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Fic-A-Day: Close Up, Close In, Clothes Off - Pones
Title: Close Up, Close In, Clothes Off
Author: Ellie (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evolia)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pones - PoynterJones
Genre: Smut
Part: 1/1 - Standalone
Summary: “I’m having. Weird fantasies.”
A/N: Con-crit very welcome. Like, really, I'm not joking, you can tell me how much this sucks and I'll probably still love you.
Not beta'ed, gah.
Reviews are like crack, and give me the want to write more, people. *grin*
And thanks to everyone who reviewed on my other fics, you are all angels, I love you very much so.
This was written forimagination55 who prompted me with 'Exposed', and let me be free for the rest. So pairing of my choice, and kind of fic of my choice. That idea was tugging at my brain the second I saw what prompt she chose, so, here it is. (Do it here!). I don't like the ending so much, but. I quite like the rest.
Con-crit is welcome!
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's only pure fun for my twisted mind and my equally twisted muse. And I'm poor anyway.
“Oh my God!”
Danny lunges forward, closing Dougie’s knees, as giggles and squeals erupt from everywhere in the rooms, blushes creeps up on faces and Harry singsongs softly as Tom giggles hard, lots. A look is exchanged, deep blue clashing against light blue, and Danny smiles softly at Dougie as there’s thankfulness passing through.
“The mouse came out of the house!”
**
He can’t sleep anymore, without thinking about it. It’s a first, for him, to have such a fantasy. It’s a weird kink, too. But Danny tries his best to ignore it, tries his best to shake the feeling, tries his best to push away the images. But Dougie is always there, looming at the edge of Danny’s brain, boxers-clad and exposing himself involuntarily. It’s a snippet of their lives he can’t take away.
It’s not like he’s never seen Dougie naked, really, or it’s not like he can’t have Dougie naked whenever he wants, but it’s just the fact that there was that fleeting instant of peepshow, a teasing that made Danny’s body awaken. And now he can’t stop thinking about it, even when he’s lying in bed beside Dougie.
“What’s up with you?”
Words are whispered softly in the night, as eyes open and shine lightly in the darkness, moving over Danny’s features as he faces Dougie in the night and bites his lip, a move that has the bassist pull a hand from under the covers to tug Danny’s bottom lip back in place, and it’s a sweet gesture, a quick and soft swipe of his thumb across the guitarist’s slightly chapped lips. It’s the kind of moves that makes Danny’s heart ache when they’re away from each other, because it’s nothing, yet it’s everything.
“You’ve been acting slightly strange since that Live Lounge thing, Dan.”
“Stranger than usual?”
His voice is hoarse and he wishes he could just stop the flood of images coming to his brain, making his thoughts hard to process as he feels obsessed by that moment. Come on, it was just a second of Dougie peeking from his boxers!
Enough to drive Danny crazy with ideas.
“Stranger than usual.”
Dougie nods with a smile when he answers, but his eyes are slightly worried, because he doesn’t understand what’s going on with Danny’s brain, doesn’t understand what’s clouding his thoughts, and wishes he could. He’s thinking it’s his fault too, and it’s fucking eating away at him, badly.
“Is that because I got naked? Because I know you would rather if I didn’t, but I was just playing along…”
“No, no!”
Stopping Dougie before he fell down into apologies that aren’t needed, Danny grips onto the bassist’s hand and squeezes hard, shaking his head forcefully, before burying it into the pillow, feeling his cheeks enflaming because he’s going to tell the truth and it’s making him feel foolish. His voice is husky and muffled when he talks, but then he manages to throw it out, there in the open, and it’s strangely relieving.
“I’m having. Weird fantasies.”
The tone of Dougie’s voice is one of surprise, because he really didn’t think about that. He thought that was something big, something huge, but then he remembers Danny can get busy with very little things, and when the guitarist looks back at him, his smile grows bigger as Danny frowns.
“You can have fantasies about other guys, mate, it’s –”
“It’s not about other guys.”
