The first TW/DW RPF COMMENT-FIC CARNIVALE!
Oh hallo. Are you here for something?
Of course you are.
What's your name? You're Candy?
Of course you are.
On behalf of Myself, cruentum, and degenerates everywhere, welcome to:
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Of course you are.
What's your name? You're Candy?
Of course you are.
On behalf of Myself, cruentum, and degenerates everywhere, welcome to:
( Read more... )
"Smooth." He breathed the word out over skin and was rewarded with a shudder and a soft 'hmmm'.
He sucked lightly before nipping his way slowly up the calf until he reached the juncture at the back of the knee. Gareth exhaled, his breath drifting over the spot which he knew, from previous experience, was ticklish.
"Gareth." Soft, pleading.
Now it was Gareth's turn to hmm in response, letting the sound vibrate over flesh as he pushed the sequined red dress higher, still slowly kissing and sucking on his journey upwards.
Settling the dress around a nipped in waist Gareth felt a pang of jealousy. So trim, whereas he had a tendency to thicken around the middle the second he stopped exercising.
"Gareth, please." The pleading had turned to begging but Gareth was determined to take his time. This was his prize. Everyone knew he hated musicals, no matter who was in them. This was his reward for sitting through two hours of song and dance and he would take it slow if that was what he wanted. No matter how much his knees ached from the hard concrete floor or the voices reminded him there were people passing in the corridor outside all the time. At any moment someone could walk in and see him on his knees worshiping this glorious creature.
With his eyes closed he had relied on feel and smell so far; the soft feeling of skin beneath his lips and the sweet creamy smell of coco butter moisturiser. But now he opened his eyes to be confronted by the most hideous pair of knickers he had ever seen. He knew there was a reason for them but he couldn't stifle the chuckle which threatened to escape. That earned him a sharp tap on the head as if he were one of the dogs.
To stop any further inappropriate laughter he buried his face into the thick elastic and breathed out, moist and heavy. A moan echoed low in the small room.
Tugging the elastic panties down with his teeth he buried his nose in the small patch of soft light brown hair, inhaling deeply. It never failed to surprise him how intoxicating he found that smell.
"Oh God please."
Relenting slightly in his go slow plan, mainly because his own dick was ramrod hard in his pants but also because he couldn't resist the begging tone, Gareth ran his tongue along the silky skin stopping at the very top to dip his tongue into the moist hollow he found there. He lapped up the liquid, hips pushing up eagerly into his face. Pulling back just a fraction he was urged on by a hand in his hair gripping tightly and a decidedly masculine growl.
"Jeez Gaz, get on with it. You're killing me here."
Eyes sparkling with mischief, Gareth glanced up into the face of his lover; cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted, blonde wig askew. He chuckled, his laugh ghosting over the cock inches from his face causing his lover to shiver.
"Hell John, even in a dress you are so bossy."
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OMG YES.
This was made of win.
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Sorry for John, with Gareth doing that? Not a chance.
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