Knowing that a pink sunset and heart shaped food wouldn’t be appreciated, Justin wrapped up a silky blindfold and mixed a couple of strong drinks for them to enjoy in front of the fire.
Various shapes - triangles, squares, and circles - blink before my eyes every day at work, but the only perfect shape I crave is Justin's heart-shaped ass.
A/N: aaaand that concludes my offering for this year's HSA day. It's been a very inspring fun exciting exprience for me.
Thank you so much my dear friend mander mander3_swish for your inspiring prompt table and for a brilliant beta work.
To those of you who kept reading and leaving such supportive feedbacks- thank you so much. It really means a lot.
It's not a blindfold but one of my silk ties I thought I'd lost, finding it just as I'm about to tie him up, and then he smiles at me, saying he's been missing this game.
Brian stood in the doorway of the conference room, picking non-existent lint from his freshly pressed, newly bought, very Armani gray suit before taking a deep breath and sauntering into the meeting with potential investors for Kinnetik-New York.
How many times did we stay in bed after breakfast? How many times have we fucked after lunch? How many times have I cooked dinner? Being in a relationship is so much more than just food and drink.