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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 8:12:51 GMT -5
Awesome. He was awesome, almost unnaturally so - the greatest teacher of all time, for sure! To him, at least. But that didn't constitute a molestation, did it? Well, maybe, but...oh, whatever! The point was that this sort of thing shouldn't be happening at all ever and oh god what if Arthur or the other teachers found out? The stuffy headmaster would kill him.
No. Both of them. Gilbert whimpered a bit against Ymant's lips, resisting the urge to bite him as that'd either spur him on more or have him hate him forever. And Gilbert didn't want to be hated, especially not by one of his own students.
Fingers clutched tightly at the others as they laced together, tried to grasp him, push him away, but his body didn't seem to be listening and Ymant was still kissing him and stroking down his body with those pale hands. Gilbert gave a low hiss as fingers brushed from cheek to neck, knowing the boy could feel his racy pulse and feeling his cheeks flushing pink with heat; god damn his sensitive body right now! Now the kid would be assuming things.
He had to force himself to listen as the Slytherin spoke, trying to resist head-butting him in the face or something, as that wouldn't do either of them any good at all no matter how awesome an escape plan it sounded in his mind. "I-I'm fi-fiiiiine...!" Oh, he'd not meant to utter that sort of sound, an almost needy whine that escaped him at the sensation of butterfly kisses on his jaw and neck. He wriggled a bit, focusing on drawing breaths somewhat normally and attempting to ignore the heat in his face, which only grew as Ymant kept speaking. He...oh god, he really liked him, didn't he? "Wh-what..." God, why was he asking? "What...were you going to say after graduation..?"
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 8:35:52 GMT -5
The whimper sounded so pleasant, assuming the reason to be from enjoyment. Ah, and when his hand holding was reciprocated... It was such a nice, happy feeling that overcame him. The nervousness and worry that had been sticking around in the pit of his stomach had dissipated entirely now. Here was perfection personified, flushing at his touches, his heart speeding up...
Trailing his palm down, he exposed just enough of the teacher's chest to let his hand rest comfortably over his heart. Here he could feel the muscle as it pumped even stronger, the mere realization that he was the one bringing about these reactions driving part of him wild. He made a mental note to remember that the Prussian seemed to especially like his jaw and neck kissed, judging by the long, stuttering whine.
"It isn't rather obvious yet...?" Smiling against the skin, he quickly returned his lips back to their previous home against his lips. After a longer, slightly drawn out kiss, he pulled back away. "...Ahh. Well... I never got it perfect, really... Something like... 'You're one of the most irresponsible, wild, and egotistic people I have ever known... But you're still the most wonderful and amazing person I have ever met. It's all those things that made me fall in love with you'... ...See? I... ...I have no idea when it comes to this sort of stuff. Maybe I'm not a poet, not the best at words... But they're honest ones at least, ja?"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 9:23:36 GMT -5
"Nnh.." Too much touching, too much touching. Gilbert's head was reeling because of it, and coupled with his confusion and his being unsure of what to do, things weren't looking good at all. On the one hand, he could try and stop it right now, before it went even further - but then that might make things even worse, if he tried forcing him away. He'd rather not have things turn violent. On the other hand, he could let it continue a bit -- his body seemed to like that idea -- and kind of...explain slowly that this sort of thing couldn't happen. Oh, god, he had no idea what to do; no student had ever done something like this before, either out of sense or cowardliness.
The albino reached with his free hand for his sweater, trying to tug it back up and cover his body a little, feeling his heart racing faster; it didn't help that it'd been a while since such an...intimate situation had come across him. He hissed again, softly, low in his throat. Perhaps he should've had some fun in the bath the other day... it might've helped lessen his sensitivity this evening.
"Y-Y--mmh.." He gave a little, rather unintentional moan at the kiss, although to him it was more a whimper of 'please stop'. "Y-you...love me?" It was worse than he'd originally thought, then; Gilbert had assumed he'd just... really liked him. Not...not love. Oh god, he really didn't know what to do now. it was sort of flattering to his egotistic side, but to his more...normal, subdued self, it was just terrifying.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 9:39:18 GMT -5
If only Gilbert would say the word, he'd immediately jump for him. Even if it meant backing away and pretending that nothing happened. His first priority was the albino's feelings about things, and still, he wasn't particularly getting the entire 'stop' vibe from him. The way his body seemed to react more on primal instinct was the only thing Ymant paid attention to.
