Me: Short Little Skit I decided to add on here for my babies(all of you reading this)Phil….
Phil: …
Me: Don't judge me. *Mumbles You know the problems already big enough as it is… With me never owning the Rise of The Guardians since they already own my heart…
So for a heads up, this is just a little one shot type of deal for the story Pitch and His Payback that I'm writing. But there will be a part two of this. If you want to see the photos that go with this, then you should go to my tumblr called Frost and Night where a link can be found for on my profile.
He looked down at where the feeling of the slight insistent pull of his belt buckle edged down to make sure he wasn't just imagining things. Only to realize that it was Pitch's lithe and muscular hands that was the origin of the feeling, did not help to calm his already rapidly beating heart of which he was sure by now had sped up as he took note of the fact that another hand was lightly caressing his back unclothed. Humming Jack pulled Pitch closer only to find the rougher, more firm member of the other's even more arousing. Shifting to a better angle, he unabashedly thrust into the other and marveled their look of pure estacy. However when he leaned in for those soft, slightly chapped lips, he found a harder, much cooler than it should be temperature emanating off of them. Strange. He was the winter sprite, he shouldn't feel cold. Jack attempted to adjust himself with a huff realizing that he had been coddling his staff in a dream the whole time.
