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wordsontongueTitle: Grocery Run
Author:helena_s_renn
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Highlight to read the warning. food!pr0n, kinda
Beta: anon.
Request: Genres - crack!fic, humor, kink, BDSM (really I'm okay with just about anything!); prompt(s) or general mood(s) - I'd love a story about two sexy men in a grocery store, especially if it included strawberries and broccoli! An aisle-to-aisle encounter between strangers, or a flirty, long-term relationship out on a grocery run together--either would be fun! Extra bonus points if the two of them manage to pick up the bag boy on the way out, as long as said bag boy is played by Orlando....
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Sean picks up groceries and something else at the store.
Author's Note: I happen to be writing foodpr0n in my rpg right now, so anyone that reads that, don't be too surprised by what follows here.
A/N2: In the states, cucumbers and zuccinis are the opposite (large/small) of what they are in some areas of Europe). Viggo and the author being American, it's the smaller of the two he's playing with.
"Romaine lettuce, bean sprouts, broccoli, strawberries, walnuts, brown sugar, green apples, feta cheese," Sean ticked of his list. He'd been out of the country for weeks. While the freezer and pantry were well-stocked, his fridge was empty. Sean was craving a certain salad he'd developed a taste for in the American Midwest and planned to recreate it.
There was a Morrison's not far away, the nearest neighborhood grocery. Sean decided to risk it on foot. There shouldn't be more ingredients than he could carry in his two hands.
He walked the many-times-trodden route, seeing it through new eyes. The trees were just beginning to leaf out; last time he'd been along this way was in a heavy coat, with a few wisps of dirty snow clinging to the frozen ground. Each time he returned to Viggo's ranch or to his California home, he had the same strange sensation - familiar and unfamiliar. It was a shame he and Viggo had kept missing each other, schedule-wise, his last trip. It was so bloody frustrating to be on the same continent, practically within smelling distance, and not be able to hook up. Their phone sex was as inventive as always, but not quite the real thing.
Near the market, Sean had a premonition he was being followed. His early street-punk instincts had never quite abandoned him. Putting out his half-smoked fag under the heel of one shoe, he picked up the pace of his stride and entered the store without giving in to the impulse to look behind him. He just wasn't ready to face some pap flashing a camera in his face - let them take pics of his arse for all he cared. In faded old jeans, it wasn't exactly a Botticelli.
Just inside the doorway, Sean picked up a plastic basket. If he was going to carry the stuff home, he'd have to limit is quantities. Since most of his items were fruits and vegetables, he followed the flow of the store's layout and headed to the produce section first. At eight o'clock on a work and school night, the place wasn't busy at all. Sean was glad of that - crowded areas made him slightly claustrophobic.
Over by the lettuce Sean was immediately distracted. As he turned his head to look for a plastic bag, he was accosted by the sight of a pair of long, long legs and a very fine male bum in jeans just as threadbare and worn as his, jeans long familiar with the body they clung to. Shaking his head, Sean refused the temptation to find out what sort of man that bum belonged on and looked away entirely. It was too much like Viggo's, which meant either he was hallucinating or fantasizing in full public view. Neither was a good sign. He moved on, not really watching where he was going.
Now in front of a table of citrus fruit, something he had no need of tonight, Sean trailed his fingers over multi-colored bumpy rinds till he found a likely palm-sized subject to pick up. Just as he did, a sultry voice tickled his ear. "Need to squeeze a lemon, Sean?"
He must have jumped a meter. The sunny-hued fruit fell from his hand and rolled away... and rolled and rolled till it hit the bottom of a shelf some distance away. Of all the fool things! The semi-rude euphemism made Sean's palms sweat, and he wiped one then the other on the denim covering his thighs. When he found the source of the quiet chuckling from nearby, there stood Viggo, caressing the cucumbers. His forearms were bare and tanned, showing every minute shift of tendons and raised veins.
"How did you find me?" Sean rasped.
There was a pause and a tiny shake of Viggo's head. His hair was so long now it seemed his cheekbones stood up under it. "Have we met?" Viggo's tone was politely interested; he picked up the phallic vegetable, hefted it, and answered his own question. Sean was too busy sputtering to understand at first. "No, I don't think we have." Then he hissed, "You don't know me from Adam. Finish your shopping."
