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It's Complicated: But sexy!

Mark Zuckerberg
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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...




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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.

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have fun!

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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.



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FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (1/6??)

ahahaha okay. eventual warnings for cross-dressing, spanking, D/s-ish stuff, and sex sex sex. yep. I did this. /o\ hapakitsune is the worst, y'all, and scornandritz is no better. <3

Mark has spent a decidedly limited amount of time in Eduardo’s closet over the 18 months they’ve been living together. This is mostly because he has his clothes easily accessible, if not nearly as impeccable, in his dresser drawers, and never feels the need to go into the closet for anything else. If he’s borrowing clothes from Eduardo, which happens sometimes, they’re usually picked up off the floor after Mark had previously stripped them from Eduardo and thrown them there. It’s a pretty good system.

Today, though, he’s missing an old, worn fleece jacket that usually resides in his own drawers. Normally he wouldn’t care about one jacket from another, but he’s fairly sure that this jacket had once been Eduardo’s, and he won’t admit to having grown attached to it over the years, even though he totally has. So Mark’s digging around in that rarely-breached closet, looking for the fleece that had probably just gotten tossed in with Eduardo’s things by the housekeeper, despairing slightly of all the clothes his boyfriend does have and half-expecting to get to the back of the closet and fall into Narnia.

He finds Eduardo’s old porn stash instead.

Mark identifies it as old automatically, simply because of the medium; next to no one watches porn on DVDs anymore, to the best of his knowledge, and the cases are scratched and worn, probably from being stuffed under beds or in the back of closets. Also, through the scratches and wear, Mark can make out images identifying the kinks to be pretty narrowly focused, and those that he remembers Eduardo having circa 2003/2004: tiny Asian women, mostly dressed up as schoolgirls.

He’s fairly sure that Eduardo had grown out of that fetish, or at least expanded it to also include curly-haired Jewish boys. Unless, of course, Eduardo is just really good at faking it; Mark frowns over the little crate of DVDs, thinking. Eduardo had kept this stash, even though it’s gathering dust and barely looks touched. Still.

It is with a strange mix of curiosity and amusement that Mark slips one of the DVDs into his laptop and settles back on the floor by his bed to watch it. The more he watches, the more amused he feels, as well as more comfortably settled into his homosexuality, really. This does virtually nothing for him, though he can kind of see the appeal that college-aged Eduardo had. The only thing that had remotely stirred any feeling in his groin had been the (poorly acted) detention scenario, watching the tiny girl get bent over her “teacher’s” lap, flipping up her very short plaid skirt and spanking her steadily.

It was not very far off from fantasies Mark has had, idle thoughts that he had never considered putting into practice because Eduardo seemed content with their already satisfying sex life, and Mark is content if Eduardo is content. Now, though, it’s clear that this had one time been a thing for Eduardo, too, if it isn’t still, and, well. Mark can’t do anything about the Asian thing, or the female thing, obviously. But the rest—he might be able to work something out.

He shivers a little to think about it, flushing with embarrassment to think of actually purchasing and wearing a skirt, Jesus. But he wants it to be good for Eduardo, to be like what Eduardo likes, and thought makes him feel hot, sexy and embarrassed at the same time.

Mark starts to make plans.

FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (2/6??)

He decides that it’s going to be a surprise mostly because he’s not sure how to just say, “So, I’m gonna dress up like a schoolgirl and let you spank me, because that’s apparently a thing for you, and it might be a little bit of a thing for me, too.” Mark can just imagine the blushing, spazzing mess that would turn Eduardo into, and though the image is adorable, it could also serve to be counterproductive. He doesn’t want to embarrass Eduardo; he wants to please him.

So he makes his arrangements quietly, ordering an outfit online and having it delivered to his office with specific instructions for it to be left in the security office for him until he collects it himself (he does not need Dustin to be poking into this, thank you very much). Mark tries the blue plaid skirt on alone in his house one night when Eduardo is on an overnight trip, buttoning the plain white shirt and frowning at himself in the mirror. He definitely can’t wear boxers, the skirt is too short, and there are flashes of dick when he moves. The girls in the porno had worn red, lacy panties that the man had pulled down for spanking, and Mark watches himself go bright pink to think of wearing them, too.

