Oh my GOD, you're killing me with this fic! I love everything about it, and a few things in particular. The Mr Malfoy of course, and his appearance in this fic! Several pieces from 'Unguarded', and also some things Albus made up in his mind ... oh Albus, you have a dirty, twisted, delicious little mind! I don't believe for a second that he will really jump on Mr Malfoys cock the instant he has the opportunity, as he tells himself so brave. Instead, I think he's reduced to a stammering, blushing, overheated heap, and will be like putty in Mr Malfoys hands. The piece with the mirror is insanely hot! If I had something to say about the Christmas presents that year, I would be sure that Malfoy's receiving a small vial, containing a certain memory of Albus alone, to enjoy for him on a winter's night.
I actually never pictured Mr Malfoy as a sandwich (but it seems there's a first time for everything). Although I do find the picture very appealing, I guess I see him more as a large cat, like a panther, slowly attacking Albus, appearing so seductively that he doesn't even notice it at first. And only when Mr Malfoys claws has sunken deep into Albus' flesh and the first drops of blood well up, a scarlet red against pale skin, that's when the pain starts to blossom, a dull, throbbing sensation, buried deep beneath his skin. And that's when Albus will find he cannot leave, riveted to his predator, being at his mercy.
Hmm, this meeting I'm currently attending is so boring I get all poetic from it :/ Or maybe it's your fluent prose that leaves me all inspired and dreaming of a predatory Malfoy, claws sharpened and ready to leave that sweet-burning pain in Albus body and mind.
Looking forward to the next part ;) And thank you for continuing this delicious saga! <3
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Date: 2015-03-25 11:22 am (UTC)The piece with the mirror is insanely hot! If I had something to say about the Christmas presents that year, I would be sure that Malfoy's receiving a small vial, containing a certain memory of Albus alone, to enjoy for him on a winter's night.
I actually never pictured Mr Malfoy as a sandwich (but it seems there's a first time for everything). Although I do find the picture very appealing, I guess I see him more as a large cat, like a panther, slowly attacking Albus, appearing so seductively that he doesn't even notice it at first.
And only when Mr Malfoys claws has sunken deep into Albus' flesh and the first drops of blood well up, a scarlet red against pale skin, that's when the pain starts to blossom, a dull, throbbing sensation, buried deep beneath his skin. And that's when Albus will find he cannot leave, riveted to his predator, being at his mercy.
Hmm, this meeting I'm currently attending is so boring I get all poetic from it :/ Or maybe it's your fluent prose that leaves me all inspired and dreaming of a predatory Malfoy, claws sharpened and ready to leave that sweet-burning pain in Albus body and mind.
Looking forward to the next part ;) And thank you for continuing this delicious saga! <3