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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on May 31, 2010 15:08:04 GMT -5
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so hot, out the box, can we pick up the pace?
turn it up, heat it up, i need to be entertained[/color] ----------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] "Nngh..." A body began to stir in the bed sheets, untangling itself lazily from the comforting covers. There was another tired groan as a head of blonde hair finally emerged, pleasantly tousled after a night well spent. Though easy to mistake for a woman, it was a young man who glanced groggily about the bedroom. It wasn't his bedroom... But this was a common thing for this particular teen to wake to. He noticed that the room was a little bit darker than when he'd clumsily entered it, hands tearing away at clothes and mouths sucking, kissing, biting... Hm. It must have been sometime in the afternoon. Time really did fly when you were having fun, huh? And he'd had plenty of fun. There was a small, smug smirk on his face as his body curved into a languid stretch, pleased little hums purring from the depths of his throat as he felt a nice tingle run through his back. His lilac eyes glanced over to the second body on the bed and he drew closer, raking his fingers fondly through his bedmate's dark hair. "Mm, Fakhir... Stop it. I'm not ready to get up yet." The murmur of protest was followed by a playful swat towards Fakhir's affectionate hand, which was received only with an amused chuckle and a nip on the ear.
"I have to get home, Daisuke." He heard a grunt in response, only shaking his head and moving gingerly to the edge of the bed. "Round two was great, but now I'll be late for a class I have in an hour..." The Egyptian wasn't even sure if the man was listening, though didn't seem to care enough to raise his voice or prod him in the back. "It was worth it, though." He laughed softly as he rose to his feet, letting the sheets fall back to the bed while he began scooping up his clothes from the floor. His tight, black pants were pulled on gently to accommodate the fresh soreness he was sporting, but he really didn't seem to be in much of a rush despite what he'd just said about being late. Fakhir saw no reason to hurry. He loved this feeling; the aches and tingles that surfaced after a night (and/or morning) of time well spent. It was nearly as good as the warmth of the afterglow itself.
It didn't take too long for him to pull on his cropped, lavender shirt and stroke his fingers through his own hair to tame it just a little before heading out. He took a few minutes in front of the mirror, making sure the kohl around his eyes wasn't too smudged. As unashamed as he was of his promiscuity, he'd rather not go out on the streets looking too much like a ruffled hooker. After taking the time to preen, he glanced back towards the bed where his lover from last evening -- and this morning -- was still wrapped sleepily in the sheets. Fakhir kicked the end of the bed to jostle Daisuke, who only grunted in half-hearted disapproval. "Thanks for the good time," he said, turning to leave, "See you around." Nah, he probably wouldn't see or hear from him ever again. They'd exchanged phone numbers, but Fakhir was all too familiar with how this worked. If Daisuke had been interested in anything more than a rough one night stand, he would've probably made the effort to manage at least some lazy goodbye. Oh well. This didn't seem to have Fakhir in tears with a broken heart.
He took an orange from Daisuke's fridge on his way out, peeling it while he left the apartment and made to wander toward the nearest station. As he pried out a slice of the fruit and sucked on it, though, he found himself sidetracked. He didn't want to go home. He didn't feel like dealing with his sister's suspicious stares and he didn't feel like going to the damn Literature lecture later that afternoon. Who took courses in the summer, anyway? Idiots, that's who. And, despite the inkling of guilt that may have been pulling at the back of his mind, Fakhir decided he wouldn't be going to class tonight. It didn't hurt to ditch just a few times, right? So, not minding that he seemed to be roaming absentmindedly, he slid another orange slice in his mouth and carried on. His hips even swayed a little to the beat of the music that came with wandering into the Ginza district. He finished the fruit and tossed the shreds of peel into a rubbish bin, pausing to try and lick some of the sticky juice off his fingers (because Fakhir's playful habit of licking things usually didn't remain loyal to the bedroom).
