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The Great and Powerful Me: To Know You Again →
I missed you too. *My hand still nearly engulfs your own when I take it to run over my cheek, my jaw; I want to know you again*But now yer back. [He smiles at you, but there is lingering sadness in his eyes. He’s needed you over the years, he’s cried and cursed your name. To him you were hope, salvation; but to him you were also despair and damnation. As much as he had pleaded into the night or silence, you never came. Now that he’s fixed the tatters of his life… now you’re back. He’s glad, but at the same time, he resents that you weren’t there. It’s small, but there, and one day it may burst out of him.]
*I can always see it when it’s there, no matter how deep it’s buried. And I can always wait for that day, and stand up to it when it comes. Now, however, my lips press hard to yours. I’m so sorry, sweetheart.*
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themasterkoschei replied to your post: Late night confession time. Wider than you’d think given the right tools, Freak.
Why, Master. Propositioning a dread temporal singularity like me? What’s gotten into you, I wonder? Not that I’d in any way object to pushing that tight little asshole apart… if it is tight, that is.
You’ve proven you could have some hint of worth, Freak.
And I will be doing the…pushing.
Ooooh. Hankering for a piece of human ass, huh? You just might get it, if you promise to be brutal.
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themasterkoschei replied to your post: Late night confession time. Wider than you’d think given the right tools, Freak.
Why, Master. Propositioning a dread temporal singularity like me? What’s gotten into you, I wonder? Not that I’d in any way object to pushing that tight little asshole apart… if it is tight, that is.*I snort softly* That much I don’t doubt.
Care to help me prove my statement?
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I missed you too. *My hand still nearly engulfs your own when I take it to run over my cheek, my jaw; I want to know you again**My gaze marks the wound deep in the lovely, long-fingered hand at your wrist; I am quiet when I speak again* Good to know you didn’t give up on me. *I just wish I could have made it back sooner.*I’d ne’er give up on ye. [He clasps the glass with his palms and rolls the glass back and forth between them, looking down at the whiskey and ice.] I missed ye a lot, Handsome.
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Jim Moriarty: blowmeawaybaby:*In the deep and the dark, I wait for you, aching to... →
*I catch you, taste you with every ounce of my being, and ripple in delight, warm. The dark, roiling mass that is your soul is balm to me.**In the deep and the dark, I wait for you, aching to feel your trembling fingers on me. Sweet little devil, you’re fighting it hard. My eyes are open, still, wide and glassy into the wan light of early morning**I finally sag, exhausted against you, reaching out to you mentally, feeling for your presence and wrapping myself up in you. You’re bright and warm and comforting as I feel myself stuttering to a halt, my lips settling at the corner of your mouth as my breathing slows.*
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themasterkoschei replied to your post: Late night confession time. Wider than you’d think given the right tools, Freak.
*I snort softly* That much I don’t doubt.
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teafortorture said: Regent tangles his fingers in the mans shirt, holding onto him tight. “I… I missed you…” He cradles the captain and just breathes in the scent of the older man.
*My breath catches hot and sharp in my throat; with a low growl I grind hard into your hand, the large organ hidden beneath it stirring in response. Wanton thing.* How could I not? No one does it like you, sweet stuff.*My teeth catch at your lower lip gently, and I grin, ever playful as I give your bum a little squeeze, pressing your hips against mine* You can feel it, too.
Regent laughs softly and ‘mmm’s into Jack’s neck.”Oh yes… how could I forget…” He smirks and reaches down to palm the captain through his trousers. “Did you miss my ‘talents’ too Jackie?”
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*In the deep and the dark, I wait for you, aching to feel your trembling fingers on me. Sweet little devil, you’re fighting it hard. My eyes are open, still, wide and glassy into the wan light of early morning**Thus, with a kiss, I die; I let my life go from me in an exhale of gorgeous release, warm in your arms. My heart shudders slowly to a stop, my lips parted.**I’m fighting my own body as it shuts down on me, resting my head against your cheek. I won’t die from this, I haven’t ingested quite enough for that, but my heart rate is dangerously slow, and I force myself to hyperventilate into your hair to keep myself awake and alert, my hand still clenched in yours.*
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