His mustache. A work of art plastered on his face. The prickly hairs sticking out. The mesmerizing way it moves when he runs. Up and down. Flowing beautifully in the wind. If only the rest of his face was as heavenly as that glorious scattered line of hairs. But it's alright, for all I need is the mustache and I'm satisfied. Oh how I yearn to touch it. Feel the sharpness of every individual hair as I run my finger through, slowly but ready. I want to touch it so bad. I NEED to touch it. Oh to feel it pressed against my upper lip. Oh to see it moist and full of lust. I've given it a name. Lágnos. The Greek word for sexy. I chose it for very obvious reasons. It's as sexy as a Greek god.
-Iona (I am so sorry)
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Mustache Mondays
RomanceOne shots about an undisclosed boy with a mustache, they range from short one shots to possibly multiple parters. Uses (Y/N) *Requests Open* Our dearest apologies, Iona and Jian.
