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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Dec 3, 2010 22:48:11 GMT 8
Gilbert's raucous laughter filled the room along with Arthur's equally unmanly reaction to getting ambushed via tickling. "This is what you get for doing such an unawesome thing!" he declared, ignoring the fact that he was doing said unawesome thing as well. Gilbird had long retreated to a safer location, taking refuge on his owner's desk, possibly afraid of getting caught up in the 'fight'.
The albino paid no attention to the other's exclaims and only continued his assault. His hands and fingers moved to explore and search for more of the Brit's ticklish spots. They were probably annoying some people with all the noise they were making early in the morning and only getting more disheveled, but Gilbert could care less about that; he was having too much fun.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Dec 3, 2010 23:21:37 GMT 8
Arthur puffed his cheeks. "B-but you're doing it now as well." he told him but he just knew Gilbert didn't care. He bit his bottomlip trying to keep his mouth shut to avoid making more unmanly sounds.
He wriggled into the other's touch. Gilbert was clearly enjoying it. When he hit a ticklish spot Arthur gasped and bursted out in laughter. "haha- s-stop it- it haha- no no really I- s-stop you pervert!" Arthur managed to cry out.
He was letting out unmanly giggles as he tried to wriggle himself. Crying "unfair." and "stop it" out several times. He had turned around now facing Gilbert as he tried effortless to grip both of his wrists.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Dec 10, 2010 15:33:35 GMT 8
As the Brit had thought, Gilbert indeed didn't care. He was far more interested in getting his already-more-than-enough revenge. The particularly loud laugh Arthur let out compelled him to keep on tickling the other, along with the fact that Arthur called him a pervert. He failed to notice how he was slowly losing his balance with all the thrashing about they were doing.
"I'm no pervert!" he protested, growing more persistent with his tickling. Again, he ignored the blond's pleas to stop, though he was surprised when Arthur turned around and tried to grip his wrists, causing the albino to completely lose his balance. Gilbert fell back, though only after he had grabbed Arthur along with him.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Dec 10, 2010 20:12:18 GMT 8
Arthur was almost crying for laughing so hard. He was extremely ticklish and Gilbert seemed to sure take advantage of that. He refused to cry out for mercy. He tried to stop the other.
He didn't fail, because Gilbert had stopped, but that was because he had lost balance and fell down. But he dragged him with him down. Arthur landed on top of Gilbert. "Idiot." he scowled as he looked down at Gilbert.
He suddenly noticed the position they were in know. On the floor, faces inches away from each other. A blush creeped onto his face but he didn't look away from Gilbert.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Dec 10, 2010 22:32:11 GMT 8
Gilbert's eyes shut tight and he winced in pain when his body made contact with the cold, hard floor. Arthur landing on top of him soon after didn't really help either. "Scheiße," he hissed under his breath, barely registering the Brit's insult and their close proximity. He used his arms to sit up slightly and opened his eyes, only to find the brilliantly green ones he had been enamored with earlier staring right at him, and an adorably flushed face so close to his own.
He paused, not really sure what to do next. Normally he would have been amused at what a cliché of a situation they were in, but they were so close, and Gilbert could only think of closing the distance, even though he knew Arthur wouldn't like that. But then again, he still hadn't looked away like he would usually do...
Steadying himself with one arm, Gilbert raised his other one, his hand coming up to caress Arthur's cheek. Then the hand shifted to take hold of the other's chin, and Gilbert closed his eyes before tugging gently so that their lips would meet.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Dec 12, 2010 20:33:42 GMT 8
Arthur stared back into the bright red eyes of Gilbert. They were beautiful. He felt his cheeks reddening. His face was probably just as red as Gilbert's eyes. But he didn't look away.
He wanted to ask if Gilbert was okay, but remained silent. They were so close. Arthur wondered what Gilbert would do for a few seconds.
Then he was drawn closer, his heart skipped a beat when their lips touched but he didn't pull away. Instead he closed his eyes and kissed Gilbert back.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Dec 12, 2010 22:57:28 GMT 8
Gilbert hadn't expected the other to actually respond, but he certainly wasn't complaining. Smiling slightly into the kiss, he continued to move his lips against Arthur's soft ones. He had the slight urge to deepen the kiss, though didn't act on it; even he wasn't that forward. He settled on prolonging the contact, savouring the Brit's taste and also to give him more tastes of his awesome.
The hand gripping Arthur's chin moved to the back of his neck, and Gilbert pulled him closer, applying more force to the kiss though still keeping it close mouthed. He vaguely wondered how long Arthur was going to allow it to last, and whether the blond was even planning on stopping it. Because Gilbert was pretty sure that if he wasn't stopped, he'd have no qualms with moving further.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Dec 13, 2010 0:47:42 GMT 8
Arthur shivered a bit when Gilbert didn't stop but continue kissing with more force. Part of him told him to back away but his body didn't. He kissed him back when the albino drew him closer.
He wrapped his arm around Gilbert's neck, without thinking. It all just went automatically. He tried to force himself to stop but he wouldn't. Not yet, he wanted to enjoy it j-just a little more.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Dec 13, 2010 16:16:42 GMT 8
Gilbert received an answer to his musing when he felt Arthur wrap an arm around his neck. That was more than enough of an incentive for him to continue. The German led the kiss to a more intimate direction, alternating between fully pressing his lips against Arthur's and locking their lips together.
Then he pulled away, making their lips produce a small smacking noise, and took a quick breath before initiating another kiss. His hand moved once again, now resting on the small of Arthur's back.
Gilbert let the kiss continue in a more languid pace for a few moments before lightly tracing over Arthur's lips with the tip of his tongue, unsure if he were asking for permission to deepen the kiss or if he simply did it out of instinct.
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Dec 14, 2010 3:46:14 GMT 8
Arthur shifted into the kiss, as Gilbert locked their lips, he tried to make himself sit a bit more comfortable.
He gasped for air as Gilbert pulled away to take a breath as well. Before he could say anything, suggesting they should stop, the German kissed him again.
This time a more intimate kiss, he tried to deepen it. Arthur held his mouth shut for a few moments but then finally opened it for the other's tongue to enter. Maybe they were going too far? Arthur felt his cheeks grew warmer. His face probably even redder now.
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