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Title: Al Potter’s Attention Getter
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crazyparakiss
Pairing: AS/S
Rating:Rish
ADW (if relevant): ???
Length:2,300
Summary: Sunlight glints off it then, beckoning Scorpius’ grey gaze to follow the tantalizing sight. His mouth dries up even as it waters, and he ever so casually asks, “When did you get that Albus?”
Warnings:Nipple ring, tighty-whities, and if you squint talk of drag
Disclaimer: I only own a house, car, and three animals. JKR and all her publishing companies own the pawns of my story.
Prompts: Ring, Outdoor fruit market/ farmers market and this pic
000
Something shinny and metallic catches his eye the morning he and Albus go to the weekend market. The daybreak breeze parts the black unbuttoned shirt that Albus wears, exposing his tanned chest and what appears to be a silver stud on each side of one of his dusky nipples. Sunlight glints off it then, beckoning Scorpius’ grey gaze to follow the tantalizing sight. His mouth dries up even as it waters, and he ever so casually asks, “When did you get that Albus?”
Albus who is biting into an apple glances over at him with an odd look, “Um...I got it a second ago from that hag at the fruit stand.”
Scorpius wants to whack him in the head for being so dense. That would be unbecoming, so he sighs lightly instead, “No Al I mean the thing on your nipple.”
Being the son of Potter that he is Albus looks down inspecting his nipple before saying,
“Oh that?”
“Yeah that.” Scorpius says with mild irritation.
“Couple three weeks ago Nott and I went out with a few mates and got trashed.” He gestures with one of his large hands towards his chest, “This was the result for me.” A cheeky grin follows as he adds, “Although Lysander is facing a paternity test for the things he got up to with some randy skirt.”
“Sounds like a good time.” His dry reply causes Albus to laugh, and before Scorpius can think any better of it he asks, “Did it hurt?”
As he takes another bite from his green apple Albus gives him a look that screams
‘What do you think?’ When he swallows his bite he says, “I might have been three sheets to the wind but I wasn’t drunk enough to numb the more sensitive parts of my body.” With another grin, he adds, “Although it throbbed worse in the morning than it did the night before.”
“Then why keep it?” Scorpius asks while they make their way back to the flat.
“Oh it’s a great attention getter.” Albus waves his hand and speaks with a put on tone of mystery. It reminds Scorpius of the crazy bat like woman with the crystal ball at Hogwarts.
“If you say so.” He mumbles to himself while he follows Albus up to the two-roomed apartment. As he walks through their front door he realises this is the most he and Albus have ever talked.
000
The next few weeks pass with more conversation and glimpses of that intriguing nipple ring. Scorpius wonders if Albus has always walked around with his top off without his noticing. Perhaps so he concludes, because it doesn’t make any sense for Albus to suddenly start doing so after their first real interaction. He puts the thought away entirely when his, once again shirtless, roommate enters their small kitchen.
“Morning Pious.” Albus says sleepily.
“P-pardon?” Scorpius stammers while inhaling his tea.
“Do you like it?” Al asks with a smug grin, “I was up most of last night trying to come up with a nickname for you.”
“W-what? Why?” Scorpius recons his father would most likely beat him if he could hear the way his son is currently speaking.
“Figured since you’re always calling me by my nickname that I’d dub you with your own.” Albus pours himself a cup of tea from the kettle on the stove, giving Scorpius the chance to observe him while avoiding looking like a creep.
He’s wet, Scorpius notices, no dripping; hundreds of droplets sliding down a firm tanned back, darkening the waist of his denim trousers as they lick at the edges of the rough material. He feels his pulse quicken. Albus clearly forgot to dry himself this morning. What was his rush, why didn’t he finish dressing at least, does he taste as good as he fucking smells; all those questions and more racing through Scorpius’ lust hazed mind.
When Albus turns, the thoughts flee. They’ve all exploded into a puddle of goo at Albus’ feet. In all his wildest fantasy Scorpius could not have conjured the image before him; dark choppy hair dropping clear beads of water down a roguish face, caressing a square jaw as they slide along down over the thick column like neck, before tickling over a broad chest and licking at hardened nipples. One nipple in particular catching Scorpius’ grey gaze, and he damn near whimpers.
