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Title: Fedora
Prompt: hat
Pairing: Dero/Fedora
Warnings: Squee worthy mental imagery
for sweetstallion for she is my wench.
With a subtle twist of his hips, black clad in loose slacks with a belt of leather around his waist that contained a smirking skull, the mirror image of himself stared back, grinning. Licking those plush lips, Dero looked around with something to complete this outfit of darkness that caressed along the tanned lines of his body. Kohl lined and shaded eyes stared around the cluttered room, before his eyes landed upon a simple dark hat.
He twirled it in his grasp gently, before he placed both hands on the rim and settled it onto his head. He tipped it forward a little, touching the top rim off his sunglasses, staring himself before running his hands down his chest to his hips, a grin of seduction on his lip - the image was almost perfect, his tan was glowing from his recent ventures into the sun, his piercings shone against his skin, glistening silver.
Twisting this way and that, Dero saw himself at many angles with the fedora - staring over his shoulder, with his chin tipped up into the hair, with his eyes hidden by the hat. He started for the door, then paused, touching the worn brim lightly before pulling it from his head, shaking his head. No, not today. He set it aside, then opened the door strolling down the hallway whistling some inane tune.
It just wouldn't do to kill off his entire fan base just yet.
Prompt: hat
Pairing: Dero/Fedora
Warnings: Squee worthy mental imagery
for sweetstallion for she is my wench.
With a subtle twist of his hips, black clad in loose slacks with a belt of leather around his waist that contained a smirking skull, the mirror image of himself stared back, grinning. Licking those plush lips, Dero looked around with something to complete this outfit of darkness that caressed along the tanned lines of his body. Kohl lined and shaded eyes stared around the cluttered room, before his eyes landed upon a simple dark hat.
He twirled it in his grasp gently, before he placed both hands on the rim and settled it onto his head. He tipped it forward a little, touching the top rim off his sunglasses, staring himself before running his hands down his chest to his hips, a grin of seduction on his lip - the image was almost perfect, his tan was glowing from his recent ventures into the sun, his piercings shone against his skin, glistening silver.
Twisting this way and that, Dero saw himself at many angles with the fedora - staring over his shoulder, with his chin tipped up into the hair, with his eyes hidden by the hat. He started for the door, then paused, touching the worn brim lightly before pulling it from his head, shaking his head. No, not today. He set it aside, then opened the door strolling down the hallway whistling some inane tune.
It just wouldn't do to kill off his entire fan base just yet.