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Title: Photoshoot
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fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: ToshiyaxDie
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It was supposed to be just a normal photoshoot for the band, but somehow Die has serious troubles concentrating, as this one single incident from the past keeps on haunting him and doesn’t leave him alone.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is something I wrote a while back but only now got around to posting it. It popped into my mind one night when I dreamed half of it, and I just couldn’t rest before actually writing it down as well. Dedicated to my hunney, for being an endless source of inspiration and for kicking my butt whenever needed ;) <3 And for proofreading this for me too!
The stuff written in italics is all flashbacks, and the other stuff is present time. I hope it’s all clear enough^^ And now I'll stop babbling and go get some tea. I got a nasty cold D:
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The band photoshoots almost always began with the group photos. It’s easy to warm up with those, to get them all into the flow of being pictured and prepare them for the individual pictures that always need more focusing than the group ones. Usually Die loves the group-photos since it gives him the opportunity to watch his fellow bandmates and maybe learn something from them, or then plainly just amuse his mind by seeing how different all of them are with this too.
This time it’s all different though. He can’t focus. He can’t keep his mind together for long enough to even strike a good pose and look good for the camera. Thankfully it all happens by itself and he doesn’t need to aim for it purposefully, since his mind definitely isn’t into this at all now. He’s watching, unable to tear his gaze away from his friend, who’s standing just a couple of meters away from him.
“Come on, Die, I’ve been waiting for you ages now!” An annoyed voice cut through the air as Toshiya apparently was tired of flipping through the magazines in the redhead’s apartment while the aforementioned owner of the apartment was occupying the bathroom. “It can’t take you so long to fix your hair. Come on, I styled mine in five minutes and you’re trying to make me believe that you need more than half an hour!”
He sauntered towards the bathroom and yanked the door open, only to spot his friend standing in front of the mirror, still fighting with the hairspray and the long red strands, which obviously weren’t really co-operative that day. “I’m sorry,” Die gave a crooked little grin, turning towards the other man with the hairspray in his hand. “Somehow I’m a little out of it today.”
Toshiya didn’t reply, instead allowing his eyes to roam over his friend’s appearance in an evaluating manner. He had to admit, the redhead looked amazing, and maybe it had been worth it to spend ages in the bathroom. Although he could hardly imagine that the time had done much good, seeing how gorgeous the other man was to begin with. One look at the hair and he grabbed the older man’s wrist, dragging him out of the bathroom. “It looks good enough. Now let’s go! I bet the whole club will be dead once we get there finally!”
Die has always been attracted to Toshiya, on some level at least. First it had begun as mere envy because if one asked him the bassist had the better body, more confidence and natural talent for the visual aspect of their job. Still with time it developed and now, now it has turned into pure admiration without that tinge of envy laced into it. He knows that he’s plain attracted to his friend, and he knows that he can’t make it disappear anymore. It has taken long enough for him to admit it in the first place.
He can’t suppress it. Especially not now. Not after what happened.
The smoky air in the bar made Die cough and he instantly tried to soothe it by taking a sip from his drink. Toshiya’s fear of the club being dead when they’d get there had proved to be completely needless. The place was still swarming with people and they have been there for hours now. Die had no idea how many of these colourful drinks he had had already, but this certainly wasn’t the first one. He had just lost Toshiya a moment ago when the younger man had wanted to go dancing and the masses of people had somehow swallowed him. Soon the familiar face re-appeared almost right in front of him though, a wide smile revealing the bassist’s crooked teeth.
“There you are! I got you another one of these.” Toshiya handed his friend another one of those drinks, this time it was bright orange and Die vaguely remembered he had drunken one of those earlier that night. With a smile he accepted the glass, winking at the other man while taking a sip. “If I didn’t know better I would swear you’re trying to get me drunk.”
That made Toshiya laugh and he shook his head, his eyes sparkling. “No-ho. I don’t need to get you drunk. And even if I did, I’d rather slip something into your drink since it’d be cheaper for me.” He winked as well, and for a second there was something unreadable in his expression, a wicked sparkle deep in his eyes. Die’s heart missed a beat and to cover it he took a sip of his drink, pretending to be completely casual. “You don’t need to get me drunk?” He repeated the first sentence, arching one of his delicate eyebrows questioningly.
