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Seth Hajji (lettuce_rejoice) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-21 19:26:00

Entry tags:

min, raven

Who: Mirza & Shae
What: One very tired young man and his laziness.
Where: Lobby
When: Sometime after midnight leading into Wednesday the 22nd
Warnings: NC-17, apparently. Boy love.

Tired was the only way to describe Mirza at the moment. It'd been a hard night's work and all he wanted to do was crash. There was no euphoria of performing, just a sense of finishing his daily grind... And a whole lot of pent up sexual frustration. Well he watched the other dancers! Of course he watched. How could he not? But either way, he trudged his way into the building and glanced in the direction of the stairs and the elevator. Did he really want to fight his way that far?

Urgh, he supposed he must but... No. No. Just fucking no. Mirza instead dragged himself over to the round sofa-ish looking thing (he didn't know what the Hells the real name of it was and it didn't particularly matter), curling around the backs by laying on the long seat. He was absolutely bound and fucking determined to fall asleep in the lobby just because he couldn't be arsed to get himself into the elevator.

What? He wasn't allowed to be lazy? Well too bad. Work had been awful. For him anyhow as he refused to lower his morals to earn extra cash. The joint he worked at was sleazy. If he could have gotten up enough cash, he would have opened his own club and run it his way. Made it a classy place where the dancers were protected and paid well enough that they wouldn't feel pressured to do things they didn't necessarily want to do... It was a nice dream but that's all it would ever be. He wasn't much of a business man unfortunately...

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-11-03 07:24 am UTC (link)

Mirza honestly did not know why Shae had stopped, did not care why he had stopped and desperately wished for him to continue right the damn fucking Hell now, okay? But that did not include being rather forcefully turned onto his back. His arms were rather twisted now and the handcuffs were cutting into his wrists. This he did not like at all but he knew a man in a sexual frenzy when he saw one and words were kind of useless. No matter. It wasn't like he hadn't been in this position before and he'd survived well enough...

That didn't stop him from writhing his body against Shae's and not quite fighting him as the Cajun moved into position again. He cried out quite sharply when Shae entered him once more, rolling his body against the other man's. He was at a loss for thought, feeling only the sharp almost violent sensations of the fucking he was receiving. There was no better word for it than that.

Mirza arched his chest up towards Shae's teasing mouth, all too sensitive to the teasing around the golden ring. It turned into a sharp squeak at the feel of teeth and it spurred on the mounting tension in his body all curling up at the base of his spine.

Language was lost on him - Shae could've been speaking Aramaic and receiving the next scripture for all Mirza knew of verbal sounds at the moment. And with fingers back around his straining, pinned cock he knew he wouldn't last much longer. After what seemed only a matter of moments, Mirza was coming hard without warning and finding that much needed release.

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in_the_wings
2010-11-15 08:40 pm UTC (link)

There was a moment, as Shae's fingers glided easily along the increasingly slippery cock in his hands, skin coated in his partner's liquid ecstasy, when he felt a sudden shock. It was neither painful nor unpleasant, but somehow energizing, like an unexpected jolt of pure electricity unfurling deep in his core and then resonating throughout his entire body, down to the tips of each microscopic hair follicle.

The shock seemed to coincide with Mirza's orgasm, and distracted though he was with the pleasurable tension building in his own gut, Shae was suddenly unable to tear his eyes away from his lover's writhing form. He could see the lines of lean muscle contracting beneath Mirza's skin with the effort of his climax, and was it just his imagination, or was that skin suddenly flecked with some otherworldly golden glow? It was as though he was seeing but not seeing, and the veil was lifted from his eyes for only a few short moments.

This was not the kind of sex he was accustomed to; sure, he was as much about getting off as the next guy, but there was something physically different about this encounter, about the way his body was responding, and he had no idea what that difference was. The tightness of his partner's body had pushed him to the brink, and he drove his hips mercilessly against Mirza's deliciously rounded buttocks, plunging his aching cock into that hot, welcoming space; his balls felt heavy, taut and begging for release, and with one, two, three more desperate thrusts, he finally had it.

The earlier sensation of electric energy thrilled through him again, stronger this time as his pelvis bucked erratically against his lover, emptying himself into the constricting rubber sleeve. Shae moaned his satisfaction long and loud, not particularly caring how many of their neighbors might hear him in the process. The tendons in his neck strained visibly as he tilted his head back, breathing harshly and clutching at Mirza's thighs as his hips gradually slowed and then stilled their movements.

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-11-25 03:43 pm UTC (link)

Mirza didn't notice the change - mostly because his mind was somewhere else. Somewhere mixed with heat and sand and honeyed dates; like a little piece of him was inside everyone and Shae included. Like if he really wanted to, he could keep Shae going for as long as Mirza wanted - torture and torment him with a need he would never come to complete. But that was not what Mirza wanted.

