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This is set in the same 'verse as my other Giles/Andrew fic,
Ring of Truth
I've decided office smut is hot. And that I can't write tender schmoopy Giles/Andrew; it just has to be kinky and wrong. I'm bad and as Snowbound isn't playing nicely, I'm going to keep on spamming my LJ with progressively kinkier drabbles. So there.
Executive Toys
They go out of fashion fast; when something’s common, it’s not a status symbol,is it? He imagines people desperately inventing ever more useless gadgets and gewgaws.
Then he looks at what he keeps on his desk to amuse him and smiles. The vibrator rammed deep in Andrew’s arse might use batteries, the cuffs on his wrists might clink in a relentless metallic rhythm as the boy writhes...but this diversion is as old as the hills.
And sometimes, when he sees the look it leaves in Andrew’s eyes, that’s how he feels.
But it doesn’t stop him playing with him.
Ring of Truth
I've decided office smut is hot. And that I can't write tender schmoopy Giles/Andrew; it just has to be kinky and wrong. I'm bad and as Snowbound isn't playing nicely, I'm going to keep on spamming my LJ with progressively kinkier drabbles. So there.
Executive Toys
They go out of fashion fast; when something’s common, it’s not a status symbol,is it? He imagines people desperately inventing ever more useless gadgets and gewgaws.
Then he looks at what he keeps on his desk to amuse him and smiles. The vibrator rammed deep in Andrew’s arse might use batteries, the cuffs on his wrists might clink in a relentless metallic rhythm as the boy writhes...but this diversion is as old as the hills.
And sometimes, when he sees the look it leaves in Andrew’s eyes, that’s how he feels.
But it doesn’t stop him playing with him.