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draco_noctis, I love you.)
Rather than bore you with an account of Mobius' ceiling, I will type in a little of what I wrote on the train today. In other words, iiiiiiiit's cookie time!
A Lexicon of Serpents, Tom's POV, nearly explicit. So close, in fact, that I'm not sure TDA will let me put it up when the time comes, which is part of the reason I decided to post it now. The other part is, naturally, that I'm bloody proud of it. Even wrote part of it with some old lady sitting beside me with a newspaper.
Later that day, Alastor arches beneath me with a scream and I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders. I have him on his back, legs wrapped around my waist and spasming helplessly, each wrist tied tightly to a bedpost. He's like an animal when I do this, when I'm this deep inside him, thrashing mindlessly and making some of the most exquisitely bizarre noises I've ever heard. He's utterly lost by now, his eyes tightly closed, his breaths shaking his narrow chest. I reach for his cock and he screams again at that touch, and launches into a frighteningly incoherent babble that might be begging, I'm not sure.
He says I whimper when he takes me. He says I bite my lip with a little mewl and close my eyes very tight and try to still my breathing. All I know is that, when he finds that spot, all I can do is lie there and tremble in the face of that sensation, and a shakey little gasp will get caught in the back of my throat each time he thrusts, and maybe I'll whisper please because I mean it with all my heart and soul. Once he gagged me, so I bit down hard on the handkerchief in my mouth and tugged in vain at my own bonds and let him take me so deep that I cried and my orgasm felt like a prayer.
I've never gagged him. Maybe I think he'd explode if I stoppered up those screams. Maybe I should do it anyway. But it's too late this time, and he's coming, and I'm coming, and his wiry legs disentangle themselves from my waist and drop in exhaustion to the mattress. Sweat plasters strands of curling hair to his face. My own legs tremble, and I let myself fall awkwardly to one hip. He lies there, arms limp in their bonds, and slowly opens his watering eyes.
"Bloody hell," he rasps, in an awed sort of way.
I smile. Alastor. My Alastor.
draco_noctis, I love you.)Rather than bore you with an account of Mobius' ceiling, I will type in a little of what I wrote on the train today. In other words, iiiiiiiit's cookie time!
A Lexicon of Serpents, Tom's POV, nearly explicit. So close, in fact, that I'm not sure TDA will let me put it up when the time comes, which is part of the reason I decided to post it now. The other part is, naturally, that I'm bloody proud of it. Even wrote part of it with some old lady sitting beside me with a newspaper.
Later that day, Alastor arches beneath me with a scream and I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders. I have him on his back, legs wrapped around my waist and spasming helplessly, each wrist tied tightly to a bedpost. He's like an animal when I do this, when I'm this deep inside him, thrashing mindlessly and making some of the most exquisitely bizarre noises I've ever heard. He's utterly lost by now, his eyes tightly closed, his breaths shaking his narrow chest. I reach for his cock and he screams again at that touch, and launches into a frighteningly incoherent babble that might be begging, I'm not sure.
He says I whimper when he takes me. He says I bite my lip with a little mewl and close my eyes very tight and try to still my breathing. All I know is that, when he finds that spot, all I can do is lie there and tremble in the face of that sensation, and a shakey little gasp will get caught in the back of my throat each time he thrusts, and maybe I'll whisper please because I mean it with all my heart and soul. Once he gagged me, so I bit down hard on the handkerchief in my mouth and tugged in vain at my own bonds and let him take me so deep that I cried and my orgasm felt like a prayer.
I've never gagged him. Maybe I think he'd explode if I stoppered up those screams. Maybe I should do it anyway. But it's too late this time, and he's coming, and I'm coming, and his wiry legs disentangle themselves from my waist and drop in exhaustion to the mattress. Sweat plasters strands of curling hair to his face. My own legs tremble, and I let myself fall awkwardly to one hip. He lies there, arms limp in their bonds, and slowly opens his watering eyes.
"Bloody hell," he rasps, in an awed sort of way.
I smile. Alastor. My Alastor.
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Date: Jan. 23rd, 2003 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Jan. 23rd, 2003 05:35 pm (UTC)*fangirl attack*
"Bloody hell." Yes, that's what the readers say too. :)
Dear Tom and Alastor, have a limerick...
Makes many a curious sound
For a Slytherin boy
To admire and enjoy
While nakedly t00bing around.