With the other hand near his again, the blonde-brunette quickly grasped it after it had pulled up the sweater. Intertwining their fingers again, he waited and listened patiently. Why did Gilbert seem so... Surprised? That near-magical ability to overlook things right in his face just made him all the more lovable, though. Perhaps if he had been more bold all along...
"Nä. I do." Pulling the hand up to his lips, he gently kissed the back of the Prussian's hand. "I really believe I do. I've known you long enough to be able to tell now, right? I'm sorry I kind of..." The seventh year tilted his head down toward the pale ear again. He pecked the lobe, feeling almost free and bold enough to do whatever he wished to the unfortunate man. His lips just couldn't stop finding new pieces of skin he wanted to touch and memorize with them. "...Well. Waited so long to tell you..."
Ymant pressed a kiss to the side of his neck before tearing away, looking down with curiosity at the ruby-red eyes. Now would be as good a time as any for trying something new out, right? "So... Gilbert. How do you feel?" The actual name was a bit hard to say, at least in front of the man himself.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 10:55:48 GMT -5
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. What to do...whattodowhattodowhattodoohgod Gilbert wasn't sure if he was actually thinking at all, or if his brain was working so fast that he didn't even register it. He was going on the former, considering he still had absolutely no clue of what to do. He tried to sit up, to pull himself into a more dominant position -- one of a teacher, not of an equal or a lover or anything like that -- but with Ymant kind of half over him, the albino was having a bit of trouble. "I-I thought...you wanted to talk about exams...a-ah.." Body twitching at the touch of lips to his ear, he managed to withhold another moan in favour of concentrating on wriggling a bit more, and trying to turn the conversation back to something more...appropriate.
"D-Depending on how well your essays are written, if they're handed in on time, etcetera, I--ah--I could give you extra credit, extra house points, maybe...but you already know that.." He was rambling, really, attempting to distract the Slytherin even though he knew it was impossible. He'd loved him for years, apparently, so talking about essays and exams was...useless. But really, the albino had never been in this sort of situation, so he wasn't quite sure what to try, and something was better than nothing. Shivering now, partly with anxiety, partly with the pent-up need that grew with every kiss and stroke of skin Ymant bestowed upon him, the Transfigurations Professor blinked at the sudden question, staring up into slate-blue orbs.
"...Unsure," he responded, before lapsing into a tense silence he was likely to later regret. Gilbert, of course, meant he was undecided about what to do, although it could certainly be taken a different way by a certain somebody.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 11:41:37 GMT -5
"I did." His intentions on visiting had been innocent enough. The Prussian was the one to blame, inviting him into of all places his bedroom. Such an act could never seem entirely professional, part of the reason Ymant felt that sliding his hand joined with the Prussian's back down his own side was entirely appropriate in this situation as well. Gilbert seemed antsy, squirming underneath him...
Didn't he know they were rather past schoolwork talk? It was hard to even listen when he was speaking about such mundane things now. Letting go of his firm grip on the older man's hand, he rested his palm down just above his knee instead. The black stockings felt cool and soft to the touch.
"Such an attentive, focused man... Don't worry, Gilbert. I'll be sure to soak in every word you tell me. Forget about school for now..." Gently grazing his teeth against the long neck in front of him, he tried to think what to say in response. Sliding the digits up Gilbert's thigh until they disappeared under the bottom of the sweater, he was pleased yet curious as they encountered the lace trim of the stockings. How absolutely intriguing... His fingers ran along the fabric, unable to resist the urge to play with it.
