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Hanniween Prompt Challenge Day 1:

Author's note: I won't show them at the party, this is just a brief snippet of them getting ready to go to it. But there is a brief discussion of what's happening at the party just as they prepare to leave.

"Will, are you ready? The party starts in an hour and we must get there thirty minutes prior." Hannibal said as he dressed as a modern interpretation of Don José from Carmen. When he didn't hear Will, he went to check on him. The minute he saw him when he found Will in their shared room, he was in awe. Though a bit disappointed. But not because Will wasn't ready to go.

Will wasn't in a matching costume as he wanted, but this was the next best thing. Will was dressed as Mimi with a matching candle from La Boheme. There he was dressed as if he were a male Mimi; beautiful, yet healthy unlike his operatic counterpart. "William, you're-" Hannibal was unable to talk considering how gorgeous Will looked.

"Oh, Hannibal. Sorry, yes. I'm ready." Will said when he eventually turned to face Hannibal. "Sorry, I know you wanted me to be Carmen. But I wanted to show you I can do research without you. So I went with La Boheme. What do you think?" Will asked. Hannibal was speechless. He took a deep breath and eventually walked over to Will to suck the saliva right from Will's mouth.

"I was speaking true of one thing."

"Kiss men if you want to! HORRIFY YOUR PARENTS!" Ann barked out. That was enough for Buddy to snap him out of his drunken stupor.

"Are you done?" He asked abruptly, Ann seething with a hard stare, but staying silent. She should at least hear him out.

"I kissed that guy because I saw him kiss you. I guess in retrospect, it was dumb, but I got jealous and wanted to kiss you. But when you rejected my attempt, I went for him instead." He explained, half slurring.

"I rejected your kiss because you were drunk, Buddy! You still are!" Ann snarled.

"Yes, but your reaction to my prank sobered me up to make me realize I hurt you. Ann, please. Don't reject me after I confessed to you. I have something." He then bent down to get a note he buried during one of their summers, a note he didn't get to give Ann the last time they saw each other. He gave it to her and she read it. She teared up as the letter told of his feelings, the same feelings he had confessed just before he blew it. Ann teared up and looked up at Buddy as she covered her mouth.

"You mean-" Ann was too overwhelmed to finish her sentence.

"Of all my actions and things I've said or done, I was speaking true of one thing. I've been in love with you since we were kids and I still am. I'm so sorry though, Ann. If you could ever forgive me for making you think I killed myself in the water, I will work everyday to improve myself to be with you. But if you can't look past this, I will stand by you in whatever you choose." Buddy started to tear up himself, afraid of further rejection, but ready to face it even if it killed him. Ann pondered, then took Buddy's hand.

"No more pranks. And no more alcohol." Ann said finally as she embraced him further. Buddy's heart felt heavy and light at the same time. Light that he wasn't losing the love of his life, and heavy that all the love he had that he thought was gone came flooding back to give to the woman he loved for years.

"I'll stop drinking right away. And no more pranks. This was the last one. Anything to have and keep you." They hugged after that and waited to kiss for the first time the next morning as Buddy's breath still stank of booze and that was initially why Ann rejected his attempt to kiss her earlier.

The End

Will decided to accept Hannibal's offer to live with him after the Tobias Budge incident. Hannibal wanted to take care of him and Will frankly didn't want to struggle anymore. So Will quit his job one day once he had moved in fully and moved the dogs into the mansion as well. Something Hannibal discovered one morning after breakfast.

"You're not getting ready for work, Will." Hannibal observed.

"That's because I quit my job, Hannibal." Will smiled. "You're right, I need to focus more on my self preservation and my wellbeing." He admitted.

"I see. But what about making money?" Hannibal inquired.

"I'm renting out the house in Wolf Trap so I can still contribute to this household." Will said. "Now that doesn't mean I'm gonna be completely lazy." Will offered. "I'll be doing side jobs repairing boat motors out in the shed and I'll cook on nights you can't."

"But in the meantime?" Hannibal asked.

"I don't always want to be in control, Hannibal. Take care of me?" Will asked back as he stood up to curl up into Hannibal's arms. Hannibal softly chuckled and touched his forehead to the younger man's.

"Oh my darling, cunning boy. Who am I to say no?" Hannibal finally answered. And he did so even when they left for Florence a year and a half later.

