Othello's BIG Way to Start the Job
othello cried out. "excellent. this way then."
Passion -after the battle-
- hazme completamente tuyo, othello.
He Who Would be Master: Chapter 7
And now, othello knew that his boss was a bonafide werewolf. one of the leaders.
He Who Would be Master: Chapter 3 (Angel's Eyes)
He parted their lips and fed at othello's mouth, remembering how othello kissed him yesterday. thick legs straddled othello's hips, enveloping him further under a full-bodied embrace. angel ground his ass against othello through their clothes.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 9
"he said, get this, he said his boys were out drinking at othello's, right? and they said they saw mateo there, drinking everything in sight, getting drunk as a lord! ha! and he- and he- wait, wait."
He Who Would Be Master: 6
othello montague was going to pay for making him feel this way... _"othello!" angel called. othello turned around, giving him the bug-look. "you fuckin' ball-licker!" angel punched othello in the face again.
He Who Would be Master: 11
Angel asked loving the feel of othello's coarse hair on his face. "i fought a fire-demon-thing... and i lost..." othello responded. "and then a wind-thingy got you," angel muttered softly.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 28
As hard as he worked the fields by day, he would work othello's tavern by night. how he never let slip my condition to the drunken rabble in that dingy place is beyond me.
He Who Would be Master: Chapter 3
The two sat that way, and the world stopped rocking for othello. neil clapped his hands once, snapping othello to. “as the official third wheel, i’m out!” he said, throwing up his hands. he stood and looked down at othello.
Chapter XI: The Three Bears
It didn't help that odin and othello grew bored in the back and constantly made out, enjoying slowly letting their ursine sides slip and then forcing them back.
He Who Would Be Master: 8 (Angel's Eyes)
._ angel allowed himself a small smile whenever his thoughts turned to othello. he'd touch a thigh, remembering what his skin felt like when othello had touched it. he'd brush a thumb to his lips, remembering the way othello tasted.
He Who Would be Master: Chapter 2
He pushed othello hard and the plant came free. "rio! come on!" othello looked at his catch and looked at the broken stem. "aw! dammit, rio!" othello started digging through the dirt for the root. "i said no, othello!"