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bakerstreet2015-02-14 09:38 am
kinking) wrote in bakerstreet2015-02-14 09:38 am
((ooc: 16/17, and am willing to age down to 14. Particularly interested in 3, 6, 13, 17, 26, or 28. No 5, 27, 30, 38, or 42.))
[happy to play out any/all kinks. Tobio can be aged anywhere from 10-16, although for this meme, I would happily age him up to 17 or 18 for someone who wants to play the younger partner.
Very interested in: guitly, innocence, punishment, over the moon, mold, too sultry/too oblivious, underdeveloped, skimpy clothing, pressured, blackmail, non-con, anatomy lesson, and pregnancy.]
Very interested in: guitly, innocence, punishment, over the moon, mold, too sultry/too oblivious, underdeveloped, skimpy clothing, pressured, blackmail, non-con, anatomy lesson, and pregnancy.]
[Technically he's a magic-clone of a celestial warrior who just LOOKS young, but it still counts.]
( ooc: She's 17, so older partner preferred. Interested in: 5, 8, 9, 12, 13, 15, 18, 25, 26, 39. )
[Loki was well aware that this was not usual behavior, for a tutor. Hitori often spent more time touching than teaching. That was just as well, since Loki had always been somewhat suspicious of the idea that he needed a tutor. He was smart, he got good grades. He suspected, in fact, that it was more an excuse to keep him out of the house as long as possible. That, and his parents' ideas that he could always do better.
Loki wasn't sure he liked this - it was shockingly easy to not think when Hitori's hands were on him, but thinking back to their sessions afterwards sometimes left him feeling tired, anxious with an indescribable knot in his stomach. Yet who could he have told, even if he'd been able to admit to himself that he wanted to stop? Certainly not the parents who sent him here.
At least Hitori didn't treat him like a child. That had to mean something, right? So here he was, yet another afternoon after school, upstairs in the older boy's room.
Needless to say, it was very hard to focus on his homework, with Hitori's hand stroking almost lazily over the front of his pants.]
Loki wasn't sure he liked this - it was shockingly easy to not think when Hitori's hands were on him, but thinking back to their sessions afterwards sometimes left him feeling tired, anxious with an indescribable knot in his stomach. Yet who could he have told, even if he'd been able to admit to himself that he wanted to stop? Certainly not the parents who sent him here.
At least Hitori didn't treat him like a child. That had to mean something, right? So here he was, yet another afternoon after school, upstairs in the older boy's room.
Needless to say, it was very hard to focus on his homework, with Hitori's hand stroking almost lazily over the front of his pants.]
[ 14-16, up for any prompts, favorites are: 5, 18, 26, 34, 43. ]
It all started out innocently enough. It's not like Tobio wanted to mistreat anyone or whatever. He just happened to be paired up with Loki for a tutoring assignment, and though Tobio wasn't a great tutor by anyone's definition, it looked good on college applications to have interests outside of jacking off and playing video games, and Tobio's parents forced it upon him.
Either tutoring or a sports club, so voila, tutoring it was.
But it was like...ridiculous, actually. Loki was fucking beautiful to him, and the kid came from a nice house, was super smart, and part of Tobio just wanted to... tear it all away from him. Another part wanted to be the one to pick up the pieces afterward.
Sure, it was fucked up, but whatever. Loki didn't need tutoring anyway.
"You've been staring at that one for a while," he said, leaning his head against Loki's shoulder to look over the worksheet. "Stuck?" His fingers punctuated the question with a squeeze to Loki's thigh.
Either tutoring or a sports club, so voila, tutoring it was.
But it was like...ridiculous, actually. Loki was fucking beautiful to him, and the kid came from a nice house, was super smart, and part of Tobio just wanted to... tear it all away from him. Another part wanted to be the one to pick up the pieces afterward.
Sure, it was fucked up, but whatever. Loki didn't need tutoring anyway.
"You've been staring at that one for a while," he said, leaning his head against Loki's shoulder to look over the worksheet. "Stuck?" His fingers punctuated the question with a squeeze to Loki's thigh.
It was fucked up, but it was hardly as though Hitori was the only thing in his life that was. That made it easier to accept his attentions and ignore the doubts, even when Hitori's breath wasn't warm against his cheek, even when his fingers weren't almost high enough on his thigh.
He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth at that squeeze, swallowing around an almost painfully dry throat.
"Of course not." He kept his eyes on his paper, tried to keep his tone flat, level, and didn't quite succeed. It was almost a challenge between the two of them, at this point. "Just...considering all the possibilities."
He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth at that squeeze, swallowing around an almost painfully dry throat.
"Of course not." He kept his eyes on his paper, tried to keep his tone flat, level, and didn't quite succeed. It was almost a challenge between the two of them, at this point. "Just...considering all the possibilities."
"Oh really?"
Tobio hummed thoughtfully, rubbing the place he'd just squeezed. Loki was a gorgeous kid, and the best part was how easily he seemed to just let Tobio do whatever he wanted. Was it because he was scared? Or did he really like it more than he let on? Honestly, Tobio didn't care. As long as he could keep his hands on Loki, he didn't care how or why.
"The answer's B," he said, chuckling as his hand found its way between Loki's legs, massaging directly over where he knew his cock was. "Maybe it's a little too warm in here for you to concentrate, huh?" Flick, there went Loki's fly.