But it would help the dick thing, and maybe add to the overall effect, he thinks. So he grudgingly goes online again, scowling about sizing and digging out Eduardo’s measuring tape to figure it out, because it seems much more complex than just the educated guessing he had done for the skirt and shirt. He overnights his purchases (blushing some more at the plural but, well, it’s good to have options, whatever, red might not even be his color), pounces on them at work again, and hurries home to try on the improved ensemble before Eduardo gets back from his trip.

When he bends a little now, the lace peeks out from below the hem of the skirt, and it’s definitely better than his dick just hanging out, even if the lace is a little itchy and rides up his crack a bit. Mark gives himself a satisfied nod, then peers down at his legs, wondering if he should go to any efforts there.

He ultimately decides against it; shaving them would take too long, and he wants to be ready for when Eduardo gets home. He briefly thinks about waiting for him in his home office, just to complete the whole detention image, shuddering and feeling his dick twitch in the well-sized confines of his panties, but he’s still in the bedroom when he hears the front door open, so he just perches himself on the edge of the bed, folding his hands demurely in his barely-covered lap and trying not to feel ridiculous.

Mark knows he’s blushing, his palms starting to sweat just a bit, as he listens to Eduardo moving around downstairs and then starting up towards their bedroom. He knows he’ll come in here to change and get comfortable, and he licks his lips in nervous anticipation.

Eduardo isn’t expecting Mark to be home; it’s pretty early, just after four—detention hours, Mark thinks, suppressing a stupid, slightly hysterical giggle. It’s evident in how he doesn’t call out for Mark as he shuffles up the stairs in socked feet, audibly yawning to himself, as Mark fidgets on the bedspread.

He is certainly not expecting Mark to be wearing a tiny plaid skirt, hands clasped prim and proper in his lap, waiting for him and trying valiantly to remain blank-faced. This is evident in the way he freezes in the doorway of the bedroom, drops his briefcase on the carpet with a thump, and breathes out, “Jesus Christ. Mark?”

“Hi,” Mark says, and then he thinks about it for a second. Then he swallows hard, looks up through his lashes at Eduardo’s wide, stricken eyes, and says, “Mr. Saverin. I’m here for my detention.”

FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (3/6??)

“What is this?” Eduardo asks shakily, stepping hesitantly into the room and seeming to gulp a little. Mark prays that these are good signs, and he squirms a little on the bed, biting his bottom lip and thrilling when Eduardo’s eyes darken and his cheeks flush.

“Well, I was really bad today, you know. I mouthed off when I shouldn’t have and I didn’t do any of my, um, homework, and—”

“Oh my God,” Eduardo cuts in, and he sounds broken open, already wrecked. He still has his tie on, still all buttoned-up, his toes curling into the carpet in his fine dress socks. Mark licks his lips again and keeps looking up at him, now letting the tiniest hint of a smirk light upon his face. Eduardo looks delicious, and aroused, and it’s making Mark feel better, just slightly more confident. He wants to eat Eduardo up and drive him crazy at the same time. “Mark, you’re wearing a skirt.

“I am,” Mark says easily, fighting not to roll his eyes. “It’s my uniform.” To make his point, he crosses his legs, squirming again as his slowly stiffening cock is squeezed further. He knows when the panties become visible, though, when Eduardo sucks his breath in deeply and practically staggers the rest of the way to the bed, stopping just in front of Mark and staring down at him.

“Those are—you’re wearing—”

“What should I do for my detention, Mr. Saverin?” Mark asks, making his voice as small as possible.

He is not entirely surprised when Eduardo descends upon him quickly and thoroughly, wrapping him up in his arms and kissing him fervently. Mark kisses back just as hungrily, fitting his hands up into Eduardo’s thick tufts of hair and tugging him closer, on top of him, until he’s on his back on the bed. His legs spread of their own accord, almost forgetting about the skirt, until he hears Eduardo make a noise into his mouth like he’s being strangled and breaks away.

“Oh God,” Eduardo pants, and his eyes look slightly wild. “You—this is a—Mark—look at you—”

Mark can’t help but laugh a little, not even caring about breaking character, feeling affection for this ridiculous person on top of him rolling in over the waves of lust breaking in him. Eduardo doesn’t even have the wherewithal to look affronted, just pants a little against Mark’s neck, breathing hot and moist against his collar.