“Then what?”
“I’m a pervert.”
“Sure you are. Spill. Tell me!”
“I dream about you…exposing yourself.”
Dougie blinks a few times, confused. And then Danny blurts it out, the stripping ‘I never’, the peeking, the watching, the obsession over that moment. And Dougie listens, keeps his smile to himself. Danny really drives himself crazy over small things. Relatively talking, because nothing about Dougie is small, of course. And when Danny stops talking, Dougie simply kisses him, and tells him to go to sleep, as an idea grows in his head.
**
When Danny walks in Dougie’s bedroom that evening, there’s only the nightstand lamp on, and the young bassist is perched on his dresser, bare feet kicking softly against the wood, looking at the door intently, thus, looking at Danny intently.
“What’s up?”
“Shut the door.”
The tone is imperious and leaves no place for an argument, and makes Danny raises his eyebrows in surprise. It’s quite hot in the room, he realises after a minute, as the door clicks behind him and he hears Dougie’s feet touch the ground. The younger male points to the bed when Danny turns back around.
“Sit.”
There’s nothing Danny likes more than when Dougie takes charge for a while and bosses him around a bit, because it’s very much unusual and it’s really, really sexy. So Danny does as ordered, sit on the edge of the large bed and watches Dougie stand in front of him, feet apart and hi-fi system remote in hand. Something clicks, and music starts. Slow, soft 70’s soul music, the kind that is spine-chilling and that makes Danny relax a bit, leans back on his hands and keep his eyes on his boyfriend as Dougie drops the remote on the bed and licks his lips nervously.
“What are you doing?”
“Shut up. Just.” Dougie holds up a hand. “Shut up.”
Danny’s about to reply, but when the music picks up, the young bassist starts to move, relaxing as his body follows the rhythm of the song, determined to do this and to give in what Danny wants, because he has to admit he’s quite aroused by the idea himself, and even if it’s a bit ridiculous, it’s still sexy.
His heart is beating fast when his hands fall down to the hem of his hoodie, playing it up over his hips and back down, as he meets Danny’s eyes, in which the scene finally clicks. He opens his mouth, but closes it again when Dougie teases a little further, brings his sweater upper, giving in, inch by inch.
When he pulls it over his head and throw it in the general direction of Danny, there’s a chuckle and the mood in the room switch from tense to relaxed, as they’re both into it and they both want this to go on, they both want to see how long such a game can be played. And when Dougie drags his shirt up his stomach, fingers caressing his own skin slowly, sensually, Danny coughs and licks his lips, eyes darkening. Dougie turns and shifts, shows the valley of his spine, bends over and straightens up, and Danny spreads his legs in front of him, trying to get more comfortable as he’s tantalized, eyes following every move.
The shirt gets out the way then, and Dougie walks closer to Danny, closer and closer, until the guitarist’s head is inches apart from his chest, and plays with his belt buckle, as he flexes his knees and rubs his hips in Danny’s, earning himself a soft moan, that is drowned in the music. Danny refrains from working the belt loose himself and just violate Dougie right there, right then, because that is totally turning him on and he wants more, he definitely wants more.
The belt is tugged off Dougie’s jeans loops, and thrown around Danny’s neck, as Dougie arches his back and crushes his lips against the guitarist’s, giving up for a second as he melts in a mind-blowing kiss, a kiss that makes them both shiver despite the heat in the room. When he backs away, Dougie’s lips are swollen and Danny lets out a groan as his head moves forward, trying to catch the bassist’s lips between his again, but the younger man is having none of it, as he gets back to his previous spot, a light smile on his lips as he realises his belt is still around Danny’s neck.
He turns again, showing his butt to Danny as there’s the sound of his jeans button popping open, and the zipper going down, as Dougie teases more, teases further, chequered boxers coming into view, then hidden again. When he faces Danny again, there’s an obvious arousal there, and it matches the brunette. They both see it, their eyes meeting and their heartbeats accelerating, in sync with each other as Dougie’s baggy jeans drop to the floor in one swoop, one flick of his wrist. He steps away from them swiftly, kicking them to the side with a cheeky grin and a chuckle from Danny, who, despite being deeply enthralled, can’t help it, as the move is just goofy, but still doesn’t break the spell.
