England closed his eyes for a moment, and relished those words, broken and slightly slurred as they were, it was something that he had only thought would happen in one of those idle nighttime fantasies
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In Vino Veritas (4b/?)
anonymous
October 6 2010, 15:05:32 UTC
“We can't...” He finally told Alfred, pulling away with a soft gasp, and tried to catch his breath (and willpower) once more. “I can't. I don't want to hurt you, Alfred. I didn't bring anything with me.”
“Pocket,” Alfred breathed, obviously flustered, face a bright rosy shade, “Your pocket--”
Arthur blinked, trying to think through the heat, and electric energy that was nearly overwhelming. Alfred's face nuzzled against his neck, clumsily brushing lips against the exposed skin. His pocket?
Arthur awkwardly pulled one arm away from the rough embrace to reach into the aforementioned pocket, then froze as he found an object that he didn't immediately recognize, and knew very well that he hadn't put in that pocket
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“Pocket,” Alfred breathed, obviously flustered, face a bright rosy shade, “Your pocket--”
Arthur blinked, trying to think through the heat, and electric energy that was nearly overwhelming. Alfred's face nuzzled against his neck, clumsily brushing lips against the exposed skin. His pocket?
Arthur awkwardly pulled one arm away from the rough embrace to reach into the aforementioned pocket, then froze as he found an object that he didn't immediately recognize, and knew very well that he hadn't put in that pocket ( ... )
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your writing makes me hnnng so much
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hopefully it'll keep tickling your fancy... First time I've written anything like this...
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