My fingers are all wrinkly

[windandwater]

Just finished dinner (yay steak) and washed the dishes. And despite having the door wide open and the air conditioner running, my bathroom STILL smells like cleaning products. Damn you, scrubbing bubbles! Damn you for being so effective and yet so strong-smelling! At least it's a clean type of smell, but my eyes were watering while I was cleaning. Also finished folding the laundry and such, so all I need to do is vaccuum tomorrow and tidy up, and I'll be done. =3 Yay.

In a totally non-related thing, IIRC, isn't there an LJ log-in widget type thing for Firefox? So that you can be logged into multiple journals at once? Or am I being crazy? If it does exist, will someone point me to it? I much need it.


EDIT...

Please do not judge me because of my music. T___T I couldn't help it.

Comments

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*hisses in a sharp breath as pleasure shoots from his neck down to his groin*

I'm- f-fuck- Ri- *tightens his hand over yours more and pumps faster, moaning loudly as he comes, hot cum shooting between them and slicking between fingers as his strokes become jerky*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Re-Ri-ku--!

*his moan is muffled against your neck, and his hand tightens over yours, giving the last few strokes he needs and he bites down harder when he comes*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*shudders and lets his hand gradually slow down, just leaning back against the wall for a minute before opening his eyes to give you a dazed look*

That was... wow. *feels a slight twinge in his neck from where you bit, but it feels like the good kind of sore*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*just panting softly against your neck, slumped in your lap; he feels too good to do much more*

... I guess I'll take 'wow' as a compliment.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*slides the hand that isn't sticky around your waist and closes his eyes, idly rubbing his thumb over your skin*

Definitely a compliment... Ri. *smiles at the new nickname, which he likes much better than Replica anyway*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*guess what, I'm going to take that sticky hand, and mine, and give them a lick*

Mmmm... well, not like you have a comparison... *sucking your fingers clean yes*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*watches you, a slow blush creeping across his face*

I uh, well no... *can't seem to pull his hand away*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*smirks and slowly sucks your index finger into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it before pulling away with a soft 'pop'*

... tastes like me...

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*swallows and pulls his hand back* I'll uh, take your word for it. Never actually um. Tasted.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Really? You weren't curious, Real Thing, what cum tastes like after you've jerked off? *there's a dark little purr in his voice and he leans forward, brushing noses*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*eyes flick from yours to your mouth and back up again* I always thought it was. Weird and... I can't believe you did that.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*licks his own lips on purpose, having caught Riku's wandering gaze*

Ah, always thought you'd be the one getting your cock sucked, and not the one sucking cock? *kinda wondering how pink Riku will turn*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*flushes and can't seem to look you in the eye* It wasn't that.. I just never really thought about tasting my own and you...

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*aww that's cute, you earn a quick kiss* What about me? It's an acquired taste, Real Thing.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

Wasn't expecting you to say we tasted the same, but I guess I should have figured and... *licks his lips automatically, then realizes what that faint different taste is and thinks maybe it's not that bad after all- then gets an odd look on his face*

I don't think I want to know how Vexen got the data for that. *weirded out all over again*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... way to kill the mood, Real Thing.

*leans back and scratches a bit at his stomach, looking down* Huh, we made a bigger mess than I thought.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*gives you a sheepish look, then glances down as well, taking note of your sticky leather*

Sorry... You can come over to my house and change, if you want. *feels somewhat gross* I know I want a shower, too.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... you're inviting me to your house. *looks a bit cynical* You don't need to bother with the niceties, Real Thing.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*wonders what he said wrong* What? It's not like we aren't the same size.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

That's not the point. Pete could probably fit in those jeans you like.

*sliding off your lap now and putting a bit of distance between the two of you*

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*still has no idea what's going on but fixes his pants anyway* He could not. Besides, you wouldn't have to wear the second layer if you didn't want to.

*stands and grabs your hand- not the one you were licking- and tugs you along towards his house anyway, figuring you're just being silly about the whole thing*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*being dragged towards your house and not quite willing to fight since the happy orgasm vibes are still sorta nice. Does try to pull up his bodysuit so he's not walking around half naked though*

Fine. Pete and Maleficent could fit in them, she's freakishly skinny.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*has a strong urge to flick your forehead but resists* I do not want to think about Maleficent being anywhere near my pants, thank you.

*ushers you into his room before his mom can wonder when the hell her son multiplied*

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*pushed in, then stops dead in the middle of the room, looking around with a weird look on his face*

... this is a bad idea.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

*gives you an exasperated look and shoves some clothes into your hands* I don't see why. Here. You can have the shower first if you want, just promise to leave me some hot water.