it’s tuesday but don’t despair
May. 9th, 2019 01:53 amvia http://bit.ly/2Vq8oP0
I have another fic update and it is almost all uhhh can we say p*rn on this website anymore? well it’s uh er*tica anyway or whatever the algorithmically correct thing to say is, so like, I have no explanation or excuse, sometimes someone just has to do this sort of thing. I know, I’ve been going on and on about social commentary sorts of things but sometimes, listen, sometimes people just have to give each other BJs and that’s how it goes. Uh I should revise the story’s tags, I’m really not sure where I thought it would go when I created it and there’s probably inaccurate stuff in there. And I’m not sure, I should tag for discussions of reproduction, there’s going to have to be earnest discussions of dynastic succession and the like. I mean, not in the slashy part at least.
So it’s a long and uh juicy chapter anyway. Can we say juicy? Does the algorithm flag juicy?
chapter uhhh four?, Safe, on AO3, featuring Maia/Csethiro and Csevet/Beshelar, finally
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Deret didn’t exactly throw him down onto the bed, but he put him down without a great deal of control of the descent, so that he bounced, and then Deret was atop him, shedding trousers and unlaced boots, and his shoulders were broad and his body was heavy and his hair was a mane around both of their faces, and he wasn’t exactly pinning Csevet down, but Csevet could almost pretend he was, which again he ought not to like so much but it was Beshelar, and he did.
“Thy shoulder,” Deret said, pausing to pull a chagrined face at him, “did I–”
Csevet grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down to kiss him forcefully, and Deret took that for an answer. It was a little while before Csevet had the self-possession to answer, “The key to successfully pinning me to a wall without injury is first checking for obstructions, but fortunately there’s no protruding wall molding on that bit.”
“I did look,” Beshelar said. “It’s easier when I am not dodging thy fists.”
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(edit:) oh now the crossposter fixes itself! sorry for a double post, DW peeps!
I have another fic update and it is almost all uhhh can we say p*rn on this website anymore? well it’s uh er*tica anyway or whatever the algorithmically correct thing to say is, so like, I have no explanation or excuse, sometimes someone just has to do this sort of thing. I know, I’ve been going on and on about social commentary sorts of things but sometimes, listen, sometimes people just have to give each other BJs and that’s how it goes. Uh I should revise the story’s tags, I’m really not sure where I thought it would go when I created it and there’s probably inaccurate stuff in there. And I’m not sure, I should tag for discussions of reproduction, there’s going to have to be earnest discussions of dynastic succession and the like. I mean, not in the slashy part at least.
So it’s a long and uh juicy chapter anyway. Can we say juicy? Does the algorithm flag juicy?
chapter uhhh four?, Safe, on AO3, featuring Maia/Csethiro and Csevet/Beshelar, finally
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Deret didn’t exactly throw him down onto the bed, but he put him down without a great deal of control of the descent, so that he bounced, and then Deret was atop him, shedding trousers and unlaced boots, and his shoulders were broad and his body was heavy and his hair was a mane around both of their faces, and he wasn’t exactly pinning Csevet down, but Csevet could almost pretend he was, which again he ought not to like so much but it was Beshelar, and he did.
“Thy shoulder,” Deret said, pausing to pull a chagrined face at him, “did I–”
Csevet grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down to kiss him forcefully, and Deret took that for an answer. It was a little while before Csevet had the self-possession to answer, “The key to successfully pinning me to a wall without injury is first checking for obstructions, but fortunately there’s no protruding wall molding on that bit.”
“I did look,” Beshelar said. “It’s easier when I am not dodging thy fists.”
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(edit:) oh now the crossposter fixes itself! sorry for a double post, DW peeps!