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Western District / Re: It's Valentine's Day? (Dusan/M)
« Last post by Dusan Libre on August 21, 2025, 04:02:40 pm »Dusan himself wasn't an inherently romantic individual. Passionate, intense, wild but romantic and tender were not his norm. It didn't mean he couldn't be though. It was one factor from his time over the years learning to be adaptable and in this particular moment his normal passions would likely terrify or overwhelm Haley in the wrong way. He wanted for her to give herself over to her own desires, not his. As she stood somewhat awkward and a little rigid he continued his caresses and kisses. Mouth like a paintbrush against the nape of her neck as his canvas he felt her trepidation as she reached back for him. His actions slowed so that he could observe what she was trying to do or if she needed assistance. Soon she was touching his hot muscles and then gradually lower until she was touching his hardness. Her friction earned her a pulse from it and an increase heat. By her reaching behind her it had opened up her chest more to his exploration and to reciprocate her touch he let his hand now for the first time cradle her bra clad chest. Many lovers were so focused on just genital areas but Dusan saw every inch of Haley as something to be adorned in pleasure.
The first step was getting her to relax though. It wasn't foreplay he was lookin for but to help make her mind over. His head slipped over her shoulder and pivoted just slightly so that she could see his face as he spoke. Helping her to understand through his eyes, tone, and expression just as much as the words he spoke. The words were hers, he was giving them to her in what was an otherwise sort of 'vulnerability' that Dusan was not a creature of. He wasn't big on flowery speech or poetry. He was a creature of action but that made these words all the more valuable. "I love you Haley. You are worth loving. I will not let anyone make you feel inferior even yourself."
He stepped back around her. His strong hands keeping their caresses feather light against her skin as he would unhook her bra but await her lowering of her other arm before he would remove it. "Just breathe. Be here in this moment with me." Rather than hone in on her chest his hands would ease along her exposed sides, her rib cage. Then they journeyed across her belly, her abs, up under her arm as his body pulsed under her touch. Unbuttoning her jeans he guided the zipper down, removing that little bit of tension of the denim hugging around her hips and letting his fingers caress her pelvis just above the waistline of her underwear.
The first step was getting her to relax though. It wasn't foreplay he was lookin for but to help make her mind over. His head slipped over her shoulder and pivoted just slightly so that she could see his face as he spoke. Helping her to understand through his eyes, tone, and expression just as much as the words he spoke. The words were hers, he was giving them to her in what was an otherwise sort of 'vulnerability' that Dusan was not a creature of. He wasn't big on flowery speech or poetry. He was a creature of action but that made these words all the more valuable. "I love you Haley. You are worth loving. I will not let anyone make you feel inferior even yourself."
He stepped back around her. His strong hands keeping their caresses feather light against her skin as he would unhook her bra but await her lowering of her other arm before he would remove it. "Just breathe. Be here in this moment with me." Rather than hone in on her chest his hands would ease along her exposed sides, her rib cage. Then they journeyed across her belly, her abs, up under her arm as his body pulsed under her touch. Unbuttoning her jeans he guided the zipper down, removing that little bit of tension of the denim hugging around her hips and letting his fingers caress her pelvis just above the waistline of her underwear.



















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