DrWorm (drworm) wrote,

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Just in case you were wondering how perverted I really am... have some pretentious perversion! :D

Title: Used To
Fandom: Back to the Future
Pairing: George/Marty
Rating: NC-17 in a big screamin' way...
Warning: Incest. Duh.

Have I mentioned that Crispin Glover is beautiful and I just want to shag the hell out of him? Oh? Well... recently? And this is of course for Nightspore, since it has everything to do with THAT FIC HE NEEDS TO FINISH BEFORE I GO INSANE. Also... if you have any attachments to the song "Brown-Eyed Girl" I... wouldn't recommend reading any further.

Used To


turn me on turn me loose fuck me up and down back and forth side to side oh fuck yes moremoremoremore

Stop. Start. Begin again. Where were we? When are we? When will you be the one kissing me goodnight as the thunder howls?

Right here right now that’s me kissing you and thinking oh god fuck yes please daddy daddy I missed you hey

(where did we go
days when the rains came)

But you haven’t heard that song yet. No one has. Just me only me all alone me while your tongue flicks over the roof of my mouth and Van Morrison hums happily in my cerebellum. But your eyes aren’t brown and you aren’t a girl so what am I thinking about

(playing a new game)

and feeling the shudder of your heartbeat as it rips through your chest to mine more perfectly intimate than fucking

I can feel your pulse when you press your cock against my hand. Needy greedy ohsourgent I know you’re hurting I know the feeling and it’s a good feeling but it does hurt

Soft skin sliding slippery and sweaty over sharp hipbones that dig against mine with every push as you follow the steady instinct to rub against me like I’m your mattress, to fuck me like a girl. Fuck me as practice for mommy, because that’s what I need from you more than anything even though right now I want only thisthisthis more of this

Little cries rumble in your throat pressed awkwardly against my cheek, Adam’s apple against my temple as you ride me without rhythm or patience, eager to slick our bellies with more than sweat and saliva tears or raindrops. Noises of pleasure louder than the thunder that shakes the windowpanes, than the creaking of the bed as you thrust hard make it shake make me shake all your weight on top of me

(saw you just the other day)

I did and you looked so different, the split between grown up

(my how you have grown)

and child adolescent fuckbuddy best friend harderfasteryesplease

Wet hot and thick rain on my stomach, so good Daddy, very good when our hands meet to share your come even though you’re almost crying I can see your eyes shine when the lightening flashes so even though I feel guilty I have to kiss you again

I really didn’t mean to get so lost and forget

(cast my memory back there Lord)

who you really are to me

(sometimes I am overcome thinking ‘bout)

missing you not so much anymore because I know what could have been

(making love makinglovelovelovelove)

I’m sorry Daddy I love you.

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