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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2010 21:07:33 GMT -5
A frown touched Kristopher's lips, it wasn't an upset frown or a sad one. No, it was one that screamed embarrassment, for the more he looked at the outfit Naelona had given him for the up coming ball, the more Kristopher started to fret. He just couldn't get over what his outfit reminded him off.
Reaching down, he picked up the pants and turned them about as if he was uncertain of them. There were so many...so many belts that hung about of the legs and off them. He had to wonder what silly person had designed these! Maybe, just maybe they wouldn't be so bad. The white shirt went alright---it looked normal and the vest was...better but it had a chain or two hanging from it. The jacket, well, it was much like the pair of pants he held in his hands...the boots were no better.
Well, it seemed like Augusta wasn't back yet from his shower and he needed to try on the clothing to make sure it fit, so Naelona would stop asking about it. Stripping down to just his lovely boxers, he slid on the pants and buckled the belts about his waist. He instantly wished he hadn't. He had turned his gaze to the full body mirror that was in his room and he saw that these pants where practically a second skin! They where tight fitting jeans and the buckles that hung from him---oh god.
He put a hand to his face as he looked at himself, tattoos and all. He looked like---like a bondage freak of nature. "She can't be serious." He said with a weak voice as he turned his head slightly, catching sight of the mask that even held a bondage look. So many belts, hooks, buckles, and rings.
"There is no way I can wear this in public..." Even though he would have too. He turned a bit then to look at his ass, oh yeah, total bondage bad boy look and with Kristopher's curly hair, it just made it look even worse. He didn't even want to put on the rest of that outfit now that he had the pants on. Who knew what he would look like then.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 22, 2010 21:24:53 GMT -5
Augusta normally took long showers, often taking his time, mostly because the water often healed his sore muscles. But also because he had quite the amount of blood (both others and his own) to wash off. That was the problem with getting into fights nowadays, at least concern Augy, because he had such a high tolerance for pain, he often forgot how much damage he could do to himself and others. So he often punched a few times too hard and often hurt himself without knowing it. But it made him into one hell of a fighter. Augusta stood in the shower for awhile this time, considerably longer then normally because he got a little worked up over his still lingering hickey marks and bruises plus the whole Kris/Corvus thing. But the shower washed it all away and he came out a little less psychotic.
Augusta had never been one to be shy, not since he had met Kristopher. So he walked down the hall in just his jeans, his shirt not present and his towel wrapped around his neck like a WWF Pro would have their towel. Augy lacked shoes either, first thing was that Augy preferred not to wear shoes, but he also forgot to wear any so he didn't care that much. As he walked down the hall he thought about the stupid ball. Well it wasn't stupid it was something that he was going to have to be ready for. He had plans, plans that would really push the message of the rebellion across. But the cost of lives (including his own) might be the price for it. If kris was a snoopy little blond he might have found the Katana and black getup that Augusta had stashed under his bed, the black mask with a slash of red pain down the middle was going to be very famous soon.
Augusta walked into the door, he didn't announce he was there, and didn't slam the door like he usually did, so it was like he hadn't even showed up. Augy stretched in the make-shift living room and popped his neck and back with a small yawn. He then walked into Kris's room, which was really Augy and Kris's room, but before there was an 'Augy,' it had been Kristopher's. Augy's room was generally unused unless the two got into a fight, even when Kris wasn't home, the Rebel Leader often chose to sleep in his beloved's bed, probably just for comfort.
Augusta got to the room and stopped at the doorway, first with a surprised look, and then with a look that seemed more amused. He leaned against the door-frame with his hands shoved lazily into his pockets. He raised and eyebrow and got a very 'Seme' look and coughed to get the blonds attention.
"If you wanted to experiment love, you could have just asked..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 22, 2010 21:37:09 GMT -5
The blond never heard Augusta enter the apartment for a number of reasons, one being that his mind was wondering how the hell he could get out of going. Then, if that failed, how the heck he could maybe convince Naelona to give him a different outfit. He doubted either would work and so when he heard Augusta cough, the blond was totally taken by surprise.
"If you wanted to experiment love, you could have just asked..."
Oh god...
Kristopher's face lit up like a Christmas tree as he turned around, facing his lover with a look of utter embarrassment and surprise. He had half a mind to reach out, grab a shirt and try to cover himself, but there would be no point in that. Augusta seen the pants already and so much more of Kristopher then anyone else. But still, being seen in these kind of pants and outfit was not something he ever wanted Augusta to see! EVER!
