laundry love [completed]

n i n e t y : or maybe not

"well, what about me? what do you like about me, ira?"

"for starters, i like this facial hair that you've got here— border lining between a stubble and a beard. i like how it t i n g l e s when you brush your lips against my chin."

"like this?"

"..."

"and?"

"and when you skim your hands on the small of my back, just enough to tease...it turns me on. a lot."

"uh-huh. go on."

"when you suck on the nape of my neck, leaving little hickies everywhere. a bite, followed by a lingering kiss..."

"..."

"f u c k ."

"you're a greedy little one, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"only for you, lover boy. only for you."

[a/n: two more days until i hit that 'complete' button. i have a feeling y'a'll —i feel so southerny+texas-y whenever i say that— are going to love the upcoming chapters. a little too bold, if i must say.]