Harry the Harlot
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,297
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
twirled all around
there was a flower on his bed, a torn up, worn down, twirled all around flower on his bed. He instantly adored it. "who's it from?"
"some chick was standing by the door, waiting for you. I offered to bring it in."
"oh," he threw it somewhere.
the other step brother was instantly crushed, heart lying scattered on the acres of his intestines.
xxx
the next day, instead of a flower, Keen found a crumpled up piece of paper, and it looked as if it had been thrown against walls, thrown at heads, and according to the other side, it had been used as Lottie's math homework's abode.
but on the side that really concerned him, was a sweet little poem:
you know, gators are green,
and sort of brown, from bayou
water which provides a sheen;
and I picked a flower for you.
why didn't you like it?
it came from the heart!
I admit, it didn't fit,
but it played its part.
see, flowers are grown,
with the utmost of care.
and I like when you moan
when I pull on your hair.
xxx
"so some chick, eh?"
"yeh, a real whorey looking girl. she left a message on your bed."
"peculiar how the other side of the page was your math homework."
there was a resonating blush against pretty cheeks. "weird."
xxx
"oh, I loved the flower, you fool!" Keen cooed, prancing to Lottie and hugging him tightly 'round the waist.
"but, but, you threw it on the floor." Harry muttered, his voice muffled because he was sniffing and snuffling in the crook of a very tasty, pale neck.
"well, you said it was from some girl. I wanted one from you, silly."
"oh, ohh."
xxx
"you know, I love you. a lot. and, well, I do, y'know." Keen looked so cute, with his cute little button nose and the beginning of a rat tail on the nape of his neck, and Harry couldn't resist tugging him close and then after eskimo kissing, he murmured, "I love you too, mufflykins."
"some chick was standing by the door, waiting for you. I offered to bring it in."
"oh," he threw it somewhere.
the other step brother was instantly crushed, heart lying scattered on the acres of his intestines.
xxx
the next day, instead of a flower, Keen found a crumpled up piece of paper, and it looked as if it had been thrown against walls, thrown at heads, and according to the other side, it had been used as Lottie's math homework's abode.
but on the side that really concerned him, was a sweet little poem:
you know, gators are green,
and sort of brown, from bayou
water which provides a sheen;
and I picked a flower for you.
why didn't you like it?
it came from the heart!
I admit, it didn't fit,
but it played its part.
see, flowers are grown,
with the utmost of care.
and I like when you moan
when I pull on your hair.
xxx
"so some chick, eh?"
"yeh, a real whorey looking girl. she left a message on your bed."
"peculiar how the other side of the page was your math homework."
there was a resonating blush against pretty cheeks. "weird."
xxx
"oh, I loved the flower, you fool!" Keen cooed, prancing to Lottie and hugging him tightly 'round the waist.
"but, but, you threw it on the floor." Harry muttered, his voice muffled because he was sniffing and snuffling in the crook of a very tasty, pale neck.
"well, you said it was from some girl. I wanted one from you, silly."
"oh, ohh."
xxx
"you know, I love you. a lot. and, well, I do, y'know." Keen looked so cute, with his cute little button nose and the beginning of a rat tail on the nape of his neck, and Harry couldn't resist tugging him close and then after eskimo kissing, he murmured, "I love you too, mufflykins."