foeveil: (▸▹a hot mess)
Cresselia [♂] ([personal profile] foeveil) wrote2011-01-17 11:39 am
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[ On some unknown date to be later determined in greater detail; Cresselia sits at home. Not, of course, on Fullmoon Island, but his shared home with Darkrai on Awesome Island. He sits about, obviously flustered at something (as usual) as he looks around the room. Today was an important day, a special day.

...he wondered if Darkrai remembered.]

[identity profile] lullyay.livejournal.com 2011-05-22 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Darkrai complies, grinding down with careful pressure and quietly murmuring in between kisses that gradually worked their way up to Cresselia's lips. ]

[identity profile] foeveil.livejournal.com 2011-05-22 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cresselia clings desperately to Darkrai, panting until he's pulled into another kiss. This weird pressure that kept building made him cling closer and closer, arching his hips as the friction built and built... if he knew what 'close' was he'd definitely be exclaiming he was right now.]

[identity profile] lullyay.livejournal.com 2011-06-06 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He knows better than to rush it if he wants to enjoy it, and continues at the same pace, gripping hold of the sheets until they're nearly ripping. ]

[identity profile] foeveil.livejournal.com 2011-06-06 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I-I feel different... It's feeling different...

[identity profile] lullyay.livejournal.com 2011-06-06 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
That's how it's... supposed to feel.

[identity profile] foeveil.livejournal.com 2011-06-06 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
N-No it- [squirm!]

S-Something is...g-going to come out D-Darkrai...! [WORRY OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM]

[identity profile] lullyay.livejournal.com 2011-06-07 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
That's what's... supposed t'happen.

[identity profile] foeveil.livejournal.com 2011-06-07 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
B-Buuuut--

[Cresselia tenses up, hips arching up quickly to push flush against Darkrai's. It doesn't take long until he's giving a whimper and pressing his knuckles to his lips, coming from the friction.]