our bodies possessed by light: b-sides
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ceuJust some porny bits that weren't part of/didn't flow with the sequence of events in the prompt so I ended up scrapping them. Writing smut is just writing action to me.
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Pat who keeps kissing him harder and thrusting his tongue into Pran's mouth greedily, like he's trying to reach deep into Pran's body from here, and even though Pran's wide awake and lit up inside, now nearly fully hard, he lets Pat nudge him down, tipping backward onto the leather couch as they break apart.
Pat's hair is still tied into a stupid little upknot that makes Pran crazy sometimes. He gestures Pat down and Pat complies; Pran wraps his hand around the ponytail, and tugs Pat down lightly. "What happened to doing the work for me, hm?" Pran asks, cocking his head as Pat keeps his eyes on him, even bent forward like this.
Pat glances down at where his face is several inches away from Pran's crotch.
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Pat's mouth is wet and slick and warm and easy and Pran wants to use it.
Letting go of his boyfriend's hair, Pran breaks the kiss and pushes Pat into the corner of the couch, over pillows and the armrest. "Lie down," he says to Pat.
Pat complies, legs curling up, but Pran pushes them down and straddles him. "What are you going to do to me, Chief?" Pat asks in an innocent voice.
Despite their positions, Pran rolls his eyes. They'd done plenty of roleplaying when rehearsing and memorizing their lines for the play; they definitely spent more time having sex using the play as an excuse, than actually practicing.
Still, it's hot. Pran rolls his neck, feeling the elastic of the Nong Nao mask stretch along his head, and says, "What do you think I'll do, Teacher?"
Pat merely watches him as Pran slides himself up his boyfriend's body, sitting on Pat's chest, knees on other side of him. Pat's gaze keeps going between Pran's dick and Pran's face, and Pran saves him from trying to choose by undoing his shorts then, sliding them with his boxers a few inches down his thighs and freeing his cock. Then Pat can't look away from it, mouth opening slightly out of instinct, hungry for it. Pran's smirk grows wider.
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Pat who keeps kissing him harder and thrusting his tongue into Pran's mouth greedily, like he's trying to reach deep into Pran's body from here, and even though Pran's wide awake and lit up inside, now nearly fully hard, he lets Pat nudge him down, tipping backward onto the leather couch as they break apart.
Pat's hair is still tied into a stupid little upknot that makes Pran crazy sometimes. He gestures Pat down and Pat complies; Pran wraps his hand around the ponytail, and tugs Pat down lightly. "What happened to doing the work for me, hm?" Pran asks, cocking his head as Pat keeps his eyes on him, even bent forward like this.
Pat glances down at where his face is several inches away from Pran's crotch.
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Pat's mouth is wet and slick and warm and easy and Pran wants to use it.
Letting go of his boyfriend's hair, Pran breaks the kiss and pushes Pat into the corner of the couch, over pillows and the armrest. "Lie down," he says to Pat.
Pat complies, legs curling up, but Pran pushes them down and straddles him. "What are you going to do to me, Chief?" Pat asks in an innocent voice.
Despite their positions, Pran rolls his eyes. They'd done plenty of roleplaying when rehearsing and memorizing their lines for the play; they definitely spent more time having sex using the play as an excuse, than actually practicing.
Still, it's hot. Pran rolls his neck, feeling the elastic of the Nong Nao mask stretch along his head, and says, "What do you think I'll do, Teacher?"
Pat merely watches him as Pran slides himself up his boyfriend's body, sitting on Pat's chest, knees on other side of him. Pat's gaze keeps going between Pran's dick and Pran's face, and Pran saves him from trying to choose by undoing his shorts then, sliding them with his boxers a few inches down his thighs and freeing his cock. Then Pat can't look away from it, mouth opening slightly out of instinct, hungry for it. Pran's smirk grows wider.
