This is good. And when I saw good, I mean hot. Drum!porn. Need I say more?
OHOHOHOH! A few of my favourite paragraphs, all from the same fic by peopleexisting
Then, there’s a hot breath on his neck and a hand sliding around his hip, and soft lips trailing across his shoulder. He tenses but inevitably relaxes. His eyes close as Brendon’s other hand slips around his waist and he leans back into his lover’s touch, instinctively. In a whisper so quiet that Ryan barely hears it, Brendon murmurs, “There’s nothing you could do to make me stop loving you, Ryan.”....
.....Ryan’s never felt so full in his life, as Brendon thrusts into him again. He slips his hands down to Brendon’s ass, his fingers digging into it, and tries to pull him in even further. His legs are tense around his body, and there’s so much warmth and sweat and lust, and the kissing is almost suffocating.....
....His body is slick with sweat and his breathing is uneven and heavy, and Ryan just feels as though he’s been battered and bruised in the most exquisite of ways. The damp sheets and the damp limbs and the stickiness and the oneness is all he can feel, and he kisses Brendon’s swollen lips, slowly, tentatively.
AND... I know you didn't ask for any Peterick, but this is really short and it makes my heart explode with the cute every time I read it... Here.
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This is good. And when I saw good, I mean hot.
Drum!porn. Need I say more?
OHOHOHOH!
A few of my favourite paragraphs, all from the same fic by
Then, there’s a hot breath on his neck and a hand sliding around his hip, and soft lips trailing across his shoulder. He tenses but inevitably relaxes. His eyes close as Brendon’s other hand slips around his waist and he leans back into his lover’s touch, instinctively. In a whisper so quiet that Ryan barely hears it, Brendon murmurs, “There’s nothing you could do to make me stop loving you, Ryan.”....
.....Ryan’s never felt so full in his life, as Brendon thrusts into him again. He slips his hands down to Brendon’s ass, his fingers digging into it, and tries to pull him in even further. His legs are tense around his body, and there’s so much warmth and sweat and lust, and the kissing is almost suffocating.....
....His body is slick with sweat and his breathing is uneven and heavy, and Ryan just feels as though he’s been battered and bruised in the most exquisite of ways. The damp sheets and the damp limbs and the stickiness and the oneness is all he can feel, and he kisses Brendon’s swollen lips, slowly, tentatively.
AND... I know you didn't ask for any Peterick, but this is really short and it makes my heart explode with the cute every time I read it... Here.
Am I forgetting something...?
OH YAR. YOU SUCK SO SUCKILY.
There. Done. <3 ily