Finish? He'd barely even started. After a long moment of staring at the other man, Sean shrugged, and moved back to the lettuce. Next, broccoli. He picked up a large, green head. "Impressive." The voice in his ear had returned, accompanied this time by warmth he could feel or sense with his whole backside. The little hairs on Sean's nape stood up. Something else was definitely thinking about doing the same.
"Er... right. It's too much, really."
"Better trim the beast, then."
"You should talk." A warning noise shut him up. Sean broke off about a third, draped it in a plastic sack and then set it to his carry-all.
Ignoring the presence of the other man, who was there or not depending on whim and the proximity of the other customers, Sean selected two apples using one hand, accompanied by giggles. He glared in that general direction. He collected sprouts. "Bean sprouts... beanstalk," drifted into his hearing from nowhere. When he turned, Viggo was gone again. Be damned, the 'stalk' had a mind of its own and was stubbornly disobeying his orders to withet.
Realizing he'd forgotten an important component, Sean and his little problem walked back to the fruit stand. Thank goodness for rugby shirts, long rugby shirts. There was that arse again, standing right in his way! Sean had no choice but to stand right next to it. "Let me guess... strawberries." The nasally tenor voice was sort of disembodied.
"...Aye... Straaaawwberries." Smirking, Sean let it roll out in the deepest of Northern Yorkshire he could muster. The next sound was a moan, a definite moan, and then a hoarse whisper, "Goddammit, it makes me so horny when you say that!"
Apparently so. Sean's eyes were next presented with not the back view but the front. He'd have thought the crazy bugger had stuffed a cucumber down there. Speaking of, why the hell couldn't he look up? "Apparently," Sean weakly echoed his thoughts. It was about all he could manage with all the blood going south.
"What's next on our list... your basket's almost full."
Sean didn't need the obvious pointed out. His ears were burning. His crotch was throbbing and his hole pulsing. "Nuts."
"Huh?" Out of nowhere, five digits reached for his...
"Nuh-uh!" Sean stepped aside just in time. "Walnuts. For me salad."
A couple of scholarly-looking, very married folks came around the end of the cereal aisle, gave them a cutting look, and turned up the next. "Ah." Viggo turned away like any other disinterested shopper but not before he rattled off, "I'm getting cigarettes, chocolate, and lube, and that takes care of any important matters. Except..." he lowered his voice, "...for you to meet me in the men's room in ten minutes." They shared a look, finally, and that was that.
Sean flew through the rest of his selections and used the self-service lane. He was quite sure whatever service was next, it wouldn't be 'self' for the first time in much too long.
In any other lifetime, Sean would've been concerned about the state of his food in this of all places. Sure, it was cleaner than a pub loo, but still. Sean noticed the "No Admittance" sign on the restroom door, but paid no attention. His lover was in there, and by god, so would he be. If there were surveillance cameras rigged up in there, he and Viggo would be so fucked, but in the meantime there was another variation of 'fucked' that was all he was interested in.
Sean was a little taken aback that not only Viggo but one of the pretty-boy bag boys from out front, his favorite one with the long dark curling hair and nearly-black eyes, was waiting. Maybe some other time, but tonight, he wanted just one thing, one man. All was well when Viggo took the bags from his stunned hands, gave them and some folded bills to the younger store employee, and sent him out with a wink.
"Viggo, luv."
"C'm'ere, Seanie."
They were both hard and leaking; their bodies met with a sort of muted crash, followed by a larger series as, locked together in a tight embrace, they staggered and stumbled into the nearest stall. It was probably force of habit; with Viggo's 'watchman' they could have used any surface. Still, the door slammed shut with the finality of sure things, just like a hundred times before.
Panting, Viggo opened his mouth and Sean dived, covering his lips with sucking kisses, breathing in his breath. There, tongue, wet and hot and long, sliding past his teeth and licking. Viggo's hand frankly bypassed his clothes at first. One went up his shirt to pinch a nipple and the other, down the back of his jeans. Short nails scraped his arse cheek as the Dane urgently pawed at him; Sean answered by yanking the tee-shirt over Viggo's head and sinking his teeth into the muscle above his collarbone.
"Fuck, Sean... missed you... it was torture, going without you this long." This was whispered, which made it all the more sincere.
