If someone had said to me, "Look, you can have anything for your birthday. Anything you like. What will it be?" I am pretty sure "A sequel to Moneymaker" would have been fairly high on the list. :DD
I was so wildly excited and in a wibbly state of anticipation about this, that I actually put off reading it for so long that it was too late to comment at the time. So I apologise for that. But REALLY. What did you EXPECT, writing THIS? Sweet Merlin.
Harry's reasoning for getting back in touch with Malfoy is joyous. NOBODY IS FOOLED, HARRY. Nobody. I love that he just starts dialling before he can examine his motives too deeply. ♥ And things are pretty much as clear on Malfoy's side: Malfoy had been quicker to agree than Harry had expected, and it seemed the meeting time had helped convince him rather than becoming a point of contention
UGH YES, I bet it did.
a dim rectangle that Harry knew would be from the desk lamp, spilling out from Malfoy's doorway.
ahhhhhhh we all know that light. THAT LIGHT. This is ridiculous, that the memory of the description of a light in a previous fic has me weak at the knees ffs. But the evocative details, I die.
It was a long moment before Malfoy pulled the paper taut and then let it fold down over itself.
Listen to that. TAUT. How can you make words do your bidding in this way? You've pulled ME taut and I may well fucking fold down over myself in a minute. The deliberate tension in that single action and I'm PUTTY. Er, very taut putty. O_o
Malfoy folded the broadsheet crisply into quarters
OH HELL STOPPIT. Stop now. "Crisply". "Quarters". These are not words usually known for their wild eroticism, are they? So how do you do this? IT'S DARK MAGIC, I TELL YOU.
I'm not even mentioning the suit. Nor Harry remembering the feel of the wood under his elbows ffs, you didn't really even TRY to be fair in this fic, did you? Not for one minute.
So, Malfoy has been watching Harry's body and how it reacts since they were eleven. And the escalation here and the way he riles Harry so simply and effectively is so fucking nnnnngh. But Harry's JACKET, oh god *whimper* and Malfoy's pinkening ears, and the waistcoat buttons, and you said, YOU SAID YOURSELF the collar starched so crisply Harry wondered if he should classify it as a weapon but THESE WORDS AND IMAGES should be classified as weapons, and you're slaying me with them because YOUR AIM IS TOO FUCKING GOOD. You need a license for that keyboard because with you sitting at it, it's bloody lethal.
And then you drop this f bomb on us all:
"Did you like fucking my arse, Malfoy?"
The silence between them moved from laden to explosive. When he spoke, Malfoy's voice was hoarse. "What?"
HOLY JESUS, MERLIN, MARY, JOSEPH, SNAPE AND ALL THE WEASLEYS AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE
WHAT EVEN IS THIS FIC *whimper* *breaaaaaathe* *whimper*
I think I need a new comment. Maybe sentences will happen in the next one. But I don't think so because there's WOOL and KNUCKLES and HAIR-PULLING and FINGERS ON JAWS and then THIS:
Harry's cock strained against his pants; he hadn't realised how hard he was until he felt the bulge of Malfoy's erection brush his lips. He slid his lips over the outline of it and felt Malfoy's hand fall to his shoulder, digging in so hard that Harry could feel each fingertip, even through the leather of his jacket.
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If someone had said to me, "Look, you can have anything for your birthday. Anything you like. What will it be?" I am pretty sure "A sequel to Moneymaker" would have been fairly high on the list. :DD
I was so wildly excited and in a wibbly state of anticipation about this, that I actually put off reading it for so long that it was too late to comment at the time. So I apologise for that. But REALLY. What did you EXPECT, writing THIS? Sweet Merlin.
Harry's reasoning for getting back in touch with Malfoy is joyous. NOBODY IS FOOLED, HARRY. Nobody. I love that he just starts dialling before he can examine his motives too deeply. ♥ And things are pretty much as clear on Malfoy's side: Malfoy had been quicker to agree than Harry had expected, and it seemed the meeting time had helped convince him rather than becoming a point of contention
UGH YES, I bet it did.
a dim rectangle that Harry knew would be from the desk lamp, spilling out from Malfoy's doorway.
ahhhhhhh we all know that light. THAT LIGHT. This is ridiculous, that the memory of the description of a light in a previous fic has me weak at the knees ffs. But the evocative details, I die.
It was a long moment before Malfoy pulled the paper taut and then let it fold down over itself.
Listen to that. TAUT. How can you make words do your bidding in this way? You've pulled ME taut and I may well fucking fold down over myself in a minute. The deliberate tension in that single action and I'm PUTTY. Er, very taut putty. O_o
Malfoy folded the broadsheet crisply into quarters
OH HELL STOPPIT. Stop now. "Crisply". "Quarters". These are not words usually known for their wild eroticism, are they? So how do you do this? IT'S DARK MAGIC, I TELL YOU.
I'm not even mentioning the suit. Nor Harry remembering the feel of the wood under his elbows ffs, you didn't really even TRY to be fair in this fic, did you? Not for one minute.
So, Malfoy has been watching Harry's body and how it reacts since they were eleven. And the escalation here and the way he riles Harry so simply and effectively is so fucking nnnnngh. But Harry's JACKET, oh god *whimper* and Malfoy's pinkening ears, and the waistcoat buttons, and you said, YOU SAID YOURSELF the collar starched so crisply Harry wondered if he should classify it as a weapon but THESE WORDS AND IMAGES should be classified as weapons, and you're slaying me with them because YOUR AIM IS TOO FUCKING GOOD. You need a license for that keyboard because with you sitting at it, it's bloody lethal.
And then you drop this f bomb on us all:
"Did you like fucking my arse, Malfoy?"
The silence between them moved from laden to explosive. When he spoke, Malfoy's voice was hoarse. "What?"
HOLY JESUS, MERLIN, MARY, JOSEPH, SNAPE AND ALL THE WEASLEYS AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE
WHAT EVEN IS THIS FIC *whimper* *breaaaaaathe* *whimper*
I think I need a new comment. Maybe sentences will happen in the next one. But I don't think so because there's WOOL and KNUCKLES and HAIR-PULLING and FINGERS ON JAWS and then THIS:
Harry's cock strained against his pants; he hadn't realised how hard he was until he felt the bulge of Malfoy's erection brush his lips. He slid his lips over the outline of it and felt Malfoy's hand fall to his shoulder, digging in so hard that Harry could feel each fingertip, even through the leather of his jacket.
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