The brunette guitarist’s eyes grow darker by the second, when Dougie faces him again and curls his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, mesmerized, hypnotized, when more flesh is exposed, pelvis bones meeting paler skin, strong thighs coming into view, before the boxers fall to the ground and Danny almost goes cross-eyed, as Dougie steps closer, erection standing proud and beautiful. There’s a hard swallow of a lump of desire from Danny, as he lets himself fall from the edge of the bed, onto his knees, and looks up in the blue eyes of his lover, which are sparkling with mischief.
“Come here.”
The roles are reversed at that exact moment, as Dougie obeys without commenting, without a single word, his blue orbs turning dark as well when he meets those of Danny and the determination that is written there, the strength of a need that can’t be denied. So he steps closer, up to the point Danny’s hand wraps around the bassist’s hip and tugs him forward, fingers spreading over a butt cheek and flexing absent-mindedly, bringing a moan out of Dougie’s lips.
Moan that intensifies tenfold when Danny doesn’t skip a beat and takes the bassist’s length in his mouth, tongue flattening on the underside as he hums softly, knowing the vibrations just drove Dougie insane. And they do, as the younger male threads his fingers in Danny’s unruly curly hair, head thrown back and mouth hanging open, muscles tense so as to not thrust his hips in his lover’s mouth, trying to keep an ounce of self-control as Danny’s mouth starts moving around him, tongue twirling and teeth lightly scraping, sending Dougie over the edge in a record time.
There are incoherent words leaving his lips when the guitarist licks the tip of his cock, fingers squeezing his flesh stronger now, himself on the verge of an intense orgasm, free hand inside his pants and pulling at his own arousal, putting pressure and driving himself closer. Dougie’s fingers tighten in Danny’s hair, as his tongue teases him, light, fast swipes followed by wet sloppy kisses, all over his arousal, making the young blonde jerk forward, the two of them using each other for balance.
Danny comes first, after he managed to pull his pants and boxers down to have much needed space, but Dougie follows right after, the shaky moves of his lover as he hit orgasm bringing him to fall along, knees buckling and shivers running down his spine, skin tingling. Breathing is fast and uneven as they look at each other, lust, love and satisfaction lacing their fingers together as Dougie pulls Danny up into a hug.
“So that expose yourself thing…We should do it more often.”
In the background, the music that is still playing is muffled by the drumming of heartbeats as smiles appear and lips meet again.
PoynterJones/Standalone
Author: Ellie (
evolia)Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pones - PoynterJones
Genre: Smut
Part: 1/1 - Standalone
Summary: “I’m having. Weird fantasies.”
A/N: Con-crit very welcome. Like, really, I'm not joking, you can tell me how much this sucks and I'll probably still love you.
Not beta'ed, gah.
Reviews are like crack, and give me the want to write more, people. *grin*
And thanks to everyone who reviewed on my other fics, you are all angels, I love you very much so.
This was written for
imagination55 who prompted me with 'Exposed', and let me be free for the rest. So pairing of my choice, and kind of fic of my choice. That idea was tugging at my brain the second I saw what prompt she chose, so, here it is. (Do it here!). I don't like the ending so much, but. I quite like the rest. Con-crit is welcome!
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's only pure fun for my twisted mind and my equally twisted muse. And I'm poor anyway.
“Oh my God!”
Danny lunges forward, closing Dougie’s knees, as giggles and squeals erupt from everywhere in the rooms, blushes creeps up on faces and Harry singsongs softly as Tom giggles hard, lots. A look is exchanged, deep blue clashing against light blue, and Danny smiles softly at Dougie as there’s thankfulness passing through.
“The mouse came out of the house!”
