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rainbowfic2015-09-11 08:39 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-09-11 08:39 pm
Milk Bottle
Name: Sebastian
Title: a glint of silver, a promise in the night
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Milk Bottle: 10. Dark ride
Supplies/Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle)
Word Count: 347
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Two guys wanting to get it on in a car but nothing explicit comes about. Also, mentions of bloodplay/blood kink.
Notes: Forshipwreck_light I'm going to introduce her to the rest of my JoR gang through doing Milk Bottle prompts.
Tonight we meet Boxwood and Milkweed.
Milkweed likes knives.
He likes the weight of them, the feel. He likes knowing there's something he can go to and something that lets him get close to the people he's taking down.
He likes to be close to those he's working with.
But in the dark of the car, boxwood next to him without a shirt and an easy smile on his face, Milkweed can think of other things to do with his time.
They kiss as the car turns a corner and he knows that Boxwood is hoping for more, for a quickie in the car or something longer when they get back to the manor.
Milkweed isn't particularly picky either but he knows he wants to put his knives to good use on Boxwood's dark skin. He wants to touch him and feel a trickle of blood here and there. He wants to make him just this side of scared when there's a knife at his throat and it's pressing in just a little more than Boxwood is comfortable with.
They both want it. It's been far too long since they had some time to themselves.
"Come on," Boxwood says, tugging at Milkweed and moving so that he's nearly straddling the other.
He only laughs, resting his hands against hte other's hips and moving in to nip at his collarbone. "Wait until we get back."
"Don't wanna do it in the dark," Boxwood asks, a little amusement in his tone.
"I can do this blindfolded when it comes to you," Milkweed points out "And you full well know that."
"So why're you holding back?"
"I don't know. There's something a little trashy about fucking in the back of a car. I want to see the expression on your face when I cut you. Or maybe I just want to make you wait."
"You're a bastard."
"And you wouldn't have me any other way."
"You do keep things interesting."
They take another turn and start drawing closer to the manor, the anticipation between the two of them building the entire res of the way back.
Title: a glint of silver, a promise in the night
Story: Jealous of Roses
Colors: Milk Bottle: 10. Dark ride
Supplies/Styles: Graffiti (Milk Bottle)
Word Count: 347
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Two guys wanting to get it on in a car but nothing explicit comes about. Also, mentions of bloodplay/blood kink.
Notes: For
shipwreck_light I'm going to introduce her to the rest of my JoR gang through doing Milk Bottle prompts. Tonight we meet Boxwood and Milkweed.
Milkweed likes knives.
He likes the weight of them, the feel. He likes knowing there's something he can go to and something that lets him get close to the people he's taking down.
He likes to be close to those he's working with.
But in the dark of the car, boxwood next to him without a shirt and an easy smile on his face, Milkweed can think of other things to do with his time.
They kiss as the car turns a corner and he knows that Boxwood is hoping for more, for a quickie in the car or something longer when they get back to the manor.
Milkweed isn't particularly picky either but he knows he wants to put his knives to good use on Boxwood's dark skin. He wants to touch him and feel a trickle of blood here and there. He wants to make him just this side of scared when there's a knife at his throat and it's pressing in just a little more than Boxwood is comfortable with.
They both want it. It's been far too long since they had some time to themselves.
"Come on," Boxwood says, tugging at Milkweed and moving so that he's nearly straddling the other.
He only laughs, resting his hands against hte other's hips and moving in to nip at his collarbone. "Wait until we get back."
"Don't wanna do it in the dark," Boxwood asks, a little amusement in his tone.
"I can do this blindfolded when it comes to you," Milkweed points out "And you full well know that."
"So why're you holding back?"
"I don't know. There's something a little trashy about fucking in the back of a car. I want to see the expression on your face when I cut you. Or maybe I just want to make you wait."
"You're a bastard."
"And you wouldn't have me any other way."
"You do keep things interesting."
They take another turn and start drawing closer to the manor, the anticipation between the two of them building the entire res of the way back.