Insult or not, Pierce glared lightly at him, not as perturbed at being called pale as he was being called cute, or other such 'compliments'. Which... were a bit more effective when not paired with the offensive words. He kept himself from flushing too much at being told his looks were someone's favorite. He huffed, if only to cover the smile that threatened to betray him, "Well... whatever I guess. Just don't be so obvious about it." Despite his words it was starting to feel a bit nice... especially since he wasn't being so blatant for the moment, which he didn't expect to last long.
He blamed the conflicting opinion on the fact that he was still getting over Nathan, the ex, who had essentially reinforced every trust issue he had ever had. Okay and maybe it had been a month already, but they'd dated two years and Pierce was convinced it would take at least half that to get him to stop being so damn bitter.
"Probably," he snorted at the pout, so out of place on Roman's scarred face. Well at least Pierce had been right to expect very little from him, as he obviously referred to what Pierce could only assume to grabbing his backside. "Keep your hands to yourself or you will lose them."
Pierce smiled at the plea, unaware of the regret he would feel later at giving this man even the idea that he might be sexually interested in him. But he obliged, arching a brow at him as he filled his mouth with smoke again and repeated the action. This time rolling onto his back, and pulling Roman along with him so they had a better angle to kiss at.
Roman blinked at Pierce’s glare. “You know, your face is gonna get stuck like that if you do it all the time,” he warned, sounding serious, but giggled a few moments later. He did notice, however, that the boy’s expression seemed to lighten against his will soon after that, and the older man grinned, pleased with himself. “Okay, I’ll try~” he replied, although it was really unlikely that he would actually stop hitting on the boy anytime soon. He was just too pretty. Roman had been with many boys in his short life, and only one or two of them fit his preferences as well as Pierce.
Which was why he definitely wanted to grab the boy’s rump, and it was incredibly hard to resist that urge, but somehow he was managing it… So far. “I willlll,” he whined, which, like the pout, was strange with his low, gravelly voice. “I can fantasize.”
Part of that fantasy seemed to be coming true, however, as Pierce kissed him without warning, and immediately Roman’s mind leaped to where this could lead. He would just stick to kissing for now, though, because it felt really nice, and he didn’t want to stop anytime soon. “Mmmm…” Roman inhaled the smoke again, absent-mindedly shrugging off his jacket now that he was feeling incredibly warm in Pierce’s room. He let out a sound of surprise as the boy pulled him on top of him, but gladly took advantage of the situation and molded their lips together again, longer this time and with more tongue involved. His hands smoothed up and down Pierce’s sides, gradually resting on his hips as their high, pleasant session continued. “I feel like I’m floating on clouds,” Roman giggled during a pause. “Damn, you’re so hot…” He stared down at the boy’s face for a few moments before taking him in once more.
Post by Pierce Day on Mar 27, 2016 17:49:30 GMT -6
"My face is pretty much already a permanent glare," he said truthfully, "And your face is already permanently ugly. So I can't give you much of a warning since you're already screwed." He couldn't help but chuckle along with the uncharacteristic giggle.
"I'm not sure how I feel about you fantasizing about me," he said though he seemed to contradict the statement rather soon when he was pulling Roman over the top of him. Pierce didn't plan or want it to lead to anything further than kissing, which was something he missed about being in a relationship other than actually being in a relationship. He'd always really enjoyed laying in bed and kissing his ex lazily...
As Roman shrugged his jacket off, Pierce pushed at it, hands running down his arms appreciatively as he did. He glided his tongue against Roman's as the kiss was intensified, hands pushing up his arms and gripping at the thick muscle along his shoulders. He giggled along with him, feeling the same floaty feeling. A smirk pulled at his lips when he was complimented, tilting his head to expose more of his neck in response, moaning as he was pulled into another kiss.
Pierce dragged his fingers up and through Roman's hair, though the fact that it was indeed Roman he was kissing was a little lost on him at the moment as he was distracted and way too into it.
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“I believe it,” Roman replied with a chuckle, thinking in his high state that it was a good idea to poke Pierce’s cheek. “You’re still cute though. You got those pretty freckles all over?” If the boy had them on his butt, the older man would be sold – nothing was cuter than a little white, freckled butt. “Heyyy,” he whined. “Rude. It’s not like I had control over it, we’re not all born gorgeous like some people.” Roman was just glad lots of pretty gay boys seemed to think his masculinity was attractive.
“Well, too bad, because I do and you can’t stop me,” the older man replied with another stupid giggle. “I’ll save you from the details.” They were awfully raunchy. Raunchier by far than what they were doing now, but Roman would take this gladly, because their first meeting had left him thinking the younger boy would be too stubborn to even let himself be touched at all. Heh, apparently the kid just needed a little… “motivation”. It wasn’t like Roman had gone a long time without kissing, or even sex – he had his neighbor Hoon, after all, and random encounters every once in a while – but he hadn’t been with anyone this attractive in quite some time and he was enjoying himself immensely.
