New Challenge: Potluck Bingo
Sit down to a delicious selection of prompts served on bingo boards, created by the SWG community.
“Why do you love me so? Sometimes I think it is a part of my curse,” Túrin said, one night, on the edge of falling asleep. He was curled up against Beleg, in their bed of furs, and sounded so forlorn that Beleg turned to look at him.
From there, he couldn't quite help touching Túrin’s face, and kissing his throat.
Túrin’s eyelashes fluttered, casting shadows on his cheek. He smiled, half-regretfully, at Beleg.
Beleg felt a familiar jolt of lust and guilt and love. He reached for Túrin, and Túrin for him. Soon, they were so tangled up with each other that Túrin did not hear Beleg’s answer.
Yes, Beleg had whispered into Túrin’s skin. It is a part of it.
Title from a poem by Dylan Thomas, and super hot. Source.