“No,” The bassist confirmed, smiling brightly and even shaking his head a bit. “I can get what I want even without that.”
There was a strange feeling in Die’s stomach. It felt as if they were flirting.
Group shots have been taken. Then is the time for the individual photos. ”Any volunteers?” Die doesn’t need to be asked twice and before anyone else can react he has already jumped up on his feet and freewillingly sets out to be the first one to be photographed. He knows that if he’ll first have to witness Toshiya posing for the camera he will have a certain problem disturbing his work. A problem that’s nearly impossible to conceal in the tight leather-shorts he’s wearing.
Somehow he manages to get through the set without even really focusing, the instructions passing by in a haze as he automatically follows the wishes of the photographer. Thankfully they’ve done so many photoshoots before this that it’s no problem, he appears focused even when in reality he’s not. He’s not even aware of the intense gaze that’s following his every move, his every pose and every change in his expression and the way he’s standing.
Die had no idea who had first come up with the idea of him following the bassist to his apartment after they left the club. All he knew was that before he even noticed it, he stumbled over the threshold of Toshiya’s one-room apartment, his friend instantly heading towards the kitchen with a merry “I know I have booze somewhere here!” Meanwhile Die eyed the worn-out couch and the other man’s mattress that was lying on the floor, finally deciding for the mattress as he knew the couch was less than comfortable to sit on.
Soon Toshiya was back with two glasses and a bottle, the glasses somehow ending up forgotten on the floor while they shared the bottle and took a sip straight from it, taking turns. They both were the babbly kind when getting too much to drink, and merry laughter was resonating through the whole apartment constantly. Neither of them knew who had begun it but soon their talk was getting a clear ambiguous undertone, resembling the last moments in the club but taking it even further. Die could’ve sworn that Toshiya was flirting with him, and Toshiya was certain that with a little bit of more to drink they’d drop the decent façade and get from ambiguousness straight to business.
When Die finally is allowed to leave the spotlights he discreetly retreats to the side, hiding in the shadows but making sure he has a perfect view on the place he has occupied just a moment ago. It’s Toshiya’s turn and Die fully well knows it. The bassist always wants to be one of the first to get in front of the camera, claiming that all the waiting ruins his mood and makes his poses forced. As if they ever would be, the guitarist thinks inwardly, Toshiya is a natural born model and the camera loves him.
This time, the camera isn’t the only one who’s caressing the bassist’s features intensely from every angle. Die stands on his place like petrified, not a single expression on his face changing but his mind going hundred miles an hour as memories take over. It doesn’t matter if he wants it or not, everything he sees just reminds him of what had happened. The perfect porcelain skin, the lips now painted icy blue, curling into a small smirk as those dark eyes cast an almost seductive glance at the camera. Those lips…
Lips were searching for lips, hands brushing away unneeded garments and limbs tangling as they both fell on the mattress beside each other. Toshiya’s fingers had found their way into the long, red strands and he instantly used it to his own advantage and pulled his friend closer into the heated kiss. The almost empty bottle of booze was lying beside the bed, neither of them remembering its existence as they had more important things to attend right now. Their hands were getting restless, the heat inside the room multiplying within seconds.
Die’s shirt was the first one to go and Toshiya didn’t remember ever touching a skin so smooth, so soft and so perfect as his friend’s. Admiringly he ran his fingertips along that wide chest, down to the cuff of the redhead’s pants. He simply couldn’t suppress the urge to find out if that skin was so smooth everywhere, wanted to touch, to feel, to explore, to memorize... Long limbs were tangled together, both men seeking for more of the skin on skin contact that made their head spin.
The sheets were crumpling underneath their weight and they were using all of the space on the mattress, turning restlessly, touching, grinding, teasing, needing, exchanging feverish kisses that left them both breathless.
The photographer never seems to be satisfied, the moment dragging on forever. A part of Die wants to just run, wants to escape and try to find something else to occupy his mind, to keep his thoughts off this scenery and the memories that plague his every waking moment. But another part wants to enjoy every second, wants to imprint this into his memory forever like carved in stone, and so he stays. He stays there, standing still on his place and not even blinking as he watches.
