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It's Complicated: But sexy!


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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...

THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME


ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * PART THREE (OVERFLOW) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE * PART SIX * PART SEVEN * PART EIGHT


GENERAL RULES;

IMPORTANT: please DO NOT post prompts about any non-public people as part of a prompt. for example: randi zuckerberg is fine as she is a public figure both on the internet and on facebook itself. priscilla chan is NOT as she is not a public figure.

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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

If you have any questions or ideas that I can help you with, feel free to PM me. I'll be around.

Kitty





[ARCHIVING]
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[UNFILLED REQUESTS]
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have fun!

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PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING;

i know you guys are enjoying this meme and i appreciate that but please can you put the SUBJECT HEADER on your prompt. you would REALLY be helping me out if you could do that. it just saves time for me when i'm trying to tag everything in delicious.

NEW RULE;

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Eduardo/Mark

(Anonymous)
So I feel like there was a similar prompt like this before but I don't think it was ever filled?

I just want Mark running into Wardo post-depositions and he looks like this now: http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0om7crSk71qauafro1_500.png

And Mark just immediately creams himself and needs Wardo to manhandle him and fuck him into the mattress.

FILL: tough to be tender (1/6)

ack, sorry to get this up so late, i had to go out for my friend's birthday before i could finish this. also, suddenly 3 am, what up daylight saving's! way to cheat me out of porn-writing time. :|

this is sappy, sexy, pointless fluff, tbh, but it was fun, so whatever. enjoy, darling Kat and wonderful kink memers! <3

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Mark really doesn’t think that things like catering and waiters and hired musicians are really necessary for his birthday party, but then again, he hadn’t thought that an actual birthday party was necessary, either. This had been Chris’ idea, encouraged by Dustin, with a guest list that had multiplied exponentially with the help of Sean, of course. Mark tends to think birthdays are best spent drinking beer and watching TV with people he can actually stand, and possibly doing some work. He is definitely not happy to be wearing a tie, in a fancy hotel ballroom, eating a pile of pigs in a blanket and scowling at all the party guests.

The only high point had been the fact that Eduardo had shown up, looking sleek and a little hesitant in an impeccable blue suit. He had smiled at Mark, given him a tentative half-hug and a soft, “Happy birthday, man,” and then had spent most of the night standing awkwardly by the bar with his hands in his pockets, talking to whoever happened to be near him and shooting glances over at Mark.

Mark had resisted the urge to latch himself to Eduardo’s side and talk his ear off the whole night, mostly because things were still slow-going in terms of their full reconciliation, and he didn’t want to push. He also didn’t know what to do with the fact that he really wanted to rip Eduardo out of his suit, and was sure that Eduardo wouldn’t know what to do with that either, so he’d stayed away.

Now, though, there is a waiter proving his inherent uselessness by bumping into Eduardo—who has been stationary pretty much the whole night—and spilling cocktail sauce all over shirt and suit jacket. Mark watches as Eduardo handles it with typical grace and aplomb, waving off the waiter’s stuttering apologies, smoothly excusing himself for the bathroom, and Mark is on his feet before he actually knows what he’s doing.

He ignores Chris’ warning tone when he says, “Mark,” because really, this is all his fault anyway, he was the one who invited Eduardo and the waiters. He’s actually planning to tell off the waiter himself, but the guy disappears seemingly into nowhere before Mark can reach him, and he finds himself halfway to the bathroom. He resolves to apologize to Eduardo for the incident, even though it was technically all Chris’ fault, just like the party was Chris’ fault. But Mark is mature enough to take responsibility for incidents that happen at his birthday party, even if he never wanted the party in the first place. Maybe he’ll even offer to pay to have the suit cleaned; that is also a mature thing to do.

All of these mature things are filling his head when Mark steps into the men’s room, but they all quickly escape him once he catches sight of Eduardo standing at the sink, blotting at his blue shirt with a frown on his face.

