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Apr. 13th, 2004 07:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
redfirecrackerI have not slept since Sunday night, since my doctor changed my prescriptions and I didn't know that one of the side effects of Effexor is insomnia and so I took it before I went to bed.
*smacks forehead*
Silly squirrel!
And now that I have had no sleep, my immune system is down and I am getting a sore throat and a stuffy head.
Blech. Pass the OJ, please.
However, while I'm on this streak of mania, I'm enjoying it for all it's worth. I've done a lot of cleaning, played a lot of Dino-Blaster, and surprisingly, have welcomed the arrival of my Graham and Riley muses, who have been missing for some time now, the fuckers.
Clark and Lex will, hopefully, not be too far behind.
I am totallyblaming crediting ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thamiris for all these little tidbits of porn that she has forced encouraged me to write.
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Graham rose up and straddled Riley's face, gaze fixed and unblinking, one hand braced on the headboard of the bed and the other hand guiding his cock to the waiting mouth.
He didn't waste time on preliminaries, just pushed relentlessly past Riley's lips, inhaling sharply as Riley sucked *hard* and tongued the underside like a pro, like a natural.
"Jesus," Graham gasped as he began to pump, both hands gripping the bed frame now. "That's it, that's it . . . fucking *God*, you're made for this, aren't you?"
Riley whimpered a little around the thickness of Graham's cock and sucked even harder, cupping his ass and pulling him in deeper.
"Fuck," Graham breathed. "Thought about this for *so* fucking long . . . your mouth, your ass - gonna fuck you everywhere, Ri, and you're gonna love it so fucking much!"
Riley made a high-pitched, whining noise and slipped one finger into Graham's hole.
He swore and rocked back onto the searching finger, then forward into Riley's mouth, building speed even as he lost the rhythm, thrusting gracelessly three, four, five times and finally, *finally* coming for what felt like forever.
Graham hung his head and panted, hands still braced on the headboard, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping his weight on his knees.
He could feel Riley's body jerking beneath him, shoulder rhythmically striking his calf as Riley's hand moved frantically over his own cock.
Seconds later, warm wetness struck Graham's back and ass and Riley groaned around the cock still in his mouth.
Graham forced himself to move, slinging one leg over to meet the other, and flopped facedown into the pillows. "Mmph," he mumbled as Riley used what felt like someone's discarded boxers to wipe him down. "Christ, Finn - you come like a Fyarl demon on the attack."
Riley sounded a little aggrieved, a little accusatory when he said, "So what? I was . . . you know. Really turned on."
Graham turned his head a little and cracked open one eye. Yeah, he was blushing. God, Finn had a face like a traffic light.
He thought about it for a moment, then propped himself up on his elbows. "Yeah? Me, fucking your mouth like that? It really got you hot?"
Somehow, Riley's face turned even redder.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "And . . . you know. The way you were talking. At all. And . . . kind of dirty."
Graham thought about that for a moment.
Then he grinned.
"I could talk more," he suggested. "Like when I'm fucking you."
Riley shivered, hazel eyes closing briefly, and he shifted restlessly against the sheets, legs falling apart as if he couldn't wait for the reality. "Do it," he sighed. "Do it all to me. I want you to."
And so Graham did.
*smacks forehead*
Silly squirrel!
And now that I have had no sleep, my immune system is down and I am getting a sore throat and a stuffy head.
Blech. Pass the OJ, please.
However, while I'm on this streak of mania, I'm enjoying it for all it's worth. I've done a lot of cleaning, played a lot of Dino-Blaster, and surprisingly, have welcomed the arrival of my Graham and Riley muses, who have been missing for some time now, the fuckers.
Clark and Lex will, hopefully, not be too far behind.
I am totally
thamiris for all these little tidbits of porn that she has .
Graham rose up and straddled Riley's face, gaze fixed and unblinking, one hand braced on the headboard of the bed and the other hand guiding his cock to the waiting mouth.
He didn't waste time on preliminaries, just pushed relentlessly past Riley's lips, inhaling sharply as Riley sucked *hard* and tongued the underside like a pro, like a natural.
"Jesus," Graham gasped as he began to pump, both hands gripping the bed frame now. "That's it, that's it . . . fucking *God*, you're made for this, aren't you?"
Riley whimpered a little around the thickness of Graham's cock and sucked even harder, cupping his ass and pulling him in deeper.
"Fuck," Graham breathed. "Thought about this for *so* fucking long . . . your mouth, your ass - gonna fuck you everywhere, Ri, and you're gonna love it so fucking much!"
Riley made a high-pitched, whining noise and slipped one finger into Graham's hole.
He swore and rocked back onto the searching finger, then forward into Riley's mouth, building speed even as he lost the rhythm, thrusting gracelessly three, four, five times and finally, *finally* coming for what felt like forever.
Graham hung his head and panted, hands still braced on the headboard, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping his weight on his knees.
He could feel Riley's body jerking beneath him, shoulder rhythmically striking his calf as Riley's hand moved frantically over his own cock.
Seconds later, warm wetness struck Graham's back and ass and Riley groaned around the cock still in his mouth.
Graham forced himself to move, slinging one leg over to meet the other, and flopped facedown into the pillows. "Mmph," he mumbled as Riley used what felt like someone's discarded boxers to wipe him down. "Christ, Finn - you come like a Fyarl demon on the attack."
Riley sounded a little aggrieved, a little accusatory when he said, "So what? I was . . . you know. Really turned on."
Graham turned his head a little and cracked open one eye. Yeah, he was blushing. God, Finn had a face like a traffic light.
He thought about it for a moment, then propped himself up on his elbows. "Yeah? Me, fucking your mouth like that? It really got you hot?"
Somehow, Riley's face turned even redder.
"Yeah," he said quietly. "And . . . you know. The way you were talking. At all. And . . . kind of dirty."
Graham thought about that for a moment.
Then he grinned.
"I could talk more," he suggested. "Like when I'm fucking you."
Riley shivered, hazel eyes closing briefly, and he shifted restlessly against the sheets, legs falling apart as if he couldn't wait for the reality. "Do it," he sighed. "Do it all to me. I want you to."
And so Graham did.
