This is currently being blamed on everyone but myself
From the sex pollen industry party fic of doom:
Jepha watched avidly as Quinn’s hands wriggled past Mat's waistband and squeezed his ass hard. He knew exactly what those hands felt like on bare skin, musician’s hands, calloused fingers and blunt nails, and sympathized with- envied- Mat when he winced and arched at the rough touch. The clean, strong line of Mat's arched back was just as enviable and he wanted to plaster himself against the man, taste the patch of skin behind his ear and bite his pouty little mouth. Quinn wouldn’t mind sharing, he decided, and pushed himself to his feet to put his plan to action.
ALL OF YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR THIS.
ETA- Why is that when I'm trying to write one absolutely insane, pointless, self-gratifying ridiculous porno that I get an idea for another one that demands to be written IMMEDIATELY?
Jepha watched avidly as Quinn’s hands wriggled past Mat's waistband and squeezed his ass hard. He knew exactly what those hands felt like on bare skin, musician’s hands, calloused fingers and blunt nails, and sympathized with- envied- Mat when he winced and arched at the rough touch. The clean, strong line of Mat's arched back was just as enviable and he wanted to plaster himself against the man, taste the patch of skin behind his ear and bite his pouty little mouth. Quinn wouldn’t mind sharing, he decided, and pushed himself to his feet to put his plan to action.
ALL OF YOU ARE TO BLAME FOR THIS.
ETA- Why is that when I'm trying to write one absolutely insane, pointless, self-gratifying ridiculous porno that I get an idea for another one that demands to be written IMMEDIATELY?