Fic Wot I Wrote

[tiggymalvern]

The muse prize this time goes to andmydog, who gets a completely accidental Christmas meme prezzie because of it. Although I'm fairly sure this isn't what you had in mind....

W/V, NC-17, lots of naughty sex words - I really don't need to tell you lot this stuff, do I?

And yes, I've now set two completely unrelated stories in the same gap in the manga in TriMax 6. Suck it down, I ain't apologising for it ;-)

Balance

Comments

Re: I am guh'd.

[andmydog.livejournal.com]

It never does things the obvious way when it can make it complex instead....

Well, right. Where's the fun in doing things the easy way?


Besides, from what I remember, the muse-ing was "handcuffs! You should totally write handcuffs!sex!"


Again, damn. This was some wicked hot awkward-ouchie goodness.

Re: I am guh'd.

[tiggymalvern.livejournal.com]

Oh, your prompt was rather more eloquent than that, dear, if a tad on the tongue-in-cheek side *g*
"There needs to be a fic that explores the dynamics of the V/W relationship through powerplay. There needs to be a way of expressing more of *who* these characters are by the way they interact in bed. There needs to be more weight given to what has made them who they are. There needs to be...handcuffs."

Just asking for handcuffs may well not have worked!

Re: I am guh'd.

[andmydog.livejournal.com]

"My God! I'm full of shit!" /2001 voice



...did I really say that? Ouch.

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Re: I am guh'd.

[tiggymalvern.livejournal.com]

LJ will always come back to bite you on the arse! (http://www.livejournal.com/users/tiggymalvern/6544.html?thread=156304#t156304) *snort*

Too late to regret it now.... *g*

Re: I am guh'd.

[andmydog.livejournal.com]

He let his eyes drift over Wolfwood - the dark hair, sweat-damp, that hung down across his eyes, the press of ribs against his skin as he took in air, the cock that shifted against his stomach as he moved. He wondered how many times now he'd sucked on that cock, felt it press between his lips and tremble against his tongue as he swallowed, the sand crushed beneath his knees. He knew Wolfwood's body, the sheen of sunlight on skin, the touch of him in the darkness, the changing taste of him as his tongue swept from mouth to throat to cock, and knowing didn't take the edge off. Knowing only made him want more, like he wanted now, watching Wolfwood stretch himself with his own fingers because...

Wolfwood wouldn't fuck him, because he was chained.

That was the one thing that made it okay.

"You can fuck me if you want."

...um. Regret? What is this regret you speak of?

Remind me to be pretentiously kinky more often.