moldava

Yes, I am.
I can never fit into the 100 worlds limit and I can't bear the pain of taking stuff out.

So, get this.

SeanVig, first one to guess right both whose crotch is it in the icon and whose pov is the not-a-drabble from (not necessarily one and the same) gets a fic or a drabble or whatever comes to my mind next

Lips

Staring at himself in the mirror he swept a finger across his lips.

In the mirror they looked as they usually did - thin, male, banal - but from inside they felt different.

Last time he'd felt them like this was after a particularly aggressive girlfriend had nibbled on them for what had seemed like ages.
He had gone along, not really feeling entertained, taking it just as a minor disturbance on the way to something more.

No such cool distance this time.
No such need to draw things out this time.
No such cause this time.

Just pressing them down around a length of hard flesh, unexpectedly warm and satiny.
Just curling them over teeth, protectively.
Just sliding them along, up and down, and up and down.
Just wanting to do it all over again as soon as it was finished.
Just wondering how soon he would be allowed to.