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Post by hayaki on Jul 20, 2008 10:22:40 GMT -5
"I've never wanted anything more."
His gaze was steady, his voice was firm...Hayaki smiled, feeling tenderness swamp him. Leaning forward, he pressed a sweet, brief kiss on those perfect lips, then sat back. "Do you live here at the shop?" He asked breathlessly. He wasn't going to let Oliver's...their first time be in a shop on the floor. He wanted it to be special and he wanted to be able to enjoy it fully without worrying about people peering through the windows.
Reluctantly, he slid from Oliver's lap, missing the contact almost immediately. Oliver's cool skin against his flushed, heated body...the thought made him gasp, his lips parting slightly at the rush of feelings. God, he needed to calm down a bit.
He hoped that Oliver really did live here. He didn't know if he could wait much longer to kiss him again, and if he kissed him, it was a sure bet that he wouldn't stop there. He did allow himself one gentle caress of Oliver' hair, his fingers lingering in his soft locks, while he waited for Oliver's response.
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Post by oliver on Jul 20, 2008 12:16:45 GMT -5
Had he said too much?
Had he said too little?
But just before his mind could go into overdrive, that face swooped down to bestow upon him a kiss to end the rest of the worries that plagued his mind, making his decision even more clear than before.
Oliver wanted this.
Hayaki was offering, and he will have it.
"Do you live here at the shop?"
He nodded wordlessly, his mouth suddenly unable to form words at the moment, his mind focused on a singular thing with the same amount of focus that he'd usually only had for his work. Hayaki's gasp was met with his own when the sudden loss of his heat brought a full bodied shiver to Oliver's frame, rocking him where he still sat. Disheveled hair, slightly rumpled clothes and the tailor was already one step heading towards the main event...
At least he sort of looked the part.
Looking back up at Hayaki, he smiled shyly and got to his feet, taking the mortal's hand in his and offering it a reverent kiss, and even when he lowered them he didn't let go. Still needing that contact.
This was it.
As many have called it, cliche as it sounded, 'The point of No return'.
Oliver was scared, nervous and yet, he suddenly understood the meaning of the thrill of anticipation.
"I-I stay in a room just at the back."
Oliver was showing him his inner sanctum...
And somehow he knew that this was right.
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Post by hayaki on Jul 20, 2008 23:35:38 GMT -5
Hayaki smiled at the kiss, squeezing Oliver's hand gently in his own. Somehow, during the course of their short moment, he'd gone from the nervous, unsure one to the leader, the teacher. The calmer. He gently touched Oliver's shoulder with his free hand, his fingers lingering. "You should lock the front door, Oliver. "He said quietly, smiling. "We don't really want unexpected guests..."
He was nervous. It had been a long time. Was he ready for this? But the shy smile on Oliver's face told him what he wanted to know. He was ready. More than ready.
This wasn't going to be something he'd regret. This was something he'd cherish for the rest of his life. And hopefully...
Hopefully, Oliver would be there with him...
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Post by oliver on Jul 21, 2008 6:29:19 GMT -5
"You should lock the front door, Oliver. We don't really want unexpected guests..."
"D-door?"
Blinking out of the momentary haze of pheromones and whispered words, he shook his head, smiled sheepishly and quickly made his way back towards the front door.
"Right, right... Door. But of course, sensible course of action..."
Randomly murmured words as he flipped the front sign to 'CLOSED' and began the process of locking up, checking that the chains were not going to break anytime soon and the latches were good and steady. Despite being a vampire, Oliver was still very paranoid about these things.
The only door left unlocked was the well concealed pet flap for Pyewacket to sneak in later.
Deep breath and he turns to see Hayaki, his eyes glimmering, apprehension gone. As he slowly walked back towards the man, turning off the lamps one by one on the way, he couldn't help but feel as if he were heading towards some untold destiny. Everything, at that moment, was centering around this one human being.
And Oliver was just powerless to stop himself, even if he wanted to.
"S-shall we?"
