hopechess (hopechess) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-05-19 14:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | chess scott, kaydence wilde |
Who Chess and Kaydence
Where Kay's place actually. So rare
When Right after the chat also in this post
What Chess shows up and notices the lack of mirrors after a trip to the bathroom and this takes them both into new territory of some kind, whatever that is. lol.
Warnings Starts as an AIM chat and then moves to Kay's home and a scene with language, snippy sarcasm, and it seems to be moving into a smex scene if Chess isn't getting punk'd again. LOL.
Status In Progresso
(11:02:47 PM) PittSoDeep: KAYYYYYYYYYY
(11:02:49 PM) PittSoDeep: kay
(11:02:50 PM) PittSoDeep: kay
(11:02:51 PM) PittSoDeep: kay
(11:02:52 PM) PittSoDeep: kay
(11:02:53 PM) PittSoDeep: kay
(11:02:55 PM) PittSoDeep: kay
(11:02:58 PM) PittSoDeep: hey kay
(11:06:33 PM) showmejazzhands: what?
(11:06:47 PM) PittSoDeep: what kind of house do you live in?
(11:06:58 PM) showmejazzhands: ...why?
(11:07:07 PM) PittSoDeep: I'm curious
(11:09:28 PM) showmejazzhands: apartment
(11:09:42 PM) PittSoDeep: I wanna come see
(11:09:51 PM) showmejazzhands: why?
(11:10:51 PM) PittSoDeep: I wanna see where you live. You know where I live. And we totally kicked zombie ass there too. So, I should totally know where you live in case I need to protect your ass
(11:12:12 PM) showmejazzhands: if i tell you where i live i
(11:12:18 PM) showmejazzhands: I'll never get rid of you
(11:12:59 PM) PittSoDeep: You're not getting rid of me anyway. you like how I suck your cock too much. You'll want round 2 eventually.
(11:13:04 PM) PittSoDeep: besides
(11:13:18 PM) PittSoDeep: if you don't I'll end hanging around your work
(11:13:24 PM) PittSoDeep: waiting for you to get off
(11:13:30 PM) PittSoDeep: and following your ass
(11:13:34 PM) PittSoDeep: so make it easy
(11:13:45 PM) PittSoDeep: or I'll stay in your store like ALL DAY
(11:14:13 PM) showmejazzhands: i'll ban you from my store for life
(11:14:23 PM) PittSoDeep: I don't usually listen to rules
(11:14:34 PM) PittSoDeep: you also can't make me leave a public parking lot
(11:15:43 PM) showmejazzhands: you're a pain in the ass you know that?
(11:15:55 PM) PittSoDeep: you wanna find out?
(11:16:05 PM) PittSoDeep: ehhehe
(11:16:20 PM) showmejazzhands: -_-
(11:18:26 PM) showmejazzhands: [ insert spiffy address here]
(11:20:07 PM) PittSoDeep: I knew you'd tell. are you home rn?
(11:22:16 PM) showmejazzhands: if i say no are you just gonna wait outside until i come home?
(11:22:50 PM) PittSoDeep: that's was the plan
(11:22:59 PM) showmejazzhands: then yes, im home
(11:23:21 PM) showmejazzhands: whether or not i tell the doorman to let you in however is another matter
(11:23:52 PM) PittSoDeep: the doorman? dude. aren't you all fancy and shit
(11:24:01 PM) PittSoDeep: I'll just distract him
(11:24:10 PM) PittSoDeep: and climb in through a window or something
(11:24:28 PM) showmejazzhands: you can try
(11:24:56 PM) PittSoDeep: I've crawled in and out of a lot of windows
(11:25:01 PM) PittSoDeep: I'll manage
(11:25:29 PM) PittSoDeep: OMG NEW STORY
(11:25:32 PM) PittSoDeep: one time
(11:25:38 PM) PittSoDeep: I was doing this chick
(11:25:48 PM) PittSoDeep: and her dude came home
(11:26:16 PM) PittSoDeep: and I had to hide under her bed for like EVAR while they fucked and until they fell asleep
(11:26:21 PM) PittSoDeep: then I went out the window
(11:26:27 PM) PittSoDeep: that one was the funniest one
(11:26:57 PM) PittSoDeep: dude was huge. he woulda stomped my ass too
(11:27:10 PM) PittSoDeep: I wouldn'ta gone down without a fight tho
(11:30:53 PM) showmejazzhands: ...you really gonna try and climb through a top storey window be my guest
(11:31:11 PM) PittSoDeep: yeah
(11:31:12 PM) PittSoDeep: why?