He stops laughing abruptly when he feels a warm hand on his thigh, snaking up the rough fabric of the skirt and cupping over the lacey bulge beneath. Mark’s hips jolt, legs spreading further, and Eduardo’s eyes are wide and reverent and so, so dark.

“Panties,” Eduardo whispers, because he is actually ridiculous. He strokes over Mark’s cock, just lightly, enough to get him to squirm and whine and have to fight to remember himself, fight not to just rut up against Eduardo’s hand and let himself be kissed into an orgasm.

“This isn’t a very good punishment, Mr. Saverin,” Mark says as steadily as he can. “I’m enjoying it way too much. I’ll never learn my lesson at this rate.”

“Jesus,” Eduardo says, not at all steady in the slightest. “You—what should I—”

Mark sighs a little and then pushes up at him, reluctantly shifting them so that Eduardo’s weight is no longer on top of him. He arranges Eduardo into a sitting position and climbs into his lap as gracefully as he can, kissing him deeply again and biting at his plump bottom lip.

Eduardo’s hands go right up the skirt again, and somehow the feeling is hotter like this, Eduardo’s hands on his skin like they’re forbidden, naughty. His fingers stroke up his thighs and clench against his ass cheeks, groping them as they often do with Mark just in sweatpants, jeans, or anything, really. Eduardo likes Mark’s ass, and the way his fingers are almost feverishly twitching over the lace of the panties, rubbing frantically, makes Mark glad that he had bought more than one pair; clearly, Eduardo likes Mark’s ass in panties even more.

He wonders how he’s going to like this, though. Breaking the kiss to nip one last time at Eduardo’s mouth, Mark leans back and murmurs, “Teach me a lesson with your hand, Mr. Saverin.”

last part for the night, because I'm super sleepy, but the rest will be up tomorrow! <3

Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (3/6??)

o m g

FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (4/6??)

haha porn before dinnertime, all right!!

“Huh?” Eduardo asks, half-dazed, eyes hazy. Mark rolls his hips over Eduardo’s obvious erection, which certainly doesn’t help, judging by the way Eduardo’s eyes roll back in his head and he moans sort of helplessly.

Mark can’t help but feel pleased at the effect this is having; Eduardo is generally very responsive, and it doesn’t take much to make him into a mess of arousal and sexual energy, but this is so immediate, and stripped-down to very real pleasure, no holds barred. Mark likes it, loves Eduardo like this, and he breaks from his ultimate goal for a second to just kiss Eduardo some more, pulling him closer by his tie to suck and bite at his throat and moan a bit as Eduardo continues to grope him, fingers slipping along the laced edges of the panties to dip between his cheeks.

Eduardo’s arms feel solid and good around him, holding him tight as he squirms in his lap, but they break with some pushing as Mark forces himself to go back to his directive. “Okay,” Mark says haltingly, needing to clear his head for a second as Eduardo stares up at him, face flushed and hair a mess and collar crumpled, his tie pulled loose. Mark feels his dick twitch at the sight (God, he loves Eduardo put-together and neat and sexy in his dress clothes, but he loves rumpling him up and taking him apart even more) and Eduardo feels it too, against his thigh, his eyes going wider. He starts to slide his hand there to touch Mark again, squeeze him, but Mark wriggles away and slides to stand on shaky legs, very glad he’d decided to forgo the heels the website he’d looked at had suggested for him.

“No, what,” Eduardo says, brow furrowing and arms reaching automatically, and Mark smiles at him and then, as gracefully as possible, drapes himself across Eduardo’s lap on his front, ass pushed up and positioned amply for Eduardo to spank him. “Oh my God,” Eduardo says harshly, and his hand is already on Mark’s ass, rubbing up his thighs, kneading over the plaid of the skirt, like he can’t help it. Mark smirks and drops his chin onto his folded hands in front of him.

“I’ve been a really bad, um, boy today,” Mark says, eyelids fluttering closed as Eduardo’s hand moves over him steadily. “And bad boys need to get spanked.”