With a slight chuckle finally, Ymant brought his lips back, speaking against the albino's. "Well... Obviously you care for me in some way..." Even if it was just the regular way a teacher would... "And you wouldn't let me touch you if you didn't like it, ja? Seems sort of sure to me..." With eyes half-lidded, the Livonian offered a kind smile.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 12:35:41 GMT -5
So when did it turn to this? Gilbert was confused, until he glanced about and remembered where he was, and what he was wearing. He still didn't think the attire was all that inappropriate, really, as it covered most of his skin, but maybe taking the kid into his bedroom while wearing such casual clothing wasn't the smartest of ideas, and seemed pretty unprofessional. He'd had the students in his room before -- not like that; he wasn't a lecherous pervert like Francis -- because it was warmer than the office, a bit brighter, and because he was trustworthy. He didn't do things like this, although he was certainly a sexual person. But not with his pupils! The albino whined gently, feeling his head spin with sheer pleasure when the other's fingers glided down his side, and simply dropped his arm to the floor upon being released, feeling his body tingling. This...really wasn't good--
"H-Hey..!" The albino blinked at the sensation of Ymant's hand creeping up beneath his sweater, amazed that he was bold enough to do such a thing, and flushed a slightly darker shade of red as he realised he was tracing the lace on his stockings. "Just...just because it's so late, doesn't give you the ability to call me by my name like that.. i-it's too...intimate," he protested somewhat weakly, drawing his legs together just in case the boy tried anything more. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stifle another moan at the grazing of teeth against his neck, feeling his body tremble.
"Nnh...the...it's not my fault, my body's.." Cheeks turning ever darker, the Prussian glanced off to one side, scarlet eyes reflecting the crackling flames so nearby. He'd never really told anyone about this sort of thing before, and while he did, sometimes, find it to be an awesome attribute, it was also rather embarrassing. "M-My body's...really sensitive, so even little touches are enough to.." He trailed off there, keeping his gaze affixed to the rug.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 13:28:40 GMT -5
None of his other students with their fleeting little crushes on Gilbert must have had the drive or determination that the Slytherin boy did. The second the albino didn't push him away--successfully or noticabley trying to at least--it led him to believe everything he was doing was fine. His hand stopped playing with the lace, creeping his hand up further. Not down between his legs, no, just up. In his mind he was already thinking what those undoubtedly equally pale legs looked like with the moon outside coming in to contrast with the fire... He skipped over the man's underwear, barely touching it before moving on to his hip. Stroking his skin there, he could feel a light, faded scar under his touch.
"Hm? What is it?" Ymant wasn't quite sure why the other called out, but when he began to speak about the name situation, the blonde-brunette did appear a bit crestfallen. Of all the things to complain about, it would have to be the name, wouldn't it? "....Ah. I understand... Shall I call you meine Liebe, then? Herr Beilschmidt would be a little too formal, right?"
With those tempting lips covered up with a hand, he was forced to return his attention to the other man's neck. Failing to see the point in his confession, the teenager continued to touch him. "...So you mean it feels good? I'm glad... It's supposed to." He licked down his neck, before resting his lips at the bottom of it. Kissing his collar bone, he rested his chin down to gaze up and admire the Prussian's face. "Do you like it...? Or am I going too fast?" There were questions starting to flood his mind of that nature, and he had to try and put a stop to them. Now was not the time to seize up.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 14:38:33 GMT -5
It wasn't that he didn't want to pull away, it was just that he wasn't sure that was the best idea right now. As previously stated, the last thing Gilbert wanted was for Ymant to hate him, and he knew that pulling away and stopping him would likely cause that. He wasn't really thinking about the fact that it'd probably hurt more and do worse damage if he didn't do that, though, because the albino's mind was already quite focused on the former dilemma. The Professor twitched, trying to keep from bucking his hips up and hoping the Slytherin's hand didn't stray anywhere near his crotch and feel that he was, unwillingly, rather turned on. Damn his traitorous body, damn it all to hell.
"N-No..! Not..not meine Liebe..." The albino sighed, staring at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Just...just use my first name, then." He'd be complaining about a lot more if he wasn't terrified of hurting the boy's feelings. He was just a kid, a teenager; people at that age were...fragile. Even moreso than himself.
He'd been hoping Ymant might have gotten the hint; that he was only reacting this way because of his body, and that he couldn't help it at all, and that he didn't want this and the feeling wasn't mutual, but apparently not. "J...Ja, but that's--nnh!" Oh god, not the neck, not again. Gilbert bit down on his lip, muffling another moan behind his hand as the other's tongue tasted his skin, so cool and pale and sensitive. Why was he using such phrases? How did he know what to say? Had he done this sort of thing before?
Dreamed about it?
