Please don’t read this if you don’t like slash, crack pairings, silly one shots. Not appropriate for younger peoples. Also, warning. Detailed getting undressed scene. You know you like it…
Foaly entered his apartment, Artemis following him. Artemis looked around. The apartment was small and cluttered with furniture and technology. It was dusty but welcoming. Artificial sunlight lit up the room through a small window.
“Well,” Artemis said, “It looks lived in.”
Foaly whinnied, embarrassed. “Of course it’s nothing compared to your manor,” he admitted.
“It doesn’t really matter what the apartment looks like,” Artemis said. “I care only for the fairy who lives in it.”
He took off his suit jacket and slowly, seductively loosened his tie while Foaly watched, a mixture of lust and love on his face. He walked over to Artemis when he had removed the tie and helped him undo the buttons on his shirt. Foaly then removed Artemis’ shirt, his hands lingering on Artemis’ bare flesh. He then brought his hands up to Artemis’ face as he gently kissed him.
Next to go were Artemis’ pants. Foaly swiftly removed Artemis’ belt then pushed him down onto the bed. He pulled off Artemis’ pants and threw them across the room. He looked Artemis over then climbed onto the bed next to him. He leaned over Artemis and proceeded to kiss him all over, his thighs, stomach, chest, shoulders, neck and eventually his lips. Artemis responded to the kiss, grabbing at Foaly’s hair, pulling him closer. Artemis was hot with arousal, barely able to contain himself when Foaly hesitated.
“What’s wrong?” Artemis asked. “What are you waiting for?”
“Oh, nothing,” Foaly said. “It’s just, uh, how are we supposed to do this?”
Artemis sat up and stared at Foaly’s bottom half, frowning as he realized the problem.
“Well, you’re the centaur,” he said, “What do you want to do?”
Foaly thought for a moment. “Maybe we should experiment,” he suggested.
Artemis’ mind was instantly filled with thoughts of awkward, painful positions and hoof shaped bruises.
“No thank you,” he said. He got out of bed and quickly got dressed. Foaly stared at him as he walked to the door and opened it. Right before he walked out he turned to Foaly.
“Goodbye, Foaly,” he said, “I hope you have a nice life.”