This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
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“How does any man back up his words, Lao Wen?” Zhou Zishu replies, still holding that thrumming pulse, feeling it quicken as he leans even closer. “By following through, of course.”
“Careful, A-Xu,” Wen Kexing breathes out, mirroring Zhou Zishu’s earlier words, “or I might believe you really want me to.”
For such a flirt, Wen Kexing sure does fumble opportunity. Zhou Zishu loosens his death-grip on Wen Kexing’s chin, and cups his cheek instead. Soft, and perhaps a little cruel, he says, “Lao Wen, I hadn’t pegged you for a coward.”
“You want me to beg?” he asked in a breathless, challenging voice.
It was David’s voice more than anything that always got to George. It had this husky quality that made everything he said sound like a whispered, amused secret. And because George never could back down from a dare, he responded to the challenge in David’s infuriating voice by pushing his hips forward and felt David start to harden. He felt it without surprise. This moment had been coming for a while. They both knew it, both recognized it for what it was, now that it was here.
“War Boys don’t beg for mercy,” David said in a whisper, his eyes full of heat and challenge.