He is not aware that he is staring, or that his jaw is hanging wide open until the loud,
“PIOUS!” pulls him from his ogling.
“Y-yeah?” He asks, looking hard at his cup of tea, and steadily avoiding the green eyes that he can feel burning into the side of his face.
“What are you doing today?” Al has been asking the same question every morning for the past couple of days, but now he can feel the accompanying smirk in the question.
“Waxing the Minister’s back before his summer holiday, and highlighting his mistress’ blond hair with a paler shade of blond.” He intones with the fake calm that accompanies small talk, even though his heart is still hammering away at his ribcage.
“Sounds enticing.” Albus says at length, and the way the word ‘enticing’ rolls off his tongue, as if a delightfully sinful chocolate is running over his taste buds, causes Scorpius to chance a glance his way.
Of course the bastard is looking, with a cheeky grin and an unreadable look in his glassy eyes.
“Oh sod off.” Scorpius huffs as he grabs his bag, and adds, “At least I am doing something with my days, not wasting them on kneeball!”
“Football-,” Smirking again, the bastard.
“Oh whatever!” Scorpius adds as he turns hastily towards the Floo.
At the shop, he is so distracted by thoughts of how he and Albus came to live together that he isn’t very surprised when he accidently rips a stripe of tender skin off instead of unwanted body hair. The minister accepts his apology, and tells him that everyone has rough days. Surprisingly that doesn’t help his mood much.
Lia, his best friend and understanding boss puts him on register duty. Where he is free to think about all things Albus related.
Their odd arrangement started about a half year ago. When twenty-two year old Scorpius and Lia decided that, they needed a new sort of life. The kind of life all the lucky little mudbloods get to live. They had it all sorted out; they each made enough for half the bills plus a bit left over for shopping, their favourite pastime. However, as they soon discovered plans don’t always work out for the free spirited children of pureblood society. Lia was forced by her pug-faced mother to marry some boy named Spencer Krum. When that happened he had fallen apart; they had signed a lease, the bills were piling up after two months, and so he did the only thing he knew to do: put an advert in the paper.
In less than a day, he’d received an owl, the letter reading:
“I’m the pet for you! I am housetrained and can even feed myself!
-Albus Potter”
The memory makes him smile; as does the thought of all the trouble that their families and friends put the other through the first couple of months. Al received a howler from both Lord Malfoys, and a slap in the face from Lia. Scorpius had the pleasure of a hand-staining letter, and an itching hex from both of the Potter women. A very humiliating detailed account of the way James Potter would kill him if he hurt “his baby brother”. Then there were all of Al’s frat house friends, who would pop in unexpectedly; mostly when Albus was gone. Finally, after two months they all just stopped coming by, and stopped sending threats or irritating hexes. Which was very odd for his father and grandfather.
“Hmmm.”
000
Scorpius joins Lia for a post work drink, which ultimately turns into four amaretto sours and one dirty martini. When he finally Floos home he is a little beyond tipsy, and stumbles into the bedroom passing out as soon as he falls against the firm mattress.
In the morning, he wakes with the usual blurry vision that comes after a night of denying his long held sobriety. The first thing he notices is the shade of the comforter, a very dull brown with black stitching is not what he’s used to being on his bed. The bed shifts next to him and he stiffens; Scorpius is not often used to the feel of something warm and hard pressing against his thigh. Nor is there often the sound of a man’s sleepy groan rumbling in his ear. ’Fuck’ he thinks, ’I did NOT bring home a rent boy again!’ He glances down at the comforter again and mentally moans, ’Or worse yet, he’s taken me back to his place.’ His vision is sadly limited and he is afraid to move too much for fear of alerting his bed mate.
However, his bed partner isn’t wasting anytime and sits up next to him groaning once more.
“Aww fuck!” Scorpius screws his eyes shut cursing Dumbledore’s tomb and hoping the bastard strikes him down from beyond the grave. Before that can happen, the man next to him says,
“Pious. Uh...Pious?”in a very scared yet endearing tone.
“Yes Al it’s me.” He murmurs in his best please don’t push the matter further voice.
“Um,” Albus starts, and Scorpius wants to shoot him with one of those shinny black muggle devices, “Why exactly are you in my bed?”
