So, anyway, gender bending
Jan. 30th, 2006 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brainofckThis may not be how it comes out in the finished version, but I thought I'd write a little snippet between moving boxes.
Yes. I am still moving. But tomorrow it will be done.
Something about all the moving and cleaning I have been doing has made my fingertips very sore. Typing is v. unpleasant.
And I tried very, very hard to rip my right thumbnail off today. I failed, but it did bleed rather impressively. I'm happy to say, it didn't hurt much at the time, but now my thumb is even more unhappy than my fingers. And I ALWAYS type space with my righ thumb, so anyway, like I said, v. unpleasant.
But, getting down to the business of sharing smut...
Daniel was so close. He had been for what seemed like hours.
And the strangeness of it only seemed to make it better.
His hips splayed wide and his legs wrapped around Jack's waist.
The weight of the warm, damp, heaving body slamming down into him more and more furiously. Daniel had one hand braced against the headboard. He worked himself with the other, moisture from their coupling providing just enough lubricant to make it good. Jack was panting hot against his ear, sweating on him, grunting and growling, and making minute adjustments to angle and thrust – all the things Daniel remembered doing, back when he took women to bed. He flushed a little, thinking of Shau're, flat on her back and damp with his sweat, then suddenly Jack gave a long low groan.
Nonononononono! Daniel thought. Daniel wasn't done yet. He wasn't there. He wanted to cry with frustration.
But instead, he tightened the squeeze of his thighs around Jack's body.
"Don't you dare move!" he gasped, as Jack slumped down on top of him.
"I think I can manage that," Jack panted, shifting to take his own weight back on his arms, but Daniel locked his free arm around Jack's neck.
"I said don't!" Daniel protested. The full body press against Daniel's shifting fingers was perfect, and he felt the rush of orgasm hit him, everywhere at once, the sudden shocking convulsing of his body stilled and intensified by Jack's near dead weight. And at the center of it, he was focused on Jack's cock, twitching inside him, Jack's cum on Daniel's fingers, Jack piercing him, pinning him nailing him owning him.
His back arched hard up into the body above him and he screamed.
Yes. I am still moving. But tomorrow it will be done.
Something about all the moving and cleaning I have been doing has made my fingertips very sore. Typing is v. unpleasant.
And I tried very, very hard to rip my right thumbnail off today. I failed, but it did bleed rather impressively. I'm happy to say, it didn't hurt much at the time, but now my thumb is even more unhappy than my fingers. And I ALWAYS type space with my righ thumb, so anyway, like I said, v. unpleasant.
But, getting down to the business of sharing smut...
Daniel was so close. He had been for what seemed like hours.
And the strangeness of it only seemed to make it better.
His hips splayed wide and his legs wrapped around Jack's waist.
The weight of the warm, damp, heaving body slamming down into him more and more furiously. Daniel had one hand braced against the headboard. He worked himself with the other, moisture from their coupling providing just enough lubricant to make it good. Jack was panting hot against his ear, sweating on him, grunting and growling, and making minute adjustments to angle and thrust – all the things Daniel remembered doing, back when he took women to bed. He flushed a little, thinking of Shau're, flat on her back and damp with his sweat, then suddenly Jack gave a long low groan.
Nonononononono! Daniel thought. Daniel wasn't done yet. He wasn't there. He wanted to cry with frustration.
But instead, he tightened the squeeze of his thighs around Jack's body.
"Don't you dare move!" he gasped, as Jack slumped down on top of him.
"I think I can manage that," Jack panted, shifting to take his own weight back on his arms, but Daniel locked his free arm around Jack's neck.
"I said don't!" Daniel protested. The full body press against Daniel's shifting fingers was perfect, and he felt the rush of orgasm hit him, everywhere at once, the sudden shocking convulsing of his body stilled and intensified by Jack's near dead weight. And at the center of it, he was focused on Jack's cock, twitching inside him, Jack's cum on Daniel's fingers, Jack piercing him, pinning him nailing him owning him.
His back arched hard up into the body above him and he screamed.