"Then let's not wait." Sean drew back enough to look his partner in the eye. "Want you... just fuck me. We can get to the fine points later." And then, a moment of doubt, like so many times. "You're coming home with me, right?"
Viggo snorted at him and unzipped his jeans for him... carefully. "What else? You'll have to kick me out when you can't stand me any more."
"Yeah, likely when I can't walk right no more," Sean retorted, grinning and undoing Viggo's buttons in turn, delighted as always to find him naked under the one layer. "So, yeh want me?" He didn't expect an answer as he took the proud up right flesh in his hand, stroking, playing the foreskin, making Viggo forget he had his hand in Sean's pants or even his own name. His eyes rolled back and little huffing moans followed the rhythm of Sean's strokes. The other hand was now curled like a claw over the top of the metal wall. Deep satisfaction that he could render his talkative lover speechless flowed through Sean.
His hand was batted away, as he knew it would be. Even in that state, Viggo would have his mind on a different sort of goal. Sean made it easy for him by lowering his jeans and boxers and turning around. Midway, Viggo pressed him to the wall, so that his jutting, sticky erection poked Sean's left hip. Lips met his; this was Viggo very much in control, and he let it happen, first a kiss like a whirlwind of tongues with their lips marking punctuation, then, as he was quarter-turned again, the ultimate. He heard the click of a lid.
The door was cool under his cheek, but only for a moment. Sean tried unsuccessfully to stifle a whimper as the first finger slid into him. "God, you're tight!" Viggo hissed. The second and third fingers followed shortly, more lube, then fingers again, and Sean was literally aching for it by the time Viggo took hold of his hips and opened him the rest of the way in one long slide. Immediately he drew back, slammed home. And again. It was fast and needy, with Sean hissing in pleasure-pain and the slap-slap of Viggo's balls smacking into him.
"It's gonna be fast...sorry." This came out gritty, through clenched teeth.
Sean knew that much already. The cock up his arse felt huge as it was, and it seemed to grow each thrust. "Just get me off," he demanded. Instantly a slick hand landed on him, fisting his startled flesh. Viggo took one step back and pulled Sean's ass with him, then let loose into uncontrolled humping. Stars exploded before the Brit's eyes. That was what he'd been waiting for, his sweet spot banged into over and over, the hand pulling strings of goo from him, and then the flood of Viggo's orgasm filling him.
They had only a moment to recover, or else the lad out front had been listening and heard it all. Quickly, they made a cursory clean up with water and paper towels from the sink, straightened their hair somewhat, and, both pink in the face and still breathing a little heavily, collected their purchases. Sean couldn't quite look the kid in the eyes, but Viggo had no such reservations. He muttered something about a tip. The younger man just laughed, adjusted himself and said that he'd already been tipped satisfactorily.
The walk home went quickly, and before he knew it, Sean was unlocking his front door. Viggo followed him silently into the kitchen, looking around as if to reacquaint himself with the place. Sean knew the feeling. When all the food was put away, Viggo grinned and said, "After that," the raise of his eyebrows made the statement as to exactly which that, "my balls are probably shriveled into raisins."
"Well... I didn't get no raisins at the store, so they'll have to suffice." He had a flash of brilliance. "We'll just have to rehydrate them." Deliberately, Sean flicked his tongue.
"Just you saying that goes a long way, Seanie." The Dane's smoke-blue eyes darkened a shade, then dipped once. "So, is that some kind of vegetable down your pants, or what?"
"Meat and two veg, Vig, and they were very happy to see you." And they set off upstairs.
Author:
helena_s_rennRating: NC-17
Warnings: Highlight to read the warning. food!pr0n, kinda
Beta: anon.
Request: Genres - crack!fic, humor, kink, BDSM (really I'm okay with just about anything!); prompt(s) or general mood(s) - I'd love a story about two sexy men in a grocery store, especially if it included strawberries and broccoli! An aisle-to-aisle encounter between strangers, or a flirty, long-term relationship out on a grocery run together--either would be fun! Extra bonus points if the two of them manage to pick up the bag boy on the way out, as long as said bag boy is played by Orlando....
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Sean picks up groceries and something else at the store.
Author's Note: I happen to be writing foodpr0n in my rpg right now, so anyone that reads that, don't be too surprised by what follows here.
