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| Hips Don't Lie; James/Kirk, Kirk/Lars, NC-17, SMUUUUT | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 30 2011, 02:33 AM (568 Views) | |
| Aria | Mar 30 2011, 02:33 AM Post #1 |
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Fresh Meat
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This fic was written for Torr, because she cheered me up at a moment when nothing else could really. This, is....well, pretty much straight-up porn. KirkxLars, JamesxKirk, you name it. Yup, that sums it up. A sequel is potentially in the offing, though I don't have it in place at this point in time. Anyways. Enjoy! __________________________________________________________________________ Lars stretched out on his bed, watching Kirk flop next to him. Much better than sitting in the kitchen where Hetfield could overhear them easily. Kirk grinned at Lars. “Where were we?” Oh yeah, he was a sucker for a good pair of hips. Some men were tits-men, some men were ass-men. Him? He was a hip-man. Not that he didn’t appreciate a damn good pair of tits, or an amazing ass. But when a girl, and sometimes guy walked up to him, hips swaying, it was fucking hypnotizing. “Seriously! What the fuck is so fucking fascinating about hips Kirk? Most girls fucking hate theirs, and no guy has decent hips.” Lars said, looking over at their guitarist. Thank god fucking Hetfield wasn’t in the room. Mentioning the word ‘guy’ and ‘decent’ in the same sentence would have trigged another bout of homophobia. He wasn’t in the fucking mood. Kirk stuck his tongue out, not caring how immature it was. “Oh fuck off. I’ve met plenty of girls who like their fucking hips. And are you telling me you’ve never had a girl roll her hips for you? Fucking hot.” He added, the image of a certain blonde rolling HIS hips like that. Not that that would ever happen in this fucking world, but damn the image in his mind was incredible. Lars rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll give you that. Damn fucking hot when a girl walks in front of you, shaking her hips and ass. So what about guys?” He glanced around the room for a moment, making sure Hetfield wasn’t lurking in a fucking corner. “Favorite feature? Or is it fucking hips again?” He shook his head. “Legs.” Kirk said, his voice a little hoarse. Long legs that belonged to a tall blonde that went on forever and led to fucking delicious hips and damn. Goddamn. Raising an eyebrow, Lars looked over at Kirk. “Who are YOU fantasizing about over there?” Kirk’s eyes snapped open. Fuck. He hadn’t realized that he had closed them. “No one. Just imagining the perfect pair of legs.” Lars grinned. He’d found a secret there. “The perfect pair of legs, hm? And who, exactly, do they belong to?” He asked. “No one you jackass.” Kirk muttered, reaching over and poking Lars in the side. Rolling his eyes, but willing to let it go for the moment, Lars looked over at Kirk and squirmed away as he was poked. “Fine, fine. I appreciate a good pair of legs. Especially when they are shaved like yours.” Lars looked down and slowly trailed his fingers up the inside of Kirk’s calf. “So describe this perfect pair of legs for me?” There was no harm in describing. Not like Lars could guess who he was talking about anyways. “All right, fine.” Leaning back against the headboard, Kirk thought back to their photoshoot of the previous day. James had been wearing black jeans that had hugged every fucking inch of his legs. God. Thank fuck for long t-shirts. “I’m waiting~” Lars said impatiently, stretching out next to Kirk. “Long. Obviously.” Kirk said, his eyes falling closed as he imagined. “But not just long. Curves to them too. Like the curve from ankle to the back of his knee, his calf muscles that flex every time he takes a step. Then his thighs. Thighs that he can spread all of the way with an exercise machine.” He added, his mind flooding with that particular memory. They’d both been at the gym in the hotel, he had been jogging on the treadmill. James had been fucking around on the equiptment and had gotten on the machine designed to help stretch your thighs. He had nearly fallen off the fucking treadmill. James had let the machine spread his legs, his shorts tightening around his cock until Kirk could see his cock straining the shorts that were too fucking thin to begin with. Lars’ eyes went wide. Kirk was enjoying his imaginings. He was starting to get hard. And the sight was more than enough to get him turned the fuck on. “Woah.” He whispered, wanting to hear more, hear the fantasy continue. Taking a deep breath, Kirk let his mind take over, back to yesterday. “Strong thighs. Flexing. Hot.” He whispered. “The kind of thighs you want the person fucking you to have, because each flex would send him harder and deeper into you.” The sight of Kirk imagining his perfect pair of legs, cheeks starting to flush, his