“Needed a change in scenery.” He speaks with his driest tone, while secretly hoping to get out of this without a horrible beating. That fact that he is “bent” has never come up in any of their “polite” conversations. ‘Fuck.’ he thinks for the millionth time.
For quite a few moments, neither of them speaks, and they both pretend to enjoy the sounds the overhead fan is making. And of course, Albus has to ruin it by saying, “Uh-okay.”
“Yes, well, this has been a lovely change and all but I think I’ll be getting back to my comforter. The poor thing must be missing me terribly.” He sits up without looking next to him, and is almost to his feet when Albus’ hand on his shoulder stops him.
“It’s alright,” He says, “I understand.”
His comforting tone causes Scorpius to glance at him; seeing the sly grin on his flushed morning face causes Scorpius to panic. “U-understand what?”
Albus lays back against his mattress, bare arms stretching out a bit revealing the dark hair hidden beneath and filling Scorpius’ nostrils with the deep heady scent of man. He licks his lips, watching Albus’ slightly chapped ones move and the way his tongue flicks against his teeth as he forms words.
“It’s okay you got totally pissed, Pious.” His obnoxious wink causing a flipping motion in Scorpius’ stomach as his cock begins to fill. “We’ve all fallen into the wrong bed at least once in our lives.” His cheeky smile does nothing for Scorpius’ state of arousal. Drawing Scorpius’ gaze to Albus’ stubble covered jaw, and he bites his tongue hard to stop from groaning. Al chuckles, the sound warm and rich as he says, “There are worse beds to wake up in you know.”
As he rakes his eyes over Al’s body Scorpius mentally agrees. Albus is one stitch away from naked. His lean torso as bare as usual, the tantalising ring drawing attention to a hardened nipple, but only for a second. Down the taut chest, his grey gaze roams, taking in every little detail, branding it to memory. He can’t remember the last time he gazed upon near perfection, and so Scorpius soaks up what he can before Albus comes back to his right mind. The soft looking trail of dark hair leading from Albus’ navel to the top of his pants calls to the pads of his fingertips, and god is he hard from wanting as he refrains from caving to his desire to touch.
“Scorpius.” His name raw lust as it spills from Albus’ throat. He looks up, wanting and seeing his reflected desires.
“I-omph,” His words cut short as Albus pulls him down atop of him. He is about to speak when Albus forcefully grabs his face and pulls it closer, pressing their mouths together.
Breaking for air Albus gasps, “How many times do I have to hand you an invitation before you finally join this party, eh?” Scorpius frowns and Al grins again. “Fuck Pious I am almost naked and hard as marble, is this a good enough invitation?” His green eyes narrow as he adds, “Or am I wasting my time like your father said?”
‘How very like father.’ he thinks as he says, “Still holding out for a pretty blonde daughter-in-law I see.”
“Yeah, well I can dye my hair and wear a dress.”
“Shut up and get these-,” He stops dead as his eyes land on Al’s pants, “Really Potter? Born to be Wild?”
“A gift from my mum,” He says as he sits up on his knees and hooks his thumbs in the white and green elastic of the tighty-whities.
With the offending garment gone Scorpius admires Al’s birthday suit, more specifically his thick reddened cock. A whimper escapes him involuntarily when one of Albus’ hands begins to stroke it.
“What do you want Scorpius?” Al’s usual cheek is gone, but the cockiness remains. His tone speaks volumes, telling Scorpius this crafty man knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it. Albus also, most likely, knows that he’s good, no great, at all things bedroom related.
He swallows, and reaches a slightly shaky hand out to touch Al’s fucking nipple ring.
Another of those chuckles escapes Albus, “I knew it’d catch your attention.”
“Prat.”
“You’ll learn to love it.”
Fin
Author:
crazyparakissPairing: AS/S
Rating:Rish
ADW (if relevant): ???
Length:2,300
Summary: Sunlight glints off it then, beckoning Scorpius’ grey gaze to follow the tantalizing sight. His mouth dries up even as it waters, and he ever so casually asks, “When did you get that Albus?”
Warnings:Nipple ring, tighty-whities, and if you squint talk of drag
Disclaimer: I only own a house, car, and three animals. JKR and all her publishing companies own the pawns of my story.
