luke fon fabre & guy cecil [ I N C O M P L E T E ]

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Who: Luke fon Fabre rejectedreplica & Guy Cecil guynophobic
Where Room 207; First Floor
When: Directly after this.
Rating: It's gonna be NC-17, considering who's writing this, after all. <3
Summary: Mistletoe leads to one thing which leads to another, evidently.
the Story:



[ Excuse the choppy writing at first; was originally done informally before it ... went log-worthy. ]

A few moments later, carrying a small bowl filled with various fruits (the apples branded curiously with the mark of Engeve), Guy opens the door with his free hand, walking into the room with a roll of his eyes.

"I'm home. Happy now?"

Seeing the man walk into the room, a smirk instantly appears on Luke's lips as he raises his hand; pointing above the doorframe.

"Not until you look up."

Looking up as he is told, Guy's eyes meet nothing other than mistletoe. He stares at it incredulously for a long moment before turning his gaze on Luke once more.

"You -- ... I hate you."

At the male's reaction, the boy's lips only form into a larger grin; exposing his canines as his lips part slightly. He then walks over to the doorway where Guy is; a hand resting casually on his hip.

"C'mon, you know you don't mean that."

He continues to stare at the noble, eyes now half lidded with vague exasperation.

"You, shut up, or I really will mean it."

"Tch, it's not like you'll be able to get the words out of your mouth."

Without pausing, he licks his lips before making a final advance - leaning in dangerously close towards Guy before bringing his lips to the swordsman's. Without much patience or waiting, Luke then begins to run his tongue along the man's bottom lip - his only courtesy towards the man in situations such as these.

"Knowing you, I probably wo --"

Interrupted by the suddenness of the gesture, Luke is proven right. For a moment Guy's eyes remain open with surprise, but then slide closed; upon Luke's almost immediate, silent request for entry the swordsman's lips part in compliance.

Feeling the man's lips finally part, the boy allowed his tongue to enter without hesitation; flicking briefly to the man's tongue before running along the back of his upper teeth. That done, he continued, seeking out Guy's tongue with his own, and began gently to rub his tongue along the tip of it; tasting it.

Without quite thinking about how the other would react, the blonde lifted a hand to Luke's face, his head tilting as his mouth opened further; leaning closer to the noble, his own tongue ran along the younger male's in response.

Had he not known his situation with Guy was already delicate as it was, Luke would have bitten the man's tongue without a second thought as though to reprimand him. Letting the man get an upper hand was something he refused to do. Arching his tongue so as to force the man's back, he lifted a hand, prying Guy's away from his cheek - albeit not without slight disdain. He didn't like to have to do everything either, but in situations like this, if he just gave in he'd be just as bad as - well, Guy. Taking the man's top lip into his mouth and sucking on it momentarily so as to regain the upper hand, he then continued on as originally intended - running his tongue down along Guy's.

Not without slight disappointment and the irritating feeling of being degraded did the swordsman submit, allowing his charge to run his tongue along his own as the noble regained control. Reaching back with his foot he sought out the door; when he came in contact with it he flicked it shut, pressing the sole of his boot against it to make sure it closed all the way. Satisfied at the sound of the click the swordsman slid his tongue forwards once more, this time pointedly below Luke's.

At the contact, the male instantly began to rub his tongue against the swordsman's own; vaguely registering the click of the door in the background - though he did acknowledge it, which may or may not have been for the best judging on how what they were doing could possibly progress. And when he meant being for the best, Luke meant in his favour, not Guy's. Bringing his hand to the nape of Guy's neck, he pushed the swordsman's head closer to his own; sucking on his tongue.

By this point, if Guy could have taken back what he had said about hating Luke for pulling the mistletoe stunt, he would have. Hell, he couldn't even remember what all the fuss about a month or so had been about. Relishing the feeling of the noble sucking on his tongue he opened his mouth wider for a brief moment to gasp a breath; then, returning the favour he sucked on Luke's tongue momentarily, though not long or hard enough to imply that he were trying to take control again.

At the servant's reaction, Luke only continued his advance, slowly pushing himself against the man - in turn, pushing Guy into the door. This felt loosely familiar, but he knew the closest he had ever come to this was a month ago when everything went awry; and the situation was much, much different. However, with the way the man was accepting his gestures recently - even being affectionate to the younger male on his own volition - he could not help but to wonder if it were possible. And if this time, there would be no consequences.

Not that he ever thought about consequences anyway.

That in mind, he retracted his tongue from his servant's mouth; bringing his hand to the man's jaw - Luke's mouth to the other side as he dragged his tongue along the exposed skin.

The bowl of apples that had been tucked under his left arm this whole time was knocked loose as the swordsman was pushed back into the door; it clattered noisily to the floor, the fruit it had contained bouncing and rolling from it, but he paid it absolutely no heed. Instead, the man lifted both his hands to rest lightly on Luke’s hips.

Then the redhead had withdrawn from his mouth. Guy’s eyes slid open, and he was about to voice his disappointment when he felt a hand on his jaw, then, Luke’s tongue along the opposite side. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle; then, with a start, realized that he was nearly panting, breath quite warm on the side of his charge’s face. And immediately after that it occurred to him in which direction what they were doing was pulling them.

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Feeling the man's hands on his hips, Luke could only guess that his assumption was right. Licking his lips, he brought his tongue to Guy's ear; running it up along the lobe and back before allowing it to rest momentarily on the cartilidge. That done, Luke then closed his mouth around it - nibbling gently and moving his tongue along it.

Allowing a hand to stray, he began to undo the buttons of Guy's vest - no longer concerned about the man's reactions, considering what he was already letting him get away with.

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Over the past month, Guy had honestly forgotten how much the noble liked to use his tongue. Not that this was a bad thing, of course; but the memory of what had happened the last time came flooding back, bringing with it a flush to the blonde's cheeks that was added to by the attentions Luke was giving his ear. The memories were jumbled, but the message as a whole was clear enough. The only thing that seemed to be slipping his mind was the aftermath.

Assisting Luke, the older male shrugged off both of his top layers at once, shedding his gloves as well. He then reached up to the front of the redhead’s own shirt, fingers fumbling with the two large buttons at the front of the jacket before succeeding in undoing them.