FIC: Bad Cop, Good Criminal (2/3)
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hoosierbitchTitle: Bad Cop, Good Criminal (2/3)
Author:hoosierbitch
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: El/Neal/Peter
Notes: First part can be found here. This fic is a a single-line extra for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo! The squares are: film/photography, authority figures, pervertibles, and phone sex. For the middle square I chose painplay.
Summary: PORN!
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“Look at you – no, Neal, don’t move. Just let me look.” He makes sure Neal’s facing at the camera before he takes the picture and then smirks while Neal blinks away the effects of the flash. “You’ve got no self-control at all, do you? Shooting your wad like a fucking teenager.” Neal’s flush is immediate, his cheeks turning a flaming red.
He tries to twist his hips away to shield himself from Peter’s eyes and from the camera – Peter steps on Neal’s hip lightly and keeps him pinned down. Neal’s cock is soft and messy with come; it twitches under Peter’s gaze.
“Do you know why you get in trouble, Neal?” Neal shakes his head. “It’s because you have no impulse control.” It’s a common argument between them. Familiar ground. Neal rolls his eyes and Peter moves his foot from Neal’s hip to his dick. Presses down just a bit and listens to Neal’s bitten-off cry – El loves it when Neal’s vocal. He presses down harder to make sure Neal’s whimper is loud enough for El to hear. With his arms still bound Neal has no leverage, no way to fight back, no hope at all of escaping – but he really does have poor impulse control. He has to try. Every twist of his body presses his cock harder against the rough sole of Peter’s boot and wrings some new sound from his throat.
“The suspect’s resisting again, sir.”
“Am I on speaker phone?”
He turns it off and puts the phone to his ear, shifts his weight until Neal’s grunting and panting, lost in the sensation – too far gone to pay attention to Peter’s conversation. “You’re off speakerphone.”
“I’m so fucking turned on right now, Peter. These pictures are - fuck. I wish I was there, but I have to say, I’m kind of getting into this phone thing. Just imagining what you’re doing, filling in the blanks between the sounds you’re making and the pictures – it’s a lot better than the porn the hotel’s got on the TV, I’ll tell you that.”
“What do you wish we were doing?” he feels like he’s in a porno. Like he’s playing a character, like he’s performing, that it’s not about his pleasure. It’s about Neal and El. He likes it this way.
“In my head you’re fucking Neal with the baton. The handle – it’s ridged, right? And you don’t prep him. He doesn’t deserve it. So you just lube it up and fuck him with it until he’s hard again.”
“What do you want me to do then?”
“Then you take pictures of it. And – and fuck him. Come in his ass and then lick it out of him. Make him come all over himself just from your tongue in his ass, and then make him fuck himself with the baton until he comes again.”
Neal’s crying. He’s got his eyes closed but tears are dripping down into his hair, he’s writhing almost helplessly against Peter’s foot. His cock’s half-hard already.
“I am to please.” The table scrapes on the floor when he pulls Neal off the ground and pushes him face-first onto it. “Stay.” He puts El back on speakerphone and puts the cell next to Neal’s head so that she can listen to him sob.
He leaves Neal there, slumped across the wooden surface, his arms still bound. A bit of come drips off of his cock and onto the floor. He’ll have to remember to clean that up. Or remember to make Neal lick it up. He makes a mental note and grabs the bottle of lube from his belt. It’s the same size as a canister of mace. Neal had made a lot of stupid jokes about the outfit. Was Peter a Female Body Inspector, was that his nightstick in his pocket or was he just happy to see him – that and a slew of other puns, each worse than the one before. Peter knows it’s just because he was nervous, but that hadn’t made it any less irritating.
He slicks up the handle of his nightstick and presses it against Neal’s hole. The baton’s almost two inches in diameter. It looks incredibly hot pushing against the sensitive pink skin. He’d fucked Neal that morning, both of them lazy with sleep, the curtains closed and the lights off. Fucking him again now without prep shouldn’t be a problem.
“Open up, sweetheart.” It shouldn’t be a stretch, only – Neal’s resisting him. Shifting on the table every few seconds, his hands curled into fists. “You fighting me, Neal?” Neal doesn’t say anything but his knuckles are turning white, the tendons in the back of his neck are standing out.
Peter puts the nightstick down on the table and strips off his uniform. Tosses it on the floor and then moves to stand between Neal’s legs. Neal needs him to be a partner, not a master. He bends down so that his chest is pressed against Neal’s back. Until he’s touching as much of Neal as he can reach. “What’s going on?”