Will was escorted by the new orderly. Hannibal could smell the new person with the orderly, his smell wasn't particularly nice. But he also detected something deeper, hidden. Then his blood boiled when he heard Miggs say five words to the newcomer.

"I can smell your CUNT!" The disgusting pig husked as the orderly told Miggs to cut it out. Once the newcomer, Will, came to Hannibal's cell, he was fascinated.

"Good morning." Hannibal said with a soft smile.

"Hello." Will said, smiling back politely.

"Miggs said something to you just now, what did he say?" The Cannibal asked.

"He said he could smell my...cunt." Will said softly.

"You're male, but not originally?" Hannibal asked.

"How did you...?" Will started asking until Hannibal answered instantly.

"It was the way you answered softly. You wear a cheap cologne to appear manly when I could introduce you to a better aftershave that can still make you smell masculine without smelling like you have a ship on the bottle and I could smell a deeper layer to you under the aftershave that I couldn't formally detect until Miggs said what he did to you. But enough about you. Crawford sent you for something?" Hannibal asked. "Frederick and Alana informed me before your arrival."

"Yes, We're investigating a killer called the Tooth Fairy?"

"Ah yes, I believe I had a patient who worked as a dental hygienist. Pediatric dental. Goes by the name Francis Dolarhyde. He violated HIPAA by discussing the patients and their families. Tell me, what are the victims' last names?" Hannibal asked. As Will pulled out the pages to show Hannibal the names of the families murdered, Hannibal smelled something musky and sticky. "You might want to page Frederick or Alana." He stated.

"Why?" Will asked. Hannibal sighed and pushed his own button, alerting Alana to Miggs masturbating, shooting accidentally onto the good doctor.

"MIGGS! YOU GET YOUR OUTFIT BACK ON RIGHT NOW! BARNEY! PUT MIGGS IN SOLITARY!" Alana barked. "Hannibal?!"

"Yes, Alana?"

"Did you set me up like that?" She asked when she stormed over to Will and Hannibal.

"No, I merely wanted you to catch Miggs masturbating. Not that you get shot with his spend." Hannibal promised.

"Alright. Well when you finish, could you direct Will here to an alternate exit from here? I don't want Miggs anywhere near him." Alana asked.

"Of course. I wouldn't either. Upon entering, Will was told by Miggs that "he could smell his cunt." Alana was mortified.

"Thank you then for calling me down when you did. I would've let you convince him to bite off, swallow and choke on his own tongue." Alana said as she went back to Barney and a struggling Miggs.

"You should probably stay until this blows over but the emergency exit is just past my cell." Hannibal said.

"Thanks." Will said back as they smiled.

Erik is out on his midmorning run when he saves a woman from falling scaffolding, only for her to kick up a fuss and alert the whole neighbourhood she is being attacked by a mutant. Charles, who saw the whole thing, comes to his aid to confront her, quickly earning Erik's respect.

Erik was running. He'd been doing a lot of that. Whether it was to clear his head after his ex Magda yet again withheld another visit with their daughter Nina or he just felt like keeping fit because he hadn't had sex in a long time. Either way, it was a good mindcleanse as well as a way to keep in shape. He was taking a break by getting a smoothie at the local coffee shop when a scaffolding at an apartment building started falling. He ran back over to the woman standing underneath and sheltered her-his front to her back-as he took the scaffolding with his mind and focused on the metal, manipulating their atoms and melting the ends that fell. Once melted down a little bit, he pushed the melted pieces back into where they fell out and then controlled them to cool back down. When he was done though, he felt a sharp shot to the gut from the woman's elbow.

"Get off me, you freak! HELP! ONE OF THOSE FREAKS JUST TRIED TO RAPE ME! AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEE!" The ungrateful woman just said. Suddenly, a man came up and asked for the situation.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" The man asked.

"This freak tried to rape me." She repeated. The man shook his head.

"I saw what really happened. This man just saved your life. He simply grabbed you to shield you from the damage done. Then he rebuilt the scaffolding into the building you're under. Now I suggest you apologize for the accusation and thank him for saving you." The man said.

"And if I refuse?" She asked.

"I just searched your mind, your brother is a "freak" as you just called your hero over there." He motioned to Erik. "I will report to anyone who wants to interview me your father's disdain for Mutants such as myself and your hero caused him to cut off his own wings the first time he grew a set of wings. And then your father's stocks will go down and Mutants will leave you more broke than Camelot era peasants. Do you understand?" Erik lightly smiled.

