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…That was actually really fun.
(Source: wellhellurthere)
untitled by Jacqueline Harriet on Flickr.
How I look when roleplaying normally.
How I look when roleplaying parings/smut.
How I look when a god mod/mary sue shows up.
How I look when I am impatient for a reply.
How I look when a roleplay dies.
How I look when real life people catch me roleplaying.
- I need to go reblog this on all my other accounts. <333~ -
The male would arch his neck ever so slightly; allowing the other room to explore that area. He kept their bodies close rather enjoying the warmth radiating from Kronk’s form as well as his own. Kuzco brushed his nose against the man’s cheek in almost a nuzzle of sort — waiting to see just what would play out. He locked his knees against the cook’s waist in a startled manner at hearing the door open. Those eyes of his widening before he would then freeze; minus a single twitching brow.
Of the all times for a guard to walk in it had to be now. And that, frankly, annoyed the Emperor beyond belief. He tried to compose himself a bit — leaning away from Kronk while bring his index finger up to his own lips in a silencing manner signaling the man not to make a sound. The Emperor shifted a bit while fixing his crown that had become a bit askew while clearing his throat and trying to get his body heat under control. “U-Uh, yeah! Alright, just give me a sec, I was…stretching! Now leave!” The younger male snapped; hating that the moment was completely ruined.
“Yes, Sire…I’ll send him in shortly.”
And with that, the two-toned guard left the room with a confused expression while shaking his head. Once he heard the door shut, Kuzco would slide off the man’s lap. He would cough into his fist awkwardly — straightening out his robes a bit before peeking over towards Kronk and blushing. “…I…well I guess I’ll see you later then…” He wasn’t even sure what to say to the other after such events. Completely mixed up with feelings and lost in his thoughts altogether. What was going to happen now?
The knees around his waist told him just enough as to how Kuzco reacted to the opening door. When the emperor pulled away, Kronk stared at him, and the finger pressed to red, kissed lips. The cook watched as his lord fixed his crown and cleared his throat, flinching for a moment when the man snapped at the guard.
Kronk shifted about in the throne as Kuzco slid off of him and watched as he fixed his robes properly, awkward nervousness simply radiating off of him. At that, the cook also stood and swiftly went about fixing his own clothes, for what little that needed to be fixed, and glancing down at the flushed face, he nodded his head.
“Uh.. yea.. I.. need to go cook things now..”
His own tone was a touch awkward, now that the blood wasn’t rushing through hsi veins into a very different way. Shifting his bulk, he cleared his throat, before offering a swift goodbye and heading down the stairs as quickly as possible without falling. How could he get sucked into that? How could he get sucked into a kiss with the emperor? Now he’d hardly be able to look at him without picturing exactly what happened. The dazed eyes, the body pressed up against his own, the soft and warm lips. He shut his eyes as he took the side hallway again, pressing his hand to his own flushed face. Just remembering it was making him groan.
Wonderful.
Kuzco flicked his gaze off to the side while furrowing together those brows of his. Once he managed to compose himself, the male spoke out in an irritated tone. “W-What are you staring at?” The Emperor huffed while folding his arms and pouting. Great, now the other was probably going to make a big…
Kronk watched as the flustered emperor went about trying to calm the flush across his cheeks. For some strange reason, he almost didn’t want it gone. This was a side of the emperor he never got to see, and honestly, he liked it very much. At the irritated response and huffing, the man tilted his head for a moment. All he could manage was a slow. “Uhh…” At the pointed finger, his eyes went down to follow it, and stare at it for a moment, before looking up at the threat.
He still kept those crocodiles around?
The older man was surprised.
Usually, when he worked for Yzma at least, he was the one to feed them, but now, working elsewhere, he hardly ever saw the creatures anymore. At the sudden question and the scowl his way, he was torn out of his thoughts, and peered forward at the emperor. Just as he was about to answer the man’s question, he gave an undignified yelp as he was grabbed and pushed onto the plush pillow of the throne. When he finally realized what happened, his lap was filled with a straddling emperor. Gaped mouth, he stared upward at him, only to realize, that instinctively, as not to let the other fall, his hands had set themselves upon his waist.
