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Fortuna

Title: Fortuna Red
Author: Stateira
Beta: Noneeeee
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Original Characters / Pairing: M / M
Rating: NC17
Notes: This stuff here is written for the p0rn fest of fanfic_italia . The prompt is evil "cigarette burns".



Doukas so that Victor wants to stop smoking his Lucky Red crap while he's sucking cock as much as enthusiasm may, nestled on the couch at home. Mumbles disapprovingly every time I hear exhale the smoke with more satisfaction than it does for some wriggle particularly guessed his tongue.
- Go ahead. - Victor says, kindly, but with hand falls like a guillotine on the neck of Doukas and forced him to sit still so far from sweet. Doukas not even think about it, to stop: just the tip of my tongue felt the unmistakable taste of the droplets of pre-orgasm, salted and intoxicants. Additionally, the consistency of the establishment of Victor has softened slightly, an unmistakable sign that is to come. The way getting to know someone really well and make oral sex. Do not you imagine the amount of shades of grimaces, groans and reactions that can take on a male body with a tongue wrapped around the bird.
Victor, in addition, we add the smoke, the smell and with sudden bursts of the wrist, when he has to shake off the ashes.
He does not particularly bother, it's more his roommate Danish complains about the smell of cigarette that is left to pollute the apartment after Victor had his orgasm. No, he's not here nothing annoys, Victor, on the contrary: when can sleep there for him, he likes that it fits in the ashy sheets wrapped in the smell of his fortunes. It enables you to fantasize about being a lying demon, a jinn by the skin of fire.
Doukas was born twenty-four years ago, but there seems to be forever. Besides, is greek, and everything that is greek has always existed. It is like the greek olive oil, and Victor will never learn to pronounce his name as it should, with the final that they just can not grind his teeth. You the whole atmosphere, though, because its appearance is not that good Hellenic is rather small, black, black hair, but has the pale skin and fine features, cream, as if it would interfere with his presence. He has a habit of frown, and is able to express almost any emotion in thousands of different ways. His specialty is the inappropriate sarcasm, such as when it interrupts a stunning blow to complain: - Please, you must turn off the cigarette? -
speaks English quite well, although it tends to express itself in a somewhat 'school like all students of languages.

Victor shows no sign of having heard. He wants to come too, and after that wants to strip Doukas badly and return the favor by folding against the back of the sofa to get your knees on the cheek. Perhaps, then, could have sex free of the compulsive rush of the first orgasm, and then he would enjoy that little body greek agile as ivy, that one day of the first three months occurred before saying, "The examination Contemporary History I do it just because you're the assistant professor. "
- Oooooh, Doukas. -
Victor is not a type of many words, and when it should be simply does it. He presses the palm on the forehead of Doukas to recline up, so that your palate will become a perfect wall to sink against the latest pressures tightened before splashing. He, however, has English as its fortunes, and has a bitch face, from apathetic, because they simply know the story so well from living outside of time, like a guy specialized in reading the policy page of newspapers. He turned thirty a month ago, but Doukas said that he has twenty-seven, just for the sake of lying.
raised him with dismissive gestures, but without malice. I want to do harm in a moment, still panting with my heart in my throat for swallowing, because it is just by looking in that state he can have it come back hard in a minute. While
tirarselo embraces life to the side, a thought pierced his head that take students home is immoral. Who smoke marijuana together is illegal. What, in short, the only acceptable thing in all this is that two consenting adult men and have sex.

Doukas has always triumphant expression when it believes it really did enjoy. The trouble is that it has a great intuition. Idly, Victor with his arms around him and does what he does best, that fill their world with the smell of spices and the torrid heat of his gestures. He does squatting like a puppy, belly, and Doukas already trembling to the anticipation. It's a little pervert who goes mad for Victor of his nationality, rather than the person he is, but that does not matter to him, because for that day three months before he decided that he would fell in love with him. drown face between the legs of Doukas and breathe deeply of the smell strong, hormone of sex. She kisses him on the very root of the penis, rubbing his chin just dimpled the short beard, and Doukas is already in heaven, judging from the screams that hunt. The skin of her thighs is white, and it is his, and is so buttery and smooth does not even seem like a man, and he would, would ...

- Shit! - Doukas screams indignantly. - I've burned, it hurts! - Victor

bites his lower lip as a sign of remorse, but the damage is done, and is not repentant at all. The purple dot Doukas printed on the skin, just at the point where the buttock curve inwards to hide her luscious little hole, is proof of the crime, and the butt of Fortune is still hot the murder weapon.

- I'm sorry. - Purr, knowing well what it's like her voice its beautiful, if some of the lower tone. Doukas looks at him with a look that would be severe, but the way in which readjusts the couch is clear that would only continue to be fucked with his tongue, burning or not burning. Victor puts it to him in without ceremony, making large movements with his head as he pleases, and Doukas cries, and has already forgotten everything.

If we put enough effort, then you can convince him that it was an accident.