That has to be somewhat canonical because I spotted it, and my instinct for such things is hardly unfailing.
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They went that way with it in Tromeo and Juliet.
Titiana/Oberon/The Persian Boy threesome fic.
I'm sorry I asked about the Shakespeare fandom.
Antonio/Sebastian? How about Antonio/Bassanio/Shylock (Merchant of Venice)? That straddled the border between text and subtext.
How about Sonnet Slashfic? All of that beautiful young man stuff.
Plus, there's all that yummy genderfuck in that play. I'd be surprised if someone hadn't written Olivia/Viola-Cesario femmeslash-in-counter-drag, or whatever you call it when women dress up like men.
Which made it my favorite Shakespeare play. I love Twelfth Night.
How about Sonnet Slashfic? All of that beautiful young man stuff.
Yes, well, Shakespeare RPF(and frequently S) isn't so much a fandom as an industry. Of which my current favourite example is Robert Nye's Mrs. Shakespeare.
It's been a long dry spell without badsex, but my favorite writer has returned, and she's in fine form.
Michael was out of his mind with need, he required a climax of his own soon or he was convinced that he would die, exploding into a million pieces from the yearning and was afraid of meeting his maker sexually frustrated, so he asked, “Kita?”
Their concentration impenetrable as the friction created by the potent drive drove the couple up a steep cliff just to propel them to an abyss of pure bliss on the other side.
Nikita worried that even with this incredible experience she was incapable of remembering Michael at all. But in the end - who cared, wasn’t the lovemaking enough? Weren't the multiple orgasms sufficient? Wasn’t this the beginning of the rest of their lives?
Yes, the basis of any sound relationship - multiple orgasms.
Their concentration impenetrable
The only thing impenetrable, in this relationship. I am surprised their brains have not leaked out through their nostrils and lovingly congealed into a signle sapient glop.
...ew.
the friction created by the potent drive drove the couple up a steep cliff just to propel them to an abyss of pure bliss
Why, it's almost poetry.