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Post by lumorai on Mar 26, 2013 19:56:48 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~ time:10ish speech: nantan. notes: sob sob sob. Continuation from Three Guys Walk into a Bar...
As much as it displeased him to admit it, Nantan couldn't help but feel slightly flushed at Marcos' show. Truly, the man had a raw talent for stripping. It was untamed and unpolished and graceful and subtle and so confusingly erotic to Nantan, who had only just begun to realized Atticus rise out of his seat. He hadn't even realized that Atticus had said anything, his entire being sucked in and absorbed with the hypnotic dance on the stage. Nantan was alone with the stripper now, the woman who had his jacket around her shoulders. With a polite clear of his throat, Nantan asked her, “So, is this something Marcos often asks of you?”, hoping to refrain from watching the show. However, his eyes and breath were caught when Marcos lowered himself down onto the stage, thrusting as he did so. Nantan felt an uncomfortable knot make its way down his stomach, leaving a hollow spot in his chest as it moved. What was this sensation, this feeling of dizziness and... need that began to absorb him? He really felt so frustrated with the situation. Why couldn't he calm himself down, he asked as he took a deep drink from his alcoholic mix. However, what he saw after putting the glass down made him feel much, much more agitated. Atticus was up there, whispering to Marcos, smiling as he did so. With an agitated movement, Nantan downed the rest of his drink, trying to not break something in the process. What were they talking about? Why did Marcos seem to enjoy it so much? What, was Atticus so special? Nantan's face hardened, glaring at his friend's back. Not only did he have to go and mortify Nantan, now he had to go and take the little fun Nantan had in the situation and go and crush it. As Atticus came back, Nantan attempted to stand up to ask him what the HELL was going on, but his words were cut down the moment the tattooist planted himself in front of the stripper in front of them. At this point, Nantan was so confused, he honestly had no idea what to focus on. If Atticus wasn't interested in the man of the stage, then what was that all about? The thirty four year old man turned back towards the barkeep, miserably filling up his glass again. He felt trapped, really, his interest piqued by the young man in front of him, while a little voice he called sobriety told him that he should just go home because he wasn't really supposed to be here anyway. If anything, he should be at home, doing his paperwork like always. His body was just a liar anyway that acted on impulse. It'd never understand what reality was. The reality was, Marcos was straight and quite happy with the women he entertained. He slumped into his seat, desperately trying to make the pressure in his pants disappear by attempting to repeat the progression of a case, but he soon gave up. Thinking was dangerous when drunk, he concluded, and slumped down into his stool some more. He turned back around, if only to allow him small peeks at the strong yet graceful arms as they moved down the pole. Yet, when he looked, those arms were no where near the pole. In fact, those arms and their owner was cockily moving their way over to the bar. Nantan took a deep breath, trying to calm the blush in his cheeks as the young man's sweat covered chest slowly made its way to him, accentuating the muscle structure of his chest. Those arms, those sculptured arms, were reaching for him, pulling him to his feet suddenly. Nantan snapped out of his reverie at the feeling of the man's hot hand clasping his left, while he made sure to keep the drink still in his right steady. “Naomi, may I?" the shorter man inquired as he gently lead Nantan to who knows where. Nantan started panicking. What was going on? Was he going to get hit? He supposed he deserved it, considering the way he ogled Marcos as he danced. Yet, Nantan still asked, stumbling over his words just as he was stumbling over his feet. “Marcos, what are you doing?” He begged as the younger man pulled them into a room and flicked a switch. As he looked around the room, he saw a metal pole standing in the room with a couch facing it. No, Nantan thought, now terrified about the possibilities. Is he going to humiliate me to dance for him? Is that what he and Atticus were planning up on stage?Nantan, terrified though he was, knew he had to get out of the man's grasp. “Marcos, what are you doing?” He directed at the young man, forcing his way out of Marcos' reach and started shaking. “Why did you invite me here? And where IS here, while we're at this? Why are you back here instead of out there with those other girls? What is going on? Why are you doing this to me?!” He finally cried, his mental reserves depleting. Really, it was getting harder and harder to control his emotions and this hole that kept opening and threatening to swallow him whole. With a pleading look in his eyes, Nantan looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but think to himself, What is going on with ME? Really, this building pressure in his body was starting to scare him much more than he thought possible. |
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 26, 2013 20:27:23 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes.
With his characteristic smirk, Marcos felt the surge of adrenaline present once more as Nantan's hand was felt in his. To say that he wasn't excited about doing this would have been a lie to himself yet he wasn't sure why. The night began with the three of them being drinking buddies and playing a prank, and now...now it was turning into something that would ultimately be hilarious. Looking back on it, Marcos would likely just attribute his irrational behavior with being "caught up in the moment." Once in the room, it was time to move in and initiate the first step of Atticus's plan.
"Slow down, bro. Just take a seat and relax...Enjoy the show." With a gentle shove, Marcos made an attempt to push the man backward so that he would land on the couch. It wasn't quite so warm in this room, but he didn't want any distractions. The first thing to come off was the hat; with a quick flick of his wrist, Marcos tossed the hat in Nantan's direction, hoping for it to land gracefully against his chest (or something close at least). Then, if allowed, he would begin swaying with the music once more, feeling his heartbeat pump more and more blood through his body. If Nantan was enjoying the show before, he was definitely going to have some fun now!
But before he would start the show, it seemed that the man needed some relaxing...Marcos cautiously approached the man from behind while slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His head would be dangerously close to the man's ear; so close, in fact, that it would be difficult not to feel his warm breath. The man was shivering, either with excitement or anticiation (hell maybe even both) but he couldn't proceed without getting him to relax. "Take it easy and let Marcos give you a good time..." Those words tingled his own body, recalling on past memories of some of his more wild days. If he could remove both layers of Nantan's shirt, the first order of business would be to give the man a massage. Getting down deep into his shoulder muscles would be easy if the man would allow it, but continuing on past that might prove difficult.