Toshiya makes a nearly perfect woman. He’s beautiful for sure, more beautiful than many real women and the make up even accentuates his delicate features. That neck is long and like sculpted from finest stone, ending in shoulders barely narrow enough to pass for a female’s shoulders. Die’s gaze shifts down, along those lean arms to the bassist’s fingers. Instantly he has to swallow hard, he can still feel those fingers on his hips, pulling him closer, gripping tightly.
And Die knows that behind that beautiful costume, behind the feminine clothing and make up, there is a man. He knows it better than anyone else.
Long fingers were curling against smooth skin, the grip tightening until the fingertips dug into the soft flesh, fingernails leaving crescent marks behind. Die barely even noticed the sting though, his whole body burning from the inside and somehow the possessive grip even enhanced those feelings and turned him on. He would’ve never believed he’d find himself on his hands and knees, his friend behind him, all over him, inside of him. Their bodies seemed to fit so well, the bassist keeping the pace slow as he moved his hips, invaded the willing body before him again and again.
Still, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t hold back for longer and had to take what he needed, what his body was yearning for. He picked up both the pace and the force of his thrusts, the guitarist falling forward until his shoulders were resting against the mattress to back him up. A deep thrust instantly made flash of white shoot through Die’s whole being and he arched his back, moaning helplessly as he tried to force the hard flesh deeper into his body, wordlessly begging for the other man to take him harder and claim him as his own.
It all gets too much for Die to handle. He can feel the heat shoot through his body, his cheeks flushing bright red that almost matches his hair and his body beginning to react in a way he’s been trying to avoid throughout the whole day. Murmuring something about a cigarette he flees the scenery, escapes through the backdoor of the studio to get to the back alley. The cool autumn air hits him in the face when he finally gets outside, instantly closing his eyes and breathing in deep to fill his lungs. To calm down.
He turns his back to the door, leans his shoulder against the rough wall beside him and with shaking hands tries to find the pack of cigarettes only to notice he doesn’t have his jacket with him, doesn’t even have his jeans on to get the saving pack from his pocket. There’s really no way to hide cigarettes in these costumes and he curses it now, knowing he can’t go back in there to fetch them without either raising suspicions or making his friends laugh at him.
So he closes his eyes and tries to focus, tries to force the unwanted thoughts away. With no luck.
The only sounds in the room were their simultaneous moans, the heavy ragged breathing, the sound of skin meeting skin and the sheets rustling underneath their moving bodies. The heat seemed to have multiplied, was enough to burst them both and still they wanted more, needed more and were yearning for everything they could get. They were yearning for each other, for the unification and the intense pleasure that was shutting off their whole consciousness. When they finally climaxed neither of them knew who was thrown over the edge first, but it was as if the same bliss was coursing through both of them.
Die was unable to breathe properly, his shoulders pressed far into the mattress and his head tilted to the side so he could gasp for air. Still he barely even noticed as the pleasurable haze was filling every molecule of his being, distracting him from the uncomfortableness. He felt long arms wrap around his midsection and a lean body press closer against his back, and soon he was already pulled to the side. Toshiya didn’t say a single word, just rested on the mattress and pulled his friend even closer until they were in a comfortable spooning position, both drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly something startles him from his thoughts. Long arms sneaking around his waist, wrapping tightly around him, pulling him to a warm body that’s pressing closely against his back. “You enjoyed the show?” A soft voice murmurs into his ear and he instantly notices it’s Toshiya, recognizing the voice and the familiar embrace, the feel of those hands against his body. “Baby,” The voice drops into a seductive purr, something so low one wouldn’t think the bassist is capable of that. “Once we get off I’ll give you a real show.”
The arms loosen and the younger man pulls back, leaving Die feeling a little cold now that he’s standing alone again, leaning against the wall. The voice cuts through the still air once more, something between amusement and playfulness dancing in it. “My place, at eight. And this time,” A soft chuckle. “Don’t run away right afterwards.”
Whether Die wanted it or not, he knew he would comply. He would find himself at the bassist’s apartment and somewhere deep inside he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time either.
He smiled.
