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[wildcurt]

Continued from here.

In all honesty, Brian hadn't explored overmuch beyond the compound. He didn't know where was safe and where wasn't, and with the mindset that he had been left in there was little opportunity to meet people beyond mindgames. And so as Curt took his hand, he followed, not knowing where he was going, but going all the same

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[demon_slade]

Time ceased the second that Curt's hands struck wall and all Brian could do was gaze up into the mans face. Eyes bore into him for an eternity until the passion grew to fevor and they were tasting. Divine and it was all he could do to keep up. A battle of wits and tongues and lusts that grew and would take eternity to peak between they. It would grow, threaten to eat them alive in their self imposed torment.

The coat undone, the ball of pace was tossed from Brian's hand to Curts, awaiting his readyness to shed the garment and continue onwards. For now there was more, more touch and exploration, relearning that which was kept apart and worshipping that which could never be forgotten

[wildcurt]

"I have never forgotten this." Try as though he might have, Curt had not been able to forget this, not one iota of it. Only someone inhumane and unfortunate would have been able to dismiss the touch, the smell, the sound, the taste of him, of this. Though these memories had often pained him, Curt had grown stronger for it, and he was most appreciative of it all today. Now.

Fingers curled beneath the hem of Brian's shirt, lifting it higher and higher until Brian had no choice but to move. Soon the shirt became nothing but a pool of fabric at their feet. After glancing down at it, Curt met Brian's eyes with a smile, and then took a step back, arms held out at his sides. An invitation.

[demon_slade]

With the shirt shed, open air lavished its way across Brian's skin in the most delicious of ways. A shiver coursed it's way visibly through him, a tremor wracked from head to toe before eyes lifted. Dark and lusty he gazed into those of his lover. No matter what came between them, how he was denied or how they battled, this man would forever be his lover. In Brian's heart, he knew that to be true

[wildcurt]

Chin fell forward to meet chest, and Curt watched with baited breath as fabric rose and breath rolled across the expanse of his abdomen. The feel was light, warm but yet not, and it felt more and more the higher arms raised above his head. Body a long and lean line, Brian's mouth mimicked this as it moved up, up, up.

Just below the surface was a crackling, roaring fire, flames roiling over one another, spreading to every last vestige like wildfire and frenetic disaster. Now was no time for peace.

Head fell back, mouth gaping open soundlessly in exaltation of the attentions spent upon a nipple. It hadn't ever taken long for his body to respond to Brian in this manner, and it did not take long now. Always receptive, always for him in ways that Curt would be for no one else, not even Jaime.

"No, though you mangle my mind."