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snoggedTitle: Matchmaker
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own BtVS/AtS. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: NC-17/FRAO; male slash, explicit sex, adult language
Word Count: 164
Rating: Angel/Xander
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyvirgo1956 who wanted Angel/Xander with a hint of Cordelia.
How do you thank your matchmaker? Do you send her flowers? Chocolate? Graphic stories depicting your current sex life?
Angel’s thick cock breached the barrier of Xander’s puckered hole and he pressed his cheek against the wall, bracing himself for whatever assault Angel had in mind for the night. He could see the places where the paint was starting to chip and he wondered if he should mention that to Angel.
Angel inched his cock out slowly and grunted as he thrust forward, brushing the tip against Xander’s prostate.
“Fuck! Fuck me harder, Dead Boy!” Xander shrieked as a wave of pleasure crashed through him.
“Shut your mouth, moron,” Angel hissed, settling into a rhythm of movement. “I can fuck you however I want.”
Xander groaned. God, he hoped so. He hoped the vampire would keep doing this all night.
Best way to thank your matchmaker? Buy her a fancy, new pair of shoes and keep your damn mouth shut about your sex life.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and co. own BtVS/AtS. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: NC-17/FRAO; male slash, explicit sex, adult language
Word Count: 164
Rating: Angel/Xander
Beta: None. Please forgive any spelling/grammar errors
A/N: written for
ladyvirgo1956 who wanted Angel/Xander with a hint of Cordelia.How do you thank your matchmaker? Do you send her flowers? Chocolate? Graphic stories depicting your current sex life?
Angel’s thick cock breached the barrier of Xander’s puckered hole and he pressed his cheek against the wall, bracing himself for whatever assault Angel had in mind for the night. He could see the places where the paint was starting to chip and he wondered if he should mention that to Angel.
Angel inched his cock out slowly and grunted as he thrust forward, brushing the tip against Xander’s prostate.
“Fuck! Fuck me harder, Dead Boy!” Xander shrieked as a wave of pleasure crashed through him.
“Shut your mouth, moron,” Angel hissed, settling into a rhythm of movement. “I can fuck you however I want.”
Xander groaned. God, he hoped so. He hoped the vampire would keep doing this all night.
Best way to thank your matchmaker? Buy her a fancy, new pair of shoes and keep your damn mouth shut about your sex life.
