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Oct 29, 2011 08:10

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 ( Read more... )

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metody_green October 29 2011, 15:45:21 UTC
Metody was only a short distance away, dreamily watching a tank of bright, flashy tropical fish. It looked like he'd dressed to compete with them in a yellow button down shirt, green and orange argyle sweater-vest and what had to be the world's only traffic cone orange pea-coat. At least all of it was well-fitting and beautifully tailored, showing off his slim figure to best advantage. He turned away from the fish to glance over the crowd, then smiled and headed over towards Mikey.

"Hey! How was class?"

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hardhitter_nj October 29 2011, 18:53:53 UTC
Michael's eyes widen. Not in disgust but amazement. The colors were quite mesmerizing and he was fairly certain that he did not blink for an entire minute.

Finally, he did. "Oh, hey Met, yeah, it was all right. It was Basic Anatomy and Advanced American Lit. You weren't waiting long were you?"

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metody_green October 29 2011, 20:08:24 UTC
He laughs at his expression, tugging his coat around himself to...uh. Cover the garish with more garish. "Oh, come on, it's not even that bad! I got this outfit approved and everything!"

"Nope, just a few minutes! Just long enough to decide I really want to get a fish. Do you want to go on in, or we could go find you something to eat..?"

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hardhitter_nj October 29 2011, 22:29:42 UTC
"Oh no no no, it's quite ...colorful. You would definitely get the Maggie seal of approval for fashion sense alone. And let me see. Nah, I can wait for food. Seeing as we're here now. I don't think they actually sell the fish here though," Michael replied as they got close enough to hug.

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hardhitter_nj December 7 2011, 23:51:56 UTC
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.

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metody_green December 8 2011, 03:41:02 UTC
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.

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hardhitter_nj December 10 2011, 01:28:51 UTC
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.

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metody_green December 10 2011, 03:05:53 UTC
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.

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hardhitter_nj December 27 2011, 01:29:22 UTC
Michael worried for a moment that he had gone overboard. But when Metody had made it perfectly clear that it was more than ok, he let go of the quick tension in his shoulders.

"You look good blushing." He chuckled and slowly moved his hand up and down over the material and length several times. His own arousal was fine for the moment and he took that time to enjoy the fact that he felt right at home doing ...this.

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metody_green December 27 2011, 01:44:21 UTC
Metody's erection was pressed firmly against the rough fabric of his jeans. There was some kind of bumpy line running down either side, so he either had a medical problem or -

"I have a lot of piercings." He sounded more apologetic than anything else. He took a deep breath, cheeks reddening more, and leans forward to gently nip at Michael's ear lobe. " - pointing it out only makes it worse, you know.*

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hardhitter_nj December 27 2011, 02:18:08 UTC
"Well, I'm usually not the one to make others blush, but I'll try." He teases and rolls his hips a little, ready again.

"I ...can I see?" he asked while thumbing over some of the metal he was referring to - it was an absolute look of curiosity and lust that he gives, hoping for a yes.

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metody_green December 27 2011, 02:28:39 UTC
Fingering at his piercings, even through the fabric of his jeans, made him groan. He blushed at his expression, ducking his head and smiling, then slid his jeans off his slender hips. His underwear was Hawaiian print, and in a second, they were off as well, leaving him nude and climbing onto Michael's lap.

He had not been kidding about the piercings. There was a crown of five rings at the head of his cock, and then a line of barbells that marched down, down, down the front of it, over his balls and back. Because it was Metody, the balls of the barbells were bright colors, arranged in chromatic order from brilliant red down to a deep and brooding indigo. The tattooed leaves whirled everywhere, thickest at his hips, and done smaller and more delicately on his cock and balls.

"Ah - " His hands hovered up and down as he warred with his normal impulse to cover himself. "Um. Lots of them. That doesn't bother you, does it...?"

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