Prompts: Ring, Outdoor fruit market/ farmers market and this pic
Something shinny and metallic catches his eye the morning he and Albus go to the weekend market. The daybreak breeze parts the black unbuttoned shirt that Albus wears, exposing his tanned chest and what appears to be a silver stud on each side of one of his dusky nipples. Sunlight glints off it then, beckoning Scorpius’ grey gaze to follow the tantalizing sight. His mouth dries up even as it waters, and he ever so casually asks, “When did you get that Albus?”
Albus who is biting into an apple glances over at him with an odd look, “Um...I got it a second ago from that hag at the fruit stand.”
Scorpius wants to whack him in the head for being so dense. That would be unbecoming, so he sighs lightly instead, “No Al I mean the thing on your nipple.”
Being the son of Potter that he is Albus looks down inspecting his nipple before saying,
“Oh that?”
“Yeah that.” Scorpius says with mild irritation.
“Couple three weeks ago Nott and I went out with a few mates and got trashed.” He gestures with one of his large hands towards his chest, “This was the result for me.” A cheeky grin follows as he adds, “Although Lysander is facing a paternity test for the things he got up to with some randy skirt.”
“Sounds like a good time.” His dry reply causes Albus to laugh, and before Scorpius can think any better of it he asks, “Did it hurt?”
As he takes another bite from his green apple Albus gives him a look that screams
‘What do you think?’ When he swallows his bite he says, “I might have been three sheets to the wind but I wasn’t drunk enough to numb the more sensitive parts of my body.” With another grin, he adds, “Although it throbbed worse in the morning than it did the night before.”
“Then why keep it?” Scorpius asks while they make their way back to the flat.
“Oh it’s a great attention getter.” Albus waves his hand and speaks with a put on tone of mystery. It reminds Scorpius of the crazy bat like woman with the crystal ball at Hogwarts.
“If you say so.” He mumbles to himself while he follows Albus up to the two-roomed apartment. As he walks through their front door he realises this is the most he and Albus have ever talked.
The next few weeks pass with more conversation and glimpses of that intriguing nipple ring. Scorpius wonders if Albus has always walked around with his top off without his noticing. Perhaps so he concludes, because it doesn’t make any sense for Albus to suddenly start doing so after their first real interaction. He puts the thought away entirely when his, once again shirtless, roommate enters their small kitchen.
“Morning Pious.” Albus says sleepily.
“P-pardon?” Scorpius stammers while inhaling his tea.
“Do you like it?” Al asks with a smug grin, “I was up most of last night trying to come up with a nickname for you.”
“W-what? Why?” Scorpius recons his father would most likely beat him if he could hear the way his son is currently speaking.
“Figured since you’re always calling me by my nickname that I’d dub you with your own.” Albus pours himself a cup of tea from the kettle on the stove, giving Scorpius the chance to observe him while avoiding looking like a creep.
He’s wet, Scorpius notices, no dripping; hundreds of droplets sliding down a firm tanned back, darkening the waist of his denim trousers as they lick at the edges of the rough material. He feels his pulse quicken. Albus clearly forgot to dry himself this morning. What was his rush, why didn’t he finish dressing at least, does he taste as good as he fucking smells; all those questions and more racing through Scorpius’ lust hazed mind.
When Albus turns, the thoughts flee. They’ve all exploded into a puddle of goo at Albus’ feet. In all his wildest fantasy Scorpius could not have conjured the image before him; dark choppy hair dropping clear beads of water down a roguish face, caressing a square jaw as they slide along down over the thick column like neck, before tickling over a broad chest and licking at hardened nipples. One nipple in particular catching Scorpius’ grey gaze, and he damn near whimpers.
He is not aware that he is staring, or that his jaw is hanging wide open until the loud,
“PIOUS!” pulls him from his ogling.
“Y-yeah?” He asks, looking hard at his cup of tea, and steadily avoiding the green eyes that he can feel burning into the side of his face.
“What are you doing today?” Al has been asking the same question every morning for the past couple of days, but now he can feel the accompanying smirk in the question.
“Waxing the Minister’s back before his summer holiday, and highlighting his mistress’ blond hair with a paler shade of blond.” He intones with the fake calm that accompanies small talk, even though his heart is still hammering away at his ribcage.
