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Post by remy on Jan 9, 2009 20:55:27 GMT 1
The boy had not realized their hands had still been touching until the other's had slipped from his grasp, which he had admittedly liked. They were strong hands, that eclipsed his own in size, as well as masculinity. Remy looked down at his hand for a moment, his long, thin fingers were ridiculously effeminate, at least that's the way his mind saw them. His gaze returned to Rhys when the taller of the two lowered himself down into a lounging position.
Remy was faced with a choice, he could move what was liable to be too fast and sit down on the bed, which could lead to fun things that could dirty up Toby's bed, or he could respect a boundary until he was invited through it. Deciding it was probably best to pick the second, the Canadian sat softly on the edge of his room-mate's trunk, making more eye contact with the Ravenclaw as they conversed. It occured to Remy as the corners of his lips pulled forcefully at those three words, and that those were his new favorites, as they held promise. "Is that right?" Yes, they indeed held lots of promise. Albeit not as much as something like 'He definately is,' but it was still pretty good.
Even if Remy knew that Rhys had an ulterior motive, he would still flirt with him, because to his way of thinking, even the path to bad intentions was paved with good fun. And that's what Remy wanted, fun. "So, uhm, how wrong might he be?" That pearly white smile slowly became a smirk as he ran his hand through his short blonde hair. Not that it occured to him, but even he liked science when sex was involved in the experiment, and he certainly wouldn't mind being an ingredient.
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Post by rhys on Jan 9, 2009 21:03:38 GMT 1
"So, uhm, how wrong might he be?"
Rhys couldn’t help but laugh at those words, suddenly envisioning Remy as a little puppy in a pet store, bouncing around and attempting to be noticed. It was a rather cute sight his mind drew up, and the fact that the other Gryffindor was close to him, smiling and flirting...well it was a nice change to the way things usually worked. He was used to people flirting with Jasper, ignoring him wherever he went because he was either always Jas’s sidekick, or Toby’s. They demanded attention, whereas Rhys was merely waiting in the background.
”I don’t know...Why don’t you figure out for yourself?” If he wasn’t so caught up in the moment he’d realize just how incredibly bad he was at this whole flirting game. Oh well. Remy didn’t seem to mind too much anyway. Rhys sat up a little more, body leaning towards the other male in the room, almost as if there was some sort of gravitational pull. That smile was still on his face, almost making his cheek muscles hurt, but he liked smiling. He liked feeling something other than that dark pit of nothing. At least revenge was something. At least revenge would get him some attention.
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Post by remy on Jan 9, 2009 21:39:36 GMT 1
That laugh was infectious, causing a shaking chuckle to escape from his body, not even sure why other than because Rhys had laughed. It confused him, in a minor sense, that for some odd reason, just seeing Rhys laugh was entertaining to his core self. He'd seen countless people laugh before, but he'd never experienced this current reaction any of those times. It was... baffling.
But then a magical phrase broke the mental workings of the seasoned veteran. He didn't particularly care if Rhys was bad at flirting, he'd hardly noticed, to be perfectly honest. In fact, the only thing that had kept him from mauling the boy was the faint taste of iron that hadn't completely faded, though that was definately shot to Hell now that he'd been invited in. Remy's eyes danced as he leaned towards Rhys, planting a somewhat innocent peck on the Ravenclaw's lips before whispering one word through a smile, "Gladly." However, he didn't pull away, making sure that he hadn't really crossed a line before continuing further.
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Post by rhys on Jan 9, 2009 21:51:02 GMT 1
Rhys had almost been waiting for that kiss, knowing it was going to happen almost from the moment he had set foot in the others room. Not that he minded. It was a pleasant change, as said, to have someone hitting on him. And not even for fun either, or at least not in a prank sort of way. That would definitely have been something to upset him, if Remy was just toying with him to see whether or not he’d get a reaction. Didn’t seem like it though.
The moment those lips touched his, he tensed for a second, then relaxed, trying to get his brain to shut up. It was screaming random things about Jasper and how being gay was a sin, phrases from the bible and his mother entering his mind until he almost audibly scoffed at them, told them to take a hike, and smiled at Remy. The boy was nice, having pulled away enough to see if this was really what he wanted, but staying close enough to not make it hard to continue this...affair.
A breath slipped from his lips, his tongue running down his bottom lip before he decided that yes, he liked this. He liked the way Remy looked at him, the way he genuinely seemed to want him. Rhys liked how he could feel the others warm breath tickling his skin, how he would be left with a lingering taste in his mouth after the kiss, almost as if he had made a somewhat lasting impression on the boy. Smiling a little, he leaned against him, capturing the other boys lips in a soft kiss.
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Post by remy on Jan 12, 2009 3:28:21 GMT 1
Remy had had no sort of inclination or assumption that this would be how this particular encounter would have played out. In fact, the Gryffindor boy had completely and entirely chalked this up to be an awkwardly silent wait for the other Steele brother. To say that he was pleasantly surprised would be like saying that a pond was wet. He paused for a moment longer, his senses taking him in, to a certain extent. The way Rhys smelled, looked, even felt was simply fantastically arousing, which sent a shock through him again, this time, however, the locale was not his spine, but his groin, which in turned began to rebuke any other thoughts than what he needed to focus on Rhys with, and right now, that was how incredibly sexy his lips were, and how he much liked them, especially when pressed against his. As the other boy returned a kiss, Remy decided they should be a bit closer, and climbed onto the foot of Toby's bed without breaking the kiss. However, when he got there, he decided he was not quite close enough yet. So he threw one of his legs over, so that he could straddle Rhys's lap , leaning down into the kiss briefly before he pulled back, hesitantly, his voice coming through at barely more than a whisper, "You're..." he trailed off, his mind having pushed the thought away before he said something stupid, instead making his mouth return to the other one, this time behaving a little less innocently.