The Prussian twisted at the rather vivid image he received upon thinking that; of the blond-brunette Slytherin writhing on his bed deep in the hours of the night, hands exploring his own body while his mind transformed the touches into that of his albino Professor. It was disturbingly erotic and strange and wrong all at once, and he shook his head - a motion that would likely be taken as a reply to Ymant's second question.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 15:58:32 GMT -5
The poor professor with his unguarded defenses as it was right now. He didn't know, nor would he ever unless something drastic happened, that nothing he could ever do would push away the Livonian. His admiration had plenty of time to blossom into a more deep-rooted obsession then the innocent love it may have started out as around his second year. By the fifth, he couldn't keep the professor's face out of his mind or his name off his tongue. Sliding his hand over to his navel, the teen began to rake his fingers down and back up his stomach.
"...I'll call you whatever you wish. If you're fine with Gilbert now... Then alright. I only want you happy and comfortable..."
It was his most familiar dream, actually. Never this exact scenario, but it was always him with the transfiguration teacher. All his words, he was just making up on the spot. After all, the dialogues he could remember from most of his daydreams and dreams were never like this. Never had he been in a more perfect situation of power over the Prussian. There was also no way for his mind to imagine this taste, sweeter than any wine he ever had the pleasure experiencing before.
"It's what?" His tone lowered. Watching the white hair fall from one side to the next as he shook his head, Ymant gave a slight grin to what seemed the response. His right hand, he pulled down against the teacher's body, their hands still joined. Sitting up a bit, he let his hand travel the length back down the lean torso, hand trembling slightly when he encountered scars. This time he dipped his hand between his legs, barely missing the man's vital regions. Sliding his hand underneath, he lifted the professor's leg slowly, turning his head to the side to press a kiss just where the lace began on his stocking.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined you'd be." Ymant admitted in barely an audible whisper.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 16:39:29 GMT -5
That was true - he was certainly pretty defenceless at this moment in time, what with the way his mind was working, the way he allowed such intimate and morally wrong things because of his want not to hurt the boy. Swallowing nervously, the Prussian gave the slightest nod of his head, hissing through the fingers clamped across his mouth at the touches to his stomach. "Mmn...t-that's...better than 'meine Liebe', Stalte," he murmured, twitching beneath the teenager, trying to keep as quiet as possible. It was embarrassing enough that his body was responding and obviously enjoying it; he didn't need to be vocalising that terribly wrong pleasure, either. At least...at least he was of age.
...Not that that made it any less wrong.
"N-Nevermind," the albino managed to utter in quiet answer to the question, and god he wanted to hit himself and the boy for allowing this to descend into...well, this. And what a mess 'this' was, too. Why was he speaking in such a husky, lustful tone? He wasn't really going to do something like that, was he? Gilbert could only silently hope he'd be satisfied with simply exploring his body, or something, although in the back of his mind he couldn't help but doubt his own wish; the look in Ymant's eyes told him that it was highly possible he'd be wanting more than just a touch. Why have a taste when you can drink the entire glass, after all? It didn't help that his more carnal side was pretty much screaming 'who cares that it's teacher and student, that you don't love him? It'll feel really, really good, and you know it!'.
The Professor trembled, slim hips arching unconsciously up toward Ymant's fingers as he ran them down past his vitals, barely brushing against them. He winced, clearly hardly able to control his own body's motions, before he suddenly found one leg being raised and kissed, and blushed a dark shade of crimson, both at that action and the words brought forth from the Slytherin's lips.
"W-Well...of course. I'm awesome, s-so.."
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 17:19:14 GMT -5
"...Bitte. Call me Ymant..." It was so endearing how the other was trying to hold in his every noise. Perhaps he was unaware of just how late it was, how unlikely it would be for anyone to come nearby... Still, the slim teenager mistook the twitching of his uncontrollable body for tremors of genuine welcomed pleasure. Of course he was willing to go as far as the other would let him, anything to keep him pleased. And he sure did seem pleased...
Ymant stopped holding the other hand, sliding it down to his other leg instead. Grabbing the hem of the sweater, he slid it up further. Hiking it up to just before the start of Gilbert's groin, his hand disappeared under the sweater. Shooting it upward, he let his fingers trail along every scar they found until he hit the Prussian's ribs. "Gilbert... Do you have to cover your mouth? No one will hear you except me... And I kind of want to." Ducking his head to hide his own flush, he nuzzled against the leg he still held up in the air.
