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Thread: Body Barter | Lewd & Father

Karlas chest and stomach repeatedly pressed into him, breath ragged as she worked to calm down. His assault on her now tender lips was heady. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as she watched him, her head tilted in curiosity. This was the first time she'd ever see him so caught up. It made her lips turn up at the corners in amusement, smug but so pleased to have earned such a response. No, she couldn't deny his claims. She wanted to know, to discover what those words truly meant. Her forehead came to rest against his shoulder as his large hands claimed her ass, massaging each cheek and spreading them apart. His firm calloused touched felt felt good against her skin, the sensations from the manipulation going straight to her core. The languid feeling didn't last long when her body immediately tensed as his hands suddenly invaded her, her brow furrowing and mouth opening at the slight pain. Sha- Karla wavered as Shawn devoured her cry with his mouth, his tongue mirroring the thrust of his fingers. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she whimpered from the intense sensations. Her muscles clenched around his finger rhythmically, mirroring the movement of her neglected pussy. The warm oil slipped from the still sensitive hole and coated his fingers as gravity took effect. Her body hadn't come down all that much from those precious minutes she took to prepare, so it wasn't long before her writhing and whimpers turned into her hips meeting those thrusts. One hand left his thick hair and drifted down towards her aching clit while the other traveled between them. She couldn't think beyond wanting to feel everything at once. Shawn's unrelenting fingers in her ass, her fingers teasing her lips, his ferocious kiss, and his evident arousal wrapped around her small hand was overwhelming. He was overwhelming and she loved it.
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Joe's eyes widened at the sight of the man who had just opened the door, his smile turning from a polite one to an honest one, a bit more excitement in his voice. The pleasure is all mine, Damien, he said, walking into the house, absentmindedly pushing back his hair. He had to admit the man before him was attractive, and he was likely closer to what he wanted to be than what he currently was. This man before him, he had more control over his life, and while it made Joe feel jealous, it also made him hopeful that he would gain that control living here. Nice hair. While typically this sort of comment would come flooded with sarcasm from someone who looked like the brunette, you could hear the honesty in his voice. Walking into the house, he looked around, taking in the decor of what might just be his newfound freedom. With the corner of his eye he noticed the dropped book on the floor, facing down, picking it up but keeping it closed as he handed it over to Damien politely as he sat down. Did I catch you by surprise? he asked, offering him a soft, honest smile. I apologize. Thank you for your prompt availability. Back to business he laid back on the couch, catching a glimpse at his neck and his smile twitching, holding back from giving him plenty of compliments. Of course, I understand. What kind of rules did you have in mind to establish?
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Joe couldn't help but find the growing blush in the other's face endearing, feeling as if he had just seen not meant for his eyes, but an expression of a truer self. So even someone so cool and collected had a cuter side to him? It made the brunette want to tease him to see more of those cute expression, made him want to pick on him and see the faces he made if he were to flirt with him. Could he like him, Joe wondered? There was just something about Damien that Joe couldn't place. The books, the old Chinese food, the watching a movie... He would have though it all a coincidence were it not for Damian talking so brazenly about removing his corneas with a scalpel and threatening him with laxatives. It was almost a familiar sense of humor that felt just... too familiar. There was no way, right? That out of all the places in the area he could room with, it would be the one person who he had opened up with and the one person he was himself with. Just the way he talked, the way hs lips moved... it had to be him, right? If it was... If it was him... What would he do about that? All that sounds more than fair, he said, edging in closer, boosted with confidence as the idea of his online friend with the glass mask could be the one in front of him. He moved close enough so that his thigh brushed with Damien's, his body facing him. There's only one little question I have, before moving in and becoming a part of your life... There was still a smile in the blue eyes behind the glasses, but more than being warm and open, it showed a sense of mischief, as if he'd found out some terrible and wonderful secret. How did you manage to mangle your hand?
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Damien found himself thrown one more time by this Joseph Santiago person and it came from the way this guy was staring at him, like Damien was a puzzle or some type of mystery that Joseph was determined to solve. Damien swallowed, glancing down to where Joseph's thigh brushed against his when the prep moved in closer to him, invading his space and facing him. He felt a little crowded, a little boxed in, just pinned in a way under those sharp blue eyes that had him struggling desperately to tamp down on the second blush of the evening. The way the guy spoke, the beginning of his question, as if stating boldly he didn't just intend to move in but intended on becoming a part of his life had Damien arching a dark eyebrow, teeth worrying the silver ring on the side of his bottom lip. Joseph's smile had an edge to it suddenly, as if he had solved the curiosity in front of him, figured out what it was he had been wondering earlier, pieced something about him together. Damien's cool dark grey eyes locked onto blue, staring quietly and feeling as if he had missed some sort of punchline or crucial detail. Then the actual question itself, the use of the word mangled throwing him in how coincidental it was, and he glanced down at his bandaged hand poking itself innocently enough out of his shirt sleeve where he had tucked it. It had to be a coincidence, some sort of weird cruel joke played by the universe, there was no way the wild thought he entertained for half a moment could be true. It had a slight flare of exhilaration racing through him tangled with apprehension, the hope being quickly caught by doubt. The idea that this guy was the one he had grown so damn fond of was pressing in close and smiling a dangerous knowing smile at him? Damien thought over his response quietly, letting the silence stretch on for a few moments before breaking it. Well, depending on how you play your cards will determine if you become a part of it or simply become a pretty but unmoving fixture in it, he hedged, amping up the dark humor a little as he scanned the other man's face for a reaction. And mangled is an interesting word choice, wouldn't you say? But to answer your question I had an argument with a piece of fruit I was attempting to disect for dinner and the knife took the apples side. I just wish I had had someone to treat me afterwards, he hummed. It was all things that to just anyone may come off as a bit twisted and dark but to...to the right person? It would potentially affirm things. I have a question of my own, what are you here to study Joseph? It was a double edged question that could be taken to mean his major while at the University or what Joseph thought he was figuring out about Damien during their interaction.
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

