Holy shit. How can you seriously be this hot simply from foreplay? And in a one-shot, nonetheless! Normally I only get this feeling when the tension is being build up very slowly in a long piece of fiction but this... THIS...
Those sheets are fucking black. Black, satin sheets on his enormous bed. Why? Because he fucking can, and I am not complaining.
You can't just do this, sentences like this, and expect us not to drool all over the place. The descriptions you're using; the club-scene, the glances, DOMINIC, the CAR, the HOUSE. Jezus... I just can't find the right words to express myself, it's honestly too much. This could very well be my most favourite one-shot already.
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Those sheets are fucking black. Black, satin sheets on his enormous bed. Why? Because he fucking can, and I am not complaining.
You can't just do this, sentences like this, and expect us not to drool all over the place. The descriptions you're using; the club-scene, the glances, DOMINIC, the CAR, the HOUSE. Jezus... I just can't find the right words to express myself, it's honestly too much. This could very well be my most favourite one-shot already.
That last sentence.... I'm dead.
GIEF MOAR. NAO!
Thanks so much for sharing this!! <3