(11:31:23 PM) PittSoDeep: or more like
(11:31:25 PM) PittSoDeep: why not?
(11:46:32 PM) showmejazzhands: you're a nutcase
(11:46:51 PM) PittSoDeep: if you say so
(11:52:18 PM) showmejazzhands: i do and i know nutcases
(11:52:47 PM) PittSoDeep: then how come I've only been in the top floor once and you more
(11:56:00 PM) showmejazzhands: you're better at not being caught i guess
(11:57:19 PM) PittSoDeep: I am pretty slick
(11:57:21 PM) PittSoDeep: hmmmmmmmmmm
(11:57:25 PM) PittSoDeep: maybe I am then
(11:57:28 PM) PittSoDeep: whatever
(11:58:03 PM) showmejazzhands: whatever
(12:08:12 AM) PittSoDeep: HAY
(12:08:19 AM) PittSoDeep: when I'm there will you draw me
(12:08:42 AM) PittSoDeep: I'm bringing my ax too
(12:09:02 AM) showmejazzhands: ....we'll see
(12:09:09 AM) PittSoDeep: alright bro
(1:06:09 AM) showmejazzhands: so you coming over or what?
(1:06:12 AM) showmejazzhands: i aint got all day
(1:06:43 AM) PittSoDeep: dude. fuck. sorry man. Hooker suddenly wanted doritos and onion rings
(1:06:51 AM) PittSoDeep: I'm coming
(1:06:53 AM) showmejazzhands: sure
(1:06:56 AM) showmejazzhands: hooker wanted them
(1:07:15 AM) PittSoDeep: I ate some too
(1:10:38 AM) showmejazzhands: i figured
PittSoDeep:
Chess was sitting in his studio about the time Kay pinged him again knee deep in junk food and soda cans getting thoroughly distracted as only Chess can. He and Hooker really were sitting there pigging out together, but of course this was all Chess's doing and he was stingy on the snacks with the dog too telling her she needed to watch her figure. So, he stood up and dusted off the crumbs onto the floor and figured Hooker would just lick them up while he was gone. He actually bothered to change clothes this time, gave himself a quick shower and everything. He even picked out clothes from his closet instead of the floor. He was looking rather snazzy for Chester, wearing black jeans with holes in the knees, a button up white shirt, and tie hung very loosely, top buttons undone, bottomed out with some converse sneakers. Someone might actually think he was going someplace special, like when he gets done up to go clubbing. Then he hopped in his car and headed to Kay's address and carried his guitar in it's case at his side. The boy looked like he was ready for gig when he arrived at the door, rolling his eyes at the doorman. Chess was already checking out the windows just in case Kay decided to fuck with him.
showmejazzhands:
Dressed in his usual impossibly tight black jeans Kaydence was lounging around on the sofa in his living room, laptop open on the coffee table in front of him, a mug of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other and an unzipped hoodie hanging from his shoulders, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath when he heard the shrill ring of the telephone on the opposite wall. For a moment he just sat there and watched it, contemplating not answering, with a sigh though he dragged himself up off of the couch and crossed the room, holding the receiver to his ear. ”Mr Wilde, there’s a young man here to see you, says his name is Chess?” Kayden laughed softly, a dry and sarcastic sound in response to the tone the doorman had used, Kay never had guests, in fact it was a very rare occasion indeed that he ever gave out him home address. “Yeah fine, let him up.” He sighed out, sounding at though what he said was actually the very last thing in the world he wanted to do.