A/N2: In the states, cucumbers and zuccinis are the opposite (large/small) of what they are in some areas of Europe). Viggo and the author being American, it's the smaller of the two he's playing with.
"Romaine lettuce, bean sprouts, broccoli, strawberries, walnuts, brown sugar, green apples, feta cheese," Sean ticked of his list. He'd been out of the country for weeks. While the freezer and pantry were well-stocked, his fridge was empty. Sean was craving a certain salad he'd developed a taste for in the American Midwest and planned to recreate it.
There was a Morrison's not far away, the nearest neighborhood grocery. Sean decided to risk it on foot. There shouldn't be more ingredients than he could carry in his two hands.
He walked the many-times-trodden route, seeing it through new eyes. The trees were just beginning to leaf out; last time he'd been along this way was in a heavy coat, with a few wisps of dirty snow clinging to the frozen ground. Each time he returned to Viggo's ranch or to his California home, he had the same strange sensation - familiar and unfamiliar. It was a shame he and Viggo had kept missing each other, schedule-wise, his last trip. It was so bloody frustrating to be on the same continent, practically within smelling distance, and not be able to hook up. Their phone sex was as inventive as always, but not quite the real thing.
Near the market, Sean had a premonition he was being followed. His early street-punk instincts had never quite abandoned him. Putting out his half-smoked fag under the heel of one shoe, he picked up the pace of his stride and entered the store without giving in to the impulse to look behind him. He just wasn't ready to face some pap flashing a camera in his face - let them take pics of his arse for all he cared. In faded old jeans, it wasn't exactly a Botticelli.
Just inside the doorway, Sean picked up a plastic basket. If he was going to carry the stuff home, he'd have to limit is quantities. Since most of his items were fruits and vegetables, he followed the flow of the store's layout and headed to the produce section first. At eight o'clock on a work and school night, the place wasn't busy at all. Sean was glad of that - crowded areas made him slightly claustrophobic.
Over by the lettuce Sean was immediately distracted. As he turned his head to look for a plastic bag, he was accosted by the sight of a pair of long, long legs and a very fine male bum in jeans just as threadbare and worn as his, jeans long familiar with the body they clung to. Shaking his head, Sean refused the temptation to find out what sort of man that bum belonged on and looked away entirely. It was too much like Viggo's, which meant either he was hallucinating or fantasizing in full public view. Neither was a good sign. He moved on, not really watching where he was going.
Now in front of a table of citrus fruit, something he had no need of tonight, Sean trailed his fingers over multi-colored bumpy rinds till he found a likely palm-sized subject to pick up. Just as he did, a sultry voice tickled his ear. "Need to squeeze a lemon, Sean?"
He must have jumped a meter. The sunny-hued fruit fell from his hand and rolled away... and rolled and rolled till it hit the bottom of a shelf some distance away. Of all the fool things! The semi-rude euphemism made Sean's palms sweat, and he wiped one then the other on the denim covering his thighs. When he found the source of the quiet chuckling from nearby, there stood Viggo, caressing the cucumbers. His forearms were bare and tanned, showing every minute shift of tendons and raised veins.
"How did you find me?" Sean rasped.
There was a pause and a tiny shake of Viggo's head. His hair was so long now it seemed his cheekbones stood up under it. "Have we met?" Viggo's tone was politely interested; he picked up the phallic vegetable, hefted it, and answered his own question. Sean was too busy sputtering to understand at first. "No, I don't think we have." Then he hissed, "You don't know me from Adam. Finish your shopping."
Finish? He'd barely even started. After a long moment of staring at the other man, Sean shrugged, and moved back to the lettuce. Next, broccoli. He picked up a large, green head. "Impressive." The voice in his ear had returned, accompanied this time by warmth he could feel or sense with his whole backside. The little hairs on Sean's nape stood up. Something else was definitely thinking about doing the same.
"Er... right. It's too much, really."
"Better trim the beast, then."
"You should talk." A warning noise shut him up. Sean broke off about a third, draped it in a plastic sack and then set it to his carry-all.
