RP: In Maschera

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Date: 22 July 2001
Characters: Terrence, Theo
Status: Private
Summary: Is it still a date if you don't go together?
Completion: Complete

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[nottanaddict]

Still growling, Theo pulled Terrence's head to the other side, teeth scraping cruelly over skin and sinking in again and again as he crushed into Terrence. Hitched moans and shaken gasps tore from him as he rubbed his prick against him, every movement dragging his cock against the silk shorts he wore and increasing the pressure building in his muscles and tightening his balls. He pulled Terrence's hair until he was whimpering and savaged his throat with his teeth until the abused flesh swelled purple under his lips. Every noise Terrence made pushed him closer to the edge

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Nnnnnggghhhhhhhh.Terrence's thoughts had ceased to be coherent round about the time Theodore started pulling his hair in earnest. The pain of it, the ache radiating outward in stars across his scalp and throbbing through his throat as Theodore's teeth tore at the delicate skin, made him so dizzy he could barely see, could barely do anything but cling to Theodore and ride his furor like riding a riptide. He was certain he was making a complete spectacle of himself, uselessly uninhibited as he was being, but he couldn't seem to care about anything except Theodore's hands in his hair and Theodore's mouth on his throat and Theodore's prick grinding against his hip and

[nottanaddict]

"Ohhh," Theo sighed, looking Terrence over with something very like reverence. "You're perfect. May I--?"

At Terrence's assent, Theo moved closer and ran his hands gently over Terrence's skin. His fingers played lightly over his torso, tracing the definition lines of his chest and abs and running down the knobs of his spine. A sort of strange peace descended on Theodore as he explored Terrence's body, the single-minded hunger of just a moment ago vanished in his excitement at being allowed this privelege.

"Might we take our scotch into the other room, sir? I should like to... perchance attempt a slower pace once more," he murmured, looking up from his examination of Terrence's body to meet his eyes. "I do apologise that I get so out of hand."

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Blushing furiously at Theodore's praise, Terrence held still while long, elegant fingers brushed glove-soft and almost hesitant over his torso, flexing his muscles just a bit so Theodore could feel them move beneath his hands. He didn't understand Theodore's fascination, but it made him happy, and it made Terrence happy to make Theodore happy

[nottanaddict]

Theodore smiled at the kiss and took his glass and grabbed the bottle as well, then paused Terrence and opened the icebox again to place ice in both their glasses

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Terrence blinked at the question, not nearly naive enough to think it innocuous, especially not with the tone of Theodore's voice, but he'd never been one to back down from a challenge, and he grinned, letting the teasing barb roll off his now-bare back as he settled more comfortably into the cushions.

"As I've seen where daringness tends to end up," he said dryly, "perhaps something a little different? Truth."

[nottanaddict]

"I'm afraid I'm terribly self-absorbed, and I apologise in advance," Theo laughed. "But... What do you really think of me, Mr Higgs? I shall not need to remind you that you are bound by the unbreakable conventions of Truth Or Dare."

Theodore scooted a little closer and leaned in to look Terrence in the eye. His arm stretched across the back of the couch almost close enough to touch him. The proximity made the fine hairs on his arm stand on end, and something that had just been settling down began to glow again in the pit of his stomach.

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Terrence felt the question more than he heard it, the intensification of that same inquiry Theodore had been projecting nearly all night, and he wondered why he was so

[nottanaddict]

Theodore felt his skin growing hotter and redder with every compliment Terrence paid him. It was almost unbearable and he had to force himself to meet Terrence's eyes. His ears felt as though they'd caught fire. He let out a long, slow breath, then fumbled with the jacket lying over the back of the couch to pull out a pack of kreteks and a lighter.

Sticking one between his lips, he offered the pack to Terrence, then put it on the coffee table in anticipation of the need for another fag before terribly long. Lighting his own quickly, Theo took a soothing drag. Then he leaned close to Terrence and lit his too before sitting back and trying to relax. He played with his lighter, flicking it on and off and avoiding looking directly at Terrence.

