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eliot_thespectacular) wrote2023-11-04 06:42 pm
eliot_thespectacular) wrote2023-11-04 06:42 pm
John
Eliot was feeling much better about his position on the ship now. Particularly having quarters of his own, as meager as they were. It felt as if he were in a place now where he could improve upon things. And he hadn't even had to fuck anyone for it. Plus Winter's potion had worked, and he hadn't vomited in days.
Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.
Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.
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John got lost in the kiss and his rhythm stuttered, dragging him away from the edge. He lingered there, exploring the taste of Eliot's tongue. He was in no hurry to end...certainly not now that they had the bed and some comfort.