He kisses the back of Neal’s neck while he waits for an answer. Glances at the phone as if El could somehow see him, step in and help out, figure out what’s happening. “I didn’t mean to,” Neal finally whispers.
“What didn’t you mean to do?” El asks.
“I didn’t mean to come, earlier. When you kicked me. We can do it again, if you want. I mean – I know this is just a game, but I – I didn’t mean to ruin it for you. I don’t know why I came. I didn’t think I would, I just – ”
“Oh, Neal – ”
“I’ve got this one, El.” He stands up and pulls Neal with him. Turns him around and kisses him softly. “I didn’t know you were going to come either, Neal. If I had – hey. Neal. Look at me.” Neal’s eyelashes are clumped together. And he’s blinking too fast. He’s better at handling torture than he is at being honest. “It’s my job to make sure I don’t ask you to do something you can’t do.” He has to hold on to Neal’s face to keep him from looking away.
“You’re amazing, Neal. But everyone has limits. I didn’t know how much you’d like what I was doing – didn’t know I’d keep going the way I did. Now we know. And I promise that I’ll be more careful next time.” He hates the look that’s on Neal’s face right now. He kisses Neal against so he won’t have to see it.
“Um – I’ll let you two go, shall I?”
Neal breaks the kiss by shaking his head. “No, El, don’t go yet – we can keep going.” He breath is shaky but his smile’s steady, the movement of his hips against Peter’s is confident. “Come on, Officer. Don’t you need to punish me?”
“Neal, stop it.” His eyes are still red from crying. And it doesn’t look the least bit sexy anymore. “I’m done.”
“But – but you haven’t even come yet.”
No, he hasn’t. And he’s still hard. Having Neal pressed up against him tends to have that effect. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of that myself.”
He tries to step back but Neal won’t let go of him. “Let me? Please?”
“I can’t.”
“I’ve got an idea.” They both turn to stare at the phone – Peter’d forgotten she was listening for a minute. “How about we try something a little different? Maybe Neal deserves a reward for good behavior instead of a punishment.”
Neal’s looking back and forth, now, from the phone to Peter’s face, checking his reaction. “But I haven’t earned my reward yet. And you two had more plans, right?”
He still doesn’t get it. “El’s right. You deserve a reward.” Because if he stopped right then, Neal would feel like he’d failed. And that’s not something Peter wants to live with. “So. What do you want?” Neal’s eyes instantly go to the nightstick. “And don’t just tell us what you think we want to hear. What do you want? You know we’ll be happy no matter what.” Neal had wasted a lot of time at the beginning of their relationship doing his best to con them – keep them happy, give them what they wanted, be who they wanted him to be – they’re past that now. Neal just - needs to be reminded, every once in a while.
“I want…I want you to fuck me with the nightstick. And I’m not just saying that, Peter, I’ve been thinking about it ever since you bought it.”
But Peter doesn’t know if he can do it. He doesn’t feel like a character, anymore – he just feels like Peter Burke. Middle-class and middle-aged and a bit out of his depth, with Neal so eager to please and El thousands of miles away. Neal needs him. And, as so often happens when he feels torn between impossible choices, El solves his problem. “Peter, why don’t you fuck him first?”
“I really don’t see how that’ll help, honey.” Neal’s already kissing his way down Peter’s jaw line, though, as if El’s suggestion had been another order.
“It’ll be good for both of you. You can make up your mind about continuing with the nightstick and the roleplaying afterwards.”
He feels like he should protest a little more. But Neal’s kissing his neck, now, and he is still hard, and if both El and Neal said that he should…
“We should take this up to the bedroom.”
“You know what’s in the bedroom?” El’s voice has gone a bit quieter so he picks up the phone to answer.
“What?”
“The computer.”
“And?”
“There’s a webcam on that computer, Peter.”
“Perfect,” Neal decides, grabbing the lube, nightstick, and Peter.
“When did my life turn into a porno?” he mutters when Neal pushes him onto the bed and sets about doing something complicated on the computer.
“When you were lucky enough to meet me.”
“I didn’t meet you, I pursued you. Because you stole a Renoir. And my car.”
“You never proved that. And also, there was a bus stop less than two blocks away, so really, you should be thanking me. Now stop talking shop, you’re killing the mood.” Neal clicks something and all of a sudden El’s face is filling the screen.
“Hey,” Peter whispers. He misses her. Suddenly, painfully, overwhelmingly. He misses falling asleep next to her and waking up with her in his arms.