“Sounds enticing.” Albus says at length, and the way the word ‘enticing’ rolls off his tongue, as if a delightfully sinful chocolate is running over his taste buds, causes Scorpius to chance a glance his way.
Of course the bastard is looking, with a cheeky grin and an unreadable look in his glassy eyes.
“Oh sod off.” Scorpius huffs as he grabs his bag, and adds, “At least I am doing something with my days, not wasting them on kneeball!”
“Football-,” Smirking again, the bastard.
“Oh whatever!” Scorpius adds as he turns hastily towards the Floo.
At the shop, he is so distracted by thoughts of how he and Albus came to live together that he isn’t very surprised when he accidently rips a stripe of tender skin off instead of unwanted body hair. The minister accepts his apology, and tells him that everyone has rough days. Surprisingly that doesn’t help his mood much.
Lia, his best friend and understanding boss puts him on register duty. Where he is free to think about all things Albus related.
Their odd arrangement started about a half year ago. When twenty-two year old Scorpius and Lia decided that, they needed a new sort of life. The kind of life all the lucky little mudbloods get to live. They had it all sorted out; they each made enough for half the bills plus a bit left over for shopping, their favourite pastime. However, as they soon discovered plans don’t always work out for the free spirited children of pureblood society. Lia was forced by her pug-faced mother to marry some boy named Spencer Krum. When that happened he had fallen apart; they had signed a lease, the bills were piling up after two months, and so he did the only thing he knew to do: put an advert in the paper.
In less than a day, he’d received an owl, the letter reading:
“I’m the pet for you! I am housetrained and can even feed myself!
-Albus Potter”
The memory makes him smile; as does the thought of all the trouble that their families and friends put the other through the first couple of months. Al received a howler from both Lord Malfoys, and a slap in the face from Lia. Scorpius had the pleasure of a hand-staining letter, and an itching hex from both of the Potter women. A very humiliating detailed account of the way James Potter would kill him if he hurt “his baby brother”. Then there were all of Al’s frat house friends, who would pop in unexpectedly; mostly when Albus was gone. Finally, after two months they all just stopped coming by, and stopped sending threats or irritating hexes. Which was very odd for his father and grandfather.
“Hmmm.”
Scorpius joins Lia for a post work drink, which ultimately turns into four amaretto sours and one dirty martini. When he finally Floos home he is a little beyond tipsy, and stumbles into the bedroom passing out as soon as he falls against the firm mattress.
In the morning, he wakes with the usual blurry vision that comes after a night of denying his long held sobriety. The first thing he notices is the shade of the comforter, a very dull brown with black stitching is not what he’s used to being on his bed. The bed shifts next to him and he stiffens; Scorpius is not often used to the feel of something warm and hard pressing against his thigh. Nor is there often the sound of a man’s sleepy groan rumbling in his ear. ’Fuck’ he thinks, ’I did NOT bring home a rent boy again!’ He glances down at the comforter again and mentally moans, ’Or worse yet, he’s taken me back to his place.’ His vision is sadly limited and he is afraid to move too much for fear of alerting his bed mate.
However, his bed partner isn’t wasting anytime and sits up next to him groaning once more.
“Aww fuck!” Scorpius screws his eyes shut cursing Dumbledore’s tomb and hoping the bastard strikes him down from beyond the grave. Before that can happen, the man next to him says,
“Pious. Uh...Pious?”in a very scared yet endearing tone.
“Yes Al it’s me.” He murmurs in his best please don’t push the matter further voice.
“Um,” Albus starts, and Scorpius wants to shoot him with one of those shinny black muggle devices, “Why exactly are you in my bed?”
“Needed a change in scenery.” He speaks with his driest tone, while secretly hoping to get out of this without a horrible beating. That fact that he is “bent” has never come up in any of their “polite” conversations. ‘Fuck.’ he thinks for the millionth time.
For quite a few moments, neither of them speaks, and they both pretend to enjoy the sounds the overhead fan is making. And of course, Albus has to ruin it by saying, “Uh-okay.”
“Yes, well, this has been a lovely change and all but I think I’ll be getting back to my comforter. The poor thing must be missing me terribly.” He sits up without looking next to him, and is almost to his feet when Albus’ hand on his shoulder stops him.
“It’s alright,” He says, “I understand.”