He breathed out, gesturing towards the back door.
Definitely unsure as to how this whole courtship process was supposed to go, but he had a feeling Hayaki knew what to do.
And he trusted him.
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Post by hayaki on Jul 21, 2008 16:17:17 GMT -5
Hayaki watched Oliver, smiling. So sweet...and so very, very attractive. When Oliver returned, he reached out, twining his fingers with Oliver's.
"Let's." He said softly. Then he pulled Oliver into another kiss, a slow, sweet, almost lazy kiss. He was trembling with excitement, but at the same time, he was utterly relaxed. He was ready for this, and so was Oliver, and it was time to stop wasting time...
He gently kissed Oliver's nose and smiled into his eyes. "Lead the way, Oliver." he said softly, then stepped back a little, still holding his hand. He wasn't going to let go of him for anything. Not now.
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Post by oliver on Jul 22, 2008 0:15:56 GMT -5
Kisses, more kisses.
Just more.
He'd do anything, if only he'd get more of those kisses.
"Lead the way, Oliver."
"O-of course," he had to clear his throat twice before he could get any proper speech out from his throat which seemed to be filled with bubbling, happy noises just aching to emerge. As it was, he was rather embarrassed of the minute squeak he'd accidentally let slip during the previous kiss.
He had to keep it together.
"Of course."
His smile was warm, his footsteps surprisingly steady and sure even as his whole frame trembled. The distance from the store to his room had never been so long before; Past the heavily draping burgundy curtain, through a heavy wooden door (also locked up tight) and down a small flight of stairs to the entrance of his sleeping chambers.
The vampire took a deep breath, and looked back to the generous, gorgeous creature who hadn't let go of him once and took out the ring of keys from his pocket.
"Well, here we..."
He let out a soft grunt when the key refused to slide into place, and that soon led to a battle of the tailor finding the right key... Not the most impressive show, but after a few more tries, he finally slid a key in with a soft triumphant cry.
"I-I mean, here we are."
It was plain and simple.
A plain room with hardly any furnishing save for a desk, chair and a coat stand. The main masterpiece however ,was the bed. Made of the same material as his work table outside, with four intricately carved posts rising up from the four sides. Soft down filled quilts and pillows arranged neatly at the headboard and these were perhaps the only luxuries Oliver allowed himself to have.
He hoped Hayaki wouldn't find it lacking somehow.
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Post by hayaki on Jul 22, 2008 0:22:16 GMT -5
Hayaki smiled, watching Oliver. His nervousness was cute; it told Hayaki he was really serious about his lack of knowledge. He waited patiently, his finger gently rubbing Oliver's palm, for Oliver to find the right key. He laughed, softly, but it was happy laughter, not mocking.
When they entered the room, he glanced around, then gasped as his eyes fell on the bed. It was so beautiful...like something straight out of an old movie. An anachronism...
Just like Oliver.
He silently released Oliver. Walking over to the bed, he gently ran his hand across the surface, then turned and smiled at Oliver. Wordlessly, because words were useless here, he returned to Oliver's side and gently kissed him, his hand slipping back into his.
He pulled Oliver to the bed, then gently pushed him down. Lowering himself over Oliver, he smiled one more time into those beautiful eyes, then lowered himself into another slow, lingering kiss....
(Fading to black. Beautiful scene of love and passion, two hearts twinging together as one, two bodies meeting, two souls finding each other for the first time. Worthy of an oscar, really. You'll just have to imagine it. Believe me...I am. XD)
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Post by oliver on Jul 22, 2008 7:24:09 GMT -5
(Sometime later... *coughs* ^////^)
For as long as he could remember, Oliver had always been a light sleeper. And when he became a night-walker, it was even harder to find any real rest. Sounds from the world above became a cacophony of din and nightmares dripping in blood plagued him the moment his eyes closed. And when he woke up, it was always with a start; quick and sharp.
But now...