"It's all good, man. Just take a deep breath and go with it. No one's gonna make fun of you here - we're alone." For a moment, Marcos had an odd feeling of wanting to press his lips to the man's neck, but it quickly passed. He wasn't quite sure what happened there - probably just a fleeting thought. For now, though, if he could work his magic fingers, he was sure that Nantan would be more succeptible to the oncoming show. That would definitely make Atticus's day when he found out later. At least Marcos would leave out that tidbit of information for a while. The young Mexican was beginning to enjoy this himself.
That's when his thoughts began racing, faster than before. His adrenaline was pumping now more than ever and his heartbeat was running on overdrive, but he didn't care. All that mattered right now was here, in this one moment. Nantan was going to get a grand show, and Marcos was going to do his damndest to make this guy laugh and have a good time with it. He knew that he would enjoy all of this, but it was likely going to take some coaxing from the opposing party. With a little friend called alcohol, though, anything was possible, and the sheer thought of performing for Nantan really made him think twice about talking to the club owner. In some weird way, this was turning him on, feeling the ever-growing pressure now awakened and constant. His breath was heavy and his mind continued to wander, giving him images he never thought about before.
Tonight was definitely going to be a fun night.
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Post by lumorai on Mar 28, 2013 10:58:33 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~~ time: April 28; love making time. speech: nantan. notes: It's getting hot in here.
Nantan’s heart raced as Marcos gently pressed him into the couch, purposefully avoiding Nantan’s questions as he did so. His head swarmed with nonsensical thoughts, flowing along with his alcohol level. Why was he doing this, first of all, and why did Marcos seem so into this? Nantan couldn't even question his own motives anymore; his body had a mind of its own. His entire being was haywire as he shivered from the pure heat his cheeks created. None of this made sense. An hour ago, all Nantan had wanted was to cut loose and have a little fun, experiment with a couple of drinks. But now, Nantan just wanted those hands to hold his again, to watch that man move again, to just take it all in. He sat in the middle of the couch and put his glass down on the ground, only to sit up right when Marcos’ hat landed perfectly in his lap.
Nantan turned to see the man’s face. He really was attractive, with a jaw line that accentuated his raw masculinity. His black hair was spiky with sweat and clung to his forehead, outlining those smirking coffee colored eyes in a haze of molten shadow. Nantan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander as he turned over the many wants and pleas in his head while examining those tanned pectorals. His eyes dropped to his ribcage and gulped as he saw it moving nearer and nearer to him. His hips and stomach moved effortlessly towards him, closing the distance with every subtle sway. He’s straight Nantan kept telling himself, trying very hard to resist giving in to base desires. He’s straight, and the entire point of this is to not touch. It’s just a show. He’s just putting on a show for a laugh. However, any and all resistance Nantan felt melted the moment he felt that hot breath on his neck.
This can’t be happening, he thought as the younger man enticingly whispered and coaxed him to just give in. Marcos’ soft breath coated his entire neck, making his skin tingle and his hair stand on edge. He had to remind himself to breathe for a moment, his heart skipping a beat as he felt the other man get excited. Nantan couldn’t help himself at this point. With lowered inhibitions and deep intoxication, Nantan arched his neck towards the other man, resting his head on Marcos’ shoulder. As if on cue, Nantan felt hands gently stroking the front of his shirt in efforts to free the first of many buttons. Nantan let out a whimper of agreement as he fiddled with the bottom buttons, freeing them at about the same pace. At the same time, two pairs of hands touched in the middle, a spark of pure passion setting Nantan’s skin alight. In that moment, his shivers of fear turned into tremors of anticipation.
Nantan’s doubt fell to the floor as the first shirt hit the couch. Hot breath set the pace of his heartbeat, threatening to cut away his life if they dared to make it stop. Nantan’s hands moved of its own accord this time, lifting up the thin white shirt underneath. His body was plastered with its own sweat too, sweat at the nervousness and the fear and the exhilaration of this all-too real experience. He moved back against Marcos, feeling hot flesh sear his own, and waited for Marcos to make the next move.
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 28, 2013 11:38:15 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes.
One by one the buttons began to loosen, easing their way from the restraints only to find themselves free once more. Marcos's hands, all with the rhythm of the music, continued working to help assist Nantan in the removal of his second shirt. For some odd reason, Marcos felt himself getting a bit aroused by this also. Yes, he had slept with other men in questionable videos for money before, but now...he wasn't getting paid to get turned on. His insides stirred with an untold excitement, waiting to burst forth and relish in Nantan's curiosity.
Heated hands traveled along Nantan's body, gently caressing his upper torso. He gave a light massage to Nantan's chest, careful to tease the nipples and instead work the muscles just around them. The man wasn't one to work out, Marcos could tell that because of his rather wiry frame, but upon further inspection he could see that the man had a bit of form. It trailed down below his stomach, leaving the Mexican to wonder what untold treasures lay below the belt. Nantan's head was now on Marcos's shoulder, which elicited a small moan of pleasure when he went to speak again. "Mmm just relax...It's all in good fun.." Truth be told he didn't know whether to call this fun or just downright provocative.
At this point, Marcos was trying to reassure himself. All in good fun? Marcos's own beast was now awakened and very alert, causing an uncomfortable sense of pressure in Marcos's pants. He was almost sure that it would be noticable; however, with Nantan's head on his shoulder, he had nothing to worry about. He continued to massage the man's chest a little before his next move. Without warning, Marcos retreated from his spot (in order to tease the lawyer, of course). But it was only long enough for him to switch around and stand in front of the man, readying himself to give his first-ever lap dance. He wasn't sure how to go about it, but he took one long breath and...oh yes he was ready.
