[Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor
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				Title: <strong>[Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 06:23:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>CHERRYWOOD</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">THE MOUNTED STEED</span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">SECOND FLOOR</span><br>OOC and Nav. Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162522.0)<br>Cherrywood Grounds (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162524.0) (general outdoors)<br>The Mounted Steed -- First Floor (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162523.msg7521466#msg7521466) (inn, pub)<br>The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor (inn, rooms)<br>Hwarin Iire (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=162936.0) (brothel)</div><br>This is a Private Game.<br><br>Also the name of their house wine, the Mounted Steed is known most for their drunken festivities, hosted by the owner, Marcus Fitz.&nbsp; It isn't uncommon for parties to result in public sex, here, thus why no minor is allowed into the inn, and also why rumors have spread that Marcus puts aphrodisiacs into every glass.<br><br>The first floor harbors the pub.<br>The second floor contains bedrooms.
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 06:32:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Edouard sighed a bit now that they were behind closed doors, eyes on Jereil, a serious and unamused expression on his face. He saw how the other man looked amused, so he figured he'd been making some assumptions, and leaning back against the door, he eyed him, folding his arms across his chest.<br><br>"Yeah, okay. You got me. What do you want to keep your mouth shut? Money?"
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 06:41:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil chuckled quietly, offering a gently smile as he calmly stepped over to his dresser to start lighting a few candles.&nbsp; "Well, I wouldn't turn it down..."&nbsp; He returned his lust-filled, excited gaze to his guest as he straightened his clothing, despite the probability of it coming off in just moments.&nbsp; "...I just want sex.&nbsp; Not to keep quiet, just for fun."&nbsp; His tone was light, but still husky.&nbsp; It took an incredible amount of will to keep himself at a distance, lest his new friend be unwilling.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 06:56:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> "Are you serious?" Edouared asked, raising an eyebrow at Jereil in disbelief. He eyed him up and down, contemplating his offer for a moment as he watched him. He wasn't quite sure what the man expected from him - he'd gotten a pretty good feel, after all. Could he actually give him whatever he was after? "You sure about that? I'm not totally convinced you are."
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 07:06:08</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil took a single, slow step toward Edouard, fingering the buttons of his own fitted shirt as he considered his response.&nbsp; "...I am a being of pleasure," he'd decided on, eyes roaming south, then quickly flitting back to meet his guest's gaze.&nbsp; "I'm up for almost anything, just so long as it feels good, in the end..."<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 07:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Edouard looked at Jereil for a moment, before chuckling and shaking his head, still leaning against the door. "...you are something else," he said, before shrugging his shoulders, beginning to undo his own shirt, pushing himself away from the door to step closer. "...fuck it, let's do this." 
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 14:18:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil grinned, glad his new friend was complient.&nbsp; He was really looking forward to Edouard in particular; anyone -- or anything -- else would've been a disappointment, at this point.&nbsp; He began to unbutton his shirt, watching his guest move closer with lightly labored breath.&nbsp; A thought occured to him as the final moments before they became a mass of tangled parts passed; he didn't know his partner's name.&nbsp; The notion caused him to hesitate, wondering what he might be calling out if he didn't ask.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "...You can call me Jereil," he offered, figured if nothing was given in return, he'd attempt to draw a blush with 'Master' or something equally satisfying and embarassing.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 16:58:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> There was nothing wrong with having a bit of fun, right? At least they were up where no one else could see. Ed smirked a bit when Jereil offered his name, and reached to hook a finger in the front of the other man's pants, tugging him closer. "Call me Edouard." He winked at him, smirking a bit as he looked him over, his shirt not fully open yet. "...so, do you have anything in mind?"
