Of Adhesives and Lace for Bloodroses05
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ncisficathonTitle: Of Adhesives and Lace
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slash4femme
Written for:bloodroses05
Prompt:Tony and McGee. Something involving the two men and a bottle
of superglue. Humor preferred. Gen or slash. Wherever this one takes
you.
Archive: yeah sure, just let me know
Genre: slash, romance
Pairings: Tony/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warning: sex, cross-dressing, abuse of superglue, and some light bondage
Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters, I do not make money off of doing this. The only thing I'm getting out of this is pure unadulterated creative enjoyment and less hours for me to spend doing my real work.
Word Count: 2,418
Summary: in a moment of thoughtless trickery Tony glues Tim's fingers to his keyboard. Now he has to make it up to Tim somehow.
Author's Notes: beta read bycalenchamien any remaining errors are totally on me.
I.
“You think this is funny. You think it’s funny every God damn time!”
It takes a lot to make Tim swear but evidently super gluing his fingers to his keyboard is one of those things that just pushes him right over the edge. Tony doesn’t have any real comeback to that, because it’s true. At the time, it had seemed hilarious. Now that he’s holding Tim’s hands under hot water while Tim glares murderously at him, it doesn’t seem quiet as humorous.
“Sorry.”
“No,” Tim jerks his hands away, still stuck slightly to the keyboard, “You’re not. This keyboard will never work again, you do realize that.”
Tony did realize thatnothing works correctly after being held under a running tap, including his own fingers, which are now all pruny. He makes a face at his hands while Tim sticks the keyboard and his fingers back under the water. Tim’s hands are not only red and shrivelled from being submerged but the pads are also going to be red and raw once he gets them unstuck. He throws Tony another glare.
“You are going to work so hard to make this one up to me.You have no idea. You’re going to wish I only made you sleep on the couch.”
Tony tries to keep his game face on, tries to act like he doesn’t care, but Tim keeps glaring at him while trying to pry his fingers off the keys and Tony finally hangs his head.
“Like what kind of stuff?”
Tim manages to pull the last stuck finger off the ruined piece of hardware and holds both hands up to examine how much skin he’s lost. He then transfers his gaze to Tony.
”On your knees.” Tim gives him a long look that Tim never uses outside of their apartment but that Tony knows well and almost cringes, “and crawl.”
II.
“Damn it, damn it, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Tony circles around the bed again, hands over his eyes, but when he takes his hands away and looks the bag is still there.
“Fuck!”
He kicks the bed, but that doesn’t change anything except to make his foot hurt. He sits down heavily on the bed. He doesn’t want to do this; he really, really doesn’t. The note on the kitchen table however had made it quite clear he had no choice. If he said no, Tim could very well withhold sex for an ungodly length of time. Tim was one of those weird people who didn’t need sex with their partner every single day and Tony was one of those people who kind of did.
He reaches over and grabs the back pack, peaking in it again and immediately drops it as if he’d been scaled.
No. He’s not doing this.
Immediately, the image of Tim’s hands, the tip of each finger red and raw pops into his mind and Tony is overcome by guilt. He stands up and starts to strip. Shoes, dress shirt, dress pants, socks, and undershirt go into a pile on the floor. He’s left with boxers.
The door slams and Tony turns a little towards the sound.
“Tony, you home?” Tim yells from the other room.
“Yes.”
“Well then, did you get my note?” Tim saunters into the room and Tony glares at him.
“Yeah.”
“And I see you haven’t gotten dressed yet.” Tim gives him a critical once over and Tony crosses his arms over his chest. Not because he’s afraid of scrutiny; simply out of defensiveness.
“I’m not wearing them.”
“Then I guess we’re not having sex.” Tim turns away, undoing his tie and pulling it off. “Pity. I was going to let you handcuff me.”
“Really?” It’s out before Tony can stop himself from sounding so eager.
“Yeah.” Tim smiles at him, “but since you’re not going to wear your sexy outfit . . .”
Tony picks up the bag and dumps it out onto the bed. Red lace - there isn’t a lot besides from that. It’s not that made actually he thinks.It would be sexy on a woman. He’s certainly not a woman, but he’s always appreciate the feel of lace and silk. Tony picks up the red lace thong, and then the red silk teddy with lace paneling where boobs would be if it were actually going to be worn by a woman.