**
He can’t sleep anymore, without thinking about it. It’s a first, for him, to have such a fantasy. It’s a weird kink, too. But Danny tries his best to ignore it, tries his best to shake the feeling, tries his best to push away the images. But Dougie is always there, looming at the edge of Danny’s brain, boxers-clad and exposing himself involuntarily. It’s a snippet of their lives he can’t take away.
It’s not like he’s never seen Dougie naked, really, or it’s not like he can’t have Dougie naked whenever he wants, but it’s just the fact that there was that fleeting instant of peepshow, a teasing that made Danny’s body awaken. And now he can’t stop thinking about it, even when he’s lying in bed beside Dougie.
“What’s up with you?”
Words are whispered softly in the night, as eyes open and shine lightly in the darkness, moving over Danny’s features as he faces Dougie in the night and bites his lip, a move that has the bassist pull a hand from under the covers to tug Danny’s bottom lip back in place, and it’s a sweet gesture, a quick and soft swipe of his thumb across the guitarist’s slightly chapped lips. It’s the kind of moves that makes Danny’s heart ache when they’re away from each other, because it’s nothing, yet it’s everything.
“You’ve been acting slightly strange since that Live Lounge thing, Dan.”
“Stranger than usual?”
His voice is hoarse and he wishes he could just stop the flood of images coming to his brain, making his thoughts hard to process as he feels obsessed by that moment. Come on, it was just a second of Dougie peeking from his boxers!
Enough to drive Danny crazy with ideas.
“Stranger than usual.”
Dougie nods with a smile when he answers, but his eyes are slightly worried, because he doesn’t understand what’s going on with Danny’s brain, doesn’t understand what’s clouding his thoughts, and wishes he could. He’s thinking it’s his fault too, and it’s fucking eating away at him, badly.
“Is that because I got naked? Because I know you would rather if I didn’t, but I was just playing along…”
“No, no!”
Stopping Dougie before he fell down into apologies that aren’t needed, Danny grips onto the bassist’s hand and squeezes hard, shaking his head forcefully, before burying it into the pillow, feeling his cheeks enflaming because he’s going to tell the truth and it’s making him feel foolish. His voice is husky and muffled when he talks, but then he manages to throw it out, there in the open, and it’s strangely relieving.
“I’m having. Weird fantasies.”
The tone of Dougie’s voice is one of surprise, because he really didn’t think about that. He thought that was something big, something huge, but then he remembers Danny can get busy with very little things, and when the guitarist looks back at him, his smile grows bigger as Danny frowns.
“You can have fantasies about other guys, mate, it’s –”
“It’s not about other guys.”
“Then what?”
“I’m a pervert.”
“Sure you are. Spill. Tell me!”
“I dream about you…exposing yourself.”
Dougie blinks a few times, confused. And then Danny blurts it out, the stripping ‘I never’, the peeking, the watching, the obsession over that moment. And Dougie listens, keeps his smile to himself. Danny really drives himself crazy over small things. Relatively talking, because nothing about Dougie is small, of course. And when Danny stops talking, Dougie simply kisses him, and tells him to go to sleep, as an idea grows in his head.
**
When Danny walks in Dougie’s bedroom that evening, there’s only the nightstand lamp on, and the young bassist is perched on his dresser, bare feet kicking softly against the wood, looking at the door intently, thus, looking at Danny intently.
“What’s up?”
“Shut the door.”
The tone is imperious and leaves no place for an argument, and makes Danny raises his eyebrows in surprise. It’s quite hot in the room, he realises after a minute, as the door clicks behind him and he hears Dougie’s feet touch the ground. The younger male points to the bed when Danny turns back around.
“Sit.”
There’s nothing Danny likes more than when Dougie takes charge for a while and bosses him around a bit, because it’s very much unusual and it’s really, really sexy. So Danny does as ordered, sit on the edge of the large bed and watches Dougie stand in front of him, feet apart and hi-fi system remote in hand. Something clicks, and music starts. Slow, soft 70’s soul music, the kind that is spine-chilling and that makes Danny relax a bit, leans back on his hands and keep his eyes on his boyfriend as Dougie drops the remote on the bed and licks his lips nervously.
