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akafox
May 7, 2015 2:31:43 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on May 7, 2015 2:31:43 GMT
hi bae :3
i made us a thread hehe |
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akafox
May 7, 2015 2:45:55 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on May 7, 2015 2:45:55 GMT
just posting this here so i dont forget we dont have to do jeffhunter rn if you dont want to Jeffery couldn't help but scoff at the other boys words, "Hunter, I don't think they try to appear tall.... At least, for me. They're all like a whole foot taller than I am. You are too, you know." He grumbled, letting his hood fall down so that Hunter could touch his hair, secretly enjoying the other boy's fingers gently moving through his hair, "Yeah, either that or I'll officially be your bitch. I really don't know what I want to do." His ear flicked and he seemed to space out a little, "Wait... Did you just say I was special? I mean, I know I'm different, in that loser-video-gaming-only-one-friend kind of way, but I don't really see how you could say I'm special." It was the most he had spoken at one time since.... Ever. Even though he was enjoying Hunter's hand in his hair, sometimes his fingers would brush against the base of his ears and he'd have to bite back any sound his body wanted to make, he reached up and removed it, pulling his hood back on with the other hand. He didn't explain himself, but he held Hunter's hand until the appendages were back by the boys' sides. Only then did he release the hand, stuffing it back in his pocket with the other, letting out a huff. |
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akafox
Jun 12, 2015 17:39:25 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 12, 2015 17:39:25 GMT
-accidentally bumps-
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akafox
Jun 12, 2015 18:28:23 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 12, 2015 18:28:23 GMT
Hi baby. ;w; -Snuggies- Let me try to remember stuff about Hunter...
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akafox
Jun 12, 2015 19:13:39 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 12, 2015 19:13:39 GMT
-kisses- hey love<3 how are ya doin?
okidoki tak eyour time :3
i could go find his information if youd like?
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 19:38:58 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 13, 2015 19:38:58 GMT
The Houndoom Poke-human looked at him as he moved his hand away, giving a shrug and letting his arm swing back to his side as they walked on down the cobblestone paths leading to the art building, where they both had culinary class together. "Heh, no man! You're special because you have the brain of a super genius - even when you were little! Like... Do you remember when we were little, and I always wanted to play sword fight but you were too busy doing puzzles?" He looked down at him, a smile pulling back up to his lips as he reminisced in the sweet memories. "I mean, yeah, you were kind of a drag, but I don't know any other 8 year old enjoyed puzzles more than playing... And, it's more than your smarts." He continued, turning as the path careened to the left, they were at the large double doors of the art building now. When they opened them a blast of noise hit them, people rummaging, talking, laughing, shuffling feet and closing doors. They made their way to the stairs, the cooking class was on the third floor. "You're also not mean, you never gave in to the stereotypes of teenagers, you were always mature for your age. You're not a slave to your hormones, which, is not normal - and that makes you special!" He teased, giving him a nudge, but forgetting his strength and bumping him up against the wall. He slammed a hand over his mouth shamefully. "Oh shit!" He stifled a laugh. "Sorry!"
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 20:10:14 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 13, 2015 20:10:14 GMT
Jeff made a low noise in the back of his throat, refusing to move from being pushed against the wall, "No you're not." He mumbled and sighed, hesitating before pushing himself off the wall and attempting to tackle Hunter. Attempt being the key word. It was like trying to tackle a brick wall.
He continued to push against Hunter, his arms wrapped around the taller boy's waist, his fingers digging into the back of his shirt, "Move, damn you." He grumbled, his words mumbled by his face being smooshed into his chest.
Soon enough he gave up and whopped his fist against Hunter's back.
He lifted his head to look up at Hunter and smirked, "Are you a slave to your hormones?" He teased and pulled away, starting off to the classroom again.
