Brendan & Vincent's Place

Because I am in the middle of finishing a story for a deadline, I'm doing a bit of recycling this evening. To prompt some comment fic or just porny musings, I'm re-using the pics under the cut, and I won't say any more - just let the photos speak for themselves.

( NSFW images... )

Insomnia is an often cruel, but wonderful thing. This is the result of finding a fabulous base and this exchange with ariadne83. The drabble is fine, but the manip is NSFW.

Carnal, the drabble

When it started, he can't say… not even to Vince. Because Vince likes to think he had some part in it, and that's okay, but it's more fair to say he awakened it.

The cool flutter against rough skin and the tight hug that quickly warms more than the surface. But it's out now; he can't hide it any longer. Doesn't want to. It's something he needs, something he wants. Not all the time. He's still practical, if not conservative.

For those special times when the only thing more important than that silky whisper, is the light in Vincent's eyes.

( Carnal, the manip... )