cock getting harder by the second was driving Lars wild. Fuck. What he wouldn’t fucking give to be the pair of legs Kirk was talking about. “Tell me this perfect pair of legs has a fucking amazing ass to go with it.” Kirk shifted to lay on his back, his eyes still closed. He imagined James crawling on top of him, spreading his legs, slamming into him, his ass flexing with each thrust. He licked his lips and nodded. “Oh yes. And though you’ll mock me for it, hips to die for.” He added, cracking an eye open and glancing over at Lars. “Not super-curvy like a woman’s. But there is shape to them none the less. And god his ass...” Dropping one of his hands to rub at the front of his pants, Kirk moaned. He was so fucking hard. “Hard to look anywhere else when he walks in front of you. And his back is all muscles, going down to the curve of his ass, and then those legs that go on for fucking ever.” Lars stared at Kirk, his own hand in his shorts, stroking eagerly as he watched Kirk palm himself through his pants. Holy fucking shit. But there was something else going on here. Kirk wasn’t just describing his perfect pair of legs. He was describing a whole body. “I take it you want him so badly that it hurts, huh?” Lars panted out, staring at him. Both of them turned on, touching each other, laying in bed, damnit he should take advantage of this. “Oh fuck. You have no idea.” Kirk panted, rubbing at himself a little more eagerly. He moaned, spreading his legs on the bed, imaging James, James crawling on top of him, grinding against him, fucking him, growling, pinning him down. “Tell me?” Lars asked, panting softly. He stroked himself faster, watching Kirk’s lips part as he moaned and arched into his hand like this. What could it hurt? Lars would never know who he was talking about. “Ahhh. He’s taller than me. And I want him on top. I’d spread my legs for him, stroking myself slowly while he stared at him. He would growl, and then he would be on top of me, grinding against me, pinning my arms down to the bed.” Kirk explained, imagining James doing just that, pinning his arms to the bed, grinding their cocks together. “He’d yank his pants down just far enough. Then he’d lube himself up and slam into me. He would be animalistic. He’d fuck me hard and fast enough to make me scream.” The mental image was there, of James above him, sweat dripping off his neck and hair, driving into him. “His long hair would fall into my face and our lips would crash together. He’d growl out an order to come. And I wouldn’t be able to resist. He’s so big and hot inside me. I’d arch back and scream, and I’d explode, all over the both of us.” Kirk moaned again, pressing his hand more tightly against his cock. He was throbbing, so hard, so close. Whatever he had thought would happen when Kirk started describing sex with this mysterious person, hadn’t been what he got. Instead he had gotten a sex god, sitting on the bed next to him, bronze skin covered with a sheen of sweat, cock straining his jeans, pants and moans escaping him as he painted the picture for Lars. Just the sight of Kirk like this was enough to make him want to come. “F-fuck, Kirk.” Lars panted. He should ask Kirk to touch him. It would be easy. Grab those talented fingers, press them to his aching cock. Kirk’s eyes snapped open and he yanked his hand away from himself, looking over at Lars, his erection peeking out of his shorts. Torn between desire, finishing himself off with Lars, grinding against him until they both came, they both exploded, and the desire to run before this went any further. God, he was so fucking turned on. He could see the indecision in Kirk’s eyes. Lars swallowed hard. He might not be the person that did this to Kirk, that turned him on this much, but fuck if he was going to let the guitarist leave here with his cock that hard. “Come here.” Lars growled, reaching out and grabbing Kirk by the edge of his jeans, tugging the guitarist on top of him. His eyes widened even more and he moaned as their cocks rubbed together in a slow motion and suddenly he was on top of Lars, and they were staring at each other. “What the fuck do you think you are doing L-Lars?” Kirk asked, staring down at him. “Fuck if I am going to let you walk out of here sporting a fucking boner that would make most men fucking jealous as all fuck. Now move!” Lars growled out, bucking his hips up, trying to rub against Kirk, the friction enough to make him moan again. “Please, please move. Imagine him fucking you for all I care, just fucking MOVE.” He demanded, thrusting his hips up again. The image of him fucking Lars while James fucked him was indescribable. Kirk had never gotten turned on so damn quick in his entire life. Thrusting his hips eagerly against Lars, Kirk didn’t have any semblance of control left, and their cocks rubbing together felt so good like this and all he wanted was more and more, harder and