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[forthedog]

"Better use the time I have, then," he breathes, the hand at Neil's cheek sliding around to the back of his neck and tangling in wet hair, dragging his head back just a little to expose his throat. In the water all his movements are at half speed, and he slowly rolls his hips forward, already starting to harden, pressing Neil's legs further apart with his body.

"Know what I did here for the first time?" Because he's just remembered it.

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[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"And you're so fucking funny," he groans, shifting against him but unwilling to pull away immediately. He slides his hand lightly up Neil's side, fingers still slippery with come, not that it matters. It'll all come off in the water.

He leans down, presses a kiss to the side of Neil's neck, just over a faint mark his teeth had left, already fading. "Love you."

[little_moons]

"How's that for romance," I murmur, cracking one eye open and twisting just enough to flash him a playful grin over my shoulder. With the move, his cock shifts, sending little aftershock sparks along my overstimulated nerves and I hum low in my throat, shivering faintly under that light brush of his fingers.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Told you," he says, finally shifting back and away with a quiet sound, hands still on Neil's hips. "Hobbes does the romance. Not my gig." He grins then as his heels touch the edge and an idea comes to him, and his hands close a little tighter on Neil's body.

"Like, this isn't fucking romantic at all," he says, and lets himself fall backward into the water, pulling Neil with him.

[little_moons]

Well, fuck.

There's a moment where I think maybe I won't fall, maybe by force of will I'll stay on my feet, but he drags me down like an anchor at my back. I go over the edge with a shout, and after one moment of weightlessness, just long enough to drag in a lungful of breath, the water closes over my head and the whole world's knocked off its axis.

Fucking free fall, all over again.