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million_starTitle: Marked
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Pairing: Solo!Bells (My favorite thing EVER)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Ganked from one of the prompts on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mkmeme: "I'm not huge on slash so it's difficult to request anything from Muse but I would like to see something about Matt around the time of Origin, when he drew his own veins with pen on the arms. I'm hoping maybe some Solo MattTime if you know what I mean ;-)"
Feedback: Is lovely if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit or offense intended, and this is fiction.
Author's Note: Copious amounts of love todolce_piccante & myz_bee for feedback & encouragement! <3
He wakes unusually early in the morning.
He needs a moment to remember where the fuck he is until he sees the mess that litters the room he's in; the bottles and the broken chairs and ohyeahnowIremember.
He wonders where Dom might be, scrunching up his face in concentration, actually sitting up for a second or two until he glares at the hint of soft sunlight coming through the window of his hotel room. With a petulant snarl on his face he stalks to the window in question to draw the curtains closed.
He catches his reflection in the huge mirror on the wall on his way back to the bed and it's at this point that he realizes he's naked. He's not bothered by that in the least, though. His eyes sweep slowly across his body, first noticing the shock of red, mussed hair atop his head before trailing down the full length of his body.
People tell him he's much too thin, much too pale and gaunt. He's not bothered, though. As his eyes fall to the lower half of his body he smirks. Here, at least, there's nothing thin about him. No, that's one area that he's never gotten any complaints in.
But something is off. He cocks his head to the side as his brain tries to make the connection he's desperately trying to make when he notices his arms and it hits him.
They've faded.
This particular problem is easily fixed, though. It takes him an age to find a marker amidst the mess but when he does he sits down in the plush chair in front of the mirror and sets down to marking his skin. He throws one leg lazily over the arm of the chair and makes himself comfortable, one arm in his lap.
It's too bad Dom isn't here; he's always wanted to do this, has always been fascinated with this particular habit of his. He smiles at the mere thought of Dom.
He does that alot, actually; but that's something he keeps to himself.
It's not the marker he typically uses but he doesn't care. The tip slides fluidly across his skin, the smell of ink filling the air. He studies his work intently; watching the color bleed into his skin is so satisfying. It's always been the secret gratification that he likes so much. He's finished with one arm when that old familiar feeling begins to blossom in his groin.
This is why he can't let Dom do this to him. He's not sure if he wants the drummer to know that this is such a pronounced kink to him. And while the blond does hold something of a spell over him at times, he's not ready to admit to it just yet, and he certainly doesn't need Dom having something else to make fun of him about.
His eyes drift slowly to the area between his legs, and for a moment he puts the marker aside so he can cradle the soft skin of his inner thigh with his hand, his fingertips following the same path they have for years now. He squirms a bit in the chair, his head lolling back against it and catches sight of himself in the mirror; being able to see his reflection in the mirror from his seated position was something he wasn't expecting. He's quite the sight in the plush, red chair, all pale limbs and skin, save for the thatch of thick, dark hair between his legs.
He picks up the marker again and resumes his work, the tip of his tongue sliding out to wet his lower lip. His breathing is becoming ever so labored, though, as the delicious heat continues to build at his core, his chest rising and falling. As he begins working on the second arm he notices that his hand is shaking a bit; he knows that it's because he's not able to concentrate on his work because he keeps stealing glances at his cock as it begins to come to life.
He licks his palm as wetly as he can. Long fingers curl tightly around his dripping length and he allows himself one firm tug.
Ohhh.
He wonders briefly just what is more overwhelming right now, the fact that the skin in his hand is searingly hot or that it's so fucking hard. It's decided in record time, however, that he doesn't care.
He's ready.
Contemplating his reflection in the mirror, his eyes widen momentarily. Is he posing? Perhaps, even though he's the only one privy to this little performance. It's a picturesque scene; his legs spread wide, one arm thrown behind his head, cock in hand. When he starts stroking himself firmly his eyes fall not to the hand setting a steady rhythm between his legs, but to the muscles in his forearm as they clench with each tug. The black marks he's traced over his veins strain against his skin as his rhythm increases.
It's interesting to him that amidst the pleasure coursing through his body right now he wonders how Dom would react if he were to walk in on him. Would he like what he saw? Would he turn and leave in disgust?
Would he walk over to the chair and sink to his knees to bury his blond head between these open legs?
More.
