THIS IS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. You don't even know how perfect this is and how much I love it. I've read it at least three times now and every single time I find something new to love. Let me start by saying, dear person who I never seen before but you have stolen my heart, the beginning does me in like no other.
The planes of his chest are rigid and deep like the face of a cliff. The dip of his sternum and rib cage rumbles underneath the soft pad of his fingertips as he moves languidly down the length of his chest and torso until the ridge of his hip jumps.
WHAT EVEN? what are you doing to me? You are such a beautiful writer and I am not worthy of this fic. My little pairing that I love to death is not worthy of these beautiful, magical words and yet, I am so happy you have given me this wonderful gift that I am just DYING with the perfection of it.
+ He’s encouraged down to his knees and when they connect with the cement flooring he doesn’t have time to dwell on the ache against tired, overworked joints.
+ Charlie is yanked up from the floor. His belt is unhooked, trousers fall to the ground. The hard body in front of him spins and plants itself against the wall.
I LOVE THESE TWO PARTS b/c Charlie is the one being led around and the mystery man is the demanding one and it's so fucking hot. And then the tables turn...
+ “Fuck, Charlie,” the man - familiar, gritty, desperate - groans and pushed back against him.
+ “Fuck me, Neville,” he hisses as his lips meet Neville’s ear. “Just like that, yes.”
This is the moment Charlie has taken charge and it's so beautiful. I love the push and pull and you've done this magical, beautiful, wonderful job of showing so much in such little words in this thing that's supposedly just a PWP but it speaks fucking volumes.
The planes of his chest are rigid and deep like the face of a cliff. The dip of his sternum and rib cage rumbles underneath the soft pad of his fingertips as he moves languidly down the length of his chest and torso until the ridge of his hip jumps.
WHAT EVEN? what are you doing to me? You are such a beautiful writer and I am not worthy of this fic. My little pairing that I love to death is not worthy of these beautiful, magical words and yet, I am so happy you have given me this wonderful gift that I am just DYING with the perfection of it.
+ He’s encouraged down to his knees and when they connect with the cement flooring he doesn’t have time to dwell on the ache against tired, overworked joints.
+ Charlie is yanked up from the floor. His belt is unhooked, trousers fall to the ground. The hard body in front of him spins and plants itself against the wall.
I LOVE THESE TWO PARTS b/c Charlie is the one being led around and the mystery man is the demanding one and it's so fucking hot. And then the tables turn...
+ “Fuck, Charlie,” the man - familiar, gritty, desperate - groans and pushed back against him.
+ “Fuck me, Neville,” he hisses as his lips meet Neville’s ear. “Just like that, yes.”
This is the moment Charlie has taken charge and it's so beautiful. I love the push and pull and you've done this magical, beautiful, wonderful job of showing so much in such little words in this thing that's supposedly just a PWP but it speaks fucking volumes.
Have I mentioned I am dying?
*DEEP SIGH*
I love this. Thank you so much for it.