“Neal – would you please kiss my husband for me?” Neal’s quick to oblige. And it’s sweet, it’s sweet and hot and Neal’s a great kisser – but he misses Elizabeth. “Peter – could you please kiss my lover for me?” Neal’s grin matches his own. He twists them around and stretches them both out on the bed. He kisses Neal on the lips, then the dip of his chin, the curve of his jaw, the hidden space behind his ear.
Neal’s never been good at waiting. He arches his back to press their erections together and wraps his legs around Peter’s waist. “Fuck me.”
He spares a glance for the screen and sees that El’s moved away from the laptop. She’s sitting up against the headboard in some nondescript hotel room with her clothes off and her hand between her legs. He groans at the sight and bites Neal’s neck a bit too hard; the hiss of Neal’s breath is hot against his skin.
He fumbles for the lube and spills a bit too much of it onto his hand. He’s going to take his time opening Neal up, this time. He’s prepared for an argument about it but Neal just smiles at him and spreads his legs. He understands.
One finger’s not really much of a stretch, but he spends a few minutes playing with just one finger in Neal’s tight hole, twisting around inside of him, until Neal’s pushing back urgently, looking for more. The stretch is harder with three fingers. Neal stops moving and just stares at the ceiling, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He looks over at El every so often. To make sure she’s got a good view of Neal writhing on the bed, to see if she’s come yet. Neal’s pleading with Peter to fuck him by the time El comes – he wipes the excess lube onto his cock and nudges up against Neal’s hole as he watches his wife orgasm onscreen. It really is like porn. Better, though. A lot better. Because Neal’s saying his name over and over, Peter, Peter, Peter and El’s pulling her screen closer to watch them – he puts on a good show for her. Slides in so slowly it’s torture for both of them, and then all the way back out, over and over again until he thinks the slow friction’s going to drive them all mad.
“Fuck him, Peter. Fuck him hard.”
He fucks Neal until the only sound he can hear is the smack of his hips against Neal’s ass and the breath getting knocked out of him in guttural little huh’s, surprised and pained.
He loves fucking Neal face to face. Loves watching his face twist in exaggerated expressions, loves watching him lose control. Mostly, he loves the way Neal feels around his cock. Slick and hot and tight – he loves the way Neal looks and sounds but mostly, he loves the way Neal feels.
He fucks Neal until El works herself to another orgasm. He has no idea how many times she’s come already. Her hair’s sticking to her neck and teasing over her shoulders, he wants to brush it back for her but contents himself with sucking a hickey on Neal’s shoulder so that El can listen to him gasp. She cries out when she comes – she’s so quiet, usually, but not now, no, now she’s crying out and writhing against her own hand – he puts his hands under Neal’s thighs and pushes as far inside his body as he can.
He doesn’t know how long his orgasm lasts. When the world stops blurring before his eyes he can feel Neal’s fingers gently running through his hair, he hears El telling Neal what she’d liked most about the pictures. He pulls Neal closer so that he won’t slip out. He’s not ready yet. Neal, however, is still hard. He wriggles his hips as if to remind Peter of the fact. The movement is almost painful on his oversensitive cock.
“So,” El says. “How about that nightstick?”
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Author:
hoosierbitch Rating: NC-17
Pairing: El/Neal/Peter
Notes: First part can be found here. This fic is a a single-line extra for
kink_bingo! The squares are: film/photography, authority figures, pervertibles, and phone sex. For the middle square I chose painplay.Summary: PORN!
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“Look at you – no, Neal, don’t move. Just let me look.” He makes sure Neal’s facing at the camera before he takes the picture and then smirks while Neal blinks away the effects of the flash. “You’ve got no self-control at all, do you? Shooting your wad like a fucking teenager.” Neal’s flush is immediate, his cheeks turning a flaming red.
He tries to twist his hips away to shield himself from Peter’s eyes and from the camera – Peter steps on Neal’s hip lightly and keeps him pinned down. Neal’s cock is soft and messy with come; it twitches under Peter’s gaze.
“Do you know why you get in trouble, Neal?” Neal shakes his head. “It’s because you have no impulse control.” It’s a common argument between them. Familiar ground. Neal rolls his eyes and Peter moves his foot from Neal’s hip to his dick. Presses down just a bit and listens to Neal’s bitten-off cry – El loves it when Neal’s vocal. He presses down harder to make sure Neal’s whimper is loud enough for El to hear. With his arms still bound Neal has no leverage, no way to fight back, no hope at all of escaping – but he really does have poor impulse control. He has to try. Every twist of his body presses his cock harder against the rough sole of Peter’s boot and wrings some new sound from his throat.
