This shows why I fell in love with this ship, skipping the awkward parts nicely. I dare you to find someone who does better hearteyes than Bohn! 😉
Lizard-sitter wanted, the caption says. OK, not the most original innuendo Frong has ever heard, but he’s prepared to forgive that if the impressive bulge in those shorts is the real deal. As an added bonus, the man has a sculpted jaw, a dazzling smile, and a damn fine set of shoulders and biceps showcased by his sleeveless cycling jersey. Yeah, I’d sit on your lizard any day, Frong thinks, and swipes right.
This fic might be an AU, but it manages to capture both Frong in all his needy bottom glory and Thara’s hot weirdness perfectly.
New territory exposed, Bohn wastes no time resuming his previous position, letting Duen pull him back onto his lap. He’s so busy looking, admiring the view and shivering into that first, full bare press of their bodies together that he doesn’t register the telltale click of a cap being flicked open until Duen gets a hand in between them and gathers them both against a well lubed palm. Bohn jerks into the touch with a groan, eyes fluttering shut as the motion is repeated a second, a third time. He struggles on his next inhale, forces his eyes open to stare at the sure-minded focus on Duen’s face, and blurts out, “Oh my god have you been on the internet?!”
Horny no-filter hedonist Bohn and surprise service top Duen are my new favourite things.