when it comes to keeping things ship-shape, they're overzealous, which is something their mother beat into them. Yes.
Clarification: nothing else to do, really, except be with each other, and Connor wonders if they're playing the 'strangers in a strange land' card for far too long. They've been a few months in Boston, shouldn't they stop holding on so tightly to each other already? Oh, guh.
"You think we should let go of each other so we can be normal again? We are normal. This is normal. You and me and no one else, that's what's regular and always has been." *whimpers*
Connor&Murphy only exists in the moments when they're tangled together, all sweat and sex. *lies down*
In the end, words are very unnecessary because they can only do harm. *points vaguely*
Connor doesn't say anything, just closes his eyes and lets Murphy push him down to the mattress. *gestures, flails, sighs, flops back*
Murphy's wasting the duct tape, Connor points out as his brother tapes Connor's wrists to the wall.
I didn't realise, but I needed this today. Gorgeous, gentle, but resoundingdeep. Very them, very guh, but it's not just a one shot of riciulously hot-ness, there's...things, and new, and reasoning, and then giving up thinking about it and just going for this, for touch, for skin on skin on sweat on slipping grip.
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Yes.
Clarification: nothing else to do, really, except be with each other, and Connor wonders if they're playing the 'strangers in a strange land' card for far too long. They've been a few months in Boston, shouldn't they stop holding on so tightly to each other already?
Oh, guh.
"That's where you're wrong," says Murphy, duct taping Connor's wrists together.
!!! GUH.
"You think we should let go of each other so we can be normal again? We are normal. This is normal. You and me and no one else, that's what's regular and always has been."
*whimpers*
Connor&Murphy only exists in the moments when they're tangled together, all sweat and sex.
*lies down*
In the end, words are very unnecessary because they can only do harm.
*points vaguely*
Connor doesn't say anything, just closes his eyes and lets Murphy push him down to the mattress.
*gestures, flails, sighs, flops back*
Murphy's wasting the duct tape, Connor points out as his brother tapes Connor's wrists to the wall.
Murphy unzips Connor's trousers and replies, "Shut up."
*weak grin*
Nngh.
Also, oh.
Also, yes.
I didn't realise, but I needed this today. Gorgeous, gentle, but resoundingdeep. Very them, very guh, but it's not just a one shot of riciulously hot-ness, there's...things, and new, and reasoning, and then giving up thinking about it and just going for this, for touch, for skin on skin on sweat on slipping grip.
GUH.