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Snippet from a random thing inspired by a single photo of Podd, and egged on by my friends XD
It's SunMork and 18+ for sexual references (a.k.a boners and sex-thoughts)
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Sun’s leg bounced impatiently, heart hammering in his chest as he waited.
/He’s only five minutes late./
Sun kept glancing from the door, back to his phone, over and over for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t so much the fact Mork was running a little late, that had him nervous, it was that he’d worked hard to get a table at the restaurant, and they’d already been called for their table. Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the blip of a message coming through on his phone.
[‘I’m so sorry baby, I got stuck in traffic, I’m just around the corner at the lights, I won’t be long. Love you x ]
Sun smiled as he read over the message, fondness washing over him. Mork had been working hard in the last 8 months, trying to be better, trying to be good for him; in more than one way.
His attention snapped back to the phone, three little dots appearing and disappearing over and over as Mork started to send a message and seemingly stopped.
[‘Um…here’s a little…apology, for being late, while you wait…]
[Open Image]
With a furrowed brow, Sun opened the picture, warmth flooding his cheeks and the front of his slacks tightening around his suddenly very intrigued cock.
It was a picture of Mork; skin still damp from the shower, hair wet and falling over his doe-eyes, and resting snug around his hips, exposing his delicious-yet-subtle adonis belt, was a pair of the shortest, thin black cotton booty-shorts he’d ever seen.
“Fuck,” Sun hissed through clenched teeth, trying not to immediately imagine pinning his boyfriend down and riding him until Mork was a whimpering mess.