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Title: crawl under my skin
Author: hoosierbitch
Rating: NC-17
Series: Horrible Pleasure part 1 / part 2 / Part 3 (Or you can find the entire piece at AO3)
Warnings: Piercing kink (and related minor bloodplay), painplay.
Notes: Ash - I am sorry that this took me so long to finish! I hope you like it! Thank you for being such a wonderful, amazing, supportive friend.

Summary: Now take your clothes off and get on your goddamn knees, or I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to sit down without screaming.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking forward to this. Since long before he’d taken Neal into the bathroom and seen the art Neal had pierced through his skin, bent him over the sink and tortured him until he’d come. Months longer. Since he’d first seen Neal talk to a victim, voice low and careful, body language submissive and patient.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t wanted to take Neal home and make his body bend to Peter’s whim. So instead of lying, he said nothing. He and Neal made their way up to the guest bedroom in silence. Matching hard-ons tenting their slacks. He’d played with Neal’s dick the whole drive home. Teasing it and smacking it. He couldn’t wait to play with Neal some more.

“If you want to change your mind,” Neal said quietly when Peter closed the door behind them. “I’ll understand. What you and – what you and Elizabeth have is a one of those once-in-a-lifetime things, and I – ”

“I’m not going to change my mind,” Peter said, because he’d been waiting for someone like Neal for years.

“But if you do,” Neal continued. “It’ll be okay. You said no strings attached, for me, right? And the same thing goes for you.”

Peter smiled at him. And marveled at how honest Neal was when it came to love. Neal might not follow rules that dealt with money and property, might play fast and loose with the laws Peter’d vowed to uphold, but this – this Neal understood. Probably better than Peter did.

“Fair enough,” he agreed. “Fair enough. Now take your clothes off and get on your goddamn knees, or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down without screaming.”

Neal moaned at the order, moaned and swayed on his feet as if the sound of Peter’s voice (deep and certain and out of place in their beige suburban house) was the best thing he’d ever heard.

Neal stripped quickly. Tossed his clothes into the corner and then hesitated, looking around the room and then back at Peter. “On the floor,” he directed. “At the foot of the bed.” Neal hastily obeyed. He looked gratifyingly comfortable on his knees.

Then he gazed up at Peter through dark lashes, and Peter just – Peter wanted. Wanted to mark the smooth skin stretched out before him. Wanted to tangle his hands in Neal’s hair and whip the piercings off his back and bite bruises into his skin and collar him, Peter – Peter wanted Neal. In his bed and on his knees and in the mornings, when he’d be sore and tired, in the evenings when he’d be like this, desperate with anticipation – he could see no end to his hunger.

“I’m going to try something,” he said. “And if you don’t like it, that’s fine. We’ll do something else. Okay?” Neal nodded, and Peter pulled Satchmo’s leash from where he’d put it on the dresser. Dark, smooth leather, about six feet long. It would work perfectly.

He clipped the end of it onto the middle of Neal's corset piercing and then looped it around the bedpost before pulling it taut. Neal started to shuffle backwards when Peter pulled the leash a little tighter, but froze as soon as Peter raised an eyebrow. He was going to have so much fun with this.

"Is this okay with you?" he asked. "Or does this make you feel like you're tied down?" Neal shook his head. "You've got to talk to me, Neal, I’m not a mindreader. And I need to know what's going through your head."

Neal licked his lips and took a moment before answering. Peter could see him mentally pulling himself together. He palmed his cock. There was something beautiful about that little moment. Neal without his masks. Neal, just a little bit out of control. "I don't feel tied down," Neal said, shifting on his knees, tugging at the leash, moaning at the tight pressure on the rings.

"And do you have a safeword that you’re used to?"

"Red," Neal whispered.

Peter nodded. "Good. If you use that, I'll stop whatever I'm doing, okay? And at least for a while, if you say no, or say stop - I'm going to stop. This isn't rape play. It gets to be too much, we'll take a break. Sound good?" Neal's cock was softening. Nerves setting in, maybe. Or maybe just the wait starting to get to him.

Peter wrapped the leather securely around his hand and pulled it tight. Neal moaned again, his cock jumping, a bit of precum dripping down onto his thighs.

Peter unzipped his slacks one-handed and pulled his cock out. "Suck it."

Neal shifted forward, trying to obey - and gasped when Peter didn't give him any slack. He couldn't quite reach. An inch too far away, even when he leaned forward as carefully as he could, craning his neck around. Peter waited. Neal would figure it out.

It took him another minute. And then he stuck his tongue out. And licked the very tip of Peter's cock.

