Textual Healing...
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katemonkey:
"It's a good thing Rose wanted to see the 2003 MTV awards," Jack said to himself as he
made a check mark against Madonna's name and smiled.
Fromtemaris:
Puddlejumpers were a means of getting from a to b without walking and yes ok sometimes with added really cool space flight, but that wasn't the point. No, and stargates frankly were mostly a new and scientifically improbable way of walking blind into strange new worlds full of more people who didn't like him. So no, he didn't get flying. But this -- he thrust deeper, lost in the movement, the drag of John's ass around his cock, the lift of his hips, the sound of John's breath coming in tight constricted gasps, more ecstasy on his face than any mere mode of transportation had ever wrung from him... this was real flight with nothing more than two bodies in motion.
One of mine:
Tyler wiggled as El Blanco's tongue wormed its way into him. The thick flesh pulse within him, opening his ass to its limits. He begged for more as El Blanco thrust in and out of his body. Feeling careful teeth nibble on his prostate Tyler screamed and came, splattering the ground with his ecstasy. The tongue left his body and he slumped sated to the ground, knowing his husband's love would surround him always.
Fromtemaris:
Fox shivered, his eyes closing briefly against the cold, impersonal touch.
"Let me in," whispered Alex, "let me in and you will never fear again."
"I'm not afraid," he insisted, his voice rough.
And Alex just smiled, slowly.
One of mine:
"Oh fuck," John gasped as he thrust forward, his cock now tightly encased in Rodney's ass. It had been too long since John had felt anything but his own right hand. He'd tried to ignore it - this all-consuming need he felt each time he saw Rodney, but it was no use. And now, buried in Rodney's body, John knew he was finally home.
One of mine:
"Never. Do. That. Again." Vin punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips. JD moaned under the assault, Vin's cock pushing into flesh that hadn't quite been stretched enough. Not that there had been time. JD had still been running on the adrenalin that came from realising just how close he had come to dying, and Vin on a combination of the anger and relief that had hit him once the situation was finally contained.
JD's fingers clawed at the sheets beneath him, scrambling for purchase against Vin's relentless pounding.
"The next time," Vin demanded, "some psycho decides to blow himself up, you get. Out. Of. The. Fucking. Way." Sweat dripped onto JD's back.
"He had the disk on him," JD just managed to gasp out.
But Vin didn't care about the disk. He cared about JD, and JD had to see that.
katemonkey:"It's a good thing Rose wanted to see the 2003 MTV awards," Jack said to himself as he
made a check mark against Madonna's name and smiled.
From
temaris:Puddlejumpers were a means of getting from a to b without walking and yes ok sometimes with added really cool space flight, but that wasn't the point. No, and stargates frankly were mostly a new and scientifically improbable way of walking blind into strange new worlds full of more people who didn't like him. So no, he didn't get flying. But this -- he thrust deeper, lost in the movement, the drag of John's ass around his cock, the lift of his hips, the sound of John's breath coming in tight constricted gasps, more ecstasy on his face than any mere mode of transportation had ever wrung from him... this was real flight with nothing more than two bodies in motion.
One of mine:
Tyler wiggled as El Blanco's tongue wormed its way into him. The thick flesh pulse within him, opening his ass to its limits. He begged for more as El Blanco thrust in and out of his body. Feeling careful teeth nibble on his prostate Tyler screamed and came, splattering the ground with his ecstasy. The tongue left his body and he slumped sated to the ground, knowing his husband's love would surround him always.
From
temaris:Fox shivered, his eyes closing briefly against the cold, impersonal touch.
"Let me in," whispered Alex, "let me in and you will never fear again."
"I'm not afraid," he insisted, his voice rough.
And Alex just smiled, slowly.
One of mine:
"Oh fuck," John gasped as he thrust forward, his cock now tightly encased in Rodney's ass. It had been too long since John had felt anything but his own right hand. He'd tried to ignore it - this all-consuming need he felt each time he saw Rodney, but it was no use. And now, buried in Rodney's body, John knew he was finally home.
One of mine:
"Never. Do. That. Again." Vin punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips. JD moaned under the assault, Vin's cock pushing into flesh that hadn't quite been stretched enough. Not that there had been time. JD had still been running on the adrenalin that came from realising just how close he had come to dying, and Vin on a combination of the anger and relief that had hit him once the situation was finally contained.
JD's fingers clawed at the sheets beneath him, scrambling for purchase against Vin's relentless pounding.
"The next time," Vin demanded, "some psycho decides to blow himself up, you get. Out. Of. The. Fucking. Way." Sweat dripped onto JD's back.
"He had the disk on him," JD just managed to gasp out.
But Vin didn't care about the disk. He cared about JD, and JD had to see that.
