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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 31, 2013 17:17:40 GMT -5
Dustin grunted slightly, then he pinned Breyton to the bed, kissing his neck.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jan 2, 2014 0:40:14 GMT -5
Breyton loved the feeling of being dominated.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 3, 2014 13:07:55 GMT -5
Dustin's mind regained control of his body and he jumped back, pulling himself from Breyton. The platter of chocolates clattered to the floor besides them and he stood up, quickly, fixing his pants and boxers. He pulled his shirt on and picked up the chocolates on the floor, placing them all on the paper plate. "I'll go throw these out," he muttered, quietly. Without another word, he left the room and went to the pavilion.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jan 3, 2014 21:28:55 GMT -5
Breyton was thrown back, watching Dustin leave the room quickly. That hurt him more than getting beaten up. Getting up he walked over to the door and closed it, locking it also. Moving the bed over against the door also for extra protection. He locked the window and went into the bathroom and then proceeded to lock himself into that also. Sitting in the bathtub he just turned the shower head on and let the water spray over him.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 4, 2014 2:17:05 GMT -5
Dustin threw the plate in the fire and ran his hands over his face, trying to sort out what he'd just done. After a few moments of self-loathing and feeling sorry for himself, he went back to the Big House. However, when he went to open the door, he noticed it wouldn't budge an inch, so he pressed his ear against the door. "Breyton? Hey, open the door!" he called.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jan 10, 2014 17:16:42 GMT -5
Breyton rested his head against the back of the tub,staring at the ceiling. The water splashing over his body and soaking his clothes, and the heavy sound of water and an extra door drowned out Dustin's voice. No words could reach him, and no words would would escape. He was trying to wash away his grief, his sorrow. Feeling unwanted from the person you want most broke his heart.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 10, 2014 23:37:59 GMT -5
Dustin started panicking and he bashed his shoulder against the door, but it still wouldn't budge due to the bed blocking it. He ran out of the Big House and tried to scale the side of the building. He tried opening the window and cut himself on the lock. Since the glass was reinforced just in case of stray weapons, he couldn't break in, so he went back around to the door and got his hand wrapped. Then, Dustin sat against the side of the door with his forehead on his forearms, which rested on top of his bent knees. As he got increasingly paranoid about Breyton's well-being, he started getting panicky and fidgety until the emotional stress overwhelmed him and he let himself shed several tears, without making a sound, as he prayed to the gods that everything was okay.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jan 12, 2014 21:23:51 GMT -5
Breyton's mind shut down and his eyes got glazed over. He stopped the water and laid in the tub for a few minutes to let his clothes drip out and get somewhat dry. Grabbing a towel he tried to dry off his clothes somewhat better. He didn't want to stay in this room anymore, it hurt him too much. After getting to the point of not dripping, he moved the bed out of the way and opened it.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 13, 2014 23:13:05 GMT -5
Dustin had started biting his nails while hugging his knees at this point, his mind playing through several scenarios of what could be happening in the room while he's stuck, powerless, outside. When the door opened, he jumped up, the bandage on his hand had loosened due to his mindless fidgeting and there was a bit of blood spread on his hand.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jan 14, 2014 0:29:09 GMT -5
Breyton was started when Dustin jumped up, he yelped and fell backwards onto his ass. He hunched forward, rubbing his tailbone with his eyes closed. "That fuckin' hurt." He mumbled to himself and dusted off his hands.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 14, 2014 18:15:45 GMT -5
Dustin tackled Breyton back onto the floor, kissing his neck after he had him pinned. "Don't do that to me>" he whispered, pained. His hands were firmly clasping Breyton's wrists and holding them at bay.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jan 17, 2014 16:45:55 GMT -5
Breyton blushed when he realized it was Dustin. "I-I thought you just got up and left me, I didn't know what to think. I thought you didn't like me and were just pretending for my cause." He whispered and looked into Dustin's eyes.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 17, 2014 21:36:16 GMT -5
Dustin smiled a little bit and leaned his forehead onto Breyton's. "I don't want to hurt you, so I don't want to get too intimate too early." he responded, quietly.
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Post by Avatar Korra on Jan 20, 2014 15:57:30 GMT -5
"You won't hurt me, I promise." Breyton said and kissed Dustin's nose, hugging the other man close to him.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 21, 2014 17:43:12 GMT -5
Dustin sighed and buried his face in Breyton's neck. "You'd be surprised." he mumbled, under his breath.
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