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ajremixTitle: Pick Me Up
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2402
Characters: Ted, Booster
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boostle anon kink meme
Summary: Ted just wants to unwind with his favorite toy. Booster explains why that toy is Ted’s favorite.
It was a terrible week to cap off a bad month and Ted didn’t want anything except to enjoy a long weekend by himself. He needed to relax. He needed to not go into work Monday wanting to punch the first person to give him a hard time. It would help, of course, if the board wasn’t getting on his case about stocks, or if all the projects in development worked right. Which only compounded his own problematic personal life- what with Bruce getting all twitchy and glowery over the fact that Ted was opening an office in Gotham; being called up because Ronnie relapsed into alcohol again and someone needed to watch over him until his father could get him into a clinic. Then Booster got on Ted’s case about it because even if the kid was a bit clingy, he was a mess and Ted was being a good friend, dammit, Booster needed to stop seeing things that wasn’t there. And he needed to stop blatantly flirting with Lorraine in retaliation for these imaginary acts of philandering.
Basically, what it all added up to was that Ted hadn’t had sex in the better part of a month and really, really needed to get off.
Tossing his tie and jacket onto a chair (and missing), Ted stalked into his bedroom and to the closet, taking out a small box filled with old science publications. At the bottom was a cloth bag that Ted took out, stopped by the nightstand by his bed to grab a bottle of lube, toed off his shoes, then went back to the front room. He turned on the television, grabbed a beer from the kitchen and nursed it as he watched some mindless program. When he was feeling less agitated, Ted knocked back the rest of his drink, turned off the television and then shucked off his clothes.
Lying on the couch, Ted opened the bag and pulled out a dildo. The weight was comfortable and familiar in his palm, the feel of it warm and Ted’s stomach gave a happy clench of anticipation. Ted had plenty of other toys from butt plugs to vibrators to the motorized fucking machines (Booster had dismissed them until Ted showed him why he had those things) but this particular dildo was his favorite. He really couldn’t say why he liked it, just that whenever Ted needed a pick-me-up, whenever he was feeling particularly grumpy, it never failed to leave him sated and happy. It was the only one that he never shared with Booster, feeling oddly possessive over it.
Setting it and the lube within easy reach on the coffee table, Ted started running his hands over his body, working over the little hot spots that sent jolts running through him, smoothing down his chest and belly, fingertips dancing coyly around his cock, brushing calloused fingers against his balls. Ted’s breathing hitched and impatience had him fisting his dick, rubbing the base, palming the head, other hand dipping low to play with his sack and perineum. He hummed in pleasure, hands getting bolder and touch getting stronger.
Ted’s humming turned into moans as his cock hardened and thickened, fingers dancing up to pinch at the head, thumbing over the slit, twisting his grip as he pumped his hand. His other hand went down to his asshole, rubbing over the rim, fingertip just barely pressing into it and Ted bit his lip. He reached for the lube, thumbing it open and tilting it enough to coat one finger. He toyed with himself a bit, teasing his hole with his finger before pressing in to the knuckle.
“Hmm,” he nuzzled against the cushions with a little shiver, finger stroking and twisting, hand pulling at his cock. Ted reached for the lube with both hands, coating the palm of one and three fingers of the other. With a sigh, Ted worked at his cock and hole again, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. He slowly worked three fingers in, back arching and moans growing louder.
Body aching to be filled, Ted pulled his hands away again, reaching for the dildo and coating it liberally. Legs spread out wide, one hand pressed his cock and sack to one side, the other slide the dildo down, just letting the tip of it rub against his entrance.
“Oh,” Ted sighed softly, eye rolling back as he rubbed a little harder, letting the head press in and out until his thighs started quivering for more. Slowly, with each push punctuated by a needy moan, Ted pushed in and as the dildo pressed into him, sending jolts of pleasure, he rocked his hips with a whimper.
The door slammed shut and Ted’s eyes popped open. “Hey, Ted,” oh no- not Booster, “look, we need to talk about- oh.”
Ted stared up at Booster, undeniably caught and Booster stared right back, taking in Ted’s disheveled state, his erect dick, the dildo sticking out of his ass.
“Well,” Booster said intelligently. Anything he was going to say failed as his attention was riveted back to Ted.
