//Hello. I am looking for a sweet, shy uke for my possessive seme character, Devron (He is a demon). This roleplay will involve romance and smut. I am looking for someone who can do multi-paragraphs (At least 3) and they must be detailed. If you are interested and someone has already commented a reply, you can send me your reply through personal message.// Good Morning, Love. The older male spoke, lacing his arms protectively across the younger males waist, seeming to pull him closer until his back had rested against Devrons bare chest. This was how they awoken almost every single morning, legs tangled together under the covers, the small body pushed firmly in some way against Devs and an almost simple greeting once both were fully awake. It was this event every morning, that allowed the male to get through his day. That and multiple thoughts of his sweet little love. Laying a singular kiss upon the delicate males cheek, he couldnt help but grin. Burying his face into the others neck, he took in the clean and sweet scent of the other. A unique one that Devron thought smelt something like Vanilla. It was a wonderful scent, that instantly made his body feel awake, yet calmed. It made him feel as though he didnt want to let go of that warm body. As if he wanted to stay home and spend all day cuddling his love in bed. Enjoying every second he could with the male. He even growled softly, low in his throat at the idea of having to go to work. It meant the other would have to go to classes as well and be away from Dev. This caused him to hold the other even closer, tighter to his form. An almost possessive nature forming over him. He had known from the others stories, that his love had been hit on more than once by idiots in his class. It made him furious at the thought. This sweet, loving boy was his and his alone. No one else could ever have him. Managing to calm himself down, he let out a sigh and laid another small kiss upon the others skin. Though this time upon his neck. Shifting his light blue eyes to the others now awakening face, he spoke again in a low, husky tone. We still have about two hours. I am not letting you go until I have to. He meant every word of that and with his eyes closing again, he rested his chin softly against the top of the others head. Reveling in the felling of the other being so close to him. It was going to be a fine morning, he could already tell.
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 08:24:38 +0000
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