|O Romeo:||I will write my character missing/looking for yours.|
|O Juliet:||I will write about my character's feelings for yours.|
|O Macbeth:||I will write about how my character kills yours.|
|O Hero:||I will write about my character mourning yours.|
|O Puck:||I will write about my character pranking yours.|
|O Titiana:||I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.|
|O Oberon:||I'll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.|
|O Hal:||I will write about our characters doing something rebellious together.|
|O Iago:||I will write about my character manipulating yours.|
|O Othello:||I will write about my character being deceived by yours.|
|O Beatrice:||I will write about my character falling in love with yours.|
I don’t….remember posing for this one…
God I look so young here.
My how life changing you.
Winding up a towle to snap Jim’s little arse since he pulled out the camera.
But I love having pictures of you…
I know love, that’s why I smile.
Only if you can find one that doesn’t make my shoulders look too big.
And I’d have to watch my figure.
Oh, you’ll be gorgeous.
Except I’d rather see you in a black tux. With red lining.
Sounds lovely. Will you be in a matching one or your own flare?
Seb cried out and writhed under Jim, his nerves buzzing. The only thing he could see or think about or smell or hear was Jim. But he still ached for more, grabbing at his Boss for more, pleading desperately with his eyes, unable to form words that weren’t gobbled up by a moan or a gasp.
Jim took that as his cue to keep going, tightening his grip on Sebastian’s shoulder and thrusting harder, his momentum and the volume of his moans increasing with each snap.
“I’m… Seb.. Close,” he managed when he could feel his orgasm coming.
Seb thrashed his head side to side, the sensations mingling with the drawl from Jim’s lips made his arousal swell, his head cloudy with impending release. Gritting his teeth he meet every thrust eagerly and choked out,
“Fuck, Jim. So’m I. Uh!” He writhed and ached, his muscles tweaking roughly.
Eat your heart out.