ive got what i believe is a date today. the two cutest men in a relationship want to add a third and make it a polycule, and i adore them both- so why do i feel so guilty? do you think i still love my ex? or maybe i believe i don’t deserve to be loved? i pray you don’t agree with my self loathing. these men- one almost a bear, a cis man with more confidence than i have ever seen, and the other a trans man just as i am- give off nothing just feelings of trust and respect and desire but yet i still feel as though i ought to turn them right around and shout to run from me. i truly hope it all goes well- send me positivity, if you feel so helpful.
‘Why are you here, Philip?' 'Can’t really say. Maybe because I like the idea of intimacy with a holy body right behind this thin panel?’ ————————————————– @azena
i love it when you kiss my tummy, i’ll run my hands through your hair and giggle so much from how much it tickles, you always come back up to kiss my lips and its so, so intoxicating, so sweet, so lovely.
The water is silk on Hannibal’s skin as he floats, face upturned to the sun, waiting for the disturbance that tells him Will has taken up his challenge. He is thrumming with expectation, knowing full well that this impulse has sprung as much from a need to have the boy again as from any desire to cool off from their ride. It is quite extraordinary how close to the surface his desire for Will runs. What has it been? All of ten hours since he was buried in him to the hilt? Yet back at the stables, he had ached for him. With every deliciously naughty pout, every caustic remark, every disdainful glance. And then witnessing the boy’s elation at the thud of hooves on churned turf, the whipping breeze casting his curls back in a stream of black… Such wild beauty Hannibal has never before seen.
The water is silk on Hannibal’s skin as he floats, face upturned to the sun, waiting for the disturbance that tells him Will has taken up his challenge. He is thrumming with expectation, knowing full well that this impulse has sprung as much from a need to have the boy again as from any desire to cool off from their ride. It is quite extraordinary how close to the surface his desire for Will runs. What has it been? All of ten hours since he was buried in him to the hilt? Yet back at the stables, he had ached for him. With every deliciously naughty pout, every caustic remark, every disdainful glance. And then witnessing the boy’s elation at the thud of hooves on churned turf, the whipping breeze casting his curls back in a stream of black… Such wild beauty Hannibal has never before seen.
The water is silk on Hannibal’s skin as he floats, face upturned to the sun, waiting for the disturbance that tells him Will has taken up his challenge. He is thrumming with expectation, knowing full well that this impulse has sprung as much from a need to have the boy again as from any desire to cool off from their ride. It is quite extraordinary how close to the surface his desire for Will runs. What has it been? All of ten hours since he was buried in him to the hilt? Yet back at the stables, he had ached for him. With every deliciously naughty pout, every caustic remark, every disdainful glance. And then witnessing the boy’s elation at the thud of hooves on churned turf, the whipping breeze casting his curls back in a stream of black… Such wild beauty Hannibal has never before seen.
Sunday Snippet from my gay Victorian fae romance, Oak King Holly King!
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The warm rough palm laid against his own as if, like pages from a book, they were meant to nestle together for centuries, with their interlaced fingers as binding. Wren had lost count of how oft he touched Shrike whilst in the fae realms. Every instance gave him the same thrill settling into comfort, like a wave crashing over the shore followed by the gentle lapping of the tide. How happily Wren could sink beneath that sea and sleep in bliss.
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Oak King Holly King is a gay Victorian fae romance, available now wherever fine books are found!
OAK KING HOLLY KING by Sebastian Nothwell is a fantasy romance novel that I expected to lean more heavily on romance, but that pleasantly surprised me by having more worldbuilding and fantasy than I’d signed up for! All while sizzling along with the slowburn between a London clerk and a sellsword fae.
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Oak King Holly King is a gay Victorian fae romance, available now wherever fine books are found!
