Oh my god I loved this so much from TOP to BOTTOM, and EXCRUCIATINGLY in between.
The imagery of Alvin busting the bottle made me giggle as always, and Alfred being so dry and in on things was basically hilarious to the enth degree.
And then.. Brucie.
Ah, Brucie. There aren't enough words to express how much I loved him. Mostly because you turned my brains into pink happy goo that melted out of my ear to pool with the rest of my equally melty self. <3<3<3<3
I have an undeniable adoration for people taking their *time* with things, especially when it comes to kisses and laps along skin, so this was just. NHgnhm. *Fan self* The imagery of Brucie lapping up all that champagne was just- god. No. Can't describe. Need to have coherency for the rest of the comment.
Cupcake.
CUPCAKE. ;v; I don't think more needs to be SAID. Just cupcake, oh god. lmfaooo~
Okay, now I'm going to try and post my favourite parts. WATCH THIS COMMENT GET OUT OF HAND IN LARGENESS! :
-"Got a little thirsty? Looks good on you."
-"Easy, Tiger," "Are we playing a game? Shouldn't we get to know each other first?"
-Wayne puts a hand to his chest like he's clutching his *pearls*, a gesture completely at odds with the weight of the Wayne Family Jewels against Alvin's foot.
- "Does anyone *ever* say no to that question? Because- ahaha," he says as Alvin slides off the seat to his knees and reaches for his belt. "You're just an eager little beaver, aren't you?"
XD njaknejkne That's what *I* said! HAHAHA. <3<3
Jesus.
Wayne's not hung like a horse, he's hung like a motherfucking *bull*. His cock springs up toward Alvin's chin and bobs in the air, hard already, and staring back at him like a snake. "Goddamn, what do they feed you motherfuckers?"
MMM. Yes. Please.
- Albert. *Alden*. <3<3<3<3
- Wayne repeats the treatment on the other side of Alvin's chest, and then licks away the sticky trail that runs down Alvin's abs to his belly button. He pauses there, circling with his tongue, and then sits up suddenly, pushing Alvin down against the seat to lie flat, then scooting back and off the seat to kneel on the floor, bringing his eyes to the level of Alvin's shaking belly.
^-- That? That made me. Melt.
- "Don't move," he says, "or you'll spill it."
>v< mmmmgnh. <3<3<3
up until he's just licking the crown
God I love detail like this, it owns my soul. MY SOUL.
Best for last:
I thought you were just aces, Tiger.
GNHNGH, EEEHEE. <3<3<3<3<3
Oh god, this was all I wanted and more. And that *blow job* with the *CHAMPAGNE*, gosh you know how to press *all* of my buttons. It's like when the kids in movies press all the stuff in the elevator to make it light up like a christmas tree. <3<3<3
Champagne is now a kink, yep yep yep. Oh man. How could it not be. Look at this.
LOOK AT IT! *SHAKES LJ* LOOK AT ITTT!
B< Tell the person driving the Zamboni to make an extra run over here please. Maybe five.
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The imagery of Alvin busting the bottle made me giggle as always, and Alfred being so dry and in on things was basically hilarious to the enth degree.
And then.. Brucie.
Ah, Brucie. There aren't enough words to express how much I loved him. Mostly because you turned my brains into pink happy goo that melted out of my ear to pool with the rest of my equally melty self. <3<3<3<3
I have an undeniable adoration for people taking their *time* with things, especially when it comes to kisses and laps along skin, so this was just. NHgnhm. *Fan self* The imagery of Brucie lapping up all that champagne was just- god. No. Can't describe. Need to have coherency for the rest of the comment.
Cupcake.
CUPCAKE. ;v; I don't think more needs to be SAID. Just cupcake, oh god. lmfaooo~
Okay, now I'm going to try and post my favourite parts. WATCH THIS COMMENT GET OUT OF HAND IN LARGENESS! :
-"Got a little thirsty? Looks good on you."
-"Easy, Tiger," "Are we playing a game? Shouldn't we get to know each other first?"
-Wayne puts a hand to his chest like he's clutching his *pearls*, a gesture completely at odds with the weight of the Wayne Family Jewels against Alvin's foot.
- "Does anyone *ever* say no to that question? Because- ahaha," he says as Alvin slides off the seat to his knees and reaches for his belt. "You're just an eager little beaver, aren't you?"
XD njaknejkne That's what *I* said! HAHAHA. <3<3
Jesus.
Wayne's not hung like a horse, he's hung like a motherfucking *bull*. His cock springs up toward Alvin's chin and bobs in the air, hard already, and staring back at him like a snake. "Goddamn, what do they feed you motherfuckers?"
MMM. Yes. Please.
- Albert. *Alden*. <3<3<3<3
- Wayne repeats the treatment on the other side of Alvin's chest, and then licks away the sticky trail that runs down Alvin's abs to his belly button. He pauses there, circling with his tongue, and then sits up suddenly, pushing Alvin down against the seat to lie flat, then scooting back and off the seat to kneel on the floor, bringing his eyes to the level of Alvin's shaking belly.
^-- That? That made me. Melt.
- "Don't move," he says, "or you'll spill it."
>v< mmmmgnh. <3<3<3
up until he's just licking the crown
God I love detail like this, it owns my soul. MY SOUL.
Best for last:
I thought you were just aces, Tiger.
GNHNGH, EEEHEE. <3<3<3<3<3
Oh god, this was all I wanted and more. And that *blow job* with the *CHAMPAGNE*, gosh you know how to press *all* of my buttons. It's like when the kids in movies press all the stuff in the elevator to make it light up like a christmas tree. <3<3<3
Champagne is now a kink, yep yep yep. Oh man. How could it not be. Look at this.
LOOK AT IT! *SHAKES LJ* LOOK AT ITTT!
B< Tell the person driving the Zamboni to make an extra run over here please. Maybe five.