"You are." Just like that, his hand was out from under the garment. Instead, he used it to shrug his robe off his shoulders. The feeling of being fully dressed compared to how vulnerable the professor was had been bothering the boy's slight obsessive compulsive disorder already. Now was time to level the playing field. Shifting with his leg momentarily to pull the sleeve off, he quickly rid himself of the gray silver and gold trimmed vest as well. "I can't think of a higher honor there would be then to feel your skin as close to mine as possible..." If that didn't make his intentions a bit more clear, perhaps stripping his tie off helped. With one hand flicking the buttons of his shirt open, pale, unmarred skin underneath becoming exposed, he nuzzled slightly against the leg.
Kissing and suckling gently on the inside of his thigh now, he lightly nipped each spot before moving his lips down an inch. His heart was ready to beat out of his chest now, wondering if this was maybe just all one wonderful dream.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 31, 2010 18:14:44 GMT -5
"...Ymant." It wasn't as if it was so much of a problem to call the teen by his first name, as he did all the time in classes and so on. It just felt...odd, in this situation. Intimate. Too much so. When his other hand was released, the Prussian immediately drew it up to his mouth, muffling his noises even more and allowing scarlet eyes to slip half-closed, framed with light lashes. He had to concentrate on breathing properly, on keeping quiet, on restraining himself as much as possible--
"Nnh...!" Oh god, too much touching...the albino twisted again, drawing in a shaky gasp, and felt his head spin dangerously, nauseating and not pleasurable at all. He blinked, glanced in the direction of the fire, and realised this was probably a bad place to go about such bad and morally wrong things - if he got too warm he'd end up passing out and then god knows what might happen. Distracted from this for a brief moment by the stroking of his skin, digits mapping out the pallid, scarred surface, Gilbert managed to push himself up into a position with his back off the floor, putting his weight in his lower body and resting on his elbows. "W-Wait," he panted out, sounding decidedly needier than he'd meant to. "I...fuck, if you're going to do stuff like this at least let me move away from the fire. It's too...it's too hot."
Nonononononono, why was he stripping off? Bad student, bad! He...oh, god. Gilbert winced, the fact that they were probably going to get extremely sexual soon hitting him smack in the face quite suddenly and smashing his little, naive hope into smithereens. "Ymant, wai--ah!" The albino's head snapped back abruptly at the feel of lips actually sucking and pulling at the sensitive skin of his thigh, a rather loud groan escaping him before he appeared to hear his own sounds of approval and swiftly went about silencing them with his own fingers. "L-L-Let...let me move, please..." he choked out, trying to ignore the way his stomach was already twisting itself into tight knots.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 31, 2010 19:01:43 GMT -5
Although it was nice to hear his name, especially so close... it was a shame he seemed determined to silence himself. The small noises that were coming out were absolutely delectable, he couldn't get enough of them. Closing his eyes to smile, he finished the last button of his shirt. Shrugging it off his shoulder, the rosary he always wore under his clothing was finally visible. With green and blue beads, as bright as the sea and land itself, they trailed down off into a small silver pendant from which a silver cross dangled. He wore it everywhere, the most precious thing he owned... Even if he'd soon enough have Gilbert as well, if all went right.
Opening his eyes as soon as he felt Gilbert's weight shift, he peered curiously up at him. That near-desperate sound made him stop, listening fully to every word. "...Ah...." Licking against the newest small, bright red teeth mark he had made against the pale skin in a slight apology, he carefully set the leg back down. "I'm sorry, Gilbert, I just kind of... Haven't done this before.. I didn't realize you'd get too hot..." Sliding his own shirt fully off, he let it fall in a crumpled pile with his vest and robe. "We can move anywhere you want to..."
Sliding both hands up under his sweater, he swiftly pulled the garment up the teacher's torso. With the larger than necessary neck hole, it wasn't difficult at all to completely pull it off of him. Wrapping both arms around his professor, he pulled him close in a hug. Finally at least, the skin on skin contact pleased him. Eyes traveling down, he then noticed the particular undergarments the older man wore.
Granted he hadn't seen very many woman's underwear in his life, or... ...Any... He could surely tell the difference between men's and woman's. And those... Although his throat knotted, a red darkening his cheeks, he let the sweater fall besides his own clothing. Ymant found enough of his voice again to ask curiously, "Isn't that... ...Aren't those...?" He figured the Prussian would know what he meant. Pecking his lips slightly, with a nervous smile, he rose to his feet and offered both hands down. "...Kind of eccentric, isn't it?" But what could be much hotter than his darling Professor down on the floor, clad in stockings and underwear? "..Suits you."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 1, 2010 16:33:45 GMT -5
He resisted the urge to grab at the rosary when it dangled in front of his eyes, resisted the temptation to pull it to him and and pray that Ymant would snap out of this stupidity and it'd all be all right and they'd go back to normal. He as the teacher, and the blond-brunette as the good -- if very unnaturally loyal -- pupil.