“The suspect’s resisting again, sir.”
“Am I on speaker phone?”
He turns it off and puts the phone to his ear, shifts his weight until Neal’s grunting and panting, lost in the sensation – too far gone to pay attention to Peter’s conversation. “You’re off speakerphone.”
“I’m so fucking turned on right now, Peter. These pictures are - fuck. I wish I was there, but I have to say, I’m kind of getting into this phone thing. Just imagining what you’re doing, filling in the blanks between the sounds you’re making and the pictures – it’s a lot better than the porn the hotel’s got on the TV, I’ll tell you that.”
“What do you wish we were doing?” he feels like he’s in a porno. Like he’s playing a character, like he’s performing, that it’s not about his pleasure. It’s about Neal and El. He likes it this way.
“In my head you’re fucking Neal with the baton. The handle – it’s ridged, right? And you don’t prep him. He doesn’t deserve it. So you just lube it up and fuck him with it until he’s hard again.”
“What do you want me to do then?”
“Then you take pictures of it. And – and fuck him. Come in his ass and then lick it out of him. Make him come all over himself just from your tongue in his ass, and then make him fuck himself with the baton until he comes again.”
Neal’s crying. He’s got his eyes closed but tears are dripping down into his hair, he’s writhing almost helplessly against Peter’s foot. His cock’s half-hard already.
“I am to please.” The table scrapes on the floor when he pulls Neal off the ground and pushes him face-first onto it. “Stay.” He puts El back on speakerphone and puts the cell next to Neal’s head so that she can listen to him sob.
He leaves Neal there, slumped across the wooden surface, his arms still bound. A bit of come drips off of his cock and onto the floor. He’ll have to remember to clean that up. Or remember to make Neal lick it up. He makes a mental note and grabs the bottle of lube from his belt. It’s the same size as a canister of mace. Neal had made a lot of stupid jokes about the outfit. Was Peter a Female Body Inspector, was that his nightstick in his pocket or was he just happy to see him – that and a slew of other puns, each worse than the one before. Peter knows it’s just because he was nervous, but that hadn’t made it any less irritating.
He slicks up the handle of his nightstick and presses it against Neal’s hole. The baton’s almost two inches in diameter. It looks incredibly hot pushing against the sensitive pink skin. He’d fucked Neal that morning, both of them lazy with sleep, the curtains closed and the lights off. Fucking him again now without prep shouldn’t be a problem.
“Open up, sweetheart.” It shouldn’t be a stretch, only – Neal’s resisting him. Shifting on the table every few seconds, his hands curled into fists. “You fighting me, Neal?” Neal doesn’t say anything but his knuckles are turning white, the tendons in the back of his neck are standing out.
Peter puts the nightstick down on the table and strips off his uniform. Tosses it on the floor and then moves to stand between Neal’s legs. Neal needs him to be a partner, not a master. He bends down so that his chest is pressed against Neal’s back. Until he’s touching as much of Neal as he can reach. “What’s going on?”
He kisses the back of Neal’s neck while he waits for an answer. Glances at the phone as if El could somehow see him, step in and help out, figure out what’s happening. “I didn’t mean to,” Neal finally whispers.
“What didn’t you mean to do?” El asks.
“I didn’t mean to come, earlier. When you kicked me. We can do it again, if you want. I mean – I know this is just a game, but I – I didn’t mean to ruin it for you. I don’t know why I came. I didn’t think I would, I just – ”
“Oh, Neal – ”
“I’ve got this one, El.” He stands up and pulls Neal with him. Turns him around and kisses him softly. “I didn’t know you were going to come either, Neal. If I had – hey. Neal. Look at me.” Neal’s eyelashes are clumped together. And he’s blinking too fast. He’s better at handling torture than he is at being honest. “It’s my job to make sure I don’t ask you to do something you can’t do.” He has to hold on to Neal’s face to keep him from looking away.
“You’re amazing, Neal. But everyone has limits. I didn’t know how much you’d like what I was doing – didn’t know I’d keep going the way I did. Now we know. And I promise that I’ll be more careful next time.” He hates the look that’s on Neal’s face right now. He kisses Neal against so he won’t have to see it.
“Um – I’ll let you two go, shall I?”