Swaying with the music (a new song had recently begun), he turned and allowed his back to be visible before descending down to his victim's lap. Once he made contact, he would then slowly work his way up his legs and back to the man's own private region. His muscular back would press up against the man's pale torso and his head would now trade places and rest on Nantan's neck, letting his warm breath caress the sensitive area below his jaw. His nose was pressed gently against the man's ear, adding to the erotic pose even more. If one were to look down, it would be clear that Marcos was now sporting a full on...well, you know how tight pants can be. If Nantan was watching carefully, he would be in for quite the surprise.
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Post by lumorai on Mar 28, 2013 20:28:09 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~~ time: April 28th; love making time speech: nantan. notes: Go Nantan! "It's all in good fun", Marcos said, sending tingles down the Apache's back in fervor. Marcos' hands began to move slowly down his chest, making gentle yet calculated movements over the top of Nantan's pecs. His hands felt so kind and perfect, relaxing his muscles in places he had never even thought about as tense. The novice pole dancer's warm hands danced around his torso, teasing, playing, and enticing. The man wasn't even touching his nipples and Nantan felt the pressure in his pants build up more, nudging the top of his black denim jeans. Nantan's body unwound even more as Marcos caressed the bottom of Nantan's chest, his muscled arms exerting gentle pressure on those areas that had just been massaged a few moments ago.
And all too soon, those arms were extracted from around him. His thoughts started flying around at a mile a minute as he wondered why he wasn't being caressed anymore. What was going on? Where was he going? Had he noticed Nantan's pants? Did he regret this? Nantan suddenly felt uncharacteristically self-conscious. Normally, he could do just fine without being touched, but now Marcos had made him feel comfortable and well, aroused, and now Nantan needed him. Nantan opened his legs a bit as he turned in worry in hopes of finding the man, but he wasn't there. This wasn't looking good. Nantan put the hat down next to him and was about to say something, anything to find the man, but his words were shushed by the rhythmic twirl of male hips in front of him. There was something so... honest in the way Marcos moved his body in time with the music. There was raw talent in seduction, coated in an honest need for affection and freedom from worry.
With a sigh of relief, Nantan craned his neck as Marcos softly breathed over his jaw, leaving Nantan even headier with the the scent of hot mint and alcohol. The young man inched his way backward onto Nantan's lap, taking an agonizingly long time before their bodies were were pressed against each other, Nantan's chest pressed against Marcos' strong back. Finally, at last, their hips were against each others, Nantan's moving restlessly of its own accord.
Nantan could not understand how some people could hold back from desire when drunk. How could they restrain these....feelings? It took everything out of him to just hold his hands to his sides. He knew the rules of a strip club. They were drilled into his head by former college acquaintances who had thought they were helping him. Nantan tried his hardest to just enjoy the scenario as a voyeur.... but he could hold off for only so long. Like a rubber band, Nantan finally snapped back after stretching his humility and his modesty and finally gave in to temptation. With a deep moan of satisfaction, Nantan raised his hands to at first run along Marcos' thighs, his curiosity and his arousal eventually demanding more. Hesitantly, he raised his hands up his friend's hips and up his chest, making small, jerky circles around the dark skin. The muscles were even more alluring as he felt them ripple. He made a quick sweep over the top of his chest and then let his hands drop to Marcos' rib cage, rubbing the skin there softly but firmly.
But this sensation still wasn't enough. His thighs started aching from anticipation, from the constant teasing of his groin, the dance of the two men slowly filling him with a hot fire. No, this wasn't enough at all. With a deep groan, Nantan raised one of his hands to Marcos' face and turned it towards him, trying to pull his chin forward to face him. With a burst of passion, Nantan tilted his head and caressed Marcos' lips with his, imparting upon him his first kiss. It was wet and sloppy, but Nantan didn't care. The floodgates opened, and with another movement Nantan held onto the Mexican's hair, pulling him in for another kiss, this one with more purpose and grace. The hole in his chest burned now, threatening to engulf him if the pace stopped now. |
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 29, 2013 21:59:36 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes.
As Marcos's body brushed against Nantan's he felt as if he were finally getting the man to loosen up. It was a great feeling, too, especially since he knew that life had to be so stressful as a lawyer. But something deep down inside of him yearned for this - it lusted for the attention, for the physical desires of passionate touches and gentle caressing. Something like this wasn't a learned trait; primal lust for the flesh overwhelmed all five senses and sent shivers down his spine as he felt Nantan's hips swaying just below him.
And just when things were about to cool off a little, Nantan does the unexpected.
Having been experienced in the art of physical relationships and raw emotion, Marcos could tell what was going on. He wasn't sure if this man truly wanted him or not; in fact, it probably wasn't something he could ever even convince himself of. Instead, though, the alcohol is probably speaking for him, telling him that it was time to live a little and get down and dirty. Right now Marcos was perfectly okay with that too. Nantan allowed his hands to rub up and down on Marcos's tight-fitting jeans, then trailing up to his chest where he spent a bit more time exploring the Mexican's body. He knew that he told the man not to touch, but hell this was pretty amazing. It had been a long time since he relaxed and just had a good time with someone like this (and even longer with another man).
But then, things heated up even more. When Nantan's lips crashed into his, those neurons kicked into overdrive, sending pleasure signals down to every inch of his body, informing his body that whatever he was doing felt amazing. He gave in, too, without any resistance at all. His own lips, pressed firmly against the man's, hungered for more than just kissing. No, that would not do at all. He continued the kiss, eager to satisfy that constant ache in his body that wanted to release.
