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animeartistjo) wrote2008-10-10 01:48 am
animeartistjo) wrote2008-10-10 01:48 am
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O. M. G. Almost PWP!
HEY GAIS! I ALMOST WROTE PORN. OF OUR FAVORITE VARIETY. BUT. ONLY ALMOST. SHOULD I REALLY MAKE IT R?
Dissan gaped, “Cory?”
His counselor gave him a pointed glare and shook a thick sheaf of papers at him, “This report needs Your Majesty’s immediate attention. I apologize for interrupting your evening pleasures, but these must be signed and delivered to Agoria by dawn.” He frowned at his unresponsive king. “Your Majesty?”
Dissan snapped his mouth close, “Cory, why in Jeval’s Name are you in courtesan dress?” Dissan watched, fascinated, as a delicate pink blush painted itself across his advisor’s high cheekbones.
“Your servants mistook me for a Madame and had stripped me of my robes and dressed despite my protests.” Corelis looked down at himself, a frown on his face. Shaking back the sheer sleeves that draped his arms, the counselor again proffered the documents, “If Your Majesty will just sign these…”
Without ever taking his eyes from Corelis, Dissan Magicked his signature on the necessary pages and Sent the whole docket to the Secretariat.
“That was unexpected. Should I continue presenting you your work at night for it be done and done early?” Corelis’s frown deepened and concern replaced his former dry humor, “Your Majesty? Are you all right?” The slender official carefully approached his frozen liege, the long, flowing costume he wore whispering against his bare legs as he crossed the tapestry-covered floor. “Dissan?”
Dissan had been surprised at Corelis’ change of appearance. As Corelis spoke, he could only stand still, taking in the sight of his pushy advisor in the filmsy, delightfully revealing robes his usual companions of the night wore and tried not to be so undignified as to drool. Normally swathed in impressive-looking, thick robes that made him look much larger than he actually was, Corelis's usual clothes still did nothing to hide his flawless complexion and eyes the rare Slyvian blue. Cory’s voice, slightly breathy from the unaccustomed lightness of his clothes, made him move.
As if in a trance, the blond reached over and pulled a long hank of thick, black hair over the other man’s shoulders and brought it to his nose. Closing his eyes, Dissan inhaled the light scent—not floral, but enticing in a way Dissan had never encountered before.
“D-Dissan?”
Dissan opened his eyes and saw that, unconsciously, he had drawn the shorter man flush against him and had buried his face in the crook of Corelis’ neck. Giving in to the urge, Dissan nuzzled the pale flesh, tasting the soft skin. Delicious... Who knew that the perpetually strict Lord Corelis Ranisis could taste so sweet?
Dissan leisurely licked and kissed his way up the pale column of Cory’s neck, causing the younger man to fist his hands in the king’s loose robes and arch into the sensation.
So? *clutches hands*
Edit: Okay, I reread it and proofed it--so your eyes won't bleed anymore!
Dissan gaped, “Cory?”
His counselor gave him a pointed glare and shook a thick sheaf of papers at him, “This report needs Your Majesty’s immediate attention. I apologize for interrupting your evening pleasures, but these must be signed and delivered to Agoria by dawn.” He frowned at his unresponsive king. “Your Majesty?”
Dissan snapped his mouth close, “Cory, why in Jeval’s Name are you in courtesan dress?” Dissan watched, fascinated, as a delicate pink blush painted itself across his advisor’s high cheekbones.
“Your servants mistook me for a Madame and had stripped me of my robes and dressed despite my protests.” Corelis looked down at himself, a frown on his face. Shaking back the sheer sleeves that draped his arms, the counselor again proffered the documents, “If Your Majesty will just sign these…”
Without ever taking his eyes from Corelis, Dissan Magicked his signature on the necessary pages and Sent the whole docket to the Secretariat.
“That was unexpected. Should I continue presenting you your work at night for it be done and done early?” Corelis’s frown deepened and concern replaced his former dry humor, “Your Majesty? Are you all right?” The slender official carefully approached his frozen liege, the long, flowing costume he wore whispering against his bare legs as he crossed the tapestry-covered floor. “Dissan?”
Dissan had been surprised at Corelis’ change of appearance. As Corelis spoke, he could only stand still, taking in the sight of his pushy advisor in the filmsy, delightfully revealing robes his usual companions of the night wore and tried not to be so undignified as to drool. Normally swathed in impressive-looking, thick robes that made him look much larger than he actually was, Corelis's usual clothes still did nothing to hide his flawless complexion and eyes the rare Slyvian blue. Cory’s voice, slightly breathy from the unaccustomed lightness of his clothes, made him move.
As if in a trance, the blond reached over and pulled a long hank of thick, black hair over the other man’s shoulders and brought it to his nose. Closing his eyes, Dissan inhaled the light scent—not floral, but enticing in a way Dissan had never encountered before.
“D-Dissan?”
Dissan opened his eyes and saw that, unconsciously, he had drawn the shorter man flush against him and had buried his face in the crook of Corelis’ neck. Giving in to the urge, Dissan nuzzled the pale flesh, tasting the soft skin. Delicious... Who knew that the perpetually strict Lord Corelis Ranisis could taste so sweet?
Dissan leisurely licked and kissed his way up the pale column of Cory’s neck, causing the younger man to fist his hands in the king’s loose robes and arch into the sensation.
So? *clutches hands*
Edit: Okay, I reread it and proofed it--so your eyes won't bleed anymore!