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[dingdongdoodily]

With the cauldron and book set down and the hat tossed aside, Pickles only had to put out his cigarette before practically dragging Miniver into a longing, lustful, rough kiss.

It had been days, mind you, he was a bit frustrated.
Okay, make that a lot frustrated.

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[cheevy]

And oh yes, the feeling was ENTIRELY mutual. Pickles gets dragged to the bed, staggeringly, even as Miniver kisses him. It really is a pain they'd had to bother with pants at all. Damn bar rules. Miniver huffs in annoyands as he pulls at the fastenings on Pickles' pants blindly.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles grinned into the kiss, his own hand mirroring Miniver's actions, really, he hadn't even bothered with the button on his own pants, just the zipper, so they wouldn't fall down. Finally getting Miniver's pants undone, he starts dragging them down the poet's legs, grumbling into the kiss, "Would'a torn 'em off if they resisted any longer."
He started in with the nipping bites across Miniver's jaw to his neck, where he lapped and nibbled contentedly.

[cheevy]

Fucking pants, who decided these were necessary? This is why women had to wear skirts BY LAW for most of human civilization, isn't it? ISN'T IT? Yes, it so is. He kicks his off, tugs down Pickles' also, and pulls him onto the bed.

"Jesus I missed this."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Yeah, me too." growled Pickles, tugging Miniver atop him so he could pull the poet into another deep kiss. He tangled his legs with Miniver's, petting through the mop of black hair, his arousal pressing hard against the hippie's hip.

[cheevy]

"Mmm."

He kisses harder, biting at Pickles' lips, grinding against his lover as the hand not supporting his weight slips down for an intimate exploration of Pickles' chest, fingers sliding over his nipples.