“…Revenge?” Kronk asked, his voice barely able to pass his lips, eyes wide.
“Uh huh, yeah. You started this.” Kuzco folded his arms across his chest once more while pursing his lips out and raising those royal brows of his. The male was thankful that he kept the guards /outside/ of his throne room, leaving the pair alone. He wasn’t so sure they would respect him anymore if they saw his current situation. Not to mention how fast the rumors would spread! The Emperor glanced back towards his currently startled guard before a smile curled up onto his features. “Ah heh, heh…Now then. That is /not/ how you kiss the Emperor.” He waved his arm out in front of him while shaking his head. “Nonononono, Kronky…Pay attention. Mmkay?”
The male really couldn’t believe he was doing this, but, he did have his dignity and dominance to up hold. He wasn’t going to just roll over and take that! Kuzco then slid his hands up the man’s chest slowly; running his fingertips over each crevice of those muscles. They soon came up to rest on those broad shoulders — leaning in close to Kronk as those eyelids of his fluttered close halfway. His breath rather warm against the other’s lower tier before he gave it a small, playful nibble. A rather cocky smirk slipped up onto his face — suddenly clashing his lips onto the cook’s in a rather deep, passionate embrace.
The cook stared up at him as that smile curled up upon Kuzco’s face. The kind of smile that foretold of bad - or good - things to come. At the man’s sudden commentary about the kissing, Kronk was about to object. He hadn’t really planned on making it a proper kiss. Just a press of lips and nothing more! It was just a dare, but now, with the, pleasant, weight upon him, Kronk wondered if he wanted more.
Fingers trailed over his chest and his eyes quickly looked down toward the hands that were now running along his chest. He swallowed slightly at the prickling at the wonderful fingers. Long fingered hands set upon his shoulders and he turned his face back upward toward the handsome face of his emperor. Suddenly, he was all together too close and Kronk felt as if he was breathless. The heat from breathing lips, and just before soft lips pressed against his own, he caught the cocky smirk slip itself to his lips.
After a moment of startled confusion, he realized that it was emperor Kuzco kissing him. Kuzco was kissing him of his own accord. Suddenly, before he could stop himself, he allowed himself to lose control for just one moment and returned the kiss, just as passionate, just as deep, and was leaning upward into the kiss. Powerful, practiced fingers gripped the trim was just a little harder, before one hand slid down to his hip. A low sound rumbled from his chest at the warmth pressed against him, at the kiss, just from the whole moment.
The male was a bit taken back that Kronk didn’t make any attempt to scurry away from him. Then again, it wasn’t as if he was going to /let/ the other do such a thing. Oh no, he was going to finish this little stunt he pulled. Kuzco slipped his arms up around the man’s neck — inhaling deeply through his nose while tilting his head ever so slightly into the kiss. The younger male brought his body to brush up against that guard of his in a teasing manner; flicking his tongue over Kronk’s lower lip.
It was in his nature to mock those around him after all, but it was mostly half-hearted. Kuzco felt a certain heat rush through his body and straight up to his cheeks. Causing them to be dusted over with a crimson flush. He responed to that low rumble with a soft moan that rolled up from his own chest. Those ebony strands of hair shifted against his shoulders as his moved in closer to the cook.
Kuzco swore in his mind: If anyone interrupted his personal time and threw off this particular groove, he wouldn’t just throw them out the window, but the highest window in the entire palace.Kronk wasn’t quite sure what was going on entirely, but he couldn’t help but like it very much. When the hands on his shoulder slid and then, thin arms wrapped about him, his lips curled ever so slightly upward at the pleasant weight upon his shoulders. As his head was tilted just a little further back, he let the feeling sink in. This was Kuzco doing this. It was his emperor, and he loved it. At the light brush of tongue, he gave another groan and parted his lips ever so smoothly.
