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Title: So You were told to go out for Reddi-wip (m/m, not horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
B is for Bloody
“Bloody Hell!” was heard. Oh yeah, Brent was home.
Brent for his part stared at the vision that had met his eye as he opened the door. Viscous red dripped down over the sides of Kevin’s nude body where it was laid out on the table. The emergency 911 speed dial just missed being pressed from his seeing Kevin’s tummy giggling.
“What in the ….” Brent took a calming breath and tried again, “Why are you …,” he waved his hand indicating Kevin’s pose, laid out in bloody state.”
A frown marred Kevin’s face. “It’s raspberry sauce. I’m fucking dessert.”
Continues with The Scent of Raspberry
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Date: 2014-04-03 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-04-04 09:44 pm (UTC)That would be the foreplay, Brent spraying it on and then licking it *smiiiiiile* aaaaall off.
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Date: 2014-04-03 06:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-04-04 09:39 pm (UTC)Raspberry juice would stain? I know that run through a kid's digestive tract they do. Hope that Kevin put a oilcloth tablecloth under himself before pouring on the stuff. *head desk* I wrote this and I'm second guessing the author.
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Date: 2014-05-06 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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