"It..it's the heat. The fire," he murmured, cheeks flushing ever darker even as his head continued to spin and the horizons of the world blurred, fire dancing overhead as his poor eyes struggled to see properly. "D-Don't apologize, damn it." Although really he should be kicking him away right about now, and telling him to say he was sorry for doing this. But he still didn't want to hurt him, still believed that, if he just let him do what he wanted, things would turn out okay. It was rather naive of him, actually.
"Anywhere that's...not near the fire." Gilbert didn't really want to say 'the bed' - he'd prefer to stay off of it, actually, because he wasn't sure if he'd be able to sleep in it afterwards, if they did anything there. The albino wanted to protest as his sweater was removed, wanted to grab at it and yank it back down, cover his scars up, but the hug that came after stopped him from doing so. Breaths coming short and almost gasping, he allowed himself to be pressed close to Ymant's body, emitting a soft moan at the sheer closeness and contact. It wasn't hard to see how obviously the other was staring at his choice of underwear, and the Professor blushed again, casting his gaze to the far side of the room. "Ah..j-ja, they are..."
Trying to pick himself up without reaching to take the offered hands and failing terribly when he almost fell back and had to grab on to Ymant to keep from collapsing back on the floor. Ah, he had to get away from the fire, that was for sure, before he ended up fainting. "Eccentric? I wear them a lot, so..." He'd never thought of it like that before.
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 1, 2010 17:27:15 GMT -5
"I understand." So, the professor was more akin to a snake then he had ever put much thought to before. Serpents despised the heat, after all. Perhaps he kept his classroom and office intentionally cold, then... It made sense enough in his mind. If having a choice over hot or cold, he'd easily chose the latter as well. "I'm sor--ah, I mean. ...I won't, then."
The moan made his cheeks emblazon red again. Oh, yes, he could get used to hearing that noise for certain. It was rather adorable to him how the other seemed a bit hesitant in responding. All the same, anyways. Dark fabric resting against the almost stark white skin was such an irresistible contrast, and the way the lace would show sheer flashes of pale skin... He was hardly noticing the scars, too busy still looking at the expanse of skin from his thighs to his hip.
He mistook the near-fall for something more desperate as he was grabbed, and gave a slight grin. The Livonian leaned in closer as he allowed the lithe body in front of him to grab him. "Even when you're teaching? How sinful." Ymant couldn't help but admit the idea gave his heart a slight jump though. He'd imagined during many Transfiguration lessons the professor completely bare, but apparently Gilbert was more hedonistic than he'd thought. Even better.
Sliding one arm down below Gilbert's waist, he took a deep breath before picking up the Prussian. Shifting him into a bridal hold, the blonde-brunette glanced around the room. His eyes caught sight of the nearby chair. There they should be just out of the fire's grasp, right? Shuffling backwards lightly, he carried the former Slytherin steadily. When he could feel it against the back of his legs, he sat down, placing the albino on his lap. "Is this okay?" He asked quietly, looking up towards his scarlet eyes. Shifting one hand around his waist and the other to his face, he pulled him into a heavy kiss right after his question.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 2, 2010 7:28:05 GMT -5
This was certainly an odd situation to Gilbert, who'd never had to deal with someone this infatuated with him before, who'd never been unable to say 'no' to a student simply because he didn't want them to develop feelings of hatred toward him. He shivered a bit in the other's embrace, nervous mind still working frantically although now it was, unwillingly by him, becoming clouded with lust that grew with every single touch and breath of air across his sensitive skin. This only made it ever more difficult to think, and eventually the albino, reluctantly, gave into his first thoughts - that this was all right, and that everything would turn out okay so long as he didn't push Ymant away.
So he allowed it, let the boy's hands touch him. Blushing a little more at the comment about him wearing women's underwear in classes, he gave the slightest nod of his head. "Only sometimes..." he pointed out softly, placing hands that were shaking more than he cared to admit on the Slytherin's shoulders, bracing himself and balancing his body so as to keep from falling back onto the floor. "Don't get any ideas," he added after a second in a voice sterner than it had been for a while now, a soft frown gracing his features.
