[Continuations]

[likeawritingdesk]

[for when posts become monsters]

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[adharma]

[ from here ]

But do you like it, I wonder?

[likeawritingdesk]

Am I supposed to?

[adharma]

Yes. But if you don't I'll think of something better.

[day 81, Late afternoon]

[likeawritingdesk]

((from here))

[doesn't make a noise this time when Oz's bare hand brushes him but pulls in a deep, lung-straining breath, his boot heels digging into the blankets, and he actually looks down at Oz's hand on him for a long moment and then looks at his face and then looks elsewhere]

Re: [day 81, Late afternoon]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[a penis that is not my own . . . :o]

[slowly curls his fingers around Gil, just holding him, nuzzling at his neck]

I love you.

Re: [day 81, Late afternoon]

[likeawritingdesk]

[sdlkahg;fah; laughs helplessly nervous and thrilled]

I -- I don't -- have any defense against you... Oz...

[Day 100]

[likeawritingdesk]

[ from here]

[whimpers!! and then covers his mouth]

Re: [Day 100]

[followtheblackrabbit]

[catches Gil's hand by his wrist and pulls it away]

Gil . . .

Re: [Day 100]

[likeawritingdesk]

[fhgn]

[likeawritingdesk]

[from here]

[very reverently pulling Lelouch's cock out of his pants with both hands]

[machiavellianiue]

[god I have nothing to even lean against or hold onto fuck fuck fuck]

[leaning forward, almost bending over double, hands tightening in Gil's hair]

[likeawritingdesk]

[now putting the whole thing in his mouth.]

[likeawritingdesk]

[from here]

[god...

his fingers push under the cloth and brush and trace over Vincent's cock, and he swallows hard, feeling out his state and curling his palm around it]

[dormancy]

[making a breathy sigh, keeping control enough to keep his hips down as he fists his hair]

[likeawritingdesk]

[yes, okay-- okay...

shifts back, his other hand dragging down his chest, moving himself to kneel lower.]

[likeawritingdesk]

[ok after food.


i still want to die.

once there is no haze of lelouch love all the ghosts of things that make me want to die become apparent again



i need a bath....]

[machiavellianiue]

. . . let's get ready for bed, Gil . . .

[has been increasingly getting more and more worried '^']

[likeawritingdesk]

[I am worrying lelouch

I'M THE WORST PERSON]

I-- yes... I should-- ... [looks to the side, gnawing at his lip]

I should wash up...

[morning 170]

[likeawritingdesk]

[from here

pulls in a breath and breaks just to kiss his throat again, kiss the spot just behind his ear, squeezing him tightly before one hand... pauses, hesitating with strokes over Vincent's thigh, breathing heavy at his neck before his hand ghosts between his legs, feeling for the state of him]

Re: [morning 170]

[dormancy]

[half-hard and throbs at that touch, letting out an encouraging moan as he drags his nails up Gil's back]

Re: [morning 170]

[likeawritingdesk]

[his eyes grow heavy and he rubs slow and firm over the cloth, really getting the total handful, heat spiking through his own body - he murmurs Vince's name]

194 morning

[likeawritingdesk]

[from here]

[he shifts up when Vincent's hands are on him and some part of him is distinctly aware of how he is 2 steps away from just exploding, but the rest is just very, very aware of Vincent, so instead all that happens is a helpless groan, a short stutter of motions and then a suddenly determined move to get Vincent's shirt the hell off too]

Re: 194 morning

[dormancy]

[giving him just enough, barely, to do that before pressing his hands immediately against Gil's skin again with a slight arch]

[Day 202, sunset]

[likeawritingdesk]

[(from here)]

[heat coils in him and he moves his hands between them to work Vincent's jacket off, while he bites. harder. as commanded]

Re: [Day 202, sunset]

[dormancy]

[shrugging it off and letting it drop, immediately going to push Gil's off]