Ignoring the presence of the other man, who was there or not depending on whim and the proximity of the other customers, Sean selected two apples using one hand, accompanied by giggles. He glared in that general direction. He collected sprouts. "Bean sprouts... beanstalk," drifted into his hearing from nowhere. When he turned, Viggo was gone again. Be damned, the 'stalk' had a mind of its own and was stubbornly disobeying his orders to withet.
Realizing he'd forgotten an important component, Sean and his little problem walked back to the fruit stand. Thank goodness for rugby shirts, long rugby shirts. There was that arse again, standing right in his way! Sean had no choice but to stand right next to it. "Let me guess... strawberries." The nasally tenor voice was sort of disembodied.
"...Aye... Straaaawwberries." Smirking, Sean let it roll out in the deepest of Northern Yorkshire he could muster. The next sound was a moan, a definite moan, and then a hoarse whisper, "Goddammit, it makes me so horny when you say that!"
Apparently so. Sean's eyes were next presented with not the back view but the front. He'd have thought the crazy bugger had stuffed a cucumber down there. Speaking of, why the hell couldn't he look up? "Apparently," Sean weakly echoed his thoughts. It was about all he could manage with all the blood going south.
"What's next on our list... your basket's almost full."
Sean didn't need the obvious pointed out. His ears were burning. His crotch was throbbing and his hole pulsing. "Nuts."
"Huh?" Out of nowhere, five digits reached for his...
"Nuh-uh!" Sean stepped aside just in time. "Walnuts. For me salad."
A couple of scholarly-looking, very married folks came around the end of the cereal aisle, gave them a cutting look, and turned up the next. "Ah." Viggo turned away like any other disinterested shopper but not before he rattled off, "I'm getting cigarettes, chocolate, and lube, and that takes care of any important matters. Except..." he lowered his voice, "...for you to meet me in the men's room in ten minutes." They shared a look, finally, and that was that.
Sean flew through the rest of his selections and used the self-service lane. He was quite sure whatever service was next, it wouldn't be 'self' for the first time in much too long.
In any other lifetime, Sean would've been concerned about the state of his food in this of all places. Sure, it was cleaner than a pub loo, but still. Sean noticed the "No Admittance" sign on the restroom door, but paid no attention. His lover was in there, and by god, so would he be. If there were surveillance cameras rigged up in there, he and Viggo would be so fucked, but in the meantime there was another variation of 'fucked' that was all he was interested in.
Sean was a little taken aback that not only Viggo but one of the pretty-boy bag boys from out front, his favorite one with the long dark curling hair and nearly-black eyes, was waiting. Maybe some other time, but tonight, he wanted just one thing, one man. All was well when Viggo took the bags from his stunned hands, gave them and some folded bills to the younger store employee, and sent him out with a wink.
"Viggo, luv."
"C'm'ere, Seanie."
They were both hard and leaking; their bodies met with a sort of muted crash, followed by a larger series as, locked together in a tight embrace, they staggered and stumbled into the nearest stall. It was probably force of habit; with Viggo's 'watchman' they could have used any surface. Still, the door slammed shut with the finality of sure things, just like a hundred times before.
Panting, Viggo opened his mouth and Sean dived, covering his lips with sucking kisses, breathing in his breath. There, tongue, wet and hot and long, sliding past his teeth and licking. Viggo's hand frankly bypassed his clothes at first. One went up his shirt to pinch a nipple and the other, down the back of his jeans. Short nails scraped his arse cheek as the Dane urgently pawed at him; Sean answered by yanking the tee-shirt over Viggo's head and sinking his teeth into the muscle above his collarbone.
"Fuck, Sean... missed you... it was torture, going without you this long." This was whispered, which made it all the more sincere.
"Then let's not wait." Sean drew back enough to look his partner in the eye. "Want you... just fuck me. We can get to the fine points later." And then, a moment of doubt, like so many times. "You're coming home with me, right?"
Viggo snorted at him and unzipped his jeans for him... carefully. "What else? You'll have to kick me out when you can't stand me any more."
"Yeah, likely when I can't walk right no more," Sean retorted, grinning and undoing Viggo's buttons in turn, delighted as always to find him naked under the one layer. "So, yeh want me?" He didn't expect an answer as he took the proud up right flesh in his hand, stroking, playing the foreskin, making Viggo forget he had his hand in Sean's pants or even his own name. His eyes rolled back and little huffing moans followed the rhythm of Sean's strokes. The other hand was now curled like a claw over the top of the metal wall. Deep satisfaction that he could render his talkative lover speechless flowed through Sean.
