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[forthedog]

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"God, just fucking..." He's laughing again, tugging at the hem of Neil's shirt, because it's a warm night and he wants to feel bare skin under his hands. They could do this mostly clothed, and it might be a little safer that way, but if they're going to fuck on the goddamn Compound roof he doesn't see much point in doing things in half measures.

"You're amazing," he murmurs, hands moving hungrily up Neil's back.

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[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He makes a quiet, questioning noise, not really sure what Neil's even talking about until he glances down. "Oh. Yeah." He shrugs. "I wanted to get one and I figured I wouldn't think it was stupid in ten years." He's not sure now if he'd thought about the symbolism before or after. Maybe at the time it had just been a neat design.

"It's Celtic."

[little_moons]

"Well, if nothin' else, it's kinda hot," I murmur, thumb brushing over the inked design, teasing even though it's true. Then again, I think pretty much everything about him's hot.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Good, 'cause it's not like it's coming off," he says, grinning again and letting his eyes slip closed. It feels good, just that little touch. Everything feels good.

"Now we just need to find someone."