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Off naemi's prompt:



London


"So tell me," Casey demands as he shoves Zeke back onto the bed and climbs up onto his body, "what was it like?" kissing him frantically until he pushes up and rolls them both over.

"Damp," Zeke gasps, coming up for air, "and cold," his hands running over Casey's skin, "and those fucking depressing grey skies, and I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel every night so I could picture you naked and jerk off," now he's growling, thrusting hard against Casey with each word, feverish, hungry, "thinking about fucking you."

Casey grabs at Zeke's ass and shoves back, groans, "Good thing they let you come home early," pushes his hand between them and into Zeke's jeans, taking hold of his dick, hard in his hand, hot, god yeah c'mere missed this missed you, "'cause after two weeks, you're not the only one going insane," and they fall into each other, the cold and solitude already a distant memory.

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Remember that picture on my desktop? Well, funny thing about that...

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Leather (Pt. 1)
by Serai


The pale sunlight limns the skin of Zeke’s shoulders as he pulls the jacket on, and Casey smiles. The skin of one animal on the skin of another – his hands start clenching lightly, wanting to feel it. The rough denim of Zeke’s ratty black jeans runs under his palms as he slides his hands around the narrow waistband, then up under leather ( warming over the hot skin... )

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Chapter 23 of High Contrast
Chapter 24

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Here's a rather stupid and filthy idea, but I thought those of you who've been squeeing here might find it amusing...

( Alternative Casting Game! )