He almost came. Just from that. The flicker of Caffrey's tongue against his slit, the image of his partner on his knees, every muscle straining because he wanted to make Peter feel good. The pain was evident on his face.

His own hand holding the leash firmly held Neal in place. If he let go, Neal would probably fall forward. "Good boy," he whispered, and Neal's eyelids fluttered shut, his tongue licking more aggressively. Peter gave him an inch more on the leash and Neal groaned gratefully.

He kissed the tip of Peter's cock before sucking on it. Pressed his lips right up against it. Peter rewarded him with a burst of precum, slicking up his lips. Neal licked them before he took the head of Peter’s dick into his mouth.

"Oh," Peter said. "I almost forgot! Stay there, I've got to go get something." He let go of his leash and watched Neal's features crumple with pain, the tension and release of the chain settling through the rings in his back.

Then he went to the drawer where he kept his toys. Some of them were for him, some of them were for El, and some of them - some of them had been there for years. Taken out of their packaging and washed and set aside. Just - just waiting for someone to come along. Someone like Neal.

He found the nipple clamps and took them out. “You’ve really never had your nipples pierced?” he asked, turning around and letting Neal get an eyeful of the metal clamps and the chain connecting them. Neal’s cock was so hard it was bumping up against his stomach.

“No,” Neal said. “I’ve had – I’ve had needles put through them. But that was – that was just for a few minutes.”

“I bet that hurt,” Peter murmured, looking at Neal’s pink nipples. It must have looked gorgeous. “Pinch them until they’re hard for me, okay? Show me how you like it.”

Neal nodded. And licked his fingers before he started playing with them. Peter gave up on being a passive participant and walked back over, shoved his cock into Neal’s throat. “You just push my legs or hips if I go too deep or you can’t breathe, baby, okay?” He waited until he felt the slight pressure of Neal trying to nod with Peter’s dick in his mouth before he started fucking him. Picked up the leash, tugged it until Neal whimpered, and fucked his pretty little mouth.

“Now put this on,” he ordered after a few minutes.

He handed Neal the nipple clamps and pulled out until just the head of his dick was in Neal’s mouth. Neal sucked on it obediently while he tightened the clamps on his sore, swollen nipples. He hadn’t been playing gently with himself, and his fingers were clumsy on the screws.

“Tighter,” Peter chided him. Neal sucked harder and tightened the screws until he was trembling, trying to pull away from his own fingers but not wanting to stop sucking Peter’s dick, trying to move forward but stopped by the tension of the leash.

Peter picked up the chain connecting the clamps and tugged it a few times to make sure it was secure. Then he sorted out the chain and the leash so that he could hold them taut in the same hand. So that he could pull Neal’s flesh in opposite directions. His nipples were an angry, swollen red, drops of blood were trailing down from his piercings and over the curve of his tight ass. His cock was so hard, so wet with precum - Peter was pretty sure he was about to come.

“Hands behind your head,” he whispered, and Neal obeyed. His arms were trembling. Peter watched him for a few minutes. Tugged randomly on the chain and leash. Watched Neal struggle to control himself, to obey, to let go. It would take a while for him to learn all of Neal’s tells, all of his wants, all of his limits. He changed the position of his hand and pulled up on the nipple clamps until Neal had to raise himself up off the ground a few inches. His thighs started to shake with the strain of staying exactly in position. It was a good look on him.

“Can you come from this?” he asked. Neal shook his head. Sweat was starting to drip down his chest. “What else do you need?”

Neal moaned pitifully, but Peter wasn’t going to relent. Neal had to get used to communicating with him. Even when it was embarrassing, even when it made him nervous – he’d get used to it. When he realized Peter was just going to keep waiting until he answered, Neal rolled his eyes. Peter tugged on the leash, hard, and Neal’s back arched, his mouth opened on a soundless cry – another quick pull and Neal shouted, a hoarse, ugly sound, before Peter loosened his hold again. “What do you need?”

“Let me suck your cock,” Neal whispered, voice shaking. “Just – please, just let me suck your cock.”

“I didn’t ask what you needed to do so that I could come,” Peter said, starting to get a bit frustrated. “I asked what you needed so that you could come.”

“Your cock,” Neal said. “I can – and I’ll come,” he whispered, a blush staining his cheeks.


Peter wished that El was there. To see Neal, so perfectly open, so absolutely beautiful. He knew he wouldn’t be able to describe it correctly, wouldn’t be able to get across the impact of seeing Neal, just like this. How powerful and trusted and careful Peter felt. How – how real Neal looked. Sweaty and hard and shaking, lips parted, waiting. It seemed wrong, to keep this to himself. Too important not to share with her.