FILL: tough to be tender (2/6)

It’s not the blotting that empties Mark’s usually overactive brain, or even the frown, though no one should be able to frown that attractively. No, it’s really the fact that Eduardo’s shirt is no longer on his body, but in his hands, leaving his upper body in nothing but a thin undershirt that has a distinct lack of sleeves. His tie is thrown over one perfect, shapely shoulder, and his arms are—Mark doesn’t actually know how to describe his arms in words that aren’t “ngnh” or some variant, and this is odd and unsettling. Also unsettling is the fact that his own trousers, which Sean had insisted on him getting tailored to fit perfectly, are suddenly uncomfortably tight in the groin area. Mark can’t remember if this is his 27th birthday party or his 15th, because he’s pretty sure he’s supposed to be past surprise boners by now.

He’s also reasonably sure that he should be past blurting out, “Jesus Christ, Wardo,” but that happens, too.

Eduardo jumps a little and looks over, giving Mark a bemused sort of smile. “Hey,” Eduardo says, shrugging a little. Mark watches the movement of his smooth, muscled biceps and shifts uncomfortably on his feet, biting his bottom lip to keep from blurting out something even more ridiculous (or, embarrassingly, a moan, dear God). “Sorry about, um—” Eduardo gestures around, most likely indicating his lack of dress, and Mark is protesting before he can stop himself.

“Oh God, don’t be sorry.” He blushes immediately as Eduardo just blinks at him, bemused again, and hurries to recover. “I mean, it’s my fault, this is my stupid party, and that waiter should’ve been watching where he was going, so—”

“It was just an accident, Mark, it happens,” Eduardo says, shrugging again and returning to blotting at his shirt. He makes a face that causes Mark to clench his hands in his trouser pockets.

“I’ll pay to have it cleaned, I’m really sorry, that suit was probably expensive—”

“I think it’s probably a goner, but it’s not a big deal.” Eduardo gives him a smile, and Mark furiously tells his libido to step the fuck down, Jesus. “It’s just a suit, I can buy more.”

“Of course you can,” Mark says, and okay, he’s staring at Eduardo’s arms, whatever, that’s happening. There’s a vein running along his forearm where he’s got it braced against the sink counter, and Mark wants to lick it, and that is just not what he had come in here to do, okay? He wants to demand to know where the hell Eduardo had gotten those arms, and why, but doesn’t want to sound like a fawning girl at the gym. Of course, that makes him picture Eduardo at the gym, sweating and lifting and—and now he wants to know if Eduardo can lift him, and is really not okay with how much he wants him to. “But still, I should—”

“Mark,” Eduardo says firmly, putting the shirt down on the counter and folding his arms over his chest, in what could be a chiding gesture or a self-conscious one. Mark doesn’t know, because his brain short-circuits with every movement of Eduardo’s muscles beneath his tanned skin. “It’s okay. Go back and, um, enjoy your party.”

Mark does not mention that he’d rather be dipped in a vat of acid than go back out to that stupid party. That does not seem like a very mature or grateful thing to say. Instead he nods, knowing that it probably looks awkward because it feels awkward, and tries to feel better when Eduardo nods back encouragingly. He nods again, stupidly, and turns back for the bathroom door, trying to feel relieved that he won’t have any more chances to make a further idiot of himself.

He hears the rustling of fabric behind him, like maybe Eduardo’s putting his shirt back on. And that stops him in his tracks, because—okay, he really doesn’t want that. Mark knows it’s irrational, impractical and probably more than a little insane, but he knows what he doesn’t want, and that includes this party, talking to all these people he doesn’t care about, and Eduardo putting his shirt back on.

It’s my birthday, Mark thinks a little wildly. Out loud, he mutters, “Fuck it,” and clicks the bathroom door locked.

FILL: tough to be tender (3/6)

“Mark?” Eduardo says curiously, and Mark spins around, crosses the room, and yanks Eduardo’s shirt out of his hands. Then, still running on very stupid bravery, Mark leans up and kisses Eduardo hard, fitting his hands around his biceps and moaning involuntarily as his fingers press into Eduardo’s firm flesh.

