A Little BDS RPS
I love these boys so much, in Boondock as well as some of their other films. So, in unholy Flandus honor, wrote a pair of connected drabbles. Look, they're real drabbles, too- each one hundred exactly. *pride* lol.
Title(s): From Here to There
Author: me, stage_master
Pairing: Sean/Norman
Rating: easy little PG-13
Disclaimer: I know no one, I insinuate nothing about either of these fine gentleman. On to fic!
FROM HERE:
Intensity. It’s inscribed in the lines in his face, the clarity of his eyes, the controlled movement of his hands. Sean sits down to read a script. To watch a movie. To write ideas down in that pained, mostly illegible scrawl. Norman isn’t usually a still person, but he can watch Sean for hours, gauging his reactions through huffs of laughs, a scowl, the quick bounce in his right leg. Sean gets so absorbed that he doesn’t notice his lover’s attention until said lover demands it- it’s difficult to ignore a smirking Norman lazily stretching across your thighs, eyes dancing.
TO THERE:
Sensual. Lips are frequently licked, hands pawing, small pleased noises voiced into a sensitive ear. Norman is tactile and aches to touch, to be touched. He knows every move and sound and look to tempt Sean away from work, towards the bedroom where rumpled sheets still hold their combined scent. Sean is controlled, but his lover lives for the moments when that tight grip slips, when Norman can provoke his wildness which is a match to his own insatiable need. Norman undresses slowly, allowing fingertips to tease heated flesh, until the older man can no longer take it and pounces.
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