Fuck, George was tight, using his inner muscles to hold him, clenching around him. Bones' hands held tight to George's hips, hard enough to probably bruise, but he was beyond worrying about that right now. George was flushed and pink, looking debauched and wanting more, wanting to be just fucked, and Bones wanted nothing more right now than to give it to him, a good, hard fucking. What he'd wanted since the day they'd met.
He pulled out all the way, taking a deep breath as he surveyed George's long back, smooth skin, broad shoulders, his head handing in front of him. It was gorgeous, perfect, and right now, all his. Bones slapped his ass hard, as if to remind him of who was back behind him, then gripped George's hips and pushed in again, over and over, before reaching a punishing speed.
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Re: George/Bones
Date: 2010-02-21 03:27 am (UTC)He pulled out all the way, taking a deep breath as he surveyed George's long back, smooth skin, broad shoulders, his head handing in front of him. It was gorgeous, perfect, and right now, all his. Bones slapped his ass hard, as if to remind him of who was back behind him, then gripped George's hips and pushed in again, over and over, before reaching a punishing speed.