The surge of energy, of emotion that ran through his veins was exhilarating. It was true, it had to be him, there was no one else who would be able to toss those witty one liners at that word choice. The way he talked, the way he teased, it was his friend with the glass mask, the man who could see right through him! And then he made those blasted cute, blushing faces... Fuck, that brought out the most primal instincts from him and he had to hold himself from stealing a kiss, right then and there! Ah, but if you turn me into a fixture, how will we ever go on a killing spree together? The wry grin on his lips softened, a chuckle escaping him. His body language was changing, from stoic and mild-mannered, to confident, playful. He edged closer, moving a hand to his face to caress it, giving a soft flick to the piercing on his lip. That morbid humor, with that cute blush, combined with the one mind on the planet that did understand him maybe God did exist and he was telling him that life was not only worth living, but it would be so bloody fun. Then, he boldly took the other's bandaged hand into his, pulling on it to give it a kiss. Hadn't I told you, I would treat it for you? His heart was racing. This was the chance of a lifetime, far more of a chance to be himself than he ever imagined. Forget just coming out of the closet, in this home, in this place, Joseph Santiago would be an spectator in his own life no more, he would regain control, or take it if he had to. You know what 'm here to study. A criminal's mind, of course!
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

As soon as Joseph said the line about the killing spree, that little flare of hope in him burst into a white hot feeling of excitement in his chest. He watched as the professional mannerisms seemed to just melt away in front of him, and watched as the confident teasing voice he had befriended through written word came to life in the flesh. Joseph's entire demeanor seemed to open up, as if he had dropped some heavy weight, a false persona, off his shoulders and Damien felt his heart do an odd jump start at the other man's smile. His blush deepening when one of Joseph's fingers reached out to brush playfully against his lip piercing. It the way Joseph took his injured hand and pressed his lips to it gingerly had a raw smile slipping out as what could only be compared to tingles of what felt like electricity sparked and flashed to life under the skin of his hand where his mouth made contact with the skin. Damien settled back where he sat, eyes taking in Joseph, also known as ACriminalsMind, and the only perdon he truly regarded as his friend . The genuine raw smile he had broadened into a smirk, as his tone turned playful. Well, you're in luck it seems, he hummed, the fingers of the hand Joseph held curling around his. But I must say, Mr. Santiago , he teased, his free hand coming out, pale fingers playing with the collar of the ridiculous polo that he somehow pulled off so well. I didn't think you were being quite so literal when your last message said 'see you when I see you'. Not that I am complaining, of course. It is nice to meet you...hell, it's fucking amazing to meet you-physically, I mean, he added with a wink while trying to regain some sense of charm and his usually sharper nature to make up for all of the previous moments he had been caught blushing like a complete dolt. Though I must ask, he said, face going mock serious despite the humor still flashing in his eyes. Knowing how utterly depraved I am are you honestly still willing to share a roof with me? And a little bit more, if Damien had any say in it, but that bridge would be volted hopefully once they got past the initial shock and he found out if the man in front of him was willing to move in or not. There was a slight thread of apprehension in his gut that made him wonder if he would back out and prefer to reinstill the distance they had, and it just made his fingers lace around Joseph's a little tighter as he waited with a curious expression for his answer.
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