Within moments, Marcos had managed to keep his lips locked onto the lawyer's while turning around to face him. Instead of sitting on top of his lap, he pried the man's legs opened and went chest to chest, allowing his bulging pants to fondle Nantan's own growing arousal. One hand constantly explored Nantan's body, leaving all exposed body parts open for business. The second hand, just like Nantan's, went straight to the face where he would brush up against it just before moving in to latch onto the back of his head, pulling the man into a tighter kiss. This time, he opened his mouth a little and began sliding in his tongue, no longer able to resist the temptation. His tongue would explore Nantan's mouth, every inch of it while continuously grinding his own manhood into the other's. Without realizing, a small moan of pleasure escaped from his lips, sending signs of sheer ecstacy to his lover friend.
All sense of cognition was lost and everything was now left to physical desire and overwhelming emotion. Marcos, who had once considered himself heteosexual, was no teetering on the edge of bicuriousity. He had never experienced such a passion when in those videos, though it was likely due to not wanting to be involved in the first place. But Nantan...something about this man made Marcos want every inch of him. It was like someone waved a juicy steak in front of him and he couldn't get enough. Something was going to have to give, and it wouldn't be long before things got dirty.
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Post by lumorai on Mar 30, 2013 10:36:43 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~ time:10ish speech: nantan. notes: I feel like I should be somewhere else.
Before long, Nantan and Marcos had perfectly recreated the atmosphere out in the front service room. There were no words needed as they suffocated each other with their mouths; there was only this desperate need for contact, for an escape, for release. Nantan no longer questioned if Marcos wanted it as bad as he did. The only thing that he could coherently wonder was how far Marcos would let them go before breaking this off. Neither of them parted for air as they hungrily, greedily monopolized the others mouth. Their lips moved in chaotic patterns as they tried to consume each other, as opposed to their hips, which followed the rhythm of the music as if it was law.
Marcos's lips were so warm and enticing, persuading Nantan to fall into deeper and deeper into temptation, into sexual decadence, and Nantan had no problem with those requests. He gripped the black haired man harder, attempting to simultaneously balance the two of them while pulling Marcos as close to his chest as humanly possible. Never in his life had Nantan ever wanted something so badly as badly as he just wanted the handsome man in front of him. He wanted every part of Marcos, to take in every part of him, to feel every part of him. As if he had heard, Marcos' lips bruised his for a short second as he pushed Nantan's legs apart and faced him, their chests finally pushing against each other, pale and undeveloped pressed into dark and strong.
Their personalities were mirrored through their skin, contrasting and clashing with each other just like their tongues. Nantan needed this, the vividity of the situation imprinting upon his flesh with sinful pleasure. Every move he made was one that he had learned from Marcos a second before and it was just so....frustrating. He knew absolutely nothing about sex or seduction. All he knew was that the friction between the two of them was erotic and blissful and unbearable, making him yearn for more. His entire body was a frenzy, an entity of novice love that attempted to entice the experienced male in front of him into a series of gasps and moans.
Nantan's hands roamed the dark flesh as it tried to blindly memorize every texture on Marcos' chest. At first, the older man was only bold enough to grip the younger man's chest, but before long Nantan's hands had created their own beat as they traveled back down Marcos' body, a mixture of perfect percussion and wild solos being created with his fingers. Marcos' body was the sheet of music, smooth and uncharted, and Nantan felt like a conductor who was learning to read music for the first time. Nantan explored a bit more, dragging his fingernails at first over ribs...then the stomach, then venturing towards the back of the thigh, pulling their hips together. Nantan rubbed his pelvis against Marcos', letting out a soft moan as he did so.
Was this what he had been resisting against? This beautiful dance of ecstatic nerves, firing impulses as fast as they received them, made him forget about work and loneliness and images and everything else a man was supposed to care about. All he could see from the back of his eyelids was a beautiful red, the color of roses, as he wrapped his arms around his acquaintance's partner's shoulders, smiling a bit as he did so. This feeling was the closest he had ever felt to being wanted, even if it was only for his body. With a gasp of excitement, Nantan pulled the man down on top of him, feeling the comforting weight bury him in pure ecstasy.
Now that Nantan was where he wanted to be, he let himself play dirty for just a bit, deciding to absorb Marcos just as the Mexican had taken him in not too long ago. He broke their kiss for a moment to readjust his body underneath and then began to suck on the young man's bottom lip, determined to reduce Marcos to a puddle of anxious anticipation. With a slow roll, he began to tease Marcos' lower half with his now fully aroused member, trying very hard to control the pace to match the new song's slow beat. With his lower half and his lips at work, Nantan dragged his hands up Marcos' back, leaving faint red scratches as he did so. On a whim, Nantan leaned forward and whispered in Marcos' ear, “Did you mean for me to relax like this?”, making sure to hug Marcos' hips with his inner thighs. Nantan didn't know what sexy was, but he hoped that maybe he was at least being sensual enough.
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 30, 2013 21:22:17 GMT -8
tagged: name. time: date & time. speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes.
“Did you mean for me to relax like this?”
What Marcos wanted to say was Hell no man, but I'm not a man to lie - this is pretty damned hot. but in reality all he could manage was a moan, even louder than his previous. Nantan had finally begun opening up, exploring his body in ways he himself had never experienced. He could feel the lawyer's nails attempting to penetrate his tender dark skin, sliding over them with enough force to send waves of ecstacy through his body. His bottom lap had become hostage to the most satisfying sensation ever. Nantan's mouth, now firmly latched onto his bottom lip, became a divine driving force behind Marcos's now continuously escalating mood. All he wanted was more, to sit here and just enjoy this type of feeling forever. And feeling Nantan's crotch grinding against his? That was an unfamiliar sensation to him...but he couldn't say that it was terrible. In fact, he enjoyed the feeling immensely, making sure to push his own hips into Nantan's as much as he possibly could to get the full effect.