Hisses and moans fill the air as he works his cock smoothly, all the while thoughts of Dom flooding his mind. When his eyes fall closed he sees them curled up together, the drummer holding the marker this time, placing quick kisses to his arm before applying ink to that porcelain skin. Oh, what that would do to him... the mere thought of it makes him cry out softly.
Faster.
His eyes desperately want to fall shut, but he forces them open, he wants to see himself come. The urge to open his legs even further overcomes him and he complies, the leg thrown over the arm of the chair now sticking straight out. He's dripping with sweat; the position he's found himself in is taking a lot of work to maintain and he grunts with the effort as he wanks himself mercilessly.
Fuck.
The mirror watches as he pumps himself, the chair rocking and creaking in protest. It's not gonna be much longer, so he makes sure to get one last look at his reflection. When he does it's never been more obvious that this isn't the typical pen he uses to tint the veins on his arms, because the arm that he's thrown behind his head is streaked; the ink is coming off as he sweats profusely. The stains are running down his arm, across his underarm and down his chest. It's an image that spurs him on and he works himself that much faster, his mouth open, a string of filthy moans falling from his lips.
Dom.
YES.
When he finally comes white mingles with black across his hand and forearm, color bleeding into color as it drips onto the chair. He closes his eyes, spent, and giggles to himself.
The hotel can put the chair on their bill.
Author:
millionstarPairing: Solo!Bells (My favorite thing EVER)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut
Summary: Ganked from one of the prompts on
mkmeme: "I'm not huge on slash so it's difficult to request anything from Muse but I would like to see something about Matt around the time of Origin, when he drew his own veins with pen on the arms. I'm hoping maybe some Solo MattTime if you know what I mean ;-)" Feedback: Is lovely if you are so inclined.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no profit or offense intended, and this is fiction.
Author's Note: Copious amounts of love to
dolce_piccante & myz_bee for feedback & encouragement! <3 He wakes unusually early in the morning.
He needs a moment to remember where the fuck he is until he sees the mess that litters the room he's in; the bottles and the broken chairs and ohyeahnowIremember.
He wonders where Dom might be, scrunching up his face in concentration, actually sitting up for a second or two until he glares at the hint of soft sunlight coming through the window of his hotel room. With a petulant snarl on his face he stalks to the window in question to draw the curtains closed.
He catches his reflection in the huge mirror on the wall on his way back to the bed and it's at this point that he realizes he's naked. He's not bothered by that in the least, though. His eyes sweep slowly across his body, first noticing the shock of red, mussed hair atop his head before trailing down the full length of his body.
People tell him he's much too thin, much too pale and gaunt. He's not bothered, though. As his eyes fall to the lower half of his body he smirks. Here, at least, there's nothing thin about him. No, that's one area that he's never gotten any complaints in.
But something is off. He cocks his head to the side as his brain tries to make the connection he's desperately trying to make when he notices his arms and it hits him.
They've faded.
This particular problem is easily fixed, though. It takes him an age to find a marker amidst the mess but when he does he sits down in the plush chair in front of the mirror and sets down to marking his skin. He throws one leg lazily over the arm of the chair and makes himself comfortable, one arm in his lap.
It's too bad Dom isn't here; he's always wanted to do this, has always been fascinated with this particular habit of his. He smiles at the mere thought of Dom.
He does that alot, actually; but that's something he keeps to himself.
It's not the marker he typically uses but he doesn't care. The tip slides fluidly across his skin, the smell of ink filling the air. He studies his work intently; watching the color bleed into his skin is so satisfying. It's always been the secret gratification that he likes so much. He's finished with one arm when that old familiar feeling begins to blossom in his groin.
This is why he can't let Dom do this to him. He's not sure if he wants the drummer to know that this is such a pronounced kink to him. And while the blond does hold something of a spell over him at times, he's not ready to admit to it just yet, and he certainly doesn't need Dom having something else to make fun of him about.
His eyes drift slowly to the area between his legs, and for a moment he puts the marker aside so he can cradle the soft skin of his inner thigh with his hand, his fingertips following the same path they have for years now. He squirms a bit in the chair, his head lolling back against it and catches sight of himself in the mirror; being able to see his reflection in the mirror from his seated position was something he wasn't expecting. He's quite the sight in the plush, red chair, all pale limbs and skin, save for the thatch of thick, dark hair between his legs.