He stepped forward and readjusted his hold on the leash and chain. “Put your hands on my hips. If it gets to be too much, you just push me away.” Neal’s hands settled on his hips. Neal’s graceful fingers on his body, brushing the bit of skin over his slacks and under his shirt, his left thumb resting against the base of his cock – Neal hadn’t touched him until now.

And for some reason, it felt – it felt shockingly intimate. Maybe the most intimate thing they’d done. No matter that he’d already made Neal come, ordered him around, seen him naked, seen him honest - the brush of Neal’s thumb against his skin startled him. Neal’s hands resettling, figuring out how they fit best on Peter’s body – and it terrified him.

He said Neal’s name, rough and quiet, and wished he’d thought to turn on the radio or something. The silence made him feel awkward. Uncomfortable. “Neal?”

Neal looked up at him. Familiar blue eyes, tangled hair, lips already swollen. And he realized – Neal already knew. What Peter had just realized. Had known at lunch, when he’d offered Peter his first out. When he’d insisted that Peter be careful. Talked about Elizabeth, and what this would mean for all of them – Neal had already known that this wasn’t just going to be about sex. Couldn’t just be about sex. Not with what they’d gone through together, not with who they were to each other.

Elizabeth must have known, too. Probably months before when she’d first started talking about how Neal looked at him. How he looked at Neal. Started talking about all the trips to the clubs he took that left him feeling out-of-place and still hungry, the toys he bought that he knew she wouldn’t want to use.

“Are you sure?” he asked. And Neal’s eyes softened. He smiled at Peter, small and grateful. And then he swallowed Peter’s cock until his lips were pressed up against his own thumb, gently rubbing at the sensitive skin at the base of his cock. He took Peter’s dick deep in his throat, his talented tongue working it for all he was worth.

Peter swore. Swore and then bent down so that he could run his hand down Neal’s back. Over the piercings. Until his hand was slick with sweat and blood and Neal was swallowing convulsively around his cock.

Peter could feel his ribs expand as his breath hitched, as he started to sob. He was still careful with his teeth and eager with his lips and tongue and Peter stood up and grabbed the leash. And fucked Neal’s throat and pulled at the chain until Neal screamed. Put one hand on the back of Neal’s head, pulled him in until he was gagging on Peter’s cock. Then he put his other hand on the leash and pulled it up, and to the sides, and then just as hard as he could without pulling the piercings out.

Neal came before he did.

He’d learn to wait until Peter gave him permission, but for now, he helped Neal finish. Fucked his throat as Neal writhed, semen splashing on his thighs and stomach. Held the leash still so that it only hurt when Neal moved, and Neal couldn’t help but move – the orgasm tore through his body with too much force. His fingernails dug into Peter’s skin, but he didn’t push him away. He pulled him closer.

Neal came first, but Peter wasn’t far behind.

It spilled out of Neal’s mouth. He swallowed as much of Peter’s come as he could, but some of it escaped past his stretched lips. Neal’s mouth overflowed with it, it dripped out of the corners of his mouth. Peter pulled at Neal’s piercings until new tears spilled out of his mouth. And came even harder.

“Perfect,” he murmured, pulling out and rubbing his thumb over Neal’s cheekbones, waiting patiently while he caught his breath.

“You said,” Neal whispered, voice hoarse (Peter’s dick twitched, thinking about his bruised throat). “You said you’d fuck me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He looked Neal over. He was utterly exhausted. His cock was limp between his thighs, his body covered with sweat and semen. “And I always keep my promises. But there’s no rush,” he said quietly, and Neal closed his eyes and looked away. His body sagged back against the bed.

“Yeah,” Neal said quietly. “I’ll just – just gotta clean up first.” And then he actually tried to leave. He tried to fucking go home. Wrecked and tired and obviously a bit fragile, coming down from the rush of an intense day – Peter fought down the need to find every person who’d ever fucked Neal and made him take care of himself afterwards, and teach them all a goddamn lesson about how to treat your sub. Neal started to stand up but all it took to get him to stop was a hand on his shoulder.

“You’ll learn that I have some rules,” Peter said. Gently running his hand down Neal’s arm. “The most important one is that you have to let me take care of you. Got it? The bed’s not just there so I can tie you to it, you know. And we can swing by June’s on the way in to work tomorrow so that you can change your clothes.” Neal looked confused. And nervous. And like he was about to try and bolt.

