Lolol also I just tried it with your username and I have to say, I LOVE the results because they're basically a mash of your Will/Skandar fic and your Peter/Edmund one. See:
Edmund, ashamed. “I hate Narnia!” he cries after a moment like he belongs in Narnia—not here. The rules in this weather. He leans forward and crouches in front of Skandar like this, so completely different from the direction of the underwear, and Skandar gasps again and screws his eyes dark and wide like he’s pleading, like he really wants it. Edmund/Skandar!
This always does this fantasy he murmurs. “I don't hate you,” Skandar tilts his own erection. Lolololol.
and Edmund can't keep being girly in Skandar's legs WHAT.
He doesn't really offended anymore—he's used to ask if Will shivers suddenly. “Fuck me,” he is going back a breath as it doesn’t put a suitcase in control. Skandar blinks and rain pounding incessantly on his thighs, LOL I LOVE THIS ONE.
“What have gone through the knickers ?” “You don't know,” Will says, his tongue through a jolt right to stop this. WHAT HAVE GONE THROUGH THE KNICKERS, SARAH.
“So you didn’t you? I look ridiculous, Skandar takes it aches, but he needs more bread, when Skandar’s name. “Will - you want to get up—he only been wanting to Skandar clenching tightly around Will’s hand falls to convince me! You've ruined my fucking ABBA MUSICAL. And if he did this, and rehearsed, his cock, grabbing onto the supermarket, trying to do anything but I'm not even kisses him outright This was when I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.
Okay one more omg this so addicting. We'll go for something really quite disturbing to finish it off:
He pushes forward. He is enough - enjoyed it, you really like - would Skandar underneath him. “I think of Narnia, and his cock into Will’s hair, pulling him a glimpse of affection, and Father find their cocks together. ...Yeah.
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Date: 2008-08-14 08:33 pm (UTC)Edmund, ashamed. “I hate Narnia!” he cries after a moment like he belongs in Narnia—not here. The rules in this weather. He leans forward and crouches in front of Skandar like this, so completely different from the direction of the underwear, and Skandar gasps again and screws his eyes dark and wide like he’s pleading, like he really wants it.
Edmund/Skandar!
This always does this fantasy he murmurs. “I don't hate you,” Skandar tilts his own erection.
Lolololol.
and Edmund can't keep being girly in Skandar's legs
WHAT.
He doesn't really offended anymore—he's used to ask if Will shivers suddenly. “Fuck me,” he is going back a breath as it doesn’t put a suitcase in control. Skandar blinks and rain pounding incessantly on his thighs,
LOL I LOVE THIS ONE.
“What have gone through the knickers ?” “You don't know,” Will says, his tongue through a jolt right to stop this.
WHAT HAVE GONE THROUGH THE KNICKERS, SARAH.
“So you didn’t you? I look ridiculous, Skandar takes it aches, but he needs more bread, when Skandar’s name. “Will - you want to get up—he only been wanting to Skandar clenching tightly around Will’s hand falls to convince me! You've ruined my fucking ABBA MUSICAL. And if he did this, and rehearsed, his cock, grabbing onto the supermarket, trying to do anything but I'm not even kisses him outright
This was when I started laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.
Okay one more omg this so addicting. We'll go for something really quite disturbing to finish it off:
He pushes forward. He is enough - enjoyed it, you really like - would Skandar underneath him. “I think of Narnia, and his cock into Will’s hair, pulling him a glimpse of affection, and Father find their cocks together.
...Yeah.