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Post by charm on Mar 9, 2011 22:17:22 GMT -5
Heavy black boots made surprisingly faint imprints 'pon the dirt trail he walked; his walk more like the agitated pace of a wild animal locked up for much too long. How long had it been since he was free to roam as he pleased? How long had it been since he'd been torn from his life and had everything he'd worked so hard for, for his whole twenty-three years of living, just torn away? It made the man angry and, as black tresses swayed forward to hide dark and arrogant eyes, there seemed to be a glint of animalistic hostility within the two charcoal orbs. How dare that little shit open his mouth and ruin a perfectly fine business? How dare that punk even whisper about what was going on in the shadows, hidden all too easily from the prying eyes of the outside world? How dare he take him away? His little pet... Charm missed him. A lot, actually. Had Charm been any other man, except, perhaps, Tefached, then his longing to see the younger male would have been cute - heartbreaking, even. But Charm was Charm, and his missing had nothing to do with love. More like lust, and the burning need to collect what was, in his mind, rightfully his.
A light smirk pulled at his lips, fingers of his right hand absently twirling an ivory rose beneath his nose. With each inhale, he could smell the sickening sweet perfume of the flower. It reminded him of his little pet. "Come out, come out, where ever you are," he whispered into the darkness, voice like velvet. So soft, so enticing. It was no wonder so many were drawn in and then lost forever under the suffocating vocals of a most sophisticated charmer. It was enchanting, watching him work. Younger humans were drawn to him because he could easily portray an air of innocence that was, at first, hard to see through. Older beings were attracted because of his darker side, always wanting that boy that mommy warned them about, always wanting to rebel against their parents. Pathetic. So pathetic. And I couldn't be more thankful for that. Darkened notes of laughter left his lips before he gently pressed them to the petals of the rose, imagining that it was instead the flushed skin of the one he was trying so hard to find. He had, after all, made a promise. Why not keep a promise for a change?
sexy evil man.
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Post by jd on Mar 9, 2011 23:13:13 GMT -5
sick with myself, but i've got no one else [/color][/font] SO I GIVE IT TO MYSELF
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HELPS[/font] --------------------------------------------------------  -------------------------------------------------------- it's the same thing this pain thing[/color][/font] THAT KEEPS ME FROM SLEEPING
AND SCREAMING THAT GOD I MUST BE MOTHER FUCKING DREAMING[/font][/center] The park. A place of flowers, fresh air, and peace. A place away from the bustling crowds that sent the senior skittering and jumping, afraid of what would happen to him if he stayed too long. It was a place for Johnny to breathe easy and relax, and ponder past his paranoia. Poor Johnny. In his broken, and frightened mind, he was stolen - kidnapped away from the person he cherished the most, and the person that seemed to make everything better. It was a fucked up way of thinking, considering Johnny was owned before, and broken down in so many ways that he just started believing Charm was his everything. But in his mind, the normal world was terrifying. Something totally opposite of the safe, secure environment he'd willingly stayed in.
But where was Charm? Shouldn't he be there, saving Johnny from the life he was being forced to live? The frown creased his lips, and Johnny reached up, rubbing his face for a moment before pausing his walk in the dark, trembling. Was he being watched? Tailed after? It certainly felt like it. Gently, the frown creased his soft lips, and he shook his head, soon picking up his walking pace as the paranoia settled in his mind. The short senior would have given anything in the world to be back in the arms of his captor, or, in his mind, his savior. In the arms where everything was safe, where nothing would touch him. Not this world that he was violently shoved back into, where people were loud and everywhere, watching him, staring like he was a freak.
Absently, Johnny's soft fingers reached up, running over the minute scars on his neck that faintly stood out. It was a nervous habit to touch them, but for some odd reason, it soothed him, but that didn't stop him from gulping as he paused his quick walk, turning his entire body around. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched; that he was carefully being tracked to make sure he didn't run off and find the one person that cared.
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( TAG ) charm o.o
( MUSE ) decent
( MUSIC ) pandora radio <3
( NOTES ) paranoid boy.
( OUTFIT ) click!
( LYRICS ) the loss - hollywood undead
( CREDITS ) posting template made by me, Fireh, of WIT. Do NOT steal.
