What are the chances? I wrote this last night and some else posted one yesterday before I could post mine...random...
It wasn’t love at first sight, for a long time things were far from perfect. However, time, practice and experimentation have led them to a special place.
The smell so pungent, earthy and distinctive. Beguiling almost. Warming him inside and out, causing his senses almost to overload, touch, smell, taste, all fulfilled in this moment. Preparation is half the pleasure, grinding and simmering, desire almost bubbling over. Burning like fire if handled incautiously. Keeping him safe through the longest watches of the night, loyal defender against cold and fatigue.
He likes to think of himself as a connoisseur, unlike his colleagues with their lustful feckless addictions that yield such inferior pleasures. Refusing to acknowledge that he is entirely in the thrall of its dark sensuous charms.
Ianto/Coffee
It wasn’t love at first sight, for a long time things were far from perfect. However, time, practice and experimentation have led them to a special place.
The smell so pungent, earthy and distinctive. Beguiling almost. Warming him inside and out, causing his senses almost to overload, touch, smell, taste, all fulfilled in this moment. Preparation is half the pleasure, grinding and simmering, desire almost bubbling over. Burning like fire if handled incautiously. Keeping him safe through the longest watches of the night, loyal defender against cold and fatigue.
He likes to think of himself as a connoisseur, unlike his colleagues with their lustful feckless addictions that yield such inferior pleasures. Refusing to acknowledge that he is entirely in the thrall of its dark sensuous charms.
He does, really rather love his coffee.