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 18:38:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Already, Jereil was liking Edouard's style.&nbsp; He shifted the weight on his feet as the finger hooked ever so close to his groin.&nbsp; He wondered if this was just a playful tease or if Edouard hid a dominant side behind that sweet face.&nbsp; He was excited to find out.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Like I said: anything.&nbsp; Really," he responded as he let his shirt fall to the floor.&nbsp; He was thin, but not gaunt; tight, lean muscle stretched across his abdomen to his chest, and his shoulders were broad.&nbsp; To give Eduoard a little more access to his body, he put his arms behind his chest and arched his back a little, begging for his touch.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 19:39:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> A faint grin tugged at his lips, and Ed grasped the front of Jereil's pants, yanking him closer, turning him around to shove him up against the door. They were about the same height, ending up eye to eye as he pressed him there, the hand that had grabbed his pants slipping down to grope him firmly, squeezing the erection he found there. "Anything? You just like someone else calling the shots, don't you?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 21:08:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The sudden jerk of his trousers sent a wave of excitement through his body, and the thump brought a gasp from his lungs, then a small moan.&nbsp; Lust was apparent in his expression, and though he didn't <em>need</em> to answer, he <em>wanted</em> to.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Oh, y-nnh..."&nbsp; He chuckled, pushing his hips into Edouard's hand as he was groped, his own hands pressed back against the door to help keep himself upright; it was a good thing, too, as the squeeze made his knees buckle and separate.&nbsp; It took him a few moments to gather enough composure to offer a proper response.&nbsp; "...Oh, yes.&nbsp; I do..~"&nbsp; His tone had become quite husky as he tried to predict what was in store.&nbsp; Edouard certainly had potential, and his imagination was quite active.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 01:08:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> "Tsk, you're lazy," Edouard teased in a low voice, leaning in close to Jereil, his hand gripping him tightly for a moment before releasing him, moving up to undo the man's pants slowly. "As much as I like you against the wall, this won't exactly work," he murmured with a wink, trailing a finger down his chest before moving back away from him, gesturing for Jereil to follow him to the bed. He was still a bit worried about how exactly Jereil might react once he was undressed, but that could wait another few minutes.
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 23:57:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil moaned almost desperately as such sensitive flesh was squeezed and his body threatened to collapse.&nbsp; His breathing was labored, but with a dusting of lust and need, bucking his hips lightly when fingers at work would brush against the right places.&nbsp; He carried a wry smile, arching his back into the touch across his front, and didn't hesitate as he was commanded to follow.&nbsp; He allowed his body to fall onto the furs and linen of his bedding, offering a hand up toward his guest in hopes he could coax him into his lap; his free hand attempted to work his pant strings loose the rest of the way as quickly as possible.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 01:31:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Smirking down at Jereil, Ed didn't climb up into his lap just yet, instead both hands grasping the top of his pants once they were sufficiently loosened to yank them down over his hips. He didn't pull them all the way off, just down, before climbing up, straddling him, both hands running along his chest. "So, do you have any ideas at all, or do you just want me to make all the moves?" he asked, his fingers finding his nipples and rubbing them, encouraging them to harden. 
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 11:16:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil lifted his hips off the bed slightly when he realized Edouard's plan, his cock springing free of it's cage, ready to be mounted.&nbsp; He found both excitement and disappointment in Edouard's straddling for this reason, hands coming to rest on his partner's thighs.&nbsp; The attention to his nipples made him squirm just a little, his body anxious for pleasure~<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He took a moment to consider Ed's question.&nbsp; Quite honestly, he didn't feel he had a 'right' to be in charge, and he loved it.&nbsp; He shook his head a bit with his response.&nbsp; "No...&nbsp; I like taking orders."&nbsp; He grinned and bucked up into Ed's hips, passively wondering if Ed might try to tame him.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 16:06:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> "Good, because I hate taking orders," Ed replied with a grin, chuckling and taking hold of Jereil's wrists, pinning them down a bit after he thrust his hips up, clucking his tongue with a soft 'Tsk' sound. "Ah-ah, calm down, I didn't say I was going to fuck you," he said with a teasing grin, bringing Jereil's hands up towards the head of the bed, glancing around for something to tie him with. "I don't think you've quite earned that yet."
