OP here and ... oh my gods. I didn't really expect to get a fill and I certainly didn't expect one so quickly!
What a lovely start to my week! I just ... wow. Thank you so much! This fic is so perfect. It's everything I could have hoped for and more. You are NOT garbage, I promise. I've been in a semi-RPF fandom for going on 7 years now, trust me, I know my stuff.
Marisha is laying on the bed, feet kicking back and forth in the air like a teenage girl at a slumber party. "Ignore him, babe, he's just excited he gets to indulge his weird Sweeney Todd fetish." Hah! I can just picture this! You really got all their voices, I think.
"I'll take care of that." Taliesin, lather in one hand and razor in the other, suddenly looks very serious. "Really, though- you gotta stay still for this. I like you too much to spill your blood all over my floor without a safeword." Now that just gives me even more IDEAS.
"I'll be good," Matt says, and he means for it to come out teasing but it's- strangely earnest. He swallows dryly and juts out his chin. "Have at it." *melts* Oh lord. I just ... oh wow. That right there is just ... perfect.
His jaw twitches and Taliesin holds his chin gently but firmly. "Careful," he says, voice low. Oh my goodness.
His breath catches as the razor slides over his jugular but Taliesin's hands, as much as they might shake sometimes, are perfectly steady. Matt glances in the mirror and looks at Marisha, who he is surprised to see looks the same way he feels- her pupils are blown wide and dark as she follows every movement. Wonder if it's a kink she had before, or just discovered.
Taliesin looks over at Marisha, as though asking permission, and at her minute nod, he leans in close and presses a hesitant kiss to Matt's lips. His light stubble feels strange against Matt's newly raw and smooth skin but it's good, and he finds himself kissing back. *squees into hands* Oh my gods YES! Just ... him looking to Marisha for permission and just ... yes, everything.
Behind him he hears a sharp intake of breath and he breaks from the kiss briefly to look at Marisha, who is biting her lip and watching. He looks at her, suddenly uncertain, and she gives him a smile that is almost shy. "Keep going," she says. I really love how they don't just jump to it, there's this like, realistic awkwardness between them as they get going. That makes this so much more intimate.
Matt looks back at Marisha guiltily but she is rutting against the mattress, a hand tucked into her leggings. Her cheeks are pink and her hair is already mussed, and Matt feels obligated to keep the show going. Oh WOW. *fans self*
So yeah this is great and I love it and thank you very much. I'm gonna blush for like, 20 years now.
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Re: "My Friends"; Matt/Marisha/Taliesin
Date: 2016-10-04 09:46 am (UTC)OP here and ... oh my gods. I didn't really expect to get a fill and I certainly didn't expect one so quickly!
What a lovely start to my week! I just ... wow. Thank you so much! This fic is so perfect. It's everything I could have hoped for and more. You are NOT garbage, I promise. I've been in a semi-RPF fandom for going on 7 years now, trust me, I know my stuff.
Marisha is laying on the bed, feet kicking back and forth in the air like a teenage girl at a slumber party. "Ignore him, babe, he's just excited he gets to indulge his weird Sweeney Todd fetish."
Hah! I can just picture this! You really got all their voices, I think.
"I'll take care of that." Taliesin, lather in one hand and razor in the other, suddenly looks very serious. "Really, though- you gotta stay still for this. I like you too much to spill your blood all over my floor without a safeword."
Now that just gives me even more IDEAS.
"I'll be good," Matt says, and he means for it to come out teasing but it's- strangely earnest. He swallows dryly and juts out his chin. "Have at it."
*melts* Oh lord. I just ... oh wow. That right there is just ... perfect.
His jaw twitches and Taliesin holds his chin gently but firmly. "Careful," he says, voice low.
Oh my goodness.
His breath catches as the razor slides over his jugular but Taliesin's hands, as much as they might shake sometimes, are perfectly steady. Matt glances in the mirror and looks at Marisha, who he is surprised to see looks the same way he feels- her pupils are blown wide and dark as she follows every movement.
Wonder if it's a kink she had before, or just discovered.
Taliesin looks over at Marisha, as though asking permission, and at her minute nod, he leans in close and presses a hesitant kiss to Matt's lips. His light stubble feels strange against Matt's newly raw and smooth skin but it's good, and he finds himself kissing back.
*squees into hands* Oh my gods YES! Just ... him looking to Marisha for permission and just ... yes, everything.
Behind him he hears a sharp intake of breath and he breaks from the kiss briefly to look at Marisha, who is biting her lip and watching. He looks at her, suddenly uncertain, and she gives him a smile that is almost shy.
"Keep going," she says.
I really love how they don't just jump to it, there's this like, realistic awkwardness between them as they get going. That makes this so much more intimate.
Matt looks back at Marisha guiltily but she is rutting against the mattress, a hand tucked into her leggings. Her cheeks are pink and her hair is already mussed, and Matt feels obligated to keep the show going.
Oh WOW. *fans self*
So yeah this is great and I love it and thank you very much. I'm gonna blush for like, 20 years now.