As he did so, however, he felt someone tug on his elbow. Eyebrow raised, he glanced over to see one of street performers -- a few "new-age" dancers -- trying to pull him into one of their routines. Fakhir had seen them here before, having usually been amused when they pulled a few onlookers (usually embarrassed tourists) into some of their crazy dances. While the Egyptian was still sore from his fun with Daisuke, he was already aware of the expectant looks being thrown his way. He was a tousled-looking foreigner clearly on the walk of shame... Of course they'd try to put as much attention on him as possible. Tch, Fakhir didn't care. What was so shameful about having good sex with no strings attached? Whatever the case, the teen suddenly felt himself grinning. He was ditching class, he was feeling great... Why not live a little? He allowed for the dancer -- a young man dressed like some "punk" complete with spiked, green hair -- to pull him into the area that had been cleared for them. Throwing caution to the wind, the blonde followed the dancer move-for-move as the music changed into a catchy techno beat and the crowd looked on. A twist of the hips, a kick of the leg, a toss of the head... Yeah, he could work it. But as the dancer pushed him off into a twirl, Fakhir found himself losing control of his feet and tumbling into one of the onlookers. "Oomph!" So much for having mad skills.
notes; uh, this is open so anyone can join in. and, yes, the unfortunate onlooker would be your character. (: sorry~ you don't have to mirror this, btw. i'm just a loser.
listening to; for your entertainment by adam lambert (this is seriously fakhir's theme song, wtf)
muse; it's there... just sleepy like i am. *yawn* |
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Post by TAKAKURA HYOE on Jun 1, 2010 19:45:54 GMT -5
 ● ● ● ● ● Did that make you nervous?Darlin that's not even half of what I know how to do● ● ● ● ● It was late. Well, it was early, but he was late. His shift would have started half an hour ago, but it's not like he didn't know that. Calling in sick was always the best thing to do when you planned on getting hammered, anyways, right? Bright blue bangs were carelessly flicked out a set of eyes that matched. There was a hushed tittering from a group three girls, all high school age and clustered like puppies, to his right, but he wasn't interested. Even if he did care for the affection of women, jail bait was the last thing he felt like dealing with right now. Keeping the same steady pace as he picked his way through the busy masses of people was no easy task. He was tired, still, despite being given the opportunity to sleep in. Of course, he had tried that, but sleep was avoiding him today. The sound of his own ringtone, set obnoxiously loud, made him jump. He swore quietly to himself as he flipped it open, ignoring the few curious stares he had earned himself just then. " Hyoe! Hey! Dammit, you jerk, you're not even sick, are you?! Get your ass to wo--" Harshly snapping the phone shut, he switched it to 'silent' and slipped it back in the pocket of his fitted jeans. That was far too loud, and far too angry a voice to be dealt with in the morning.
He could hear loud music somewhere nearby, but didn't care enough to figure out where it was coming from. Not like he hadn't seen it before. Foreigners getting all but attacked by dancers and the like as they aimlessly traversed the streets, camera in hand to go with their lost expressions. Of course, maybe attempting to dodge through a crowded sidewalk was something to be done with ones full attention, and not just his peripheral vision as he stared blankly at the sky. This lesson had decided to teach itself to him by force. For a second, it was just a blur, turning into a clashing of blue against yellow, and purple against black. A short " Who the hell--? " was all that came out of hi mouth, more in shock than anger. On instinct, he reached up to grab their ( He, she? Nah, he, definitely. ) shoulders and help steady them.
Flicking his eyes quickly from the person whom had apparently been thrown off their axis, and the people writhing to the music, it was easy to guess that the 'dancers' had claimed another hapless victim. He tried not to laugh, tried, really, but he still managed a quiet chuckle in the back of his throat. " Oh wow. Hey, are you okay? " He grinned as he said it, letting them go to straighten the bright turquoise tie over the backdrop of a fitted black button down shirt, untucked of course. A moment to take in the sight in front of him, what looked to be a younger guy who'd just rolled out of bed, was long enough for him to decide that it could've been worse. " You gotta whatch it, alright? It'd be a pain if you pulled something like that and nobody was there to catch you, eh? " He half considered, half considered, taking the guy with to go get something to drink, but age might be an issue here. Not that he hadn't ignored larger things than that before.
