“for a moment he was quite unaware of any sound he might be making, so completely eaten up was he by the intensity of the pleasure”
Weird – that’s exactly what happened to me while I was reading this ASTONISHING FIC. I knew the prompt was in safe hands by the end of the second paragraph, but I didn’t dare hope you would take things as far as you did. You beautiful, unashamed, talented. Grant’s internal monologue was perfect, his care for Strange was so poignant, I loved the De Lancey/Wellington thing, and Strange was just so sweet. Poor Jonathan, poor Grant, and Wellington, you dirty bastard, you know you’ll be jacking off to this in that camp bed later.
You have created an instant classic. I am amazed at the skill with which you walk the tightrope between guilt and desire. In the words of Hannibal Lecter, it must be quite something to know you in private life.
Re: FILL: the duke of wellington's man (3/3)
Weird – that’s exactly what happened to me while I was reading this ASTONISHING FIC. I knew the prompt was in safe hands by the end of the second paragraph, but I didn’t dare hope you would take things as far as you did. You beautiful, unashamed, talented. Grant’s internal monologue was perfect, his care for Strange was so poignant, I loved the De Lancey/Wellington thing, and Strange was just so sweet. Poor Jonathan, poor Grant, and Wellington, you dirty bastard, you know you’ll be jacking off to this in that camp bed later.
You have created an instant classic. I am amazed at the skill with which you walk the tightrope between guilt and desire. In the words of Hannibal Lecter, it must be quite something to know you in private life.