faster, and god he needed it. Digging his fingers into Kirk’s shoulders, Lars clung to him, panting and whimpering, wanting, needing more. “Kirk, oh Kirk, please. Fuck! It’s so good, so good, fuck, please, I’m so close, please Kirk more.” He panted out. He didn’t care if James heard them. Didn’t fucking care if he came in and watched them both get off. For all he fucking knew, the person Kirk had been talking about was James! They were rocking together so hard and fast he could not have stopped it if he tried. Glancing over at the door for a second, he imagined James stepping in and seeing them. What would he do? Would they even fucking care? Fuck no. Leaning down, he pressed their foreheads together and rocked harder against him, moaning long and low. “L-Lars, fuck, this feels so good, I can’t, I need...” Kirk panted, trying to hold off, staring down at Lars, rubbing against him. His hips started to thrust more erratically, and his orgasm was there, just there beyond his reach, driving him wild. “Ahh, Lars, fuck, Lars!” Lars whimpered and panted, burying his face in Kirk’s neck. It was too hot, too good. He couldn’t fucking handle it anymore. It was too much. “Kirk, please, Kirk...” His hands dropped to Kirk’s ass and squeezed, pulling him closer, shivering, his whole body starting to burn. So close. He needed so much more, he was so close. It was so powerful. He was going to fly over the edge any second now. Kirk pressed their foreheads together, panting, their lips only inches from each other. His eyes were dark as he stared down into the green eyes looking back at him, begging him without words. “Laaaars.” He moaned out as his ass was squeezed, pulling him closer, their underwear only making this hotter. Thrashing under him, he finally couldn’t hold it anymore. Too much. “Lars, oh fuck, Lars!!” Kirk arched backward and shouted, not caring who heard them, who saw them, all he cared about was Lars, that hard cock rubbing against him like this. The shiver started from his toes and worked it’s way up through his entire body, his orgasm ripping through him. Watching Kirk shiver and come was one of the hottest things that he had ever seen. And it turned him on like a motherfucker. Biting down on his lip to keep the scream from escaping, he buried his face in Kirk’s neck and let his own orgasm wash over him, thrashing under the brunette. “Kirk! Fucking fuck, Kirk god!” Panting, Lars struggled to think, his mind overwhelmed with just how fucking GOOD that had felt. Wrapping his arms around Kirk, he hugged him tighter to his chest. He could not seem to stop shivering. Their bodies were still so hot, and pressed together like this, he almost wanted to do that again because of how hot and incredible it would be. Kirk licked his lips and tried to focus on his breathing, trying to calm down. “F-fuck...Lars.” Kirk whispered, looking up at him, his skin still tingling. Shifting his arms, he wrapped them around Lars’ waist and squeezed gently, managing a grin, his sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead. “Damn.” A giggle escaped him at that last word. “Yeah, I’d say that sums it up pretty fucking well. You are one hot piece of ass Mr. Hammett. Whoever Mr. Legs is, I’m fucking jealous of him and I’ll admit it.” Lars said, stretching and then rolling off of Kirk. “And I dunno about you, but I gotta go fucking shower. You’re welcome to join me, but I’ll understand if you don’t.” He teased, winking at Kirk as he headed to the bathroom and shut the door halfway, leaving it open as he stripped his boxers off and climbed into the hot shower. Lars knew that Kirk wouldn’t join him, but that didn’t keep him from wishing otherwise. Kirk stared at the shower and the flash of pale skin that he saw before Lars was in the shower. His head fell back on the pillow, considering joining him for a moment before he rolled off the bed with a groan and started to walk towards his room. If it wasn’t for Mr. Legs, or James, rather, sleeping in the room next to his, he probably would have taken Lars up on his offer. But his cock was starting to stir. The thought of Lars in the shower, hot water running down every inch of his body, fuck. Walking into his room, he made a half-hearted attempt at shutting the door and fell back onto his own bed. Why hadn’t he gotten into that shower? Lars wanted him, unlike James. But he couldn’t forget James that easily. Leaning back against his pillow, Kirk closed his eyes. Fuck. He was already hard again, just thinking about James. Reaching into the drawer by his bed, he pulled out some of his favorite toys. Lars would have had a fucking heart attack had he seen these. Pulling out one of his favorites and a tube of lube, Kirk spread his legs and closed his eyes. It wasn’t hard to bring the fantasy to mind. It was James. He was a walking fantasy. Something that he could eagerly spend the rest of his life imagining and fucking