Tobio hummed thoughtfully, rubbing the place he'd just squeezed. Loki was a gorgeous kid, and the best part was how easily he seemed to just let Tobio do whatever he wanted. Was it because he was scared? Or did he really like it more than he let on? Honestly, Tobio didn't care. As long as he could keep his hands on Loki, he didn't care how or why.
"The answer's B," he said, chuckling as his hand found its way between Loki's legs, massaging directly over where he knew his cock was. "Maybe it's a little too warm in here for you to concentrate, huh?" Flick, there went Loki's fly.
Loki couldn't quite swallow back a low whine as Tobio's fingers found his cock, rubbing through his pants. "Th-That isn't how this is supposed to work," he stammered, a note of definite breathlessness in his voice. All the same, Loki moved his pencil with trembling fingers to circle "B".
The sound of his zipper sounded very loud in the scant space between them. Loki's heart was hammering with an almost painful force against his ribs in anticipation of more. So far, these sessions were mostly touching, friction, and kisses that left him breathless and aching. Loki knew the day must be coming when it would go further, but for now, he was only just starting to learn how the older boy liked to be touched in turn, and was already intimately familiar with the feeling of Tobio's fingers sliding beneath his clothes.
"I can think of a few other reasons..." He tried to sound stern, but his voice wavered traitorously.
The sound of his zipper sounded very loud in the scant space between them. Loki's heart was hammering with an almost painful force against his ribs in anticipation of more. So far, these sessions were mostly touching, friction, and kisses that left him breathless and aching. Loki knew the day must be coming when it would go further, but for now, he was only just starting to learn how the older boy liked to be touched in turn, and was already intimately familiar with the feeling of Tobio's fingers sliding beneath his clothes.
"I can think of a few other reasons..." He tried to sound stern, but his voice wavered traitorously.
"No, it really is warm in here," Tobio argued, slipping his hand beneath Loki's pants and underwear, fiddling with his cock. Slim enough to be pretty, if Tobio really saw things that way. This? It was just convenience. Fun. A way to pass the time. "Look, you're hot all over."
Tobio kissed the side of Loki's neck and shifted on the bed. He abandoned Loki's cock after just a few touches, both hands finding purchase on the hem of his shirt instead.
"Come on. Let's cool you down, sweetheart." Another kiss, gentle to the curve of Loki's neck in appeasement, as Tobio tugged the kid's shirt off.
Tobio kissed the side of Loki's neck and shifted on the bed. He abandoned Loki's cock after just a few touches, both hands finding purchase on the hem of his shirt instead.
"Come on. Let's cool you down, sweetheart." Another kiss, gentle to the curve of Loki's neck in appeasement, as Tobio tugged the kid's shirt off.
[The official story, of course, was that Minako was Bayonetta's teaching assistant. It wasn't that unbelievable a story - the school was short-staffed, and Bayonetta had a few different classes to juggle on any different day. No one blinked twice at the idea that she might need someone to run errands and help grade papers. And indeed, Minako did all of this for her homeroom teacher. It was the sort of work that would look undeniably good on a college application.
It was just that she was sometimes kept busy serving her teacher in other ways.
The lunch bell rang, and the students began filing out slowly. Too slowly, to Minako's mind, as she found herself all but thrumming with anticipation, pretending to pack up her things and determinedly trying not to look at Bayonetta in the meantime. That would have been too obvious, right now.]
It was just that she was sometimes kept busy serving her teacher in other ways.
The lunch bell rang, and the students began filing out slowly. Too slowly, to Minako's mind, as she found herself all but thrumming with anticipation, pretending to pack up her things and determinedly trying not to look at Bayonetta in the meantime. That would have been too obvious, right now.]
Loki gasped aloud, a high, tight sound, as Tobio's fingers slid against his cock directly. He couldn't help but arch a little into that touch, his length already beginning to harden. No one had ever touched him like Tobio did before, so his body was particularly responsive.
"Your fault," he managed. All of this was only making him warmer, of course, especially when Tobio's fingers and mouth felt almost hot enough to burn against his skin. And when he pulled his hand away, the absence of touch was almost as much a shock as the touch had been, leaving him throbbing lightly all the same.
"And I am not your sweetheart." Loki still lifted his arms obediently, the better to let his shirt be worked off.
"Your fault," he managed. All of this was only making him warmer, of course, especially when Tobio's fingers and mouth felt almost hot enough to burn against his skin. And when he pulled his hand away, the absence of touch was almost as much a shock as the touch had been, leaving him throbbing lightly all the same.
"And I am not your sweetheart." Loki still lifted his arms obediently, the better to let his shirt be worked off.
"Oh, come on, don't be a bitch," Tobio said seriously. "Or I'll have to treat you like one." After tossing the shirt aside halfheartedly, Tobio's fingers found each of Loki's nipples in turn, tweaking them none too gently. The kid was just so perfect to fool around with. Like a doll made specifically for him to play with. Maybe today was the day he'd put his dick in the kid's ass. It'd certainly been long enough.
Twisting Loki's cute little nipples, Tobio breathed warmly against his ear.
"You wanna wiggle out of your pants like a good boy, or you need my help?"
Twisting Loki's cute little nipples, Tobio breathed warmly against his ear.
"You wanna wiggle out of your pants like a good boy, or you need my help?"
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