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fellowshippers2003-06-22 03:37 pm
tintallesky.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2003-06-22 03:37 pm
Low Down Dirty Sand Shag-Dorli Smut-NC-17
Author: Mandalyn
Title: Untitled...or if you want...Low Down Dirty Sand Shag..cause it kind of works.
Pairing: Dom/Orli
Warning: I don't write smut, usually...but damn if I just had to get it out.
Disclaimer: And I love, am a pathological liar.
Posted three times, cause I am EVIL! My LJ, [Unknown site tag] and here.
Orlando crawled towards Dom, and this time it wasn't Dom wearing the sly cheshire grin, and naturally, Orlando's wasn't quite so crooked. Orlando licked his lips as he inched closer, slowly, very slow, every muscle in his back flexing like a cat, hips undulating like a stripper.
Dom choked on his own breath, trying to think of grandmother's and football and oh God, he's fucking beautiful. Orlando was now just a few feet away, and Dom wondered how someone could slither through sand like that, creep up upon him so gracefully.
And then Orlando was in his face, all wet curls sticking to his bronzed forehead and perfect cheekbones and Dom felt all the blood rush down, down, down, which was where Orlando seemed to be going.
Down, down, down and Dom was too stoned and too drunk and too worn out from riding the waves to do anything more than tilt his head back but still keep his eyes on Orlando's mouth. His mouth, wethotthrummingburningbitinglicking.
Dom made guttural sounds of approval that were more animalistic than English, more carnal then coherent. Moremoremore, he thought wondering how his brain could possibly work when it was recieving no blood flow at all.
And then he didn't wonder about anything at all, because his orgasm knocked him flat on his back; or maybe it was Orlando pressing him down, kissing him with deep tongue and the taste of himself.
Title: Untitled...or if you want...Low Down Dirty Sand Shag..cause it kind of works.
Pairing: Dom/Orli
Warning: I don't write smut, usually...but damn if I just had to get it out.
Disclaimer: And I love, am a pathological liar.
Posted three times, cause I am EVIL! My LJ, [Unknown site tag] and here.
Orlando crawled towards Dom, and this time it wasn't Dom wearing the sly cheshire grin, and naturally, Orlando's wasn't quite so crooked. Orlando licked his lips as he inched closer, slowly, very slow, every muscle in his back flexing like a cat, hips undulating like a stripper.
Dom choked on his own breath, trying to think of grandmother's and football and oh God, he's fucking beautiful. Orlando was now just a few feet away, and Dom wondered how someone could slither through sand like that, creep up upon him so gracefully.
And then Orlando was in his face, all wet curls sticking to his bronzed forehead and perfect cheekbones and Dom felt all the blood rush down, down, down, which was where Orlando seemed to be going.
Down, down, down and Dom was too stoned and too drunk and too worn out from riding the waves to do anything more than tilt his head back but still keep his eyes on Orlando's mouth. His mouth, wethotthrummingburningbitinglicking.
Dom made guttural sounds of approval that were more animalistic than English, more carnal then coherent. Moremoremore, he thought wondering how his brain could possibly work when it was recieving no blood flow at all.
And then he didn't wonder about anything at all, because his orgasm knocked him flat on his back; or maybe it was Orlando pressing him down, kissing him with deep tongue and the taste of himself.
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