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 21:01:51 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 13, 2015 21:01:51 GMT
Hunter howled with laughter when the little Poocheyna tried to knock him over, his feet remained planted in the tile. He purred and tussled his hair once more, his hood falling back down. "You dweeb." He teased as they started walking again. "Well of course." Hunter shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I mean, I like to think I'm not as pompous as some others, but like, when you're fueled by hormones you just. You wanna." He thought, how could he explain this? "You like, have weird. Primal urges or something." He scoffed at how stupid he sounded, pushing open the door to culinary class where students were flooding in, class was about to start. "Like, when you wanna put your dick in somethin', you reeeaaally wanna put your dick in somethin'." He sighed, sliding into his stool and resting his arms on the high raised counters. "Shit sucks bro." He smiled at Jeff just as the bell rung. The teacher for this class was Ms. Willow, she was a Ledian Poke-human with antennas and little lady bug wings. She had curly red hair and was rather relaxed and kind, but could get snappy at so much as a drop of a pencil when she was teaching.
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 21:13:49 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 13, 2015 21:13:49 GMT
Jeff: ...
i think i need a towel...
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 21:22:00 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 13, 2015 21:22:00 GMT
XD Oh my God bae. <3
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 21:38:34 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 13, 2015 21:38:34 GMT
Jeff's face paled and he stumbled a bit as he moved to sit down before he looked up at Hunter as if in terror. He quickly reached up and pulled his hood back on, leaning his head on the table and keeping himself out of sight. His face filled with blood and he subconsciously squeezed his legs together a bit, "Hunter, I really don't need to think about you putting your dick in something..." He mumbled, his voice harsh as if he was grossed out by the thought, and not just a little turned on. Putting your dick in something... Like me... Over and over... With your lips on my neck... And your hands in my hair... Over and over... Until I scream your name... He wrapped his hands over his head, covering his ears as if that would help erase his thoughts. "You're so gross. Why do I even talk to you?" His voice gave a small whine and he shifted in his seat a little more. |
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 21:39:08 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 13, 2015 21:39:08 GMT
yeah youre right
he needs like 4 towels XD
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 21:51:10 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 13, 2015 21:51:10 GMT
Why did Hunter have to be ever so oblivious? He had no idea of what Jeff was thinking, he just nudged him and laughed. Honestly, if he had a nickle for every time he accidentally flirted with Jeff without knowing t, he'd be rich by now. He just never pieced the puzzle together. Jeff grew red every time he talked about this kinda stuff, he'd never look at him on sleep overs when he had his shirt off, he was always nervous to go swimming with him. Nope, Hunter just thought it was him being weird. "You know you love it." He purred, resting his head on the table too and peeking through the cracks in Jeff's crossed arms to see his eyes through the dim shadows. He flashed him a handsome smile, then Ms. Willow started class. "Alright students! Today, we're going to partner up and make cup cakes!" She beamed, little wings buzzing as she flew up to the center of the room. "You'll pick out your ingredients on the far table, please work with the partners at your counter. I expect to have these done and decorated by the end of the period, I'll give you a grade when you bring them to me." Her feet touched the floor once more. "If you need any help let me know, and now is not the time to goof off." She sent a quick glare toward Hunter, his ears lowered. "Alright, chop chop!" Ms. Willow clapped her hands and the room was filled with footsteps as students went to clamber for ingredients.
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akafox
Jun 13, 2015 22:41:41 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 13, 2015 22:41:41 GMT
As soon as she gave the ok, Jeff grabbed Hunter by the hand, his fingers slipping between Hunters, and started for the pantry, knowing exactly what kind of cupcakes he wanted to make. He was absolutely glad that his pants were tight and his jacket hung past his butt, cause he had no idea how he would react if anyone were to point out the raging hard-on in his pants. In the pantry he stopped and dropped his hood to get a better sense of his surroundings, his hands going to his waist (pulling Hunters hand with it), "Ok." He turned around, so concentrated on what he was thinking he didn't realize he was craning his neck and that there was barely any space between their chests, "You get the base ingredients for chocolate cupcakes and make them." He said and raised his free hand to point, "I'm counting on you loser." His eyes narrowed, "Leave the icing to me." He let go of Hunter's hand, finally, and turned to look behind him, "Alright, let's go." He blindly tried to slap Hunter's back, and ended up half palming one of his ass cheeks before taking off to gather his ingredients. |
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akafox
Jun 14, 2015 1:27:26 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 14, 2015 1:27:26 GMT
Hunter blushed as he was dragged along, his hand nearly flying right into the boys pants and his chest pressed up against him as they tightly wound through people. He laughed nervously, feeling instant relief as he let go of his hand, then squealing as he smacked his ass. He stumbled away, his cheeks bright pink as he quickly gathered his barings, just now registering what he had said. Right, okay, batter. What did you need to make batter again? Oh goodness, his heart was beating fast. Come on Hunter, get a hold of yourself. The Houndoom fumbled over to the back counter and picked out the batter mix, the required milk, 3 eggs, a whisk, and a measuring cup. He had the stuff piled in front of his face by the time he made it back to their counter. He brought out a mixing bowl and poured in the ingredients, cracking the eggs and tossing aside the shell. Cooking was a messy job, but Hunter found that he liked it a lot. He wasn't the best, most of the time his stuff came out looking messed up and sloppy, which was why Jeffery did a lot of the decorating. He began to mix all of the ingredients in the bowl, smiling as the batter swished round and round. He went faster, some of it spilled out of the bowl. By the time Jeff came back with the icing materials he had a majority of the brown batter splattered over the counter. He flashed him a smile, eyes bright as usual when he was happy. "What color's the icing gonna be?" He smiled, tail swishing back and fourth.
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akafox
Jun 14, 2015 2:01:44 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 14, 2015 2:01:44 GMT
Jeff put his own ingredients on the table -- rather... On a relatively clean part of the table -- and gave Hunter his own small smile, pulling his hood back on his head, "Orange..." He said, his voice a bit sing-songy. He watched Hunter for a few moments, pulling his gaze away only when he noticed that he was staring more at the ways Hunter's muscles rippled under his skin than what he was actually doing. He tore his gaze away and blushed again, swallowing hard as he was reminded of the problem in his pants. He threw himself into making the icing, his sleeves rolled up as to not get dirty. After he got the base color down and was whipping it into the appropriate thickness, he glanced up at Hunter for a quick second. He cleared his throat and adjusted his grip on the spoon he was using, "So, uh... I-I think I'm going to go back to my room after class..." He said quietly, keeping his gaze on the icing as he worked it over. |
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akafox
Jun 14, 2015 2:05:22 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 14, 2015 2:05:22 GMT
bae -snuggles-
yknow how jeff's not supposed to be a slave to his hormones?
ahaehahaehaha
he isssss
hes a freak on the low
more like he tries not to let himself get distracted by those few sexual things
but when he does he skips class to take a cold shower and watch cartoons XD
yeah thats right
hes such an innocent little kid he doesn't even touch himself
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akafox
Jun 14, 2015 2:14:42 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 14, 2015 2:14:42 GMT
((Oh my god.... What a dweeb. XD
I need to fix that...
or rather
Hunter needs to fix that.
Just a quick recap on what he looks like, right? He's got tanner skin, he's muscular, he's got black ahie that he mainly wears up and it has shaved sides, but it's still like soft? Not like a bald shave, but rather like, the hair is a lot shorter - you know what I mean. XD And he's got almost tropical green eyes, Houndoom horns, and a Houndoom tail, and ears. Oh, and he has those chain like patterns on his wrist and ankles.
Also
I'm horny. XD))
Hunter looked up from his mixture, one dark eyebrow raising. "What? Why?" He asked, looking back down at his mixture, it looked just about done. He brought out a cooking sheet as well as the paper cups to hold the cup-cakes. "You don't ditch." He said, more so to himself. Next period the had English together with Mr. Reeves, he was a douche, but that wouldn't stop Jeff from going, right? No, he wasn't normally like this. He looked back up at him. "Did you forget something? Do you need me to come with you?" Even if Jeff said no, Hunter would probably go with anyway. He was cautious now of those bullies that picked on him, he wouldn't leave Jeff's side for another week or so, just to make sure those assholes didn't come back to fuck with him. And if they did, well, Hunter had the physique to leave someone bruised, he normally just didn't have the heart to. But, he was protective of those that were close to him, he'd do anything for them. May I out emphasis on anything.
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akafox
Jun 14, 2015 2:31:52 GMT
Post by Kit Harington on Jun 14, 2015 2:31:52 GMT
i know right? XD but that also makes him absolutely adorable and yes hunter use those hands XD ... funny you should mention that.... -- "It's just... I just..." How to explain to my best friend that thinking of him pounding into me has got me rock hard? "Don't feel that good...?" He finished weakly and attacked the icing harder, frustrated with himself. His motion sputtered and he almost dropped his bowl as he realized that Hunter had asked if he needed him. His mind flashed to what he wanted to do: take a shower. But in the next second, he wasn't alone in his fantasy. Hunter was right behind him. Right. Behind. Him. He kept his head ducked and somehow, even though he could feel his knees go weak, he kept himself still. "Yeah..." The words were spoken before he could think about what he was saying. It was too late to take it back, so he tried a different approach, "Well... I don't need you to come with me..." Truth. Actually, there was a double truth there, one that had him gripping the spoon until his knuckles were white and he started to stir again, "But I'd appreciate it..." Again, truth, "If you want to..." Damn. Why was his voice so breathy? He kinda felt like he was going to faint... And that brought on a whole 'nother set of fantasies.--
hunter
Barely over 5 feet tall. Poochyena ears and tail. Brown eyes. Three scars running from his left temple to the bottom of his right jaw. he has an undercut, which is where the hair is left long on top but the sides and back are trimmed down. his hair is black and a bit curly.
im tempted to have him wear glasses
but idk if that would be pushing it too far...
also his back is a mess of scars, extending to his shoulders too |
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akafox
Jun 14, 2015 2:42:02 GMT
Post by Aкα on Jun 14, 2015 2:42:02 GMT
((-Blushes- You are too, huh? dhdkaksjdkfjhsdf...))
Hunter's eyes began to darken with worry as he watched Jeffery began to shake. He looked like he was going to fall at any moment, he suddenly dropped his spoon and dashed over to his side, worriedly holding onto his shoulders. "Uh... Jeffery, you don't look so good..." He pointed out the obvious. The boy was hot, but his skin was as white as snow - it was as if the all the blood was rushing somewhere else. But, Hunter, being the naive little kid he was, didn't seem to notice that Jeff was horny as hell. He just felt genuine concern for his best friend. "Look, maybe we should get you home - we can come back later when you feel better and make up this assignment, alright?" He smiled at the thought of coming in here when night fell and having the school to them-selvs. Without waiting for a word of consent, Hunter shouted out to the teacher; "Ms. Willow! I'm taking Jeffery home." He didn't care if she fought back, Ms. Willow forgot about things pretty easily. He heard her give a few words of argument, but he was already rushing Jeffery to the door, and they were out of it by the time she had finished her last sentence. He kept an arm around Jeff's shoulder just in case he fell, just then reminded of how short he was. "Jeez, when did this start?" Hunter frowned, Jeff didn't seem that sick this morning... They walked slowly over the cobbelstone dappled in the sunlight, the campus was quiet as they made their way back to Lantern Dorm room. Hunter would stay with him, though that dorm room wasn't his own - however, Hunter often came into Jeff's room a lot, the dorm mother didn't seem to care. He'd stay with Jeff as long as he needed him to.
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