“Christ,” Eduardo whispers, and he pushes the skirt up, groaning audibly at what he uncovers. “Mark—you want me to—really?”

There is something just slightly plaintive and unsure in Eduardo’s voice, less stupid with arousal and more worried. Mark pushes himself up a little and cranes his neck back to meet Eduardo’s wide, questioning eyes. “Yeah, do it, please,” Mark tells him, not hiding any of his own want, letting it make his voice crack a bit. “I want you to, Wardo.” He bites his lip and amends, “I mean, Mr. Saverin.”

“Okay,” Eduardo says, still a little hesitant, but his fingers are steady as they pluck at the small scraps of fabric barely covering Mark’s ass, stroking underneath them and then starting to pull. “Should I—” he starts, and Mark’s hums and wriggles his ass in assent, rolling his hips to help Eduardo pull the panties down to just around his thighs, keeping them trapped together. Mark groans a little helplessly as his naked cock springs free, rubbing and starting to leak a bit against the fabric of the skirt and Eduardo’s dress pants. He wriggles his ass again, cock bobbing when Eduardo presses a steadying, stilling hand over the swell of his bottom.

“Be still, Mark,” Eduardo says softly, still sounding wrecked, but now deliciously in control, finally falling into the role.

Edited at 2012-03-22 10:17 pm (UTC)

FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (5/7)

He takes his time, though, continuing to knead at Mark’s ass, petting him like a cat, until Mark is squirming more, breathing out, “Do it, come on, I want it—” and feeling his breath catch as Eduardo’s hand pulls back. He’s trembling in both nervous and excited anticipation, his hips rolling in small movements, and he clenches his muscles up as he feels Eduardo’s hand return, faster now, anticipating the sting. But there is no smack; he just palms at one cheek and murmurs, “Relax.”

“God,” Mark says, dropping his forehead down onto his arms. He hears Eduardo chuckle, still a little breathless and dazed but into this, too. Mark tries to calm himself down, knowing all too well about Eduardo’s stubborn streak, happy and frustrated that it’s showing up here. He lets himself go limp over Eduardo’s lap, his heartbeat staying rapid and racing but his hips stilling, his arousal settling hot and comfortable in the pit of his stomach.

He’s just barely been lulled by the soothing, gentle strokes of Eduardo’s hand on his ass before the spank comes. The sound makes him jerk more than the sting; it’s not hard, but the slap of Eduardo’s palm on the bare flesh of Mark’s ass seems to echo through the room, and Mark hums and ruts a bit over Eduardo’s crotch. The second hit comes fast and stills him, a touch harder than before but still not that bad. Mark moans and says, “Come on, Mr. Saverin, like you mean it.”

The next three slaps come in quick succession, making him jump and quake, and Eduardo says with strained but stern conviction, “You’re being punished for mouthing off, Mark. I don’t think you’re learning your lesson.”

“I know, that’s why I’m telling you to do it har—oh, fuck.” Eduardo spanks him hard, slow but with the force Mark knows he’s capable of, in the same spot over and over. It hurts, and it’s perfect, and Mark’s cock bobs and leaks to think of bruises, of feeling this again tomorrow.

He starts whining after every spank, Eduardo’s dick pressing hard into his lower belly and his hand making heated, firm hits across Mark’s ass. Eduardo’s good at this, driving Mark crazy by alternating the duration between hits and the places where they land, aiming a few at his upper thighs that make him jerk and actually cry out, but never varying the force. His ass feels like it’s glowing with heat after a while, sorer than it’s ever felt even after times Eduardo had gotten rough with him in bed, and Mark can’t help continuously jerking his hips, even when Eduardo tells him in a choked, breathless voice to stop.

I’m going to come like this, Mark realizes with a kind of detached amazement, whimpering as Eduardo rubs over his heated flesh and then spanks it twice in small, stinging smacks. He had known this would be hot but he hadn’t realized that it would be this hot. His stomach feels tight, clenching, and he knows Eduardo’s got to be close, too, if the panting, hitched breaths he’s taking are any indication.