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Author:
fonulynRating: NC17
Pairing: ToshiyaxDie
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It was supposed to be just a normal photoshoot for the band, but somehow Die has serious troubles concentrating, as this one single incident from the past keeps on haunting him and doesn’t leave him alone.
Comments:
fonulyn: This is something I wrote a while back but only now got around to posting it. It popped into my mind one night when I dreamed half of it, and I just couldn’t rest before actually writing it down as well. Dedicated to my hunney, for being an endless source of inspiration and for kicking my butt whenever needed ;) <3 And for proofreading this for me too!The stuff written in italics is all flashbacks, and the other stuff is present time. I hope it’s all clear enough^^ And now I'll stop babbling and go get some tea. I got a nasty cold D:
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The band photoshoots almost always began with the group photos. It’s easy to warm up with those, to get them all into the flow of being pictured and prepare them for the individual pictures that always need more focusing than the group ones. Usually Die loves the group-photos since it gives him the opportunity to watch his fellow bandmates and maybe learn something from them, or then plainly just amuse his mind by seeing how different all of them are with this too.
This time it’s all different though. He can’t focus. He can’t keep his mind together for long enough to even strike a good pose and look good for the camera. Thankfully it all happens by itself and he doesn’t need to aim for it purposefully, since his mind definitely isn’t into this at all now. He’s watching, unable to tear his gaze away from his friend, who’s standing just a couple of meters away from him.
“Come on, Die, I’ve been waiting for you ages now!” An annoyed voice cut through the air as Toshiya apparently was tired of flipping through the magazines in the redhead’s apartment while the aforementioned owner of the apartment was occupying the bathroom. “It can’t take you so long to fix your hair. Come on, I styled mine in five minutes and you’re trying to make me believe that you need more than half an hour!”
He sauntered towards the bathroom and yanked the door open, only to spot his friend standing in front of the mirror, still fighting with the hairspray and the long red strands, which obviously weren’t really co-operative that day. “I’m sorry,” Die gave a crooked little grin, turning towards the other man with the hairspray in his hand. “Somehow I’m a little out of it today.”
Toshiya didn’t reply, instead allowing his eyes to roam over his friend’s appearance in an evaluating manner. He had to admit, the redhead looked amazing, and maybe it had been worth it to spend ages in the bathroom. Although he could hardly imagine that the time had done much good, seeing how gorgeous the other man was to begin with. One look at the hair and he grabbed the older man’s wrist, dragging him out of the bathroom. “It looks good enough. Now let’s go! I bet the whole club will be dead once we get there finally!”
Die has always been attracted to Toshiya, on some level at least. First it had begun as mere envy because if one asked him the bassist had the better body, more confidence and natural talent for the visual aspect of their job. Still with time it developed and now, now it has turned into pure admiration without that tinge of envy laced into it. He knows that he’s plain attracted to his friend, and he knows that he can’t make it disappear anymore. It has taken long enough for him to admit it in the first place.
He can’t suppress it. Especially not now. Not after what happened.
The smoky air in the bar made Die cough and he instantly tried to soothe it by taking a sip from his drink. Toshiya’s fear of the club being dead when they’d get there had proved to be completely needless. The place was still swarming with people and they have been there for hours now. Die had no idea how many of these colourful drinks he had had already, but this certainly wasn’t the first one. He had just lost Toshiya a moment ago when the younger man had wanted to go dancing and the masses of people had somehow swallowed him. Soon the familiar face re-appeared almost right in front of him though, a wide smile revealing the bassist’s crooked teeth.
“There you are! I got you another one of these.” Toshiya handed his friend another one of those drinks, this time it was bright orange and Die vaguely remembered he had drunken one of those earlier that night. With a smile he accepted the glass, winking at the other man while taking a sip. “If I didn’t know better I would swear you’re trying to get me drunk.”
That made Toshiya laugh and he shook his head, his eyes sparkling. “No-ho. I don’t need to get you drunk. And even if I did, I’d rather slip something into your drink since it’d be cheaper for me.” He winked as well, and for a second there was something unreadable in his expression, a wicked sparkle deep in his eyes. Die’s heart missed a beat and to cover it he took a sip of his drink, pretending to be completely casual. “You don’t need to get me drunk?” He repeated the first sentence, arching one of his delicate eyebrows questioningly.
