Short Story

Tilting his chin upwards, Tom peered up seductively through his long, thick lashes. “So, does that mean you wanna fool around?” he asked in a soft, lilting voice.

Placing one hand behind Booker’s neck, Tom leaned back and steadied himself on the other. “Suck me,” he moaned as his hips thrust steadily back and forth.

Harry nodded and made his way over grabbing a new brush. He brushed quickly and looked back to Niall unsure of what he was supposed to do.

“Will someone please control this animal?” asked Percival, wrestling the sheet away from the puppy to keep himself covered. “I need to dress.”

Words failed to escape me, Kylar moved his hand from my hip to brace himself again, “Lavigne?”

“That’s it kitten,” Castiel soothed the very red skin, kissing her lower back, as he slid her underwear off her. Then his lips slid to the welts, kissing them softly. Nana panted, but stayed still, his fingers running lightly down her tights making her

“Uh…yeah. Thanks,” he stammered out as she handed him a washrag and the soap after she had soaped up her own rag.

He could sense he was about to take the blame for his and Tom’s progressing relationship and sticking his legs straight out in front of him, he folded his arms defensively across his chest. “So?” he muttered, his lower lip pushing into a moody pout. “A few kisses never hurt

“Thank you,” he whispered, tilting his head up to look you in the eye. It was dark but his eyes still seemed to shine and unconsciously, you began to lean in. Your arm snaked around Leo’s neck and, smiling, you pressed your lips against his.

“Why not?” She splashed water at him but the water didn’t quite reach. “You come down here to swim each morning. The king told me. This’ll feel like bath water to you.”

Another smile graced her lips for a moment, light laughter there to accompany it as Anton’s lips brushed at her ear gently. ❝ Of course I don’t want to share you. I am a terrible and selfish young lady and sharing, especially you, might be the hardest thing for a fiend as me to do. ❞ Her shoulder nudged gently at the man’s form, a spark

“Aren’t you a good boy?” She cooed and continued to brush his fur gently. The comb looks like it’s barely touching him, but his fur is being fluffed out.

My fingers with his hair. My lips moving against his. “You’re pulling things out of me that I’m not so sure I want pulled out,” he whispers over my lips. “Straddle my lap,” he says.

Louis’ breath grew closer until his lips were pressing into Harry’s neck, soft and warm, though slightly cracked from the blistering winter.

Harry begrudgingly woke Louis up and helped him out of the car, and into Gemma’s office. He checked Louis in, and was unsure what to do with himself after. Louis sensed his unease, and patted the seat next to himself.