He picks up the marker again and resumes his work, the tip of his tongue sliding out to wet his lower lip. His breathing is becoming ever so labored, though, as the delicious heat continues to build at his core, his chest rising and falling. As he begins working on the second arm he notices that his hand is shaking a bit; he knows that it's because he's not able to concentrate on his work because he keeps stealing glances at his cock as it begins to come to life.
He licks his palm as wetly as he can. Long fingers curl tightly around his dripping length and he allows himself one firm tug.
Ohhh.
He wonders briefly just what is more overwhelming right now, the fact that the skin in his hand is searingly hot or that it's so fucking hard. It's decided in record time, however, that he doesn't care.
He's ready.
Contemplating his reflection in the mirror, his eyes widen momentarily. Is he posing? Perhaps, even though he's the only one privy to this little performance. It's a picturesque scene; his legs spread wide, one arm thrown behind his head, cock in hand. When he starts stroking himself firmly his eyes fall not to the hand setting a steady rhythm between his legs, but to the muscles in his forearm as they clench with each tug. The black marks he's traced over his veins strain against his skin as his rhythm increases.
It's interesting to him that amidst the pleasure coursing through his body right now he wonders how Dom would react if he were to walk in on him. Would he like what he saw? Would he turn and leave in disgust?
Would he walk over to the chair and sink to his knees to bury his blond head between these open legs?
More.
Hisses and moans fill the air as he works his cock smoothly, all the while thoughts of Dom flooding his mind. When his eyes fall closed he sees them curled up together, the drummer holding the marker this time, placing quick kisses to his arm before applying ink to that porcelain skin. Oh, what that would do to him... the mere thought of it makes him cry out softly.
Faster.
His eyes desperately want to fall shut, but he forces them open, he wants to see himself come. The urge to open his legs even further overcomes him and he complies, the leg thrown over the arm of the chair now sticking straight out. He's dripping with sweat; the position he's found himself in is taking a lot of work to maintain and he grunts with the effort as he wanks himself mercilessly.
Fuck.
The mirror watches as he pumps himself, the chair rocking and creaking in protest. It's not gonna be much longer, so he makes sure to get one last look at his reflection. When he does it's never been more obvious that this isn't the typical pen he uses to tint the veins on his arms, because the arm that he's thrown behind his head is streaked; the ink is coming off as he sweats profusely. The stains are running down his arm, across his underarm and down his chest. It's an image that spurs him on and he works himself that much faster, his mouth open, a string of filthy moans falling from his lips.
Dom.
YES.
When he finally comes white mingles with black across his hand and forearm, color bleeding into color as it drips onto the chair. He closes his eyes, spent, and giggles to himself.
The hotel can put the chair on their bill.
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:15 am (UTC)2. He smiles at the mere thought of Dom.
He does that alot, actually; but that's something he keeps to himself.
ADORABLE AND PERFECT IN THE MIDST OF HOTNESS.
3. so he can cradle the soft skin of his inner thigh with his hand, his fingertips following the same path they have for years now.
omfg inner thigh softness. it's like my kryptonite! among other belldom body parts ;)
4. Would he walk over to the chair and sink to his knees to bury his blond head between these open legs?
GUH. i love the way you describe dom's hair, and how it contrasts from the dark hair between matt's legs.
grr i stupidly clicked post too early lol sorry!
5. The mirror watches as he pumps himself, the chair rocking and creaking in protest. It's not gonna be much longer, so he makes sure to get one last look at his reflection. When he does it's never been more obvious that this isn't the typical pen he uses to tint the veins on his arms, because the arm that he's thrown behind his head is streaked; the ink is coming off as he sweats profusely. The stains are running down his arm, across his underarm and down his chest. It's an image that spurs him on and he works himself that much faster, his mouth open, a string of filthy moans falling from his lips.
GOOD GOD. i love that you have the mirror a person. like he's referring to the mirror as someone watching him. brilliant. and as you can see from my frantic use of i/b/u, i'm obsessed with that paragraph ;)
wonderful fic. sexy and teasing and HOT. perfect ending with cheeky matt and his marker. love the whole sensuous vibe of the entire piece.
thank you, sweet d!<3
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Date: 2010-07-15 04:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:19 am (UTC)I CAN'T EVEN. holy. christ. THAT WAS HOT. that's a proper solo, it is, ooooh my lord. i think i've got the vapors.
DAMN, GIRL. thank you for joining
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Date: 2010-07-17 07:52 pm (UTC)Thanks Liz, so very much! &hearts
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 07:53 pm (UTC)Thank you!