"Fine!" She groaned, then turned to Erik.

"Thank you for saving me. I'm sorry I accused you of attempting to rape me, I was wrong." She walked away and began to go to everyone she went to apologize. Before she did though, she screamed to them. "YOU FREAKS DESERVE EACH OTHER!" The man just shook his head.

"There's just no fixing people." He sighed.

"Thanks for saving me from getting thrown in jail." Erik said.

"Anything for a friend. Charles Xavier. You are?" Charles asked.

"Erik Lehnsherr. Care for me to buy you a coffee? I was going in for a smoothie myself when the Karen was about to be killed." Erik offered.

Charles and Erik are strangers at a house party and neither want to be there. But things get interesting when people start showing off their party tricks...

I don't care

Erik was bored. He didn't even know why he decided to come to this party, he didn't even like half the people or know the other half who came. He didn't even like Emma Frost, whose roommate Moira was triggerhappy. To the detriment of an ex who almost lost his ability to walk after they got locked in an abandoned sub once. Erik sat quietly and drank his scotch that was offered.

On the other side of the apartment, Charles and Raven were talking. "So Hank's helping me with my college courses and I think-Charles, are you listening to me?" Raven glared.

"Sorry, dear sister. It's hard to listen to you when everyone's thinking so loud." Charles said.

"Look, I know you're still mad at Moira, but you did promise her you'd come." Raven said.

"It's not about the time I was almost wheelchair bound. I don't know, I feel kinda off kilter. I barely know everyone who came here and quite frankly, Can you blame me for not wanting to be here?" Charles asked.

"Alright, time to show Moira your powers, guys. I've told her about you but she doesn't know everyone by their powers with the exception to Charles, myself and Raven." Emma said as the spotlight was put on the telepath. Charles projected inadvertently and Erik caught it.

"Oh Jings, here we go!"

Erik sympathized and decided to go first by moving his lucky coin he used to kill his boss following his mother's murder by his boss's hand right into Moira's. "Erik, you're the metal manipulator. I know Charles and Emma are both telepaths, but her telepathy's more advanced." Moira said.

"Yes, I tried to rip the gates open to save my mother from being killed by my boss, Sebastian Shaw. She was bringing him some soup because he said he'd been sick. This coin is what I killed him with." Erik said. "It's been a source of good luck ever since." Charles was warmed by that and projected into Erik's brain.

"Did you get away with it?"

Erik looked to finally find the body that matched the mysterious voice and walked over, only for Raven to stop him in his tracks.

"Hey there, handsome. Care to pour me a drink?" She asked.

"She's a minor and we're not in France." Charles projected. Raven heard that and gave Charles a glare.

"GIRLS HAVE NEEDS TOO, CHARLES!" Raven hollered out before shifting into a cat to sulk on Moira's bed. Erik lightly chuckled and walked over to Charles.

"A name to the face that matches the voice in my head." Erik started. "Charles, a very astute name. Erik Lhensherr. You need your drink topped off?" He asked.

"No, I'm not even really interested in staying. Seems to me you're not interested either." Charles shook Erik's hand. "My last name's Xavier by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Charles." Erik offered.

"The same to you, Erik." Charles said as they stared at each other for a long time.

"I have a chess board at home, the black pieces are metal. Would you like to-" Charles started before Erik drew some courage and locked lips with Charles. Then after a moment, he let go and stepped back, smirking as Charles looked debauched even after one kiss.

"Lead the way." Erik said and he and Charles did an Irish goodbye and sped off to Charles's to play chess, perhaps do more.

does anybody happen to have (or want to make) a destiel and or sabriel fic where some religious jerk is being an homophobic asshole ‘cause “tHe LoRd cOnDemNs tHe GayS” and like,, “bitch we’re literally angels and god is bi grow the fuck up”

Dean and Cas were celebrating their engagement. “I can’t wait to marry you, I love you so much.” Dean said as he kissed Cas deeply. Sam smiled in the opposite seat while Gabriel made fake gagging sounds.

“Right with you, pal.” The guy in the adjacent booth said as he glared daggers at Dean and Cas. Dean and Cas pulled away.

“I’m sorry. You got a problem, pal?” Dean asked with a bit of attitude.

“No problem. Just don’t like this place to be ruined by PDA at the hands of sinners.” The guy said.