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Post by charm on Mar 12, 2011 1:03:36 GMT -5
Not many were out at this time of night. He avoided all the ones that were. He was, at the moment, not interested in any of them - except for another rather cute and innocent looking boy he'd spotted upon his arrival here in New Jersey, but there would be time for him later. Right now, the only thing that was important was to find Johnny. A... rescue mission, if you just think of it like that. More quiet laughter left his lips as he tapped the rose against them, the thumb of his other hand hooking into his belt. It was only a matter of time before the shorter male showed up. Or I'll just go find out where his dorm is and sneak in. Though I dont want to be caught so early in the game. The thought of being caught again both amused and annoyed him. Jail wasn't fun - nothing to do besides fight old men that were useless beyond anything but a few good punches - and wait. He wasn't very good at waiting. He'd only been out here looking for Johnny for a few hours and already he was getting annoyed.
And then, incredibly, there he was. Just a little further up the trail, with his back to him, looking rather paranoid and panicked. Poor kid probably had a few screws loose thanks to him. Damn, I'm good. Always knew I would win with this one. He snickered, suddenly bounding forward, long legs carrying him effortlessly toward Johnny. He didn't say a word as his left arm quickly wrapped around the smaller and much more fragile body, crushing him against a much stronger - and also bare - chest. He had to admit, it felt fucking great to have him back. Oh yeah, the rose! He smirked, kissing the ivory rose petals one more time before slowly... slowly.. his right hand move the delicate and beautiful flower to just under Johnny's nose. Charm was silent for a few more seconds before his arm tightened around his target, head lowering to gently brush his lips against a tender ear. "Hello, Johnny."
ooc: stupid boy killed my muse on aim. e.e" but OMGEAR -_-"
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Post by jd on Mar 12, 2011 7:30:09 GMT -5
sick with myself, but i've got no one else [/color][/font] SO I GIVE IT TO MYSELF
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HELPS[/font] -------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- it's the same thing this pain thing[/color][/font] THAT KEEPS ME FROM SLEEPING
AND SCREAMING THAT GOD I MUST BE MOTHER FUCKING DREAMING[/font][/center] The silence of the park washed over the short boy, his eyes fluttering for a moment, looking back and forth, before relaxing his panicky self. It was dark and late, and surely no one would be out looking for him at this time of night. It was the perfect opportunity to go and see what places were here - and if he could escape - without the nerve wracking mobs of people all over the place. An unpleasant tingle shot down his spine at the thought, his eyes darting like a frightened animal, wary of its predator stalking somewhere. 'No one's here Johnny. It's safe..for now. It's safe.' His thoughts swirled for a moment, on the verge of calming him down, and he relaxed, pushing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie as a brief, and rare, smile appeared on his lips, only to vanish the next instant. This wasn't a time to smile, it was a time to see what all he was caught up in.
Before Johnny could figure any of that out though, an arm came out of nowhere behind him, wrapping around his small body and yanking him backwards against a larger body. Of course, almost any body was larger than his. He immediately panicked, letting out a near scream of terror as his mind exploded with all its suspicions and various explanations. 'They knew it! They knew it!' he howled in his mind, writhing and panicking in the strong grasp. His small hands reached, trying to shove the arm from around him, to get away, but the efforts were futile, and his eyes widened slightly when something came around to his attention. A rose. An ivory white rose. Did they know he liked roses? Or was it...could it be? As Johnny grappled with the fact there was a white rose under his nose, and that it could be the impossible, he seemed to forget himself for a moment.
A moment. Johnny was brought back to himself as lips pressed to his ear, making his entire body squirm as a wave of prickly heat rolled down his body, making him tremble. Even against his will, his ear was always a hot spot; it would turn the unwilling into willing in a heartbeat. "Hello, Johnny." If his eyes were wide before, they were definitely wide now, his lips parting a little before he exhaled shakily. Could it really be? "C-charm?" Johnny squeaked out a little, his body trembling even more. His breathing began coming in short, ragged gasps, and he saw small black spots popping up in his vision. If he kept going like this, he would faint. But he needed to know it was true. Needed to know that Charm had come to get him, and take him home. "T-they took me! They took me! You know I wouldn't run away...not when you make me feel so safe," he whined out. His body trembled, and his mind desperately hoped Charm would believe the truth.
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( TAG ) charm o.o
( MUSE ) decent
( MUSIC ) pandora radio <3
( NOTES ) e.e damn it charm.
( OUTFIT ) click!
( LYRICS ) the loss - hollywood undead
( CREDITS ) posting template made by me, Fireh, of WIT. Do NOT steal.
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Post by charm on Mar 13, 2011 22:46:05 GMT -5
He'd been prepared for Johnny to freak out, but still, as the young male panicked and thrashed about in his arms Charm couldn't help but feel a little annoyed as well as tempted to pull his knife from his pocket and end those screams for good. But he couldn't do that, not to his Johnny. He was too much fun to play with, too cute and "innocent" and adorable. A smirk came upon his face, laughing as hands tried to push his arm away. His arm tightened around the smaller boy, looking around with soulless eyes before walking backwards into the woods. Twigs snapped under his feet, branches grabbed at his clothes, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting Johnny away from anyone that might be watching. Society didn't exactly approve of people like him. No real surprise there. Charm wasn't the type of guy you wanted to run in to. You would more than likely end up hurt, raped, or dead.
Smiling at the thought, his arm momentarily loosened and, had his current victim not been stalled by the rose, the smaller male might have even been able to disentangle himself from his demented captor. And then he felt the tremble, and instantly, his eyes darkened even more. Teeth grazed along the ridge of the teen's sensitive ear, a low purring sound forming in his chest before his tongue flicked against it, chuckling at the sound of a shaken exhale. "C-charm?" He chuckled again, lowering his lips to his little pet's neck, kissing it softly. "It's me," he whispered, tapping Johnny's nose lightly with the flower, "You can calm down now, Johnny." His tone was a bit teasing, still with a hint of a seductive purr, knowing perfectly well what he was doing to the younger boy.
"T-they took me! They took me! You know I wouldn't run away...not when you make me feel so safe," The twenty-three year old sighed, left hand slowly unzipping the teen's hoodie, kissing his neck again before sliding his hand under the teen's shirt. "I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I got taken away, too."
ooc: imma smack him, i swear.
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Post by jd on Mar 14, 2011 0:00:55 GMT -5
sick with myself, but i've got no one else [/color][/font] SO I GIVE IT TO MYSELF
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HELPS[/font] -------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- it's the same thing this pain thing[/color][/font] THAT KEEPS ME FROM SLEEPING
AND SCREAMING THAT GOD I MUST BE MOTHER FUCKING DREAMING[/font][/center] He was being dragged away, back from prying eyes and back from anyone that could 'help' him. As if Johnny needed help from the people who had 'captured' him in the first place and dragged him to this hellhole of life that made him so jittery and panicky. But now he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, and he felt the panic wind up to a higher pitch in his chest, the black spots becoming more pronounced in his peripheral vision. What was going to happen? Johnny whimpered to himself, his body slowing its struggles the further into the darkening trees he was dragged, and soon found himself to be another lost soul to the world. Or was he always that way? Why was he thinking this way? Was it the panic? It was definitely something.
The feel of teeth grazing even more over the ridge of his ear had the teen moaning louder, and his body trembled, his breathing quickly growing shallow and rapid under the ministrations that the older male placed on him. "It's me," Johnny gasped, his head turning a little, tilting to the side in an automatic response to what Charm was doing, and his lips parted in a shaky exhale. Every small kiss to his neck had him trembling, and he let out the softest moan for the male. "You can calm down now, Johnny." The tone was just right, and he knew it was Charm, just because he knew how to touch him. How to speak to him. Everything. "Charm..." he whispered out, mewling slightly as his body squirmed. This time, it wasn't to squirm away, it was to press back against the older male, to get closer.
"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I got taken away, too." He did? Johnny's brows furrowed in confusion, his lips parting before he let out a soft moan, feeling the expert fingers of the man he so dearly loved, slipping under his shirt after unzipping his hoodie with ease. It was hard to keep track of anything like that, and Johnny felt his body pressing forwards, yearning for the touch that Charm was giving him, begging wordlessly for more as he whimpered softly. "Oh god...Ch-charm..." he whimpered out, feeling how his pants were already growing uncomfortable with the simplest touches. "W-where...where did they take you?" he whimpered out, trying to keep track of the conversation, like a good boy, but it was hard when all his body wanted was to be touched even more. A soft, needy moan left his lips and he trembled more, letting his back press more to Charm's chest, a shaky breath leaving his lungs again. "Touch me more..please?" he begged. It'd been far too long, and around Charm, it was impossible to resist.
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( TAG ) charm
( MUSE ) decent
( MUSIC ) pandora radio <3
( NOTES ) e____e can i smack him too? johnny would hate me though
( OUTFIT ) click!
( LYRICS ) the loss - hollywood undead
( CREDITS ) posting template made by me, Fireh, of WIT. Do NOT steal.
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Post by charm on Mar 14, 2011 14:34:37 GMT -5
As he dragged his pet into the woods, the brutal being was reminded briefly of his birth. He had started his life in the middle of the woods, when his mother had tried to run away from slavery, and that was also where he had ended his mother's life five years later. The memory made him shiver in desire - how long had it been since he'd taken a knife to flimsy flesh, cut open an innocence vein and allowed innocent blood to flow? Too long, much too long, and he had to admit that the impulses were getting harder to control. But he could still control himself. At least... He could when he wanted too. A devious smirk claimed his maw, right hand lowering the rose to one of Johnny's small hands, and he gently slipped the flower into the palm of his hand, wrapping his fingers around it. "I have more, but I'll give them to you later," he whispered, using his right hand to tilt Johnny's head more.
Hearing the moans, Charm snickered, moving his teeth to graze teasingly over Johnny's neck before biting down just enough for the smaller male to feel. He carefully kept his breathing under control, remaing as calm as he could, but even he could not stop the shiver that traveled down his spine when he heard Johnny starting to breathe heavier, trembling more. The gasp and soft moan made him smile, fingers of his right hand brushing against a soft cheek, picturing that adorable face covered in a blush. So cute, so tempting... He could hardly stand the wait, but the aniticipation excited him. An obvious fact, considering the state of his jeans - tight, though not yet unbearable. He happily had fun imagining how the one whispering his name and squirming closer must feel.
His left hand scooted further up Johnny's torso, inching his shirt up bit by bit, before letting it pause for a moment on his chest. He could feel the boy's heartbeat beneath his palm and, for a moment or two, he was lost in thought as he pictured all that blood being pumped through that small, almost fragile body. It would be only too easy to distract his prey with kisses and whispered words of love, only to slice open his throat and leave him here in the empty woods to bleed to death. But no, he couldn't. Johnny was his only pet left, and it would be a little too obvious to be the one to kill Johnny. The cops would be on his ass so quick, he wouldn't even have time to run. And his dear, dear father wouldn't be willing to help him again so soon.
Again, he heard his name, this time being stuttered over, and he shook his head to free it of more violent thoughts. He may be able to bring the masochistic side of Johnny, but being cut and stabbed? No. He wouldn't do that to his pet, not unless he needed to be punished for doing something unforgivable. Like loving someone else. Charm wouldn't allow he. He'd kill Johnny before he would let someone take him away again. "I was in jail. Death row, actually. They wanted me dead. Most probably still want me dead." The truth would more than likely freak the younger boy out, so before he could think about it too much, Charm laughed lightly and began to gently tease the sensitive nipples beneath his fingers. "But I'm free now, and I just had to find you. I missed you so much, Johnny." It wasn't a lie. Charm had missed Johnny, though he'd honestly missed Johnny's body more and how easy the eighteen year old was to manipulate and corrupt.
The needy moan and request for more touches did not go unheard, and the way Johnny pressed back against him was easily noticed. With a low groan, the dark eyed male pressed his hips forward, teasingly rubbing against the shorter and younger male. His left still beneath Johnny's shirt, he began to slowly lower his right hand, lingering at a trembling hip before expert fingers drifted closer and closer to the front of a pair of black jeans. Slowly, they tightened, gently grabbing at the buldge as he sucked lightly on one of Johnny's ears, his own body beginning to subtly tremble. "I love you, Johnny." He purred out the lie with ease, tugging on an earlobe with his teeth as his eyes flashed with lust. This whole self-control thing was getting more difficult by the second.
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Post by jd on Mar 14, 2011 15:14:45 GMT -5
sick with myself, but i've got no one else [/color][/font] SO I GIVE IT TO MYSELF
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HELPS[/font] -------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- it's the same thing this pain thing[/color][/font] THAT KEEPS ME FROM SLEEPING
AND SCREAMING THAT GOD I MUST BE MOTHER FUCKING DREAMING[/font][/center] Slowly, Johnny felt the dethorned stem being pressed into one of his hands, his fingers being forced to wrap around it, and he clung to the flower that he so loved, his eyes closing for a moment. "I have more, but I'll give them to you later," Later? Did that mean he was really going to be saved? Taken back home where he actually belonged? Rather than the sick and cold world of normal society that easily rattled him. The thoughts were muddled and slow in his mind, and his head was easily tilted, his body like putty to Charm's touches, so easily manipulated, so easily controlled. But the small boy would have it no other way - he loved when Charm was in control. In fact, he just loved when Charm was near him, touching and caressing him, giving him the affection he felt so starved of recently. With everything that had happened recently...being back in the arms of the adult male was what the teen needed the most. As sick and twisted as their relationship was, he found it to be normal, and swallowed every lie without a hitch, believing the larger male without hesitation.
Johnny's thoughts were soon abolished when he felt the bite to his neck, drawing a shaky breath in to his lungs before releasing it in the form of a small, needy moan. Chills ran up and down his spine, causing the teen to let out another shaking gasp, his skin pulling tight, goosebumps breaking out over his skin in anticipation. His cheeks began to flush, the normal pale color beginning to fill in with pinkish-red hue, giving him a cute, innocent blush, that at the same time was completely needy. The small teen shifted a little, his body pressing even further back against the larger man before his cheeks reddened even more, feeling the way the other male's jeans were constricted, the bulge pressing against him. His head turned just a little more, his soft cheek pressing more to his captor's hand before he shakily exhaled, letting out another moan in response to what he was feeling.
His jeans were already bulging and tightening, and his abdomen squirming and tightening, making him mewl out as he felt the hand sliding further up his chest. It was like someone let loose an entire army of butterflies in his chest, his heart fluttering and beating in his ears from the simplest touches that Charm laid on his skin. "I was in jail. Death row, actually. They wanted me dead. Most probably still want me dead." For a moment, the trance over Johnny's mind that was so sexual, was broken, and his eyes popped wide. "Jail!?" he yelped out, but the trembling overcame his body as he was being touched again, the sensitive skin of his nipples tightening as his breathing stammered and stuttered. "But I'm free now, and I just had to find you. I missed you so much, Johnny." Johnny's mind struggled, trying to get the words properly processed, and he moaned out softly, nodding in an absent sort of way. "I missed..missed you too.." he stammered, tripping over his words as he moaned between them. He had missed Charm. He had barely slept, barely been functional, but now he was better than he had felt in the longest time.
His thoughts were soon gone once again as he felt powerful hips pressing against him from behind, sending him into a blissfully blank, and needy, state. The smaller male's hips twitched and trembled, quivering as his pants grew even more uncomfortable, and he found himself pressing further back against Charm, nearly panting in need after only a few moments of being touched. And then, he felt it. The expert fingers - that could do so much to him so easily - moving downwards, towards the aching bulge in his jeans, and he nearly stopped breathing for a moment, desperately pleading mentally to be touched. When those fingers closed around that sensitive bulge, Johnny nearly cried out in pleasure, but settled for a trembling gasp instead, his hips twitching forwards as his ear was once more sucked on, played with in just the way to make him melt like putty in Charm's grasp. "I love you, Johnny." Those words. He'd needed to hear them for so long.
"I love you...tooOOOoo!" The last word hiked upwards in pitched, and dropped back down with the moan that left his throat as his earlobe was tugged, and his body began to tremble more, the bulge in his jeans beginning to throb and ache even more with need. "Oh god.....Charm...it..it...d-don't stop..please!" His voice was begging again, an aching whisper that pleaded like his life depended on it, and his eyes fluttered backwards and shut as he rubbed back even more against his captor, his hips slowly rocking forwards as he trembled. He'd needed it for so long, to be touched, or even just to be held by the right person, and this was driving him completely over the edge.
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( TAG ) charm
( MUSE ) decent
( MUSIC ) pandora radio <3
( NOTES ) ...no comment.
( OUTFIT ) click!
( LYRICS ) the loss - hollywood undead
( CREDITS ) posting template made by me, Fireh, of WIT. Do NOT steal.
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Post by charm on Mar 14, 2011 16:45:24 GMT -5
Smirking as he clung to the rose, Charm muzzled the boy and sighed, lips brushing against his skin as he spoke. "You should come over and help with the roses. I don't know anything about them." Snake had always been the one to take care of the garden back at the mansion until, that is, Johnny came along. He didn't really care enough about the plants to take care of them, they just made the place look nice. And he liked nice things. "I got a place near the school. You'll come over and visit some time, right?" It came out sounding like a question, an offer, but the way his arms tightened around Johnny made it obvious that the murmured words were an order. The teen had no choice but to visit him. Disobeying would be cause for punishment, and Johnny hated making him mad. It was a sick and twisted relationship, one that Johnny wouldn't ever be able to escape. Charm would make sure of that.
But right now, Charm wasn't mad. Not at Johnny, anyway. So he allowed his arms to relax, pressing closer to the smaller male before moving just an inch away. "Anyone ask about this yet?" he whispered, left hand moving to his lower back, tracing slowly over the branded letters. He didn't care what the answer was - he just knew how sensitive the branded area was, knew what it did to Johnny, knew it would have him squirming and begging even more. In the dappled moonlight streaming down through the empty branches of the trees around them, he spotted the innocent and needy blush that he was so attracted too and attached too and another low groan left the older male, fingers tracing the brand once more before moving back to his chest.
With both of their jeans becoming tighter by the second, Charm knew that they would soon be stripped of their clothing and pressed as close as two people could be. The thought made him moan, his body shivering again as he resisted the urge to tear the clothes off Johnny's body - he didn't want the boy walking back to school naked; that would raise too many questions. "Snake helped me get out of jail. He also helped me find you." He forced a smile onto his face, his breathing slowly getting heavier, hands moving more over Johnny's body. "Money can get you out of all sorts of trouble in this country."
Unable to resist, Charm bit down again on Johnny's neck, hard enough to leave a mark this time almost as if he were claiming him. His tongue danced against the surface, licking up to his ear before moaning softly into it, trying to get him to beg more. He loved it when Johnny begged. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he teased, once more grabbing at the front of his jeans as his hips pressed forward again, grinding slowly, enjoying the friction. Dark eyes slid closed for a second, smirking in satisfaction. He could almost feel the needy throbbing through the thin black material clinging to the student's lower half. A sound mixed between a purr and a growl left the empty confines of his chest, hips grinding faster, feeling his self-control slipping away with every moan that escaped his current toy. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he hissed, his left hand moving to tilt Johnny's head the other way before attacking his other ear. All while the fingers on his right hand began to fumble with the button and zipper, not yet undoing them.
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Post by jd on Mar 14, 2011 17:13:47 GMT -5
sick with myself, but i've got no one else [/color][/font] SO I GIVE IT TO MYSELF
IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HELPS[/font] -------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------- it's the same thing this pain thing[/color][/font] THAT KEEPS ME FROM SLEEPING
AND SCREAMING THAT GOD I MUST BE MOTHER FUCKING DREAMING[/font][/center] "You should come over and help with the roses. I don't know anything about them." Roses. Roses? OH, roses. The flower in his hand. Right. Johnny blinked a little, his stupor loosening just a little before he exhaled a little shakily, trying to gather up his thoughts enough to actually speak, his ability to do so seeming to falter. "I got a place near the school. You'll come over and visit some time, right?" The question prompted answering, and Johnny felt the arms around him tighten before he nodded. "O-of course..." he stammered. "I want to live with you again. I really do..." The statement was more like a needy request, and his body trembled gently. "I don't like being by myself." Being by himself caused him to panic, which wasn't any good since he was already as emotionally and mentally fragile as could be. But it wasn't 'being by himself' that bothered him. It was being away from Charm. Being away for too long wrecked him.
The teen soon felt the arms loosen around him and he exhaled again, breathing in and out shakily, almost panicking for a moment at the thought that Charm was just going to leave him there. That panic wound up a little when he felt the large warm body pull back a little from him, making him whimper a little in response. "Anyone ask about this yet?" Ask about..? Johnny's brows furrowed in confusion, but it soon became all too apparent what Charm was talking about when the teen felt fingers tracing over the letters that had been branded into his skin. The sensitive nerves along the old wound fired up immediately, and Johnny's knees buckled, almost giving out on him as he gasped out, letting out a soft moan. "N-no...no one...has seen it.." The words were panted out now, lust and pure sexual need crawling through his veins, leaving him trembling for more. He chewed on his lower lip, the whine passing through his lips even louder than before as the fingers kept tracing over the sensitive skin, making his breathing ragged, needy. It would only be so long before he started begging even more out loud.
And then, Johnny heard it. The loud moan that left Charm's throat, making his mind go blank at the mere sound, and he bit his lower lip, squirming. "Snake helped me get out of jail. He also helped me find you. Money can get you out of all sorts of trouble in this country." The words drifted in one ear and out the other, mainly because the small boy was focusing on the heavy breathing of the older man, his eyes widening, beginning to glisten as the lust clouded his mind. A sharp bite to the neck made Johnny moan loudly, and his eyes fluttered, the sting of the bite thrumming through his system. When the feeling of the moist, hot tongue followed suit, straight up to his ear, Johnny started to beg under his breath, his body trembling as pleas for more left his lips in a constant, low whisper. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" The teen nodded, parting his lips to answer, because he had to answer, he didn't want to risk Charm getting mad, but all that came out was an even louder moan as the bulge in his pants was once more grabbed and he was rubbed against. "Y-y-yessss," he hissed out, barely able to say the simple word.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" A soft and needy whimper left his slightly parted lips, brown eyes shifting shut before his head was turned again, easily maneuvered before his other ear was attacked, and Johnny once more moaned. "Oh god...yes. Yesss. Please...Charm..please..oh please... I need you. I need you so bad!" He'd cracked. Like the fragile toy that he was, he had cracked under the push of Charm's ministrations, and he felt as his button and zipper were fumbled with, making the boy moan out. "Please..." The word passed his lips in barely a whisper, the tone of voice coated thick with need and begging, and his body pressed to Charm's again, his own hands sliding down his body, touching where he could just to touch.
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( TAG ) charm
( MUSE ) decent
( MUSIC ) pandora radio <3
( NOTES ) e__e charm is an assssssss.
( OUTFIT ) click!
( LYRICS ) the loss - hollywood undead
( CREDITS ) posting template made by me, Fireh, of WIT. Do NOT steal.
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Post by charm on Mar 15, 2011 16:37:11 GMT -5
At first, it seemed like Johnny was unable to speak or make any other noises besides moans and soft little gasps. It was cute, in a way, and amusing. Though Charm couldn't really blame the teen - he'd been told by plenty of people that he was very good at what he did, and it was relatively normal for people to loose track of their thoughts and not be able to speak. He purred, placing a light kiss on Johnny's cheek as he listened to the boy stutter over his words. "You can visit after school, and on weekends. Soon as you graduate, you can move in," he offered, although it wasn't like Johnny really had a choice. "And maybe I can find a way to sneak into your dorm." He whispered this almost seductively into an endlessly teased ear, warm breath moving over the sensitive skin as his lips brushed against it. He wanted to drive his toy insane, wanted him to beg and scream. Shouldn't take too long. It never did.
The whimper didn't phase him and he simply ignored it, instead focusing on the reply given to his question. "I guess that's a good thing," he smirked, holding the younger male up with ease. "I don't think people here would approve of it." Charm forced himself to calm down, though he couldn't stop the slight throbbing in his jeans when he heard Johnny's breathing and whining. It had been so damn long since he'd heard the panting, the begging... He needed it. He needed to hear it. The animal inside of him paced, lurking just under the surface, held back only by years and years of practicing his self-control. And here he was, about to loose it.
The squirming made it more difficult, but he liked the challenge and the way Johnny's body felt against his. And then he heard it. Begging. This time, Charm trembled, the animal clawing at it's cage, begging to be released. But he waited, eyes closing, smirking. He loved that sound. It was one of his many addictions. Absently, his hand rubbed slowly over the front of Johnny's jeans, silently encouraging the begging and whimpering. "It's been a while for me, too," he purred, tugging on an earlobe again as he groaned, "I've been waiting until I found you again."
It wasn't too much of a lie, but he knew that even if it was one hundred percent false Johnny would still believe him. That was the "beauty" of their relationship - he had complete control. Until, that is, once Johnny started begging and pleading for more. The tone unhinged him, made a low growl form in his chest as he quickly popped open the button, unzipping the pair of black jeans, not even bothering to pull them off before shoving his hand down, teasing and touching some of Johnny's most sensitive areas. "Please what, Johnny?" he snickered, using his free hand to slowly start undoing his own jeans. "What do you need?"
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Post by jd on Mar 15, 2011 16:49:26 GMT -5
This has been moved to PMing for now.
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