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[likesthecoat]

Stressful day.

Whoever tells me the best joke, or links me to the funniest picture, or cheers me up most effectively by whatever method you can find, wins . . . something I'll figure out later.

Judge's decisions are final.


(This contest may be rigged. I freely admit certain parties have a better chance at it than others.)


[ooc: Yeah, comments get adult contenty. A couple times.]

Comments

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I'd forgot about that. Heh.

. . . cock wins over tentacles.

O:-)

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Oh, is that what they're replacing? No contest, really, then, is it?

]:-)

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Well, anybody can have fingers.

God, I want to just jump on you and say DO ME.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Yes, I suppose anybody can.

You'll get no complaints from me. What do you want me to do to you?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Dirty things that make you blush to think about them later.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Oh? What kind of dirty things?

'Cause you know my mind is filling in the dirtiest things I can think of.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Mmm . . . dirty things involving jam and your tongue and my stomach.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

Dirty things wherein I spread jam all over your stomach and lick it off?

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]


Mm-mm . . . and my skin's so hot the jam is melting.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

And I have to catch it before it drips off your sides, and it gathers in little pools in your belly button and just under your ribs.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

*squirms* Yes, exactly like that.

And I'm trying not to move too much because I don't want to make a mess, but fuck, everywhere you put your tongue makes me shiver.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

And I go as slowly as I can, dragging my tongue across your skin and lapping gently at the pools of melted jam.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I touch your hair and stroke your face and try not to pant too quickly, but it's hard not to. It's so hard not to, I'm so excited.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I lick every last drop off your skin, sucking on your belly button to get the last little bit out. And I know there's jam all over my face, but I don't care, because I'm so turned on, and I can see that you are too.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

I grab your face and start licking. Maybe my tongue slips between your lips a few times, too.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

And every time it does, I suck it into my mouth for a moment before letting you get on with it.

And when you're finished, I kiss you hard and bury my sticky fingers in your hair.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Mm, sticky fingers. I suck on them and kiss your palms. I love your fingers, sticky or not.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I kiss my way back down your chest and your stomach. Your skin tastes so sweet I can't help licking it too.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, it feels so good, your lips and your hot tongue . . . I comb through your hair hand-over-hand.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I kiss your hipbone and slide my tongue along the crease where your leg meets your hip, then turn my face to nuzzle your cock.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, you've got me whimpering, baby, whimpering and shaking, and I open my legs to let you do what you want with me.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I place my shoulders behind your thighs and suck gently on your balls and then I slide my tongue down to your hole.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Jesus.

My hips rocket off the bed at that and I clutch at your head.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

[Private to Ianto]

I laugh a little and put my hands on your hips to hold them still, slliding my tongue inside you. Fuck, you taste amazing.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

[Private to Lorne]

Oh god, Lorne. I can't do anything more than tug on your hair and groan.