Finally, after pulling away slightly, Marcos let out a few deep breaths to show that he was, in fact, thoroughly enjoying himself. He wasn't exactly sure when, but at some point the room had become very hot. Or it could have just been him. "Been a while since...hot damn no I didn't see this happening. But I'm not ready for the night to end, either. I'd tell you to come to my place but...well, I don't really have one right now." Marcos, not wanting to really get into detail right now about that. He had to slow down and stop himself from attacking the man's lips once more, but they had to at least converse about what was happening next. After all, he was still shirtless, so if they went anywhere he would need to find it.
"I mean, if you wanna stop it's cool bro. But damn I haven't been this hot and bothered in a long time." Marcos did not want to stop. Instead, he wanted to get somewhere so that things could...well, you know. The aching, throbbing pain would not go away until he could take care of that, but there was no way he could do something like that here at the club. He knew the owner too well to disrespect rules like that. And then there was Naomi. She would brutally murder him only to call his spirit back and murder him again. She wouldn't let something like that go.
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Post by lumorai on Mar 31, 2013 15:26:55 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~ time:10ish: sexy time. speech: nantan. notes: brb, dying. Nantan's brain completely shut off with the sound of Marcos' moan. It resonated through Nantan's body, vibrating his bones and clouding his senses with nothing but bliss. All he could register was panting and movement and friction and pleasure and this emptiness that was filling slowly and it all mixed together in a mosaic, like an ancient piece of art. Without realizing it, Marcos had become the personification of pleasure as his body moved in time with Nantan's, the tanned man's hips barely brushed the inside of the light-skinned man's thighs. It was a mixture of both heaven and hell as the tops of Nantan's thighs began to tighten with anticipation. There was a deep pressure welling up in his pelvis, and he was just so close to relieving it-
And then Marcos pulled away, throwing his tempo off. With a groan of frustration, he looked at the younger man through half-closed eyes, his teeth gritting as he attempted to bring himself back to the present. At first, Marcos' words didn't make sense. What did he mean, he didn't have a place? How did this have anything to do with the situation at hand? Why did it matter where he- oh. Oh. For a moment the buzzing in his brain cleared and he clearly saw what the younger man was insinuating.
Suddenly, he was unsure of what he wanted. The tautness that possessed his lower half was certainly a problem that needed to be fixed, but what about Marcos? Nantan pulled himself up a little in order to think more clearly. Obviously Marcos wanted release, but what after that? With a shake of his head, Nantan willed himself to just think logically for a moment, temporarily blocking out the attractive young man on top of him waiting for an answer. There were two sides to this conundrum. There was a physical need for release, but there was also the fact that well.... he was a virgin. And he had no idea about how sex worked, or what it felt like. And with sex inevitably came attachment, right?
But as he looked at the man in front of him, he began to think that maybe it wasn't such a terrible idea. It might have been the alcohol, but Marcos was quite....handsome, to put it frankly. And he seemed about as into this as Nantan was. With a sigh, Nantan pulled him up for a quick kiss before replying, “I.... are you sure about that? I mean... I have no experience.” It was a bit embarrassing to admit that he wasn't as experienced as most people his age, but it had to be said at some point. However, Nantan didn't see why that should prevent the two from going any farther. You always had to start somewhere, right? “My car's in front. I'll tell you directions on the way there. Nantan gently extricated himself from Marcos, feeling dizzy from vertigo and alcohol. It took massive self control to not kiss the man again as he led them back towards the front, making sure to pick up the shirts and the hat on the way. Hopefully, someone would come to pick up the glass of untouched alcohol later.
As they headed back towards the front room, Nantan noticed that Atticus and the stripper were no longer there. Funny, he had forgotten how utterly annoyed he was at Atticus during his time with Marcos. Still, he shook off the feeling, more focused on the strain in his pants. Later, he was definitely going to give his friend a hard time, but right now, Marcos' shirt was still at large. It wasn't long, though, before it was located. ”Looking for something, sweetheart?”the stripper on stage smirked as she rocked her body towards Marcos. With a flick of her wrist and a toss of her hair, Marcos' shirt had been tossed in their direction, landing on his shoulder.
Nantan fumed at her show. Here he was, so close to having sex, and that woman was flirting with Marcos. Who was his, thank you very much. She could go tease any other man, but if she dared to touch Marcos... With a growl, Nantan gripped Marcos' wrist and practically dragged him out of the club, not caring if anyone else was watching at this point. It wasn't in his nature to be possessive, but then again it wasn't in his nature to be greedy either. With a string of drunken and incoherent mumbles, Nantan reached for his keys and unlocked the car, plunking himself down in the passenger seat as he did so. He didn't want to share Marcos now, especially in this predicament. |
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 31, 2013 16:34:28 GMT -8
tagged: time: speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes. Things were starting to finally press forward. Nantan took a moment to inform Marcos of his virginity. Oh...well I hope he's feeling alright come Monday morning 'cause it's gonna hurt like hell! But then he thought about another thing. This man...he wasn't the type to just have lubrication or condoms just lying around...so how in the world were they going to get by without any "supplies"? Marcos didn't need anything - he would be alright. It's Nantan that was going to regret this later. For now, though, he kept quiet in hopes that the man wouldn't try to use the logical part of his brain more than he already was. That might kill his chances for a good time, after all.
"It's fine. Experience or not we're still gonna have a good time." With a wink and another quick kiss, Marcos proceeded to move so that Nantan could get back up. He took the lead this time, Marcos taking note of just how much alcohol the lawyer had really ingested. The man still remembered his way out of the club, which was good, but between the bobbing and weaving Marcos was getting a decent laugh out of this. It was mostly due to trying to avoid all of the people in the club, but still the alcohol was definitely taking effect on the older guy. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rebecca and she noticed him as well. In seconds, she shouted back to him and a shirt came flying in his direction. He didn't have time to say anything as Nantan's pace seemed to quicken. Instead, a small wave and smile was sent in her direction to make up for the lack of speech. They managed to make it just past the bar when he shouted to the bartender on staff. "Tell Naomi I'm driving Nantan home. I'll text her in the morning. Just tell her to take my car to drive homeboy home. Thanks, hasta luego!" He had just enough time to reach into his pocket with his free hand and toss the keys to the bartender.
