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ha you can hit the back button and retrieve your changes. UNDEFEATED yo I think the coffee just hit. Whoa.
Anyway. Another chapter is up of the Sled Dog Guy Mystery:
The Worst At Sexting
featuring the hypothermia trope, a bump up to Explicit (it’s less explicit than my E usually is, I thought about leaving it M, but you know what, there are dicks, it’s E), and also Bodhi being domestic and getting snuggled, which is what we all really wanted. It’s still not really fluff, but.
Oh, also Baze is in this bit! And the excerpt is a part I’ve posted at least some of before but I mean, here it is again but as a part of a thing you can read all of, this time.
“Oh,” Bodhi said, “well, then, okay.” Jeron nipped at the edge of his jaw, and bit his neck, not hard but hard enough, and he made a kind of embarrassing noise and writhed in his grip.
“Fuck,” Jeron groaned fervently, “fuck, that’s hot, you’re hot,” and from how he was hitching his hips he was pretty close, so it was okay that Bodhi was really close too. He hadn’t– it had been so long since anyone had touched him, his body wasn’t sure what to do, couldn’t remember ever feeling like this.
“Jeron,” he said, intense, breathing hard.
“Cassian,” Jeron said, and it jolted Bodhi for a moment, but then he followed it up with, “my real name– is Cassian–”
“Cassian,” Bodhi said, and Jeron– or, he supposed, Cassian– groaned, heart-felt and desperate. “Come on, then,” Bodhi said, his heart softening as he realized what that meant.
“Bodhi,” Cassian gasped. “Bodhi–”
“Yeah,” Bodhi said, and Cassian made a high, pleading, broken sort of noise, and came, shivering and gasping.
“Bodhi,” Cassian pleaded, shivering and breathless.
“That’s my real name,” Bodhi said. “I promise. It’s really my name.”
ha you can hit the back button and retrieve your changes. UNDEFEATED yo I think the coffee just hit. Whoa.
Anyway. Another chapter is up of the Sled Dog Guy Mystery:
The Worst At Sexting
featuring the hypothermia trope, a bump up to Explicit (it’s less explicit than my E usually is, I thought about leaving it M, but you know what, there are dicks, it’s E), and also Bodhi being domestic and getting snuggled, which is what we all really wanted. It’s still not really fluff, but.
Oh, also Baze is in this bit! And the excerpt is a part I’ve posted at least some of before but I mean, here it is again but as a part of a thing you can read all of, this time.
“Oh,” Bodhi said, “well, then, okay.” Jeron nipped at the edge of his jaw, and bit his neck, not hard but hard enough, and he made a kind of embarrassing noise and writhed in his grip.
“Fuck,” Jeron groaned fervently, “fuck, that’s hot, you’re hot,” and from how he was hitching his hips he was pretty close, so it was okay that Bodhi was really close too. He hadn’t– it had been so long since anyone had touched him, his body wasn’t sure what to do, couldn’t remember ever feeling like this.
“Jeron,” he said, intense, breathing hard.
“Cassian,” Jeron said, and it jolted Bodhi for a moment, but then he followed it up with, “my real name– is Cassian–”
“Cassian,” Bodhi said, and Jeron– or, he supposed, Cassian– groaned, heart-felt and desperate. “Come on, then,” Bodhi said, his heart softening as he realized what that meant.
“Bodhi,” Cassian gasped. “Bodhi–”
“Yeah,” Bodhi said, and Cassian made a high, pleading, broken sort of noise, and came, shivering and gasping.
“Bodhi,” Cassian pleaded, shivering and breathless.
“That’s my real name,” Bodhi said. “I promise. It’s really my name.”