:)
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:25 am (UTC)...be back when I've um, done some homework, looooool XD
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Date: 2010-07-17 07:54 pm (UTC)Thanks honey!
&hearts
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:41 am (UTC)i approve of the chair damage. you'll be getting extra grog and lozenges for this! <333
;-D
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Date: 2010-07-17 07:55 pm (UTC)EXTRA?? DOOD!!!!! AWESUM!!! ;) *salutes*
&hearts
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:41 am (UTC)And you've sure got some interesting kinks, Matthew dear. XD
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Date: 2010-07-17 07:57 pm (UTC)Yes he does. <333
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Date: 2010-07-14 05:46 am (UTC)"He throws one leg lazily over the arm of the chair and makes himself comfortable, one arm in his lap."
I could SEE him doing that!
"It's interesting to him that amidst the pleasure coursing through his body right now he wonders how Dom would react if he were to walk in on him."
mmm, me too, Matty, me too....another fic, perhaps????
"His eyes desperately want to fall shut, but he forces them open, he wants to see himself come. "
GOOD GOD WOMAN....MORE.
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Date: 2010-07-17 07:59 pm (UTC);)
mmm, me too, Matty, me too....another fic, perhaps????
A sequel? In which we learn Dom was watching the whole time and was indulging in some solo action of his own...??? *ponders*
Thank you so much!!! &hearts
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Date: 2010-07-14 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 08:01 pm (UTC)(BTW, keep your eyes on the next TPP update... a certain head of the Silver Star costume department may interest you...)
;)
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Date: 2010-07-14 08:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 08:02 pm (UTC)I am very pleased that you liked reading this as much as I liked writing it. ;) Thanks sweetie!! &hearts
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Date: 2010-07-14 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 08:06 pm (UTC)(BTW, I've been without a comp the past few days, so I need to catch up on Temptation this weekend!)
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Date: 2010-07-14 10:35 am (UTC)Red haired Matt + Wanking.
OOOOOOHHHHHHH HELLOOOOOO.
I actually dropped the gum out of my mouth whilst reading this.. It was rather awkward because i didn't notice until i went to chew again. :|
PHWOOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
"When he starts stroking himself firmly his eyes fall not to the hand setting a steady rhythm between his legs, but to the muscles in his forearm as they clench with each tug"
ESPECIALLY THIS.
you are amazing. i love you. :)
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:05 pm (UTC)(Sorry about the gum, though! LOL!)
*loves you back* :)
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Date: 2010-07-14 11:46 am (UTC)Red haired Matt + vein-drawing + wanking + watching himself = a VERY happy Chants. GAH.
T'was SOOOOOO delicious.
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:06 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2010-07-14 12:38 pm (UTC)Somebody had a good idea there! And you wrote a very hot fic!
People tell him he's much too thin, much too pale and gaunt. He's not bothered, though. As his eyes fall to the lower half of his body he smirks to himself again. Here, at least, there's nothing thin about him. No, that's one area that he's never gotten any complaints in.
LOL xD
how Dom would react if he were to walk in on him. [...] Would he walk over to the chair and sink to his knees to bury his blond head between these open legs?
Uh, oh, very hot. Seriously, your fic's done more damage on me than the heat wave! :P
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:08 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
:)
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Date: 2010-07-14 04:20 pm (UTC)You're really an amazing writer! :)
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:08 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2010-07-14 06:05 pm (UTC)I'm new to slash, just caught up on SS and TPP, stumble onto here and find this. Red haired Matt! That's hot enough, let alone the drawing on his arms and general "don't give a shit" attitude. You wrote this beautifully, and the little "Dom" at the end = love. You're such an awesome writer, I'm trying to write some but it's nowhere near as good as this! :)
I love this, I will be back like the dirty Musewhore I am ;)
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:10 pm (UTC)general "don't give a shit" attitude
...which is why I love this Matt so much, I think. ;)
Thank you again hon!
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Date: 2010-07-14 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-17 10:13 pm (UTC)I appreciate it!
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Date: 2010-07-14 08:34 pm (UTC)GAH you're too much!!!
*hugs*
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:14 pm (UTC)*smish*
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Date: 2010-07-14 11:33 pm (UTC)It’s like you live in my brain. I’m so happy that we met, because meeting another Matt girl like myself was totally what I needed, and this—this is eighty thousand shades of brilliant. I read this last night—I’m sorry for not commenting right away; I was on my iTouch and typing up a ~pwoper~ response on said device is rather difficult, orz~—and was open-mouthed the entire time.