Outside, Marcos could feel a slight breeze picking up. The night was still young but it was time to get back to better things. Like sex. Nantan found the keys and opened the passenger door, closing it quickly behind him and allowing Marcos to hop into the car. Before he strapped up, he handed his shirt to Nantan. "Hold on to that for me, will ya? Thanks!" In a split second Marcos's cologne-scented shirt was placed into Nantan's lap as he reached over for a quick kiss. This time it was super awkward, sending doubts into his mind about doing this. The only thing that kept him on track was his unyielding arousal and lust - he had to do something about that. Putting his seatbelt on and putting the car in reverse, Marcos spoke up once more.
"Where to, captain?"
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Post by lumorai on Mar 31, 2013 19:08:09 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~ time:11ish: about that time for the two of them! speech: nantan. notes: *giggle* Nantan grumbled grudgingly as Marcos pecked him lips. Marcos hadn't said anything back to her, so the lawyer really had no right to be mad. Still, he just wanted to get home and enjoy some alone time with Marcos, because the tension in his lower stomach was killing him. Even through his alcoholic stupor, Nantan felt a bit self conscious about his...predicament, as both were shirtless and aroused. With a not-so-subtle movement, the older man covered his lap with the three shirts and the hat. Maybe if I could just touch him, Nantan thought, wistfully entertaining fantasies involving physical contact. With a reluctant hiccup, Nantan began relaying his address, not even attempting to give directions. Fortunately for Marcos, Nantan remembered his neighborhood well enough to describe the general area, remembering that he lived next to a rather large grocery store.
Nantan didn't know what to say in the car. To be honest, all he wanted to do at this point was just be touched again and to continue where they had left off. However, those wants couldn't be fulfilled until they got to his house. At the thought of what was next, Nantan blushed a bit. Really, it must seem funny to Marcos how a man well into his thirties was nervous about sex, of all the things on the planet. Compared to the rest of the things Nantan had done with his life, sex should have just seemed easy. It wasn't nearly as terrible as.... as lawyer things. Ugh. He must've had more to drink than he thought.
He looked over at Marcos, smiling as he did so. He was glad that he didn't have to drive home. To be honest, he would have probably ended up in jail, jeopardizing his ability to do lawyer things when he wasn't so sexually frustrated. However, Nantan began to wonder: what about Marcos' car? If he could drive, how was Marcos going to get his car back? With a tremendous amount of focus, Nantan turned towards Marcos and asked, “If you're driving me back, then how did you get here? Aren't you afraid for your car?” He almost felt guilty for making the man drive him home. Almost.
After about 15 minutes of idle talking, Nantan felt the car slow to down. Finally, he was was in a familiar place. The little corner of town was quiet, with soft noises and amiable laughter providing a soundtrack to compliment the peacefulness of the neighborhood. We're almost here Nantan thought, provoking a twitch from the muscles in his lap. His breath became shorter and raspier as he began preparing himself for what would inevitably come within the next 5 minutes. When the car finally parked the Spanish-Apache man practically leaped out of his seat as he leaned over to kiss Marcos. Ah, this is better, he breathed to himself. |
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Apr 1, 2013 18:12:16 GMT -8
tagged: time: speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes.
As soon as Marcos put the car into gear to drive away, he began feeling...a bit nervous. It was unlike him to want to do something like this so badly with someone. Sure sex was just another way to enjoy himself and to have fun, cutting out all of those romantic bonds and those awkward "relationship rules". But right now things were very confusing to Marcos. He wanted sex badly and he knew he was going to get it. He knew, though, that a relationship wasn't exactly what he was aiming for; yet he felt mildly attracted to this guy. It was probably just from the heightened sense of pressure in his pants, and that would subside in due time. For now, he focused solely on driving without giving it too much thought.
The tension between the two in the car was definitely present but not overbearing. Marcos spoke up in response to Nantan's slightly worried question. "Nah, bro. Naomi is taking care of everything. I trust her with everything. She's like my better half." He laughed a bit, recalling some good times between the two friends. A few of those thoughts elicited another aroused response from his body, remember that she could do just about the same thing to him that Nantan was doing. Except it was different. Marcos hadn't really known what that difference was, but he knew it was definitely different.
They arrived fairly soon (after Nantan's somewhat odd directions - at least they were to Marcos). As he parked the car in the directed spot, Marcos shifted into park and unstrapped his seatbelt. Nantan reached in for a kiss but Marcos denied him, either teasing him for later or simply not interested in a kiss at that time. He wasn't sure himself why he stopped, but he did and that was all there was to it. He quickly got out of the car and opened the door, feeling the warm air rush against his bare chest. It was a nice night outside, not too chilly and not in the blistering heat of summer. Nantan was sure to follow as Marcos fumbled with the keys, finding the right one and opening the door rather quickly. He beckoned for his friend to follow, closing the door and locking it behind the two.
He wasn't interested in all of the details of the house, but as soon as he could he rushed back to the bedroom where he made sure the light was just barely enough to see each other. At the moment he wasn't interested in staring at Nantan while having sex because he feared it might intimidate him. The door was closed and there wasn't a soul in the house, and so Marcos could be as loud as he wanted. He would attempt to push Nantan on the bed and climb on top, only to begin the night of pleasure.
