Come porn with me! Porn-paragraph-a-thon

[technosage]

I was talking to poisontaster while working on my yuletide fic, and we were bemoaning the lack of truly dirtybadwrong porn in our lives.

So, I have resolved (hush, I know it's not New Year's yet! *G*) to fix that. Today. Right now. All weekend. As long as you want. We'll keep this going until the post can't take any more comments. pez_gurl if you can't keep up archiving,

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Re: RPS

[hegemony]

It's the little things for them, like that silver water bottle on Milo's nightstand, looking out of place as Jensen rummages for more lube. It's cigarettes, turkish silver with a bic tucked into the box. It's how Jensen's wrists fit perfectly into the cut notches of the headboard if they're pushed in just right, that glint in Milo's eye as he towers over Jensen, teasing before settling over rock hard flesh, taking it in and squeezing it hard, silent as he wills Jensen over the edge over and over again. It's how Milo drapes over Jensen when they're sitting up in bed and how they never, never spoon because they fit every other way. They're a mess, they've been a mess since the first night when Jared introduced the two of them: bodies like pistons in a well oiled engine just inside the door in Jensen's apartment. Milo's all limbs, all lips and teeth, long cock that twitches as Jensen drives into him, as far deep as he can muster, pulling every trick in the book he can and pulling sounds from Milo he didn't think the boy could make. He's been hooked on those sounds ever since. So, Milo sits up in bed, still breathing hard and reaching for the water bottle, unscrewing the cap, taking a long drink. Jensen reaches for him, reaches for the bottle, taking a drink and giving it back. Milo looks back, closing the bottle without thinking and throwing it aside, diving down for Jensen's mouth. They're sweaty, fucked out, Jensen's come so hard he doesn't even know if he can make sounds into words. As if they need words right now, as if he needs words to know that Milo obviously wants another round. Jensen curls his toes, opens his thighs and lets Milo slip right in easy, parts his lips and groans, eyes closing and back arching, rubbing against his torso. His eyes open, and Milo looks the same, mouth pulled into a smile, eyes filled with love and understanding.

"C'mere, you."

Re: RPS

[technosage]

Oh, I really like this. I like the way the entire relationships encoded right here. It's hot and sexy and loving and... unexpected. Thank you for writing it!

Re: RPS

[hegemony]

Thanks for the prompt, and thanks for reading it!

Re: RPS

[mixedsignal]

Small damned world. :) I haven't logged into my account in well over a year (though in the interest of full disclosure I still lurk fairly regularly), but the lure of Milo RPS/Peter Petrelli any-damn-thing drew me here, and I had such a grin when I saw your name attached to this post...I had to say hello. Hope you're well, girlie! *hugs*