daydreaming about. Lubing up his fingers, he spread his legs and pressed a finger into himself, gasping and starting to prep himself slowly. He had to go slow. If this were James touching him like this, he wouldn’t know what to do. Kirk would have to tell him. Walk him through it step-by-step. James would be confused and maybe even a little afraid to hurt him, but he would be so turned on that it wouldn’t matter. James would curl his fingers and press against his prostate, doing it because he had told him to. Kirk bit down a moan and a whimper, teasing his prostate, spreading his legs further, pushing his fingers in deeper again. “Oh god James, yes, more please.” Kirk panted, imagining James pulling out his fingers and looking down at him, flushed, eyes half-lidded, turned on and wanting him. In his mind James would blush and want him. Pouring some of the lube into his hand, Kirk coated the vibrator and pressed it into himself. Such a poor fucking substitute for James. Nothing could ever come close to having that hard cock inside him, claiming him, demanding more of him. That’s all he wanted. Fuck, he needed it. Pushing the vibrator all of the way in, Kirk panted, trying to think clearly and failing. James would be incredible above him. Pressed all of the way in, sweat falling off his forehead slowly, trying to breath, trying to make sure that he let Kirk get ready, that he was ready for James to move. Whimpering, Kirk grabbed the remote and cranked it up to max, arching off the bed as the vibrator starting humming inside him. Letting go of the remote, he indulged in his fantasy further. James would kiss slowly down his neck and chest, paying careful attention to his favorite spots. Then kiss him. And not a slow or gentle kiss. James would devour him. Claim him as he started to move in and out of him harder, and faster. Kirk reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke slowly. Oh god, James above him, fuck. Grabbing his hips, driving into him harder and faster and deeper. He needed more. Wanted more. “James, oh James, please, harder, give me more, please.” Kirk begged, his hips bucking up and into his hand as he stroked himself faster, imagining James taking him, kissing him. Claiming him with both his mouth and his cock. “Ooooh, please, yes. You’re so good, more, please.” Kirk panted, shivering and bucking up and into his hand. James would touch him now. That large hand, so good with a guitar, would wrap around his cock and start to stroke him. James got home earlier than expected, his supposed date having ditched him for someone else. Pissed and wanting nothing more to get good and drunk, James grabbed a six pack from the fridge and heading to his bedroom, pausing by Kirk’s room when he thought he heard his name. Lars was taking his once-a-fucking-month shower and Kirk was probably lounging on his bed reading a comic book or some shit. Peeking into Kirk’s room, he froze at the sight that greeted him. Kirk was on his bed all right. But certainly not anywhere near a fucking comic book. James told himself that he should back out of the room, ignore this and pretend that it had never happened. Tearing his eyes away was impossible. He could not stop staring. Kirk was....Kirk was laying on his bed. Legs spread, thighs quivering, skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his eyes closed and his hand moving quickly over his cock. James tried to tear his eyes away. He could have sworn that he did. But instead, they just seemed to move up and down the guitarist’s body as he thrashed on the bed. Not caring if anyone was watching him peep like this, James pressed his hand to the front of his jeans, his hard cock making its presence very well-known. Fuck. He wouldn’t be able to walk this off. But it was Kirk that was turning him on like this. Fucking Kirk. Yanking himself away from the door, James stumbled to his room and shut the door, closing his eyes, panting, his hand still pressed to the front of his jeans. What the fuck was he doing? He didn’t get turned on by Kirk of all fucking people! Even when Kirk was moaning and thrashing on the bed, tugging on his cock, wanting and needing even more from him. Not even fucking then! He didn’t get turned on by other guys! Though, his cock disagreed. Fucking strongly. Shutting the door behind him, James didn’t bother locking it and unzipping his pants, freeing himself and rubbing at his cock slowly. He was probably just horny since he didn’t get to fuck that chick today like he planned. That had to be it. If he got himself off, then he could forget about Kirk like...like that. Wrapping his hand around himself, James started to stroke himself hard and fast. He just needed to get off. Kirk froze when he thought he heard someone in the hallway, his hand leaving his cock and grabbing the remote to turn off the vibrator in a quick motion. Hearing the door to James’ room slam shut, Kirk