“Sinners? Love is love, man. I don’t want my night to be soured by your attitude. So let’s say we mind ourselves? Okay?” Dean asked. Suddenly, the guy’s food came and before he dug in, he began to pray...obnoxiously.

“Dear heavenly father, I thank you for my daily bread. Please smite the Gay people sinning in this bar and purify their souls and minds of their dirty thoughts of laying in bed with another man, marrying in your eyes. Thank you.” Dean and Cas were angry after that.

“C’mon, Cas. Let’s cancel our orders and go somewhere else for the night.” Dean said as he and Cas pulled out of the booth. But before Dean left, he stormed over to the dickhead. “And for the record, dick, I’m Bi. And you know what? God used to be too before he was replaced by my unofficially adopted son.” Dean growled.

“Whatever, sodomist.” The prick huffed back and Dean fought back the urge to make a scene and deck the bitch.

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That night when the guy was sleeping after praying to God, Gabriel flew into his dreams. He decided to give him a taste of how everyone felt about certain groups that felt God thought were unworthy of Heaven. Next thing the guy knew, Assfuck McDouchecanoe was a slave. “What the Hell?” He asked.

“You could call it Hell, I call it a lesson in humility.” He shrugged.

“One of the guys at the bar?” The douche recognized Gabriel.

“Call me the enforcer.” Gabriel said. “You insulted my brother and his fiancee by telling them they don’t deserve to have the same rights as Straights. Now I may be straight, but some Angels swing both ways.”

“Angels?” Prickface asked.

“Oh yes. And I’m one of the most powerful of them all.” Gabriel said as Prickface realized who Gabriel was.

“The Archangel Gabriel?” Prickface asked.

“Now you got it.” Gabriel said.

“Please spare me.” Prickface begged.

“You see, I’m not gonna kill you. I’m merely gonna teach you the consequences of being prejudice.” Gabriel said as he let the scenes play out and Prickface experienced things from the side of people who were prejudiced against. From black people taken from their homes in Africa to Jews being used as slaves in Egypt to Jews during WWII. He could feel whips and chains on his neck and back and he was tortured for his skin color or because of his religion. Prickface experienced being showered with acid and gassed. He experienced innocents being waterboarded for information in Gitmo. Once Gabriel felt prickface had had enough, he stopped the experience. “You understand now?” Gabriel asked.

“Pain. I feel...pain.” Gabriel nodded.

“That’s what they all felt during those periods. And right now, your fundamentalist thinking has caused people who think just like you to try and change the minds of LGBTQA+ people. It obviously doesn’t work and those people end up severely hurt afterwards to the point that those kids end up coming home fucked up. They’ll end up committing suicide.” Gabriel explained. “I’m gonna leave you with that. Oh and before I go? Dean was right. My dad? was replaced by my nephew. Doesn’t take too kindly to people being prejudice against people for all kinds of things from race to sexual orientation to gender. Sidenote: Dad’s bi so take that how you will.” Gabriel snapped his fingers and Prickface woke up, screaming from feeling the nightmare all over.

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The next night, Sam, Dean, Cas and Gabriel were all in a booth ordering dinner when Gabriel pointed out Prickface.

“He looks like he’s been through the wringer.” Dean said.

“I agree, Dean.” Cas said. “Did you do something, Gabriel?” Cas asked.

“Of course I did. I’m not shy about it. If someone’s gonna be insulting to us, calling my baby brother a sinner for loving Dean? They need to know that we Angels don’t condemn sinners.” Gabriel sipped his beer.

“We condemn condemers.” Cas finished the sentence with a smile as Gabriel smiled back with a nod.

“I must say, I’ve never officiated a wedding over a 3-way telecommute before.” The state clerk said as she was Zooming with both Sonny and Rafael, who was still stuck in Iowa.

“Raf and I had to sign the license separately but that you could file one with our signatures mailed in.” Sonny said as he had asked Governor Cuomo via Twitter for the clerk’s fax number and faxed his signature with his copy of the license and Raf had done the same.

“Alright, it looks like everything’s in order and since you both also submitted to me your driver’s/state licenses and your social security cards, I can begin the ceremony. Dearly beloved, we’re gathered here today to marry two men who despite living far apart, are together in spirit and in such belong to have the world know they’re in love and want their souls bound in holy matrimony. Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., do you take Rafael Barba to be your lawful wedded husband?” The clerk asked.

