Paceus
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Tom finds out that giving your little brother a prostate massage may result in morally questionable situations.
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- Part 2 of Massaging
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Bill has been really tense and Tom believes it's because he's not having sex. Luckily there's a particular kind of massage that helps men with this problem. Tom read all about it online.
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- Part 1 of Massaging
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Sometimes Bill still can't believe the things he can do with his twin. And now he can't believe Tom's suggestion...
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Bill tells Tom he's gay. Tom starts acting in incomprehensible ways.
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This is a toho_kinkmeme fic, written for the prompt "Bill is a little fairy / pixie / fae / whatever. He gets trapped by a flower and fucked by its stamen/pistil."
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One latent barb in this enormously risky plan is that she may no longer be transparent to him.
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fighting vainly the old ennui by Fahye for innie
Fandoms: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries
25 Dec 2014
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The Bowerbird wasn't playing fair; Jack couldn't debate these pieces of paper. He couldn't tell pieces of paper and a growing pile of feathers that he, too, remembered the rare treat that was eating a single piece of tropical fruit in the heavy heat of a Christmas afternoon, stickying his best suit of clothes, which had been so clean and pressed for church that morning.
(In which Inspector Jack Robinson is having a fairly uneventful year, divorce notwithstanding, until he acquires a lady doctor for a drinking buddy and receives a series of flirtatious notes from a jewel thief.)
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- Part 12 of Author's Favourites
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Jack is fairly convinced he could see that shape a hundred thousand miles from Melbourne’s streets and still feel the immediate, foolish quickening. It is impossible not to be conscious of Phryne’s presence when she is in a room, even tonight with his mind half-deserting him.
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'Anyway, you might meet someone you like,' Fuji said.
Tezuka looked around the large, elegant drawing-room, with its couple of dozen men being served drinks and canapes by soberly dressed waiters. He had no intention of meeting someone he liked. He couldn't think of anything more disastrous for his career.