Dude, I will HAPPILY take the blame credit for your Weasleycest any time!! GUH! This is so delicious -- I loved how Bill's imagination is more important than what actually happens...how it doesn't even really matter what actually happens because the fantasies are real enough.
That Green was for him, Bill knew; he'd been there when Charlie got it. The bastard had been lying naked on his stomach – not strictly required, of course, but Charlie had never been one to turn down a request to take off even half his clothing – and he'd pushed himself up on his elbows while the attendant was off sterilising the needles, smirking at Bill from the table and murmuring, "When it's healed, you know you're going to have to come all over it, right?"
Oh Charlie, you sexy, sexy bastard. *pants*
He pictured stealing into the room and moving up behind them, pushing his own cock into the cleft of Charlie's arse and coming between his thighs, just as Charlie stiffened and came inside Bill's wife. He pictured Fleur's eyes as he bit down on Charlie's shoulder, the soft moan she would make as she saw them together at last, confirming all her fears and fantasies, the Weasley brothers covered in come and writhing against her.
Um, yes, this is exactly what happens in my own mental sequel. ;-)
blamecredit for your Weasleycest any time!! GUH! This is so delicious -- I loved how Bill's imagination is more important than what actually happens...how it doesn't even really matter what actually happens because the fantasies are real enough.That Green was for him, Bill knew; he'd been there when Charlie got it. The bastard had been lying naked on his stomach – not strictly required, of course, but Charlie had never been one to turn down a request to take off even half his clothing – and he'd pushed himself up on his elbows while the attendant was off sterilising the needles, smirking at Bill from the table and murmuring, "When it's healed, you know you're going to have to come all over it, right?"
Oh Charlie, you sexy, sexy bastard. *pants*
He pictured stealing into the room and moving up behind them, pushing his own cock into the cleft of Charlie's arse and coming between his thighs, just as Charlie stiffened and came inside Bill's wife. He pictured Fleur's eyes as he bit down on Charlie's shoulder, the soft moan she would make as she saw them together at last, confirming all her fears and fantasies, the Weasley brothers covered in come and writhing against her.
Um, yes, this is exactly what happens in my own mental sequel. ;-)
Thank you so very much!! *smooshes you*