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Post by izanagi on Jun 18, 2012 3:04:33 GMT -5
Izanagi's face immediately reddened, but he tried to keep on his sassy front by stuttering out a retort, "Y-yeah, whatever. I'm sure you're gonna be a bad t-teacher." He shifted under the other, turning his head to stare at the wall, the ceiling, the TV, anything but Hara.
He looked back just in time to see the other taking his shirt off. What did he want him to do? What did Iza want to do? He wasn't sure, but he figured that if he didn't do something, Hara would make fun of him forever. So, without any words, he leaned up as best as he could and pressed his lips to Hara's.
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Post by hara on Jun 18, 2012 3:17:35 GMT -5
Hara was taken aback with the kiss. His eyebrows narrowed as he felt Izanagi's pure lips against his once again. Hara wanted to kill Izanagi at this moment, but for some reason-- Hara didn't pull back. He was so entranced with thinking of ways to kill the ginger that he forgot to think about the present. "Take it back, you cunt. It's MY job to teach you, not vise versa. Now be the good little virgin you are and just look pretty under me."
Then again, Hara was a virgin himself. He hated to admit such things, but even then he knew what to do. Just like how they did it... in the porn videos I've watched. Someone DID tell me that too much sex can kill you. With that thought, the male smirked and brushed Iza's hair out of his face.
"I'll take care of you tonight," Hara's golden hues gleamed as he lifted the redhead's chin to kiss him again. His kisses began moving down to his neck and he stopped there. Instead of kissing the pale boy's neck, he began sucking on it. I'll be sure to leave my mark everywhere on this faggot.
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Post by izanagi on Jun 18, 2012 3:36:05 GMT -5
Izanagi winced at the insult, not used to hearing that word, especially not directed towards himself. Sure, he'd gotten the occasional "pussy," and "bitch," from bullies, but nothing more than that. "Sorry, I just, I just.. I thought.." he trailed off, licking his lips as he found himself at a loss for words.
At the mention of taking care of him, the red haired boy felt a tightening in his chest. He wasn't sure what it meant and he knew that he shouldn't think so far into Hara's words because they probably wouldn't amount to anything later on, but he couldn't help it.
The teenager wasn't only a virgin to the actual act, but he'd never gone this far, either. His skin was especially sensitive and he bit his lip to conceal any noises. Letting out a soft gasp, he pushed himself back against the bed, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to make any real noises because, one, they were in the dorm rooms and he had neighbors next door, and, two, there was still a little part of him that didn't want to give Hara the satisfaction.
"S..stop.." he mumbled, even though he didn't mean it. It was just an instinct to say to something like that in a time like this, especially since he was so new to this.
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Post by hara on Jun 18, 2012 3:53:32 GMT -5
The more Hara sucked, the redder Iza's skin color turned. It was so luscious, so pure... Hara could just cut it or burn it at that moment. But he didn't. His pried his lips away, but moved it down to Iza's collarbones. The sneaky bastards lips were wet from sucking, so he decided to wipe his mouth using the rest of Iza's body. Hara snickered as he stated, "I wouldn't be surprised if you had freckles down here, ginger." However, when Hara looked up at the redhead's face, it seemed as if Iza was holding back. He looked so helpless, so pleasured-- just like a sheep. He looked like he wanted more. The light haired boy smirked as he thought. And so he fuckin' enjoys it. He's has to beg for more first. Hara even began thinking that the little redhead would make a good slave. After all, he did want a partner to do his crazy pranks with.
"Saying stop isn't going to get you anywhere, ya moron," Hara exclaimed. "Go on... beg me for more." The look in Hara's eyes were piercing through Iza's soul. His fingers were intertwined with Iza's... Hara glanced at the connection between their hands and shot his eyes back at the ginger.
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Post by izanagi on Jun 18, 2012 4:19:00 GMT -5
He could feel the warmth on his skin from the sucking, and he was at the point where he was at a loss of what to do. "No.. D-don't say things like that at a time like this," he whispered, mostly to himself, as he tilted his head back so he could gaze up at the ceiling instead of the boy hovering over him.
Even when Hara's lips were separated from his skin for the few seconds, he still felt warm. It didn't seem as if that feeling was going to go away any time soon, but it wasn't as if Izanagi minded. It was a pleasant feeling, something unfamiliar, but at the same time, so welcomed. When the lighter haired teenager stopped, Iza whined a little before he could stop himself, and he quickly pressed his lips together tightly.
"No, stupid, I.. I don't want to beg," he began, voice shaky as he glanced back at Hara, only to realize that was a mistake. His right hand instinctively squeezed against Hara's as he slid it up, trying to get a better grip. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. "No, I don't want to, no.. I won't."
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Post by hara on Jun 19, 2012 2:38:45 GMT -5
The intertwined hands were tightening up and Hara felt his heart skipping a beat. Eyes widening a bit, he played it off. He allowed his hands to grip and his fingers to dig into the pale hand. Damn it... I can't get flustered over this little shit. If he did, he would lose.
"Still in denial?" Hara pressured with lust in his eyes. He knew he wanted Izanagi's virginity and that's what he's going to get. Hara maneuvered himself downwards to the redhead's chest and began tasting the boy up and down. "Beg," he would whisper between every deep breath.
Hara glared back at the boy who seemed so small compared to him. It felt so wrong, but so right to force himself on a fragile dimwit. What's mine is mine. The teen's head lowered and he kissed Iza's chest. Still looking down with hair covering most of the other's vision, he smiled. A hidden smile for hidden motives.
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Post by izanagi on Jun 19, 2012 3:06:34 GMT -5
"Haraaaa," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn't saying it out of pleasure, even though he did like what was happening, but it was more of a scolding tone. "It.. This isn't right.." His faltered at the end of the sentence, becoming too distracted by the other's actions to finish any protests. Even in a state like this, Iza seemed to have goodie goodie thoughts.
Izanagi's breath hitched when he felt the other move to his chest. He suddenly pulled his right hand away from Hara's and held it up to cover his mouth, trying to conceal any sounds that wanted to come, or at least muffle them since it seemed he was failing to hide the soft noises.
His stubbornness was telling him to keep insisting that he wouldn't beg, but what he actually wanted was beginning to overpower that. The curly haired teenager might as well just give up, he told himself, and so he did. "O-okay.. Hara.. I.. please.. please."
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