Six Sentence Sunday and Dirty Dozen
Jun. 17th, 2012 02:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdFrom PAINTING BLUES CITY RED:
“It's a handfasting,” Bran added. “Year and a day, kind of like a probationary marriage.”
Jinx shook his head. “So which one of you has to wear the ankle bracelet?” I face-palmed.
“He does,” I said, looking up.
Dirty dozen under the cut, from BARBAROSSA'S BITCH
Kane tipped back to look at him. “How would you like to have me?”
“On your side, just so. Getting too old for acrobatics. Silliness, hooking your knees over my shoulders and that rot.”
“Do you want our prince cuddling me, inside of you, or jacking off over both of us?”
The tension in White's voice surprised him. “Let him hold you. No one goes inside me.”
“Master?”
“It's fine.” Barbarossa handed the oil over Kane's body to White's waiting hand.
“It's a handfasting,” Bran added. “Year and a day, kind of like a probationary marriage.”
Jinx shook his head. “So which one of you has to wear the ankle bracelet?” I face-palmed.
“He does,” I said, looking up.
Dirty dozen under the cut, from BARBAROSSA'S BITCH
Kane tipped back to look at him. “How would you like to have me?”
“On your side, just so. Getting too old for acrobatics. Silliness, hooking your knees over my shoulders and that rot.”
“Do you want our prince cuddling me, inside of you, or jacking off over both of us?”
The tension in White's voice surprised him. “Let him hold you. No one goes inside me.”
“Master?”
“It's fine.” Barbarossa handed the oil over Kane's body to White's waiting hand.