The slow ascension to awareness, the careful climb to consciousness and the first deep breath that led to dark, lazy eyes prying open... Was the second sweetest sensation to what he'd just experienced a while back. Lashes fluttered as the vampire discovered what it was like to wake up without having to deal with his traumatic insanity, without a rude awakening. He had never felt so rested, so at peace and yet... So young and full of life. Despite the fact that it was probably in the middle of his 'night'.
Steady heart beats and the sound of slumberous breathing, comforted like no other. Warmth that surrounded him with a firm arm wrapped over his torso, still holding on even in sleep. The vampire felt the sudden urge to look, and so he did, lifting the edge of the coverlet to peek at the limb around his body and he had to suppress the strange need to make a happy noise. Instead he pulled the blanket over his mouth to muffle it and hide the grin which was sure to bare more than just fangs.
Happiness.
That's what this strange feeling was, bubbles in his chest that filled the hollow where his heart should have been and a deep sense of contentment that was completely foreign to the tailor. Oliver decided that now was a good time to take a look at his partner while he still slept, then he wouldn't have to explain the staring.
He was so beautiful.
Under the single light from the bedside, it painted olive cream skin in a shade of gold and his soft hair fanned out on a pillow that had never held the head of another. Hayaki's lashes looked longer when his eyes were closed, plump lips which had tended to him so lovingly before, parted slightly as he breathed and Oliver could watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
To think in all his three to four hundred odd years of roaming the Earth, he had never expected to find himself where he was now; in the arms of another. A human as well. A mortal man who had managed to make him feel so vulnerable and yet so cherished, shattered him and put him back together like a brand new suit. Made Oliver feel, loved.
No wonder mankind does this so often...
He thought to himself as he curled further into the loose embrace.
D-dear lord, I think I have committed pedophilia!
A mental squeak and he buried his head under the covers. Embarrassed beyond belief but still utterly happy, almost to the point of bursting. Nonsensical and random thoughts sparking through his mind in this euphoric glee, ranging from staying in this room forever, to wondering if Master Hayaki realised he himself had just committed some form of necrophilia.
Don't really care though.
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Post by hayaki on Jul 22, 2008 11:10:14 GMT -5
Hayaki woke very slowly, his mind slowly untangling from dreams that would be, at best, only half-remembered when he was fully awake. He snuggled deeper into the sensation of being held; another dream, he knew, but one he wanted to keep. Don't want to wake up, then it's gone...
But he eventually couldn't fight it anymore. SIghing regretfully, he opened his eyes, prepared to see his crappy apartment walls and an empty, cool bed.
Instead, he saw pale cream flesh. Hardly believing it (Not a dream, it wasn't a dream...), he wiggled a little closer, nuzzling the cool flesh, breathing in the scents.
Not a dream.
Opening his eyes at last, he saw Oliver's face peeking at him from the covers, awake, and smiled brilliantly. Not a dream; this was reality, and he was suddenly utterly, blissfully happy.
Leaning up, he pressed his lips gently to Oliver's, relishing the sensation, the knowledge that he was here and Oliver was here and they were together. "Good morning." He said softly, his eyes shining. He wanted to laugh; the barely-supressed urge to dance gleefully showed in the happy curve of his lips and the tenderness in his eyes.
Unable to keep himself from doing something, Hayaki opted to kiss Oliver again, a long, lingering, sweet kiss, his body pressing against Oliver's, seeking nothing more than contact and acknowledgement.
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Post by oliver on Jul 22, 2008 12:39:17 GMT -5
From his semi hiding spot, Oliver slowly emerged like a tortoise from its shell, eager fro what he knew would be bestowed from those lips. The gentle greeting was met with just as much enthusiasm, but at a slower pace. Unhurried, unrushed in the leisurely way they came together.
"Good morning."
A soft chuckle and he nods shyly.
"I-Indeed it is," he replied flicking dark eyes back up into a face he was rapidly learning to adore.
"Very much so."
A man (or vampire), could definitely get used to this.
Warm body, a sense of belonging and of course the morning kisses didn't hurt either. This novelty which Oliver doubted would ever wear away, made him crave for more touch, more of what Hayaki had been the first to introduce him to.