notes: Guh~, maybe my falling down spell from the heat this morning killed my brain?
listening to: crying lightning by Arctic Monkeys
muse: probably what I'm listening to, maybe. |
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Post by KANAAN FAKHIR on Jun 10, 2010 17:58:11 GMT -5
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so hot, out the box, can we pick up the pace?
turn it up, heat it up, i need to be entertained [/color] ----------------------------------------------[/size][/font][/center] Well, Fakhir certainly expected to find himself in this little predicament. He should've just gone to class, right? Should've just taken a train home, taken a shower, then straight off to his Literature lecture. But here he was instead, all the more disheveled as he was tossed into a flourish of dances his sleepy feet couldn't keep up with right now. Was it really so bad, though? While his head was still spinning from the stray twirl he'd taken, he managed to blink up to see who'd taken him by the shoulders to steady him. He saw blue hair... blue? And a surprisingly handsome face. Well, well, well... What have we here? It took a few moments for the Egyptian to gather his senses back into place, but he wasn't at all disappointed with this literal "turn" of events. He heard the guy chuckling a little, though didn't seem to mind or even take significant notice. He was far too busy… admiring. Besides, he was well aware of how much of how foolish he must've looked, only bowing his face in a bashful gesture that wasn't as coy as it may have led on to be. Even as a tousled little mess, Fakhir was perfectly capable of playing at the top of his game. What game? Oh, there was always a game...
With a few "embarrassed" chuckles, the foreigner tried smoothing out his purple shirt, tugging on the hem which already wasn't designed to reach the waistline of his fitted black pants. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Took a bad turn," he laughed, now raking his fingers through his pale hair with a weak little smile on his face. "Are you okay? I’m so sorry… I totally didn't know what hit me!" In all honesty, now that Fakhir was getting a decent look at who he'd stumbled into, he wasn't sorry at all for his sudden lack of coordination. He only wished he accidentally fell onto cute guys more often. So he nodded apologetically, twirling one of his dangling earrings between his fingers before looking back into the man's face with his playful, lavender eyes. "Mm... Good thing you were around then. I don't think I could've picked a better stranger to catch me..." Already, the blonde's impish charm was trying to work its magic, even weaving itself into the slight grin pulling one corner of his mouth. He knew it was never very proper to come on too strong, but it was also pointless to pretend he didn't like what he saw. Nothing was accomplished unless you were proactive... And Fakhir was often very proactive about these sorts of things. Man, this guy was cute.
Eager to get out of the noise that the dancers behind him were offering in all the more gusto, the teen reached out to grab the man's forearm and lead him out of the crowd. It wouldn't do to get himself acquainted when there was so much commotion writhing on all sides. Already, Fakhir was wondering if such a handsome stranger wouldn't mind the flirting he was beginning to shamelessly dish out to him. After all, he'd had several mishaps with straight men who would just call him a "desperate fag" before shouldering him hard in the chest and sauntering off on their way. Sometimes it took a while for Fakhir to remember that not all men were homosexual. Men were "supposed" to like woman and make babies and other gross shit he couldn't be bothered even thinking about. But this guy just seemed to fall into place on the lusty Egyptian's side of the fence. Hopefully, anyway. He'd just test the waters, of course... see where it all led him. So, still a bit disoriented, he reached out to straighten the edge of the stranger's collar, speaking again while his eyes fixed themselves calmly on his attractive face. It was a nice face, he decided; older... but still young... Mmm. "So, does my knight in shining armor have a name?" Oh yes, Fakhir. So smooth. Well, half the fun was playing it up now and then. Couldn't he just enjoy himself with this one? Might as well try..
notes; fffs, sorry for the wait. D: And that this is so short and, omg. better posts to come, i promise. )8 fakhir's fun to write when he's being a shameless flirt, so that should definitely happen. /cling
listening to; buttons by the pussycat dolls. (stfu, mmk?)
muse; whoo? |
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