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 16:19:14</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil's excitement only heightened as his wrists were grabbed and pinned, making him unable to stop the look of near horror that struck his face when he was told he wouldn't be fucked.&nbsp; He was painfully hard, at this point -- past the point of no return -- and the prospect of missing such an opportunity as Edouard was one of Jereil's nightmares.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; At least, to his visible relief, he could still earn it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He realized what Edouard was looking for after a moment, craving much the same object.&nbsp; He jerked his head toward a well-loved leather strap with an iron buckle, just the right size and width for his wrists; it even came with a ring on one side to hook on the headboard's curved iron peg.&nbsp; The strap had been draped over the footboard, alongside two similar straps for ankles and a thick collar.&nbsp; Jereil was clearly no stranger to degradation, at the very least.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 16:54:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> "Ah, perfect," Ed grinned, taking Jereil's wrist as he grabbed the strap, buckling them in and attaching them to the headboard, looking down at Jereil with an amused smirk. He likewise grabbed the ankle restraints, sliding off the bed to buckle his feet in as well, pulling them to either side of the bed to secure them there, leaving him with his legs spread as he climbed back aboard, kneeling between them, running his hands along Jereil's legs. <br><br>"What am I going to do with you..." he wondered aloud, light brown eyes slowly wandering up and down Jereil's prone form, a smirk tugging at his lips. Ed leaned over him, bringing his face close to him, taking in his scent like he was a predator sniffing at his recent kill and contemplating where to begin eating. Aside from being cute, Jereil was also remarkably clean for being in a place like this, he mused to himself. It was pretty nice. He was actually someone he could enjoy being close to, and he licked at his collar bone before nibbling on him. "Mmm... you know, I think I kind of like you. You're lucky."
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 17:10:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil let a small moan of anticipation escape as he felt and hear each of his limbs being restrained.&nbsp; With the job finished, he pulled lightly at them, testing the resistance and the discomfort; they were perfect.&nbsp; With Edouard between his legs, his mind was quickly reigned back into his current object of desire.&nbsp; He squirmed and strained the best he could against the wonderful strokes across his legs, desperately wanting ever more.&nbsp; Edouard was so deliciously good at teasing.&nbsp; He groaned, craning his neck to the side to let Edouard have a good wif; he wore something warm on his skin and was very adament about cleaning everyday and between bedding others.&nbsp; Clean was an understatement, compared to most everyone else he met.&nbsp; The nibbles made him strain a little harder, bucking up toward his partner's belly.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "Anything," he reminded him, his tone pleading.&nbsp; He hoped being liked meant being used up, too.&nbsp; He'd just have to wait and see.&nbsp; "Anything, <em>please</em>."<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 17:39:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Edouard chuckled a little as he felt Jereil buck his hips up against him, raising his body slightly to counteract it, not allowing him too much contact, pressing him firmly back down to the bed with both hands. "I said calm down, or do you want this to be over quickly?" he murmured, biting teasingly at Jereil's neck, his hand sliding over his bare chest. <br><br>Ed was still mostly clothed, having his shirt partially unbuttoned and his pants still on, but he was enjoying himself. It may not have been as obvious as it was with Jereil, but there was a distinct throb of arousal in his groin region - it just didn't make him rush to undo his pants since they weren't uncomfortable. Jereil made a nice picture there, tied down with his legs spread, it was a shame Ed couldn't actually do the fucking when they finally got around to it. He wasn't thinking about that right now, though, one hand weaving into Jereil's hair, tugging his head aside a bit roughly as he ran his tongue along his neck, down towards his chest. 
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 17:53:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A small whine made itself audible from Jereil's throat when he was told for the second time to calm; he couldn't risk losing Edouard over something so stupid.&nbsp; He shut his eyes for a moment, using that time to take a deep, calming breath, though it did little more than help to center his mind away from the lust.&nbsp; The pleasures at his neck were simply far to distracting and desire-worthy.&nbsp; He nuzzled into the hand that sought his hair, gasping lightly as it was gripped and pulled.&nbsp; He fought his urge to arch up into Edouard's touch, which brought a very small whimper forth.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; That body was so very close, yet so agonizingly far away.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Determined to be good, he bit the inside of his lip lightly, curling his fingers into loose fists to focus his body into a calmer state; it had no effect on his arousal, but at least the other obvious signs of lust has dwindled.&nbsp; His breathing was forced to nearly even, his heartrate lowered a bit, and aside from occasional waves of pleasure throughout his entire body, he managed to keep himself still.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 18:13:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Truth be told, the teasing was becoming a bit difficult on Edouard as well, though he was more relaxed about it since he was the one in control. The whine coming from Jereil had him laugh a little, it was adorable when they started making noises like that. He was actually a little surprised when Jereil managed to calm himself down, as well - he'd been teasing, but Jereil was clearly eager to please him, and he lifted his head to look down at him with a slight grin. "You do take orders pretty well. I like that."<br><br>Finally, Ed decided it was time for him to get undressed as well, and he sat back up on his knees, tugging his shirt off. Jereil had still seemed to want him when he had figured out his anatomy, so he wasn't too worried anymore about how he'd react, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it away. His chest was nearly flat, not having any need to be bound down, which was nice, because it eliminated a more time-consuming portion of his undressing. He made no move to remove his pants just yet, instead leaning down to press himself close to Jereil again, enjoying the skin contact, nibbling along his collarbone teasingly. 
