challenge #63 - hair porn |
[May. 7th, 2008|05:25 pm] |
Title: Loved Author: Foreverbm Timeline: Season 5 A/N: Yes another shower one! Condom: Michael
Ben knelt before me, his warm mouth feasting on my cock. I tangled my fingers through his wet hair as he took me deeper into his mouth. His blue eyes lifted, meeting mine, and I felt a surge of overpowering love for him, as I watched his mouth slowly and sensually suck my cock. I dug my fingers deeper into his hair as I came closer to orgasm. The warm water cascaded over us, droplets landing on his beautiful body and my breath caught in my throat as my orgasm hit me, knowing he was and always would be mine. |
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[May. 7th, 2008|07:08 pm] |
Title: Art Author: dirtylttlescret Timeline: Post 513 Rating: R A/N: http://wahooart.com/A55A04/w.nsf/Opra/BRUE-5ZKELT Condom: Brian
“I hate you,” whispers Justin into cell as he shifts the erection in his jeans. He’s locked himself into a stall in the men’s room of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
“What are you talking about?” asks Brian.
“They’ve got some of René Magritte’s work on loan from Le Centaure in Belgium.”
“And?”
“And I stupidly walked past The Listening Room as I was looking at the exhibit.”
For a moment, all Justin can hear is laugher coming from Brian’s end of the line.
“Jesus Justin, you’re worse than Pavlov’s dog. Only you could get a fucking hard-on from a granny smith.” |
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Challenge #63: Hair!porn |
[May. 7th, 2008|07:47 pm] |
Title: The things that really matter Author: not_yet_defined Warnings: tiny tiny bit o'angst, set during the pink posse arc, porn-lite. A/N: not beta'd, sorry it's down to the wire. :D it's been awhile. Condom: 3 for Brian, 2 for Justin
I slide open the loft door, expecting to find Brian at his desk, or watching some old movie, but the lights are off, save the one over his bed. It's not that late, a little after one. I'm surprised he's already asleep. I rub my hand over my head, the short hairs tickling my hand and wonder if I should go back to my place. Fuck that. I'm already here. I toe off my shoes at the door, drop my bag on the island and slip off my jacket, draping it over the back of the couch as I pass.
( 4 more drabbles under the cut ) |
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Challenge #63: Hair Porn |
[May. 7th, 2008|08:41 pm] |
TITLE: Just Another Day AUTHOR:happier_bunny NOTES: Season One drabble for leelee2005, her five words were: orange, warm, fingers, smooth, hair ---- Thanks to xie_xie_xie for the beta! CONDOM: Brian
Watching his orange shirt ride up, I caught a glimpse of his smooth back as he reached across the table.
I pulled him onto my lap. "When do you get a break?"
He flashed me a smile. "Now, actually."
I heaved him up and led the way to the bathroom. Leaning against the door, I groaned when his warm lips wrapped around my cock.
I watched his head bobbing up and down and itched to touch him. I twirled my fingers in his hair, caressing him as he swallowed around my dick. I came. "That was hot." I kissed him. |
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Challenge #63: Closed // Challenge #64: Green Apple(s) |
[May. 7th, 2008|09:06 pm] |
Challenge #63 is officially closed. You guys ROCK!
Condom War Lindsay - two Justin - three Michael - eight and the winner is Brian with 10 condoms:
CHALLENGE #64: Green Apple(s)
OT: GO NOMINATE ICONS at iconics |
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challenge #63 Hair Porn |
[May. 7th, 2008|10:42 pm] |
Title: Wet Author: Foreverbm Timeline: Any Condom: Michael A/N: For outlander because she likes wet hair porn
I rubbed my hands through my hair, rinsing out the shampoo and jumped when Ben’s hands grabbed my hips, turning me around.
His mouth found mine, his kiss so deep that I felt my legs begin to give way under me and I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.
We finally came up for air and he smiled at me before raining wet kisses down my chest, stopping to bite gently at my nipples. His hands kneaded my ass and I whimpered as his fingers circled my hole.
“Fuck me Ben….now”
“Soon baby…”
I growled as his fingers entered me. |
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challenge #63 Hair Porn |
[May. 7th, 2008|11:36 pm] |
Title: Remembering Author: Foreverbm Timeline: Future Condom: Michael A/N: There should be a warning on this one, but not quite sure what it should be.
The warm water fell gently over me as I remembered how his hands used to wash me, caressing my skin as if they were making love to me.
The way his wet hair shone; the drips that I kissed off his eyelashes.
We rarely got through a shower without making love.
I moaned softly as I remembered how he felt when he entered me, slowly at first then pushing in so deeply that I had to bite my lip from screaming at the incredible rush of pleasure.
I remembered everything.
I rested my head against the wet tiles and cried. |
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