Beginning's End
Summary: "What's the point of a start?"..."Why, to reach the end, of course." It's all for nothing when the sun sets; it will rise again merely to start another day that is only to end once more. A repetitive cycle goes by unnoticed. [Welcome to Night Vale]
Pairings:Carlos/Cecil
Rating:Mature.
Genres:Romance/Angst
Author:~FantasI
Disclaimer:I don't own Welcome to Night Vale, I just wish I did.
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Long legs wrap around a thin pair of godly hips, dainty fingers tangling in dark locks as two strong hands skim the outline of a fragile body; said bodies pressing together in an attempt to get as close as the articles of clothing would allow, and two sets of lips dance to the song of lust and love in a hot enticing way.
"Don't stop," a moan and a shudder as thin lips and a white smile graze the pale flesh that belongs to a young man, no older than 23 years of age. "Please don't stop." The smile only grows before sinking into the pale flesh, now enticing a quiet yelp and growl in the pale man's throat. Such noises mustn't be heard by anyone else other than this mysterious man who craved nothing but more of this man poised in front of him.
"Carlos..."
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A/N: Just a little teaser...I sort of just jotted this up one night out of pure boredom and it appeased me. I thought that perhaps I could get some feedback on it? I know it's not much, but I though it may leave a bit to the imagination.
R&R c:
