Sweet 16
Anyone else smell sulphur? Anyway...
They grow up so fast, don't they. The meme is coming of age and now considered legal in most parts of the world. (In case someone wanted to write meme/? )
We've never been very strict parents and are very proud of all our little meme's achivements. Here's a little reminder of the rules as the meme sometimes picks ( Read more... )
They grow up so fast, don't they. The meme is coming of age and now considered legal in most parts of the world. (In case someone wanted to write meme/? )
We've never been very strict parents and are very proud of all our little meme's achivements. Here's a little reminder of the rules as the meme sometimes picks ( Read more... )
“You’re being cruel now,” She said with just the tiniest hint that she liked it. Ed finished cleaning himself up with his boxers, looked up at her like she was bringing rain after a drought.
“He’s been very patient,” Andy agreed, although there was a note of reluctance in his voice (kinky bastard, Ed thought, longingly). Andy forced himself off the bed away from her, like he was fighting a magnetic force.
He removed Ed’s gag first.
“You total bastard. You shit… fucker.”
“Insulting me before I’ve unlocked you. Let’s see how well that goes,” Andy made to get up, but Yvette stopped him with a glare and a sternly whispered Andy.
“Listen. I meant what I said so you’d better get it into your thick skull: I love you both, which means I love Yvette as well as you. And you will understand that, even if I have to cuff you every bloody night. Okay?” Ed thought about pouting. “Okay?” Andy repeated (that tone that made Ed weak-kneed just thinking about, he could practically taste the leather belt in his mouth..).
Andy tangled his hand in Ed’s hair to keep him from lynching them, but Ed didn’t even struggle, just kissed Andy like it was the last act of a dying man. He stumbled to the bed, dragging Andy with him, to his waiting wife, falling on her with a little cry.
“I love you both so much, fuck.” He said, slightly breathless. He buried his face in her shoulder, practically crying as Andy stroked his back.
“Love you too,” She put her head on his chest. Ed looked to Andy, automatically.
“Well, obviously, same. You think I let any old person watch me fuck? Think I cuff a lot of people, do you?” Andy asked, mock-offended.
“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t cuff Lansley to a sewage tank. Or maybe a helicopter propeller.” Ed croaked, face half concealed in Yvette’s hair.
“Or nuclear bomb.” Yvette suggested. “Or deep sea drill.”
Andy got back onto the bed, next to Yvette, curving around her body. For once, Ed didn’t even flinch. Yvette was holding him close, Andy was nearby, they’d had bizarre but wonderful sex… yeah, this relationship was pretty fucking perfect. Maybe there was nothing to worry about.
“Well, obviously, but that wouldn’t be a sexual thing. I’m not like you two, I don’t want to fuck my enemies.” Andy found Ed’s hand (hand that was optimistically stroking Yvette’s pubic hair), and linked fingers, while he kissed the back of Yvette’s neck.
“If Gove even thought about thinking about having sex with my wife and making me watch I’d fill him so full of plutonium he glowed, fuck him with an endoscope and watch him rot from the inside out.”
“Jesus, you two. Why do you always have to talk about Michael Gove just after we had sex?”
“Me and Ed are going to leave you for him.” Andy said, lazily, squeezing Ed’s fingers. Somewhere in there, Ed knew, was a dig at his paranoia. He let the slander go, found it didn’t much matter right now.
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I'd sort of forgotten I'd prompted this, but I'm so glad you wrote it. I love Cornballs so much and this is incredibly hot and lovely...it's never just about the sex with these three, however amazing the sex is. Thanks again!
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It's fantastic - wonderfully written, incredibly hot, just fucking amazing work.
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