why oh why oh why
Thought I'd let you know, I am very easily distracted.
And this is the reason why, instead of being good and concentrating on my arthur/merlin or, I am currently 1400 words into some more Bradley/Colin. In which Colin is being Catholic and Bradley is being Bradley. What is wrong with me, I don't know.
But it's sloooow going.
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He grabs Colin's hand from the table, holding his gaze with stormy eyes as he very deliberately slides two of Colin's fingers into his mouth.
Colin's heart stops.
He feels it for just a second. Feels the hot closeness of it, the twitching warm wetness of the tongue under his fingers. The hint of teeth around the base. His eyes flick up from where he's staring - at Bradley's too-pink lips stretched around him - to meet Bradley's. Where the childish feel of the dare is fading fast, fading as he watches what's happening in Colin's face. His eyes dart back and forth. Widen. Narrow.
Darken.
And Bradley curls his tongue, licking dirtily.
Holymotherfuckingchrist.
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OK, LET'S SAY NEXT THURSDAY, AS THE DEADLINE FOR COMPLETION. Because I write impossibly slowly. And it's not even gonna be that long.
And this is the reason why, instead of being good and concentrating on my arthur/merlin or, I am currently 1400 words into some more Bradley/Colin. In which Colin is being Catholic and Bradley is being Bradley. What is wrong with me, I don't know.
But it's sloooow going.
- - -
He grabs Colin's hand from the table, holding his gaze with stormy eyes as he very deliberately slides two of Colin's fingers into his mouth.
Colin's heart stops.
He feels it for just a second. Feels the hot closeness of it, the twitching warm wetness of the tongue under his fingers. The hint of teeth around the base. His eyes flick up from where he's staring - at Bradley's too-pink lips stretched around him - to meet Bradley's. Where the childish feel of the dare is fading fast, fading as he watches what's happening in Colin's face. His eyes dart back and forth. Widen. Narrow.
Darken.
And Bradley curls his tongue, licking dirtily.
Holymotherfuckingchrist.
- - -
OK, LET'S SAY NEXT THURSDAY, AS THE DEADLINE FOR COMPLETION. Because I write impossibly slowly. And it's not even gonna be that long.