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Title: Love
Author:
caras_galadhon
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Beta:
brodeurbunny30
Prompt(s): #22: a picture of a pedestrian bridge
Disclaimer: Absolutely did not happen. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Summary: Viggo has twenty-two freckles.
Author's Note: A drabble written for
wordsontongue's 2010 Flash Fiction Roulette.
Viggo has twenty-two freckles on his stomach.
Sean knows this. He's counted, traced them with fingertips and tongue.
They burn his knuckles as his fingers curl around Viggo's cock; he can feel their prickle on the back of his hand. He nudges Viggo backward, bracing his body against the bridge's beams. They shouldn't, not here, but Viggo is too tempting.
Twenty-two freckles. He can feel each one.
As he lowers himself to lick, not even a splinter -- sticking up from siding, sliding home under his nail -- can turn this scene to sepia. Nothing can ruin Viggo's taste on his tongue.
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Rating: R
Warnings: None
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Prompt(s): #22: a picture of a pedestrian bridge
Disclaimer: Absolutely did not happen. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Summary: Viggo has twenty-two freckles.
Author's Note: A drabble written for
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Viggo has twenty-two freckles on his stomach.
Sean knows this. He's counted, traced them with fingertips and tongue.
They burn his knuckles as his fingers curl around Viggo's cock; he can feel their prickle on the back of his hand. He nudges Viggo backward, bracing his body against the bridge's beams. They shouldn't, not here, but Viggo is too tempting.
Twenty-two freckles. He can feel each one.
As he lowers himself to lick, not even a splinter -- sticking up from siding, sliding home under his nail -- can turn this scene to sepia. Nothing can ruin Viggo's taste on his tongue.