Round 1
Round 1
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Charles gave a slow smile, then reached out, his fingers toying with the collar of Mike’s shirt. Mike’s stomach flipped over. He felt weirdly exposed without his kevlar vest, but he’d given it to Sam when the Vikings had broken out of their dressing room - just in case. Not that a vest would be any shield from the looks that Charles was given to him. He felt that strange lurch again in the pit of his stomach, before it tugged lower.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Charles, as he let his finger drift down Mike’s chest, playing absently with each button as it went. “I am a king, after all. I can give you anything you ask for, Mike.” He leaned in even further, until they were almost nose-to-nose and Mike couldn’t see anything except those eyes. “Anything you desire ( ... )
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Only too aware of the pressure of Charles’ cock against his own, even through the layers of clothing, he reached down, his mouth leaving Charles’ to lay insistent kisses down his neck as his hands worked furiously at the folds of velvet and silk. Charles wasn’t lazy, either, his hands coming up to pop open the buttons of Mike’s shirt then running over the expanse of his chest, brushing over the dusting of dark hair before teasing his nipples to hardness.
Mike gave a gasp, a bitten-off “fuck”, which made Charles grin as he slid his hands down now to unbuckle Mike’s belt and unzip his jeans - surprisingly adept for someone from an era before the invention of the zip - reaching round behind to pull down jeans and boxers together, and not remotely coy about letting his hands linger over Mike’s ( ... )
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“Why, of course! I think we’ve formed a real rapport here today, you and I.” He readjusted his absurdly curly wig, then covered it with the flouncy hat from the door hook. “Unfortunately, though, I’d better dash. Don’t want to keep Sothers holding the fort by himself too long. But you know where to find me.” He turned back to Mike and winked. “I do hope I’ll have the honour of having HHTV send you to give me one of your delightful interviews soon!”
And with that, he was gone in a flourish of velvet and feathers and cheerful debauchery, the door shutting behind him, leaving Mike alone in the dressing room to pray that HHTV bosses never found out about what had just happened.
(Stupid LJ character limits. >.<)
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...Okay, so, coherency has been lost again buuuuut this was so freaking brilliant that I can only flail. Your Charles is just perfection, absolute perfection, and your Mike is just as perfect too. <333 I could really see them in my heads when I was reading this and, as a result, want to read this all over again. And then flail some more. And then flutter happily around my room for several hours. <333
This was so hot and so brilliant and thank you. I honestly wasn't expecting such a wonderful, lovely fill and yet this is absolutely perfect! And I think I may need to reread it a few times to let it sink in fully. <333
...Oh, and the thought of a repeat performance? YES PLEASE. <33
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Thanks! :DDD
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That's all I've got, sorry, you have melted my brain (and most likely my ovaries).
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Nggggh. Ngggh /Happy flailing.
...Oh, um, coherancy? Still enjoying it, still finding it absolutely brilliant and hot and yes. <333 I love Charles, I love Mike fucking his professionalism, I love them both and this really is absolutely and utterly amazing, thank you so much!
And I look forward to you finishing it off. ;)
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