"N--No." He stuttered, his face glowing brighter as his hand went into his hair almost instantly, seeing as he had no sleeves to pull on, so his hair was the second best thing. His fingers wrapped around the shoulder length hair and tugged lightly. "I--it's not like that, you pervert!" Mismatched eyes averted to the side. "I--I--I was just trying on my--my outfit for the B--ball. Naelona dropped it off...and said for me to tr-try and on and you where gone so I---"
He looked at Augusta then and seemed to turn more and more uke by the moment. "Don't give that kind of look!" He declared much like a woman wood. "And--and don't get any ideas from this cause I don't plan to keep these pants or that!" He pointed to the rest of the outfit that really screamed bondage so freaking loud that it was hard to miss!
God, he felt like he belonged to a strip club right now, especially with no shirt on and just these----these pants that had so many uses!
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Sept 27, 2010 21:32:41 GMT -5
"N--No. I--it's not like that, you pervert!"
Augusta felt his smirk grow wider and wider by the second. Augusta saw Kris's hands go to his hair and he smiled, oh his little Uke was so very flustered. But the Frenchman had to admit, the blond look amazingly hilarious in those pants. It seemed as if the pants were taunting Augusta to come over and peel them off. He figured it was because of the sexual connotation and hints of bondage the pants brought on. But he had to remember that Krissy was embarrassed by them, so he had to be nice. Yeah well, so much for that!
"I--I--I was just trying on my--my outfit for the B--ball. Naelona dropped it off...and said for me to tr-try and on and you where gone so I--- Don't give that kind of look! And--and don't get any ideas from this cause I don't plan to keep these pants or that!"
Augy slinked over to Kristopher, giving Kris a look that screamed Seme and dripped with his ego. He had to think this over a few times and how he really wouldn't mind the pants if they were on or off of the blond. But at the moment he would have rather have them off. He crept up and grabbed two of the long straps on the pants, one on each side and pulled the blond closer. He let his hands wander, fiddling with the chains and rings on the attire and he grinned like a toddler in a candy store. He leaned down and whispered into Kris's ear, " But the night have been so long and boring Kristopher..." and just to fuck with the blonds head he let a bit of his accent show as he muttered into the boys ear. " I'm the kind of guy who wants a little excitement every now and then..." Augusta finished and nipped at the blonds ear before chuckling lightly and letting his hands rest of the blonds rear.
" I mean.... It's been sooo long since we've done anything fun..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Sept 27, 2010 21:48:48 GMT -5
The blond fidgeted with his hair as he watched Augusta with a careful eye. The Frenchman seemed to find this all so very amusing while Kristopher didn't. He was certain that his lover was loving the tight hip hugging bondage pants far too much then he really should!
Once Augusta moved towards him, the blond took a step back. Not out of fear or discomfort, but out of complete embarrassment. With his hand laced in his hair still, he dropped his gaze for only a brief moment. Why did it feel like Augusta was seriously trying to undress him with his eyes? It made the blond feel like he was about to pass out from so much blood flowing to his head.
Kristophter let out a startled cry as he was pulled forward and out of habit, he placed his bare hands upon Augusta's chest to stabilize himself. His mismatched colored eyes grew wide and jaw hung open. He was feeling hands moving down his lower body, pulling back slightly, he looked up at his lover. "D-Don't do that!" He declared with a slight jump as a hand brushed across a chain that lead around his ass. "A-Augusta!" He called out in surprise.
Who knew what power these damn pants had!
"But the night have been so long and boring Kristopher...I'm the kind of guy who wants a little excitement every now and then..."
Oh fuck, the images that came to mind!
More blood rushed to his youth face as he looked at Augusta as if he was about to freak out. Oh god, oh god, oh god! He was startling to feel like he used too when he and Augusta frist became a couple, a flustered little innocent girl. A strange sound came from the boys throat, it was more then likely a mix of protest and glee.
" I mean.... It's been sooo long since we've done anything fun..."
His lover seemed to have a case of serious wondering hands. Kris ducked his head down into his partners neck, listening to the seme like chuckles that came out of the older man. He was really getting----getting---something! The blond choked on his words for a moment as he took in the meaning.
"A-AUGUSTA!" He declared, his voice a bit too high. "We---we--we've done plenty of f--fun things---but we ahh ---ahh ---can't be doing---um---th--that I mean---I----I'm supposed to try these on and--and---and--" He looked back up at Augusta, losing his train of thought and his experess train of excuses leaving him. That look...
Was Augusta----screwing with him?!
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