Is anyone still not on Tumblr?
Well just in case - I issued Morgan a challenge to tell me what was going on in this pic:
and she did! and totally made my day :P
It’d been a long show to say the least of it. Spencer arms hurt in just about every direction, and it didn’t help that Dallon had been gleefully torturing him this whole time, or maybe seducing him. For nearly every song Dallon had been pressing himself playfully against Brendon, pushing their faces too close, licking him, scratching his stomach. Of course, it didn’t make him envious as much as it turned him on. Brendon and Dallon were both his. Both equal in their love towards him, their submission. That’s the way it had always worked.
But now the show was over. Now they were doing their final bow, and Spencer didn’t mind spending a few long moments observing the desperate mess that Dallon was next to him. The expression on his face was more than familiar. Dallon had looked up at him in the same way more nights than Spencer could count. He knew it wouldn’t be five minutes till Dallon was climbing on top of him, begging.
And Spencer couldn’t wait.
You guys should feel free to elaborate - I am very intrigued by that photo >:D
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and she did! and totally made my day :P
It’d been a long show to say the least of it. Spencer arms hurt in just about every direction, and it didn’t help that Dallon had been gleefully torturing him this whole time, or maybe seducing him. For nearly every song Dallon had been pressing himself playfully against Brendon, pushing their faces too close, licking him, scratching his stomach. Of course, it didn’t make him envious as much as it turned him on. Brendon and Dallon were both his. Both equal in their love towards him, their submission. That’s the way it had always worked.
But now the show was over. Now they were doing their final bow, and Spencer didn’t mind spending a few long moments observing the desperate mess that Dallon was next to him. The expression on his face was more than familiar. Dallon had looked up at him in the same way more nights than Spencer could count. He knew it wouldn’t be five minutes till Dallon was climbing on top of him, begging.
And Spencer couldn’t wait.
You guys should feel free to elaborate - I am very intrigued by that photo >:D
This entry was originally posted at http://slashxmistress.dreamwidth.org/115118.html. Please comment wherever you like.