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I am beyond thrilled to be half way through this hellscape of a week!

You, darling moots, have been a bastion of light in a crappy week!

Thank you for the tag @onpurposewrites this week!

This is a WIP I had no business starting and will likely live in the growing spreadsheet for a while!

Las Vegas wedding Alex & Henry. This is straight up SMUT below the cut. Feel free to skip it if that’s not your jam!

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The first encounter was furiously hot.

Alex fucking into his mouth. His knees thrilling at the pain of the tile floor.

Henry only pulling away to tell him, “You and your perfect ass are coming up to mine so I can shove my cock inside you and make you scream my name.”

He wrapped his mouth around Alex’s cock again and squeezes his ass to tell him to pump into him again.

“Fuck yes, baby, absolutely,” Alex groans.

“I want you to wear me the rest of the night,” Alex moans to the ceiling.

Henry’s vibrating groan of enthusiastic agreement echoed through Alex’s body and his orgasm started to crest.

Alex pulls out of Henry’s mouth. The blonde’s tongue sticks out as he holds his mouth open.

Alex directs his orgasming cock to Henry’s cheek. His come erupting on his pale skin is obscene and gorgeous. Alex guides his cock to shoot the remainder into his mouth and across his other cheek.

Henry’s blue eyes are wide and pupils blown out with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Alex’s head hits the stall door.

Henry runs a finger over his cheek and sucks Alex’s come into his mouth.

“You are delicious, in every way,” Henry’s accent makes Alex’s softening cock twitch.

Henry stands and towers over Alex.

It is insanely hot. Made molten when he uses his finger to swipe at his other cheek and lick Alex’s spend from himself.

“Wear you all night, isn’t that what you said?” Henry voice is velvet.

Alex can only nod.

“And the second part of the night I mentioned?”

“So much yes!” Alex huffs out.

“Do you want to escape now?” He asks, buttoning Alex’s jeans for him.

“They’ll kill me,” Alex whines.

“You might be too drunk later,” Henry croons.

“Fuck me anyway,” Alex bites Henry’s neck and sucks.

Henry keens with pleasure.

“You can have whatever you want, darling,” Henry moans.

Henry and Alex straighten (ha!) each other up.

Henry’s salmon pink button up, collar straighten, sleeves rolled up to show sinfully hot forearms, tucked into navy blue trousers that make his ass look amazing.

Alex is his black lace bomber jacket, no shirt (god help him) and tight black distressed jeans.

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WIP Word Game

Thanks for the tag @suseagull5914 ❤️🤍💙

This is from my Dollar Princess AU!

love, laugh, broken, glass

“That was quite the entrance!” Pez laughs. Henry rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I do love to make a splash,” Henry deadpans.

“You’re going to be sore and bruised, but nothing is broken,” Alex says, quietly and only to Henry.

Dinner with the Claremont-Diazes is celebratory as everyone raises their glasses to Henry and Alex’s engagement.

Open, no pressure tag!

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hello 👋

this is my first proper wip Wednesday in a while with a fic I’m actually 1000% sold on and committed to finishing … yay 🤸

I realise it might not be Wednesday for a lot of yall since I’m from the future, so I’ll kick things off

a lil mood board for my wip:

andddddd some (unedited) sentences!

He’s distracted by these thoughts as he steps to the side for a man wearing a rather large and elaborate wig. He’s glad June hadn’t insisted on them tonight.

What she had insisted on, though, was heels. For all of them. Alex stumbles in his, his ankle twisting, and throws out an arm to stop himself from going down. His wrist hits the edge of a porcelain plate, the scrape sharp in his ears. He realises with horror it’s the base of a very tall cupcake stand, full to the brim with buttercream frosted cupcakes sprinkled with gold dust.

It wobbles.

Alex grabs for the table as his ankle turns in on itself.

And then a strong hand wraps around his bicep, steadying him. Another hand catches the top of the maypole stand and rights it.

