3some_mod (3some_mod) wrote in pimp_my_3some, @ 2007-06-05 00:57:00 |
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Original poster: wilfred_elphick
We will continue, this week, with a man who needs no introduction. Charlie Weasley.
Charlie is, perhaps, the Weasley brother least conscious of his body. His body is merely a vehicle, a tool; sinewy and hardened to rough but rewarding labor. He doesn't concern himself with the scars that streak his flesh, though they increase in number every year. They are merely an accepted part of his profession, and he scarcely notices them these days. Other eyes notice them and trace their intricate lines, however...
Charlie lays back on the bed, arms bent, head resting on his stacked hands. His cock lies, half-hard and unapologetic, against his stomach and if one were inclined, one could map the short years of his time in Romania in the network of burn scars on his chest, legs, and arms. He reaches one hand down to adjust himself, not noticing the way two pairs of eyes follow the movement, one hungrily, the other with a sort of wide-eyed astonishment at the situation they find themselves in. He is telling an amusing story about life in camp, and as he does so, his right foot is tapping against the bedpost, vibrating the entire bed.
He is pure energy, contained in human form. He is beauty unacknowledged. He is Charlie Weasley.
Meet Charlie, and two of his brothers, in the story which shows that, no matter how similar three people might appear, how close their relationship, they are as diverse as strangers.