wasn’t sure whether to laugh or finish what he had started. Had James seen him? Climbing off the bed, Kirk took the toy out of himself and took it into the bathroom to be cleaned. Talk about killing the mood. Nothing worked better than the object of your fantasy potentially walking by your room while you are in the middle of jacking off to him. Kirk chuckled. Maybe he could finish in the shower. Then he heard a moan on the other side of the wall. James’ side of the wall. Kirk froze, his entire body focused on listening for the smallest sound coming from that other room. No way he was that fucking lucky. No. Fucking. Way. James tried to bite down a groan, clenching his eyes shut, but all he saw was Kirk behind his eyelids. Moaning, arching off the bed, stroking himself harder and faster. It was all he could imagine now. “Ahhhh!!” Fuck, this felt so damn good. Clearly he had been way too tense lately. Stripping and flopping down on his bed, he closed his eyes again. Maybe if he played out the fantasy, he wouldn’t think about it any more. James smirked. He would have interrupted Kirk. It was easy to imagine the shock that would have been on his face. Walked over to him, stripped. Straddled him, made those big, pouty lips suck on his cock as hard as they could. He would have fucked Kirk’s face. Kirk would have loved every second of it, his eyes would look like they did when he was drunk and trying to get some chick to roll into bed with him. Another moan escaped him, coming more easily now as he stroked himself faster. He was too damn stressed out. This would be good for him. Grabbing his lube out of the drawer, James slicked himself up to make it easier. Going from not turned-on to being driven crazy in the space of a second and a half had to be a fucking record. James was in the other room. Moaning. Touching himself. He didn’t hear some girl squealing. James was there alone. Before Kirk even realized what was happening, he was out the door, not caring that he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. James’ door was shut, but not locked. Kirk smirked and opened the door, taking in the sight of all the golden skin on display for him. Perfect. And James’ eyes were shut. Kirk walked closer and knelt on the bed and watched those beautiful blue eyes fly open before he swallowed James’ cock whole. Bobbing his head eagerly, he watched James moan again, this time the real thing, no fantasy, no figment of his imagination. James tasted better than he ever could have possibly imagined. He had been alone. And then suddenly Kirk was fucking there, on his bed, and those sinful lips were wrapped around his cock. James moaned, arching his hips upward. Fuck. Those sinful fucking lips were wrapped around his cock. “Ahhh, fuck, Kirk. Nnn, more, please. God.” Reaching down, he tangled his fingers into that long curly hair, begging for more of it. He couldn’t think. It felt so fucking good. Thrusting his hips up higher, he tugged at Kirk, wanting, needing more of him. “Ah! Fuck!” His orgasm was right there. Then the little shit started to pull away from him. Pulling his lips away, Kirk shivered when James looked at him and growled, trying to tug his lips back down again. “No, I don’t think so.” Kirk purred, not knowing where this was coming from, but he was tired of all of this homophobic bullshit coming from James. He was going to show James just how fucking good it could be between two men. Then he would get the fuck over himself. Shifting again on the bed, he straddled James’ hips and grabbed his cock, positioning himself properly before exhaling and starting to let James slide into him. Fucker was big. “K-Kirk, what the fuck do you think you are-aahhhhhhhh.” James felt his question devolve into a long moan. Kirk was, Kirk was fucking riding him. Fuck and it felt so good. Gasping, he could not help his hips moving and driving harder into Kirk. Reaching up, he grabbed the brunette by the hips and pulled him closer. Kirk gave a throaty chuckle as he sank all of the way to the base and lifted himself up and then slid back down again. Staring down at James, his flushed cheeks and how much he was enjoying himself, he decided to do everything he could to drive James wild. Clenching down around him as he moved, rocking on his lap slowly, Kirk rubbed his hands up James’ stomach to his nipples and rubbed at them, determined to drive James even more wild. Leaning closer to James, he whispered against his lips. “Tighter and hotter than any chick you’ve ever fucked, isn’t it?” Kirk teased, staring down into the wide blue eyes. There was no way he could fucking respond. Swallowing, he moaned again, staring up at Kirk. So fucking tight, he could barely move and every single inch of him was being swallowed by Kirk’s body. “Fuck, Kirk...” James panted out, staring up into those brown eyes that were smirking down at him, making him angry that Kirk knew how to