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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 8, 2010 19:05:41 GMT -5
Gilbert tilted his head to one side, an almost curious expression dawning upon his features as he nodded slowly. "Jaaaa. Wait, you mean...you've never done that?" Well there went that image, and he was rather glad it'd left his mind, actually. Teachers weren't allowed to think such things about the students, after all, even if he wanted to. "Even though you just... really?" He shouldn't sound so shocked but then again, he'd expected Ymant to have had a good few dreams about him over the years, if he loved him as much as he did. That sounded so narcissistic...
"It's not a sin~. How else are you supposed to get off? You know, if you don't do that, your balls'll explode." Maybe he shouldn't be encouraging such a thing, but really, it was vital male hygiene to whack off every few days! Everyone knew that! Gilbert swayed side-to-side a bit, eyeing the rosary about the other's neck and frowning thoughtfully. Well, that did explain why he thought such a normal action was a 'sin', but...
Oh, there was that language again. The albino paused, his frown growing a little at the sound of it. "....Jõ...Jõv--what?" And then came the German, which he most certainly did understand, and he felt his cheeks flushing pink with heat. "A-Ahh...oh." How..how to respond to that... he didn't want to say 'I love you' back, lest the boy have even more reasons to think they were now a couple or the feelings were returned or something like that, but he didn't want to just say nothing, or something insensitive..
But then, he didn't quite know what to say apart from those things.
In the end, the flustered Professor settled for a simple, quiet 'thank you', shifting on his feet as he watched the boy linger at the doorway.
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 9, 2010 7:17:35 GMT -5
The blush on his face grew darker, the young man going rather quiet. Of course he had been riddled with dreams and fantasies his adolescent years, just... Ymant was rather a fan of keeping himself too busy to think about it. Also, he was quite adept at diving for ice-cold water... Even if he woke up with a particular-what he'd consider frustrating even-pain between his legs, he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure of taking care of it.
With a small grumble, he then began to speak again.
"...I... Well I don't and--and no! They won't! You're just saying that, right...?" The teenager frowned a bit nervously, glancing away. The grip on his rosary tightened, and he sighed, the blush beginning to go away. He'd get used to the other man's boldness eventually, he figured. In his mind, he still believed they'd be spending a lot of time together in the future.
The sound of Gilbert struggling a bit with Livonian brought a wistful look on his face. It'd been so many years since he heard someone even attempt it and fail. "...Nä. Jõvā īe. Nä means yes and well... Jõvā īe means good night... It's Livonian. A beautiful but... almost dead language. Inspired a lot by German." His face brightened a bit, almost a slightly dreamy, reminiscent look. "...Minā ārm sinā. It's another Livonian phrase... ...If you'd like, I could definitely teach you some..."
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead down against the door. His mind was still stuck in a state of nirvana, thinking how wonderful his upcoming relationship would be. "...I'm really glad I came here tonight. Tienū, Gilbert, for everything..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 10, 2010 22:45:03 GMT -5
"I'm not kidding, they will explode~!" repeated Gilbert, grinning some as he wandered this time to his desk, rifling through the papers set atop it and pretending he was doing something interesting. Really, all he was doing was attempting to tidy it up a bit before he slept. "At least once every two days, then... better to do it every day though, unless you like holding off and having really mind-blowing orgasms. They're good~."
...Maybe...maybe he shouldn't be talking about that, actually.
The albino quickly shut up about orgasms and such sexual topics, glad when the boy changed the subject to something else. He smiled a bit, just slightly, quietly admiring the way he spoke about his language. He could tell he loved it deeply. "...S-So what does that phrase mean? Mi-Minaa..." It'd be best not to fuck up Livonian any more, actually, so Gilbert decided not to try finishing that sentence, especially since he didn't actually know what it meant. "I...well. Maybe sometime if I'm not busy, ja?"
Oh, there was something else that was awkward to reply to. Gilbert bit his lip, chewed at it a little, before nodding his head. "Ja, ja, I know. Now off to bed with you, before you get caught or you sleep in for classes tomorrow. Kese~."
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 11, 2010 22:42:32 GMT -5
"I... Ahh.. I think I may take my chances..." The teenager's face was the same beet-red as earlier as now through his mind was coursing images of Gilbert's hands taking a hold of his own self, touching and caressing until he cried out as he reached his climax.... No, the thoughts coming to his mind weren't any good. Not for now anyways.. He'd have to just tuck them away for later.
There was a faint smile staying on his lips however, still watching Gilbert as he struggled with the word. "Minā ārm sinā means 'I love you'." Chuckling, he pulled away from the doorframe, still hesitating from actually leaving. "I'll tell you just a phrase every day. And help teach you to use your mouth. That way, you won't have any problems pronouncing it." He didn't see how what he had just said could be misconstrued, only beginning to walk out of the door finally.
"Mmn. Ja. I won't sleep for your class at least though, I promise." Bowing his head, he began to affix both sides of his robe together. When he finished with that task, he turned around as he walked away, waving his hand awkwardly. "Gute nacht, Professor! I'll see you later~..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 21, 2010 16:06:30 GMT -5
((ooc: this is so fucking crap agkhkskf))
"Suit yourself, then." Considering the scarlet colouration of the boy's cheeks, Gilbert was pretty sure of what was currently passing through his mind, and felt himself flushing pink. It probably wasn't a good idea at all to instigate such images in the boy's mind, but then...it couldn't possibly be worse than what they'd just done, could it? He sighed, shook his head, and gave a soft nod.
"I...I see." There was the semblance of a small smile on his lips at that, but it didn't last for long as Ymant continued speaking, and said something which, while it had probably been meant innocently, could also be taken for something extremely perverted. The albino coughed, his blush turning a slightly darker shade of red. "Us-use my mouth. R-Right.. I'm sure you'll be able to teach the awesome me lots." Oh, he was just getting himself even deeper into this, saying that sort of thing. How stupid.
When he realised Ymant was just about to leave, Gilbert's features lit up with some sort of relief, although he tried not to make it too pronounced. He just gave another little smile, waved back even more awkwardly than the Slytherin was waving, and sighed. "Gute nacht, Ymant."
...Now he could curl up in a ball under his bed and try and figure out what the hell to do before this got worse.
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