#sharing wips

Here’s a snippet of our sweet idiots David and Matteo (this is a sequel/part two of No room for doubt): 

“I heard you say something about loud sex,” David said, between sucking small scraping bites onto Matteo’s neck, making desire spike every time he did.  “You want to try some of that now?  Laura is out for the day and we have all the time in the world.”

Matteo shivered at the words.  Fuck yeah he wanted that. “Yeah,” he managed to get out, his voice strangled as David kept up his ministrations on his neck.

His own hands finally remembered they should do something too, and slid down to cup David’s ass, pulling him in more firmly against his growing erection.  He ground down, pressing closer and whimpered again as David’s teeth gently scraped another mark onto his neck.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” David murmured against his skin, the buzzing of the words sending shivery delight through Matteo’s body again.

His fingers slid between them, dipped into Matteo’s sweatpants, and ran an experimental line down his now-rigid dick.  Matteo let his head fall forward onto David’s shoulder, already on fire from so many sensations.  He breathed low, tried to keep himself under control.

“Fuck,” he whispered, felt the warmth of his own breath fan out over the exposed skin under the collar of David’s shirt, and felt the shiver that went through him.  Matteo smiled.  At least he wasn’t the only one affected.

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Here’s the snippet with the amazing duo Leonie/Sara (it’s full of hot aching, pining and masturbating, and probably building a little slower than usual, but it will hopefully be worth it in the end): 

”We’re going to the party at Matteo’s this Saturday, right?” Leonie turned to her, and smiled, and Sara blinked. She didn’t know how to handle Leonie looking at her with a sleepy smile and hooded eyes. So she looked down on her phone. 

“Who else is coming?”

“All the usual,” Leonie said. “You know, Matteo and his flatmates will be there, and the boys come, just like Hanna and her crew, and you and me. Probably a bunch of other people, too.”

“I don’t know… why do I wanna go, again?”

“Because I want you to?” Leonie asked, leaning up a little and Sara hated whoever made her bed so small that they had to lie so close that she had to stare at Leonie’s neck, her slightly tangled hair, bright eyes and soft lips. Fuck, her soft lips… 

“Sara? Leonie prompted, and Sara realised she’d lost herself in Leonie again. 

“Fine,” Sara said, trying to compose her face into something neutral. ”That’s cool, then. We’re going.”

”Cool.” Leonie smiled and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back, looking too cute and making a something tingle in Sara’s stomach. “I promise you’ll love it, she teased, smiling enough to light up the room. 

“Sure.” Sara’s eyes slid back up, following the curves of Leonie’s body, and fuck, she was lying so close, and she was so warm, and sleepy, and Sara wanted to let her hands glide under Leonie’s shirt, and dip under her waistband, she wanted to kiss Leonie’s lips and lick her neck, too. Fuck. She needed to stop!

Leonie was her best friend, and straight, and Sara didn’t want to be the creep that ruined everything.