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

[idiosyncratic]

Funny how Chris has never noticed those two tiny indentions bracketing Jared's spine just above the curve of his ass. But then, it's not often that Chris can get Jared like this, on his knees, hands curled tight around the headboard as Chris slams into him, the pace so hard and frantic that they can barely catch their breath. Now, though, Chris slows the pace, drawing each thrust out until Jared starts squirming. Those little indentions are placed just right for Chris to rest his thumbs in as he grips Jared's hips, pulls him back into each slow, deep thrust, and Chris watches as the muscles along Jared's back flex as he moves. Chris tightens his hands, watching the skin around his thumbs slowly turn white as he slams into Jared once more, hard enough this time to draw a grunt as Jared snaps his head up, shaggy hair flying, beads of sweat arcing through the air to spatter against Chris' chest. Jared's fingers tighten on the headboard, and Chris just smiles, already planning to spend some time mapping those indentions with his