The strobe lights confused dilated pupils, and the thrumming and pounding of the bass didn’t help their thrumming, pounding heartbeats. Everything was simultaneously falling and flying--down, down to the scuffed ground; up into the dusty rafters. Bon Jovi collided like a freight train into Usher, and it was a wreck almost too good to pass up. Everyone could feel the energy, the currents that controlled like puppet’s-strings and made you feel an insatiable urge to move.
Their frantic choreography called for a sudden jerk inwards--face center-stage, pause.
Puck locked eyes with Kurt. You, me, on the judges’ desk after glee. Holy fuck, I’ll make it so good for you, you’ll forget all about that stupid mall trip you have with Aretha. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even try to pretend I’m Finn. He’s too good to be as good as I am. You know it. If you don’t, well, I’ve got a serious lack of a gag reflex and that heat-up lube you love, to help you remember. He smirked the dirty smirk of smirking badasses, waggling his eyebrows for effect.
Kurt locked eyes with Puck. You think you’re so in control, don’t you? He thought viciously, his eyes half-lidded and set to sultry. I know how assholes like you function, I know you’re headstrong. But wait, when the time comes to leave, you’ll be coming in the back of my Nav, and you’ll melt like butter in my hands. I’ll lick you and suck you until you’re as dry as the Sahara, and you’ll still be crying for more. And I’ll give it to you, baby--so long as you beg for it. He smirked back, letting his tongue trace the seam of his lips.
A few seconds and a stare was all it took for them to go from zero to horny, and suddenly, later couldn’t come any sooner.
(A/N: Not totally satisfactory, but I figured it was alright. That, and my computer is seriously ticking me off with all of these 'Danger! Firewall Alert' messages. Enjoy? :D)
Speaking of melting like butter, haaaaaaaaaaave you met me? That was incredibly intense, they didn't touch each other, all they did was look and yet, it was hothothot.
Okay. Okay. Okay. I can think now. Dirty talk is my oxygen, and I have never in my life read something that made me stop breathing for as long as this scant three hundred words did.
Those are my amazed faces, and they love this. As do I.
AHHHH nice. i love that moment and i always wonder what they think when they look at each other there hahaha now i will forever think it's this. nice job.
What if, they locked gazes there and had a bit of eye-secks? What happened then?
NC17, PLEASE!
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Their frantic choreography called for a sudden jerk inwards--face center-stage, pause.
Puck locked eyes with Kurt. You, me, on the judges’ desk after glee. Holy fuck, I’ll make it so good for you, you’ll forget all about that stupid mall trip you have with Aretha. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even try to pretend I’m Finn. He’s too good to be as good as I am. You know it. If you don’t, well, I’ve got a serious lack of a gag reflex and that heat-up lube you love, to help you remember. He smirked the dirty smirk of smirking badasses, waggling his eyebrows for effect.
Kurt locked eyes with Puck. You think you’re so in control, don’t you? He thought viciously, his eyes half-lidded and set to sultry. I know how assholes like you function, I know you’re headstrong. But wait, when the time comes to leave, you’ll be coming in the back of my Nav, and you’ll melt like butter in my hands. I’ll lick you and suck you until you’re as dry as the Sahara, and you’ll still be crying for more. And I’ll give it to you, baby--so long as you beg for it. He smirked back, letting his tongue trace the seam of his lips.
A few seconds and a stare was all it took for them to go from zero to horny, and suddenly, later couldn’t come any sooner.
(A/N: Not totally satisfactory, but I figured it was alright. That, and my computer is seriously ticking me off with all of these 'Danger! Firewall Alert' messages. Enjoy? :D)
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Nngh. Using each other but being used by each other, both giving and both taking. *incoherent*
AWESOME!!
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He smirked the dirty smirk of smirking badasses *WINWINWIN*
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UNF to the nth potency!
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Okay. Okay. Okay. I can think now. Dirty talk is my oxygen, and I have never in my life read something that made me stop breathing for as long as this scant three hundred words did.
Those are my amazed faces, and they love this. As do I.
*is slave*
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