Neal breaks the kiss by shaking his head. “No, El, don’t go yet – we can keep going.” He breath is shaky but his smile’s steady, the movement of his hips against Peter’s is confident. “Come on, Officer. Don’t you need to punish me?”
“Neal, stop it.” His eyes are still red from crying. And it doesn’t look the least bit sexy anymore. “I’m done.”
“But – but you haven’t even come yet.”
No, he hasn’t. And he’s still hard. Having Neal pressed up against him tends to have that effect. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of that myself.”
He tries to step back but Neal won’t let go of him. “Let me? Please?”
“I can’t.”
“I’ve got an idea.” They both turn to stare at the phone – Peter’d forgotten she was listening for a minute. “How about we try something a little different? Maybe Neal deserves a reward for good behavior instead of a punishment.”
Neal’s looking back and forth, now, from the phone to Peter’s face, checking his reaction. “But I haven’t earned my reward yet. And you two had more plans, right?”
He still doesn’t get it. “El’s right. You deserve a reward.” Because if he stopped right then, Neal would feel like he’d failed. And that’s not something Peter wants to live with. “So. What do you want?” Neal’s eyes instantly go to the nightstick. “And don’t just tell us what you think we want to hear. What do you want? You know we’ll be happy no matter what.” Neal had wasted a lot of time at the beginning of their relationship doing his best to con them – keep them happy, give them what they wanted, be who they wanted him to be – they’re past that now. Neal just - needs to be reminded, every once in a while.
“I want…I want you to fuck me with the nightstick. And I’m not just saying that, Peter, I’ve been thinking about it ever since you bought it.”
But Peter doesn’t know if he can do it. He doesn’t feel like a character, anymore – he just feels like Peter Burke. Middle-class and middle-aged and a bit out of his depth, with Neal so eager to please and El thousands of miles away. Neal needs him. And, as so often happens when he feels torn between impossible choices, El solves his problem. “Peter, why don’t you fuck him first?”
“I really don’t see how that’ll help, honey.” Neal’s already kissing his way down Peter’s jaw line, though, as if El’s suggestion had been another order.
“It’ll be good for both of you. You can make up your mind about continuing with the nightstick and the roleplaying afterwards.”
He feels like he should protest a little more. But Neal’s kissing his neck, now, and he is still hard, and if both El and Neal said that he should…
“We should take this up to the bedroom.”
“You know what’s in the bedroom?” El’s voice has gone a bit quieter so he picks up the phone to answer.
“What?”
“The computer.”
“And?”
“There’s a webcam on that computer, Peter.”
“Perfect,” Neal decides, grabbing the lube, nightstick, and Peter.
“When did my life turn into a porno?” he mutters when Neal pushes him onto the bed and sets about doing something complicated on the computer.
“When you were lucky enough to meet me.”
“I didn’t meet you, I pursued you. Because you stole a Renoir. And my car.”
“You never proved that. And also, there was a bus stop less than two blocks away, so really, you should be thanking me. Now stop talking shop, you’re killing the mood.” Neal clicks something and all of a sudden El’s face is filling the screen.
“Hey,” Peter whispers. He misses her. Suddenly, painfully, overwhelmingly. He misses falling asleep next to her and waking up with her in his arms.
“Neal – would you please kiss my husband for me?” Neal’s quick to oblige. And it’s sweet, it’s sweet and hot and Neal’s a great kisser – but he misses Elizabeth. “Peter – could you please kiss my lover for me?” Neal’s grin matches his own. He twists them around and stretches them both out on the bed. He kisses Neal on the lips, then the dip of his chin, the curve of his jaw, the hidden space behind his ear.
Neal’s never been good at waiting. He arches his back to press their erections together and wraps his legs around Peter’s waist. “Fuck me.”
He spares a glance for the screen and sees that El’s moved away from the laptop. She’s sitting up against the headboard in some nondescript hotel room with her clothes off and her hand between her legs. He groans at the sight and bites Neal’s neck a bit too hard; the hiss of Neal’s breath is hot against his skin.
He fumbles for the lube and spills a bit too much of it onto his hand. He’s going to take his time opening Neal up, this time. He’s prepared for an argument about it but Neal just smiles at him and spreads his legs. He understands.
