<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Atomic Density of Sealing Wax"</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img2-ak.lst.fm/i/u/770x0/170aebbb4227403d8c9778599a42051c.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Elijah Montero<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 21<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Hallway, Gottwald Center of Sciences | 9/2/16 3:45PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Antonie Jepson  <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/>He felt the electricity when it struck him square in the gut, actually managing to leave him speechless for a second. A first. Who the hell was this kid? <br/><br/>Watching him with curious, dark chocolate eyes, they took on a hint of amusement when he started babbling again. Guy was a walking Encyclopedia and then some. It would've been intimidating, aside from the fact that he was still stuttering, blushing, and passing casual glances over his khaki-clad areas. Ah... he must've been in the process of reformation. How fortunate then, that he would run smack dab into just the man who would quell that question on sexuality, for him.<br/><br/><strong>"Pleasure to meet you, Antonie.."</strong><br/><br/>Taking a careful step forward, hands laced behind his back in a restraining fold, he leaned up onto his tip toes and set a kiss to his cheek, as any good Frenchman would do... despite being Latino through and through. Once there, though, he lingered. Breath light and warm against his neck, he was distracted by the heady musk coming off his skin. Seriously... who the fuck <em>was</em>  this guy?<br/><br/><strong>"...absolute... pleasure."</strong> <br/><br/>Struggling with his own words, now, he tried to pull back, but only managed to gain a few inches in reverse, pulling around to make direct eye contact. Fuck. He was in trouble. His lips curved in this slight pout, which was entirely.. ungh... lickable. Was it appropriate to tongue fuck somebody you just met? Probably not, but that didn't mean the idea wasn't running rampant as he looked him over. His jaw was strong... masculine... it'd probably look even better when he made him drop to his knees and.. FUCK.. He was going to need a shower. <br/><br/></span></span>