The warmth of Damien's hand against his, his fingers wrapped tightly between his own, brought the most amazing sense of warmth to Joe. Somethng as simple as two hands together almost seemed to give him more support than his family had for the entirety of his life. This was his friend, his one true friend who had seen his true self and embraced it, blushing and smiling and laughing with him. The feeling was indescribable. It was fate, Joe's still religious mindset thought, it was God showing him a way, validating his life, giving him hope. Or hell, it could have been the devil and he wouldn't have cared. For a life where he got to feel this feeling of warmth inside him, Joseph would have gladly given his soul. He found his body leaning to Damien's touch, moving closer as his now very physical online friend played with his collar. The warmth that filled him began to feel hotter. It was the first time he'd flrted this openly in real life, the first time someone flirted so boldly with him, well, someone that he wanted to flirt with him. But knowing that it was GlassMask363, or Damien as he had to get used to calling him, it made him feel perfectly at ease. A loud laugh escaped Joe as the amazing coincidence that had just happened seemed almost like a work of fiction. Now, despite my ability to blow minds and hypnotize people to do my bidding, I'm pretty sure that doesn't work through a computer! he laughed, though admittedly his own cheeks had a bit of color in them. Please don't call me Mr. Santiago. He pulled Damien's hand to his own face. Call me Master. After the years of walking on eggshells with his family, of holding back, Joseph had gotten pretty good at reading people, part of the reason he was so interested in forensic psychology. Despite his morbid mind, or maybe because of it, what he wanted was to be a profiler. Feeling his fingers tighten, seeing his playful look change, it let him know that Damien was also used to put as many masks as he did. He pulled his bandaged hand closer, undoing the bandages. Oh, I'm more than willing, on one condition. His eyes looked into Damien's, trying to remain calm and stoic, but the smile never leaving his eyes. You have to invite me into your depravity every once in a while.
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

The subtle movements, the way that Joseph was leaning towards him, opening up and growing more comfortable helped Damien feel more at ease in his own skin around the other. It was a first, letting the layers slip back and showing this side of himself so openly. Flirting, charming and sarcasm all came easily as part of the facade, but being genuine about it and actually hopeful for positive response? That was something entirely new to him. Damien watched as his hand was plucked free from the collar and brought to Joseph's face, ignoring the motion to tug free so he could trace pale fingers along the cut of Joseph's jaw, tracing the subtle blush along his cheek bone. It was enticing and terrifying knowing that he could pull a similar reaction to his own from the dark haired man in front of him. Hypnotize, hm? He said easily, Hate to break it to you, but I don't usually fall victim to the manipulations of the mind easily, but please by all means try your talents against me any time. And that title, Damien continued, eyes darkening a fraction as his smile teased. Is earned, not simply given. And oh how a small portion of him, the one that begged to be given an escape from the damn near constant control he kept over himself, wanted Joseph to take that as a challenge rather than a deterrent. Damien let the hand at Joseph's face fall away as he watched the other man tug his injured one closer, dark grey eyes falling to the way Joseph's hands worked at unraveling the bandaging, his interest captured in the movements, listening as he spoke. Damien tore his gaze away from their joined hands to lock onto the sharp blues in front of him, having moved in so much closer than he had realized before, feeling pinned and waiting to hear the condition. A slow dark smile spread over his features then, Why, you make it sound as if you have any choice in not taking part in them, Joseph, he said, loving the way his name rolled off his tongue when he said it out loud. Consider yourself the recipient of an open invitation to all depraved activities I indulge myself in.
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

The warmth of Damien's hand to his face, such a simple detail, but he couldn't help but lean into the touch, wanting more. His lips parted and his eyes closed as a tingle went down his spine and a breath escaped him. How he would love to have those hands on every bit of him, to tell him how to touch him and to do some exploring of his own. He wanted to look at that tattoo, barely visible around the neck of his shirt, and to find what other wonders his clothes hid. But for now, all he really needed was his touch. The bandages fell, revealing the mangled hand, which really, wasn't that hurt, but Joseph treated as if it was the most delicate and beautiful wound he'd ever seen. He held the hand in his and gave the knuckles a kiss, far from the wound. Not only will I earn it, I'll make you want to say it. Still holding his hand, he examined the wound from the knife, his hand on his. What an unfair knife, taking the side of that apple. Where's your first aid kit? Reluctantly, he got up, still not letting go of his hand. He leaned forward, touching his face with his free hand, enjoying the warm softness of his face, exploring the shape of his cheekbones and the contour of his jaw with his thumb, eyes looking into his. Maybe I should do depraved acts to you, and I'll indulge in you as my depraved actvity. His eyes were so playful right now. He leaned in so close, about to claim a kiss. He could almost feel the other's breath on his lips, but he held back, staying right there before asking again, Really though, first aid kit?
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

