Atlantic City Fun metody_green

[hardhitter_nj]

Dropping his bags off at home, Michael headed down to the Aquarium. Sure, it was a stretch from there to the rest of their date, but the Boardwalk was something most needed to acclimatize to before being dropped  metaphorically head first. Some thought it was gaudy, loud, and as obnoxious as a Jersey Shore episode.  While Metody didn't strike him

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[hardhitter_nj]

Encouraging words. Encouraging nuzzles. Mikey likes. He slips his hands between the sweater vest, massaging over the fabric of Metody's button down shirt, coming up to deliver a really hungry kiss.

[metody_green]

He buries his face in Mikey's hair, sighing happily and - and suddenly, a kiss! Metody melts against him, eyes closing and lips parting. He slides his hands down his back and over his sides, kissing back with equal hunger.

[hardhitter_nj]

Things were getting pretty heated up for Michael. Definitely. Hands pull out from under the sweater vest, cupping one behind Metody's neck and the other at the small of his back as his kiss deepens.

[metody_green]

Metody scrapes his teeth over Michael's lower lip, continuing the kiss. His hands wander over Michael's sides and around to rub firmly at his back, and then descend just the tiniest bit lower. He is hesitant, being a touch unsure about how far Michael wants to go.

[hardhitter_nj]

A slight whimper at the nip first. "Can I ...?" He makes a small gesture to indicate he wanted to take the sweater vest off, no longer worrying so much that Metody could probably feel the state he was in.

[metody_green]

Metody is very aware of the state Michael is in, what with his thigh pressed firmly against his belly and groin.

"Mmmyes." He even leans back and helps him remove it. And the instant it's off, he's kissing him again, mouth moving hungrily over his skin and towards one of his ears.

[hardhitter_nj]

Michael laughs into the next kiss. The extra attention has him flailing his arms, looking for a place to put his hands. When there's an opportunity, he grabs it and lets one hand stray past waistband to rest and caress at hip level.

[metody_green]

He grazes his teeth over Michael's earlobe, laughing happily. Metody sighs happily at the caress and presses firmly against him, hands clutching at his shoulder and side.

[hardhitter_nj]

Michael encourages Metody to sit straight forward facing him with legs on each side. He felt like any minute, it would all stop. And that would suck.

"I. Really. Don't. Know. What. I'm Doing..." Michael says between their kisses and caresses.

[metody_green]

He straddles his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, and presses kisses down his neck. The closeness of their bodies leaves no doubt that Metody is enjoying himself just as much as Michael.

"But you're doing it wonderfully," he whispers into his ear, then kisses his earlobe. "What - ah. What would you like to do..?"

[hardhitter_nj]

He felt like a kid in a candy shop as Metody shifted then spoke, shivering as warm breath caressed his earlobe. "Mmmmmore." He started tugging at his own shirt, trying to get at each button as quickly as he could.

(ooc ...why do I get the feeling like he's gonna be like Janet in Rocket Horror? :D)

[metody_green]

"More is good."

And he is happy to help Michael, unbuttoning from the bottom until their hands bump against each other. And then his hands are sliding inside his shirt and Metody is pressed warmly against him.

[hardhitter_nj]

Michael helps him with the last of Metody's shirt as well, nodding eagerly in agreement and unwilling to start talking again in case he says something to screw this up. Leaning his head down low, he starts kissing from collarbone to nipple.

[metody_green]

Metody is covered in decoration; tattooed green leaves swirl around his body and upper arms, closer and thicker the lower they are on his trunk. Between the leaves, his belly is dotted with what are either birth marks or bruises the size of a fingertip. Both nipples are pierced with little gold rings, and there is a lump the size of a large watch face in his left pectoral muscle. A little line of scar lays beside it, and black letters and numbers are tattooed over it.

He arches his back with a throaty groan, hips bucking up against Michael when he reaches his nipple. Metody buries his hands in his hair, not quite pulling at it, and makes a low, pleading sound.

ooc

[hardhitter_nj]

(ooc sorry I've been lagging. I will get Mikey's rep done tonight.)

Re: ooc

[metody_green]

(OOC: It's fine! People get busy, especially at this time of year. Take your time - I don't mind waiting.)