Alex breathes out a sigh of relief as he straightens up, life no longer flashing before his eyes. He wishes he hadn’t expelled so much oxygen, though, as he turns to thank his saviour.

At once he’s drowning in ocean blue.

Words die in his throat as he considers the prettily dressed man before him. His eyes are a close match for the blue of his coat and breeches, his hair sandy and soft-looking and shining gold under the lights, just like the embroidery around his cuffs and down the part of his jacket. Alex gulps.

“Are you alright?” the man asks in English, and fuck he’s officially not the snackiest snack at the snack table now. His voice is soft and moneyed, washing smoothly over Alex like satin. He’s British. And beautiful. And Alex needs to find words because now the man is saying, “Pas d'anglais?”

my French speakers … if that’s wrong please correct me I’ll be forever in your debt

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Yup, still bisexual 🥵🤤🏳️‍🌈🔥

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A Pride 🏳️‍🌈 Ficlet for @onpurposewrites inspired by Montero (Call Me by Your Name)" (2021) - Lil Nas X

This ficlet was also heavily influenced by 2am! 

Call me whatever the fuck you want, just call me

Henry is going to kill Pez.

He said that he was ok with a Halloween party at their flat.

He did not ok the theme of Leather & Lace.

Their penthouse flat is full of people in black swathes of leather and skimpy pieces of lace.

Most people have cat ears, devil horns or wolf masks on. They look hot and ready to fuck.

Henry is dressed as Sherlock fucking Holmes.

Not Benedict Cumberbatch’s Sherlock Holmes. Noooooo… he went for the full Victorian outfit. He’s boiling but refuses to take off one stitch of the costume he spent a month putting together.

Henry’s sipping his second gin and tonic when he walks in. Fucking eyelashes. Dawn pink lips. Bright orange leather harness across his sculpted chest. His dark chest hair funnels down into his cherry red leather pants. They ride low on his hips and show off his thighs. Thighs that Henry will happily dedicate an entire books of poetry to. Thighs Henry would happily suffocate between and thank him for it.

Henry would pluck the moon out of the sky for a chance to follow that treasure trail with his tongue.

Henry’s leering is met with sultry wink and a crooked smile.

Pez is embracing the gorgeous man and he’s greeting Pez warmly.

The god of leather and Henry’s every fantasy from here to eternity, looks over at Henry briefly and asks Pez something. Pez gets that look and catches Henry looking. He should look away but he’s too weak. He’s taking in the man’s scrumptious ass from the side. Christ, the things he would do to that-

“Henry Fox! This is Alexander Claremont-Diaz, our new legal consultant for the shelter,” Pez says with a mischievous glint and a bright smile.

“Call me Alex, please,” Alexander leans in and says, “You look hot.”

“Yes Sir,” slips out of Henry and Pez laughs uproariously as he walks away.

“Sir works too, although we might try Papi and see how it feels on your tongue.”

Alex is standing so close now.

“I prefer Poirot, personally,” Alex rubs the plaid wool lapel between his two fingers.

“Agatha was the superior writer,” Henry says breathless.

“Agreed,” Alex’s smirk is everything.

Henry stares at this man. Brilliant in every sense of the word.

“Do you like to dance?” Alex asks.

“Only in private,” Henry scoffs and immediately hears the suggestion in the words.

“Is that an invitation, sweetheart?” Alex winks. Henry doesn’t give himself time to second guess.

“Yes,” he says resolutely.

“Lead the way,” Alex smiles wryly.

Henry loops his finger into the ring of Alex’s harness and marches to his room.

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Something About Dragons

What if Alex was a dragon and he nabbed a prince to claim a ransom, but ended up keeping the prince instead? What if the prince didn’t want to go back to his kingdom and wanted to stay with the dragon? What if they fall in love? -------------------- Let’s journey into a world of dragons and princes. Join our darling dragon and his prince as they find each other and build a world together all their own. A world where they can love and live in peace (well most of the time).

will update every 3rd day starting today June 27th

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9 | chapter 10 | chapter 11 | chapter 12 | chapter 13 | chapter 14 | chapter 15 | chapter 16 | chapter 17 | chapter 18

art for each new chapter (if applicable) will be added under a cut on reblogs

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Makes me want to revisit my camping AU again!