make his body react like this. “I know.” Kirk purred out again, pressing their lips together briefly, tasting James, his tongue teasing the inside of his lips before he pulled away and started to move even faster on top of him. “You hate me because this feels so good you don’t want to think about it. You hate what I’m doing to because you aren’t in control James.” Kirk continued to speak, his voice a low purr as he continued to move his hips in a faster rocking motion, watching James moan and thrash under him. “And you especially hate that when you come, you are going to come harder than you ever have with any girl.” He added, reaching down and starting to stroke himself, leaning back, bouncing in James’ lap, that hard cock pulsing inside him. Growling as Kirk purred at him, those lips teasing him with words and those eyes smirking at him, James pulled Kirk closer, thrusting harder into him. He couldn’t think, couldn’t catch up with what was happening. All he could do was drive harder into the body above him, all of that tan skin on display, sweat dripping down his body. James could see the hard cock bobbing between them, Kirk’s lips parted as he panted and moaned. His hips, against his will, were meeting the pace the brunette was setting, harder and faster, he had no control left. “Fuck, fuck, ahhh, more...” He managed to get out. James watched as Kirk wrapped his hand around his cock and start to stroke in time with the movement of their hips, the sight making his mouth go dry. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you more.” Kirk panted, staring down at James, his eyes fluttering. Shifting a fraction, he felt the cock inside him press against his prostate, ripping a scream from him as he stroked himself faster. He was so close. And when he finished, James was sure to follow. “Ahhh, fuck James....” Kirk moaned, looking down at the blonde. “You’re so big and you feel so fucking good.” Close. Close enough to the edge that he would be able to bring himself off. “Moan for me.” Kirk ordered, staring down at James, concentrating and on squeezing around his cock as he thrust down, this time moving slowly. He had every intention of not moaning. No matter what Kirk did, he would keep his mouth shut. Then, whatever the fuck it was that Kirk did, James arched and moaned. Not just a quiet moan either. It was ripped from him, long and loud and James shuddered, his orgasm rushing up on him as he lost all semblance of control, driving into the brunette over and over again. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” James arched backward and screamed as he came, exploding inside Kirk, collapsing on the bed beneath him, his eyes clouded with pleasure. Kirk watched James finally lose control and scream as he comes, staring, devouring the sight of the blonde before he finally allowed himself to lose control as well. He groaned as his cock finally exploded, stars dancing behind his eyes, his body threatening to collapse on top of James. Struggling to get his thoughts together, Kirk lifted one leg and slid off of James, standing next to his bed, smirking at him. “When you finally get over your denial of that being the best fuck you’ve ever had James, I’ll be waiting.” Turning his back on James, Kirk left the room, shutting the door behind him. Making a split second decision, he walked to Lars’ room. Kirk was too fucking hot for his own good. Lars had had to get off in the shower again after Kirk had left the room and he could not get the image of the brunette out of his mind. Hot mother fucking bastard. Walking into the room, Kirk grinned as he heard the shower still running. Slipping into the bathroom and pulling the curtain aside, he smirked at the wide green eyes staring at him and stepped into the shower. “Sorry I’m late.” He purred, reaching out and grabbing Lars close and into a kiss. He would tell Lars everything. Afterward. END |
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| Torrid | Mar 30 2011, 03:08 AM Post #2 |
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Hell is Here.
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I repeat. Mama FUCKING Mia! Jesus christ that was hot... from all the James' legs talk, to the sweaty Kirk, to the grinding, to the playing with the toys, to James catching him, to him riding James... to the end... Perfect fucking *dead* |
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| olyamet | Mar 30 2011, 03:48 PM Post #3 |
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Let's Dance
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*DEAD* rereaded it and... *DEAD* again... |
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| Aria | Mar 31 2011, 02:38 AM Post #4 |
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Fresh Meat
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I'm hoping the good kind of dead.
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