Are you two TRYING to kill us all? Oh my Darwin, this chapter is just killer. Can I marry it? Please?
The brunet would never see him stare so desperately, his blue eyes shut as he lost himself in the music. Silently, he was thankful that Matthew recorded his music this way, remembering all too well what if felt like to be held unwillingly under the passionate stare of the azure as it drowned in sound. This is such a gorgeous sight--both of Matt being that into the music and Dom being so affected by it.
Heat seemed to slither over his body, snake like tongues gently kissing the hairs on his skin to raise them along his arms. Slowly he brought his eyes to the window, only to find Matthew staring hard into his face. The blue paralyzed him, turning him to stone as Medusa herself would. He could not move, he could not think. He could only feel. Just as I was thinking I wanted to be that tongue, you had to add the staring. INTENSE.
Tucked away in the silence of the bathroom, his body began to scream, crying out for the brunet singing softly in the next room. So, so caught.
He felt him sniff, taking in the exact aroma of his skin, taking it deep, taking it hard, as though to cycle it through his system so it could linger on his tongue without even opening his mouth. Innuendo, but not. aka Smelling Dom Howard 101
In a prison of his own desire, there was nothing else for him to do but wait out the exquisite torture. Sounds like a plan! I hate that he's so trapped and won't talk to Julia, but it's delicious to watch.
Her green eyes looked like angry, dark swirls one would find in a swamp. Whoa, burn. I loved how cold this line was, just straight-out.
He was helpless to deny that his body had chosen Matthew long before his heart had, and only now was his mind catching up the game. HELL YES!
And that last line? Thank God for Google Translate, because I thought Julia had creeped in there (which, you know, would've probably done a good job of getting things in the open).
I will be having VERY nice dreams tonight, thank you!
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Oh my Darwin, this chapter is just killer. Can I marry it? Please?
The brunet would never see him stare so desperately, his blue eyes shut as he lost himself in the music. Silently, he was thankful that Matthew recorded his music this way, remembering all too well what if felt like to be held unwillingly under the passionate stare of the azure as it drowned in sound.
This is such a gorgeous sight--both of Matt being that into the music and Dom being so affected by it.
Heat seemed to slither over his body, snake like tongues gently kissing the hairs on his skin to raise them along his arms. Slowly he brought his eyes to the window, only to find Matthew staring hard into his face. The blue paralyzed him, turning him to stone as Medusa herself would. He could not move, he could not think. He could only feel.
Just as I was thinking I wanted to be that tongue, you had to add the staring. INTENSE.
Tucked away in the silence of the bathroom, his body began to scream, crying out for the brunet singing softly in the next room.
So, so caught.
He felt him sniff, taking in the exact aroma of his skin, taking it deep, taking it hard, as though to cycle it through his system so it could linger on his tongue without even opening his mouth.
Innuendo, but not. aka Smelling Dom Howard 101
In a prison of his own desire, there was nothing else for him to do but wait out the exquisite torture.
Sounds like a plan! I hate that he's so trapped and won't talk to Julia, but it's delicious to watch.
Her green eyes looked like angry, dark swirls one would find in a swamp.
Whoa, burn. I loved how cold this line was, just straight-out.
He was helpless to deny that his body had chosen Matthew long before his heart had, and only now was his mind catching up the game.
HELL YES!
And that last line? Thank God for Google Translate, because I thought Julia had creeped in there (which, you know, would've probably done a good job of getting things in the open).
I will be having VERY nice dreams tonight, thank you!