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king & lionheart for @luainthewild

✨ 3.9k WORDS ✨ RATED T ✨ FANTASY AU ✨

"Can you tell us a story?" "Another?" He lifts his brows in mock astonishment. "I thought you'd be bored of my tales by now, little love." "Never!" Inés says, curls tossing as she shakes her head. "Please? You must have another to tell—something adventurous, perhaps? With a handsome prince!" She holds hands in front of her mouth like sharp teeth. "Or a dragon!" He pretends, just for a moment, to consider her request. "Well," he says eventually, his voice warming like the firelight, "there is one adventurous tale I haven't shared yet. No dragons, I'm afraid, but there is a prince—in fact, this prince was from the kingdom of Ervos… no more than a fortnight’s ride from this very inn. His story begins as he sets off to meet his betrothed: a princess from a rival kingdom…"

Somewhere between duty and destiny, everything changes.

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Fulfilling Ficlet Friday!

Prompt: "True colors please ❤️🤍💙"

I wrote a different version of Alex & Henry inspired by 1992's hit True Colors for @suseagull5914

Happy Pride!!

Thank you @tailsbeth-writes @iboatedhere and @suseagull5914 for the Sunday tags today! This counts, right?! LOL

Alex fidgets with the clear acrylic rectangle. The cassette tape rattles with his nervous fingers. It’s the last day of school and Henry is on the red eye tonight for London. He won’t be back until August.

Alex doesn’t let the anxiety of missing his best friend all summer spiral. That’s for tomorrow and all the weeks without Henry. 

They’ve promised to write. They asked for nothing but phone cards for Christmas so they can talk on the phone a little. But international calls are stupid expensive even with a stack of phone cards. 

His last class is study hall so, for the first time ever, Alex ditched. He wanted to be ready to spend every second with Henry until he gets on that plane.  

Alex’s red jeep has all the doors and windows off so they enjoy the sunny Austin weather.

Henry is always his most carefree with the wind in his hair. Corn silk hair and sunglasses and a smile that lights up the whole state.

Alex has the mixed tape spilling all of his feelings for Henry out. He figures that if Henry doesn’t return his feelings, he can play it off from 4,000 miles away. Henry won’t be able to see the pain in his eyes or way his mouth pinches when he’s disappointed. 

And if Henry returns his feelings… they’ll have a summer of love letters and pining. But then August will come and so will Henry.

Alex’s horny meandering mind is interrupted by the sexiest accent he’s ever heard.

“Alright, love?” Henry asks, his brow furrowed in the cutest way.

“Yeah! Sorry!” Alex startles and hugs his friend. The arms that wrap around his middle ground him. He pulls away and they smile at each other.

“Let’s get a move on!” Alex smiles wide.

“Where are e going today, darling?” Henry teasingly asks.

Darling.

Love.

He’s going to miss hearing those said with so much sweetness everyday.

“Book shopping because airports overcharge. Then we’re getting barbecue with Liam and Bea. And a surprise before taking you to the airport,” Alex lists.

Alex buys Henry another copy of Persuasion. “Because, Wales, you’re leaving me the annotated one to read over the summer,” Alex reminded him.

“Shouldn’t you keep the copy you just purchased?” Henry says, pointedly holding up the bag that also contains magazines for Bea and two more books for Henry. 

“I…” Alex wants to tell him here and now that he needs a piece of Henry left behind with him so he knows that he’s coming back. That he’s not leaving Alex forever.

“Your notes,” Alex stammers out, “I’ll never figure out when Janey A is talkin’ bout without your notes,” Alex lets his drawl grow heavy and teasing. Henry sucks in a breath.

