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crack_van2004-09-12 11:36 pm
claire.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-09-12 11:36 pm
Please Master by Synecdochic (NC-17)
Fandom: POPSLASH (NSync)
Pairing: Justin/Lance
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
synecdochic
Author Website: Venus In Furs
Why this must be read:
I was seriously going to think of something interesting and intellectual to say about the strikingly beautiful imagery in Synecdochic's writing, but made the mistake of going back to rereread the fic - and now my brain has melted, and I'm pretty much only capable of monosyllabic words, so all you are getting from me is that it's Justin, it's Lance, it's got good Chris and also some BDSM (more BD than SM).
How can you go past
"Would you let me?" Lance asked. He left his hand there, his pinky tucked in the groove at the top of Justin's thigh, his other fingers stroking the hair that managed to be both soft and rough all at once. "If I wanted to."
"Yes," Justin hissed, after a long moment. Lance thought he heard guilt in that single syllable, and something much like shame, and that almost made him pause until Justin continued. "Anything you want. Anything."
Please Master
Pairing: Justin/Lance
Author on LJ:
synecdochicAuthor Website: Venus In Furs
Why this must be read:
I was seriously going to think of something interesting and intellectual to say about the strikingly beautiful imagery in Synecdochic's writing, but made the mistake of going back to rereread the fic - and now my brain has melted, and I'm pretty much only capable of monosyllabic words, so all you are getting from me is that it's Justin, it's Lance, it's got good Chris and also some BDSM (more BD than SM).
How can you go past
"Would you let me?" Lance asked. He left his hand there, his pinky tucked in the groove at the top of Justin's thigh, his other fingers stroking the hair that managed to be both soft and rough all at once. "If I wanted to."
"Yes," Justin hissed, after a long moment. Lance thought he heard guilt in that single syllable, and something much like shame, and that almost made him pause until Justin continued. "Anything you want. Anything."
Please Master