“You need to take your boxers off,” Tim slips his arms around Tony’s waist from behind and kisses the back of his neck. Tony turns his face trying to leer over his shoulder and Tim kisses him on the lips. It’s the first kiss they’ve shared today and Tony turns a little to cup Tim’s face in one hand and deepen the kiss. After a moment though, Tim steps back and Tony smirks at him, sliding his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and letting them drop to the floor. He steps out of them and Tim turns away, taking off his shoes and socks and starting to strip off the rest of his clothes. Tony watches him for a moment, watching Tim’s fingers unbutton his shirt, and pull it from his shoulders. Tony shakes his head and picks up the thong. He turns it over and over again trying to figure out how to put it on. Finally he steps into the little red scrap of lace and pulls it up his thighs. With the bands resting on his hips, Tony realizes he’s going to have a, well, problem a woman wouldn’t have.
“Uh, Tim, not going to work.” Tony tries to get himself all into garment and fails. Across the bed Tim snickers and Tony glances up with a glare. Tim is naked except for his own boxers, arms crossed over his chest, watching Tony. Immediately the blood rushes to Tony’s face and he curses under his breath.Usually it takes a lot to make him blush.Evidently, Tim watching him try to get . . . all of himself into lady’s underwear is an exception. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Tony can hear the grin in Tim’s voice. He flips Tim off and goes back to what he was going.
“It won’t all fit.” A bottle hits him in the back of the head and Tony rubs it, turning around to look at Tim again.
“Ow!” He picks up the bottle, which is lying on the bed and sees that it’s super-glue, “Oh, nice. Yes, very funny.”
He finally gets most of himself tucked away before picking up the teddy, which thank God goes on easier, except for the fact that it feels a little like a straight jacket across the shoulders. A straightjacket made of lace and silk.
“Ready?” He looks up again to see Tim holding a pair of padded handcuffs and his mouth instantly goes dry.
“Yeah.”
Tim gives him a smile that is almost shy, ducking his head a little as he shimmies out of his boxers and climbs naked onto the bed. He puts the handcuffs down, shoots over to Tony’s side and rises up on his knees to kiss him.
“You look really nice.” Tim kisses him on the lips again, wet and with a building sense of urgency. Tim’s hands stroke down his chest and Tony feels the strange foreignness of silk and lace pressing against his skin through his chest hair, and it feels so different to be wearing this. He moves his shoulders trying to get his chest closer to Tim’s hands as the other man begins to circle one nipple with the tip of his finger through a panel of lace.
“Hmm,” The lace feels great against his nipple, rough against sensitive skin and Tim’s other hand comes up to do the same to Tony’s other nipple. Their kisses are getting sloppier by the minute and Tim finally pulls away to trail wet kisses down Tony’s neck, down to one delicate little red strap resting against Tony’s tanned skin. Tim brings one hands up to stroke along the edge of the strap before gently lifting it, pulling away a little to run his tongue along the skin underneath and Tony shivers at the strange, new action. He can feel himself getting hard, and quite frankly all the fondling himself earlier while trying to get the underwear on hadn’t helped. The lace is strange, a little rough against sensitive skin; the underwear very constricting, pressing against him and Tony can’t help but squirm.
“Tony,” Tim says, his voice deeper than it had been earlier and Tony only has to glance down to see that he’s not the only one affected. Tim’s hands stray to Tony’s waist, thumbs stroking the silk along strong hip bones, pulling the cloth back to reveal the outline of Tony’s trapped erection. “Do you want to fuck me?” Tim rocks forward a little kiss the skin right at the bottom of Tony’s throat where neck becomes shoulder, biting down a little.
“Yes.” Tony doesn’t mean his voice to come out so hoarse, but Tim naked and willing plus handcuffs? It’s not like he’s Gibbs or anything. He’s not made of stone; of course that would turn him on.
This time it’s Tony who reaches out and pulls Tim close, kissing him softly on the lips while his other hand travels down to firmly squeeze Tim’s erection. The other man breaks their kiss with a gasp, bucking his hips a little into the touch. He pulls Tony close and Tony strokes him firmly while biting one soft pink earlobe. Tim’s hips rock forward and he grips Tony’s shoulders, burying his face in the other man’s neck. Tony’s strokes are slow, and Tim shudders against him before lifting his head.