One finger’s not really much of a stretch, but he spends a few minutes playing with just one finger in Neal’s tight hole, twisting around inside of him, until Neal’s pushing back urgently, looking for more. The stretch is harder with three fingers. Neal stops moving and just stares at the ceiling, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
He looks over at El every so often. To make sure she’s got a good view of Neal writhing on the bed, to see if she’s come yet. Neal’s pleading with Peter to fuck him by the time El comes – he wipes the excess lube onto his cock and nudges up against Neal’s hole as he watches his wife orgasm onscreen. It really is like porn. Better, though. A lot better. Because Neal’s saying his name over and over, Peter, Peter, Peter and El’s pulling her screen closer to watch them – he puts on a good show for her. Slides in so slowly it’s torture for both of them, and then all the way back out, over and over again until he thinks the slow friction’s going to drive them all mad.
“Fuck him, Peter. Fuck him hard.”
He fucks Neal until the only sound he can hear is the smack of his hips against Neal’s ass and the breath getting knocked out of him in guttural little huh’s, surprised and pained.
He loves fucking Neal face to face. Loves watching his face twist in exaggerated expressions, loves watching him lose control. Mostly, he loves the way Neal feels around his cock. Slick and hot and tight – he loves the way Neal looks and sounds but mostly, he loves the way Neal feels.
He fucks Neal until El works herself to another orgasm. He has no idea how many times she’s come already. Her hair’s sticking to her neck and teasing over her shoulders, he wants to brush it back for her but contents himself with sucking a hickey on Neal’s shoulder so that El can listen to him gasp. She cries out when she comes – she’s so quiet, usually, but not now, no, now she’s crying out and writhing against her own hand – he puts his hands under Neal’s thighs and pushes as far inside his body as he can.
He doesn’t know how long his orgasm lasts. When the world stops blurring before his eyes he can feel Neal’s fingers gently running through his hair, he hears El telling Neal what she’d liked most about the pictures. He pulls Neal closer so that he won’t slip out. He’s not ready yet. Neal, however, is still hard. He wriggles his hips as if to remind Peter of the fact. The movement is almost painful on his oversensitive cock.
“So,” El says. “How about that nightstick?”
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Date: 2010-07-27 04:16 am (UTC)Have I mentioned that I love you? I mean really really love you? Looking forward to the next installment!
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Date: 2011-06-01 07:53 pm (UTC)THANK YOU! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
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Date: 2010-07-27 04:20 am (UTC)Oh man, I love me some emotional intelligence with my porn. Sweet and hot!
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Date: 2011-06-01 07:54 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
Love it!
Date: 2010-07-27 05:20 am (UTC)Re: Love it!
Date: 2011-06-01 07:54 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2010-07-27 06:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-01 07:54 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the reply! And, obvs, I am so so happy to be your friend. :D
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Date: 2010-07-27 06:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-01 07:54 pm (UTC)LOL
Thanks, darling!
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Date: 2010-07-27 11:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-01 07:54 pm (UTC)Thanks, darling!
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Date: 2010-07-27 12:48 pm (UTC)But this is so full of win in so many other ways. I love how Neal was still so unsure of himself, but even more, I love how Peter went from Dom to dumb in the face of Neal's real anxiety. And El being the hot, bright center.
The three of them are such terrific and multidimensional human beings, albeit with an enormous capacity for sexual inventiveness.
Thank you bb for such hot and intelligent smut. Drove the aches and pains away like magic!
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Date: 2011-06-01 07:55 pm (UTC)Thanks, Elr! :D :D :D I really appreciate it!
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Date: 2010-07-27 02:09 pm (UTC)I also love the way you portrayed Neal's vulnerbality, and how Neal's still learning to say what he wants instead of what he thinks Peter and El need to hear.
And I adore this line: “I didn’t meet you, I pursued you. Because you stole a Renoir. And my car.”
More please . . .
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Date: 2011-06-01 07:55 pm (UTC)Thank you so, so much. This feedback is seriously wonderful. :D :D :D
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Date: 2010-07-27 04:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-01 07:55 pm (UTC)Thanks, darling! :D
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Date: 2010-07-28 03:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-01 07:55 pm (UTC)Thanks, darling!
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Date: 2010-07-29 05:35 am (UTC)And I'm really impressed by how even the story was between the three partners. Writing three characters in a sex scene is damn hard, and you nailed it!
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Date: 2011-06-01 07:56 pm (UTC)Thanks, darling! :D :D :D
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Date: 2010-08-09 09:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-01 07:56 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2014-03-09 03:34 am (UTC)Additionally, the scene is scorching hot!
“It’s my job to make sure I don’t ask you to do something you can’t do.” He has to hold on to Neal’s face to keep him from looking away.