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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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[dingdongdoodily]

That got a good groan from Pickles, at least the biting and grinding did, the back arch was due to the nipples though. He still had the unrelenting desire to lick Miniver, which he found vaguely disturbing, so he dragged his nails down the poet's back, instead, before getting two good handfuls of bum, grinding up against his lover with another growl.

[cheevy]

Miniver shivers at the scratching. The growl is answered with a harder thrust against him and a sharp nip at his throat.

"You should fuck me," he says as conversaionally as possible when one is becoming slightly short of breath.

[dingdongdoodily]

ORLY?!
Pickles never even thought of that!
He did smirk, though, hearing those words come from Miniver's mouth and he shook his head, "You don't wanna be fucked... wait, do ya? I mean, there's a difference y'know."

Oh what the hey. He was already reaching for the bedside table and the lube found therein, anyway.

[cheevy]

Miniver tugs on Pickles' hair and rolls off him.

"I do. Oh yes I do."

[dingdongdoodily]

There's that entirely devious smirk that probably nobody should see without cringing, again. Pickles let a low rumble out from the back of his throat at the tug of his hair, before grabbing the lube.

"Then roll the hell over, Cheevy." He hissed as he uncapped the bottle of the lubricant, pouring a good amount into one hand. His mind had pretty much decided to take a vacation at that point, which would probably explain the way Pickles was looking at Miniver like the juiciest prime rib ever.