“Bed.”
Tony grins and takes his hand away from Tim, earning a small groan of protest. “Yeah.”
After a dazed moment, Tim crawls back onto the bed and snaps one wrist into the handcuffs in a very businesslike manner. He laces the chain through the bars of the headboard and lets his other wrist a little awkwardly in the open cuff. Tony crawls onto the bed, finally making his way over to Tim and he kisses right below the other man’s bellybutton then swings one leg over to straddle his waist. Tony gives Tim a long look and then reaches forward to snap the other cuff closed. He kisses Tim hard and long and Tim shifts under Tony. His cock rubs against Tony’s ass, sliding briefly against the little piece of lace that’s worked itself uncomfortably between his ass cheeks. Tony rubs himself back against Tim without remorse until they’re both glassy-eyed and breathing hard.
“On the bed.” Tim jerks his chin to the left and Tony’s gaze follows to see their lube lying nearby. Tony picks it up and coats his fingers, trying to be thorough until Tim’s voice interrupts him.
“That’s enough.” Tim tells him and bends his legs, spreading them wide and planting his feet on the bed. Tony slides between them as Tim moves until he’s kneeling between Tim’s thighs and when he circles just there Tim gasps a little, whole body jerking. Tony pushes into Tim’s body, thinking he might actually need more lube after all, as Tim hisses a little.
“Keep going.” Tim orders so Tony does and he thrusts one finger and then pulls out completely to press with two. Tim nods, and he presses down until two slide in. “That’s good enough.” Tony wants to argue but instead his hands go to finally rid himself of the ridiculous panties he’s wearing. “No.” Tony looks up and Tim shakes his head. “Leave them on. I want you just like you are. Just take your cock out.”
Tony wants to say that’s going to be pretty much impossible but he manages to roll the waist band down to sit under his balls without taking them all the way off. It feels awkward as hell but he ignores that, instead grips Tim’s hips with one hand and lines himself up with the other. Tim cries out when Tony pushes in, whole body shaking and bowing, and Tony grits his teeth and holds still until Tim stops breathing in quick, little gasps.
“Move.” Tim finally grits out and Tony eases himself out a little and then pushes back in. Tim is hot and tight around him, the lace and silk against his chest and stomach feel strange. The lace of the thong is tight against his ass and rubs against the bottom of his balls as he moves. His entire body seems overly sensitized, hovering between pleasure and pain and just strange sensations he’s never experienced before. Tim is laid out underneath him, soft body flushed, eyes closed, and head thrown to the side. He moves his hips a little in small jerky movements to meet Tony, hands clenching and unclenching around the handcuffs. Then Tim’s eyes open and he stares straight at Tony as he bears down hard with his ass, clenching his muscles and Tony cries out, whole body jerking as he comes. Tim pants and gasps and Tony gathers his scattered wits enough to wrap his fingers around Tim’s cock, roughly squeezing and pumping until Tim comes.
Tony flops over to the side, completely boneless and Tim pulls on the handcuffs, making them jingle. “Tony, unlock these.”
Tony mutters something indistinctly, eyes closed, one arm thrown over his face.
“Tony!”
“Fine.” Tony rolls over and grabs the key off the bedside table. He rolls to the other side and fumbles with the cuffs.
He gets one off and hands the key to Tim who unlocks his other wrist, before sighing and falling back to lie on the bed as well.
“You going to take that off?”
Tony makes a sleepy noise into one of the pillows, “I’ll do it later. Tired now.”
“Ok.”
They lie in silence and Tony’s drifting off to sleep when Tim asks the question.
“Did you like it?”
Tony mutters something and Tim pokes one of his legs with one foot. “What?”
“I said, yes.”
Tony rolls to face away from Tim; still holding his pillow tightly and there is a long pause.
“Good.”
Tim sounds far too satisfied but Tony figures he’ll worry about what the other man’s planning tomorrow.
Author:
slash4femmeWritten for:
bloodroses05Prompt:Tony and McGee. Something involving the two men and a bottle
of superglue. Humor preferred. Gen or slash. Wherever this one takes
you.