He’s embarrassed about it seconds later, drawing back and flushing and opening his mouth to stammer out something defensive, but Eduardo recaptures his lips and pulls him in closer with those strong arms around his waist, hands going flat up his jacket to press against his dress shirt-covered back. It’s possibly the best position Mark’s ever been in, and he practically melts into it, allowing Eduardo to draw him up and in and keep him where he wants him, held tight like Mark couldn’t break out of it if he wanted to.

“God,” Mark says when Eduardo breaks the kiss to pant a little harshly against his cheek. “When did you get so strong?”

“What?” Eduardo asks dizzily, and his arms tighten, as if afraid Mark’s going to change his mind and bolt, like he’s not the one that started this, had to start this. He kisses Mark’s cheek and noses behind his ear, and his smell is powerful and overwhelming, spicy and warm, surrounding Mark completely. Mark kisses him again hungrily as an answer, fingers pressing in again so hard that his nails bite at Eduardo’s skin, and he swallows up the small responding noise Eduardo makes eagerly.

“Sorry,” says Mark, not loosening his grip whatsoever, and Eduardo just smiles into the kiss, hums a little and starts walking Mark back towards the counter.

He thinks Eduardo must be reading his mind, or perhaps the way he’s running his palms down Eduardo’s arms, shifting his hips in increasing arousal, because one second Mark’s feet are on the floor, raised on his toes, and the next they’re not. Eduardo has one arm under his thighs, another cradling his back, and then he’s being lifted up and perched on the sink counter. Mark parts his legs quickly and draws Eduardo between them, not breaking the kiss or his hold on Eduardo’s arms, and lets Eduardo crowd him up against the mirror, to nip at his bottom lip and smile against his jaw.

“This really turns you on?” Eduardo mumbles, running his palms up and down Mark’s back and scraping his teeth at his pulse point.

Mark doesn’t have to ask what he means; he simply squeezes his thighs around Eduardo’s hips and tips his head back, exposing more of his throat, squirming restlessly in the circle of Eduardo’s arms as he places sucking kisses far above his collar. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Should’ve hit the gym at Harvard,” Eduardo says, with the barest hint of bitterness. Mark squeezes his arms again, then brings one hand up to cup his cheek and bring his lips back to his.

“No, I wouldn’t have known how to appreciate it like this,” Mark tells him honestly, not even balking at his own earnestness. “God, you’re so hot, though.”

“Really?” Eduardo smothers Mark’s slightly annoyed insistence with a hard kiss, his tongue winding along Mark’s teeth. “You sure you didn’t have a thing for the Winklevosses? They were pretty stacked.”

“They were idiots,” Mark says automatically, and he nips at Eduardo’s answering, deliciously smug smile. “You’re hotter. You were hotter then, too, but I just didn’t—”

Mark breaks off, unsure of how to explain it, and is relieved when Eduardo’s smile goes gentle and he feels him nod against the side of his face. Mark kisses him again, fiercely, and then breathes out, “Do you have a room upstairs?”

FILL: tough to be tender (4/6)

He has a brief moment of panic when Eduardo seems to still, though his hold on Mark remains strong and steadfast. Then, Eduardo lets out a long breath and says, “Yeah, yeah, I—yeah, you’re wearing way too many clothes, I want you upstairs in my bed.”

Mark’s whole face goes hot, his stomach tingly and pleased, and he buries a small smile in Eduardo’s long, smooth neck. “Yeah, come on, let’s go.” He starts to scoot off the counter and his smile widens when Eduardo makes this small disgruntled noise and nudges his arms up to go around his neck, lifting him off the counter and placing him gently back on the floor. Eduardo leans back, fingertips pressed to Mark’s face and his warm eyes sweeping and down his body.

He smiles, and says, “You look really good in a suit, though,” and Mark ducks his head.

“You look really good out of a suit, so can we—”

Eduardo laughs; the sound makes Mark’s heart twist pleasantly, and he bites down on his smile, feeling ridiculous. He lets out an involuntary sound of protest when Eduardo releases him to shrug on his suit jacket, stuffing his ruined shirt under one arm, and then he pulls Mark into his side with the other, hesitant but wanting. Mark sighs and leans into it, pulling the arm around him tighter, and Eduardo kisses his hair and leads him out of the bathroom, hesitance gone.