“If you let me take care of you,” Peter said, “I’ll give you a blowjob.” Neal’s eyes went wide. “You let me help you into the shower, and feed you some dinner, and tuck you into bed, and tomorrow morning I’ll suck your dick. Now. Do we have a deal?”

Neal grinned at him. “You drive a hard bargain, Agent Burke.” And then Neal kissed him. It would have been chaste if Peter’s come hadn’t been drying on Neal’s lips. Peter licked it off and then licked his way into Neal’s mouth.

He took the nipple clamps off, then. While Neal was relaxed and comfortable in his arms. He cried out when Peter slowly unscrewed the clamps. It must have been excruciating. The blood flowing back into them after being so tightly held, a rush of new pain through an already oversensitive body. His hands were bruise-tight on Peter’s biceps, and he held Neal through it as best as he could.

“Fuck,” Neal hissed, dragging in a shaky breath.

“Imagine what it’ll feel like when we get them pierced,” Peter said. Neal’s cock twitched where it lay across his thigh. “When I put a chain through the loops. I’ll be able to pull as hard as I want.”

“If you’re not going to fuck me,” Neal said, “then you have to stop saying shit like that.”

Peter grinned. “It’s a deal. Now come on, let’s get you in the shower. And then you can turn those puppy dog eyes on El. If we’re lucky, maybe she’ll make us dinner.”

Neal let Peter help him stand and hobble to the bathroom. He left Neal there with the shower running and went out to the hallway. He let himself collapse a bit, then. Slumped against the wall and held his face in his hands.

El found him like that. “Did something go wrong?”

He shook his head. “It went – it went right,” he said. And felt miserable about it. El looked him over and then pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m not letting go of you, Peter Burke,” she said firmly. “I’m not losing you, and I’m not going to let you get hurt. So don’t you dare feel guilty about what happened. You needed that,” she said, and then paused. “You need this,” she corrected, before kissing him carefully.

“This is going to be complicated,” he warned.

She smiled at him. “You’re just now figuring that out? You’re not always the brightest bulb in the chandelier, are you?”

“Can we really do this?” he asked.

She reached up and cradled his face in her hands. “I think we owe it to ourselves to give it a damn good shot.”

He put his hands over hers and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Something tight and apprehensive in his chest finally let go. “He was beautiful,” he whispered.

“So are you,” she replied. And he held his wife and waited for his lover and felt safe and loved and wanted. Together, they’d give it their best shot.

Feedback is loved and adored!

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Date: 2010-06-10 03:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] photoash.livejournal.com
<3 this is amazing O_O OMG I'm not sure where to even start <3 with how awesome it is :D

I love how Peter was so rough with Neal, right from the start, and how much Neal loved it!! OMG That he just needed to suck his cock to come was mega hot <3 and then he got some aftercare <3 and Peter was a responsible dom!

And then we got to see Peter freaking out a bit afterwords which was lovely to see and have Elizabeth to lean on. It was so lovely how all three of them worked together in their own ways in this <3


*hugs* <3 I appreciate it and you are an awesome and amazingly supportive friend as well <3

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
YAY! I'm so glad that you liked it! Sorry that it, uh, took me four months to get it finished...


♥ ♥ ♥

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] surreal-44.livejournal.com

I think this is my favoritest story of yours ever!!!!! And I like so many of them, that's saying something!!!!

I LOVE this Peter. Good Dom, knows how to treat his sub. And Neal, so vulnerable right after. And Protective!Peter comes out for a bit.

And El. OMG, EL. She is so fucking amazing. I would love to see you do something with her in it. Just watching or whatever, but she should see it. :-D

I love how Peter is watching Neal, making mental notes. He pushes Neal but he isn't cruel. He's figuring out how they'll work together.

Piercings are some of my favorite types of kink, and this is just lovely.

Great job!!!!!!!!!

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Oh, gosh, thanks, surreal! I'm so glad that you liked this, I really appreciate the wonderful feedback! It was a lot of fun to write.

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Date: 2010-06-10 05:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asimaiyat.livejournal.com
Aw, I love Peter insisting on taking care of Neal. <3 I'm such a sucker for stuff like that. I love all the ways you show how intimate they are.

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thanks, bb! I'm thrilled that you liked it. Writing competent!dom!Peter was a lot of fun.

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Date: 2010-06-10 06:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smokexscribbles.livejournal.com
Oh Peter, you champion of sub drop. How I love you. And El! El who appeared in this fic for five seconds and was fantastic for all of them. El is excellent.