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				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 18:55:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It didn't occur to Jereil how important it was to see what was beneath Edouard's shirt until it was being removed.&nbsp; Suddenly, all of his attention was drawn right in and he shamelessly took in the view.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He wasn't sure what he expected.&nbsp; Perhaps he thought Edouard would be entirely flat, born half male and half female.&nbsp; Thought in the tiny moments between sight and realization, he thought perhaps his was entirely female-bodied, using some form of physical binding or magic to hide the truth.&nbsp; What he found, however, was simply delightful.&nbsp; There was such slight curvature to his chest and a roundness to his nipples that whispered female, but it was hidden in such a flat landscape that his body seemed almost sculpted, like the body of some androgynous god of far-away, ancient lands.&nbsp; In this sense, he felt almost blessed, and quite honored.&nbsp; He was a silly being.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Pleased with the view, he released a tiny, happy sigh, forcing himself to finally break his gaze so he could lift it to Edouard's.&nbsp; And then, of course, it dropped south to his partner's groin.&nbsp; Though there wasn't much to wonder about, there, he still wanted to see, and was quite anxious to do so.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Before his lust-filled mind could register it, Edouard was once more leaning over him and their bodies press together.&nbsp; The sensation was so different from those he was accustomed to, feeling almost foreign despite there being so little difference.&nbsp; He released a small moan, arching carefully against him, testing how much he as allowed.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 20:16:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Ed was pleased with how Jereil was reacting to him so far. There wasn't any confused staring, any uncomfortable questions, any curious groping (though he was certain that was probably because he was strapped down) - it was refreshing. Jereil seemed to just take him at face value, accept him as something unusual rather than trying to force him into a box that matched his perceptions. <br><br>As Jereil pressed upwards, Edouard pressed back down, their bodies meeting, feeling his erection press against him, biting at his neck lightly as he slipped a hand down between them to loosen his own pants now, lifting his lips up slightly to pry them down, though he kept his body close to Jereil's, and thus kept himself out of view for now as he nibbled his way to Jereil's lips. He didn't quite kiss him, just bit on his lower lip, drawing back afterward, sitting himself up again so he could get his pants off properly. <br><br>Below the waist, Edouard was still fairly ambiguous. He didn't look quite male on first glance, but neither did he look quite female, being something in between, having enough for his arousal to actually be visible. He gave Jereil enough time to get a look, climbing up over him again, smirking a bit as he straddled him, rubbing up against him a little deliberately. <br><br>"So, not turned off yet?" he asked, his tone teasing, but the question was actually somewhat sincere, sliding his hands up along Jereil's chest slowly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 22:10:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil didn't let the fact that Edouard's hand had moved between them escape his attention.&nbsp; His partner was <em>finally</em> removing his pants, which meant he'd have a chance to see what Edouard had been so embarassed about.&nbsp; It was a bit frustrating the way he kept it hidden, distracting him with nibbles that made their way to his lips.&nbsp; His attention switched momentarily as teeth pulled at flesh, a moan pressing from his throat as he tried to counter the force for a little extra pleasure.&nbsp; It wasn't until Ed let him go and the chilly air swept across his chest that he was reminded of what lay below.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He lifted his head with excitement, <em>needing</em> to see.&nbsp; He stared for a few moments, just as he had with Ed's chest, but the sight only made his cock twitch with desire to have him.&nbsp; He pulled slightly at the restraints, feeling a deep urge rise in him to mount and fuck, but forced himself to lay back on the bed with a groan, wondering painfully how much longer it would be until he was allowed penetration.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He offered little more than small, whimpered moans as Ed straddled him, a pearl of precum failing to hesitate before rolling across his shaft.&nbsp; His entire body was hot and his mind far past the ability to form coherent sentences.&nbsp; All he could do was stare where their sexes met and will Ed to shift <em>just</em> a little closer...