Part six FINALLY FINISHED
anonymous
June 9 2010, 14:23:25 UTC
“It’s been an educational experience,” Pheobus admitted, gripping Clopin’s hip to steady him. The gypsy gathered his knees beneath him to quicken his thrusts, bracing himself against Pheobus’ chest. Pheobus’ hips snapped forward, and the shock caused Clopin to cry out.
He clapped a hand across his mouth. Pheobus drove up again and heard a small gasp break free.
“I was promised an aria,” Pheobus reminded him.
“The devil take your aria,” Clopin moaned, grinding down on Pheobus’ cock. Pheobus dragged him into another kiss, rolling him onto his back.
“The devil takes too long,” Pheobus said. He spread Clopin’s legs and thrust deep inside of him, finally eliciting a groan.
“Varlet,” Clopin gasped. Pheobus pushed Clopin’s leg over his shoulder and pounded into him; the gasps became quicker and more ragged, culminating in soft cries.
Clopin reached up again to stifle the sounds, so Pheobus gathered his wrists in one hand and pushed them over his head. He bent his head and plowed into Clopin, surging towards completion.
“Ay, Santa Maria, la Madonna, nuestro madre de dios, el Senor Jesus Christ-” Clopin rattled off. “Please, touch me,”
“Blasphemy,” Pheobus groaned, wrapping his hand around Clopin’s dick. He spread his thumb across the head, and whatever Clopin tried to say in retaliation unraveled into whimpers.
“I’m about to come,” Pheobus squeaked.
“Yes,” Clopin moaned, bucking into Pheobus’ fist. “That’s fine,”
. Pheobus thrust hard inside the gypsy, and finally Clopin bent his head back and keened as he came in strings across his stomach. Pheobus was not far behind.
Clopin wrenched his wrists free and clapped both hands across his mouth. The gasps echoed in the hollow of his palms. Pheobus wrenched them apart.
“Pater hêmôn ho en toes ouranoes,” Clopin gasped. “Hagiasthêtô to onoma sou…”
“Prayers spoken in such circumstance will have you smote,” Pheobus mumbled.
“I think I have been smote,” Clopin said.
“You flatter me,”
“In the hopes of a repeat performance,” Clopin said, cocking an eyebrow. He looked remarkably like his own Brighelle mask, in the dim light.
“That reminds me,” Pheobus said. “Whatever amateur wrote your last review was an extremist- to a trained ear, you’re obviously a tenor,”
“At least I was in pitch,” Clopin said.
(The ending feels a little sudden to me- I kept looking for a better way to close it, but in all the other endings, they just kept talking. And I wanted to end this long bastard. So, yeah, I ship this, now. Thanks alot, OP)
Re: Part six FINALLY FINISHEDstarsimpulseJune 11 2010, 07:16:52 UTC
okay, this was epic. i haven't seen the movie in years and i adored it. clopin is so cheeky, and just, guh I SHIP THEM LIKE BURNING NOW. *goes off to watch the movie*
He clapped a hand across his mouth. Pheobus drove up again and heard a small gasp break free.
“I was promised an aria,” Pheobus reminded him.
“The devil take your aria,” Clopin moaned, grinding down on Pheobus’ cock. Pheobus dragged him into another kiss, rolling him onto his back.
“The devil takes too long,” Pheobus said. He spread Clopin’s legs and thrust deep inside of him, finally eliciting a groan.
“Varlet,” Clopin gasped. Pheobus pushed Clopin’s leg over his shoulder and pounded into him; the gasps became quicker and more ragged, culminating in soft cries.
Clopin reached up again to stifle the sounds, so Pheobus gathered his wrists in one hand and pushed them over his head. He bent his head and plowed into Clopin, surging towards completion.
“Ay, Santa Maria, la Madonna, nuestro madre de dios, el Senor Jesus Christ-” Clopin rattled off. “Please, touch me,”
“Blasphemy,” Pheobus groaned, wrapping his hand around Clopin’s dick. He spread his thumb across the head, and whatever Clopin tried to say in retaliation unraveled into whimpers.
“I’m about to come,” Pheobus squeaked.
“Yes,” Clopin moaned, bucking into Pheobus’ fist. “That’s fine,”
. Pheobus thrust hard inside the gypsy, and finally Clopin bent his head back and keened as he came in strings across his stomach. Pheobus was not far behind.
Clopin wrenched his wrists free and clapped both hands across his mouth. The gasps echoed in the hollow of his palms. Pheobus wrenched them apart.
“Pater hêmôn ho en toes ouranoes,” Clopin gasped. “Hagiasthêtô to onoma sou…”
“Prayers spoken in such circumstance will have you smote,” Pheobus mumbled.
“I think I have been smote,” Clopin said.
“You flatter me,”
“In the hopes of a repeat performance,” Clopin said, cocking an eyebrow. He looked remarkably like his own Brighelle mask, in the dim light.
“That reminds me,” Pheobus said. “Whatever amateur wrote your last review was an extremist- to a trained ear, you’re obviously a tenor,”
“At least I was in pitch,” Clopin said.
(The ending feels a little sudden to me- I kept looking for a better way to close it, but in all the other endings, they just kept talking. And I wanted to end this long bastard. So, yeah, I ship this, now. Thanks alot, OP)
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Haha, not enough people ship it.
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BANTERY SEX. NNNNGH.
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I weep from all the witticisms and charm. And sex. Never forget the sex.
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