Enter Henry, and fffff oh my goodnes, indulgent, aroused amusement. that phrase over and over, that yes, SUCH HENRY-NESS. That he's just like 'Oh, Coward, you poor horny little cockslut' unnnnnf
I love Henry's sleight of hand with the bottle, I love how he's just kissing Coward lightly while he writhes and begs and he's just so... apathetic about Coward's state.
Holy. FUCKING. SHIT. FISTING. THAT IS ALL.
WAIT, I LIED, FISTING WHILE TELLING COWARD TO COMPOSE HIMSELF, JFC!
OKAY NOPE, THAT'S IT COHERENCY OUT THE WINDOW THIS IS WHERE I SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST AND MY SCREEN MELTS AND I JIZZ IN MY PANTS AND EVERY OTHER THING EVER.
Henry's hand glides up and down, quick and slippery and still so tight.
*sobs* SO HOT IDEK WHAT IT IS, SLIPPERY AND SLICK AND WET AND SOAKED AND JUST, ALL THOSE, THOSE WORDS IDEK, GUUUUUUH
Oh god, and then Coward still opening his legs and wanting even though he doesn't really because it hurts but he can't help but want it and Henry all 'keep you like this for days and days.' AHHHH SO HOT!
I don't know whether to cry for Coward because of that or be like unnnnnf and imagine that in the AU where they win.
arches up into the torment of his embrace.
And what a goddamn amazing last line. Because yes, it is a torment, but Coward loves it, and at the end there, you kind of get the sense that he'd like this torture if he could rut against Henry and be fucked over and over again.
And poor Coward, he never gets to come. In the context of the fic at least, and that's just pure brilliance, denying us his orgasm as well. Or maybe the antidote doesn't work and he's left a mindless sex kitten who can't come, IDK EITHER WAY YOU = MOTHERFUCKING BRILLIANT!
*flops* This fic, is officially the hottest thing ever. Or at least the hottest thing since 'A Beautiful Weapon.' Man, if you keep writing porn like this, I might die from it.
AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN MIGHTILY DISAPPOINTED HAD THIS NEVER FINISHED, BUT I AM MORE THAN SATISFIED, YOU GOD!
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I love Henry's sleight of hand with the bottle, I love how he's just kissing Coward lightly while he writhes and begs and he's just so... apathetic about Coward's state.
Holy. FUCKING. SHIT. FISTING. THAT IS ALL.
WAIT, I LIED, FISTING WHILE TELLING COWARD TO COMPOSE HIMSELF, JFC!
OKAY NOPE, THAT'S IT COHERENCY OUT THE WINDOW THIS IS WHERE I SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST AND MY SCREEN MELTS AND I JIZZ IN MY PANTS AND EVERY OTHER THING EVER.
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Henry's hand glides up and down, quick and slippery and still so tight.
*sobs* SO HOT IDEK WHAT IT IS, SLIPPERY AND SLICK AND WET AND SOAKED AND JUST, ALL THOSE, THOSE WORDS IDEK, GUUUUUUH
Oh god, and then Coward still opening his legs and wanting even though he doesn't really because it hurts but he can't help but want it and Henry all 'keep you like this for days and days.' AHHHH SO HOT!
I don't know whether to cry for Coward because of that or be like unnnnnf and imagine that in the AU where they win.
arches up into the torment of his embrace.
And what a goddamn amazing last line. Because yes, it is a torment, but Coward loves it, and at the end there, you kind of get the sense that he'd like this torture if he could rut against Henry and be fucked over and over again.
And poor Coward, he never gets to come. In the context of the fic at least, and that's just pure brilliance, denying us his orgasm as well. Or maybe the antidote doesn't work and he's left a mindless sex kitten who can't come, IDK EITHER WAY YOU = MOTHERFUCKING BRILLIANT!
*flops* This fic, is officially the hottest thing ever. Or at least the hottest thing since 'A Beautiful Weapon.' Man, if you keep writing porn like this, I might die from it.
AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN MIGHTILY DISAPPOINTED HAD THIS NEVER FINISHED, BUT I AM MORE THAN SATISFIED, YOU GOD!
AND NOW I WILL BE IN MY BUNK. FOREVER.