Title: dream or are awake?
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean RPF
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic ( About )
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters : Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom
Notes: Oneshot (of course) for p0rnfest # 4 for prompt "He was fine with that shirt detached " , it really is a trifle of cabbage, Johnny deserves to be treated with all the honors and not with this shameful fic ... But I hope that if one day will read it (OMG, I would worry me) appreciate the commitment to the final save (my) XD
was just a closet for brooms. Nothing strange, no?
am dreaming or awake?
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Were you comfortable with the low-cut shirt. >>
Here's what Johnny Depp, the great, mythical, sensual Johnny Depp had said before him into a closet for the broom and close them in, then advancing toward him with a sly smile, those who knew it would won anyway. Orlando
backed ending with his back against the damp wall of the square room, very small, there were so many exits, indeed, there was just None.
So he had to sit there, watching, listening to Johnny's large hands rested, tanned chest, your nipples are swelling out of spite that instant, those bloody traitors.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, this. >> He said Johnny, with his beautiful deep voice, reassuring him with those dark eyes, bilayers, those from the Indian thoroughbred to enchant you with their intensity. Orlando
swallowed, even though it was uncomfortable, not really. On the set of Pirates of the Caribbean had faced the worst scenes with him, even though he had not gone never aired. It was embarrassing, but not uncomfortable.
Johnny's opened the top button of his shirt white light, revealing his thin chest, even after the sun bronze the ocean, and perfectly smooth. Hope you do not take him for a narcissist.
Johnny took his face in her hands, approached slowly, and kissed him point blank. Orlando rolled his eyes from side to side to see what the heck was going on, but then realized that did not care much.
She lowered her eyes and let him kiss her, kissed him, exchanged a kiss at first light, superficial, which gradually became deeper, breathing in unison, like him, the smell of Johnny was loaded, exuding a magnetic erotic hypnotized, was how to release pheromones in the open air, and Orlando was drowning there of his own . Would never say that the original was even more attractive than Jack Sparrow .
Johnny touched his slender hips with his hands always warm, like a man through and through, Orlando shivered slightly under his skin, pushed gently against him for fear of combining some damage, was not used to kissing men, also Johnny was not a man.
It was just Johnny .
knew kiss well, a gentleman, that day was not a beard, his chin was smooth and hairless as a girl's face, and Orlando finally resigned himself to embrace him as his language was lost in an elegant meeting with gallant the other, firm but never intrusive.
They shook in an embrace that the temperature rose further, even if that heat was ecstatic, made her feel good soul immorally, his hands became more daring, they were closer, more and more heat, until not to stumble along in an auction dropped to the ground, and found themselves on top of each other, lying back with Johnny and Orlando on him that he was trying to not be incinerated by redness on the cheeks.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I, uh ... Heavy ... >> Murmured, not knowing where to put their hands, and Johnny told him very kindly took it from him and placed them on their shoulders, while his plunged into an exploration in that beautiful white shirt that he wore Orlando, followed , for the entire line back, tickled the coccyx, ran his fingers along the ribs causing trembling, and it was damn exciting. Orlando
simply got lost.
is lost in that situation to the limit of the impossible, was lost in the dark eyes of Johnny who occasionally stopped to look before you start to kiss him, was lost in a delirium that was melting the reins of inhibition, fear, and His movements had started to be more driven, more profound, it was getting involved, and was appreciating like crazy.
not take long to find themselves rolling in a confused jumble of legs and arms, including passionate kisses and dresses that were shoved, Johnny was a poison, a toxin that can be slipped under the skin by destroying inhibitions and instilling sensations on the edge of tolerable, and Orlando did not think even escape this treatment, in fact, there was throwing without even looking.
Both knew that he would like. Orlando
stifled a groan in his throat when he heard the virility of Johnny come into him, he clung to his shoulders, taking a deep breath, licked each other's thighs plan to do to relax, and finally the youngest began to rock above him, eyes closed, with sensations never felt before it unraveled in the blood, and made his heart beat twice as fast. He
leverage knees without moving quickly on the body of Johnny, he let himself being taken over, gasped for each shot with the abdominal muscles that twitched and stiffened second by second, I felt deeply, always harder, more intimate , made him mad, his every thought monopolized by dragging it to an absolute frenzy, shouting frantic hormones, and the body of Johnny so terribly, overly ecstatic, male, powerful, energetic, breathtaking, him, him alone and only .
Orlando leaned on his chest while continuing to push, did not think of anything that was not the pleasure was rising in a straight line on the inside, broken breaths Johnny gave him the coup de grace, sensual, haunting, a lengthy spell that made him almost to orgasm, but not if granted, continued, shook teeth and extend that languidissima, wanton torture again and again, until he was a Johnny come first, and hold hands.
Orlando finally granted his wish that it deserved, very few pushes and he was pleading with a groan, before collapsing on the body of Johnny, in his arms.
now that I think, he did not know where they were. He did not know why, and he did not know with whom.
Actually, did not even know if that was the reality, or only a dream.
But do not give a shit really.
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