<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 22:46:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Edouard chuckled a little, actually blushing slightly as Jereil just seemed to get <em>more</em> turned on now that they were both nude, smirking a bit as he pressed against him, grinding against Jereil's erection but not <em>quite</em> allowing him inside, at least just yet. He leaned over him, amused by Jereil's squirming and moaning, and unable to resist teasing him for just a little longer. <br><br>Down below, Edouard had an erection himself, and feeling it rub against Jereil's heated shaft had him moan softly, his voice distinctly unfeminine even when thick with lust. He couldn't resist any longer himself, and he lifted himself up to help position their bodies, one hand slipping down to hold Jereil steady, feeling the head of his erection tease against him tantalizingly, letting him slip in slowly, biting down hard on his own lower lip. <br><br>"MMmmh..."<br><br>He carefully let his hips sink down, keeping his hand on Jereil's hip to keep him from thrusting up before he was prepared, breathing out in a pleased sigh as their hips pressed together, feeling him fully inside, taking a moment to adjust before moving, breathing heavily. He wasn't quite sure if his body was just very tight after quite a period of inactivity, or if Jereil was actually as big as he felt right then, but either way, he was enjoying it, rolling his hips a bit but not quite thrusting yet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 23:19:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The sensation of what Jereil's lust-filled mind could only classify as a miniature cock rubbing against his own in such a way was so exotic that it alone caused a second, larger pearl to spill over the trail of the first, accompanied by a slowly released moan.&nbsp; When Ed finally lifted and positioned himself, his body tensed, holding back every urge to turn feral.&nbsp; The moist heat across his sensitive head caused his limbs to strain against his binds with the effort to control himself, and the tightness of the slowly descending orifice very nearly sent him over the edge.&nbsp; He arched his back, rolling his head backward against his pillow with a hitched moan.&nbsp; He continued soft, pleasured, strained noises over his ragged breathing, very much enjoying the challenge of holding back a climax.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Whore or not, Jereil wasn't hard to get off; with all that teasing and the sheer rarity of Edouard, himself, it wouldn't take much more.&nbsp; His body was built for multiple goes in a short period of time, not stamina for a single bout.&nbsp; The movement of Ed's hips had him crooning, not daring to move his own body lest he make things harder on himself.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 23:54:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div> Ed only remained relatively still for a brief moment, moving his hands to run them along Jereil's chest, gradually beginning to thrust, his movements a little clumsy at first as he tried to get back into the rhythm of sex, it having been quite a while since the last time he did it this way - at least a year he wagered, though he wasn't thinking of that now. <br><br>Letting out a louder groan, it wasn't long before he managed to get back into it, riding Jereil's cock with enthusiasm, his fingernails scratching at his chest as he held onto him to keep his balance. He was beginning to realize how much he'd missed having sex, feeling deliciously full and close to a climax himself, one hand lowering to give himself more stimulation. He cupped his hand over his mound, parting his fingers to allow his 'cock' to slip between them, moistened by their combined fluids and beginning to rub firmly, throbbing with arousal, a stream of curses flowing from his mouth. He began riding Jereil harder, oblivious to how close he was to exploding. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 02:06:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Nearly the moment Edouard began to thrust, Jereil's body had simply had too much.&nbsp; It pumped several small shots of cum up into the body above him, but his cock hardly softened, relaxing only because the immediate stress had weakened.&nbsp; With his partner increasing his passions and the proximity to explosion no longer a worry, Jereil began to moan heatedly, fingers and toes curling and extending with the desire to pet and cling to Ed's most stimulating body.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He hesitated for only a moment when he felt extra movement, and when he caught Ed adding to his own pleasure, his cock twitched within Ed's walls, hardening nearly to its full potentional for a second time, already.&nbsp; He just couldn't help enjoying the erotic performance of someone who knew his own body.&nbsp; Watching Ed, listening to him swear, and the instinctual need to <em>fuck</em> sparked a gradual, yet passioned rhythm of thrusts in tandem with Ed's (to the best of his restrained ability, of course).&nbsp; He wanted to please Ed, especially since he'd already had his first climax and was still full of vigor.