzzle grazed the grisly hairs that raced down Zed's lower abdomen like a trail. Now this was the kind of treasure the prodigal explorer liked scavenging for. He peered up, cerulean eyes glinting under a fringe of unkempt blonde hair as they dipped lower again. He wouldn't admit it, but Zed smelled amazing. The heavy musk of Zed's crotch that Ezreal picked up as his mouth drew closer to it was actually causing him to salivate. He swallowed not-so-discreetly, virgin lips tracing the bulge of Zed's dick with unadulterated fascination and desire. His lashes lowered shut, the heavy weight of Zed's clothed cock against his tongue eliciting a slow, but deep groan from the blonde. I want to... his eyes shone as fingers grappled the thick sash tied around Zed's waist, hesitating as if to wait for permission. I want to kiss you, down here. td