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Dec 14, 2006 01:09

The place Carcer leads Revan is a small room with squashy armchairs and couches, and a kitchen. It's very small. But it should be suitable for their needs.

His hand is still in the sith's hair.

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prodigalsith December 14 2006, 06:30:02 UTC

And the Sith doesn't seem to mind, but it limits his view of the room to the area around Carcer's head.

Revan looks at him. "Nice place."

who_me_ December 14 2006, 06:33:15 UTC

"It's here for things." It's not his. It's just here. He pulls Revan back in for another one of those kisses, a little slower than before, but no less intense.

prodigalsith December 14 2006, 06:40:05 UTC

He probably wouldn't care if it happened to belong to the best duelist the Jedi could muster. He's all for the convenient places. He tilts his head as best he can, kissing back. His hands slide around Carcer's waist.

who_me_ December 14 2006, 06:43:45 UTC

Carcer starts moving back towards the couch, pulling Revan with him. He bites hard on his lip and then spears his tongue back inside before he hears a noise out of the other man.

prodigalsith December 14 2006, 06:52:51 UTC

The first noise Carcer gets at the sudden intrusion is Revan letting out a delayed and muffled squeak of surpise, followed by a rumble of pleasure. He isn't objecting to being pulled, but his steps are a bit staggering.

who_me_ December 14 2006, 07:29:20 UTC

He pulls away from Revan and plops himself down on the couch. His hands are on his hips and he pulls, firmly, leaning back. He's biting his own lip, gnawing on it, leaving red marks as he stares up at him, hungry.

prodigalsith December 14 2006, 13:38:38 UTC

He possibly could have stayed on his feet, but he doesn't particularly want to. His knees buckle under him and he falls onto Carcer. "Stop that," he growls, pressing their lips together again.

who_me_ December 14 2006, 18:39:55 UTC

"Stop what?" He mumbles, snaking his tongue between Revan's lips and taking control ofthe kiss. His hands slide up his back and pulled again, pulling him against his own body.

prodigalsith December 14 2006, 20:14:41 UTC

One of Revan's legs ends up between Carcer's, arms braced on either side of his head. He rumbles softly, his head tilting a little to give the other man a better angle.

who_me_ December 14 2006, 20:36:01 UTC

Carcer applies his nails, sliding one of his hands underneath Revan's shirt. He drags his nails up his back, pulling away from the kiss and tasting Revan's neck, since it's tilted so invitingly.

prodigalsith December 14 2006, 20:44:58 UTC

A pleased gasp escapes Revan's throat, and he's left with the decision of if he prefers Carcer's nails or mouth. Luckily he's flexible enough to have his cake and eat it too; he leans into the mouth on his neck and arches his back into Carcer's nails.

who_me_ December 14 2006, 20:50:44 UTC

Carcer lets out a satisfied growl at the reaction and digs his nails in harder as he drags them back down. He licks and sucks on the side of Revan's neck for a while before he bites, grinding his arousal against the leg between his thighs.

prodigalsith December 15 2006, 00:47:23 UTC

Revan's going to have to see about dealing with the scratches that will inevitably adorn his back in the morning. For now, though, he shakily brings one of his hands up to pull his hair out of the way, biting down on his lip hard enough to pierce the skin and pressing his own erection against Carcer's leg.

who_me_ December 15 2006, 00:53:24 UTC

And possibly bitemarks.

He pulls away from Revan's neck because...oh, blood. Carcer kisses him again, sucking on the lip hungrily. His other hand starts to slide down the back of Revan's pants, tugging him closer and lifting his leg to rub against his cock.

prodigalsith December 15 2006, 01:41:10 UTC

Well, Revan isn't quite as concerned about the bitemarks. Probably because he's more vain about his tattoos than about more noticable things like bitemarks on his neck.

Revan dimly notices the reaction the blood gets, but he can't find it in himself to be particularly curious or concerned about it. The tug drops him the rest of the way onto Carcer and he whimpers at the sudden contact of the leg on his cock.

who_me_ December 15 2006, 01:50:21 UTC

Carce might bring out knives at some point. It'll be up to Revan to either enjoy that or get them away from him.

Impatient, suddenly, Carcer pulls his hand away from Revan's ass and starts massaging the erection through the sith's pants. He pushes his shirt up in the back, not to scratch more, but to get it off eventually.

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