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2005 Fragrant Flash Contest
Honorable Mention

Of Your Flesh

“I drink of your blood,” murmurs the boy, dark-eyed, dark-haired, fingers warm and scented with cloves against Liam’s throat.

Liam closes his eyes. His knees hurt, but he doesn’t move, crammed in between the pews, between the boy’s legs. Eighteen years old, he reckons, or an old seventeen with that feral look in his eyes. Cloves on his fingertips, spicy and heady and bitter-chocolate scent that takes Liam right back to campfires and wagons and girls with the same dark eyes, dark hair. Gypsy girls.

Gypsy boys.

He turns his head and presses his mouth against torn and tattered denim, reaches up a hand to finger the crucifix zipper – oh, the irony! – feels the heat that pulses hard and certain between the boy’s legs. Juniper and cloves, and the faint scent of bonfires, that crisp and smoky smell: winter, and heat singing his face, his hands, burning his skin.

He’s suddenly hard in a way that he wasn’t before.

“I eat of your flesh.” he answers, mouth against the boy’s thigh, words mumbled, murmured, and he tugs the zipper down. No underwear, no surprise. He slips his fingers in and the boy growls something low and incoherent, and Liam wraps his musician’s fingers around the boy’s erection and begins to stroke.

“That,” hisses the boy, wild and soft, his eyes brilliant, hand curling around the back of Liam’s neck, “is not eating.”

Liam rolls his eyes upwards and keeps them fixed on the boy’s face as he slowly, deliberately, brings his mouth around the boy’s cock, tongue heavy and wet and certain against that soft, burning skin, and he begins to suck.

The boy gasps and groans and shudders, eyes sliding shut, hips rolling upwards, and Liam smells altar smoke and the forest at night when he comes.

Rae has been writing since she was six and writing smut since she was fifteen, and fully believes that no, experience is not necessary for good writing as long as one as an excellent imagination. And really, it’s not possible to go wrong with church!sex.

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To: Rae Mason

Desdmona's Erotic Story Contests
2005 Fragrant Flash Contest
Honorable Mention