Bodies pressed together ever so slightly, he felt himself grow just a little light-headed. The quiet moan in return to his own sounds was sending his mind twisting up even further into the clouds. The moment was hot, passionate, and he never wanted it to stop. A tongue had darted into his mouth, curious but dominating, and Kronk couldn’t help another groan spilling from his throat, shared between their lips. There was a battle of tongues, but after a while, the cook had conceded, and had allowed his emperor total control of the kiss.
When it finally came to them pulling away for a mutual need for air, Kronk would not stop there, and instead, with the chance, leaned the slight distance to the emperor’s jaw and pressing his lips to it, moved the man’s head back ever so slightly. A bit of skin could be found between golden thread of his tunic and the blue shine of his earrings, and instead of simply pressing his nose there, he pushed lips to the underside of that jaw. Worshiping the skin, he nipped at it, before soothing it with another kiss. He adored the man before him as if he was the only drop of water in the desert, and he, a helpless victim of dehydration.
Kuzco had long since lost himself entirely in this rather heated situation. Having pulled away from their passionate lip lock in order to gain air — panting ever so slightly as those ebony hues of his were dazed over. He locked his gaze with that of his guard while holding a certain desire in his eyes. The Emperor wanted this man and he would have him one way or another. This wasn’t a simple act of revenge anymore. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew such acts were frowned upon by society, but frankly he didn’t care.
Once Kronk made that little bold movement to attack the skin of his neck, a soft gasp escaped his lips. For that particular area happened to be very sensitive to Kuzco. A shiver ran up his spine causing his body to arch up against that of the man’s broad chest. One of his hands slid up into those dark strands of hair that belong to the cook — gripping at them slightly. “Ah, n-no…touchy…that’s—-” He was cut off by a more audible moan coming up from his throat. The male felt his cheeks heat up even more and was fairly sure they now matched that red attire of his. He drew the cook closer before brushing his lips over the shell of Kronk’s ear — soon nibbling at the tender lobe there. Two could play this little game.
What happened in his throne room, would stay in his throne room. Behind closed doors. For what they shared was forbidden, but oh so sweet.
Kronk had caught sight of the dazed obsidian eyes before he had went for the emperor’s throat. He had seen the burning desire in those eyes, and with a grunt, he had moved toward that thin throat. The sounds the dark-haired man made had him groaning ever so slightly against his throat. The arching chest upon his own had the cook pressing back against him, tightening his grasp upon the emperor’s waist.
The moans that trailed upward from the Kuzco’s throat were shivering as they were brought out. A long-fingered hand tangled into his hair and he growled low against the throat. The lips that pressed to his ear made him tilt ever so slightly, to allow the movement. Everything about this one moment was perfect and he never, ever, wanted it to end. But then, as most good things end, this moment had to be disturbed.
It was only then that a nearby door opended quite loudly. From the floor down below, a guard with a tall staff came inward. Catching sight of the emperor sitting quite.. strangely upon his throat, he cleared his throat and straightened his spine.
“Sire, you’re appointment is currently here.”
Kronk, sitting with his face pressed into Kuzco’s neck, froze, and his breathing stilled. Just over the man’s shoulder, he caught sight of the guard as he came closer, curious as to his emperor’s silence and interesting position.
28.) “Uhh. A confession? Let’s see..
I guess.. that time when were were supposed to poison Kuzco? Yea, about that. I.. sorta grabbed the llama extract on purpose.”
36.) “Recipes honestly. I’m always thinking of something knew to make, something delicious for people to love. Seeing those happy faces always gives me such happiness.”
-28.) Hmmmm. I’m not sure what to put for a confession. x’D I guess.. I like a friend of mine? She’s a sweetheart, funn, and I adore her. <3~
36.) Quite honestly, Tumblr. x’D And all the awesome people at Disnerd or any other group really. My friends come after, and after them, my violin. :’> -
come at me bro!
I’ll answer IC and OOC.
Ooh oh, please, this looks fun!
-I’ll do it both IC and OOC cause this really does look fun. :’>-
(Source: wasteywhiskey)
