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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 3:24 pm
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Dancer couldn't help but smile as he shook his head and dried Michael off, "I don't mind. I want to get ready for Rebecca. I'll be alright, Michael. Yes, there's still a bit of that blasted fear lurking around in me but I won't let it win. Getting out for a bit will help, as will spending time with the rest of our family," he assured him as he finished and tossed the towel to land with the other one then took his hand to lead him into the closet with him.
What followed was a scene of absolute hilarity as they helped each other get dressed while still maintaining some form of physical contact. Once dressed, though, Desha simply collected a simple wooden flute then let Michael lead him into the main room where a simple meal of fresh fruits and warm coffee waited for him.
He ate sitting in Michael's lap again but had no problem with that. When he finished, he just turned to Michael, "Alright now, where are we meeting Desha and Andy for this?" he asked, knowing he'd be able to find out alot easier.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 12:57 am
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Dancer nuzzled at Michael's neck a bit and even nipped at him once or twice, "I'm feeling like a bad kitty right now," he whispered to him softly and nipped at his shoulder, "Why don't you take me to the play room and punish me for it?" he asked, though the tone of his voice was begging for it.
He knew there would be moments in there when Michael wouldn't be physically touching him, but he knew he could handle it in there. There was something about the playroom that just made things so much better for him. Besides, he'd have Michael's mind touching his and knew they'd get to the physical contact eventually. So it was all good as far as he was concerned.
And his body was certainly showing his excitement over the thought of it. Just being at Michael's mercy, never knowing what he was going to do to him, knowing he'd be wearing the marks from it all for the next few days at least... Oh yeah, it was pushing all the right buttons for him right now...
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 1:06 am
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Michael grinned, "Alright my little leopard, lets play" He said with a playful growl and carried Dancer into the play room stripping the blanket off of him before they entered the room and shut it behind him.
Michael spent a good few hours "Punishing" his love, making him scream, beg, plead, groan, and moan nonstop for him making sure to give him enough physical contact as well as keeping his mind connected with him the whole time, not giving him a second to even think of that little fear he still had, as he replaced it with many different pleasures, till the point he knew he had to stop before he made his lover pass out from going over the edge so many times.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2014 1:38 am
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Dancer laid on the bed shivering as Michael held him, one hand still chained to the bedpost. His body was covered in pink lash marks as well as a few tiny cuts that Dancer had actually begged for, loving the fact that the silver dagger meant they'd stay for several weeks. The fact that they were such small cuts meant that they wouldn't scar. But Michael feeding a little bit from each one had lead to him making alot of sounds for him.
Michael knew exactly how far to take the pain with him and he loved every bit of it. Even now, he was still shivering in pleasure and his mind was filled with a haze of it. He couldn't quite focus his eyes just yet but had to grin, "Thank you..." he said in a breathy whisper.
He hadn't realized just how much he'd needed this kind of play until now. It had helped him finally banish that hint of fear remaining inside of himself, leaving him filled with nothing but Michael's touch and love for him.
He knew they would both need a bath now, but he didn't have the strength to move just yet. He felt as if he were completely boneless right now as he struggled to focus his eyes on Michael's face and finally managed it, "I love you so much Michael..." he had to say it out loud even though Michael already knew he'd never loved anyone as much as he did the vampire holding him right now.
Sometimes, when he'd had enough pain, enough pleasure, he kind of acted a bit drunk. Well, maybe more high on the endorphins. Either way, he was a happy drunk right now.
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