“I do.” Sonny said excitedly.

“Rafael Barba, do you take Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. to be your lawful wedded husband?”

“I totally do.” Rafael said as he and Sonny puffed with pride and further joy.

“Then I pronounce to you in the city of New York Husbands. You may now blow a kiss to your Grooms.” The clerk said as they did just that. “I’ll file your license and send it to you in a month. Congratulations.” She said as she hung up. Raf and Sonny swooned.

“Tomorrow, the Iowa state clerk’s office.” Raf said as he blew Sonny another kiss and disconnected with Sonny, who waited with baited breath for COVID-19 to finally subside.

So uh, hi… my mom cut her finger on a blade in the kitchen by accident, and like two minutes later she was making out with her bf…. This caused me to dream up an idea for a Hannigram oneshot, but the thing is that I’m too lazy to write it myself. Would someone be willing to write a oneshot where basically Will is helping Hannibal make dinner (after 3x13), and he is cutting some vegetables and he accidentally cuts his finger, so Hannibal kisses his finger to “make it feel better” and then he licks it, and and eventually they pretty much just fuck? heheh… OH, and pleeeease make it bottom Will, top Hannibal?

If you write it, please send the link :)

It was a quiet night at Will and Hannibal’s little hideaway. They were making dinner out of the rest of their previous evening’s catch, a man who had pompously squeezed Will’s ass, which Hannibal didn’t like one bit. They were making a stirfry and Will was cutting vegetables up while Hannibal prepared the meat in the Wok. A few glances here and there and Will was instantly distracted. So distracted that Will ran out of Broccoli and ended up cutting into the tip top of his index finger.

“Ow Hhhhhsssss Damn it!” Will hissed as Hannibal’s quick hearing went over to check on his beloved.

“You didn’t pay attention while cutting. Lucky for you, it’s only a little nik on your index finger.” Hannibal said as he smiled and kissed his lover’s finger. Feeling it bleed though, he couldn’t help it out of reflex to lick his lips at the appearance of something liquid and recognized it as blood immediately. He then tasted a drop from Will’s finger, then stuck it into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it like he would Will’s cock some nights. The sensuality of it made Will gasp loud and roll his eyes in pleasure. The pressure suddenly began to build in his pants and Hannibal could feel it on his thigh. After about five minutes, he then turned off the burner, put everything else away and threw the vegetables out in case of cross contamination.

“Come on, we’re gonna burn off some calories before dinner.” Hannibal said as he picked Will up and ran him to the bedroom. Once they got there, Hannibal stripped Will’s clothes off and kissed every part of him. Will tried to ride him, but Hannibal stopped him.

“I want to roll into you slow and sensual.” Hannibal purred into Will’s neck as Will whimpered and collapsed onto the bed. As soon as Hannibal was naked, he crawled on top of the younger man and sank into him as deep as humanly possible.

“Oh, Hannibal.” Will groaned as Hannibal picked up the pace of making love with him. It was hot and intense. As Hannibal kissed Will deeply, Will could taste the coppery aftertaste of his own blood on Hannibal’s lips and he moaned into Hannibal’s mouth and temporarily overpowered him. Hannibal was impressed and aroused as Will began to ride him for five to seven minutes. Eventually, when he was caught up in the pleasure, Hannibal overpowered him again and pumped harder into the former FBI Agent, making Will scream louder.

“OH FUCK!” Will howled out as Hannibal found his prostate and panted onto Will’s neck over and over until they were both eventually spent and sated.

“SHIT that was amazing.” Will said as Hannibal rolled off him so they could both catch their breath.

“You feel like a portal to heaven.” Hannibal purred as Will blushed and kissed him deeply again.

“I love you.” Will said as Hannibal got up sometime later and went to get cleaning supplies.

Me as @headcanonfantasy: Imagine him and Cory sharing a bed while they’re in London and Robin gives into his admiration to Cory while readying for the promotional thing or work as an actor in general thing they have to be at in the morning. It’s their last season and Robin hadn’t talked to Dickie in hours, and he feels lonely. He and Cory have only one bed and only one room left because one of them had to give it away. We go more intimate from there.

Cory cheers Robin up, they have some good laughs, sitting on the bed they have to share for the night, and Robin feels like when he and Cory first started filming together. Robin, forgetting about Dickie for a second, suddenly kneels on the bed and slowly kisses Cory. Both wanting to know how the other’s lips felt on one another’s and vice versa. Robin pulls away when images of his and Dickie’s wedding came into his head and the guilt started coming into his heart.