--Fast forward to the morning--
It was only 4am, but the aroma of eggs could be smelled through the kitchen. Marcos, standing there in nothing more than his own birthday suit, stood at the stove with a spatula in hand. He also found some bacon and began to cook that as well, careful not to get too close to the stove. He had heard horror stories about grease popping and frying very sensitive areas. The smell was likely enough to wake Nantan, or at least he had hoped. There was also being brewed slowly, letting its aroma intertwine with the scent of breakfast cooking. If he wasn't awake by now, Marcos would do it himself...in an interesting way. After that night of fun, he had a lot to think about, but he would focus on that a bit later. For now, he would continue making breakfast and surprise the man. After all, he was famished.
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Post by lumorai on Apr 1, 2013 22:14:02 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~ time:4 AM. speech: nantan. notes: meh. Four in the morning was not the ideal time for his body to wake up, Nantan decided as his head pounded raucously. With a groan he sat up in his bed, slowly coming to realize that there was something...off about the situation. At first, the pain in his lower half eluded him, but it all came back with the smell of breakfast from the front of the house. Ah. Marcos. That was why he was naked and his bed was a mess. It all....clicked somehow, why he felt so different. The smell of food was so enticing and so comforting, and Nantan suddenly realized that he hadn't eaten in about thirteen or so hours. And after everything that had happened last night.....
Nantan grabbed one of the comforters and wrapped it around him like an Eskimo as he groggily dragged himself first to the bathroom to relieve himself and then to the kitchen. The smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon greeted him, awakening both his empty stomach and his lethargic limbs. The blanket-wrapped man stood in the walkway between the kitchen and the dining room as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the light and reveal the surprise waiting for him in the kitchen. And what a surprise it was. Nantan's bed mate was standing in front of his stove in nothing but Nantan's dishes apron, his attention focused on the bacon sizzling in the pan. Nantan blushed a little as his eyes slowly traced Marcos' back and eventually took in his hips and thighs. Even sober, Nantan could not deny the fact that Marcos was appealing to look at. When he was done taking Marcos' figure Nantan rubbed his eyes and made his way to the cabinets, pretending he hadn't checked the shorter man out at all.
“So I take it that I'm not the only one starving,” Nantan commented while getting out plates and cups. He went to the fridge to get some milk and asked as he was pouring the coffee, “Do you want milk or sugar?” He wasn't the type to drink it black, but to each their own. Nantan allowed himself another sneaky glance at Marcos' posterior as he walked by, smirking as he did so. Really, was he trying to send the older man a message at this hour of all times? Ah well, Nantan thought with a sense of pleasure. It was most likely a reflection of how much he had enjoyed last night. It certainly wasn't going to be something that either of them would be forgetting anytime soon, especially with the faint red marks that peppered Marcos' back. |
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Apr 2, 2013 13:11:24 GMT -8
tagged: time: speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes.
It didn't take long for the aroma of fresh breakfast to waft through the house, reaching the once unconscious Nantan's nostrils and beckoning him. Marcos had learned to cook a long time ago whenever his father decided to stop looking after him. That was fine because now he could make some pretty great things. Sometimes he would cook for Naomi (and we all know that Naomi would request Japanese from the Mexican guy, right?) but she still loved his food too. in fact, she loved it so much that she would always sometimes correct him when trying to prepare a particular dish. It didn't matter though because he had gained valuable experience, which would make him a popular hit with the ladies one day.
His sleepy partner stumbled into the kitchen, likely still half asleep. The two hadn't gotten much sleep for obvious reasons, but Marcos was up and ready for another exciting day. In his usual, excited voice, he greeted the man without even looking in that direction. "Well good morning to you too! Yes, I'm quite hungry myself. Hope you didn't mind that I dug through your stuff and found something to eat." The bacon sizzled as he turned it, just to make sure that it was fully cooked. The eggs were also finished, and so he took the pans and began to place the food on both of their plates. In hindsight, Marcos probably could have cooked a bit less...both plates were nearly full of food, but he couldn't complain. He was terribly hungry himself.
"No coffee for me just yet. I've got enough energy as is. I'll grab a glass of water for now. Thanks man." Marcos took a cup that Nantan had set out and went to fill it with cold water. Now that he was finished cooking, he set down his glass of water and removed the apron, not ashamed of standing there in the buff. He stretched a little, feeling his muscles tense a little from the previous night. Nantan was now covered in a giant quilt, which made Marcos roll his eyes a bit. Oh come on - he can't be embarrassed about me seeing him naked. This guy...he's a piece of work. He chuckled a little as he took his cup of water and sat down at the table - it would be the spot adjacent to Nantan.
"Well, time to eat! Hope you like." Truth be told Marcos didn't much care if he liked the food or not - he was famished and needed some refueling himself! At the same time, though, Marcos did wonder about this guy...he lived in a very comfortable home all alone. He was very shy around Marcos (except for after being filled with alcohol) and that was his first ever time having sex. Was he gay or just too caught up in life to have time for a relationship? The answer was unclear, but after he finished his rather large plate of food, Marcos would try to pry around in the man's life a little.
Oh yeah, I better text Naomi after this. She won't be up, but I bet she'll want to know what happened.
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Post by lumorai on Apr 7, 2013 13:27:15 GMT -8
tagged: Marcos~ time:4:30, time for cuddles. speech: nantan. notes: -w- Stop being cute. Hangovers were, simply put, an inconvenience. The moment that Marcos mentioned water, Nantan's throat became parched, as if he had been in an oasis. With a mournful sigh, Nantan dumped out his cup of coffee and replaced it with cold tap water. He had completely forgotten what alcohol did to the body. Looking back on it, Nantan was thankful he had drank so much water earlier yesterday; otherwise, he might have had difficulty keeping the alcohol down.
Ah, breakfast is finally ready, Nantan thought happily. At least now I can e- Oh. Oh. Oh. Any and all internal thoughts were cut to pieces when Marcos dropped the apron. Nantan caressed Marcos' developed chest and stomach with his eyes, his gaze becoming more attentive the farther down they traveled. He hadn't been able to sleep much, but Nantan was already wide awake and alert.
