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Feelings, Deprivation & Circumstances.
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The Teller [8] Ya, that's me.
Thalia Moore [5] Its me
Adyant [0] Male
Yang-Mei Xieng [0] Yang is a Chinese-born assassin, warrior and a bounty hunter.
Marcus Lane [0] A cyborg from another world. In a relationship with Camari Lennon. Original name Madzkit. Age: 25 years old.
Camari Lennon [0] Female
Clint Barton [0]
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Clint moved up with a string of moans, his breath hitching as he closely felt the other man's touch.
Adyant left kisses full of desire across his companion's neck, his hand twisting in all the pleasurable moves against Clint's erection. This would last a while, the lust, the heat. Now, it was something they both wanted. He thrust his palm all over the archer's length, his grip increasing seductively as his fingers brushed against the most sensitive areas.
Clint gasped, shifting slightly and groaning. He was very pleased, and, Adyant was certainly talented at that.
The ginger-haired man enjoyed hearing all the indications of intense pleasure from Clint, it was satisfactory enough. He slowed his pace against the archer's erection, raising his head to glance at him. ''You want more, dear Hawk?'' Adyant cooed, smirking and flicking his tongue over his lips.
The archer said nothing, shaking his head and gazing at Adyant's eyes for a second before frowning shortly.
''Mmm, good, you are pleased enough,'' Adyant mouthed and rolled off the archer, his voice raspy with hints of lust. He held an arm around Clint, very fortunate that the memories would only come back for a few hours. There was nothing he'd be blamed for, no harm he caused...the archer wanted this.
Clint breathed out, moving closer to Adyant and swallowing. He blinked rapidly, staring at the ceiling.
''Everything fine, little one?'' The ginger-haired man questioned softly, stroking Clint's exposed back and pecking his lips with a smile as he closed the space between their bodies.
Adyant breathed out lengthily, his eyes closing and opening in a slow manner. ''Tell me, is your relationship well? Do you love her?'' He questioned, actually wishing to find out how was the archer's love life.
''That's worth it, you two are clearly perfect together,'' He mouthed and grinned halfly, running a hand through his ginger hair.
''You wanna sleep, little Hawk?'' Adyant inquired in a rustle, leaning over to plant a kiss on the archer's forehead as he smiled. He usually finished his victims roughly, but Clint was an exception.
''Alright, I'll leave you to it,'' The alien spoke in a hushed tone, getting to his feet and straightening his clothes with a small smirk. He was thrilled to see what would happen in the morning.
''You don't want me to stay, do you now?'' Adyant smirked, turning around to face the archer with his arms folded over his chest.
The ginger-haired man chuckled, shaking his head and walking back to the bed where he sat down. ''Tell you what, I'll be here till you fall asleep.''
''O-okay'' The archer mouthed, breathing out lengthily and blinking slowly. He wasn't really tired, more exhausted.
Adyant smiled, looking down at the archer. ''You're a good little Hawk,'' He whispered, stroking his hair lightly. The alien knew he couldn't stay here till the morning, nothing good would happen. But there was no way Adyant could be blamed, none of it was his fault. In realty, it was, although, that couldn't be exposed.
''Of course'' Clint spoke silently, finding a comfortable position on the other side of the bed where he gradually let his eyes close.
The ginger-haired man waited for Clint to fall asleep before he got off the bed. He slowly exited the room, murmuring a few words in a foreign language to himself as he headed to his own sleeping quarters. It was a long night. Adyant smirked at the thought and closed the door of his room, breathing out with a sly grin.
10th Monday October, 9:45 AM that frigid yet sunny morning. Yang was up since eight o'clock, finishing some practice before she went to the kitchen, drinking sweet coffee and pondering where everyone was.
Adyant was in his sleeping quarters, scribbling on a parchment in foreign letters while he rethought last night, slyly. As for his brother, the cyborg was awake in the infirmary, unable to move much with barely any pain whilst he breathed. Marcus still didn't want to accept the fact that Adyant helped him, even though he knew it was true.
Adyant was in his sleeping quarters, scribbling on a parchment in foreign letters while he rethought last night, slyly. As for his brother, the cyborg was awake in the infirmary, unable to move much with barely any pain whilst he breathed. Marcus still didn't want to accept the fact that Adyant helped him, even though he knew it was true.
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