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Oct. 9th, 2008 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"Oral fixation." Charles muttered, pushing up his sunglasses. They were really wicked sunglasses, like transitional lenses but without the prescription, and they went really dark in the sunlight. Charles would never admit they were wicked though, because that would be buying into the system, and because Jay had given them to him as a gift.
"Shut up." Jay flipped his hair so that the lock of dark hair away from his face. Getting hair stuck to your face with sticky popsicle juice sucked. "I don't."
Charles smirked. Jay saying he didn't have an oral fixation was like Metis saying he wasn't gay, or like the jock saying he wasn't an ass. "Poser." Charles leaned over and shifted Jay's hair so it was out of the way, and licked up some of the sticky red juice lingering t the corner of Jay's mouth. "Don't tell me to stop." Jay didn't, and Charles finished cleaning up the edge of Jay's mouth. "Doormat." Charles sealed his mouth over Jay's before Jay could protest.
Jay looked into Charles' eyes, and then Jay's eyes fluttered closed. Charles licked and nipped at Jay's bottom lip, slipped his tongue into the sickly, sweet cherry flavored mouth, rubbed his tongue over Jay's. "Mm."
Charles broke the kiss, his smirk flickering at Jay's blushing, confused expression. "Charles-" Jay started to say something, no doubt something about kissing or how they should move somewhere else, or maybe that he'd liked the kiss. Charles didn't let Jay finish his statement, instead he grasped Jay's hand holding the half melted popsicle. First Charles sucked the remaining bit of red ice off the popsicle and tossed the stick into the trash. Then Charles turned Jay's palm over and sucked up the melted juice that had puddled there.
"Oral fetish." Jay rumbled when Charles took one of Jay's fingers into his mouth, licking the chemical cherry taste off.
Charles bit Jay's finger hard enough to leave marks, but nothing that wouldn't fade in an hour. "Is all you do repeat others, Jay?" When Jay was looking stunned, and a little upset, Charles pushed him so he was leaning back and proceeded to unbutton his pants.
He'd show Jay an 'oral fetish'.
"Shut up." Jay flipped his hair so that the lock of dark hair away from his face. Getting hair stuck to your face with sticky popsicle juice sucked. "I don't."
Charles smirked. Jay saying he didn't have an oral fixation was like Metis saying he wasn't gay, or like the jock saying he wasn't an ass. "Poser." Charles leaned over and shifted Jay's hair so it was out of the way, and licked up some of the sticky red juice lingering t the corner of Jay's mouth. "Don't tell me to stop." Jay didn't, and Charles finished cleaning up the edge of Jay's mouth. "Doormat." Charles sealed his mouth over Jay's before Jay could protest.
Jay looked into Charles' eyes, and then Jay's eyes fluttered closed. Charles licked and nipped at Jay's bottom lip, slipped his tongue into the sickly, sweet cherry flavored mouth, rubbed his tongue over Jay's. "Mm."
Charles broke the kiss, his smirk flickering at Jay's blushing, confused expression. "Charles-" Jay started to say something, no doubt something about kissing or how they should move somewhere else, or maybe that he'd liked the kiss. Charles didn't let Jay finish his statement, instead he grasped Jay's hand holding the half melted popsicle. First Charles sucked the remaining bit of red ice off the popsicle and tossed the stick into the trash. Then Charles turned Jay's palm over and sucked up the melted juice that had puddled there.
"Oral fetish." Jay rumbled when Charles took one of Jay's fingers into his mouth, licking the chemical cherry taste off.
Charles bit Jay's finger hard enough to leave marks, but nothing that wouldn't fade in an hour. "Is all you do repeat others, Jay?" When Jay was looking stunned, and a little upset, Charles pushed him so he was leaning back and proceeded to unbutton his pants.
He'd show Jay an 'oral fetish'.