With a polite cough, Nantan made his way to the table and cleared off two adjacent spots for them. The image of the bartender's flesh was seared into his mind and bringing up memories of last night. It took great effort, but the older man managed to focus on the plate in front of him. Marcos had apparently read his mind, because there was mountains of fluffy eggs and streams of bacon. Before he had realized it Nantan had scarfed down a quarter of the food, barely registering the taste of it.
Mid-chew, all of the tastes and aromas hit him at once, overstimulating his senses. At that moment, Nantan could swear that this breakfast was the best thing he had ever ate. “I should have you make me breakfast more often,” Nantan chuckled as he went back to eating. “I don't think I'd ever leave the house if you did though.” Nantan stroked the back of his neck as he spoke, a dirty thought crossing his mind briefly.
All too soon, Nantan's plate was clean. It had been so much food, but he had eaten every last bite. He stretched a bit, letting the quilt pool around his waist. It wasn't as cold as it had been when he woke up, he noted. Or maybe he had just warmed up from the food. Either way, he was warm, full, and getting sleepy.
Nantan looked over at Marcos, uncertain of what to do. He had been so forward and so sudden last night, but now he didn't know what to do now. How did... these work? What was....this, this hybrid between acquaintances and lovers? The air seemed a to become bit colder as it dawned on him that Marcos might just leave now. There was no moral or legal obligation for him to stay, after all. Even still, Nantan was fond of Marcos. He seemed to have kind intentions and just wanted to have fun. Perhaps....
Nantan leaned over and gave the naked Mexican a peck on the cheek. After a hesitant smile, Nantan explained, “I'm still rather tired from yesterday....what do you want to do?” It was most polite to leave it to the guest, after all, since it was four in the morning. Although Nantan would love to get some more sleep (preferably with Marcos, as he was warm and comforting, and most importantly nude), he wouldn't want to force Marcos to do anything he wasn't in the mood for. |
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Apr 8, 2013 18:36:56 GMT -8
tagged: time: speech: marcos. notes: do not exceed one line of notes.
Marcos, not one to pick up on the subtle things in life, continued on with his rather delicious meal, unaware that Nantan poured out his coffee in place for some water as well. He knew that the man couldn't be feeling well though with as much as he drank; not that it was a lot, per se, but most definitely potent. Marcos knew that feeling all too well - waking up in the morning with a killer headache, dehydrated, and hungrier than he ever realized (especially if there was sex involved). This morning he paid no mind to Nantan's obvious hangover, only absorbed in the wonderful delicacy of life called food.
In no time he had finished his food, patting his stomach (as well as his back) in a hardy gesture. He laughed at Nantan's comment, knowing how amazing food could taste after a night of sex and alcohol. "Thanks man, but I'm no chef." It was a bit of a stretch, to be honest, but he didn't feel like going into detail about his cooking skills. They mainly came from getting hungry when he was younger and just throwing something together in the kitchen. And then the recipes online gave him inspiration. And, of course, Naomi had a pretty big impact on that too. She inspired him to get out and start learning how to fem for himself; in fact, she was the type that made you learn it all "just in case you settle with a woman who can't do shit". And that was always a possibility.
But in that moment, that possibility seemed a bit closer than before. Nantan's lips met with Marcos's cheek and he was a bit taken back. Last night the two of them went at it like animals all stemming from a fun striptease. Now, while he was no longer aroused by anything, he felt a bit awkward when Nantan reached over for a kiss. No words were spoken, but his cheeks did flush a very mild pink. The lawyer sounded like he wanted to go another round but...Marcos wasn't really that type of guy. He felt no real romantic connection with Nantan, and the sexual connection was a spur of the moment thing. It didn't suit him to just hit it and quit it with another man. Before it was all about the money, but now...well, it was different. Sure he had fun, but he wasn't sure that he could do something like that more often.
Quickly recovering from the slightly embarrassing situation, Marcos gave a curt, quick reply to Nantan. "Well, I'd text Naomi to come get me but I imagine she won't be up at this hour. I'm not that tired at the moment...but I probably should check in. I know I'm a grown man and all, but you know how women can be." Marcos stood from his seat and grabbed his empty plate of food, still baring it all for the world to see. He emptied the excess crumbs into the trash bin and set his glass, plate, and utensil all in the sink to wash. Without realizing what he was doing, he began swinging his hips and humming to himself, taking some dish soap and cleaning up the kitchenware that he had dirtied. He offered to clean Nantan's as well, trying to make use of himself after cooking up Nantan's food.
Once he finished, he made his way back to the bedroom where his clothes were. His boxer briefs and pants were at the bedside but his shirt was nowhere to be found. Now where did I put that...oh well guess I will just come back for it or something. He snatched his phone from the nightstand and glanced at the battery. It still had about 20% remaining, which was good - he would need that to call Naomi. He dialed her number quickly and waited for the voicemail to pick up. After about twenty five seconds, he caught the voicemail and began to leave a brief message for her to meet up with him at a certain time. He disconnected the call and searched for the number for a taxi. He one saved because you never know what would happen. After a short chat with a dispatcher, a taxi would arrive soon.
Marcos, kind of feeling bad about not staying for much longer, went back to Nantan and hugged him. "Thanks for everything, man. I had fun! We...well, we may have to do this again sometime. You never know, right?" The Mexican reached over and patted the man's crotch comically, trying to get him stirred up again. It wouldn't take much, as he had learned from the previous night, but it was a tease that he could keep going on forever. "Well, I've got a taxi coming for me. Keep me posted! We'll drink sometime soon too. Oh, and if you see my shirt, will you let me know? It's somewhere around here. If you can't find it no biggie. Later!"
Marcos stepped out into the early morning, waiting for his ride to come. Boy he would have some kind of story for Naomi later...
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