“What are you doing here?” Ted was proud that mortification didn’t make his voice shake.
“You gave me the key,” Booster stepped forward until he was right next to the couch with Ted lying open below him.
“Why are you here?”
“We need to talk.” Talking was obviously the furthest thing from Booster’s mind. Ted knew that look- he was about ten seconds from having Booster ravish him.
Ordinarily Ted would be more than happy for that. This time, though, being put on the spot like that, Ted remembered he was supposed to be mad at Booster for how he’d been acting for the past few weeks. Being interrupted in the middle of being pleasured certainly reinforced that mood and Ted glared up, desperately clinging to what little dignity he had left. “In case you haven’t noticed- I don’t feel like getting into an argument with you right now. Get out and let me try to enjoy what’s left of my evening.”
“And miss the show?” Booster’s hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers tightening just slightly, thumb stroking over the material. His eyes kept roving over Ted’s body- the flush on his cheeks, the stretch of an arm reaching above his head, the hard line of the dildo that disappeared into Ted -and Booster was starting to strain visibly against those ridiculously tight jeans he liked wearing. And, as much as Ted wanted to deny it, it was turning him on. “I think,” Booster let his jacket slide to the floor, climbing onto the couch and kneeling by Ted’s feet, “I want to see how this ends.”
“Booster...” the warning growl hitched on the end when feather-light fingers stroked the inside of Ted’s thigh and curved up his pelvis. Booster’s fingers wove among Ted’s briefly before batting Ted’s hand away and giving the dildo a little twist that made Ted’s hips jerk.
“When was the last time I got to play with you like this?” A hand tugged at Ted’s leg, the one pressed against the back of the couch and hooked it over Booster’s shoulder, giving him more room to scoot in closer. Ted was briefly glad he kept up with his flexibility. Briefly because Booster started to slowly pump the dildo in and out and Ted could barely keep a thought in his head. Booster slid it out teasingly, until only the very tip remained and then pushed back in one maddening inch at a time until Ted started squirming, rolling his hips for more.
Ted’s eyes were closed, mouth dropping open as he panted. “Booster,” and there was no warning that time, just a pleading moan that Booster answered by quickening his pace.
A hand flattened on the back of Ted’s thigh, stroking up to palm his ass, then grab at the softness at his side. “I can’t believe you have one of these.”
Ted’s furrowed brow furrowed more in confusion. “You know I have toys.” Hell, Booster had gotten him some of those toys.
“No, I mean this one,” there was smug humor in Booster’s voice. “Too insatiable for just one, huh?”
That made Ted’s eyes open, looking completely lost. “What are you talking about?”
“This thing?” Booster punctuated that with a sharp thrust that made Ted cry out and his whole body shudder. “You know, the dildo they based off me?”
“Wait- what?”
Booster was bemused. “You didn’t know? Did the star they stamped at the base of it not tip you off? Or the fact that it says on the box it’s molded from my cock? Well, okay, it only has my real name, but I figured Max wouldn’t appreciate any of his team being associated with adult toys, but I know you know my name.”
Ted shivered and clutched at the sofa, trying to think around the dildo still thrusting inside him. “Didn’t- didn’t have a box. Bea... got it for my b-birthday.” His head fell back, body stretching. “Oh God, Booster.”
“Bea did?” Booster leaned forward, nuzzling kisses to the head of Ted’s dick. “She was the one that convinced me to do it.”
“Conniving woman.”
“Remind me to thank her.”
Ted’s hands scrabbled over the couch, helplessly rolling his hips. “Booster, please! Please, please, more!”
Booster groaned. “I love when you beg,” Ted could hear a zipper coming undone. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Ted fumbled a hand toward the coffee table but the lube was just out of reach. But Booster saw it and snagged it up. He had to stop thrusting the dildo and Ted couldn’t stop a moan of disappointment. He watched through lidded eyes as Booster yanked his jeans and briefs down his hips, struggling to pull his wallet out of a pocket and fishing a condom packet from inside.
“Booster,” Ted fairly purred, hands stroking down his body, squeezing at his thighs, trying so valiantly to not take himself in hand and bring around the release he desperately needed.
