#and there's a little more energy in me now writing-wise - i think - i hope - we'll see how it goes

[omar-rudeberg]

Lips, love and honey (of course!) for the wip word ask thing, please :)

I'm excited for whatever you're writing, whenever you will post it!

lips

honey

"Honey, no, nuh-uh," Simon teases, halting Wilhelm before he can connect with the contact he's craving - biting his teeth mark into Simon's shoulder. (It's what he always does when Simon gets his fingers on his chest, and what he obviously didn't even realise he was doing just now.) 

Simon brings one of his thumbs to lay across Wilhelm's lips, a silent reminder of their agreement: no lips, no teeth, no tongue.

No lips. Fuck.

wip: a little nostalgic married wilmon venture back into the world of made it with your hands

love

They don’t say I love you. They don’t need to. That’s not the hard part. That lives in their bones, that’s knitted through their veins, that’s what’s weaved the stardust that created their two bodies together in this moment, in this life, in this one existing universe.

wip: more from our engaged lovers in follow through