A smack lands right in the middle of his ass, across where his cheeks meet, harder than Mark had imagined Eduardo capable of, and Mark cries out again, his hips rocking wildly. It’s good, it’s so good, and he’s going to come over Eduardo’s lap with the next hit, he knows it. He tenses again in anticipation of it, shaking, the skirt sticking to him from precome, but when it comes, it’s not a smack again. Eduardo fingers flutter gently over Mark’s heated skin, press in firmly to sore spots to make him moan, and then slip between his cheeks. A dry fingertip presses at his entrance, and Mark shivers in realization.

“I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much,” Eduardo says, and Mark bites down on a thrilled, aroused chuckle at the ridiculousness of their situation, and how totally hot it is. “I think I have to, um. Reevaluate my teaching methods.”

Mark hums and pushes back against Eduardo’s finger in agreement, and Eduardo’s hips shift restlessly beneath him.

“Get on your hands and knees, Mark,” Eduardo tells him quietly.

Mark grins and says, “Yes, Mr. Saverin,” and hears Eduardo curse quietly under his breath.

Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (5/7)

you're such a tease.

FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (6/7)

Mark scrambles into position eagerly, moaning when Eduardo helps him with one hand pressed to the bottom of his sore ass, the other shifting his trapped thighs. He feels the panties being pulled up again, the G-string pushed aside and the lace scratching deliciously against his heated, sore skin. “Can’t you believe you wore panties for me,” Eduardo mutters, affection and arousal clear in his voice, and he palms over the lace and presses, making Mark whimper and push into the touch. “God, Mark.”

He whimpers again when Eduardo’s hand leaves him, flattens the pleats of the skirt down over his rear and gets up from the bed. Mark watches him fetch lubricant from their bedside table and shudders at the sight of him: Eduardo is sweaty and flushed, his eyes black with lust. He still has his tie on, loosened out of its neat and proper knot, and he has his shirtsleeves pushed up his arms. Mark feels himself go dizzy at the sight of his strong, bare forearms, the palm of one hand red from spanking Mark’s ass. His pants are tented and Mark wants to bury his face there, smell Eduardo’s arousal and relieve him of the pressures of being confined.

Eduardo notices Mark watching and gives him a small, fond smile. Mark blurts out, “You’re so hot, Mr. Saverin,” and relishes the way Eduardo blushes and cups himself, ducking his head. “I’m so glad you’re the one overseeing my detention.”

A slight scowl answers him as Eduardo returns to the bed, kneeling behind him. His hands are gentle but still hold an edge of possessiveness as he touches Mark’s hole with slick fingers, and slowly presses them in, his other hand holding Mark steady by his hip. “I wouldn’t let anyone else do it. I’m the only one who can get you to behave,” Eduardo tells him, with a twist of his fingers inside that makes Mark jerk and moan low in his throat. Eduardo presses his other fingers into Mark’s stinging flesh, and then swats him lightly, shocking him. “Are you going to behave for me, Mark?”

“Yes,” Mark says brokenly, rocking back on Eduardo’s fingers, sighing as he opens him up. He feels the skirt flipped up again, his cock caught and straining against the fabric of the panties once more, stupidly hard. Eduardo barely brushes against his prostate, teasing little touches as he fucks his fingers in and out of Mark until he’s shaking, the panties a wet mess of need. He groans and isn’t even embarrassed about it when he hears Eduardo unzip himself, sigh as he takes his cock and slicks it up, then presses the blunt, wet head at Mark’s entrance.

For once, the best part of Eduardo fucking him isn’t the exquisite feel of Eduardo filling him up, the drag of his flesh on Mark’s insides, or even once he finds Mark’s prostate again and hits it insistently on every subsequent thrust. No, the part that has Mark’s toes curling and his cock throbbing under the itchy lace is how the fabric of Eduardo’s dress pants, the buckle of his open belt, slaps into the sore skin of his ass on every thrust, hard. Mark is wearing nearly as much as Eduardo but he feels so naked compared to him, and it’s so incredibly arousing, he’s not sure what to do with himself.

He rocks back into every thrust, groaning almost continuously, bowing his head as it gets dizzy once more with need. Eduardo keeps his pace steady and unrelenting, panting behind him, the musky smell of his sweat and lingering cologne and his arousal surrounding Mark and overwhelming. Mark feels shaky, tingly, and kind of shocked at how good this is, shocked by how much this works. His ass hurts, and he’d never imagined he could like that so much, could love feeling as if Eduardo is owning him right now, fully and wonderfully.

FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (7/7)

“Wardo,” Mark pleads, dropping the role, unable to keep it with how badly he wants to come. Eduardo makes another noise like he’s being strangled and snakes his hand around Mark’s front, cupping him in his panties. He just holds him there for a few moments, shuddering and continuing to thrust into him steadily, heedless of Mark’s moans and stuttering hips. But soon his thrusts go jerky and uncoordinated, and Eduardo strokes Mark roughly in hand, firm until Mark feels his balls tighten up and the front of the panties go sticky and heavy with spurts of come.

Eduardo groans tightly and grinds against Mark’s ass, making him cry out in the middle of his orgasm at the exquisite soreness, and then Mark feels the telltale warm wetness inside of him, the clenching of Eduardo’s body against him as he comes.

After, there is only the sound of their heavy, ragged breathing, and the small broken sound Mark makes when Eduardo pulls out, semen trickling down Mark’s thigh. Eduardo pets him a bit, reaching up and tugging on the skirt at Mark’s waist. He slides it down, pulling it off, and helps Mark out of the button down shirt, too, but leaves the panties on, eyes going wide at the sight of them wet and sticky over Mark’s soft cock. Mark smiles up at him, and wonders if Eduardo’s ever going to let him take them off.

“Come here,” he says, reaching up after Eduardo spends a bit just staring at him. Mark shifts onto his back as Eduardo finally strips himself of most of his clothes, leaving on only damp underwear and watching Mark wince as his ass hits the bed.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” Eduardo says, climbing into bed beside Mark and shifting him so that his ass is cradled by Eduardo’s thighs. Mark breathes in sharply at the catch of skin on skin, but he settles comfortably where Eduardo puts him. “Does it hurt a lot?”

“It’s really good,” Mark says honestly. He squirms slightly to think of going to work tomorrow, sitting in his chair and feeling it.

“It might bruise,” Eduardo tells him, kissing his neck and tightening his arms around him. “Jesus, Mark.”

“It’s really good, okay, shut up,” Mark says, and he twists to look at Eduardo, kissing him reassuringly. “Was that good for you?”

“Was it—are you kidding? It was amazing. Christ, you looked like—”

“I know it wasn’t as hot as the Asian girls, but—” He stops when Eduardo stiffens and goes bright red, and Mark bites down on a small smile.

“What Asian girls?” he asks, his voice a little high. Mark smiles into his neck.

“The ones in your porn collection. My, um, inspiration, I guess.”

“Your—oh my God, Mark, that stuff was from college. I don’t even like girls anymore, never mind Asian schoolgirls!” Mark knows that if Eduardo weren’t holding him right now, as is his stubborn habit after sex, he’d probably be flailing indignantly. Mark likes the holding a little better, as adorable as the flailing can be.

“I know, but still. You liked this.”

“Because it was you,” Eduardo exclaims, and now Mark is the one flushing, ridiculously pleased. “You, in a skirt, and panties—oh God, Mark, I never thought I could get you to wear panties in a million years, and letting me spank you—”

“So you did it like it,” Mark says, leaning up and giving him a satisfied peck on his open, babbling mouth. “Good. Next time we’ll try it in your office, you can bend me over your desk and use a ruler, like in the porno.”

“Oh God,” Eduardo says faintly, his chin hooking over the top of Mark’s head as he pulls him in tight. “You’re trying to kill me.”

Mark thinks he probably shouldn’t feel as proud as he does, but whatever.

Edited at 2012-03-22 11:09 pm (UTC)

Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (7/7)

Ugh, Allie, you are the greatest. Seriously.
I can't explain how hnggng this is.

Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (7/7)

GUHHHHH. Just gonna say that

I loved this



Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (7/7)

I am blushing. BLUSHING. I never ever blush.

And I'm on the bus. Knew I should've waited, but just couldn't.

Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (7/7)


Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (7/7)


Re: FILL: let me rock you till the break of day (7/7) - (Anonymous), 2012-03-23 05:17 pm (UTC)(Expand)