His hand was batted away, as he knew it would be. Even in that state, Viggo would have his mind on a different sort of goal. Sean made it easy for him by lowering his jeans and boxers and turning around. Midway, Viggo pressed him to the wall, so that his jutting, sticky erection poked Sean's left hip. Lips met his; this was Viggo very much in control, and he let it happen, first a kiss like a whirlwind of tongues with their lips marking punctuation, then, as he was quarter-turned again, the ultimate. He heard the click of a lid.
The door was cool under his cheek, but only for a moment. Sean tried unsuccessfully to stifle a whimper as the first finger slid into him. "God, you're tight!" Viggo hissed. The second and third fingers followed shortly, more lube, then fingers again, and Sean was literally aching for it by the time Viggo took hold of his hips and opened him the rest of the way in one long slide. Immediately he drew back, slammed home. And again. It was fast and needy, with Sean hissing in pleasure-pain and the slap-slap of Viggo's balls smacking into him.
"It's gonna be fast...sorry." This came out gritty, through clenched teeth.
Sean knew that much already. The cock up his arse felt huge as it was, and it seemed to grow each thrust. "Just get me off," he demanded. Instantly a slick hand landed on him, fisting his startled flesh. Viggo took one step back and pulled Sean's ass with him, then let loose into uncontrolled humping. Stars exploded before the Brit's eyes. That was what he'd been waiting for, his sweet spot banged into over and over, the hand pulling strings of goo from him, and then the flood of Viggo's orgasm filling him.
They had only a moment to recover, or else the lad out front had been listening and heard it all. Quickly, they made a cursory clean up with water and paper towels from the sink, straightened their hair somewhat, and, both pink in the face and still breathing a little heavily, collected their purchases. Sean couldn't quite look the kid in the eyes, but Viggo had no such reservations. He muttered something about a tip. The younger man just laughed, adjusted himself and said that he'd already been tipped satisfactorily.
The walk home went quickly, and before he knew it, Sean was unlocking his front door. Viggo followed him silently into the kitchen, looking around as if to reacquaint himself with the place. Sean knew the feeling. When all the food was put away, Viggo grinned and said, "After that," the raise of his eyebrows made the statement as to exactly which that, "my balls are probably shriveled into raisins."
"Well... I didn't get no raisins at the store, so they'll have to suffice." He had a flash of brilliance. "We'll just have to rehydrate them." Deliberately, Sean flicked his tongue.
"Just you saying that goes a long way, Seanie." The Dane's smoke-blue eyes darkened a shade, then dipped once. "So, is that some kind of vegetable down your pants, or what?"
"Meat and two veg, Vig, and they were very happy to see you." And they set off upstairs.
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Date: 2009-07-20 08:51 pm (UTC)OMG, I'm just loving this. What a romp! I love the way Viggo is making a role-play out of the whole thing, reminding Sean that they're supposed to be "strangers". I love that the pretty-bag boy gets to stand and guard the door while he's babysitting the bags of veggies. Their familiarity with each other is so reassuring, in contrast with Vig's attempt to introduce something new into their re-acquainting which is just sheer torture but total fun. Reunion sex in a Morrison's men's room...hahahah! And you did it so well!
The whispering parts are so damned hot. . . ! *g*
Thank you so much for this. I just love it! I'll be replaying that last line about the meat and two veg for a long time to. . . er, come!
*goes to find that bag boy to see if he's stolen the surveillance tape, and if he'll share...*
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Date: 2009-07-21 04:25 pm (UTC)There's a man with solid priorities. :D This was a great read, thank you. :)
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Date: 2009-07-22 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-22 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-23 05:37 am (UTC)AU CONTRAIRE. *g*
"Better trim the beast, then."
whatever service was next, it wouldn't be 'self'
Viggo opened his mouth and Sean dived
lots of laughs for sure, but also a delicious intensity to them that i really love. there's something so satisfying about reading hot and crazy get-it-out-of-their-systems sex that will be followed by what we know will be slow, tender lovemaking. yay!
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Date: 2009-07-24 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-26 06:11 pm (UTC)