When the bandages fell he glanced down at the pale skin, the cut sliced along the side of the pad of his thumb down the length of his finger into the meat of his palm from when he had jerked away in shock foolishly when the blade first bit into him. Damien glanced up at Joseph, feeling a little warmed at how the other man examined his hand delicately as if he was something fascinating worth studying and care. It was an odd sensation, being looked at in such a way. The gentle press of lips across his knuckles had Damien blushing again in a way that made him curse his coloration internally, hating the way he had permitted himself to become an odd little pale shut in, wishing he could regain some sense of control over his reactions. The dark promise he offered Damien of not only coaxing him into calling him Master but making him want want to say it? Had that cursed blush deepening as he bit down hard on his bottom lip attempting desperately to control himself, though it seemed his control wanted to fly out the window whenever Joseph looked at him or did anything. It was as if he simply threw off the tight grip Damien tried to restrict himself while simultaneously offering to take control where he had lost it. The knife has come to regret it's actions, he said easily with a lift of a shoulder and small smile, but before he could inform him as to where the first aid kit was suddenly Joseph was leaning in, lips a breath away from his, free hand touching his face, his flushed cheeks, his jaw. His mouth fell open slightly as an uncharacteristic gasp was torn from his throat at the suggestion, and the noise left him mortified a second or so later when he came to, eyes widening before shaking his head with a soft laugh, eyes dark. Think I would like that a little more than you can imagine, he practically purred before glancing up at him with an arch of an eyebrow and a dangerous grin. He stood then, pulling away and tugging gently on their joined hands as he tilted his head towards the hall. Keep one in the bathroom down the hall.
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Heavens, the way he blushed, the way that beautiful, pale skin burned hot and red, so much he could feel it in his skin. How he wanted to taste that burning red skin, to see more expressions in those dark grey eyes. That idea that he could actually have control of himself, that he could control how he was without the need to be constantly appealing to others because he had the acceptance he though he would never have. I'll be right back then, just sight tight, he told him, pulling away. It was just so fast, it felt like a supernatural connection. They'd been talking for so long, their relationship seemed so deep, but really they had only just met. Half of him wanted to rip off his clothes right there, while the other half was still hesitant to completely give in to this illusion. He headed to the bathroom, searching around and bringing back the first aid kit, waving it around playfully before opening it on the nearby table. You know, for the many times I wanted to meet you, he said, putting on the antibiotic on the lenght of the cut by his thumb, you really exceeded my expectations. You have gotten to see every bit of me I've hidden from the world, and here, in person... You're... Heh... A wish come true really. Back with his honest, tmid smile, with the blush on his cheeks, Joe bandaged him up, a lot tighter and a lot more cleanly than he could have on his own, massaging his hand playfully. Life has a cynic sense of humor, doesn't it? Its worse than we are.
Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Damien settled back onto the couch at Joseph's words snd promises of returning. He tucked his legs up on to cushions to curl underneath himself as he watched the other man's back disappear down the dark hallway to the bathroom. It was odd, someone doing something for him...someone taking care and offering their attentions. It wasn't as if others had not tried, but they never truly knew him so it didn't count. He had never had someone who knew him that openly, who had laid himself bare to and shown the raw unfiltered side of himself to be willing to show him such attentions and concern. It was mind blowing, and Damien simply sat there with a slightly crooked smile. And then Joseph was there again, waving the first aid kit like a prize as he began speaking, gingerly tending to his injury and offering it much more care than Damien had afforded it himself. The words took a moment to sink in, as did the acceptance he found within them, the compliments. Exceeded your expectations? He asked, glancing up with an easy grin as he leaned back casually on the couch as much as he could while Joseph tended to his hand. Glad I am not a creepy looking fifty year old whale of a beast in some run down shack with a greasy come over and morbid fascination for all things foot related? Damien grinned before nodding at the other, Though I must say, in all my wildest fantasies I never pegged you for the prepjock type with a dark side...still hot as hell but the polo and chinos? He snickered, unable to hide his amusement. Gotta say, never thought I was opening up to someone who wears Brooks Brothers, he offered with a wink. The soft timid smile and the blush that flushed Joseph's cheeks had his smirk softening though, as did the care that was evident in the way his hand was tightly bandaged and cleaned. The gentle massage Joseph offered the tense muscles in his palm and fingers had him melting in a cliche way that he normally would resent. I don't know about that...I think I can give life a run for it's money.