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Post by rhys on Jan 12, 2009 17:26:35 GMT 1
To say that he was surprised when Remy straddled him was a bit of an understatement. This was a lot different from a kiss, but his mind wasn’t arguing enough to make him say anything. Instead he just molded his lips to the other boys mouth, his fingers toying with the blonde’s curls. It was so different from Jaspers hair, he noted almost absently as the boy moved away to look at him.
"You're..."
Rhys was expecting something to be said afterwards, instead the Gryffindor leaned in to kiss him again. This time it wasn’t as unexpected as it had been before, when Remy was a little less restrained, a little more passionate. He had a feeling that the other was trying to take things slow on his account, not wanting to scare him off or come across as too greedy.
It made him smile into the kiss, lips curving up into a handsome smile when they were still pressed against the the others mouth. Pulling back, he looked at the blonde, his fingers still tangled in that soft hair. ”I’m what?” With the way Remy had been kissing him, he doubted it would be something too bad or embarrassing, but it still made him a little antsy, not knowing what the other had wanted to say.
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Post by remy on Jan 16, 2009 20:42:12 GMT 1
The way Rhys's fingers felt running through his hair was very pleasant to Remy. It was gentle, almost...romantic... not at all what the Canadian boy was used to. Things of this nature were generally more... needy, forceful, carnal. Not that he minded, of course; Remy somewhat liked to have a change of pace every once in a while.
A small corner of his mind nagged that he shouldn't be doing this - Toby would more than likely come in and ruin this rather hot scene. Had Remy been a little more worldly or for that matter, sensible, he'd know that no one wanted to walk into their bedroom to see their brother being mauled by a past fling. Not to mention that he should have known that a certain Tobias Steele could get downright ugly about such things, especially when the things happened to be seen in his mind as his, and that his things should never, ever intermingle.
But he could help himself, as the song went, he'd tasted blood and wanted more. Curious as the other began smiling around the kiss, he was soon questioned to what he had began to state. It flustered him a bit, he'd decided that (even by his standards) that it was a dumb question; the other was much bigger than him, and could stop the whole thing at any time he wanted to. "You're...sure you want to do this, right?" Remy stated, almost flatly, despite his sheepish grin. His imagination came up with a response that he'd really like to occur, which was Rhys flipping them over and suddenly becoming very dominant throughout the entire act, from where they were all the way to the afterglow.
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Post by rhys on Jan 18, 2009 13:11:18 GMT 1
Rhys couldn’t help it, the question made him smile again. Even more, it made him chuckle softly, his fingers still buried into those blonde curls. There was something about Remy that just made him relax, that made him think that kissing someone wasn’t so bad after all. Sure there was the whole deal about being gay and how his mum would freak out, but he’d deal with that later. It wasn’t like this would lead anywhere anyway. And besides, their mother had never found out about any of Toby’s antics. The Steele brothers always had each others back.
”Hmmm, let me think about that” His answer was teasing, a light tone to his voice that few people ever heard. He wasn’t even sure why he felt so comfortable around the Gryffindor, except that this was somehow...right. Remy was nice, he was adorable in the way that he asked dumb questions and seemed so careful with him.
It was slowly starting to register to Rhys Steele that the way Remy treated him was like he meant something. Like he was precious somehow. Worth it. That feeling...he only usually got it from Jasper. The knowledge of that only made him more intent on kissing Remy Carver back and making the most of their time. ”Yea...I think I’m pretty sure. But I’m not entirely sold yet. I think you should kiss me again.”
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Post by remy on Jan 22, 2009 4:06:34 GMT 1
That was all the encouragement Remy needed. With a grin, he spouted off a quick statement before obliging the boy. "I live to serve, y'know." Leaning back down, he again pressed his lips to the other's, even more passionately than before. He nipped a little at Rhys's bottom lip, still smiling, his vision drinking deep from the other's eyes.
But then another thought occured to him. He could easily escalate this, and even though a multitude of ways occured to him, he knew he had to take it slow, so he broke the kiss, moving down to his neck, changing between playful nibbles and kisses. Remy couldn't really know if Rhys would respond, but he liked it to be done to him, so he figured it would translate to others.
((Sorry for the short length, I was kind of out of Remy Muse. :\))
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Post by rhys on Jan 23, 2009 16:23:10 GMT 1
Rhys smiled a little, blurred eyes looking at the ceiling as Remy moved his lips down to his neck. He wasn’t even trying to focus on anything, just enjoying what was being done to him as he brought his arms up around the other boys shoulders. It was definitely nice, though he was still thinking, his mind buzzing and whirling around in thoughts that barely materialized. It was hard to get him to shut up, to get his brain to stop wondering and worrying. Jasper was the only person who had ever managed that.
But thinking about Jasper was really not the way to go here, so Rhys closed his eyes, willing himself to enjoy the moment and think of nothing else. It was odd, how the moment he shut his eyelids, he felt everything so much more intensely. Remy’s lips on his collarbone, his nibbles onto soft skin. Those lips were moving, trying to find his pleasure points and he was wondering when the boy would find them. It was something completely new to him, after all, so he couldn’t really give the Gryffindor any pointers.
Taking in a deep breath, he suddenly let out a small sound as those lips traveled to a spot that was definitely sensitive to him. His fingers almost curled into the others shoulders, a slight moan being forced from his throat. This was definitely something he could learn to enjoy.
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