William T. Spears (
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[ Graduating from the reaper academy was nothing to brag about. Sure you gained some skills and were granted permission to customize your glasses and scythe, but beyond that, all that was in the newly trained reapers' future was tedious, unavoidable work encased within long nights of depression and regret. Unlike mortal graduations that were followed by celebration, reapers were informed of how they came to be, what was expected of them, should they wish to redeem themselves, and then shown their personal cinematic records. Forced to relive the pain of their mortal lives. To say it's a traumatic experience is a vast understatement.
William stands alone in his newly assigned, permanent flat. It's barely furnished, with just the essentials, no life or personality to be seen. All that's playing through his mind is his record. A horrific thing to rewatch, certainly, but somehow it was made more painful by a fear that had been newly established. He's suddenly feeling sick from the thoughts and has to exit the apartment to collect himself. Glancing up, he sees a brief flicker of bright red at the end of the hall, and before he can stop himself he's following after it. ]
Grell Sutcliffe?
William stands alone in his newly assigned, permanent flat. It's barely furnished, with just the essentials, no life or personality to be seen. All that's playing through his mind is his record. A horrific thing to rewatch, certainly, but somehow it was made more painful by a fear that had been newly established. He's suddenly feeling sick from the thoughts and has to exit the apartment to collect himself. Glancing up, he sees a brief flicker of bright red at the end of the hall, and before he can stop himself he's following after it. ]
Grell Sutcliffe?
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Well, I won't know one way or the other, until you do.
[ Scooting closer, her hand finds his chest, idly grasping at his shirt. ]
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Her fingers raise to rest against her lips. It might be hilariously endearing, but she. Can't. LAUGH. ]
Ah... Darling. You must relax.
[ For anyone else, she's certain that she'd tell them how dreadful they are, but him... why does she suddenly feel so soft towards him?! ]
Here, let me show you, and you can follow... You must soften your lips--
[ Leaning in, she will cup his face - and, assuming that he allows it, she will go in for a kiss. Her nose barely grazes his, her lips parted ever so slightly, so that they may embrace his. She will allow them to linger for a few moments, before she pulls away, muttering against his mouth, voice hushed and husky. ]
Like so.
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I believe I can do so.
[ He takes a breath again, allowing his body to relax. He hadn't realised just how tense his shoulders had been. Wetting his lips slightly, he leans in once more to take her in a kiss. Already it feels better, more natural. Her bottom lip is nestled between his and he suddenly feels the urge to suckle it lightly. ]
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Well?
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Much better. But...
[ Her hand pets up in his hair, as she nuzzles close, lips teasing against his! ]
We should be certain that you're comfortable with all the kissing techniques~
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[ While probably meant to be flirtatious, William's fairly monotone voice reads more like a submitted request form. Still, the intention is there, and he hasn't backed away - or shoved her! - despite his hair getting toyed with! ]
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[ With a chuckle, she scoots in closer, leaning her body into his. The kiss that follows is more heated - and she parts her lips to take his again, and once more! There's even the slightest flick of her tongue. ]
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What started as a stiff kiss has now evolved to a full on snog! ]
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I assume I'm doing well?
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I think you know the answer to that.
[ And, just in case he doubt it, she rolls her hips into his - her cock, though only partly hard, is still easily felt through the fabric of their pyjamas. ]
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Ah. Yes, that is plainly obvious now.
[ He clears his throat. ]
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Don't you worry, silly man. I recall what you've said.
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[ Rebellion is one of her main attributes, after all. William loosens his hold around her, instead settling his hands at her hips. It's such a contrast - her slender feminine frame and features, yet the hardness pressing against his lower stomach reminds him that's not the case. ]
I've never experienced any of this, especially with another man.
[ Don't go killing the moment even more, William! ]
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Until, you know, that last line. A touch of frustration shows in her features, then, as she huff through her nostrils. ]
Well, if it's any consolation, it isnt as though I have extensive experience, myself. I also don't see myself as a man.
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Regardless of that, you have a cock and it's pressing against my own.
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It certainly is. [ Smooch! ]
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You are going to have to get off. We cannot sleep this way.
[ Wording, William... ]
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What, you don't enjoy kissing me anymore~?
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