Theoretically speaking...
Friday, May 29th, 2009 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsaikoIf I were writing a story about a werewolf detective and his hot partner being locked in a room by an evil villain on the night of the full moon where the werewolf detective's "primal instincts" take over, what would I name him and his partner? And then if the werewolf's ex shows up to watch, what would I name him?
Hypothetically.
PS - a name for the villain would be awesome as well because I am drawing a big old blank. Not that I'm writing this as we speak *cough*cough*
EDIT: And there certainly aren't a few paragraphs of porn .
His legs shook as Nickolas pushed into him. Not because it hurt. Dylan had made sure he was stretched out before letting Nickolas near him. No, the reason his legs shook was because Nickolas was big. Almost too big. As Nickolas slowly filled him, inch by inch, Dylan had the thought that it was too much. His partner wouldn't fit. It was the same thought he had every time they had sex when Nickolas was in werewolf form.
And every time Nickolas proved him wrong. Sooner that Dylan would have thought possible, his partner was pressed all the way into him. It was hard to think. Hard to breath. He knew he was making little gasping noises with every intake of air and couldn't seem to stop. Dylan's head was bowed, weight resting on his elbows and his blonde hair hanging in his eyes.
Nickolas wasn't much better. The werewolf's weight rested heavily on his back, a solid line of warmth composed of skin and fur that ran from his shoulders to where they were pressed together as tightly as two people could be. Dylan could feel his partner's breath as Nickolas panted next to his ear.
There was always this moment of stillness, where neither one of them could quite believe that they were joined together. The sheer intimacy of it was overwhelming. But it wouldn't last. Instincts would drive Nickolas to move and it would be all over.
Before that could happen though, the door slid open.
Hypothetically.
PS - a name for the villain would be awesome as well because I am drawing a big old blank. Not that I'm writing this as we speak *cough*cough*
EDIT: And there certainly aren't a few paragraphs of porn .
His legs shook as Nickolas pushed into him. Not because it hurt. Dylan had made sure he was stretched out before letting Nickolas near him. No, the reason his legs shook was because Nickolas was big. Almost too big. As Nickolas slowly filled him, inch by inch, Dylan had the thought that it was too much. His partner wouldn't fit. It was the same thought he had every time they had sex when Nickolas was in werewolf form.
And every time Nickolas proved him wrong. Sooner that Dylan would have thought possible, his partner was pressed all the way into him. It was hard to think. Hard to breath. He knew he was making little gasping noises with every intake of air and couldn't seem to stop. Dylan's head was bowed, weight resting on his elbows and his blonde hair hanging in his eyes.
Nickolas wasn't much better. The werewolf's weight rested heavily on his back, a solid line of warmth composed of skin and fur that ran from his shoulders to where they were pressed together as tightly as two people could be. Dylan could feel his partner's breath as Nickolas panted next to his ear.
There was always this moment of stillness, where neither one of them could quite believe that they were joined together. The sheer intimacy of it was overwhelming. But it wouldn't last. Instincts would drive Nickolas to move and it would be all over.
Before that could happen though, the door slid open.
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Date: 5/30/09 11:19 am (UTC)Also, tsaiko baby, that was fabulous porn. Maybe you should, idk, write more?
Also, villain=Klaus/Derek/Dimitri ?