“No,” The bassist confirmed, smiling brightly and even shaking his head a bit. “I can get what I want even without that.”
There was a strange feeling in Die’s stomach. It felt as if they were flirting.
Group shots have been taken. Then is the time for the individual photos. ”Any volunteers?” Die doesn’t need to be asked twice and before anyone else can react he has already jumped up on his feet and freewillingly sets out to be the first one to be photographed. He knows that if he’ll first have to witness Toshiya posing for the camera he will have a certain problem disturbing his work. A problem that’s nearly impossible to conceal in the tight leather-shorts he’s wearing.
Somehow he manages to get through the set without even really focusing, the instructions passing by in a haze as he automatically follows the wishes of the photographer. Thankfully they’ve done so many photoshoots before this that it’s no problem, he appears focused even when in reality he’s not. He’s not even aware of the intense gaze that’s following his every move, his every pose and every change in his expression and the way he’s standing.
Die had no idea who had first come up with the idea of him following the bassist to his apartment after they left the club. All he knew was that before he even noticed it, he stumbled over the threshold of Toshiya’s one-room apartment, his friend instantly heading towards the kitchen with a merry “I know I have booze somewhere here!” Meanwhile Die eyed the worn-out couch and the other man’s mattress that was lying on the floor, finally deciding for the mattress as he knew the couch was less than comfortable to sit on.
Soon Toshiya was back with two glasses and a bottle, the glasses somehow ending up forgotten on the floor while they shared the bottle and took a sip straight from it, taking turns. They both were the babbly kind when getting too much to drink, and merry laughter was resonating through the whole apartment constantly. Neither of them knew who had begun it but soon their talk was getting a clear ambiguous undertone, resembling the last moments in the club but taking it even further. Die could’ve sworn that Toshiya was flirting with him, and Toshiya was certain that with a little bit of more to drink they’d drop the decent façade and get from ambiguousness straight to business.
When Die finally is allowed to leave the spotlights he discreetly retreats to the side, hiding in the shadows but making sure he has a perfect view on the place he has occupied just a moment ago. It’s Toshiya’s turn and Die fully well knows it. The bassist always wants to be one of the first to get in front of the camera, claiming that all the waiting ruins his mood and makes his poses forced. As if they ever would be, the guitarist thinks inwardly, Toshiya is a natural born model and the camera loves him.
This time, the camera isn’t the only one who’s caressing the bassist’s features intensely from every angle. Die stands on his place like petrified, not a single expression on his face changing but his mind going hundred miles an hour as memories take over. It doesn’t matter if he wants it or not, everything he sees just reminds him of what had happened. The perfect porcelain skin, the lips now painted icy blue, curling into a small smirk as those dark eyes cast an almost seductive glance at the camera. Those lips…
Lips were searching for lips, hands brushing away unneeded garments and limbs tangling as they both fell on the mattress beside each other. Toshiya’s fingers had found their way into the long, red strands and he instantly used it to his own advantage and pulled his friend closer into the heated kiss. The almost empty bottle of booze was lying beside the bed, neither of them remembering its existence as they had more important things to attend right now. Their hands were getting restless, the heat inside the room multiplying within seconds.
Die’s shirt was the first one to go and Toshiya didn’t remember ever touching a skin so smooth, so soft and so perfect as his friend’s. Admiringly he ran his fingertips along that wide chest, down to the cuff of the redhead’s pants. He simply couldn’t suppress the urge to find out if that skin was so smooth everywhere, wanted to touch, to feel, to explore, to memorize... Long limbs were tangled together, both men seeking for more of the skin on skin contact that made their head spin.
The sheets were crumpling underneath their weight and they were using all of the space on the mattress, turning restlessly, touching, grinding, teasing, needing, exchanging feverish kisses that left them both breathless.
The photographer never seems to be satisfied, the moment dragging on forever. A part of Die wants to just run, wants to escape and try to find something else to occupy his mind, to keep his thoughts off this scenery and the memories that plague his every waking moment. But another part wants to enjoy every second, wants to imprint this into his memory forever like carved in stone, and so he stays. He stays there, standing still on his place and not even blinking as he watches.
