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the_ragnarok*blows dust off blog*
To warm this place up, here is a rinch fluff snippet with vague hints of smut.
A good mattress really is invaluable. Harold stares up at the ceiling, appreciating how little his back hurts. It might help that he's very warm, courtesy of one John Reese sprawled over Harold and doing his very best imitation of a blanket. "We do need to get up at some point," Harold says.
"You're comfy," John says. His face is planted in Harold's armpit, which Harold would describe as anything but comfy, but there's no accounting for taste.
At the same time, Harold empathizes. He is extremely warm and comfortable, and would very much stay where they are. "I suppose there's no harm in staying a little longer," he says. "There's nothing too pressing."
John makes a pleased noise, and shuffles himself to lick Harold's neck. Harold lets out a high, startled sound. "Ticklish?" John asks, entirely too smug.
Harold harrumphs. John supports himself on his elbows, taking his weight away from Harold. Harold has to bite down a dismayed whimper.
"You just lie here," John says, moving down Harold's body with disconcerting ease. "Just let me handle everything, okay?"
Of course, Harold has a great deal of trust in John's judgement, but that's usually in the field rather than in bed. "What exactly do you intend to do?" he asks, strongly suspicious.
John looks up at him and smiles, a tiny, beautiful expression. "Only good things." As the next thing John does is take Harold's cock in his mouth, Harold is not in a position to dispute this.
To warm this place up, here is a rinch fluff snippet with vague hints of smut.
A good mattress really is invaluable. Harold stares up at the ceiling, appreciating how little his back hurts. It might help that he's very warm, courtesy of one John Reese sprawled over Harold and doing his very best imitation of a blanket. "We do need to get up at some point," Harold says.
"You're comfy," John says. His face is planted in Harold's armpit, which Harold would describe as anything but comfy, but there's no accounting for taste.
At the same time, Harold empathizes. He is extremely warm and comfortable, and would very much stay where they are. "I suppose there's no harm in staying a little longer," he says. "There's nothing too pressing."
John makes a pleased noise, and shuffles himself to lick Harold's neck. Harold lets out a high, startled sound. "Ticklish?" John asks, entirely too smug.
Harold harrumphs. John supports himself on his elbows, taking his weight away from Harold. Harold has to bite down a dismayed whimper.
"You just lie here," John says, moving down Harold's body with disconcerting ease. "Just let me handle everything, okay?"
Of course, Harold has a great deal of trust in John's judgement, but that's usually in the field rather than in bed. "What exactly do you intend to do?" he asks, strongly suspicious.
John looks up at him and smiles, a tiny, beautiful expression. "Only good things." As the next thing John does is take Harold's cock in his mouth, Harold is not in a position to dispute this.