He kisses Mark again in the elevator, this time using probing hands to start loosening the constraints of all Mark’s clothes. Mark had been annoyed at the forced formal wear already, but now he downright hates it, wishes he were wearing his normal easy access t-shirts and sweats. Eduardo wants him naked and Mark wants to give him that, would let him do it in the elevator if he wanted, and that desire is powerful and startling.

They stumble in the hallway, trading kisses and muffled laughter, and Mark feels drunk, dizzy, but completely unafraid of anything except for being removed from Eduardo’s hold. Eduardo presses him up against the door, plucking at his shirt buttons beneath his loosened, wrinkled tie, and almost chastely kisses the hollow of Mark’s throat as he fumbles for his key card.

“Eduardo,” Mark whines into the crown of Eduardo’s bowed head, and Eduardo kisses him harder there, sucks a raised red mark and kisses up his bobbing Adam’s apple. Mark thrusts his fingers in Eduardo’s hair to draw his mouth to his, kissing him deeply and insistently, and lets out a muffled yelp when the door opens behind him and lets him fall in.

“Sorry,” Eduardo mutters, catching him easily. Mark’s still a little unsteady on his feet, knees wobbly with arousal and excitement, but Eduardo is so strong and sure; it’s making Mark increasingly harder.

As soon as Eduardo kicks the door closed behind him, Mark surges forward, pulling Eduardo’s jacket off quickly and tossing it towards an armchair. He pushes Eduardo’s undershirt up and drops to his knees, ignoring Eduardo’s small, blurted out, “Hey, stay—” even as it breaks off into a shuddering moan. Mark kisses Eduardo’s flat, muscled abdomen, rubbing his cheek against the sparse trail of hair there. He allows himself just one second to wish he looked like this, to rub his fingers along the hard lines of Eduardo’s stomach and think of his own soft, concave belly, before giving himself in to the overwhelming, almost frenzied lust he feels.

FILL: tough to be tender (5/6)

Mark kisses up Eduardo’s stomach until he’s rising off his knees again, pushing the undershirt up his chest and murmuring, “Off, please.” Eduardo raises his arms obligingly and then wraps them once again around Mark’s body, drawing him in and kissing him deeply and then letting Mark push him back to look him over.

“Jesus,” Mark whispers, running his hands up and down Eduardo’s arms and dragging his eyes over him reverently. He’s actually perfect, so lean and strong, wiry and tall, and Mark never wants to stop looking at him. “You’re so—”

“You too,” Eduardo says softly, and Mark just catches himself before he shakes his head, realizing Eduardo just wants to undress him.

He concentrates on trying not to flush too much as Eduardo undresses him gently, pulling his tie off the rest of the way and pushing at his suit jacket with much more finesse than Mark had bothered with. Eduardo strokes his fingertips along Mark’s chest as he undoes the rest of his shirt buttons, raising goosebumps and shivers, a trail of pink as the shirt is untucked and tossed away. Mark is ducking his head before he realizes it, looking at the wonderful planes of Eduardo’s chest and frowning when Eduardo tucks his fingers under his chin and lifts it up to meet his eyes.

“You too,” Eduardo says again, eyes earnest and insistent, and now Mark knows what he means. This time, he can’t help but flush and try to look away, feeling stupid about it, but Eduardo just pulls him into a kiss, into his comforting arms again, his hands warm and firm on Mark’s bare back.

At some point during the kiss, Mark winds up backed into the bed, his legs hitting the base and startling him slightly. He goes down easily, though, pushed gently but firmly by Eduardo’s hands, and he reaches for Eduardo’s belt and finds his hands swatted away.

