lost amidst the milk and the sugar and the honey
A drabble for Epic~ ♥
Human!LeonxFon - having british tea BECAUSE I AM SUCH A SUCKER AND IDK HI ENGLAND Erm. No angst. Uhm. Porn is not obligatory, but if you can put it? XD
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Fingertips trace the rim of expensive cups, which are handled delicately, brought to lips politely, and the fragrance is breathed in, and the leaves are lost amidst the milk and the sugar and the honey. On the white tablecloth is a mess of black hair and red robes and an Armani suit coat and tie. Silver spoons cling and clang, hot water sloshes as it is poured, thick nectar dipping, the accompaniment drowns the silent hum of the conversation of indulgent smiles and alluring eyes.
Hushed words are kissed on skin "Be careful not to spill your tea," like secrets brewed with teaspoons and teabags, lips twitching into polite, gentle smiles that promise those wolfish grins within the lines of a gentleman's scarlet letter. Not a misplaced blotch of ink exists in the strokes of elegant calligraphy on the white porcelain as black washes over white and red over black, and soft skin is hidden amidst the folds of long robes, touched and handled with each careful flick of wrist and fleeting touches. Not a sound is made. Never a slurp and neither a gulp, as the taste is swirled with sordid rhythm and its rhythmic pace, words rolling on tongues -- slow and elegant and never burning, even in breathless pants and with sweat on brows.
Eager to taste the remains of sugar cubes with groping hands gripping silken hair, slender legs around a small waist, one holds delicately the patterned cup and saucer, the other holding the other, and the taste of earl grey is shared between lips. Too sweet, too many, lukewarm and too different, but it is Leon who drinks, brewing and desiring, and Fon is with neither demand nor complain, allowing himself to once more be filled.
~ fin ~I.. just. Don't know anymore. OTZ;; I'm sorry if this isn't what you were asking for. Or if I just fail in general.
So. Uhm. ...Does this still qualify as porn? x_x;;
Human!LeonxFon - having british tea BECAUSE I AM SUCH A SUCKER AND IDK HI ENGLAND Erm. No angst. Uhm. Porn is not obligatory, but if you can put it? XD
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Fingertips trace the rim of expensive cups, which are handled delicately, brought to lips politely, and the fragrance is breathed in, and the leaves are lost amidst the milk and the sugar and the honey. On the white tablecloth is a mess of black hair and red robes and an Armani suit coat and tie. Silver spoons cling and clang, hot water sloshes as it is poured, thick nectar dipping, the accompaniment drowns the silent hum of the conversation of indulgent smiles and alluring eyes.
Hushed words are kissed on skin "Be careful not to spill your tea," like secrets brewed with teaspoons and teabags, lips twitching into polite, gentle smiles that promise those wolfish grins within the lines of a gentleman's scarlet letter. Not a misplaced blotch of ink exists in the strokes of elegant calligraphy on the white porcelain as black washes over white and red over black, and soft skin is hidden amidst the folds of long robes, touched and handled with each careful flick of wrist and fleeting touches. Not a sound is made. Never a slurp and neither a gulp, as the taste is swirled with sordid rhythm and its rhythmic pace, words rolling on tongues -- slow and elegant and never burning, even in breathless pants and with sweat on brows.
Eager to taste the remains of sugar cubes with groping hands gripping silken hair, slender legs around a small waist, one holds delicately the patterned cup and saucer, the other holding the other, and the taste of earl grey is shared between lips. Too sweet, too many, lukewarm and too different, but it is Leon who drinks, brewing and desiring, and Fon is with neither demand nor complain, allowing himself to once more be filled.
~ fin ~I.. just. Don't know anymore. OTZ;; I'm sorry if this isn't what you were asking for. Or if I just fail in general.
So. Uhm. ...Does this still qualify as porn? x_x;;