He actually squeaked upon being lifted, having not expected such a thing - at least not without some sort of warning. "W-What...I can walk..!" protested Gilbert, giving a little whine but not bothering to struggle too much, lest he fall and hurt himself, or the both of them. This was embarrassing, though, being carried by one of his own pupils, and in a pose like this, too! He just hoped that no one would suddenly walk in, or some such. Not that anyone should, but there was still a hint of paranoia there for the albino. "Do...do you really plan on taking this...all the way?" he whispered as he was set down on top of the younger male, glancing at him almost shyly to meet that slate-blue gaze before finding himself being drawn closer. Caught suddenly in a deep kiss without warning -- Ymant seemed to like surprising him, clearly -- the albino uttered the softest of moans, feeling his body react in ways it really shouldn't; he clutched at the other's body, first at his shoulders before remembering he was shirtless and moving his hands to his hair instead, fingers threading through two-toned hair.
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Ymant Stalte
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 2, 2010 8:23:07 GMT -5
"...Sometimes, hm?" It was far too late. Just thinking of the classroom in itself, already the Slytherin could imagine the albino flushed and even more desperate than he was now, writhing and twisting on top of the same wooden desk the blue-eyed boy had sat in every day for almost seven years now. Their bodies moving absolutely in sync together, the groans and pants of the Prussian as beautiful as any music... All with the same garments pulled down to just one of his legs, the stockings and skin an even brighter contrast in the light...
"....A-any ideas?" His face flushed darkly. "...I'll try not to have any more..." Ah, it was natural with how every thought seemed to be laced with the Prussian that he'd slip up and think things more appropriating to his hormonal teenage-hood. If he could control it, he sincerely would since it had been asked of him. The squeak made him smile just before his own face could mirror a frown. "I know you can. Just trying to make you more comfortable."
The embarrassment, as sad as it was to sound, only made him happier. The Livonian found it absolutely wonderful how he could fall out of his egotistical self and become like this. The soft-spoken question made his heart race. All of it was happening so fast, he hadn't even had time to go over his religious conflicts with the entire situation. Losing himself in the kiss, he pushed it out of his mind just as quickly. The fingers in his hair felt like bliss. Licking at the albino's soft lips, he gently pried entrance into them. Letting his eyes close briefly, he slid his hands slowly down the lean torso infront of him. Teasing and barely ghosting his fingers over the skin, he came down to his thighs again, resting his palms down near the inside.
Silently he cursed in his mind. He was so worked up himself already, and tried to distract from his own little issue by lavishing more attention on the Prussian's more intimate parts. Ymant's touches were exploratory and tentative against the outside of his underwear, relishing the feeling against his fingertips. Pulling away from the kiss, he suckled Gilbert's bottom lip lightly before letting go.
"....Nä. Min ārmaz īlmas ūod set sa..." Eyes half-lidded, he didn't even realize first that he hadn't spoke the other man's language, or at least one they both knew. Shaking his head lightly and trailing kisses to his ear again, with a proud smile he declared his statement again. "Ja. Du bist mein ein und alles im der Welt." There was no shame in admitting it, none at all. "So... If you want me to. I'll take all of you and keep you mine forever in heart and soul... and body, ja?" With the 'ja', he pressed a bit harder against the flustered professor.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Apr 2, 2010 11:12:03 GMT -5
If only he knew what Ymant was thinking right now, Gilbert would've surely smacked him. Probably. Maybe. Thankfully -- for Ymant -- he wasn't a mind-reader, so the Slytherin was spared a possible slap and some pain, while the albino took a moment or two to look over the boy, his lust-clouded mind picking out attractive attributes to him. It felt wrong to think that his eyes were enticing, their colour glimmering softly in the firelight, or that his arms felt strong and safe like some sort of castle or keep, that he was immensely warm and his each and every touch eliciting tingling sensations cascaded down the entire length of Gilbert's body, they were so good, but then again he was barely thinking straight any more, not with these hot kisses and hands wandering his body. Each tiny brush of skin against skin struck up matches and set alight the intense, carnal fire in the depths of his lithe frame.