“Let me,” Eduardo says, eyes twinkling, and he picks up Mark’s legs and pulls his shoes off one by one, his socks following with a careful gentleness. He eases Mark flat onto his back and undoes his belt, the button and zipper of his pants, and pulls them off him slowly by the legs, smiling when Mark bucks up a bit to assist. He looks Mark over when he’s just in his underwear, eyes heated and hungry, and though Mark’s instinct is to sit up and quickly undress Eduardo in the same manner, something in Eduardo’s gaze keeps him pinned and squirming.

He waits, and Eduardo’s smile widens. Then he starts to take off the rest of his clothes.

He goes slow probably on purpose, watching Mark watching him raptly, getting increasingly restless and desperate to touch. Mark licks his lips as Eduardo’s pants fall down to reveal the bulge in his boxer-briefs, the damp spot giving his arousal away, and Eduardo groans and cups himself there. It’s like a tease, and Mark’s fingers flex against the bedspread; his lips part and he lets out a whine that he’s too aroused to be embarrassed about.

All at once, Eduardo is on top of him, kissing him hurriedly and pressing him into the mattress with his arms and his warm weight. Mark whines again, but happily; Eduardo feels so good pressed against him, holding him down with quiet, gentle strength and the fierceness of his want. Mark cups his hands around Eduardo’s firm, rounded ass and sighs when Eduardo grinds into him eagerly, putting perfect pressure on his cock.

“Do you have anything?” Mark asks against Eduardo’s mouth, and Eduardo groans brokenly and tries to roll to the side. Mark holds on, though, reluctant to let him get away, and Eduardo pecks at his mouth gently and reaches back to take hold of Mark’s wrists.

“Just gonna grab my suitcase, it’s right there,” Eduardo tells him, pecking him again, smiling when Mark frowns. He presses Mark’s wrists together and holds them to the bedspread, eyes questioning a little, grip not quite as tight as it could be, and Mark locks eyes with his and lets himself go slack again. Eduardo lets out a breath, eyes widening and darkening, and he tightens his hold just once before letting go. Mark’s wrists stay where Eduardo put them.


FILL: tough to be tender (6/7,oops)

“Okay,” Eduardo breathes out shakily, and he fits his hands under Mark’s arms and pulls him gently up the bed, laying him back against the pillows. He kisses him quickly and then ducks to the side for the suitcase, leaving Mark to let out his own shaky breath. His stomach feels tingly again, endlessly turned on and now a little startled by it. He’s never been held down like this, never knew he’d like it this much, and can’t believe how badly he wants more, how much he wants Eduardo inside of him, pinning him down with strength and care and desire.

Eduardo pops back up and eyes Mark questioningly again, repeating, “Okay?” like a question this time. His shoulders slump a little when Mark nods vigorously, rolls his hips to remind him of his insistent erection, and his responding, possessive kiss makes Mark brave enough to spread his legs and pant out, “You should fuck me, come on.”

“I’m getting there,” Eduardo says, voice trembling a bit. He pulls Mark’s arms up around his neck and leans down against him, kissing his chest and nosing at his nipples, humming when Mark’s fingers sift into his hair and gently scratch against his scalp.


He pulls Mark’s boxers off and, smiling at Mark’s sour look, scrambles to pull off his own, too, kneeling naked between Mark’s legs and kissing his inner thighs. Mark feels his mouth start to actually water at the sight of Eduardo’s cock, sticky and tight against the neat planes of his abdomen, and even as Eduardo slicks his fingers up to circle them at Mark’s hole, he thinks about Eduardo’s cock in his mouth, how much he wants that, too. Tomorrow, he thinks, and he has to stifle a breathless giggle at the nervous, hopeful thought. Eduardo looks up at him with wide, happy eyes, and Mark can’t help but smile at him, can’t hide it.

“Oh, God,” Eduardo says breathlessly. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Please, Wardo,” Mark tells him, shifting his hips again, and Eduardo presses a finger into him slowly, stretching him out with another, eyeing him carefully. He adds another when Mark gets restless, kisses his flexing knees and leaning down to nuzzle at the crease of his thigh.