“What are you doing?”
“Shut up. Just.” Dougie holds up a hand. “Shut up.”
Danny’s about to reply, but when the music picks up, the young bassist starts to move, relaxing as his body follows the rhythm of the song, determined to do this and to give in what Danny wants, because he has to admit he’s quite aroused by the idea himself, and even if it’s a bit ridiculous, it’s still sexy.
His heart is beating fast when his hands fall down to the hem of his hoodie, playing it up over his hips and back down, as he meets Danny’s eyes, in which the scene finally clicks. He opens his mouth, but closes it again when Dougie teases a little further, brings his sweater upper, giving in, inch by inch.
When he pulls it over his head and throw it in the general direction of Danny, there’s a chuckle and the mood in the room switch from tense to relaxed, as they’re both into it and they both want this to go on, they both want to see how long such a game can be played. And when Dougie drags his shirt up his stomach, fingers caressing his own skin slowly, sensually, Danny coughs and licks his lips, eyes darkening. Dougie turns and shifts, shows the valley of his spine, bends over and straightens up, and Danny spreads his legs in front of him, trying to get more comfortable as he’s tantalized, eyes following every move.
The shirt gets out the way then, and Dougie walks closer to Danny, closer and closer, until the guitarist’s head is inches apart from his chest, and plays with his belt buckle, as he flexes his knees and rubs his hips in Danny’s, earning himself a soft moan, that is drowned in the music. Danny refrains from working the belt loose himself and just violate Dougie right there, right then, because that is totally turning him on and he wants more, he definitely wants more.
The belt is tugged off Dougie’s jeans loops, and thrown around Danny’s neck, as Dougie arches his back and crushes his lips against the guitarist’s, giving up for a second as he melts in a mind-blowing kiss, a kiss that makes them both shiver despite the heat in the room. When he backs away, Dougie’s lips are swollen and Danny lets out a groan as his head moves forward, trying to catch the bassist’s lips between his again, but the younger man is having none of it, as he gets back to his previous spot, a light smile on his lips as he realises his belt is still around Danny’s neck.
He turns again, showing his butt to Danny as there’s the sound of his jeans button popping open, and the zipper going down, as Dougie teases more, teases further, chequered boxers coming into view, then hidden again. When he faces Danny again, there’s an obvious arousal there, and it matches the brunette. They both see it, their eyes meeting and their heartbeats accelerating, in sync with each other as Dougie’s baggy jeans drop to the floor in one swoop, one flick of his wrist. He steps away from them swiftly, kicking them to the side with a cheeky grin and a chuckle from Danny, who, despite being deeply enthralled, can’t help it, as the move is just goofy, but still doesn’t break the spell.
The brunette guitarist’s eyes grow darker by the second, when Dougie faces him again and curls his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers, mesmerized, hypnotized, when more flesh is exposed, pelvis bones meeting paler skin, strong thighs coming into view, before the boxers fall to the ground and Danny almost goes cross-eyed, as Dougie steps closer, erection standing proud and beautiful. There’s a hard swallow of a lump of desire from Danny, as he lets himself fall from the edge of the bed, onto his knees, and looks up in the blue eyes of his lover, which are sparkling with mischief.
“Come here.”
The roles are reversed at that exact moment, as Dougie obeys without commenting, without a single word, his blue orbs turning dark as well when he meets those of Danny and the determination that is written there, the strength of a need that can’t be denied. So he steps closer, up to the point Danny’s hand wraps around the bassist’s hip and tugs him forward, fingers spreading over a butt cheek and flexing absent-mindedly, bringing a moan out of Dougie’s lips.
