OOM: Room #100 -- for Tommy Gavin

[ikissdhimbck]

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The room is dim.

Clothes are scattered here and there; on chairs, tabletops, hooked on books and baubles, scrunched under the bed. A pair of candles burn on the table in the corner.

The cats have had their fill of cream, and are curled quite happily in Dug's basket in the corner of the room.

The room's other occupants, sweat-slicked and tangled in sheets, are sprawled across the bed in wild positions, limbs dangling where they may, hands sneaking under damp cotton to touch each other. Pleasantly exhausted, they sip lazy kisses from each other's mouths.

And they've only just begun.

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[gavin62truck]

He follows her gaze, noting her eagerness.

"I'm interested in you, wearing the hat, on me, without my britches. How's that?"

With a teasing smirk, he pops the last bit of pastry into his mouth. But he reaches up to lightly touch her moist lower lip with the pad of his finger.

"Deal?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She eyes him, a mischievous spark turning her irises bluer than usual.

With another slow grin, she draws the tip of his finger into her mouth and thoroughly sucks the peach filling off his skin, never breaking eye contact.



"Deal."

[gavin62truck]

Now this is the kind of deal he prefers making.

After he slips his finger from the between her pursed lips, he leans in to kiss her, slowly and deeply, sharing the sugary sweetness between them.

They're here again -- the warmth, the contact, the desire that they can so easily give in to. It's a good place to be, right here, for now.