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Tweak says, "Hey stud. Wanna dance?"

telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-09-18 14:48:00

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round five

Prompt List: Round Five
And now...the moment we've all be waiting for!

Prompt Lists: Round Five

You'll notice that the Western Media prompts have been handled a little differently; we're experimenting still. Also, please excuse any mistakes; all told we had over 2600 prompts and even split up as they were, things will slip past us.

So, you have a week; at some point in the evening on Thursday the 25th, I'll close the battle. Until then?

*points down to the comments*

Porn goes here!

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long, name the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. (This is so that at the end of the round, we can make a link back to your fic on the final Master List.)

If your fic is too long for one comment, post part one as a top level comment and then the second part in reply to that comment and so on.

Have fun!

ETA: I am aware that most of the lists off site are all scrunched together. They shouldn't be and I'm working on it. Thanks for your understanding.

As of now--1:10 PST--the Porn Battle is closed.

The list of fics will be up soon, hopefully by tomorrow evening unless my connectivity issues continue.

Thanks for playing, everyone!

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Final Fantasy VII, Reeve/Cloud, finding a place to belong

aikonamika
2008-09-25 09:33 pm UTC (link)

“Delivering a package for me, hm?” Reeve chuckled, and then gasped as Cloud tightened around his cock as the blond lowered himself down.

“I was!” The protest went unheeded for a few seconds, as both of them held very still, Reeve gripping the arms of his office chair as Cloud rested in his lap, waiting out the first few moments of tense and pleasure. Then they relaxed as one, the younger man rocking forward a bit, and then back to get used to the feeling.

“I don’t think a bottle of lube is a usual delivery,” was purred after a short time, and Reeve shifted his grip to Cloud’s hips to help support him.

“Good enough reason for me to come home,” Cloud said, one hand resting on one of Reeve’s, while the other shifted to lie on the suited chest, tie knocked askew and fabric rumpled, but otherwise untouched in their haste to get to this part of the act. His own pants lay somewhere across the room, dropped beside his boots in his eagerness to strip as soon as the door had been closed and locked, and his armor, shirt, and gloves were scattered somewhere along the way.

“Missed you,” Reeve murmured as he started moving as well, and then neither of them could think long enough to make any sort of coherent sentence.

Eventually Cloud would have to go back to his deliveries, and Reeve had an office full of paperwork to do with more on the way, but that was later. Now was just for each other, their own version of “home.”

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