How's this for later? ^^ FAIL!THALIA. Oh well. NO LESS MEANT, OKAY?
Now, I know it's just fanfiction, and you're going to disclaim and be modesty and guffaw no matter what I say, but. You have serious, serious juju in your possession. Your brain, it is good with the words. Understatement. Understatement.
How will he compare to Karl's open smile and the curl of his Kiwi accent around words that Chris keeps as his own for so long?
the tea lights around him mock his swooning.
"Well," Karl says. "I do love you." "Don't talk dirty," Chris replies breathlessly. His spine arching under Karl's commanding army of kisses that are gathering in the crannies of his knee.
vKarl has stolen all his words, eaten them like a hungry warrior, teeth shining in the light. Words of your own, Chris thinks, are for the pleasure-seekers in life, so bent on pleasure that they pass right by happiness in its quiet existence right here in this fort, heavy linens all around them and Karl's pleased face next to his. Out of the corner of his vision, Chris sees Karl close his eyes to take deep breaths. Chris turns on his back to free his hand until he can wiggle it around Karl's wrists. They are shackled. They are owned. They are used for love. They are conquered.
Yeah, seriously. We are so, so fucking blessed to have you around.
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Now, I know it's just fanfiction, and you're going to disclaim and be modesty and guffaw no matter what I say, but. You have serious, serious juju in your possession. Your brain, it is good with the words. Understatement. Understatement.
How will he compare to Karl's open smile and the curl of his Kiwi accent around words that Chris keeps as his own for so long?
the tea lights around him mock his swooning.
"Well," Karl says. "I do love you."
"Don't talk dirty," Chris replies breathlessly. His spine arching under Karl's commanding army of kisses that are gathering in the crannies of his knee.
vKarl has stolen all his words, eaten them like a hungry warrior, teeth shining in the light.
Words of your own, Chris thinks, are for the pleasure-seekers in life, so bent on pleasure that they pass right by happiness in its quiet existence right here in this fort, heavy linens all around them and Karl's pleased face next to his. Out of the corner of his vision, Chris sees Karl close his eyes to take deep breaths.
Chris turns on his back to free his hand until he can wiggle it around Karl's wrists. They are shackled. They are owned. They are used for love. They are conquered.
Yeah, seriously. We are so, so fucking blessed to have you around.