A perfect 10
We might have travelled in time and are back to post number 2 or this is going to be the most porny post yet. No one knows. Or no one knew. Anyway:
Here are your guidelines, as usual.
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt ( Read more... )
Here are your guidelines, as usual.
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt ( Read more... )
Perhaps he has gotten voice training because his voice never broke and he's scared of being found out/ scared of not appearing 'manly' enough for a transguy?
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Never say never, though. He had not been prepared for the intensity of feelings that would overtake him upon meeting Peter. For below the surface snark, ever-present for the cameras, lurked a deep, abiding, caring love.
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"My beautiful boy," murmured Peter, as he traced his fingers absently over the now-silvered scars that marked where Georgina had once had breasts, and flicked his fingers gently at the nipples kept permanently erect by small gold studs in the hopes of regaining some vague semblance of the sensation they had had before ( ... )
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"It shouldn't be there," stated George furiously. "I want it gone. It wasn't a problem before, because you weren't there. And I want you - more than anything - so I'll do it."
"Do what?" enquired Peter, faintly, not having much inkling of what George could possibly be talking about.
"Metaoidioplasty. In Serbia. It won't make me much use on top, but at least it'll give me a start. A platform to build on, maybe."
Peter was still miles, fathoms, out of his depth. "I love you just as you are. Don't go changing yourself on my account."
"But I don't love myself." A fierce scared scowl glanced across George's face. "I need to love myself, or where's the point in anything? How can I love you the way you deserve when I hate myself so much ( ... )
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The gender dynamic between the two seemed more fluid, mutable, than ever - but equally strewn with potential mines. Peter settled for placing a chaste-ish kiss on George's lips, whilst inhaling the mesmerising scent of his aftershave. A flood of longing, an outpouring of all he had missed through the long solitary months of George's self-imposed absence, swept through him and it was all he could do to muster sufficient self-control to stop him sweeping the younger man straight into the bedroom and ravishing him there and then.
But George put him in mind of a skittish half-broken-in colt, who would clearly need careful wooing. Dinner first, bed later, he admonished himself ( ... )
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Peter knew that now was not a time for teasing, much as there would be teasing in their joint future. Slowly, he allowed his mouth to encase George, whilst still playing his hands around the testicles, with an occasional impish twitch of the index finger towards the remaining opening, rewarded by a whimpering George. The boy - the man - was putty in his hands, really.
He wondered, inquisitively, whether George would still be able to ejaculate. He'd changed so many sheets full of ejaculate before the operation, but he didn't quite know how the mechanics of the rearrangement might behave. He'd obsessively read the clinic pages while George was in Serbia, but that important question had never been answered ( ... )
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~~~ la fin ~~~
at the end of that. Also I really really didn't want to de-anon with my non-lolitics LJ if anyone caught that comment before I got to it to delete it :-/
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Thank you, also, for the critique: yes, George in my head-canon is basically always strategic and competent, even when everything else is falling apart around him. (Actually my head canon needs revising a bit, as everyone I speak to is starting to get convinced by George's understated brilliance!)
I'm glad I wrote Peter in a way that worked; I feared I might fail utterly. I am so happy to have a contented reader, and the possibility of more Mandelborne to come ...
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Although both of Georgina's parents were now true-dyed-Blue, there had been a time for socialism in their lives. And if George were to become a proper Conservative, it was time she learned how the Labour party worked, the better to subvert its inner machinations. Peter Mandelson was an up-and-coming, bright young thing, politician. If that didn't bring George down to earth, his father despaired, he really did ( ... )
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FtM surgery was, in those days, pretty unadvanced, compared to the giant strides that it would take over the next twenty years. George winced and grimaced at the thought of phalloplasty, but there were definite steps that he knew that he wanted to take.
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By the time he next encountered Peter, twenty years on, George was a man. George was somewhat gratified that Peter didn't even recognise him: it ( ... )
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