“Oh God.” Robin groans. “I’m sorry.” He then gets off of the bed and Cory follows.

“Robin, wait. I’m sorry. I forgot about Dickie too, I should’ve stopped it when you started.” Cory tries to apologize.

“No, I shouldn’t have agreed to the temporary lodging arrangements. Knowing how long I’ve wanted to kiss you despite my marriage-” Robin stops himself when he immediately realizes he just let the cat out of the bag.

“Robin, I always wanted to kiss you too.” Cory smiles, stroking Robin’s cheek.

“How long?” Robin asks. He’s genuinely curious.

“The night we shot the post-election after party scene. I felt how close your face was to mine. I just wanted to leap out of my position on the floor and slam my lips into yours, making that smile glow brighter than it already was when Ed “resurrected”, calling Os his hero.“ Cory then touches his nose with Robin’s, his hand sliding from Robin’s cheek to the older man’s neck. Their lips are slowly getting closer to each other’s and Robin once again makes the first move. They move in haste back to the bed.

“We must keep this a secret. If we’re to do this once, it must be once only.” Robin begins to disrobe in front of his partner in Nygmobblepot captaining.

“This won’t even get back to Dickie.” Cory promises, pretending to sew his lips together as a way to tell him he can keep a secret. Instantly, those lips are back on Robin’s and they continue to undress one another. Cory kissing Robin’s neck, Robin feeling Cory’s whole body. They soon find themselves grinding against one another and Robin groans before he flings himself on top of his younger and taller co-star. Cory gasps as Robin starts fingering him, the lack of lube and the fact it had been weeks since he last had sex making it more intense for him than ever.

“Is this okay?” Robin asks. Cory nods before huffing a dry yes from the back of his throat. Robin slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, making Cory throw his head back in ecstasy.

“Robin, God, Robin. Yes.” Cory groans out in sheer bliss the more he becomes undone from what Robin’s doing. Suddenly, Robin stops and gets back on his back, motioning Cory to climb onto him.

“Ride me.” Robin tells him as he feels Cory’s abs, a smile playing on his lips at this point.

Instead of immediately complying, Cory takes Robin in his mouth, the sensation of his tongue running up and down his partner’s shaft and tip. Robin gasps and arches his neck, grinding his head against the pillow it rests on. His hands seek the locks of the man who holds his sex in his mouth. It had been too long since even Dickie took care of him like this.

Just as he feels he’s about to come, Cory pulls off, then crawls back up to the older man. The air becomes colder thanks to Cory’s saliva. Cory kisses Robin’s neck as he slowly sinks down onto Robin’s still hardening heat. They groan as the sensation takes them by surprise.

For Robin, the contrast between the cold of the room from Cory’s mouth wetting it down and the heat from Cory’s earlier teased entrance proves a sensation that beats any experience he had even before he met Dickie. All he feels and sees is Cory on top of him, his fingers tracing his torso as he gyrates his hips, pistoning himself up and down. He also hears Cory moaning and crying out.

“Robin. Oh God, Oh GOD! ROBIN YES!” Cory shouts out as he continues this slow yet consistent rhythm with his hips. It’s not long before Robin’s voice joins the calls of praise.

“Oh, God. Cory, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Robin whimpers as he soon grabs Cory’s growing cock and manipulates it as thoroughly as Cory had done with his earlier before he sunk down onto him. Cory throws his head back and the look of Cory this close to being shattered with an orgasm causes Robin to come first, sputtering inside Cory until he feels himself grow flaccid inside the younger man. One more stroke causes Cory to collapse on top of Robin before he climaxes, his seed releasing between both men’s stomachs. After a couple minutes, Cory lifts off of Robin’s lap before rolling off the older man, catching his breath before going into the bathroom to clean Robin off with a warm washcloth, then taking the same cloth to clean himself.

They sleep until early the next morning, tired immediately from their “escapade” and then shower, hoping that the evidence that they had done what was done would disappear. Though Cory’s rump feels a little sore from sinking deep onto Robin’s shaft the night before. There’d be no turning back after this. But they also agreed this can’t happen again.

“Again, Dickie won’t even know about this.” Cory says as he strokes Robin’s cheek for what he knew was the last time.

“Or the fans.” Robin gulps.