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Post by Anslem Aslem on Sept 4, 2009 22:30:35 GMT -5
"But you're not going to submit are you?" Anslem broke the kiss this time, pulling away to evaluate Allen's expression. He knew the acquiescence had to be a front. The younger man was simply too proud to simply let his enemy to whatever he wanted to him. I should be careful, I could end up with a knife in my back.
He was a little bemused the very thought made his heart race.
...If I wanted to have sex in a precarious and dangerous position I could have really just fucked Beyond, he reminded himself. He frowned and tried to slip his hands into Allen's pants, he make the other man feel as aroused as he was, he would not lose!
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Post by Amel Allen on Sept 5, 2009 21:30:57 GMT -5
“Just who is submitting here?” Amel asked boldly, gasping as he was touched. Okay, so Aslem was beginning to go farther than he thought he would, but there was no guessing with this man. Usually Amel could plot out his enemy’s moves ten steps ahead, know exactly how they would react to every type of situation and find the quickest, most brilliant way out of it. But with Aslem…he just couldn’t read him. It was impossible to tell just what he was thinking, and that thought alone was what scared him and also intrigued him. For once he didn’t know how things would end.
“Aren’t you submitting to your desires? Your basic animalistic needs? What if someone were to interrupt us? What would your underlings think if they found out that you were a homo?” His words were an obvious front, if his physical reaction was any indication. He felt himself stiffen in Aslem’s hand, his face flushing and his fists clenching. “You’re just as weak as I am, Aslem.”
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Post by Anslem Aslem on Sept 5, 2009 21:55:15 GMT -5
Anslem paused in his ministrations at Allen’s words. At the last statement he blinked, and then chuckled. He then began to laugh as his face collided with that velvety neck he cherished. He laid his head on Allen’s shoulder to let his hot breath glide across the sensitive flesh beneath his jaw.
“You are so naïve! Honestly, I think I could walk a pretty boy around on a leash and have him address me as ‘Daddy’ and no one would dare comment as long as I performed as I do now, “he chortled, recently the Liberatores had acquired a young male French whore. He knew said underlings would indulge in his services, he knew the most dangerous one certainly had. Obviously such a thing be a scandal for the Innocenzos, or was Allen just bluffing? He was certainly responding to the stimulation. “Reputation, it’s a powerful tool.”
He pressed his weight into the other man as he sucked on his ear lobe, trying to push him into the submissive position.
“As for my desires…really I do just want to fuck you,” he said with a shrug, being as blatant as he could be about it. He didn't comment on if he thought this made him weak or not. He was certainly still grappling with that aspect of this act.
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Post by Amel Allen on Sept 5, 2009 22:21:12 GMT -5
Amel was instantly brought to stunned silence as his fellow capo laughed against his neck. Would the same thing prove true with the Innocenzo family? Would they shun him if they knew that he was having thoughts of lust for this man on top of him? Would they call him weaker for wanting to give into his desires and let Aslem take him?
Wait...do I really want that? Well, he certainly didn’t want to be put in a leash and call this German man daddy.
“H-hold on!” Amel yelled, pushing the man away from him. His thoughts were beginning to frighten him. This was his enemy, not someone that he could spend a pleasurable time with! No, this was all wrong. His façade broken, Amel continued to push him away as he tried to sit up.
“Enough. I’ll have to decline,” he stated, his voice still wavering as pleasure still pulsed between his legs where he’d been stimulated. You’re not winning so easily.
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