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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]

That look? It is HOT. Miniver scoots over to him and kisses him, grabbing his wrist for a few seconds and pulling his hand downwards.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles hissed, pushing Miniver's hand away, his fingers slicking across Miniver's entrance, pressing one in quickly and the other shortly after that. Preparation was really not needed, but hell, he was used to it, even as quickly as he finished this one.

His voice was low and monotone, almost cold. "On yer knees, Miniver." His heart was thudding in his chest, his breath already shallow and heavy as he used the rest of the lubricant on his hand to slick himself over, licking his lips.

[cheevy]

Rrr. Oh CHRIST he's gorgeous like that. Miniver twists around, stretching like a cat to show off his body to Pickles before rolling over onto his knees. He looks over his shoulder as well as he can, blue eyes half closed, lips parted in a coy smile.

[dingdongdoodily]

The stretch was well appreciated by the redhead, who traced a light trail of lines across Miniver's chest before the poet rolled over. He moved behind Miniver, eyes fluttering closed before opening them enough to see through his lashes to position himself. His free hand gripped Miniver's hip before he rocked his hips forward, penetrating with a groan, slowly slipping in, letting Miniver at least get comfortable with it first before he lets all hell break loose.

[cheevy]

Miniver shifts just a little, squirming a bit with a low, indecipherable murmur and then one more look back at Pickles. A grin. A nod.