Dinner with Liam and Bea is great. Full of laughs and stories of Alex’s most embarrassing moments. At the end of the meal, Bea and Alex embrace in a tight hug. She’ll be flying back with Henry. She’s starting at the Sorbonne next semester.

“Write me every week,” she whispers into the hug, “I’m gonna kiss my favorite yankee.”

Alex gives a squeak of mock offensive. “A thousand times!” He laughs as they separate, “I ain’t no yankee!” They laugh at his over done drawl.

“Right, right, we’re all southerners in our own way!” Liam laughs. It’s been an ongoing argument and joke for the last two years the Foxes moved to Austin.

Henry hugs Liam, “Take good care of him for me?” Henry teases.

“Absolutely not, take him with you,” Liam says with a smile and swat from Alex.

“You got it, cowboy,” Liam winks and gives Alex a friendly shove.

They don’t say much on the way from the restaurant to the surprise. Alex is thinking about the cassette tape in his pocket. 

Alex turns down the lane and Henry’s breaks the silence.

“Are taking me out in the middle of nowhere to murder me?” Henry teases as they roll through the wooded land.

“Patience, Wales,” Alex teases and winks at him.

He turns again and goes up a dirt road. He’s grateful for four wheel drive in this moment. 

He parks and jumps out the truck.

He looks up and finds Henry taking in the overlook in front of them.

“C’mon you,” Alex grabs his hand and pulls him forward.

They walk up to the blanket, boombox and sweets Alex had laid out during study hall.

“Oh love,” Henry breathes.

“You deserve nothing but the best send off I can give you,” Alex says from Henry’s side. He’s taking in the look on Henry’s face. His eyes are watery with unshed tears but his eyes are wrinkled with the smile on his face. 

“Alex,” Henry turns to him and the look on his face is so precious. 

“We’re missing the sunset,” Alex says, his voice lost on the breeze. 

“I’m good,” Henry looks deep in Alex’s eyes. The words he wants to say, the cassette with his feelings laid bare, heavy in his throat and in his pocket. 

Their hands come together between them. 

“Henry,” Alex starts, “I…” He should say it, I love you, he’s felt it for so long. He’s so afraid of losing Henry. Next year, they’ll graduate and Henry will probably get into to somewhere amazing like Oxford or Cambridge. He’ll be far away and Alex will be at UT Austin. Can he do that to himself and to Henry? 

“Sit with me, darling,” Henry says and Alex nods. 

They walk with their fingers interlaced. They sit on the blanket that his abuela sewed for him. 

“I’m gonna miss you so much, Hen,” Alex says to a square on the quilt. 

“I’ll miss you too, Alex,” Henry lifts Alex’s chin with his hand, gently.  “I’ll be home sooner than we think,” Henry is being brave for Alex and part of him hates himself for taking up room in this way. He wants to ease the anxiety he knows Henry is feeling about being back in England for the summer. 

“I just…” Alex’s mind is whirring, “I want you to know that if you’ve taken all you can bear, you can call me day or night.”

“I know, Alex,” Henry starts but Alex cuts back in.

“When you let yourself go, it’s like seeing a rainbow, baby,” Alex takes Henry’s face in his hands, “I will do anything to make sure you know that you’re safe and can shine just being yourself.”

Alex is on his knees now and Henry still sitting with his long legs in front of him. Henry wraps his arms around Alex shoulders and pull shim into a searing kiss. Alex genuinely falls over in surprise. 

“Ooph!” Henry groans as Alex lands on Henry and their teeth clack, “Fuck!” 

Henry breaks out into a giggle and Alex feels a laugh bubble out of him too. 

“Truly graceful, love,” Henry giggles and Alex settles himself next to Henry’s prone body. 

“Shut up and c’mere,” Alex splays his hand across Henry’s chest and leans over him.

The kiss sending tingling lightning through him. Henry’s lips are soft and pliant. 