PittSoDeep:
Chess heard the tone in his voice. That was Kay alright. Chess did something funny too before he went up. He pulled out a 20 dollar bill and shoved it in the door man's front pocket and got up to his face and said, "This is for you to keep your mouth closed. You didn't see a thing today honey" as if he was prostitute or something. No idea where Chess came up with that one but the look on the doorman's face apparently was worth the 20 bucks because Chess went on up with a big 'ol smile on his face thoroughly amused with himself. He went on up the elevator and had some weird flashy memory of Kay and him in an elevator before but he couldn't quite remember it all. He was trying to fit all the scrambled pieces in his head together when the door opened and his mind quickly forgot and went on to find the door. When got there, he tapped the door with the back of his knuckles then stood back and a hand went up to his hair subconsciously smoothing it over without really thinking about it.
showmejazzhands:
Having stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray he had sitting right there on the coffee table beside his laptop, Kaydence promptly moved to light another, he couldn’t seem to help it, just being around Chester seemed to turn him into a goddamn chain smoker, the guy had a habit of crawling in under Kay’s skin and staying there and that bothered him, a fuck load in fact. He hadn’t been lying that day when he’d told Chester that he didn’t need his money to buy him a gun, Kaydence was loaded, fill a room full of hundreds and roll around in them loaded, light your cigarette with a fifty dollar bill loaded and most of it he hadn’t even earned himself. His mother may have disappeared on him but she hadn’t left him helpless, he had enough to buy ten of everything money could buy and more. Hearing the knock on his door he zipped up his hoodie and crossed the room, reluctantly, removing the chain and unlocking it without actually pulling it open. “Wrong door, fuck off.”
PittSoDeep:
Chess tilted his head at the sound of Kay's voice. Kay just had to make everything take three times as long and two times as fun as everyone else. Why Chess liked being treated like this, who knew? But, to him it was cute narcissistic sarcasm. He was clueless anything truly evil might have been really lurking between that red head's ears. "Too bad." And he said placing his free hand on the doorknob, "Your neighbors are gonna really get pissed when I start writing Kay was here all over their doors." Then he took really quick hard jerk to turn the knob.
showmejazzhands:
Kaydence rolled his eyes the moment he heard that and the second he started to see the doorknob twist he took a step back out of the way, watching the door swing open as though someone had opened it thinking they’d be hit with resistance only there was none and he raised an eyebrow, watching as Chess practically fell straight inside. “You know one day you’re gonna try and that and chances are the door’ll be locked and the only thing you’re going to achieve is a real fucking sore head.” He told him, in his usual dry, I-Don’t-Give-A-Fuck tone, turning his back on the other and making his way back to the couch without so much as a second glance in his direction.
PittSoDeep:
Chess went flying in with a little more momentum than he intended and cursed under his breath gaining his equilibrium."Whatever dude." He said as he finally closed the door behind him and then really looked around. "Wow. You should be on Mtv Cribs. You have a kick ass pad honeybuuuuuuuunybooooooo-" he was drawing the name out real slow and low as his eyes caught the glimmer of the floor's smooth surface "-ooooobuuunyyyy" Then he set down his guitar case and turned back to look at Kay with cutest poofy cheeked ear-to-ear grin Chess could produce. Then without warning or invitation he was jerking his converse right off his feet, hopping around on one foot for the first one then snagged the other one with his heel and kicking it off, leaving him in a nice pair of new whites right outta the package his gramma had given him and went running through Kay's house sock sliding across the floor like this was a skating rink. "I'm moving in." He laughed before running in the other direction and doing it again, giving his hips a swivel at the end of his slide.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden sat right back down on the couch in front of his laptop, seeming not to notice anything the other was doing even though he could see every move he made from the corner of his eye. “Try that and you’ll discover just how good I am at aiming that glock right at your balls.” He drawled out when the other mentioned moving in, sounding completely dead serious before he went about online paying his electricity and water bills, lit cigarette billowing second hand smoke up toward the ceiling where he’s sat it to rest balanced on the side of his ashtray, hand reaching out blindly for where he’s left his coffee.
PittSoDeep:
Chess was plain occupying himself having a blast and he'd barely gotten there. He wasn't like Kay and ignoring what the other was doing. Chess noticed, he was just having too much fun to care if the other was participating or not. He also decided to take it upon himself to go soxk sliding in through doorways, hanging on the frames and looking right and left to check each area out. Then also took it upon himself to go looking in the kitchen to get himself a cup of water and slide on into where Kay was. Chess never even acknowledged Kay's glock comment going about his own thing. Chess was at a point where no matter how serious Kay looked or sounded, Chess wasn't rattled because it just kept happening. All the more reason he had his own theories on Kay's personality, not that he really gave it that much thought. But he came up behind Kay and flung his arms around his neck, and patted his chest with his palms like he were playing the bongos, head over his shoulder, "Whatcha doing? Bills and shit?" Looking at the pile of stuff in front of Kay looking honestly curious because Chess always was.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden arched an eyebrow the moment Chester came around and seemed to just stand there hanging off of him and leaning on him, argh, it was a cold hard reminder to Kay just why it was he’s never liked children and why he’d rather die a cold, violent and bloody death rather than have them. “Looks that way doesn’t it.” He drawled out simply, finishing up what he was doing before his arm reached out to close his laptop and his other hand reached for his cigarette, his attention finally turning to the older male. “Okay, what do you want?”
PittSoDeep:
"I don't know? You wanna wanna watch a movie." But then he answered himself. "Naw, I'll probably piss you off talking through the whole thing. I do that." Then he paused. "All the more reason to watch a movie?" He laughed. "I bet you slide in your socks in here all the time. You might as well have bought theme park." He chuckled a little bit at himself as he backed up and started to finger through Kay's hair. "This color is holding pretty well dude. I did a good job. And to think all those people bother going to beauty school and such I'm a natural raw talent." He had that silly sarcasm tone in his voice. Then added, "I gotta take a leak. I'm finding your bathroom."
showmejazzhands:
Shifting back a little to make himself more comfortable on the couch, his bare feet coming up to rest upon the cushions Kayden’s sat there sipping on his coffee and watching the other male before him, looking as though he wasn’t paying much attention or much mind to anything Chester was saying when he actually was. “Well off you go then, babycakes.” He drawled out, jerking his head in the general direction of the bathroom without actually telling the other where to find it. Kay treated Chess just like he treated anyone else, at least he thought he did, the reality of the situation however was that if it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have told them his address, if it had been anyone else he wouldn’t have let them in the house and if it had been anyone else he probably still wouldn’t be talking to them.
PittSoDeep:
Chess got a real kick outta being called those "pet names" even if somehow they came out more patronizing than cute or sweet. Don't know what it was, he just seemed to cut through some of Kay's crap, that or was awfully dense? or oblivious, or maybe just didn't have enough respect for himself? or who knew what it really was? This was Chess and he wasn't even just putting up with it or tolerant. He liked it. That was the weird part. Then again, it did build up on him the day he went storming over to the record store. So, it must have gotten to him on kind of level, just not one he consciously put thought to all the time. He went off shuffling in the direction Kay motioned and did his business. But when he went to the sink to wash his hands there was no mirror. It felt weird, like even though he was in some luxury apartment, it made it feel like he was in a run down shoddy bar toilet where the patrons had broken the mirror and the owner refused to keep replacing it. He looked around the room thinking it had to be one of those weird ritzy designs that don't make sense but still no mirror. After he wiped his hands on a towel he took a moment leaving that room to look through the others still looking for that complete bathroom break feel of seeing your own face before heading out back to the world. But, he saw none. Then he remembered the secret post online and started to connect this together. Wow. He really meant it. Something about that put Chess in a different mood. He'd probably have bounded out there asking all sorts of irritating questions if the secret post hadn't happened, but instead he walked back out Kay and sat next to him, pulled his knees up aside him, getting right cozy beside him, and still as usually coming right into Kay's personal space zone and played with another piece of his red hair near his ear letting his eyes fall over the features of Kay's face wondering what it was like to really have never looked. He was quiet too and still, not the usual un-drunk Chess mannerisms.
showmejazzhands:
When Chess returned something was off and it was a something that Kaydence noticed straight off the bat, his eyes followed the other as he walked back into the large open space of his living room, hazel orbs following him all the way until he sat back down again. He didn’t say anything, he let the older male take his full of whatever it was on the red head’s face that he was staring at and it wasn’t until after he’d finished off his coffee and stubbed out his cigarette did the foreign silence really start to bug him. It was so, unlike Chess, and here Kay had been thinking that he didn’t know a damn thing about the other because he didn’t care enough to listen to anything he had to say, obviously, he had been wrong. “Alright.” He sighed out, turning where he sat on the couch to face the other. “Spit it out.” He told him, eyebrows arched in his direction. “What the fuck did I do now? What’s so terribly morbid about my house that it’s stunned you into silence?” Obviously something had changed between the moment Chess had gone in search of the bathroom and now, but for the life of him Kayden couldn’t figure out what that was.
PittSoDeep:
Chess lifted a shoulder and held it there canting his head towards it and even with such hard comments in front him and that mannersim Kay always had, Chess's manner didn't change much. As his shoulder came back down into place he reached up slowly to Kay's face, his shiny bronze eyes still seemed captive of what he realized Kay had never seen for himself. "I just...." He was slowly spitting it out, "...well..." his fingers traced over his brow and down his temple and his thumb up his cheekbone. "...I just can't imagine what it would feel like" his eyes roamed over to the opposite cheek. "-like to be you. Never seeing this" He referred to his own face. "You don't even know how beautiful it is." Oh gosh Chess. Don't you know Kay well enough by now? It would be no wonder at all if he whopped you right upside the head for going on like that. But, Chess could only speak from the place he was thinking from.
showmejazzhands:
Kayden had his eyebrows raised, an irritated look on his face the longer he watched Chess and didn’t get an explanation and then the other had to go out and touch his face and say that of all things it had to be those words out of his mouth. It actually took the younger male a moment to figure out what brought that on and in that time he was quiet, just watching Chess right back in return before it finally dawned on him. The mirrors. Most bathrooms had them. “I’ve got a drivers licence remember, I’ve seen my face.” He told him lifting one shoulder in a shrug. “You might need your eyes tested, pumpkin, because it’s just a face; it ain’t much to look at.”
PittSoDeep:
"Driver's liscence photos always suck and never really look right." Chess explained as if Kay really might not know it all things considering. Then he actually answered Kay's question as if it wasn't rhetorical sarcasm. "I had 'em checked about a month ago, I'm good." He said as if Kay really cared about that information. But, he leaned in even further and kept tracing different paths on his face, even down the bridge of his nose. But Kay calling him pumpkin did trip a little wire in his brain and he said while he was petting his face, "I carved this one pumpkin one year that was like all green and weird so I turned it into like an army dude so it looked like camoflage." So random, but that was Chess too, just before his face even came in close. Why this was such a big deal to Chess who knew, but it was. The concept seemed not only bizzare but sad. He'd had a lot of just chilling out and being silly, just hanging like buds and doing their thing kinda situations with Kay and he liked him, but that was first moment something about Kay touched him in a different way.
showmejazzhands:
There, right there, that simple little spout of random information basically summed up Chess entirely, at least for Kay. He was the type of guy to make the most of a situation, he was the type of guy to see something ugly and unwanted by anyone else, take it and somehow manage to make it something admired by other’s. It was a really rare quality one he was growing to appreciate in the other, Kay himself had a tendency to just like the strange and bizarre things no one else wanted, he always had, he didn’t possess that magical touch to transform it into a masterpiece like the older male in front of him. He didn’t shift back even as Chess continued to move closer, his eyes watching him for a moment longer before they finally slipped shut, a soft chuckle escaping his slightly parted lips before they transformed slowly into a smirk. “Maybe I should buy you a cat, obviously your dog isn’t up to par with satisfying your petting needs, Chess.”
