“Chris,” Zach whispered, leaning over him, expression deep. “You were a published author before you were twenty.”
...
“God,” Zach pulled away to mutter, mouth moving down Chris’ neck. “Do you have any. Fucking. Idea. Just how sexy. That is?”
HOLYFUCK. literary/word kink is my favorite and this fic is like one big, awesome porn-y present. and believe me zachary, i know how you feel. god forbid one of my friends ever tells me theyre a published author...shit will go down.
“Literary whore.”
AND PROUD OF IT BB.
They don’t call it a lie; it’s not really, more of an omission.
no subject
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“God,” Zach pulled away to mutter, mouth moving down Chris’ neck. “Do you have any. Fucking. Idea. Just how sexy. That is?”
HOLYFUCK. literary/word kink is my favorite and this fic is like one big, awesome porn-y present. and believe me zachary, i know how you feel. god forbid one of my friends ever tells me theyre a published author...shit will go down.
“Literary whore.”
AND PROUD OF IT BB.
They don’t call it a lie; it’s not really, more of an omission.
Genius last line. Genius.