LOL that's okay - are you doing the meme? random ppl and friends both can write for you and you write for others, etc.
But here is a short little thing anyway:
Peter moved a couple of inches out and then slid back into Neal again, slowly. It had taken him 40 minutes just to be able to do this much. He didn't know how Neal was so tight, but even when Neal was relaxed, even though he loved the whole process, Neal just always took a long time to get pliant enough -- his body was just some combination of stubborn and resilient that he was tight every time unless it was the same night.
Peter at first had wondered if they should just focus on other things, the long list of sexual combinatorics that didn't involve his dick in Neal's ass. But Neal wanted it as much as Peter did, slow as it was every time. And Peter wanted it. There were times at the office when Neal's pants and Neal's stride were just a little too... Neal. Or when a miniscule curl on the short hairs on the back of Neal's neck glistened with just a hint of sweat... it made Peter want to grab the back of his neck and bend him over the nearest peace of furniture.
There was part of Peter that wondered if Neal enjoyed it as much as he claimed -- the man did like his instant gratification, after all. On the other hand, Neal also liked long projects that required total focus. Neal also liked the idea of working himself like crazy for the sake of romance. And he liked, in his younger days Peter hoped, to go after the impossible scores -- it wouldn't surprise Peter if Neal insisted on it just to prove that the difficulty couldn't stand in the way of getting what he wanted. Peter tried not to think too hard about the reasons, though. He knew Neal's mind, but he also knew that there were labyrinths there that he could get lost in, rabbit holes of motivation and desire that he shouldn't think too hard about lest he become obsessed with unanswerable questions.
But here is a short little thing anyway:
Peter moved a couple of inches out and then slid back into Neal again, slowly. It had taken him 40 minutes just to be able to do this much. He didn't know how Neal was so tight, but even when Neal was relaxed, even though he loved the whole process, Neal just always took a long time to get pliant enough -- his body was just some combination of stubborn and resilient that he was tight every time unless it was the same night.
Peter at first had wondered if they should just focus on other things, the long list of sexual combinatorics that didn't involve his dick in Neal's ass. But Neal wanted it as much as Peter did, slow as it was every time. And Peter wanted it. There were times at the office when Neal's pants and Neal's stride were just a little too... Neal. Or when a miniscule curl on the short hairs on the back of Neal's neck glistened with just a hint of sweat... it made Peter want to grab the back of his neck and bend him over the nearest peace of furniture.
There was part of Peter that wondered if Neal enjoyed it as much as he claimed -- the man did like his instant gratification, after all. On the other hand, Neal also liked long projects that required total focus. Neal also liked the idea of working himself like crazy for the sake of romance. And he liked, in his younger days Peter hoped, to go after the impossible scores -- it wouldn't surprise Peter if Neal insisted on it just to prove that the difficulty couldn't stand in the way of getting what he wanted. Peter tried not to think too hard about the reasons, though. He knew Neal's mind, but he also knew that there were labyrinths there that he could get lost in, rabbit holes of motivation and desire that he shouldn't think too hard about lest he become obsessed with unanswerable questions.
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