F-first?
The vampire paused to look into the man's eyes, as if slowly registering something he hadn't really noticed before. Or maybe he had, and just forgot to acknowledge it.
Well I was pretty distracted...
The mental huff did nothing to ruin his mood, or remove the smile from his face as he thought a few things over in his mind.
Yes, Hayaki was his first.
And Oliver couldn't have asked for a more patient , loving partner.
"Master Hayaki," he whispered, reaching out to brush his fingers across a bright smile, "I.... Thank you, for everything."
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Post by hayaki on Jul 22, 2008 13:05:42 GMT -5
Hayaki chuckled softly, kissing the fingers that ghosted over his lips. "Don't thank me." he said softly. Then, shifting, he laid his head on Oliver's chest, closing his eyes. "It was wonderful."
He rubbed his nose gently on his skin, then tipped his head up to smile into Oliver's eyes again. "We must do this more often." he joked, his hands gently moving over Oliver's stomach. "As often as possible." His voice was soft, but rather smug; he knew he'd done good, and he knew that Oliver had enjoyed it...the sounds he'd made...Hayaki shivered, his eyes half-closing in sated pleasure. God, the sounds he'd made.
"Do you have to do anything today, or can we loll around?" Hayaki asked, opening his eyes again and giving Oliver his puppy-dog look. He wanted nothing more than to stay here, wrapped in Oliver's arms, and just be with him. He had nothing to do, and he knew that Oliver had to stay inside...so maybe they could just be together. Although at one point or another he'd have to eat something.
Gotta keep my energy up... The thought made him blush and grin at the same time. Don't want to dissapoint Oliver...
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Post by oliver on Jul 22, 2008 23:19:52 GMT -5
Fingers idly combed through soft hair, the tailor just enjoying the texture and the comforting weight on his chest. His eyes gazed up at the ceiling, his lips spread in a closed mouth smile that was wide enough to hurt his cheeks. He knew he was probably looking like the biggest fool in all of England and it was ,as Hayaki said, wonderful.
"We must do this more often."
"O-often?"
Sleep-husky voice broke a little as Oliver tilted his head down to look into equally mirthful eyes. He wasn't sounding too hopeful was he? After all they'd only just gotten some sleep and the mortal needed rest.
"As often as possible."
A thrill chased down the vampire's spine at those words, his exhale emerging in a semi-shuddered sigh. As he stared blankly into the dark of the room, he mused over the human's knowledge of the pleasures Oliver had just been so fortunate to have partaken in. Like he knew things about the tailor's own body which he had never been aware of, or knew at all.
How many people experienced this as well?
"Do you have to do anything today, or can we loll around?"
Focusing back on that upturned face, Oliver smiled and shook his head, bending down to kiss a soft brow, "Really now Master Hayaki, between you and Pye, I don't know whose begging gaze will be the death of me first."
Another teasing chuckle and he brushes back the young man's fringe, marveling at the silken strands.
"But we can, as you so aptly put it, loll around."
And didn't that sound like the best plan he's ever come up with?
Snaking one arm over a blanket covered body, he tugs Hayaki closer and smiles warmly.
"I'd like that very much."
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Post by hayaki on Jul 22, 2008 23:46:06 GMT -5
Hayaki chuckled at the look on Oliver's face; he stretched a little, thoughtfully, but he rather thought he'd need a touch more rest. He was very tired, still. Tired in a good way. Tired in a oh, my god, I've never felt so absolutely delighted to be tired kind of way.
At Oliver's last words, he grinned happily and stretched up to plant a lazy, sweet kiss on his lips. "Mmm. That makes me very happy." He purred softly, rubbing his nose on Oliver's. "Very, very happy."
He sighed. "But I need to get up for just a moment." He confessed, grinning. "Wait here...don't move." He kissed Oliver again, then padded to the bathroom, not caring that he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing...Oliver had seen everything there was to see, and he appeared to like it very much.