What he wanted was what he got - for Shae to explode; for him to give in to the full sensations of pleasure and make the air vibrate with the sound of his release. It really didn't matter who heard them. All that mattered was that Shae gave in as Mirza's body still squirmed and writhed against his, unable to help himself one bit. Even when Shae slowed, Mirza still moved though it was just slight. It was like his body couldn't stand being still for one second.

And yet the first words out of his mouth were both almost inaudible and very important, "Get the cuffs off me..." He swallowed hard and then repeated himself a bit more firmly, "Cuffs. Off. Now." That was the important thing to him. Not some 'was it good for you' talk because clearly he had enjoyed it or even letting Shae enjoy the afterglow. The important part was getting the abrasive metal off his wrists and making sure he wasn't bleeding from the twisting.

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in_the_wings
2010-12-04 10:40 pm UTC (link)

Little else seemed to catch Shae's attention as the sudden onslaught of pleasurable electricity coursed through his veins, but somewhere in the hazy space between his ears, he registered Mirza's words. He hesitated for a few moments, hearing but not quite understanding, before it dawned on him just what his partner was demanding.

He pulled out with a hiss, cradling the increasingly flaccid length in his palm and carefully stripping off the used condom, which he deposited on the bedside table in lieu of an actual trashcan. Then he was off the bed and digging through the pile of garments on the floor for his pants, and after several moments he returned with the key in hand.

Shae straddled his prone lover's hips and reached up to unfasten the cuffs one at a time, gingerly removing Mirza's wrists to examine the chafed, but non-bleeding skin. There was nothing hurried or desperate in his actions now, and he handled the entire situation with a calmness that was almost unsettling, as though he'd acted out this exact scenario a million times over. His fingers avoided the angry red markings where the metal of the cuffs had begun to rub the skin raw.

He caught Mirza's eyes momentarily as he leaned over to search through the various sex-play accoutrements in the drawer, then withdrew a small tub of Vaseline. The ointment slid thickly over the abused skin as Shae applied it with gentle, circular motions of his thumb. No words were spoken, but he drew Mirza's hand up to his face as he worked and pressed a kiss to the palm as if in apology.

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-12-08 06:51 am UTC (link)

Mirza took in a sharp breath as Shae pulled out and away. It didn't matter where the condom went as long as he got these goddamn handcuffs off of him. Really, he was going to be so pissed if Shae had lost the key. Then that boy was going to get a kick in the nuts. Hard.

He didn't even notice the way Shae behaved... Maybe because he was used to this sort of thing - the used and abused portion of the night. Usually he managed to avoid getting marked too badly in the abused part though. He wouldn't have been surprised if Shae had been in this situation before.

When his hands were free he held up his wrists to examine them and his face grew dark - anger rising up in him more than he wanted. Mirza said nothing as Shae applied the Vaseline to the chafed skin. He could take that but when Shae kissed his palm, Mirza jerked his hand back with a faint growl.

"Next time," he started with a rough voice, "if you mark me, I will hurt you. You're risking my job and my ability to make money."

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in_the_wings
2010-12-09 08:59 am UTC (link)

Whatever reaction Shae might have been expecting, that definitely wasn't it; the surprise was clear on his face. He hesitated for several moments after Mirza had ripped his arm away, then quietly screwed the lid back onto the container and replaced it in the drawer before extricating himself from the tangle of their bodies.

The used condom wrapper was deposited in a more appropriate location, and as Shae retrieved his discarded jeans, he was careful to avoid eye contact with his suddenly estranged lover. Handcuffs and key were returned to their proper compartment, and he slid back into his jeans with a grunt.

Shae wasn't much intimidated by any of Mirza's threats- after all, he was the one with the gun- but the unforseen anger in his partner's response was a bit of a blow to his ego. One of his greatest strengths as a lover, at least in his own mind, was his ability to gauge his partner's reactions and respond accordingly. He enjoyed a little rough sex, sure, and it had definitely been good for him...but apparently not so for the man on the bed. What signals had he misread?

"Nex' time," he echoed dryly, pride still stinging something fierce, "you may wan' t'ink twice befo' you bring a stranguh home."

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-12-09 09:12 am UTC (link)

Mirza sighed as Shae made to leave, obviously stinging from his reaction to the chafed places on his wrists. Carefully, he scooted out of bed as he was damned sore and stepped over to him, settling a hand on Shae's bare chest. "I'm sorry. Over reacting. I'm a vain little thing and this really will affect my work... But, maybe makeup can cover it."

He tried to find the words to explain for a moment before they slid into place, "Part of it... is the illusion that the dancer on stage can be yours, completely. If they get marked up too bad, that illusion is broken, you know? Don't be upset with me for being angry. It was good. Weirdly intense but good." Mirza peered up at Shae through his eyelashes, trying to look coy and sweet.

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