“Hang on,” normally steady and sure hands fumbled, but the condom rolled down and Booster slicked lube over his length. Gently he pulled the dildo out of Ted and then pressed himself inside. Ted arched his back hard, a breathless whine in the back of his throat as Booster pushed in until his body pressed against Ted’s.
“So good, so beautiful,” Booster moaned, hips snapping in and out and picking up speed and as good as the dildo felt, even if it was Ted’s favorite, it was nothing compared to Booster. It didn’t tremble like him, it didn’t have hands to pet over his body, it couldn’t tease him with shallow little thrusts that made Ted squirm, it didn’t smell like Booster, didn’t have his heat, couldn’t kiss, couldn’t bite at Ted’s shoulder and call his name.
Ted pulled his legs in further, hands gripping Booster’s body and encouraging him faster, harder, more. Something pressed against his chin and Ted blinked up, the tip of the dildo running over his bottom lip. “Booster-“
“Suck it. Maybe you’ll remember it better that way,” Booster’s voice wasn’t the least bit accusatory, just playful and deliciously dark with want. He pressed the head of the dildo into Ted’s mouth and Ted’s lips clamped around it, a moan rising up in his mouth. And Booster was right- Ted knew the shape and feel of it now, mapped out all the ways it was exactly like Booster and he sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he swallowed until his lips brushed Booster’s knuckles.
“Just like that. Fuck, Ted, you’re amazing. Don’t stop, so, so good.”
Ted’s mouth dropped open and blunt nails dug hard into Booster’s shoulders and he probably would’ve been embarrassed how quick he came but Booster was still rocking hard into him, mouth buried against Ted’s neck and sucking a bruise against it, mumbling adoring words that Ted could barely make out but had him clutching at Booster’s back all the same.
“Love you,” Ted said breathlessly, pressing kisses to Booster’s hair. “So much.” And Booster came with a keening sound and trembling arms and Ted held him tight until he stopped shaking.
It took Booster about a minute before he pulled out and peeled the condom off. He tossed it onto a coaster on the coffee table and Ted wrinkled his nose at it.
“Booster...”
“You’d rather I leave it on the table? Because I’m not getting up.” With that said, Booster snuggled against the length of Ted’s body. For all of two seconds until Ted started pointedly tugging at Booster’s clothes. With a harried sigh, Booster peeled off his shirt, then wriggled out of his jeans and briefs until he could kick them off. Then he nestled against Ted again.
They were quiet for some time, content in the afterglow until Booster, who had been absently tumbling the dildo in one hand, said, “How come I never saw this one in your collection before?”
Ted colored. “That’s... that’s a special one.”
“Oooooh?”
“That’s what I use when,” Ted mumbled out, ducking his head against Booster’s chest, “when... you’ve been gone for a while.”
He could hear the grin spreading across Booster’s lips. “Oh really?”
“It’s my favorite,” Ted said defensively. “It feels the best.”
“Well. Now you know why.” But Booster’s lips pressed against Ted’s hair, forehead, cheeks and a hand moved fondly over Ted’s body. “So, uh, you mind if I borrow it once? Give it a try?”
Ted pulled back to give Booster an odd look. “What, they didn’t give you your own?”
“They offered, but I didn’t think I needed it. I mean, you hadn’t started showing me what toys could do and,” it was Booster’s turn to color, “I had you. Didn’t think I needed anything else.”
Touched, Ted lifted his head and pulled Booster in for a kiss. “Flatterer,” he breathed against Booster’s mouth.
“You’re thicker than me, anyway,” Booster said, idly lowering a hand to squeeze the base of Ted’s cock. “I like stretching out over you and the way you fill me.” He paused to give a thoughtful hum. “I think I still have the number to the company, maybe I can get them to model something off you.”
“You’re really trying for round two, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?”
“Yes. But let’s take this to the bedroom first.”
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2402
Characters: Ted, Booster
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boostle anon kink memeSummary: Ted just wants to unwind with his favorite toy. Booster explains why that toy is Ted’s favorite.