His comforting tone causes Scorpius to glance at him; seeing the sly grin on his flushed morning face causes Scorpius to panic. “U-understand what?”
Albus lays back against his mattress, bare arms stretching out a bit revealing the dark hair hidden beneath and filling Scorpius’ nostrils with the deep heady scent of man. He licks his lips, watching Albus’ slightly chapped ones move and the way his tongue flicks against his teeth as he forms words.
“It’s okay you got totally pissed, Pious.” His obnoxious wink causing a flipping motion in Scorpius’ stomach as his cock begins to fill. “We’ve all fallen into the wrong bed at least once in our lives.” His cheeky smile does nothing for Scorpius’ state of arousal. Drawing Scorpius’ gaze to Albus’ stubble covered jaw, and he bites his tongue hard to stop from groaning. Al chuckles, the sound warm and rich as he says, “There are worse beds to wake up in you know.”
As he rakes his eyes over Al’s body Scorpius mentally agrees. Albus is one stitch away from naked. His lean torso as bare as usual, the tantalising ring drawing attention to a hardened nipple, but only for a second. Down the taut chest, his grey gaze roams, taking in every little detail, branding it to memory. He can’t remember the last time he gazed upon near perfection, and so Scorpius soaks up what he can before Albus comes back to his right mind. The soft looking trail of dark hair leading from Albus’ navel to the top of his pants calls to the pads of his fingertips, and god is he hard from wanting as he refrains from caving to his desire to touch.
“Scorpius.” His name raw lust as it spills from Albus’ throat. He looks up, wanting and seeing his reflected desires.
“I-omph,” His words cut short as Albus pulls him down atop of him. He is about to speak when Albus forcefully grabs his face and pulls it closer, pressing their mouths together.
Breaking for air Albus gasps, “How many times do I have to hand you an invitation before you finally join this party, eh?” Scorpius frowns and Al grins again. “Fuck Pious I am almost naked and hard as marble, is this a good enough invitation?” His green eyes narrow as he adds, “Or am I wasting my time like your father said?”
‘How very like father.’ he thinks as he says, “Still holding out for a pretty blonde daughter-in-law I see.”
“Yeah, well I can dye my hair and wear a dress.”
“Shut up and get these-,” He stops dead as his eyes land on Al’s pants, “Really Potter? Born to be Wild?”
“A gift from my mum,” He says as he sits up on his knees and hooks his thumbs in the white and green elastic of the tighty-whities.
With the offending garment gone Scorpius admires Al’s birthday suit, more specifically his thick reddened cock. A whimper escapes him involuntarily when one of Albus’ hands begins to stroke it.
“What do you want Scorpius?” Al’s usual cheek is gone, but the cockiness remains. His tone speaks volumes, telling Scorpius this crafty man knows exactly what he wants and how he wants it. Albus also, most likely, knows that he’s good, no great, at all things bedroom related.
He swallows, and reaches a slightly shaky hand out to touch Al’s fucking nipple ring.
Another of those chuckles escapes Albus, “I knew it’d catch your attention.”
“Prat.”
“You’ll learn to love it.”
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:10 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:35 am (UTC)From:Yeah great minds think alike bb! ;P For Christmas I think I may try to paint this dripping wet Potter. Or find some guy willing to let me take pictures of him soaking wet and shirtless *is ded now from thought*
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:50 am (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2009-10-23 01:23 am (UTC)From:The next part sounded like a whole lot of fun to me!
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Date: 2009-10-23 01:52 am (UTC)From:So now you've convinced me! :D What with all of your demanding.
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Date: 2009-10-23 10:39 am (UTC)From:I love this! I don't normally read next gen because it bursts my little epilogue-denial bubble, but I'm so glad I read this one because 'Pious' is just so squishable – and Al obviously agreed with me on this one! Fabulous job, sweetie :)
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Date: 2009-10-23 12:32 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-24 12:14 am (UTC)From:Incredibly delicious!
That was so visual, so clear, from the glinting piercing to the wet back to the white pants. I love the comments about the family reactions, too.
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Date: 2009-10-24 12:25 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-30 12:27 am (UTC)From:Wonderful job on this. Nice and steamy!
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Date: 2009-10-30 02:31 am (UTC)From: