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| Russia | Apr 30 2011, 09:18 AM Post #711 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Ivan stared at him for a minute before he got up. "Alright, just stay here, I'm going to get some massage oil." He said, heading to the drawer. He came back with handcuffs behind his back and when he got back to his place, he handcuffed the Prussian's wrists to the headboard. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Apr 30 2011, 09:25 AM Post #712 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Hey!" he exclaimed trying to pull at the handcuffs and away from Ivan. "What the fuck?" he asked glaring at him. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Apr 30 2011, 09:27 AM Post #713 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Ivan smirked slightly at him, reaching over to gently stroke his ears. He kissed his forehead, humming lightly as he tilted his head. "You wouldn't relax, so I had to this." |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Apr 30 2011, 09:30 AM Post #714 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"Well I don't want to do anything so I can go see my friends tomorrow." he stated glaring at him as he continued to try and get out of the handcuffs. He felt his body slowly realxing at the touch to his ears. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Apr 30 2011, 09:44 AM Post #715 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"You'll be able to see your friends." He murmured, continuing to stroke his ears. "If only I fuck you, you'll be perfectly fine." |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Apr 30 2011, 09:53 AM Post #716 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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"What if I don't want to be fucked at all?" he asked his strength to fight the handcuffs deteriorating because of his ears. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Apr 30 2011, 10:04 AM Post #717 |
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Ivan Braginski
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"Then...You'll just have to get over it." He said with a shrug, kissing his jaw. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Apr 30 2011, 10:11 AM Post #718 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Gilbert had the feeling that it wasn't the Ivan he thought it was and he thought back to what he had said. Realization struck him when thought more about how he said that only him would be fucking him. So right now he was either in the precense of Soviet Ivan or Empire Ivan. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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| Russia | Apr 30 2011, 11:12 AM Post #719 |
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Ivan Braginski
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Ivan smirked at him, licking his cheek before he began kissing down his neck. |
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"Metropolis, Has nothing on this You're breathing in fumes, I taste when we kiss Take my hand Come back to the land Where everything's ours For a few hours Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me see you Stripped down to the bone Let me hear you, Make decisions Without your television Let me hear you speaking Just for me" | |
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| Prussia | Apr 30 2011, 11:14 AM Post #720 |
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Gilbert tried to move away from and even tried to kick him away. |
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"It's all a game, avoiding failure, when true colors will bleed All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need I lust for after no disaster can touch, touch us anymore And more than ever, I hope to never fall, where enough is not the same it was before Come feed the rain... 'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust Yeah, feed the rain 'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust" | |
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