lucetilogs | Event Log - Love at the Lake

[Wow, that reaction was sort of cute.....

On a mischievous impulse, he decides he'd rather not back away, and instead leans in a bit, pressing his lips to Albel's quickly and licking his lips free of any lingering chocolate before pulling back with a grin.]

It's probably just taking a while to fade. I think you'll be fine.

[...considering what they were really supposed to be, describing the expression on Albel's face as a "404 error" was fairly accurate. His mouth worked a few times, trying to come up with some way to properly respond to that, before he finally clicked it closed.]

[Annnnd that grin just grows at Albel's expression, becoming downright smug.]

Do you want me to check your tongue for you, too?

[That got Albel to do something, mostly sputter indignantly while doing a good impression of a tomato, but it was something.]

Y-you...!

[He wanted to hit him. He really wanted to hit him.]

Or I can go get you that ice, if you really need it... [He makes to stand, pushing himself up off the grass. Escape? What are you talking about, he's just doing a favor...]

[What the--?! Hell no! Albel grabbed his arm tightly, going from a blushing mess to pissed off in less than a second.]

Where do you think you're going?

[Fayt stops when Albel grabs his arm, peering over his shoulder with false innocence.]

To get some ice, what else? [Buuuut that grin is still lingering on his face.]

[No, no you're not, Fayt.]

[Albel narrowed his eyes, before pulling him over to pin him to the tree as best he could with one working arm and... one sort of working arm. He glared down at the little brat, looking like he was either going to hit him or... other... things, or maybe some combination of both.]

Who said you could do that?

[Definitely not. Because while he tenses a bit when the tree bark scratches his still sensitive back, that discomfort doesn't last long, from the way his grin remains and his expression takes on a look of challenge when Albel pins him to the tree.]

Do I need your permission? Or are you going to give me a reason to stay?

[Yep, definitely egging him on.]

[Albel stared down at him for a moment, looking like he was fighting a war with himself. Finally, the skeleton arm they had been working on for the week slipped out from under his cloak, fingers working just enough for Albel to hook them under his chin to push Fayt's head up toward him...]

[...and proceed to mash his lips against his in what was probably the angriest, most awkwardly initiated rage kiss ever.]

[Awkward or not, Fayt had been eagerly anticipating that reaction and he reaches up to bury his fingers in Albel's hair, tugging him closer and working to properly align their lips into something a bit more comfortable, if no less fierce. Albel got an A for effort, but his technique could use some work.]

[What do you want from him; his first kiss was mashing Fayt up against a door frame thanks to a cursed weed. He let out a faint noise as he rearranged the two of them; yes, that was much better. His flesh arm slid down, wrapping around Fayt's waist to pull him a little closer, maybe a little too demanding, but... dammit, he'd been holding this back for the whole week. He should be allowed to indulge at this point, right?]

[Completely allowed to indulge, if the way Fayt pressed forward against him was anything to say about his opinion in the matter. He grins a little into the kiss, nipping Albel's bottom lip a bit as he does. Yes, he might be feeling a bit smug.]

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[There might have been a faint utterance of "maggot" against his lips, but Albel was a little too interested in enjoying himself. He wasn't even thinking about who else could see them, about just how many levels of wrong this was. Right now he only had the patience to think about Fayt, and what Fayt was doing with his lips, and how he might have just been rocking his body against his when Albel finally needed to pull away for air.]

[He went right back for more almost right away though, barely giving himself enough time to catch his breath. Drowning fish were apparently okay to keep drowning and all that.]

[And that just makes Fayt laugh a little breathlessly in the space between the kisses, further amusement bubbling up at the way Albel kept up his 'nicknames' during something like this. So typical, but he didn't really mind. At the moment, he really didn't mind most things, as long as more of this kept going, though if that lack of regret would last later is another thing entirely.

When he dives back in for another kiss, Fayt decides to switch up the game a little, letting his tongue swipe along the seam of the lips against his, and, mischievously, letting his thigh slip out a little to slide between Albel's legs just to see how Albel would react.]