PittSoDeep:
Chess huffed out a sound between a chuckle and a snort at that comment, an airy sort of sound. "If you did that I'd have to keep up with a litter box and Hooker would probably do something stupid like drag it around the house. I have a hard enough time keeping my house clean with all my guests leaving all their crap everywhere all the time. No thanks." He let his nose hit Kay's cheek as his finger slipped off the end of Kay's nose and touched his lips. Then he couldn't help himself once he was that close and kissed the side of his cheek near his jaw while his fingers took turns on Kay's lower lips before smoothed his hand back up through his hair and added, "Guess you'll have to do then"
showmejazzhands:
Kay’s eyes remained close, his attention wavering between the sound of Chester’s voice, what he was saying and the feeling of his fingers tracing over his lips which parted slightly in response, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side when those lips touched so close to his jaw, neck arching in a way to give the other more room, in a way that encouraged him to continue. “Mmmm...if you’re lucky.” He breathed out, but the usual patronizing tone that always seemed to accompany both his words and his sarcasm had seemed to have faded out from the situation.
PittSoDeep:
It was a moment like this Chess should know better, at least if he paid attention to any sort of pattern that was, it would be really expected that Kay would pull him in only to cut him off just when he got excited, or turned on, or whatever the situation was. But, Chess didn't have those patterns in his mind right then and "I'm usually not lucky" was whispered before another small kiss made it's way to about mid-neckline, his body pressing in on Kay then, his knees lifting slightly raise him up just enough to bring his face above Kay's. But, what he whispered wasn't referring to being lucky with Kay. He referred to something entirely different. He was actually meaning, he never had good luck at all. There was even a slight undercurrent of lack of self esteem in his tone. That was the Chess that usually stayed hidden on that guitar diva with the so-called huge ego. There was whole lot of never-good-enough even when he was awesome that rolled around from never really making the career goals he wanted to. Chester believed in luck too. That was the thing. It was like he knew it. He just knew it through to his core he was awesome and deserved that spot of fame he couldn't quite get a hold of. But, he didn't know the right people, or connections, or something always happened to ruin his path to the top. He blamed bad luck and that was out of his control. Then while he looked down into Kay's face he brought up both hand used both thumbs to smooth over his forehead, each working from the middle out and around his temples, simply still petting. But, he was bringing his lips close in on Kay's then too, breathing against them. But, didn't press full contact. It was like he was using his mouth "see" Kays face then, instead of his fingers.
showmejazzhands:
“Mmm...sucks to be you.” Again there was no real fire behind Kayden’s words, they were light, they were breathy and they were barely above a whisper almost as though he wasn’t entirely aware of what he was saying, as though he was talking merely for the sake of talking which for the young red head was definitely out of character. He was distracted though, completely and utterly distracted by the older male that was practically on top of him, the second kiss making him purr in the back of his throat. He didn’t open his eyes, he didn’t move a muscle and he didn’t make a sound, almost holding his breath as Chess moved closer, feeling the heat of the other’s body against himself, the breeze of the other’s breath ghosting over his lips. For a long time he didn’t move but slowly his hands began to wander, first his fingers brushed ever so lightly along Chester’s clothed sides, realizing for the first time since the other’s arrival just exactly what he was wearing, wondering briefly why he’d gotten so dressed up. He tried not to think about it, something that proved rather easy with the distraction of his own hands, one coming to rest on the small of Chess’ back the other coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him close, pressing their bodies flush together.