It was a terrible week to cap off a bad month and Ted didn’t want anything except to enjoy a long weekend by himself. He needed to relax. He needed to not go into work Monday wanting to punch the first person to give him a hard time. It would help, of course, if the board wasn’t getting on his case about stocks, or if all the projects in development worked right. Which only compounded his own problematic personal life- what with Bruce getting all twitchy and glowery over the fact that Ted was opening an office in Gotham; being called up because Ronnie relapsed into alcohol again and someone needed to watch over him until his father could get him into a clinic. Then Booster got on Ted’s case about it because even if the kid was a bit clingy, he was a mess and Ted was being a good friend, dammit, Booster needed to stop seeing things that wasn’t there. And he needed to stop blatantly flirting with Lorraine in retaliation for these imaginary acts of philandering.
Basically, what it all added up to was that Ted hadn’t had sex in the better part of a month and really, really needed to get off.
Tossing his tie and jacket onto a chair (and missing), Ted stalked into his bedroom and to the closet, taking out a small box filled with old science publications. At the bottom was a cloth bag that Ted took out, stopped by the nightstand by his bed to grab a bottle of lube, toed off his shoes, then went back to the front room. He turned on the television, grabbed a beer from the kitchen and nursed it as he watched some mindless program. When he was feeling less agitated, Ted knocked back the rest of his drink, turned off the television and then shucked off his clothes.
Lying on the couch, Ted opened the bag and pulled out a dildo. The weight was comfortable and familiar in his palm, the feel of it warm and Ted’s stomach gave a happy clench of anticipation. Ted had plenty of other toys from butt plugs to vibrators to the motorized fucking machines (Booster had dismissed them until Ted showed him why he had those things) but this particular dildo was his favorite. He really couldn’t say why he liked it, just that whenever Ted needed a pick-me-up, whenever he was feeling particularly grumpy, it never failed to leave him sated and happy. It was the only one that he never shared with Booster, feeling oddly possessive over it.
Setting it and the lube within easy reach on the coffee table, Ted started running his hands over his body, working over the little hot spots that sent jolts running through him, smoothing down his chest and belly, fingertips dancing coyly around his cock, brushing calloused fingers against his balls. Ted’s breathing hitched and impatience had him fisting his dick, rubbing the base, palming the head, other hand dipping low to play with his sack and perineum. He hummed in pleasure, hands getting bolder and touch getting stronger.
Ted’s humming turned into moans as his cock hardened and thickened, fingers dancing up to pinch at the head, thumbing over the slit, twisting his grip as he pumped his hand. His other hand went down to his asshole, rubbing over the rim, fingertip just barely pressing into it and Ted bit his lip. He reached for the lube, thumbing it open and tilting it enough to coat one finger. He toyed with himself a bit, teasing his hole with his finger before pressing in to the knuckle.
“Hmm,” he nuzzled against the cushions with a little shiver, finger stroking and twisting, hand pulling at his cock. Ted reached for the lube with both hands, coating the palm of one and three fingers of the other. With a sigh, Ted worked at his cock and hole again, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. He slowly worked three fingers in, back arching and moans growing louder.
Body aching to be filled, Ted pulled his hands away again, reaching for the dildo and coating it liberally. Legs spread out wide, one hand pressed his cock and sack to one side, the other slide the dildo down, just letting the tip of it rub against his entrance.
“Oh,” Ted sighed softly, eye rolling back as he rubbed a little harder, letting the head press in and out until his thighs started quivering for more. Slowly, with each push punctuated by a needy moan, Ted pushed in and as the dildo pressed into him, sending jolts of pleasure, he rocked his hips with a whimper.
The door slammed shut and Ted’s eyes popped open. “Hey, Ted,” oh no- not Booster, “look, we need to talk about- oh.”
Ted stared up at Booster, undeniably caught and Booster stared right back, taking in Ted’s disheveled state, his erect dick, the dildo sticking out of his ass.
“Well,” Booster said intelligently. Anything he was going to say failed as his attention was riveted back to Ted.
“What are you doing here?” Ted was proud that mortification didn’t make his voice shake.
“You gave me the key,” Booster stepped forward until he was right next to the couch with Ted lying open below him.
“Why are you here?”
“We need to talk.” Talking was obviously the furthest thing from Booster’s mind. Ted knew that look- he was about ten seconds from having Booster ravish him.
Ordinarily Ted would be more than happy for that. This time, though, being put on the spot like that, Ted remembered he was supposed to be mad at Booster for how he’d been acting for the past few weeks. Being interrupted in the middle of being pleasured certainly reinforced that mood and Ted glared up, desperately clinging to what little dignity he had left. “In case you haven’t noticed- I don’t feel like getting into an argument with you right now. Get out and let me try to enjoy what’s left of my evening.”
“And miss the show?” Booster’s hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers tightening just slightly, thumb stroking over the material. His eyes kept roving over Ted’s body- the flush on his cheeks, the stretch of an arm reaching above his head, the hard line of the dildo that disappeared into Ted -and Booster was starting to strain visibly against those ridiculously tight jeans he liked wearing. And, as much as Ted wanted to deny it, it was turning him on. “I think,” Booster let his jacket slide to the floor, climbing onto the couch and kneeling by Ted’s feet, “I want to see how this ends.”
“Booster...” the warning growl hitched on the end when feather-light fingers stroked the inside of Ted’s thigh and curved up his pelvis. Booster’s fingers wove among Ted’s briefly before batting Ted’s hand away and giving the dildo a little twist that made Ted’s hips jerk.
“When was the last time I got to play with you like this?” A hand tugged at Ted’s leg, the one pressed against the back of the couch and hooked it over Booster’s shoulder, giving him more room to scoot in closer. Ted was briefly glad he kept up with his flexibility. Briefly because Booster started to slowly pump the dildo in and out and Ted could barely keep a thought in his head. Booster slid it out teasingly, until only the very tip remained and then pushed back in one maddening inch at a time until Ted started squirming, rolling his hips for more.
Ted’s eyes were closed, mouth dropping open as he panted. “Booster,” and there was no warning that time, just a pleading moan that Booster answered by quickening his pace.
A hand flattened on the back of Ted’s thigh, stroking up to palm his ass, then grab at the softness at his side. “I can’t believe you have one of these.”
Ted’s furrowed brow furrowed more in confusion. “You know I have toys.” Hell, Booster had gotten him some of those toys.
“No, I mean this one,” there was smug humor in Booster’s voice. “Too insatiable for just one, huh?”
That made Ted’s eyes open, looking completely lost. “What are you talking about?”
“This thing?” Booster punctuated that with a sharp thrust that made Ted cry out and his whole body shudder. “You know, the dildo they based off me?”
“Wait- what?”
Booster was bemused. “You didn’t know? Did the star they stamped at the base of it not tip you off? Or the fact that it says on the box it’s molded from my cock? Well, okay, it only has my real name, but I figured Max wouldn’t appreciate any of his team being associated with adult toys, but I know you know my name.”
Ted shivered and clutched at the sofa, trying to think around the dildo still thrusting inside him. “Didn’t- didn’t have a box. Bea... got it for my b-birthday.” His head fell back, body stretching. “Oh God, Booster.”
“Bea did?” Booster leaned forward, nuzzling kisses to the head of Ted’s dick. “She was the one that convinced me to do it.”
“Conniving woman.”
“Remind me to thank her.”
Ted’s hands scrabbled over the couch, helplessly rolling his hips. “Booster, please! Please, please, more!”
Booster groaned. “I love when you beg,” Ted could hear a zipper coming undone. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Ted fumbled a hand toward the coffee table but the lube was just out of reach. But Booster saw it and snagged it up. He had to stop thrusting the dildo and Ted couldn’t stop a moan of disappointment. He watched through lidded eyes as Booster yanked his jeans and briefs down his hips, struggling to pull his wallet out of a pocket and fishing a condom packet from inside.
“Booster,” Ted fairly purred, hands stroking down his body, squeezing at his thighs, trying so valiantly to not take himself in hand and bring around the release he desperately needed.
“Hang on,” normally steady and sure hands fumbled, but the condom rolled down and Booster slicked lube over his length. Gently he pulled the dildo out of Ted and then pressed himself inside. Ted arched his back hard, a breathless whine in the back of his throat as Booster pushed in until his body pressed against Ted’s.