[Albel stiffened slightly, not... really sure how to react. There were not exactly a line of eligible ladies lining up at the Nox Manor door back on Elicor for a chance at his favor, that was for certain. He was certainly more focused on his brigade and fighting than he was in courting ladies as well... His face screwed up slightly, at a complete loss for what to do... just that he wanted to do something.]

[...dammit, he hated to admit these things!]

[He kept his voice low, a bit of that humiliated red coming back to his face.]

...I'm going to need a little help with this.

It's not that hard. Just do what feels good. Go with the flow. [Really, Fayt wasn't much more experienced than Albel. His dating experience wasn't much to begin with, and the only thing he has going for him was being more comfortable with himself, when he got down to it.

He runs his fingers through Albel's hair in an almost reassuring gesture, leaning in for another kiss.]

[Albel returned the kiss absently, and Fayt could probably see the gears turning in his head as he moved away slightly.]

Mm... go with what feels good?

[There was a wicked little grin on his face, before he ducked down, going for Fayt's neck. His teeth bit down... maybe a little too hard, but hey, he had to leave his mark on him somehow.]

[The sharp intake of breath that gets might be taken as confirmation that it was a bit too hard, but Fayt didn't seem to be complaining from the way his fingers tighten their grip on Albel's hair.]

You would bite.

[But he'll just have to get revenge by pressing his body closer, then.]

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[Albel hissed faintly against his neck, a small shudder running though his body. Damn, why did that feel so good? Something weird was churning in his gut, and he just... he wanted so damn much.]

[His grip on Fayt tightened as he returned the favor, pressing closer to him as he worked the soft skin of his neck between his teeth.]

[You know, Aleos was hoping that when he lost sight of Fayt he would avoid getting into too much trouble, with the way he's been acting a little. But when he catches sight of this spectacle not far in the distance, he knows he really should have kept a closer eye on him. Really, there were people around and they could at least find somewhere more private if they were going to—

... Did he just bite him?

Heaven above, you owe him for this, Fayt, and he will not apologize for the next few moments. Especially considering what he will have to do because he does not want to get in the middle of that.

The slight shifting and shaking of the ground beneath the two might be easily ignored at first, but the sharp jolt as the earth almost literally jumps up unevenly beneath them to mess up their footing certainly can't be ignored.

And no, he will not apologize for aiming them toward the lake nor will he be coming any closer. He'll keep an eye out just in case they get frisky again.]

[One second he's about to slip his hand under Albel's top, the next the earth is literally moving as he's being flung through the air, tripping over himself as he goes. It's just enough to send both him and Albel careening into the water in a most ungraceful manner.

The cold of the water was a smack to the senses, because while it was warmer than you'd expect out by the lake, it was still winter, and the weather had made the water much colder than would ever be comfortable. He claws hastily to the surface, sputtering and coughing up the bit of lake water he'd inhaled in the process of their unexpected dunking.]

[Albel was pretty much in the same state of shock when they suddenly hit the water, only he wasn't exactly the best swimmer. When you had a few pounds of metal in place of an arm, your ability to swim decreased a bit; so he broke the surface of the water much later than Fayt did, coughing and struggling for air.]

W-what happened...!?

[And it's only then that his brain catches up with what happened, lucid thought snapping back into place as the cold water helps clear his head a bit, green eyes widening in mortification behind the wet mop of hair hanging in his eyes while he floats there on the lake surface.

They'd--

Damn it not again!!!]

You bit me!

[Not the most intelligent response, but could anyone blame him? And for once, Fayt actually has the decency to blush.]

I--!

[Albel cut himself off, staring at Fayt's neck as mortification slowly worked its way onto his face. Oh... oh...]

...left a mark too.

[He wanted to be mortified right now, he really did. But on one hand... he felt a little proud.]

Event Log - Love at the Lake

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