"Sometimes," he breathed shakily between kisses and gasps for air, nails scraping lightly at the boy's scalp as he clutched at his hair. Not knowing he was really a few years too late to stop any sorts of erotic images or ideas from entering the Slytherin's mind, the Professor spoke again, strongly; "Don't. Even. Think about it."
And it was likely a good thing that the albino'd let down some of his walls - if he'd been his actual self things wouldn't have turned out this way, that was for certain. If he'd been thinking right, Gilbert would've reminded himself never to relax that much around students again, but alas~ his more rational mind was off somewhere else for the time being, and even if it returned right this second, the probability of it penetrating that desire was pretty slim.
Ah, Ymant was turning this into something else already. He really didn't have that much patience, did he? Then again, the Transfigurations Professor mused somewhat needlessly, he was just a boy, he'd not done something like this before. He could feel his excitement pressing up against him from below, but by now wasn't even thinking about how wrong it was; he wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible if that's what was going to happen, so he didn't mind at all, and decided to urge things to go a little faster. "Nnh~" the albino groaned softly as he granted the Slytherin access to his mouth, feeling that wet muscle sliding against his, exploring while pale hands caressed his skin. He gave another moan, pressing closer, beginning to find a gentle rhythm to grind against the other body, digits still tangled in his hair as their mouths joined fully in a fierce kiss.
"A-Ahn.." Gilbert tried to keep his panting somewhat subdued, though his lust would be easy to notice due to the glimmer in his scarlet eyes. "Min...what?" He paused at the words, tilting his head and frowning curiously, before the sentiment was repeated in a language he did understand, and he promptly blinked, stunned. He'd not been expecting something quite like that...and, oh god, why was he asking if he wanted to? He did but he didn't at the same time and the Prussian was unsure of which part of him to listen to. He didn't want to be kept forever, but...now his body was all worked up like this, he wasn't sure if he could stop. "Mmn...f-fine," he murmured, casting his gaze off to one side again before uttering a shuddering gasp as the pressure was suddenly increased. And that was what had him grinding back.
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Ymant Stalte
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Apr 2, 2010 12:01:26 GMT -5
"...How can you really expect that when I have the most attractive man in the world on my lap? But I promise... No more thoughts for now. I have you right here after all, don't I? Why daydream when I can touch." It was true at least. Fantasizing and lusting in other ways was only making him more uncomfortable faster. Briefly, he did wonder if the professor had ever dreamt of this happening at well. With how easy he was seeming to return the feelings, he must have, right? His niave mind didn't think his idol would do something so intimate without there being love.
Other teenagers around the world throughout time may have always hoped and wished for such things like this to happen. He was living it though, holding the teacher's body closer and closer against him. A part of him truly believed it was his reward for loving him so fully and strongly. All the wonderful little surprises he was finding out as well were just adding fuel to the fire.
When the nails scraped against his head, he let out a small groan. Cocking an eyebrow, he shot a slight 'be careful' glance to the Prussian. He liked the hands weaving through his hair, but his scalp was a bit sensitive. The blonde-brunette immediately forgave him as soon as that lithe body began to press and grind against him, though. Slinking down into the chair, he spread his feet a bit wider as he dug his heels into the floor. Fuck, Gilbert looked irresistible when he would moan and shutter, but one thing still bothered him. "Hey... Stop looking away so much, ja? I want to see your eyes..." It was hard to pull his hands away when the former Slytherin so clearly enjoyed his ministrations, but he did anyways, the side of his hands tracing along his hips before making a stop at the small of his back.
Dipping his hands down into the back of his undergarments, Ymant's hands groped at his firm flesh, pulling the older man quickly down against his body, hard this time. He ground up against him, his inexperience in his movements showing clearly through his lack of skill. "...Especially... When I take you." Gruffly he murmured against his ear, a sly smile crossing his lips as he decided the time for teasing was nearly over.
"Good, good... Fine is good. And now..." Heavy breath against the pale neck, he laid a small bite against it. Sucking his exposed skin, his hands went to work slowly trying to peel the woman's undergarment down. "...we don't want you to ruin your pretty underwear. The stockings," licking at his neck, he switched to the other side, "I kind of like them though. Can they stay?" His voice sounded a bit hopeful as he slid the previous garment down past the stockings to his knees, expecting the other to remove them as his hands instead went back to their business of exploring exposed flesh.
"Mein Gott... I want you. So much..." Ymant tilted his chin up to nibble lightly on his earlobe.
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