Archive: yeah sure, just let me know
Genre: slash, romance
Pairings: Tony/Tim
Rating: NC-17
Warning: sex, cross-dressing, abuse of superglue, and some light bondage
Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters, I do not make money off of doing this. The only thing I'm getting out of this is pure unadulterated creative enjoyment and less hours for me to spend doing my real work.
Word Count: 2,418
Summary: in a moment of thoughtless trickery Tony glues Tim's fingers to his keyboard. Now he has to make it up to Tim somehow.
Author's Notes: beta read by
calenchamien any remaining errors are totally on me. I.
“You think this is funny. You think it’s funny every God damn time!”
It takes a lot to make Tim swear but evidently super gluing his fingers to his keyboard is one of those things that just pushes him right over the edge. Tony doesn’t have any real comeback to that, because it’s true. At the time, it had seemed hilarious. Now that he’s holding Tim’s hands under hot water while Tim glares murderously at him, it doesn’t seem quiet as humorous.
“Sorry.”
“No,” Tim jerks his hands away, still stuck slightly to the keyboard, “You’re not. This keyboard will never work again, you do realize that.”
Tony did realize thatnothing works correctly after being held under a running tap, including his own fingers, which are now all pruny. He makes a face at his hands while Tim sticks the keyboard and his fingers back under the water. Tim’s hands are not only red and shrivelled from being submerged but the pads are also going to be red and raw once he gets them unstuck. He throws Tony another glare.
“You are going to work so hard to make this one up to me.You have no idea. You’re going to wish I only made you sleep on the couch.”
Tony tries to keep his game face on, tries to act like he doesn’t care, but Tim keeps glaring at him while trying to pry his fingers off the keys and Tony finally hangs his head.
“Like what kind of stuff?”
Tim manages to pull the last stuck finger off the ruined piece of hardware and holds both hands up to examine how much skin he’s lost. He then transfers his gaze to Tony.
”On your knees.” Tim gives him a long look that Tim never uses outside of their apartment but that Tony knows well and almost cringes, “and crawl.”
II.
“Damn it, damn it, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Tony circles around the bed again, hands over his eyes, but when he takes his hands away and looks the bag is still there.
“Fuck!”
He kicks the bed, but that doesn’t change anything except to make his foot hurt. He sits down heavily on the bed. He doesn’t want to do this; he really, really doesn’t. The note on the kitchen table however had made it quite clear he had no choice. If he said no, Tim could very well withhold sex for an ungodly length of time. Tim was one of those weird people who didn’t need sex with their partner every single day and Tony was one of those people who kind of did.
He reaches over and grabs the back pack, peaking in it again and immediately drops it as if he’d been scaled.
No. He’s not doing this.
Immediately, the image of Tim’s hands, the tip of each finger red and raw pops into his mind and Tony is overcome by guilt. He stands up and starts to strip. Shoes, dress shirt, dress pants, socks, and undershirt go into a pile on the floor. He’s left with boxers.
The door slams and Tony turns a little towards the sound.
“Tony, you home?” Tim yells from the other room.
“Yes.”
“Well then, did you get my note?” Tim saunters into the room and Tony glares at him.
“Yeah.”
“And I see you haven’t gotten dressed yet.” Tim gives him a critical once over and Tony crosses his arms over his chest. Not because he’s afraid of scrutiny; simply out of defensiveness.
“I’m not wearing them.”
“Then I guess we’re not having sex.” Tim turns away, undoing his tie and pulling it off. “Pity. I was going to let you handcuff me.”
“Really?” It’s out before Tony can stop himself from sounding so eager.
“Yeah.” Tim smiles at him, “but since you’re not going to wear your sexy outfit . . .”
Tony picks up the bag and dumps it out onto the bed. Red lace - there isn’t a lot besides from that. It’s not that made actually he thinks.It would be sexy on a woman. He’s certainly not a woman, but he’s always appreciate the feel of lace and silk. Tony picks up the red lace thong, and then the red silk teddy with lace paneling where boobs would be if it were actually going to be worn by a woman.