When he was finished, he came back, yawning and stretching. At the foot of the bed, he paused, his eyes moving over Oliver's form, a soft, almost loving smile on his face. "You're so beautiful." He sighed. "Oliver..."
Suddenly he grinned. "I want to draw you. Just like that." he said quietly. Crawling onto the bed, he crawled down Oliver's body, straddling him and pressing his forhead against Oliver's. "But maybe with less of these..." he teased, tugging gently at the covers that Oliver was still keeping over himself.
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Post by oliver on Jul 23, 2008 6:51:57 GMT -5
The eskimo kiss was enough to get Oliver purring along with Hayaki, the gesture was so intimately sweet and yet so comfortable. Like they did this every day...
Everyday?
He had to bite back a giggle of glee, easily hidden when he had a pair of lips closed over his.
"Mmm. That makes me very happy."
"H-happy..." he parroted.
"Very, very happy."
"And that makes me, v-very, very happy too
Oliver beamed up at the lovely human, letting his hand travel affectionately up and down a smooth back, still admiring how perfect his body was. And all the more he began to think about the garment he was preparing for him, mentally making a few changes here and there... Intimacy and closeness that had altered the way he saw this wonderful man.
The only thing that hadn't changed was how fast Oliver was falling towards him.
"But I need to get up for just a moment. Wait here...don't move."
The vampire obeyed with a nod and was then treated to a full view of Hayaki's bare behind... Which of course got him squeaking and ducking back under the covers in instinctive embarrassment. It didn't last very long however, and soon a pair of curious eyes just managed to catch a quick glimpse of that perfect form disappearing into the bathroom.
That gave him some time to himself alone, and he couldn't help but feel so utterly content and fulfilled. It was only when he heard the sound of the tap running that Oliver suddenly became very aware and self conscious about how he looked ,and that needed rectifying immediately. He tried rearranging himself, maybe fluff up the pillow there, an arm there and his head tilted there... Then the tailor felt silly and started the process all over again, changing positions until he heard the tap turn off and he had to freeze and just be satisfied with his current positioning...
It was exactly the same as before.
The mental groan was quickly ignored when the man emerged, stretching and allowing Oliver a good look at the play of muscle beneath the skin... And no, gentlemen never gawked. Or at least tried not to.
"You're so beautiful. Oliver..."
Duck of the chin and he played with the edge of the quilt with a smile, "Now I know you're flattering me dear sir..." he chuckled, "I beg to differ."
"I want to draw you. Just like that."
Oliver laughed softly, leaning up on his elbows as Hayaki came closer.
"Like this? On the bed?"
Then he felt the pulling on the blankets, and blinked.
"But maybe with less of these..."
More blinking and he tugged the blanket back up to his collarbone.
"Y-you mean n-nuh...nuh... na... Umn without clothes?"
The vampire had always been very conservative and a bit prudish about many things, but even now as he sat there in a hint of protest at having himself drawn in the buff, he was still smiling. Amusedly mortified and yet curiously eager for what Hayaki was going to show him this time.
He hadn't been wrong so far.
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Post by hayaki on Jul 23, 2008 10:00:09 GMT -5
Hayaki laughed; bending down, he captured his lips in another long kiss, using it as a distraction to tug the blanket out of Oliver's hand. When he had accomplished this, he kissed him again, then slipped off. "I'll be right back." he said softly, his eyes moving over his lover's-he could say that, now, and it gave him a quiet thrill-body. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away and padded up the stairs. slipping out into the main area to grab his sketchbook.
He saw Pyewacket and grinned, giving the cat a quick, gently pat before snatching his bag and returning to Oliver's room. He didn't notice the cat slipping in behind him before he closed the door. Padding down the stairs, he smiled at Oliver, setting the bag on the table and digging out his sketchbook.
"This is just for you and me." he said quietly. Then he blushed, grinning. "Ok. Mostly for me." he admitted, shrugging. "But I think you're beautiful, and I want to show you what I see."
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