nsfw

Sometimes I wonder why I write at all.

(Not that I don't love it, because I do, I love it with all my heart. But I wonder how it ended up like this where I can't imagine anything else quite like this.)

And then sometimes, I end up with a line like this: It starts with a hand at the belt, an easy pop of the button, a drag of the zipper going down and he has him in his hand, spit-slicked fingers curled around the base of his daddy’s cock.

Man, has kuro grown since those days of early ficcing.