“You need to take your boxers off,” Tim slips his arms around Tony’s waist from behind and kisses the back of his neck. Tony turns his face trying to leer over his shoulder and Tim kisses him on the lips. It’s the first kiss they’ve shared today and Tony turns a little to cup Tim’s face in one hand and deepen the kiss. After a moment though, Tim steps back and Tony smirks at him, sliding his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and letting them drop to the floor. He steps out of them and Tim turns away, taking off his shoes and socks and starting to strip off the rest of his clothes. Tony watches him for a moment, watching Tim’s fingers unbutton his shirt, and pull it from his shoulders. Tony shakes his head and picks up the thong. He turns it over and over again trying to figure out how to put it on. Finally he steps into the little red scrap of lace and pulls it up his thighs. With the bands resting on his hips, Tony realizes he’s going to have a, well, problem a woman wouldn’t have.
“Uh, Tim, not going to work.” Tony tries to get himself all into garment and fails. Across the bed Tim snickers and Tony glances up with a glare. Tim is naked except for his own boxers, arms crossed over his chest, watching Tony. Immediately the blood rushes to Tony’s face and he curses under his breath.Usually it takes a lot to make him blush.Evidently, Tim watching him try to get . . . all of himself into lady’s underwear is an exception. “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Tony can hear the grin in Tim’s voice. He flips Tim off and goes back to what he was going.
“It won’t all fit.” A bottle hits him in the back of the head and Tony rubs it, turning around to look at Tim again.
“Ow!” He picks up the bottle, which is lying on the bed and sees that it’s super-glue, “Oh, nice. Yes, very funny.”
He finally gets most of himself tucked away before picking up the teddy, which thank God goes on easier, except for the fact that it feels a little like a straight jacket across the shoulders. A straightjacket made of lace and silk.
“Ready?” He looks up again to see Tim holding a pair of padded handcuffs and his mouth instantly goes dry.
“Yeah.”
Tim gives him a smile that is almost shy, ducking his head a little as he shimmies out of his boxers and climbs naked onto the bed. He puts the handcuffs down, shoots over to Tony’s side and rises up on his knees to kiss him.
“You look really nice.” Tim kisses him on the lips again, wet and with a building sense of urgency. Tim’s hands stroke down his chest and Tony feels the strange foreignness of silk and lace pressing against his skin through his chest hair, and it feels so different to be wearing this. He moves his shoulders trying to get his chest closer to Tim’s hands as the other man begins to circle one nipple with the tip of his finger through a panel of lace.
“Hmm,” The lace feels great against his nipple, rough against sensitive skin and Tim’s other hand comes up to do the same to Tony’s other nipple. Their kisses are getting sloppier by the minute and Tim finally pulls away to trail wet kisses down Tony’s neck, down to one delicate little red strap resting against Tony’s tanned skin. Tim brings one hands up to stroke along the edge of the strap before gently lifting it, pulling away a little to run his tongue along the skin underneath and Tony shivers at the strange, new action. He can feel himself getting hard, and quite frankly all the fondling himself earlier while trying to get the underwear on hadn’t helped. The lace is strange, a little rough against sensitive skin; the underwear very constricting, pressing against him and Tony can’t help but squirm.
“Tony,” Tim says, his voice deeper than it had been earlier and Tony only has to glance down to see that he’s not the only one affected. Tim’s hands stray to Tony’s waist, thumbs stroking the silk along strong hip bones, pulling the cloth back to reveal the outline of Tony’s trapped erection. “Do you want to fuck me?” Tim rocks forward a little kiss the skin right at the bottom of Tony’s throat where neck becomes shoulder, biting down a little.
“Yes.” Tony doesn’t mean his voice to come out so hoarse, but Tim naked and willing plus handcuffs? It’s not like he’s Gibbs or anything. He’s not made of stone; of course that would turn him on.
This time it’s Tony who reaches out and pulls Tim close, kissing him softly on the lips while his other hand travels down to firmly squeeze Tim’s erection. The other man breaks their kiss with a gasp, bucking his hips a little into the touch. He pulls Tony close and Tony strokes him firmly while biting one soft pink earlobe. Tim’s hips rock forward and he grips Tony’s shoulders, burying his face in the other man’s neck. Tony’s strokes are slow, and Tim shudders against him before lifting his head.
“Bed.”
Tony grins and takes his hand away from Tim, earning a small groan of protest. “Yeah.”
