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[hardparade]

I forgot about the LJ Markov Random Text Generator.

First of all, BEN BARNES NEEDS TO STOP WRITING THREESOMES. THAT IS CLEARLY INSANE.

"It's okay, Skandar," Will murmurs gently, stroking him reassuringly. "You can and you still--" Will starts, but Skandar is sitting on her face -- dazed, blissful, his head against Will's palm and says tentatively, "Hello?" "It's me!" comes Anna's voice
(I adore this. It's fantastic comedy.)

the third time Skandar sees them kissing, they are so not as good as Daniel Radcliffe
(The generator has a crush on DanRad, we get it.)

His hips snap up and clutched to her chest with one hand cupping one of those Georgie things.
(Best euphemism for 'Georgie's breasts' ever.)

He spreads her gently with his hands all over the driveway with rakes and stuff.
(Wtf? Ewww.)

which Narnia author C.S. Lewis, as a softcore porn star...
(Rofl.)

"Skandar," says Anna quietly. "You don't want to suck you."

Will does so, and then pauses, considering it. "You know, I'm not sure how I feel about Katy Perry.
(Ha!)

Will goes rigid, orgasm shooting through his hair. Oh fuck.

He wanked off in front of her entrance.

He's got a really pretty dress for my birthday?" Skandar asks, feigning shock.
(Hahaha.)

Georgie's hand trails down over slick folds of hot skin, a shock against Skandar's body, and that's always hard to describe.

"Skandar. Skan, can you start -- can you fuck me?" He nods rapidly, chuckles low in his jeans, pushing them between fabric and skin. Skandar groans, too, louder than Will, even. Fuck. They're looking at him. "What do you want, mate," Ben starts to pull out, just slowly enough. Skandar grabs her waist rather suddenly, gasping, but Anna knows this isn't fair. Georgie's fingers are slippery and clumsy. "Georgie, I'm really sorry," she says, "come on. Don't you want us to?"
(...I just put this in here because it sounds like an orgy...)

...locates his trousers, after all, but now Skandar's here getting him some water, and some lube, then gets back onto LJ!

I bought this dress and this pair of shoes from New Look to wear with the anticipation of what's to come until I'm fucking you." Skandar's face falls, but Will just kisses him.
(Lol is this like...crossdressing!Will/reluctant!Skandar?)

Skandar is only steadying himself with his socks.

But then she would waltz right into the mattress.

Georgie is asking her to come into the crook of Will's sweaty shoulder.

Somehow, he never thought he'd actually be nervous about the two of them entwined against a trailer, tongues in each other's cocks while doing it to be away on Saturday and Sunday and it feels good , but the insistent, inexplicable throbbing in his fingernails, moaning long and low.

The orgasm is building quicker by the sink. The thong is just looking at him doubtfully. " Hmm, " says Will offhandedly. "Do you want to have sex with both of them.
(I love this one.)

She nods sharply and suddenly Ben feels the grip tightening around his wrist and then joins him on the street a few awkward moments when their hands have brushed certain parts of each other's bodies against their own so soon, and so, within seconds, they're all on the slick, hot feel of Will's sweaty shoulder. "But -- fuck," Skandar moans helplessly a second later, as Will sinks down onto them.

Ben is bringing his cock that makes the slightest movement they'll be touching. But she trembles, she can't help wondering if that's why Skandar ends up sprawled across Ben's bed with his fingers thrusting into it, unable to take a heavier coat, but Will was 'enthusiastically coming on the back of Skandar's thigh.

Anna swallows, realising this is ridiculously dirty, just so cool, and like, casually hilarious.
(That is an interesting description.)

Skandar wonders, transfixed, unable to move but he is a genius. And even with that knowledge, that knowledge that should stop him going any further, he still gets no further.
(HAHA. I love this one too.)

He is literally colouring her face, sticking to her freckled chest and stomach, smoothing the rumpled fabric of his cock faster and he doesn't really have time to spare before your family meal or whatever.

"But -- what are you doing?" "She can't hear us now," Will shrugs. Then, inexplicably, he adds, "you're wearing a paisley ascot. I think I'd better get going, but um -- we don't want this to turn more of that scarf in our lives. And this is stupid..." "You can piss on your own, I'm going to be bothered by it.
(So random.)

After all he's only a kid, sixteen years old, probably not all that comfortable. Ben takes a couple of toy dinosaurs. He puts on voices
(Whaaat.)