PotC Drabble - Thinking with...
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order_of_chaosAN: Right. This is, without doubt, the strangest POV I've ever
written from. And I'm going to post it, and stop second-guessing
my sanity, which disappeared long ago in any case, and isn't available
for questioning.
Title: Thinking with...
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
order_of_chaos
Pairing: Sparrington.
Rating: R? (UST, vivid imagination and ....)
Summary: Would spoil the surprise, trust me.
Thinking with…
James' cock thought that Jack Sparrow was the most intriguing, frustrating, desirable person it had seen for a very long time. Meretricious, exotic, hypnotic and altogether too beautiful. Unfairly beautiful. It wanted to feel those expressive hands wrapped about it, stroking, teasing, caressing… wanted those lips, pouting, smirking, knowing, tempting, to take it in, taste it, suck it and savour it, wanted to bury itself deep within that tight backside and feel those muscles rippling and clenching around it, and needed - needed - to empty itself inside that pirate in a flood of ecstasy. It was obsessed.
Needed, needed, needed - but no matter how much James' cock pleaded, throbbing and urgent in its overpowering, all-consuming desire, no matter how it ached, and wept precome against the tight tight whiteness of his naval breeches, no matter the heat it would send over and over again, burning through the rest of his body….
Commodore James Norrington didn't think with his cock.
Pity, really.
Title: Thinking with...
Author:
order_of_chaosPairing: Sparrington.
Rating: R? (UST, vivid imagination and ....)
Summary: Would spoil the surprise, trust me.
Thinking with…
James' cock thought that Jack Sparrow was the most intriguing, frustrating, desirable person it had seen for a very long time. Meretricious, exotic, hypnotic and altogether too beautiful. Unfairly beautiful. It wanted to feel those expressive hands wrapped about it, stroking, teasing, caressing… wanted those lips, pouting, smirking, knowing, tempting, to take it in, taste it, suck it and savour it, wanted to bury itself deep within that tight backside and feel those muscles rippling and clenching around it, and needed - needed - to empty itself inside that pirate in a flood of ecstasy. It was obsessed.
Needed, needed, needed - but no matter how much James' cock pleaded, throbbing and urgent in its overpowering, all-consuming desire, no matter how it ached, and wept precome against the tight tight whiteness of his naval breeches, no matter the heat it would send over and over again, burning through the rest of his body….
Commodore James Norrington didn't think with his cock.
Pity, really.
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Date: 2005-09-07 01:17 am (UTC)