After a dazed moment, Tim crawls back onto the bed and snaps one wrist into the handcuffs in a very businesslike manner. He laces the chain through the bars of the headboard and lets his other wrist a little awkwardly in the open cuff. Tony crawls onto the bed, finally making his way over to Tim and he kisses right below the other man’s bellybutton then swings one leg over to straddle his waist. Tony gives Tim a long look and then reaches forward to snap the other cuff closed. He kisses Tim hard and long and Tim shifts under Tony. His cock rubs against Tony’s ass, sliding briefly against the little piece of lace that’s worked itself uncomfortably between his ass cheeks. Tony rubs himself back against Tim without remorse until they’re both glassy-eyed and breathing hard.
“On the bed.” Tim jerks his chin to the left and Tony’s gaze follows to see their lube lying nearby. Tony picks it up and coats his fingers, trying to be thorough until Tim’s voice interrupts him.
“That’s enough.” Tim tells him and bends his legs, spreading them wide and planting his feet on the bed. Tony slides between them as Tim moves until he’s kneeling between Tim’s thighs and when he circles just there Tim gasps a little, whole body jerking. Tony pushes into Tim’s body, thinking he might actually need more lube after all, as Tim hisses a little.
“Keep going.” Tim orders so Tony does and he thrusts one finger and then pulls out completely to press with two. Tim nods, and he presses down until two slide in. “That’s good enough.” Tony wants to argue but instead his hands go to finally rid himself of the ridiculous panties he’s wearing. “No.” Tony looks up and Tim shakes his head. “Leave them on. I want you just like you are. Just take your cock out.”
Tony wants to say that’s going to be pretty much impossible but he manages to roll the waist band down to sit under his balls without taking them all the way off. It feels awkward as hell but he ignores that, instead grips Tim’s hips with one hand and lines himself up with the other. Tim cries out when Tony pushes in, whole body shaking and bowing, and Tony grits his teeth and holds still until Tim stops breathing in quick, little gasps.
“Move.” Tim finally grits out and Tony eases himself out a little and then pushes back in. Tim is hot and tight around him, the lace and silk against his chest and stomach feel strange. The lace of the thong is tight against his ass and rubs against the bottom of his balls as he moves. His entire body seems overly sensitized, hovering between pleasure and pain and just strange sensations he’s never experienced before. Tim is laid out underneath him, soft body flushed, eyes closed, and head thrown to the side. He moves his hips a little in small jerky movements to meet Tony, hands clenching and unclenching around the handcuffs. Then Tim’s eyes open and he stares straight at Tony as he bears down hard with his ass, clenching his muscles and Tony cries out, whole body jerking as he comes. Tim pants and gasps and Tony gathers his scattered wits enough to wrap his fingers around Tim’s cock, roughly squeezing and pumping until Tim comes.
Tony flops over to the side, completely boneless and Tim pulls on the handcuffs, making them jingle. “Tony, unlock these.”
Tony mutters something indistinctly, eyes closed, one arm thrown over his face.
“Tony!”
“Fine.” Tony rolls over and grabs the key off the bedside table. He rolls to the other side and fumbles with the cuffs.
He gets one off and hands the key to Tim who unlocks his other wrist, before sighing and falling back to lie on the bed as well.
“You going to take that off?”
Tony makes a sleepy noise into one of the pillows, “I’ll do it later. Tired now.”
“Ok.”
They lie in silence and Tony’s drifting off to sleep when Tim asks the question.
“Did you like it?”
Tony mutters something and Tim pokes one of his legs with one foot. “What?”
“I said, yes.”
Tony rolls to face away from Tim; still holding his pillow tightly and there is a long pause.
“Good.”
Tim sounds far too satisfied but Tony figures he’ll worry about what the other man’s planning tomorrow.
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Date: 2010-08-16 10:53 pm (UTC)I like a dominant Tim and a Tony who actually isn't the answer to all of the life's questions. I think if they were in a relationship Tim would be calling Tony out on shit all the time.
I tried to make it as funny and light hearted as I could but that scene in the show where Tony superglues Tim's fingers to his keyboard always looked painful.
I was going to make it kinkier too but I didn't know how much or what kinks my prompter was into and I felt like I was pushing it with the cross-dressing and all.
Anyhow glad you liked it.
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Date: 2010-08-30 11:31 pm (UTC)Again, loved it!
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