I am a bad lj friend
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kijikun and buzzylittleb. Because I am crap at dates (seriously, my family gets stuff on time because I have had my entire life to learn those dates, noone else does).
So here. A little snippet of the thing I've been on-and-off working on in apology.
Ben’s finger just pushed right on into him and, God, that felt so strange and it ached only it was good-ache and bad-ache at the same time so Ray didn’t know whether to pull away or push back and he ended up just panting into Ben’s neck and shaking. Ben kept on touching him, moving in and out and stroking and it was definitely more good-ache now and he was whimpering a little with it, wet from the lube and, fuck, feeling like he was opening up.
Ben’s other hand wrapped round his dick, just keeping him hot and Ray pushed into the loose grasp and back onto the finger, only it was two now and that was too much, too much. Right until Ben did something amazing and suddenly two were just perfect and more and again would be better, but he was down to just vowels now. And it seemed like his body had the same idea because without Ray even thinking it he could feel himself squeeze Ben’s fingers tight, trying to get them to that place again, and Ben’s deep groan got all mixed up with his own.
"Dear Lord, Ray, you’re so tight. I’m not...not hurting?"
The man actually sounded anxious underneath all the turned on. You’d think all the languages he spoke he wouldn’t have any trouble translating the moans as good, good, good. The deep breath Ray took forced another one out of him before he could get his tongue to work, "Nnnn. Not hurting. Good, really, really good. Do not ever stop that."
Oh, yeah. Fingers moving again and Ben had the rhythm going now and it was just so good the way Ben licked and rubbed all over Ray’s neck, up and around his ear. "Ray, can I..." and Ray was nodding before he finished because he’d agree to anything right now, "...see? I want to be able to see."
Oh holy God. Just like that, Ray knew what it must look like: Ben’s fingers sliding into him easily, so easy now and him pushing back into every touch. He went red-hot all over at just the thought but he’d already agreed and Ben had shifted them, moving round behind him and guiding Ray down onto the bed and he let Ben do it, let his legs spread wider and his ass lift up and he shook all over at the sounds Ben made when he did and Ben’s fingers sliding back in had him bucking up helplessly. It was hot, so hot and he was so close all his muscles were trembling with it and it was going to take about two more of those perfect touches before he exploded, one more touch and Ben’s other hand had found a way to wrap tight and wonderful around his dick again and Ray was making this weird yowling noise into the sheets as his bones tried to shake right out of his body and he came and came.
He’d barely collapsed onto the bed in a twitching sweaty puddle when he felt Ben moving over him, hard heat thrusting between his thighs in time to frantic groans. When he closed them a little, trying to make it better, Ben muffled a yell against the back of his neck and flattened Ray to the mattress and he could feel Ben’s come wet against his balls and if he hadn’t just come his own brains out he would have been getting revved up again from knowing he’d made Ben that turned on.
But since his dick was currently pretty much dead to the world, he’d settle for enjoying the afterglow and Ben’s warm panting weight all along his back.
kijikun and buzzylittleb. Because I am crap at dates (seriously, my family gets stuff on time because I have had my entire life to learn those dates, noone else does).So here. A little snippet of the thing I've been on-and-off working on in apology.
Ben’s finger just pushed right on into him and, God, that felt so strange and it ached only it was good-ache and bad-ache at the same time so Ray didn’t know whether to pull away or push back and he ended up just panting into Ben’s neck and shaking. Ben kept on touching him, moving in and out and stroking and it was definitely more good-ache now and he was whimpering a little with it, wet from the lube and, fuck, feeling like he was opening up.
Ben’s other hand wrapped round his dick, just keeping him hot and Ray pushed into the loose grasp and back onto the finger, only it was two now and that was too much, too much. Right until Ben did something amazing and suddenly two were just perfect and more and again would be better, but he was down to just vowels now. And it seemed like his body had the same idea because without Ray even thinking it he could feel himself squeeze Ben’s fingers tight, trying to get them to that place again, and Ben’s deep groan got all mixed up with his own.
"Dear Lord, Ray, you’re so tight. I’m not...not hurting?"
The man actually sounded anxious underneath all the turned on. You’d think all the languages he spoke he wouldn’t have any trouble translating the moans as good, good, good. The deep breath Ray took forced another one out of him before he could get his tongue to work, "Nnnn. Not hurting. Good, really, really good. Do not ever stop that."
Oh, yeah. Fingers moving again and Ben had the rhythm going now and it was just so good the way Ben licked and rubbed all over Ray’s neck, up and around his ear. "Ray, can I..." and Ray was nodding before he finished because he’d agree to anything right now, "...see? I want to be able to see."
Oh holy God. Just like that, Ray knew what it must look like: Ben’s fingers sliding into him easily, so easy now and him pushing back into every touch. He went red-hot all over at just the thought but he’d already agreed and Ben had shifted them, moving round behind him and guiding Ray down onto the bed and he let Ben do it, let his legs spread wider and his ass lift up and he shook all over at the sounds Ben made when he did and Ben’s fingers sliding back in had him bucking up helplessly. It was hot, so hot and he was so close all his muscles were trembling with it and it was going to take about two more of those perfect touches before he exploded, one more touch and Ben’s other hand had found a way to wrap tight and wonderful around his dick again and Ray was making this weird yowling noise into the sheets as his bones tried to shake right out of his body and he came and came.
He’d barely collapsed onto the bed in a twitching sweaty puddle when he felt Ben moving over him, hard heat thrusting between his thighs in time to frantic groans. When he closed them a little, trying to make it better, Ben muffled a yell against the back of his neck and flattened Ray to the mattress and he could feel Ben’s come wet against his balls and if he hadn’t just come his own brains out he would have been getting revved up again from knowing he’d made Ben that turned on.
But since his dick was currently pretty much dead to the world, he’d settle for enjoying the afterglow and Ben’s warm panting weight all along his back.
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Date: 2005-09-10 07:54 pm (UTC)Eventually this may get connected to something else with, like, and actual plot... *glares at lazy muses*
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Date: 2005-09-10 08:04 pm (UTC)Though my muses certainly think they do. They want bloody charts.(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-11 03:08 pm (UTC)Hmm, maybe if I made a chart I'd have a better idea what to do with the dratted thing. Then again, maybe not.
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Date: 2005-09-17 07:09 pm (UTC)Correction: I drew diagrams. Little stick Bentons getting fucked.
I am officially unhinged.
What I meant to say: 1)yum 2)You've already written me one pile of smut this year, don't stress yourself out about it.
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Date: 2005-09-19 04:33 pm (UTC)*shrieks with laughter and falls off chair*
I think I kind of love you.
(And in case you hadn't realised, I like writing piles of smut... they don't require plot or coherence or even much dialogue!)
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Date: 2005-09-19 06:38 pm (UTC)I'll try to remember to scan them next week when I get my own scanner back, if you like.
They are pretty awful and have all the boys identified by letters.
Actually it makes me thing of whoever has that stick people sex icon.
Plot, coherence and dialogue are currently doing very odd things to my writing. I am more than faintly worried.