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.
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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