#copilots

Violets have symbolized sapphic love since the 7th century BCE. They continue to be a discreet symbol of queer affection, hence my enthusiasm for a story called 'The Violet Hour' starring our favorite sapphic duo here. More below the line:

So, I started a rough first draft of volume one, and I did that thing we all do where I read it one too many times before finishing it because I had written myself into a bit of a corner. I was generally unhappy with the way I had written it since now it feels like I was trying too hard to be elegant and verbose when the situation absolutely did not call for it. Do I tend to go on and on? Yes. Do I want to FORCE myself to go on and on? No.

As a result, I'm using the first draft of the first nine chapters to give me a baseline of how major events play out. This is in the story's best interest overall; now I can address my previous doubts in my portrayal of my characters in the finished product as well as the pacing of the story. I moved too fast in the first draft, which I tortured myself over. I want to push myself to make the mundane parts of their journey interesting too, not just the obstacles.

With hope, I won't find myself at a loss near the end of their journey the way I did in the first draft. This is a minor bump in a long process, and I'm trying to be kind to myself. Every writer at some point faces a similar issue, but if we all let that stop us we would be without some of the wonderful stories that helped shape generations.

The way you make my world all sparkling and soft and beautiful every time you fill me up and make me come.

And how you... stay.

I want... Um, I want to keep you there. All night. In me. I want to fall asleep like that and wake up like that and... Sometimes this need I have to keep you is a little scary, LT. I've never-

It's never been like this before. Ever.

(long story short this ask made him super emotional and he'd like nothing more than all of this but it all just made him super horny also so here is some pointless but possibly emo smut lolol - if it's incoherent it's bc I'm delirious he's just v loud and I may edit in the am)

The pilot's erection finally subsided after meal break. But the halfie he got from the anticipation of seeing Luca's shoes next to his or the boy's toothbrush by his sink turned full steel as he entered the room.

Luca was naked and clearly anticipating the end of his boyfriend's shift. His perfect, smooth, and rounded ass wiggled. Luca giggled and Ryan cursed something incomprehensiblely Scottish at the same time.

The pilot fell to his knees on the bed, mouth trailing sweet kisses along his lover's smooth curves as his hands worked to free himself. He flattened his tongue, licking every part he could reach as Luca panted and squealed underneath him.

Ryan finally worked his dick free, kicking his stiff uniform off with his heavy boots before trailing featherlight touches up Luca's inner thighs to grip his cock. "That's it, baby boy." The pilot crooned, replacing his tongue with his fingers to work the engineer open as he talked.

He liked Luca's orgasms more than his own - not that it did anything to soothe the screaming ache in him - but it made it easy to concentrate more on the way Luca stretched around his probing tongue and stretching fingers. The way his slim hips thrust his pretty dick into Ryan's hand, trying to fuck into the older man's grip. His own need throbbed, leaking liquid desire in warm trails that cooled too quickly in the room's air.

He needed more.

He adjusted them both, trailing kisses along the engineer's spine as he lined himself up. "I have been thinking about what you said all day."

His brow furrowed as he teased them both, swirling the tip of his dick around Luca's hole only to slide past it every time the angle felt just right. "I can't stop thinking about what you said. All day."

He had to bite his lip to silence the groan that forced it's way out of his chest so that he could hear the sounds that came out of Luca when Ryan finally started to push against him.

"Easy, baby. Easy." He offered a low chuckle, stroking the boy's back.

Ryan was enamored by Luca's eagerness. His hunger. And most days he was perfectly content to laze back and watch his boy take every inch he had to give. But Lucas words had swirled around his head and his heart all day and all he wanted was to hear him come undone.

His first strokes were shallow, the tiniest rocking of his tattooed hips as Luca adjusted around him.

"More," the engineer urged, trying to back up, to take more of the pilot inside of him like he couldnt ever get enough.

“First drifts can be rough; I should’ve warned you.”

More of them <3