"Truth," he said finally, still staring into the small bluish flame.

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Terrence inhaled the smoke, trying not to cough on it -- it had been awhile, and he'd never really taken to smoking, but could hold his own in a social situation. He thought for a moment, though he already knew what he wanted to ask, and then exhaled a plume away from Theodore before turning to face him again.

"Why are you so uncertain of yourself?"

[nottanaddict]

"It's not myself of which I'm uncertain," Theodore replied levelly, looking up into Terrence's eyes with a strange expression. "I find myself uncertain of other people, of their natures, of their morals and mores and ethics and ideals. I find that I'm not one of them, and I do not belong, and I do not wish to be like them

[snobappeal]

That wasn't quite the sort of answer Terrence had been looking for, and he realised that by phrasing things as vaguely as he had, Theodore had managed to successfully evade the real question without actually refusing to give a viable answer. Very clever, Theodore, Terrence thought, filing away both the answer and the knowledge that he was going to have to be much more deliberate and specific in his wording, before taking another sip of his whisky. It didn't taste nearly as good from the glass as it had on Theodore's tongue, but he shivered with the sense-memory anyhow, fingers tightening on the near-forgotten fag before he remembered himself and tapped a long column of ash into the tray.

"Truth," he said quietly, holding Theodore's gaze and daring him to ask something more cuttingly personal. It wasn't that he wanted to reveal all his secrets on the first date, but he imagined he would learn as much from the questions Theodore posed as he would from the answers Theodore gave. Perhaps more.

[nottanaddict]

Theo smiled at the look on Terrence's face. Something about the way his eyes deepened told Theodore that there was a lot more going on behind those eyes than the pretty package would indicate. Something about That Look caught in his belly, a little tingle spreading outwards through his veins to make him shiver. He licked his lips deliberately and took another drag.

"Good man," Theo noted, not quite smiling as his brow furrowed with thought. "Let us think, precious, yeah?"

Another sip of Macallan, another drag, and he tilted his head to one side and fixed Terrence with a calculating gaze.

"What would you most regret not getting the chance to do tonight were you never to spend the evening with me again?"

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Oh he would ask something like that, Terrence thought in the split second before most of the blood in his body made a mad dash for his cock, leaving him lightheaded and dizzy. His fingers curled inward against his thighs, nails scratching over the fine fabric, and his muscles flexed restlessly, impossible to ignore as the skin across his torso flushed and rippled with it and his nipples tightened with arousal.

And this was all before he'd even started contemplating his options. If this was to be a single night, he would want to try and do absolutely everything, memorise Theodore's body, his scent, his taste, the feel of his skin beneath hands and lips and the slide of their bodies against each other, watch his face intently as he brought him to orgasm again and again until it was physically impossible for either of them to come anymore. But really, if it was one specific thing, he didn't actually need to think about it at all

[nottanaddict]

Theo's jaw dropped, mouth gaping slightly as he stared at Terrence. A tiny moan escaped from him before he collected himself again and shook his head slightly, grinning at nothing. Instead of saying anything in response, he just nodded thoughtfully, trying not to fall off the couch or have some kind of regrettably gauche moment of stuttering.

"Interesting response," he finally managed, not really looking at Terrence as he took a larger gulp of scotch than before. "I shall keep it in mind. 'f it's my turn... Dare. Just to keep it interesting."

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"Dare," Terrence repeated slowly, trying to push aside his arousal to think of something that wouldn't be terribly overtly sexual and drive this forward too quickly, but that was still...daring enough.

His eyes finally left Theodore's face, trailing down his body; round about the vicinity of the top button of his waistcoat, he smiled, letting his gaze continue the journey downward before finally looking back into Theo's eyes.

"I want to find out," he murmured, voice dropping the slightest bit as a hint of a purr crept into his tone, "if you move as gracefully as I think you do. I dare you to stand...just here," he said, indicating the space just in front of him and to the side of the table, not quite close enough to touch without reaching but not too far away, "and remove one piece of clothing, of your choice, while moving to your choice of music."