Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole
Rope by Margo_Kim
Великолепный текст. Первый раз прочитываешь на одном дыхании - потом возвращаешься, выхватываешь отдельные фразы, рассматриваешь, бередишь свое читательское... что-то там...удивляешься, как настолько тонкими, точными мазками можно было нарисовать настолько искаженную картину.
Tomas is not good enough with rope yet to know the different holds, still learning how to turn some cloth into a bind as awful and inescapable as God's love.
Tomas' touch works Marcus like a bellow. He does not ask if Marcus wishes to breathe. Tomas wishes Marcus to breathe, and that's enough.
Suicide is a sin. So is defacing the flesh God granted you. That's what the priests said, and they also said it wasn't a sin to be defaced in the name of God. Marcus understood. You had to let someone else hurt you. It was a sin to ask. It was a sin to take. Not a sin to be asked. Not a sin to be taken.
Where I Intended to Go by thedevilchicken. "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be".
А вот это как раз похоже на них обоих... насколько возможно, если допустить, что они все-таки решились бы.
"You know, I'm not your girlfriend," Marcus says. "I don't have a husband you can send me back to."
"I didn't imagine you did," Tomas replies, and kneeling there between his thighs he tucks his fingers down into the waist of Marcus's underwear, fumbling in the dark. He pulls down. He moves so he can pull it off entirely, so they're both bare with the sheets pushed back.
"I won't pretend it didn't happen, either," Marcus says. "Don't do it if you'll be ashamed. They'll use it against you."
"I'm not ashamed," Tomas replies. He wraps one hand around Marcus's cock that's lying there half-hard against his belly. "I don't think inexperience is the same as shame. Do you?"
Великолепный текст. Первый раз прочитываешь на одном дыхании - потом возвращаешься, выхватываешь отдельные фразы, рассматриваешь, бередишь свое читательское... что-то там...
Tomas is not good enough with rope yet to know the different holds, still learning how to turn some cloth into a bind as awful and inescapable as God's love.
Tomas' touch works Marcus like a bellow. He does not ask if Marcus wishes to breathe. Tomas wishes Marcus to breathe, and that's enough.
Suicide is a sin. So is defacing the flesh God granted you. That's what the priests said, and they also said it wasn't a sin to be defaced in the name of God. Marcus understood. You had to let someone else hurt you. It was a sin to ask. It was a sin to take. Not a sin to be asked. Not a sin to be taken.
Where I Intended to Go by thedevilchicken. "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be".
А вот это как раз похоже на них обоих... насколько возможно, если допустить, что они все-таки решились бы.
"You know, I'm not your girlfriend," Marcus says. "I don't have a husband you can send me back to."
"I didn't imagine you did," Tomas replies, and kneeling there between his thighs he tucks his fingers down into the waist of Marcus's underwear, fumbling in the dark. He pulls down. He moves so he can pull it off entirely, so they're both bare with the sheets pushed back.
"I won't pretend it didn't happen, either," Marcus says. "Don't do it if you'll be ashamed. They'll use it against you."
"I'm not ashamed," Tomas replies. He wraps one hand around Marcus's cock that's lying there half-hard against his belly. "I don't think inexperience is the same as shame. Do you?"
Но не станет, и даже будет сопротивляться, если Бог поставит перед ним Томаса голым 