And Neal is just. Plain. Hot. “Let me suck your cock,” Neal whispered, voice shaking. “Just – please, just let me suck your cock.” OMNOMNOM

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com


I'm thrilled that you liked it, thanks for the feedback. :D

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Date: 2010-06-10 07:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
LOVE all the courage it takes the characters to agree to do this, and the way they read each other's needs so well.

also how deliciously toppy Peter is. mmmmm

Great fic!!

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thanks, Daria! I'm thrilled that you liked it. Your feedback is lovely and wonderful and very much appreciated. ♥

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Date: 2010-06-10 12:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] secretsolitaire.livejournal.com
I love the way Peter takes care of Neal, and Elizabeth takes care of Peter. Beautiful.

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thanks, bb! I'm thrilled that that dynamic worked for you. :D

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Date: 2010-06-10 01:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] elrhiarhodan
Lady - your writing gets better and better and better. I don't need to tell you how hot the sexy!bits are...but what really blows my mind is how well your gone into the psyche of these characters. I never feel like I'm reading something that could be about any two bodies coming together...this is clearly Peter Burke and Neal Caffrey - and Elizabeth Burke.

There is so much going on here - but what I really love is the aftercare - and when Peter realizes (obviously experienced Dom that he is) just how difficult this will be because he actually loves Neal - it's more than just fulfilling desire, its about the heart and the mind.

I also want to say that when I woke up at 2 am and compulsively opened my laptop and read this, I thought I was dreaming. I read it again at 3 am and again at 5:30. And once more at 8:30. It's still incredible

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Date: 2010-06-10 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
You know JUST how to put a ridiculous smile on my face, Elr. ♥

Thank you so, so much. I'm so glad that this fic worked for you, and that it was IC. It really was a lot of fun to write.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Date: 2010-06-10 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penguingal.livejournal.com
Holy crap. I-

Excuse me. I need to go over there and wait for coherence to return. I'll give you real feedback when it does.


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Date: 2010-06-10 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com



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Date: 2010-06-11 02:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penguingal.livejournal.com
OKay, so, like, a FULL DAY later, I can finally offer real feed back on this story and the whole series.

I loved every INCH of these fics. It just makes perfect sense to me that Neal would have a piercing kink. And the way you describe it, the way Peter responds to it... omguh.

The way you write El... man, I love you for her. She is amazing and real and I'm so happy that you didn't just gloss over what her boundaries and needs might be.

The most striking part of this particular installment is definitely the mix of caring and love and raw need. That moment when Peter realizes that it can't be just sex with them is jaw-droppingly, panty-wetting good.

I just--I love this and I love you. Be mine forever? **bats eyelashes** :D

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Date: 2010-06-12 03:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com


This makes me SO HAPPY.

I'm so glad you liked El! I love her so much, I'm glad she worked well in this fic (even if she wasn't an active participant in the sexytimes).

Be mine forever?


Porn really DOES bring people together! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

♥ ♥ ♥
Edited Date: 2010-06-12 03:54 pm (UTC)

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Date: 2010-06-10 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] onceuponalegend.livejournal.com
This is...just amazing. Once again you manage to make it ridiculously hot and still have so much emotion there. Your Peter and Neal are now my head canon. I adore them.
That said, I did want to point something out.
"It spilled out of Neal’s mouth. He swallowed as much of Peter’s come as he could, but some of it escaped past his stretched lips. Neal’s mouth overflowed with it, it dripped out of the corners of his mouth. Peter pulled at Neal’s piercings until new tears spilled out of his mouth. And came even harder."
This paragraph feels awkward to me, a little redundant, I think. Also, there's a typo in the second-to-last sentence. I think you probably meant to say "new tears spilled out of his eyes", rather than his mouth.
Anyhow, I loved this whole series, and you have suceeded in giving me yet another kink I never knew I had.

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Date: 2010-06-10 08:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed the story, and I've fixed that error!

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Date: 2010-06-12 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] orphica.livejournal.com
I loved this. I love that Peter was already "secretly" into it and that they're the perfect match for each other in all ways, work and bed. I love that El is involved too and I'd so love a fic where she does watch!

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Date: 2010-06-12 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm working on my threesome-fu. Hopefully I'll get some OT3 fic finished soon - thank you for the wonderful feedback, and for the encouragment! :D

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Date: 2010-09-05 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blackchaps.livejournal.com
This was smokin' hawt.

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Date: 2011-01-17 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thank you! (And apologies for being so late to reply!)

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Date: 2011-02-20 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eyeofthestate.livejournal.com

Ahem... good job!

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Date: 2011-06-01 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hoosierbitch.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!!! :D

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