The kiss heats and Henry rolls them over. He’s between Alex’s legs. They are moaning into each other’s mouthes as they grind. Alex’s hands grasping and exploring Henry’s back, hips and arms. 

Beep Beep Beep

Alex’s digital watch blares with the alarm that they need to leave for the airport. 

“Ignore it,” Henry kisses his chin, then down his jaw.

“You’ll miss your flight, baby,” Alex whispers, Henry shudders. 

“I’ll catch the next one,” Henry nips at Alex’s neck. 

Alex moans and arches into the touch. “Bea will kill you,” Alex teases.

“She’ll understand that I can’t leave my cowboy,” Henry nips at Alex’s earlobe. 

“Richie-Rich can afford another plane ticket,” Alex groans and grabs Henry’s ass through his jeans. 

“There’s no plane ticket,” Henry sucks hard and claiming on Alex’s neck. Alex moans a breather, “fuck yeah.”

“Wait… what?!” Alex freezes and pulls back to look at Henry. 

Henry looks guilty but is smiling, “Pez and Bea bet me that if I told you that I was going back to England for the summer that you would tell me how you feel,” Henry explains, quickly, “I told them that they are crazy but here were are…” Henry looks Alex’s face over. The light of the sunset is fading quickly. 

“You’re staying?” Alex asks and Henry nods. 

“I love you, Henry,” Alex pulls their lips back together and claims his boyfriend’s mouth. 

Henry pulls away, “I love you too, Alex.”

The sunset fades and the flashlights Alex brought will be needed to find the car again. 

For now, he has his Henry and a cassette tape to play to him all summer. Alex smiles into the claiming kiss and the two lived happily ever after. 

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Thanks @pippinoftheshire for the tag- and for doing it so early my time that I could schedule it and not forget!

ICYMI, today's sentences come from Were the Heart Is, which I posted on Tuesday for the lovely @onthewaytosomewhere 's birthday!

Going into the room with fresh eyes, Alex's hand at the small of his back ushering him in, he immediately noticed one thing: the smell. It was distinctive, so much so that Henry was surprised he hadn't noticed it on June before. 

They were werewolves. And Henry, it seemed, who had always prided himself on his werewolf hunting prowess, had missed every single sign pointing him to that conclusion. 

Alex was leaning in when he seemed to see some of the turmoil on Henry's face. “Henry? Sweetheart, what's wrong?”

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love thorns all over this rose | theprinceandagcd

Rated E | 104k words | Prologue + 9 chapters + Epilogue

Alex wasn’t made to be the type of person that will cook someone breakfast in the morning. Dancing around with someone he loves in his underwear isn’t something he gets to have. He’s awful at remembering anniversaries and inept at thinking of grand romantic gestures. Candlelit dinners, handmade cards, buying flowers—it’s just not what he’s built for. And that’s fine. Alex doesn't need any brave hero to save him, and he sure as hell was never meant to be anyone else's prince charming. That's why this—his thing with Henry—is the perfect solution.

Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Epilogue

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💛 True Colors for Firstprince? ✨

Henry leaves the bloody teenage nightmare of a high school for the last time.

His breath catches.

Alex Claremont-Diaz leaning against his cherry red jeep with his arms crossed. The smirk he gives Henry is one of a thousand reasons he’s in love with his best friend.

“Get in, Wales,” Alex opens the door for him. Henry melts. He’d blame the Texas heat but it’s all Alex.

Alex turns up the radio as he peels out of the parking lot.

“102.5 The Wave! We’ve got a special dedication!” The DJ’s voice blares. Alex pulls into the meadow that’s become their favorite spot to hide from the world.

“Henry! Alex loves you and always has!” The DJ awes and Alex puts the jeep in park.

You with the sad eyes

Don't be discouraged

Cyndi Lauper serenades Henry’s soul. Alex has always seen him.

Henry looks up and finds perfect brown eyes looking back. They are full of nervousness and love.

He takes Alex’s face in his hands and crashes their lips together.

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Ficlet Friday!