And then he’s pulling his fingers out, pulling Mark’s legs up around his hips and then leaning over him, those arms close enough again for Mark to clutch at. He waits as Eduardo rolls on the condom and strokes lube over himself to reach for him, press his fingers to Eduardo’s tensed forearms as he sinks into Mark smoothly.

It’s as good as he imagined, Eduardo pressing into him, over him, his weight constant and warm and perfect. Eduardo heeds his gasps and moans for more, harder, and faster and starts up a steady and strong pace very quickly, pounding into Mark and holding him still to take it. The reverent look in his eyes makes Mark feel sexy and wanted, and he can’t help but give it back, desperate to feel and see as much of Eduardo as possible.

Eduardo fucks him as hard as Mark asks him to, hips working fast and snapping against Mark’s. He is not hesitant but quick to respond to Mark’s every sound, and his face seems to crumple in pleasure the more that Mark falls apart beneath him. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is open and kissed-red when he moans out his orgasm into Mark’s neck, kissing him hard and continuing to thrust jerkily into him. He puts a strong, firm hand around Mark’s cock and gives him just two hard strokes before he’s coming, choking out Eduardo’s name into his hair and going limp in his hold.

FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

Eduardo sags down next to Mark, panting into his shoulder and wrapping him up in his arms. Mark goes eagerly, pressing his face into Eduardo’s neck and trying to calm down his rapid heartbeat. Eduardo strokes his back as they both catch their breath, and then he goes to sit up a bit and pets Mark’s hair soothingly when he mumbles a protest.

“Shh, let’s get under the covers.”

Grumpily, Mark rolls to pull up the covers as Eduardo ties off and gets rid of the condom, immediately moving to take hold of Mark again. He kisses Mark deeply and together they pull the sheets and duvet over their shoulders. Mark grips Eduardo’s arm and rolls in tight against him, not even bothered by how it must look.

Eduardo doesn’t seem bothered, either, humming happily into Mark’s hair and tightening his hold. “I did get you a real birthday present, you know,” Eduardo tells him quietly. “I wasn’t actually expecting to give you an orgasm, though I’m really, really glad I did.”

“It’s my birthday?” Mark mumbles, only half-kidding. His brain feels like very satisfied mush, and he is too comfortable and warm to be entirely aware of things like dates and circumstances. Eduardo laughs, though, kissing the top of his head.

“Yes, dumbass, it is. You ditched your birthday party to have sex with me.”

“I have the best ideas,” Mark says, and Eduardo laughs again. Mark peeks up at him, knowing Eduardo probably agrees with him but needing to be sure again, suddenly feeling sheepish about it. “Um, sorry I kind of jumped you, but I am not sorry that waiter dumped cocktail sauce on you anymore.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for either of those things,” Eduardo says, and his smile, coupled with those strong, warm arms so tight around him, tells Mark that tomorrow’s blowjob fantasy is very likely to become a reality.

Mark thinks he won’t mind having more birthday parties, if they can all end like this.

Re: FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

AAAAH ALLLIIIIIE

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Re: FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

Oh god oh shit this was perfect. Perfect like Andrew's perfect arms. UGH I LOVE YOU FOR THIS

Re: FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

HHHNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG

ALLIE!! You are my favorite.

Re: FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

Wow. My brain. It just liquefied.

You are perfect.

Re: FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

(Anonymous)
MOTHER OF GOD. I LOVE YOU. Hnng, unf, etc. I'll be in my bunk...

Re: FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

So nothing in my life today was letting me get enough time alone to read this, so I spent the entire day reading it in tiny bursts, and god, I'm not sure what I looked like, but one of my friends commented that I looked like I was in pain. XDD WHICH IS ACCURATE, BECAUSE MY FEELINGS FOR THIS ARE VERY OVERWHELMING ATM. This had me biting my lips and shivering the whole way through. I don't think I've ever reacted that physically to a fic before, so BRAVO. You are a porn goddess. AND THEN THE CUDDLING AND CUTENESS AT THE END. /happy sigh

Re: FILL: tough to be tender (7/7)

UGHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOUUU MY LITTLE PORNAX! SOOOO HOT! XD

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