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tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-05-11 12:05 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2008-05-11 12:05 am
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Maybe I'm just cranky from visiting the Emotional Sinkhole yesterday, but.
Annoyance of the day: having a really good song stuck in your head to the point where you start hating it.
Also, I am indeed cranky tonight, as well as slightly inebriated and in need of a Frenchboy to snuggle. (Porny drabbles might also do in a pinch.)
Maybe I should just go to bed.
Edit: Or maybe I should lead by example on the porny drabble front?
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It was the offshoot of so many similar nights in Musain: Grantaire supplicating, Enjolras standing there with his lip curling contemptuously and his eye on the empty bottles of wine. Except this time, Grantaire backed up his protestations of devotion with a fumbling hand on Enjolras' thigh.
"Let me please you. Somehow. Anyhow."
And that was how he ended up on his knees on the Musain's filthy floor, with Enjolras' fingers wound through his hair and Enjolras' cock in his mouth. Grantaire didn't dare look up to see the expression on his face; the stifled moan that escaped his lips near the end, and the fingers clenching into a fist in his hair, were enough.
Also, I am indeed cranky tonight, as well as slightly inebriated and in need of a Frenchboy to snuggle. (Porny drabbles might also do in a pinch.)
Maybe I should just go to bed.
Edit: Or maybe I should lead by example on the porny drabble front?
-
It was the offshoot of so many similar nights in Musain: Grantaire supplicating, Enjolras standing there with his lip curling contemptuously and his eye on the empty bottles of wine. Except this time, Grantaire backed up his protestations of devotion with a fumbling hand on Enjolras' thigh.
"Let me please you. Somehow. Anyhow."
And that was how he ended up on his knees on the Musain's filthy floor, with Enjolras' fingers wound through his hair and Enjolras' cock in his mouth. Grantaire didn't dare look up to see the expression on his face; the stifled moan that escaped his lips near the end, and the fingers clenching into a fist in his hair, were enough.