Thank you @emmalostinwonderland, @suseagull5914, & @tailsbeth-writes for the tags!!

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet of 100-500 words. Please mention if you don't want M or E content otherwise it will be assumed anything goes.

This week's theme ties back to Pride Month! Each prompt is a charting song for each decade since Stonewall. Your ficlets can be set that year, based on lyrics, or simply feature the characters enjoying the song in some way - author calls the shots here!

❤️ "Sugar, Sugar" (1969) - The Archies

🧡 "I Am Woman" (1972) - Helen Reddy

💛 "True Colors" (1986) - Cyndi Lauper

💚 "Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me" (1992) - Elton John and George Michael

💙 "Just Dance" (2009) - Lady Gaga

💜 "Royals" (2013) - Lorde

🖤 "Montero (Call Me by Your Name)" (2021) - Lil Nas X

My fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue

Open tag! Volunteering at my local Pride this weekend! So any fillets will be fulfilled next week!

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Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere and @theprinceandagcd for the tags!

More Dollar Princess AU!

This story coming along but I’ve got at least three collabs that will likely prevent this story from being done for a bit. Going to keep plugging away at it!

“MiLord!” Pez’s smile is wide. He claps Henry on the shoulder.

“Hello dear,” Henry gives him a teasing smile.

“That was quite the entrance!” Pez laughs. Henry rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I do love to make a splash,” Henry deadpans.

“I am in pursuit of a goddess. She seems to have an eligible brother,” Pez winks.

“Orion pursued a goddess and was cursed by an eligible brother,” Henry teases and Pez makes an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“Go enjoy your hunt, I’m going to take a turn around the room,” Henry laughs and then Pez becomes a swirling blur of burgundy and silver disappearing into the throng.

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okay my luvs today's wip wed words come form the the newly starting to post Something About Dragons!!!! - that's right not only does dragon alex have a title but we're starting to post - eeeeep!!!!

but today i bring you some kisses from it cuz I've yet to do that for this (prolly cuz it took so long to get to them lolz)

Alex moves forward to once again press his lips to Henry’s. Henry meets him there, closing the final inch, lips touching like the first notes of a song neither of them has ever dared to hum aloud. It is not frantic or burning. No hunger, only longing fulfilled. Their kisses are soft, slow, and steeped in the kind of tenderness forged in fire and fear and finally, safety. Their mouths move together like a language only they know, a careful exploration of all they have waited for. It’s just as good as the first kiss, as good as they all are sure to be. Alex sighs into the kisses, and Henry mirrors it, the breath between them becoming one. They pull closer without even realizing, legs tangling beneath the blanket, hands roaming over each other's shirts with featherlight curiosity. Alex’s fingers find the slope of Henry’s hip, the ridge of his spine, the soft skin just behind his ear that makes Henry shiver. Henry’s palm brushes along Alex’s jaw, then his neck, then the hollow just above his collarbone. Every touch is new, every reaction cataloged like treasure. They keep kissing until their lips tingle, until the world outside the bed and room ceases to exist. They kiss until it feels less like discovery and more like something they have always known. There is nothing more in that moment—no kingdom, no titles, no war, no expectation. Just them. Alex and Henry. Dragon and prince. When they finally part, it is only by the barest breath, and even then they linger, noses brushing, foreheads resting against one another again. “You kiss me like you’ve been waiting your whole life to,” Henry whispers. Alex huffs a laugh and nuzzles closer. “Maybe I have.”

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“He drops a hand onto Henry’s thigh, feeling the electrical pulse there, the smooth fabric over hard muscle.”

“But Henry urging his horse across the field with the power of his thighs, his ass bouncing hard in the saddle, the way the muscles in his arms stretch and flex when he swings, looking the way he does and wearing the things he’s wearing—it’s a lot.”

“He feels Henry’s thighs—those goddamn horseback-riding, polo-playing thighs—moving around him, soft, warm skin wrapping around his waist, heels pressing into his back.”