D, YOU MADE MY HEART IMPLOOOODE~
I was so hoping that someone else besides myself would take that prompt and spin out something amazing, and you did! red-haired!Matt was from my favorite era (let us have a moment of silence for Origin of Symmetry-era!Muse), and I love how you described him. Your imagery is gorgeous. The inclusion of Dom?—bonus points from me! AND THE MIRROR. dreawjr923rjwsfjsdllr;fd[]]]l;f0237 I have this horrible thing for hot guys looking at themselves in the mirror as they get off. Matt is no exception. It’s no wonder that I love the video for Sunburn as much as I do. There is this picture I have of red-haired!Matt—gah, it’s on my iTouch and not here, otherwise I would’ve showed it to you (then again, you may already have seen it ;D)—where he’s
drapedsitting luxuriously on a chair. THAT PICTURE? YEAH, IT’LL NEVER BE THE SAME FOR ME AGAIN. XDSeriously though, this was bwilliant! This wasn’t even my prompt, but you totally made my night/day/week/etc. by writing this. <3333 –Huuuuuuuuugs!- ♥♥
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Date: 2010-07-17 08:15 pm (UTC)You have no idea how happy this makes me, cos believe me, I am *just* as stoked to find another Matt girl around these parts to have as an LJ friend too! Like I said before, we're so few that we gotta stick together, you know! :) And I have to say that you have blown me away with such a fantastic, detailed comment - I can't thank you enough m'dear! &hearts
let us have a moment of silence for Origin of Symmetry-era!Muse
*bows head in remembrance* ;)
I have this horrible thing for hot guys looking at themselves in the mirror as they get off. Matt is no exception.
Where have you been my whole life?? ;)
There is this picture I have of red-haired!Matt...
Cos I'm always looking for a reason to post Bellamy pics...I dunno if this was the one or not BUT it's the one I had in mind when writing this:
Can you say "fucking delicious"? Unf and guh and YES. Actually, though, this second one led me to have him throw one hand behind his head:
I might need to go lie down now. Gah, he's too gorgeous for words.
Thanks so very much sweets, am stupidly pleased you liked it! *smishes you*
&hearts
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Date: 2010-07-14 11:44 pm (UTC)You might want to capitalize the "I" in the last bit of the second sentence, though. I keep reading it as "Oh yeah, no wire member" which ... ha, might not be the intent!
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:16 pm (UTC)And thanks for pointing that out to me, I suppose in my excitement I overlooked that. *sheepish*
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Date: 2010-07-15 04:44 am (UTC)I AM VERY GLAD THIS WAS THE FIRST.
IT MAY BE THE ONLY THING I READ FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.
BRB, THINGS TO DO.
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-15 08:30 am (UTC)This was hot! I loved every letter of it:)
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:22 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
:)
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Date: 2010-07-15 11:30 pm (UTC)holy shit *thinks of Matt wanking and watching himself in the mirror*
oh gawd *thinks of Dom on his knees between Matt's legs*
GUH... thank you.
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:23 pm (UTC)xx
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Date: 2010-07-16 12:55 pm (UTC)I can't even... holy fuck...
*composes self*
You know you're reading something truly, amazingly hot when you find yourself taking deep breaths and sighing at intervals throughout. Gah.
I loved that you used present-tense for this fic. It really captures the moment and makes the urgency of release more palpable.
My absolute favorite part:
When he finally comes white mingles with black across his hand and forearm, color bleeding into color as it drips onto the chair.
Couldn't even handle the pure, explosively sexy quality of that line. I had to read it over and over... good lord - the image!
This was fantastic. You're fantastic! <3
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:26 pm (UTC)Am very pleased you liked it, thank you sweetie!
I loved that you used present-tense for this fic. It really captures the moment and makes the urgency of release more palpable.
AGREED; I just had to use present tense for that very reason. Ungggghhh. ;)
&hearts
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Date: 2010-07-16 05:23 pm (UTC)And I was all set to leave a comment until I came to the end, and this:
The stains are running down his arm, across his underarm and down his chest
Can't tell you why, but that line is beautiful and lovely and all kinds of good things to me!
Thank you for this. <3
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Date: 2010-07-17 10:31 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, sweets. Love ya!
xxx