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 02:39:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div> <br>Location: Jereil's room <br>Tagging: Jereil </div> Edouard didn't notice that Jereil had come once already - as long as he was still hard and willing to fuck him until he got off, he didn't really care. Grinding his hips back and forth as he thrust against Jereil, the hand on his chest that he was using to balance scratched at him a bit harder, both enjoying having free reign over Jereil's body and lamenting it, because it meant he couldn't help as much, grab hold of his hips and fuck him <em>properly</em>, like he was now craving. <br><br>His moans got louder, chaining together as Jereil's thrusts began to match his own, the hand down below rubbing himself beginning to move a bit faster. His eyes were closed, though he enjoyed looking at Jereil, his mind was focused on his own climax, his own erection visibly twitching as his orgasm approached, accompanied by small contractions that gripped Jereil's cock more tightly in rhythm with his rubbing. <br><br>"Fffffuck..." He panted, then bit down hard on his lower lip again, stifling his moans and curses, thrusting down hard to take Jereil in deeply as he came, his body tensing though his hips jerked slightly, his cock twitching in time with the stronger convulsions that now gripped at Jereil, though there was no emission from it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 13:56:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil groaned as Ed's walls began to tighten, his thrusts becoming more feral and desperate as he teased his own peak for the second time.&nbsp; All he could think of was the sensation around his cock: the slick, tight warmth, the pounding of flesh, and the subtle, occasional brush of Edouard's fingertips against his abdomen as their hips collided and Ed rubbed.&nbsp; As nails claws at his skin, he arched his back, stretching his chin and stomach to offer a full canvas to work with; he even offered a pleasured, encouraging moan to accompany it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It was all too good.&nbsp; His loins ached, threatening lovely bruises to mark his actions, which would likely leaving him walking funny -- yet proudly -- for a good while later.&nbsp; The pressure on his cock was a little painful, but pleasant, making Jereil grunt and breath through his teeth.&nbsp; He held on tight to his release, yearning for Ed's before he'd let go.&nbsp; When he finally felt Ed's orgasm, he nearly cried out a relieved, hitched moan, his body largely relaxing, aside from his last few thrusts.&nbsp; He came in small amounts, just as the first, riding it out before simply collapsing, panting with heavy exhaustion.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He chuckled breathlessly, after a few moments, gazing at Ed with lidded eyes.&nbsp; His exhales occasionaly carried a small moan, thanks to the pleasure that still washed through him.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 16:27:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div> <br>Location: Jereil's room <br>Tagging: Jereil </div> Edouard panted as he fell forward, bracing himself on his arms at first, but eventually letting himself lie down on Jereil's chest, unconcerned with moving as he focused on catching his breath, his eyes closing for a moment as&nbsp; he rested there. After drawing in a deep breath, he exhaled in a chuckle, rolling off of Jereil and lifting his eyes up towards his face with a grin.<br><br>"I think I needed that a lot more than I realized," he laughed. Ed reached up, unbuckling Jereil's hands from the strap on the headboard, though he couldn't reach his ankles without getting up, so he didn't care about that right now. "I actually can't really recall the last time I had sex. I feel so much better now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming Dead Man</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 04:34:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Jereil stretched and cracked his back when his arms were unbuckled.&nbsp; He didn't mind the light bruising from all his struggling, not even bothering to rub at his wrists to help circulation.&nbsp; Letting his body settle meant the oncoming of sleep, and that notion sounded wonderful.&nbsp; He moved his arms beneath the pillow his head rested on, helping it to craddle his head as he listened to Ed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; "...Glad I could help," he managed.&nbsp; He was sincere, but his energy was quickly plummeting, and thus his words were mumbled.&nbsp; "...You can stay... if you want..."&nbsp; He offered a small smile, then yawned deeply before finally letting his eyes close.<br><br><hr><hr><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br>location -- his bedroom</div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Cherrywood]: The Mounted Steed -- Second Floor</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oneiros</strong> on <strong>02-02-2013, 07:43:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div> <br>Location: Jereil's room <br>Tagging: Jereil </div> Ed rolled his eyes slightly, shifting to get up from the bed and stretch. This was why he usually didn't sleep with men, especially men like Jereil - he had no illusions that this was anything more than a one-time thing, but they generally were pretty selfish, and once they got what they were after couldn't care less about him as a person. Though he'd enjoyed what they'd just done, the aftermath generally left him feeling a little annoyed at being treated like little more than a quick orgasm. And now that he'd stood up, he had cum dripping down his leg, ugh. <br><br>"I'm just going to clean up," he said, though chances were Jereil was already asleep and didn't care. He didn't bother moving to unbuckle Jereil's legs, somewhat out of spite, figuring he could handle that himself anyway, heading into the washroom so he could clean himself up a bit. 
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