Toshiya makes a nearly perfect woman. He’s beautiful for sure, more beautiful than many real women and the make up even accentuates his delicate features. That neck is long and like sculpted from finest stone, ending in shoulders barely narrow enough to pass for a female’s shoulders. Die’s gaze shifts down, along those lean arms to the bassist’s fingers. Instantly he has to swallow hard, he can still feel those fingers on his hips, pulling him closer, gripping tightly.
And Die knows that behind that beautiful costume, behind the feminine clothing and make up, there is a man. He knows it better than anyone else.
Long fingers were curling against smooth skin, the grip tightening until the fingertips dug into the soft flesh, fingernails leaving crescent marks behind. Die barely even noticed the sting though, his whole body burning from the inside and somehow the possessive grip even enhanced those feelings and turned him on. He would’ve never believed he’d find himself on his hands and knees, his friend behind him, all over him, inside of him. Their bodies seemed to fit so well, the bassist keeping the pace slow as he moved his hips, invaded the willing body before him again and again.
Still, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t hold back for longer and had to take what he needed, what his body was yearning for. He picked up both the pace and the force of his thrusts, the guitarist falling forward until his shoulders were resting against the mattress to back him up. A deep thrust instantly made flash of white shoot through Die’s whole being and he arched his back, moaning helplessly as he tried to force the hard flesh deeper into his body, wordlessly begging for the other man to take him harder and claim him as his own.
It all gets too much for Die to handle. He can feel the heat shoot through his body, his cheeks flushing bright red that almost matches his hair and his body beginning to react in a way he’s been trying to avoid throughout the whole day. Murmuring something about a cigarette he flees the scenery, escapes through the backdoor of the studio to get to the back alley. The cool autumn air hits him in the face when he finally gets outside, instantly closing his eyes and breathing in deep to fill his lungs. To calm down.
He turns his back to the door, leans his shoulder against the rough wall beside him and with shaking hands tries to find the pack of cigarettes only to notice he doesn’t have his jacket with him, doesn’t even have his jeans on to get the saving pack from his pocket. There’s really no way to hide cigarettes in these costumes and he curses it now, knowing he can’t go back in there to fetch them without either raising suspicions or making his friends laugh at him.
So he closes his eyes and tries to focus, tries to force the unwanted thoughts away. With no luck.
The only sounds in the room were their simultaneous moans, the heavy ragged breathing, the sound of skin meeting skin and the sheets rustling underneath their moving bodies. The heat seemed to have multiplied, was enough to burst them both and still they wanted more, needed more and were yearning for everything they could get. They were yearning for each other, for the unification and the intense pleasure that was shutting off their whole consciousness. When they finally climaxed neither of them knew who was thrown over the edge first, but it was as if the same bliss was coursing through both of them.
Die was unable to breathe properly, his shoulders pressed far into the mattress and his head tilted to the side so he could gasp for air. Still he barely even noticed as the pleasurable haze was filling every molecule of his being, distracting him from the uncomfortableness. He felt long arms wrap around his midsection and a lean body press closer against his back, and soon he was already pulled to the side. Toshiya didn’t say a single word, just rested on the mattress and pulled his friend even closer until they were in a comfortable spooning position, both drifting off to sleep.
Suddenly something startles him from his thoughts. Long arms sneaking around his waist, wrapping tightly around him, pulling him to a warm body that’s pressing closely against his back. “You enjoyed the show?” A soft voice murmurs into his ear and he instantly notices it’s Toshiya, recognizing the voice and the familiar embrace, the feel of those hands against his body. “Baby,” The voice drops into a seductive purr, something so low one wouldn’t think the bassist is capable of that. “Once we get off I’ll give you a real show.”
The arms loosen and the younger man pulls back, leaving Die feeling a little cold now that he’s standing alone again, leaning against the wall. The voice cuts through the still air once more, something between amusement and playfulness dancing in it. “My place, at eight. And this time,” A soft chuckle. “Don’t run away right afterwards.”
Whether Die wanted it or not, he knew he would comply. He would find himself at the bassist’s apartment and somewhere deep inside he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time either.
He smiled.
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Well I'm not certain about that but it's enough if you'd wanna read it x) haha, and damn, the mere thought of the two of them is hotter than hell!
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