PittSoDeep:
"You have no idea" he barely whispered back before finally pressing his mouth all the way against the other's and lifting his leg up and over Kay's lap, very similar to the first day they met, ending up on top of him and able to have much more control over that kiss and leading it deeper. Strangely, everything felt very slow to Chess, where usually, the world to him was alway spinning and going so fast he couldn't keep up. Maybe that was part of his alcohol addiction, it made him feel like he could keep up? But, right then Chess felt a comfortable slow, a foreign slow, but an enjoyed slow, if that made any sense at all.
showmejazzhands:
When Chess finally touched their lips together every single part of Kayden’s body seemed to sing out in response, a throat groan escaping him the moment that leg hitched up over him, letting him pull Chester even close still as he returned the kiss. Usually Kayden was all force, he was the one on top, he was the one in control of things and if he wasn’t it was usually only to lead people on, lead them into thinking they had the control when in fact they didn’t and much like the day he’d first met Chester those were the situations where he tended to leave people high and dry, aching for more. This, this was different though and Kayden wasn’t sure when that had happened or why but he wasn’t doing anything to stop it. He let Chess deepen the kiss, his lips parting in response and acceptance, a low hum vibrating up from his throat the moment he tasted him on his tongue.
PittSoDeep:
Chester, if he was thinking at all would have have wondered what the catch was and when the got punked cameras were about to show up and confess, but he wasn't thinking at all, just doing. His face pulled out of that kiss with eyes that barely looked open they were so lidded, peeking through slitted windows that opened slowly, still taking another moment to look at the face that never had truly seen itself as both his tattooed hands took each side of Kay's head into his grip and turned his head slightly the left as his face came back in right. When this kiss deepened (still feeling like slow motion speed to Chess) he not only controlled it by mouth, but made Kay's head turn into each way he felt it naturally. He also took a slow rock forward with his hips grinding yet another impossible to not be noticed arousal down below. But, in the middle of that move and he dropped Kay's head from his hands and pressed through harder to taste the very depths of him while those free hands gripped into each of Kay's biceps and squeezed with strong hands, the muffled sounds of a moan getting lost in that kiss.
showmejazzhands:
Oddly enough, Kayden let him do it, he let him do it all even though he wasn’t entirely sure why. If his mind had been anywhere within the equation of the two bodies he would have shied away from himself, away from what he was doing, it would have, on some level or another frightened him senseless. It wasn’t there though; all that was there at that moment was Chess and the way he felt pressed up so tight against him. He gasped through the kiss, his moan lost somewhere between them the moment those hips rolled down, his own rocking up to meet the movement, the nails of one hand digging into Chester’s hip through the fabric of his button down, the other applying just a little pressure to the back of the other’s head, bringing their lips harder together, his tongue waging a rather surrendered version of war against the organ in his mouth.
PittSoDeep:
Those digging nails and was a surefire way to encourage Chess to keep going and when that one ended and their faces parted reached up tugged at his tied before slipping it over his head with a little ducking motion, but he didn't toss it aside. He took it in both hands, hips still pushing something needy into Kay's, as he slammed that tie right down around Kay's head down to his shoulders. Then in another fluid motion he wound that tie around one hand and tugged -sharp- whipping the fabric across the flesh of neck till taught (nothing air restrictive) where Chess looked with a smirk of his own before pressing in for another kiss, but nipping his way first, little tugs of skin snapping back into place with each one that made it's way back up his neck and jaw till they finally met full on.
showmejazzhands:
By the time the kiss broke apart Kayden wasn’t entirely sure he remembered how to breathe without the feel of Chester’s lips against his own, his eyes had barely opened when that tie was slipped over his neck, the pull to the fabric and the jolt it caused on his neck making him gasp, a hissing, almost growling sound escaping him in response, eyes open and watching the other, watching that goddamnfuckingdeliciouslooking smirk spread across those pierced lips. The sight had him hard, had him aching and his hips rubbed up against the other in response, head falling back when those teeth started up against his skin making moan, making both his skin and his clothing feel too tight, too constrictive to the point that it was about to drive him...well, even more insane than he was already classified. “Fuck...” He groaned out but whatever he had to say next was cut off by the other’s lips, the little ring through the corner cool against his heated skin, his arms hastily moving to wrap around Chess’ neck, pulling him close, his upper body finally reclining, moving back to lay on the couch, pulling the other with him as he moaned.