He grunted approvingly as he felt the boy’s small, dainty hands on his arms, biting gently on Pierce’s lip and fiddling with his piercing with his tongue as his jacket came off and was discarded somewhere beside them. “You like touching me?” he whispered in a raspy voice, speaking between slow, lazy kisses. Roman was smiling the whole time, unable to keep the giggles from spilling out. When Pierce offered his neck, the older man gladly took the invitation and began mouthing on the smooth, thin skin, making a slight hum of interest as he noticed the boy’s birthmark. “Might be harder to leave a hickey on that…” he mused to himself, but started to attempt it anyway with long, wet sucks on the side of his neck.
“Mmm!” he moaned quietly, feeling Pierce’s fingers in his hair. Instinctively, Roman reached down to the hem of his own shirt and began peeling it off, pulling away long enough to tug it up and over his head before latching himself onto the boy’s lips again.
Post by Pierce Day on Mar 28, 2016 23:22:03 GMT -6
Pierce snapped at his finger, missing though that was more to blame on his inebriated state rather than anything intentional. "Stop calling me cute," came his frustrated whine, exhausted of the same complaint. When would he get it? He didn't like it, and Roman wasn't winning any points with him by saying it over and over. "And yes, unfortunately, I do." He wasn't very fond of his freckles, but he'd given up trying to hide them, it was a fruitless endeavor.
"Please do, I don't wanna hear anything about it," and that was the honest truth, he was pretty sure it would never be something he would want to know anything about. Ever. Even if he had initiated a make out session between them... he still wanted nothing to do with whatever his pig-headed mind came up with. His eyes had long since fluttered shut, and in his mind it could have been just as much fantasy as it was a real person.
He gasped lightly, more a slight exhale of air couple with a small moan, when his teeth scraped along his lip. Pierce chuckled lightly, barely registering his words, but nodding anyway. "Yeah~" was his blissful response, and he scratched lightly down his biceps. More small intakes of air came as he sucked at the mark on his neck, unused to it being the target for kisses and reacting a bit sensitively. He almost lost himself in the kiss, mind foggy and senses hindered, but was shocked back into awareness at the sudden loss of Roman's shirt.
Pierce dragged his fingers down his bare chest, curiously at first, but then eyes opened in alarm and pushed at him. He broke away from the kiss, bewilderment turning to anger, "What the hell are you doing? Why are you taking your clothes off?"
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Post by Roman Park on Mar 30, 2016 17:01:48 GMT -6
Roman snickered at Pierce’s snap at his finger, clucking his tongue and shaking his head. “Feisty,” he commented. “I don’t want to,” he whined back, although his whine was noticeably lower than Pierce’s. “What would you rather I called you? Sexy? That’s true too.” But he doubted the boy would like that one either. Roman’s eyes lit up as Pierce confirmed he had other freckles, however, and he eagerly tried to peek under the hem of the boy’s shirt to catch a glimpse. “Nothing unfortunate about that, freckles are great,” he grunted.
And that just gave him even more to fantasize about… Mmm… Pierce should really take off his shirt too…
Some things wouldn’t just remain a fantasy, though. Like the soft sounds, the sighs and moans, that Pierce was releasing, sending pleasant shivers down Roman’s spine. “You sound so hot,” he groaned against the boy’s neck. “Do you like it that much?” Roman grinned and dug his teeth into the spot on his neck that he’d been sucking, dragging his fingers down the boy’s front. He giggled again. “I feel like this is a dream,” he admitted in his high, hazy state. Which was why he just assumed it would go where his dreams always did…
He pressed himself down more firmly against Pierce’s chest once his shirt came off, expecting the boy to respond with admiration and arousal upon seeing and feeling Roman’s muscles. So he grunted in surprise and alarm when he felt himself being pushed back, and gazed open-mouthed down at the freckled kid. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied, mostly confused. “Isn’t that what we’re doing?” If he’d been sober, he might have been frustrated at the boy, but at the moment he was just too fuzzy to comprehend that they were stopping. Roman tried to lean down and kiss Pierce again, sliding his own fingers up and under the hem of the boy’s shirt.
"I personally don't care what you want to do, I'm telling you what you have to do," though his expression was amused, his word were very serious. He considered the other option, "Actually, that one is a bit better," it wasn't quite so girly or emasculation as 'cute'. "If you have to call me anything at all other than my name, I prefer that over cute." Pierce rolled his eyes, pressing down on the hem of his shirt when he noticed Roman trying to peek up it. "Well, you're not the one who has to deal with them." Or the necessity of avoiding sun exposure, or people calling him cute, and girly, or whatever the fuck else they could come up with.
His unwillingness to bed to Roman faded slightly as the high hit him, and he giggled at his words, flaunting what he knew Roman wanted just to see his expression. Perhaps it was wrong of him, especially since he didn't intend to and never intended to, go further than this, kissing, with him. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of someone else the whole time. "I might," he giggled, and what he was sure he was supposed to find sexy. A breath caught in his throat, and left as higher pitched exhale as Roman bit down rougher, something he would not be admitting he liked very much.
But when Pierce snapped out of it, he snapped hard, fixing the older man with a disgusted look. "Why? Because I never said I was gonna let you get me naked." He pushed away from him with a scoff when Roman attempted to kiss him again, tossing his shirt and jacket toward him. "No, we /were/ kissing, but now you're leaving. Bye." He flicked his fingers at him, waving him away.