“So good, so beautiful,” Booster moaned, hips snapping in and out and picking up speed and as good as the dildo felt, even if it was Ted’s favorite, it was nothing compared to Booster. It didn’t tremble like him, it didn’t have hands to pet over his body, it couldn’t tease him with shallow little thrusts that made Ted squirm, it didn’t smell like Booster, didn’t have his heat, couldn’t kiss, couldn’t bite at Ted’s shoulder and call his name.
Ted pulled his legs in further, hands gripping Booster’s body and encouraging him faster, harder, more. Something pressed against his chin and Ted blinked up, the tip of the dildo running over his bottom lip. “Booster-“
“Suck it. Maybe you’ll remember it better that way,” Booster’s voice wasn’t the least bit accusatory, just playful and deliciously dark with want. He pressed the head of the dildo into Ted’s mouth and Ted’s lips clamped around it, a moan rising up in his mouth. And Booster was right- Ted knew the shape and feel of it now, mapped out all the ways it was exactly like Booster and he sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he swallowed until his lips brushed Booster’s knuckles.
“Just like that. Fuck, Ted, you’re amazing. Don’t stop, so, so good.”
Ted’s mouth dropped open and blunt nails dug hard into Booster’s shoulders and he probably would’ve been embarrassed how quick he came but Booster was still rocking hard into him, mouth buried against Ted’s neck and sucking a bruise against it, mumbling adoring words that Ted could barely make out but had him clutching at Booster’s back all the same.
“Love you,” Ted said breathlessly, pressing kisses to Booster’s hair. “So much.” And Booster came with a keening sound and trembling arms and Ted held him tight until he stopped shaking.
It took Booster about a minute before he pulled out and peeled the condom off. He tossed it onto a coaster on the coffee table and Ted wrinkled his nose at it.
“Booster...”
“You’d rather I leave it on the table? Because I’m not getting up.” With that said, Booster snuggled against the length of Ted’s body. For all of two seconds until Ted started pointedly tugging at Booster’s clothes. With a harried sigh, Booster peeled off his shirt, then wriggled out of his jeans and briefs until he could kick them off. Then he nestled against Ted again.
They were quiet for some time, content in the afterglow until Booster, who had been absently tumbling the dildo in one hand, said, “How come I never saw this one in your collection before?”
Ted colored. “That’s... that’s a special one.”
“Oooooh?”
“That’s what I use when,” Ted mumbled out, ducking his head against Booster’s chest, “when... you’ve been gone for a while.”
He could hear the grin spreading across Booster’s lips. “Oh really?”
“It’s my favorite,” Ted said defensively. “It feels the best.”
“Well. Now you know why.” But Booster’s lips pressed against Ted’s hair, forehead, cheeks and a hand moved fondly over Ted’s body. “So, uh, you mind if I borrow it once? Give it a try?”
Ted pulled back to give Booster an odd look. “What, they didn’t give you your own?”
“They offered, but I didn’t think I needed it. I mean, you hadn’t started showing me what toys could do and,” it was Booster’s turn to color, “I had you. Didn’t think I needed anything else.”
Touched, Ted lifted his head and pulled Booster in for a kiss. “Flatterer,” he breathed against Booster’s mouth.
“You’re thicker than me, anyway,” Booster said, idly lowering a hand to squeeze the base of Ted’s cock. “I like stretching out over you and the way you fill me.” He paused to give a thoughtful hum. “I think I still have the number to the company, maybe I can get them to model something off you.”
“You’re really trying for round two, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?”
“Yes. But let’s take this to the bedroom first.”
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Date: 2010-06-20 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-20 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-21 09:10 pm (UTC)When Booster hijacked the dildo for oral purposes, all I could think was, "YOU NEVER GO ASS TO MOUTH! D:" Unfortunately, it wouldn't make that much sense for Ted to put a condom on it, since he doesn't share the thing, but maybe it's made of something
permeable like jelly or he's a germaphobe or...
Oh my god, I'm talking about writing details of condoms on dildoes. WHAT HAVE I BECOME.
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Date: 2010-06-22 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-23 12:42 am (UTC)I just hope other people can go 'that's kinda gross but hawt' XD
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Date: 2010-07-03 05:20 am (UTC)NO YOU MAY NOT MAKE BAD PUNS ABOUT THIS.
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Date: 2010-06-22 05:23 pm (UTC)Wonderful job!