Holy shit, he's not the only one!!! *flails at you, mystery author* YOU WROTE ME MUSCLEY MEN!! You are so freaking awesome, you have no idea. And the whole "pin me to the bed and fuck me" thing?! Holy shit, holy shit, yes, super kink. You should be wearing spandex with a giant S on the chest. Maybe an S shaped like a curvy cock, heh. OMG, I have no idea what I'm saying, but this fic? Is made of everything awesome.
First, there's the whole Kingsley is working out and making his muscles DANCE FOR ME! And being outrageously sexy and making Harry have instant orgasms of the obvious kind. And then there is the arm-wrestling of awesomeness. And the parts where I simultaneously laugh and go "Guh."
AND THEN!
In place of a kiss, Charlie sucked Kingsley's bottom lip between his and bit down, light enough to grasp and tug. He bared his teeth as he did it, looking at Kingsley with dark eyes.
*gurgles with lust* Yes yes yes yes. THIS.
Oh wait. But then there's THIS: Charlie's chest, arms and shoulders were decorated with bright, gorgeous tattoos. Flames leapt down his back; scales wrapped around his shoulder; and the fierce, piercing eyes of a Horntail slithered over his pectoral muscles, making him look even bigger than he was and definitely more dangerous than his easy-going nature would ever allow.
Ahhhhh! I WANT!
"You handle dragon scales in the nude?"
Charlie walked him back towards the bed, laughing. "No,
Umm, excuse me, why not?! This should be immediately made a LAW!
And then there is wrestling on the bed and big hands and big muscles (of all kinds, y/y??) and the hi, look, you cannot pin me because I am ALSO made of all the muscles! and... omg, this fic is all that is perfect. Just... *flails* PERFECT. I asked for men with huge, rippling muscles, and you gave me all that AND SO MUCH MORE.
Santa is being oh so very good to me! :D Thank you, mystery author! You are freaking AMAZING! *loves on you and goes back to re-read*
Holy shit, he's not the only one!!! *flails at you, mystery author* YOU WROTE ME MUSCLEY MEN!! You are so freaking awesome, you have no idea. And the whole "pin me to the bed and fuck me" thing?! Holy shit, holy shit, yes, super kink. You should be wearing spandex with a giant S on the chest. Maybe an S shaped like a curvy cock, heh. OMG, I have no idea what I'm saying, but this fic? Is made of everything awesome.
First, there's the whole Kingsley is working out and making his muscles DANCE FOR ME! And being outrageously sexy and making Harry have instant orgasms of the obvious kind. And then there is the arm-wrestling of awesomeness. And the parts where I simultaneously laugh and go "Guh."
AND THEN!
In place of a kiss, Charlie sucked Kingsley's bottom lip between his and bit down, light enough to grasp and tug. He bared his teeth as he did it, looking at Kingsley with dark eyes.
*gurgles with lust* Yes yes yes yes. THIS.
Oh wait. But then there's THIS: Charlie's chest, arms and shoulders were decorated with bright, gorgeous tattoos. Flames leapt down his back; scales wrapped around his shoulder; and the fierce, piercing eyes of a Horntail slithered over his pectoral muscles, making him look even bigger than he was and definitely more dangerous than his easy-going nature would ever allow.
Ahhhhh! I WANT!
"You handle dragon scales in the nude?"
Charlie walked him back towards the bed, laughing. "No,
Umm, excuse me, why not?! This should be immediately made a LAW!
And then there is wrestling on the bed and big hands and big muscles (of all kinds, y/y??) and the hi, look, you cannot pin me because I am ALSO made of all the muscles! and... omg, this fic is all that is perfect. Just... *flails* PERFECT. I asked for men with huge, rippling muscles, and you gave me all that AND SO MUCH MORE.
Santa is being oh so very good to me! :D Thank you, mystery author! You are freaking AMAZING! *loves on you and goes back to re-read*