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Armand ([info]vagabond_child) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
The human had a nice weight in his arms. Schuldig, after all, was at least a couple inches taller than Armand. It should have been impossible to lift him, or at least very hard, but instead, he just found the sensation of the other in his arms quite pleasant.

For now, however, he just flew over to the bed. He settled down, still holding the telepath on his lap, which was interesting as they were both naked at this point. "It's good you learned that so soon." He laughed softly, beyond delighted with this whole thing. And to think, he'd been ready to do... and was so far past that point by now it was hard to even remember.

The crudeness of the words didn't offend him. Actually, he was delighted by it. It was so appropriate, somehow. "Jumping ahead of myself has always been a bad habit of mine. Later." Because the man had a point, he had to admit. "We'll start here, then."

With that decided, he set the redhead down on the bed and rolled on top of him. His body was very much demanding that things be progressed further, and he wasn't inclined to deny himself. He kissed Schuldig firmly once more, and then let his mouth wander down. Over the smooth skin of the neck, where he let his sharp, wicked fans touch without pressing down. Over the shoulders, chest, and stomach, always teasing that he was going to bite, and never quite doing it.


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