A while ago I did something called a
Pearl String of Fics. Basically, it was a meme in which people posted comment fic depicting a certain theme, so every fic was a different take on the same idea. The first one was First Kisses in the Rain, and it was really, really successful. Today I have an urge to write and read morning sex, so I figure we'll
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It's Sunday, he remembers suddenly. Not that Sunday means anything to criminals here, just like anywhere else, but they don't have to be in the office any time today. In fact, they could spend the whole day just here, rutting against each other, relearning every knot of muscle and tattoo and scar.
"Stop thinking," Steve orders, mouth busy over Danny's Adam's apple. He pulls up, eyes dancing like the ocean before kissing Danny on the mouth, morning breath and all. "Stop. Thinking." He repeats it between punishing, bruising kisses.
Danny kisses back, pushing up as much as the weight of Steve's body will let him. He could come like this, being kissed and held down and teased. But not when they've got time. "Well, get the lube, you jerk."
Steve laughs into the kiss at that.
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fuck yeah. the physicality and manliness of these men... just YES.
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