Prince of the Sea(Michie)
Sept 18, 2011 11:52:26 GMT -5
Post by The Hypocrisy of Truth on Sept 18, 2011 11:52:26 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm having to do this off my phone, so I'm terribly sorry if this is horrible!)
Caelan smiled when he pulled away and heard his brother whimper. His lips moved gently against Chris'. Somewhere his mind was trying to find how weird this should be. But in all truth, in this moment it seemed remarkably perfect and completely right. He heard what his brother said and let out a short, soft but deep laugh. He pulled away once more, this time standing up, before pulling his brother up with him. Now Caelan's back was to a wall and he quickly grabbed Chris' shoulders and spun them around so it was Chris' back against the wall.
Caelan's lips met Chris' again, still being gentle, but this time there was a demand to the kiss. The way he was placed in front of his brother and the commanding way his lips moved against Chris' gave him a dominant feeling. Though either way, Caelan seriously doubted his brother would resist him. His next movements were quick, a fleeting moment by any standards when his lips traveled away from Chris' lips, down his cheek and trailed against jaw line and finally the top od his neck before moving back to his lips. Somewhere, very vaguely, he knew his brother had asked him a question. Not only did he not know what answer to give, but if he did he refused to break away from him to answer.
As Caelan stood there with Chris, kissing him almost to the point of being very passionate, one hand entertwined itself in his brother's perfect locks of hair, the other was used to brace himself against the wall. He inhaled deeply and took in his triplet's scent now mingled with his own and just a small intrusion from the smell of the ocean that always clung to the air in District Four.
Caelan smiled when he pulled away and heard his brother whimper. His lips moved gently against Chris'. Somewhere his mind was trying to find how weird this should be. But in all truth, in this moment it seemed remarkably perfect and completely right. He heard what his brother said and let out a short, soft but deep laugh. He pulled away once more, this time standing up, before pulling his brother up with him. Now Caelan's back was to a wall and he quickly grabbed Chris' shoulders and spun them around so it was Chris' back against the wall.
Caelan's lips met Chris' again, still being gentle, but this time there was a demand to the kiss. The way he was placed in front of his brother and the commanding way his lips moved against Chris' gave him a dominant feeling. Though either way, Caelan seriously doubted his brother would resist him. His next movements were quick, a fleeting moment by any standards when his lips traveled away from Chris' lips, down his cheek and trailed against jaw line and finally the top od his neck before moving back to his lips. Somewhere, very vaguely, he knew his brother had asked him a question. Not only did he not know what answer to give, but if he did he refused to break away from him to answer.
As Caelan stood there with Chris, kissing him almost to the point of being very passionate, one hand entertwined itself in his brother's perfect locks of hair, the other was used to brace himself against the wall. He inhaled deeply and took in his triplet's scent now mingled with his own and just a small intrusion from the smell of the ocean that always clung to the air in District Four.