Moan that intensifies tenfold when Danny doesn’t skip a beat and takes the bassist’s length in his mouth, tongue flattening on the underside as he hums softly, knowing the vibrations just drove Dougie insane. And they do, as the younger male threads his fingers in Danny’s unruly curly hair, head thrown back and mouth hanging open, muscles tense so as to not thrust his hips in his lover’s mouth, trying to keep an ounce of self-control as Danny’s mouth starts moving around him, tongue twirling and teeth lightly scraping, sending Dougie over the edge in a record time.
There are incoherent words leaving his lips when the guitarist licks the tip of his cock, fingers squeezing his flesh stronger now, himself on the verge of an intense orgasm, free hand inside his pants and pulling at his own arousal, putting pressure and driving himself closer. Dougie’s fingers tighten in Danny’s hair, as his tongue teases him, light, fast swipes followed by wet sloppy kisses, all over his arousal, making the young blonde jerk forward, the two of them using each other for balance.
Danny comes first, after he managed to pull his pants and boxers down to have much needed space, but Dougie follows right after, the shaky moves of his lover as he hit orgasm bringing him to fall along, knees buckling and shivers running down his spine, skin tingling. Breathing is fast and uneven as they look at each other, lust, love and satisfaction lacing their fingers together as Dougie pulls Danny up into a hug.
“So that expose yourself thing…We should do it more often.”
In the background, the music that is still playing is muffled by the drumming of heartbeats as smiles appear and lips meet again.
PoynterJones/Standalone
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<3
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Anyway, glad you liked ^^
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Rawr. I got quite involved in that, leaning forward on my seat type thing.
*points to name* *giggles*
*iz childish*So he steps closer, up to the point Danny’s hand wraps around the bassist’s hip and tugs him forward, fingers spreading over a butt cheek and flexing absent-mindedly, bringing a moan out of Dougie’s lips.
That's a sexy image and I really like anything that features music/dance. Yeah, nowt sexier ♥
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I leant forward on my seat while writing it too...got some images in my head, duh. *coughs*
By all means...here's your prompted fic, darling! Sorry it's not Flones, but...*shrugs*
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HEAR THAT KARMA?! Niiiice!
Hopefully it'll pay attention. [/ramble]
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Glad you liked =)
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I like the whole music/dancing/stripping thing. Very sexy. Had me leaning forwards in my seat and everything, heh.
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And omg that icon is deadly appropriate. *licks*
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Now I can sleep happily :)
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Have good, Naked!Dougie dreams! =D
Glad I could be of any help ^_^
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And over all smut is always loved!
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It was pretty much very hard to write, so if you were into it, I'm happy!
Smut is always good. *pats smut*
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It wasn't too serious, but at the same time it was really sexy. Like playful smut sort of, haha. Dougie's such a tease. But Danny loves it. XD
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I'm glad you liked =DD
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Ever since I watched that video I did wonder if someone would make a fic out of it.
Haha I loved how that was Danny’s fantasy even though he could see Dougie naked anytime. It added something different to it. I think a peek of Dougie would drive anyone crazy, you can’t blame the man!!
Anyway, that was very hot. I really loved it <3
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I don't think, because you have someone on a regular basis, you can't develop pervy fantasies over said person. Wanted to show that in that fic ^^
Glad you liked, really =D
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I swear,that would be a lot better XD
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But, yeah. I would like Dougie to strip for me aswell. That would be niiiiiiiiice. He did, in my head, while I was writing this, though ^^
Thanks for reading! =D
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Woah,whip? nice;P
hehe,but just imagine,somebody striping him - wouldn't THAT be even better?
:)
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*grabs cookies to bake*
♥
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That's a good one. I'll keep it close and cherish that comment forever. *cackles*
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I do think this did happen as Danny did try to cover Dougie's exposed...emm stuff with his own hands. Quite a bit of familiarity with Dougie bits there, isn't it.
*fan self with hand*
Stripping Dougie (voluntarily, that is..) is quite hot!
Thanks for posting :)
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Thank you for reading, more than thank me for posting ;)