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quiteanimpression · 3 days ago

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there’s nothing else quite like sucking nico off. for teddy to feel his boy falling apart in his mouth is… indescribable. the bliss is like no other. of course — nico isn’t quite near that point yet. while teddy prides himself in making his boyfriend cum quickly, he’ll need a bit longer for that. his tongue swirls and he relaxes his throat the best he can, trying to minimize the amount of gagging — no matter how sweet it may feel for his throat to spasm so tightly around his boy’s cock — just in case.

god, he couldn’t give less of a fuck about whatever the voices are droning on about. it’s all nonsense in his ears. it nearly prompts him to roll his eyes. it’s not that teddy doesn’t care about nico's work. he does. it’s just not exactly the kind of background noise he likes when his mouth is working so diligently around that perfect cock. and he does think it’s perfect, actually, — there isn't a thing, inside or out, about his boyfriend that teddy doesn’t worship. every inch of his body is paid homage to in time.

the most consideration he offers is a pause in his steady ministrations when he knows that nico has to speak. self assured as he is, he doesn’t want anyone listening to him giving his boy head unless it’s on purpose. the thought alone makes a growl build in teddy’s throat, swallowed unlike the drool that’s now beginning to soak the material of nico’s pants. he’s not getting off on the risk of being heard. no — what he enjoys is that they won’t be. he likes that his boy has to be so careful, that he’s putting him in a situation where he has to stay in precise control of himself so that they aren’t found out.

and fuck if it hadn’t been killing teddy a little bit not being able to coo and praise nico for how good he’s being. " what is it, baby? what do you need? " that soft voice sounds again as he pulls away slightly, hand curling around his boyfriend’s cock once more to stroke. head of curls lays cheek against the sitting boy’s thigh, brown eyes peering up adoringly. words are feigning innocence — as if teddy doesn’t know why nico is so worked up. as if he doesn’t know that his mouth is a little slice of heaven wrapped up with plush pink lips. " tell me what you need and i’ll see about giving it to you. "

there’s no promise in that instruction. what teddy’s really doing, very knowingly, is forcing nico to use his words. he needs to hear that sweet, breathless voice begging for what his boy wants. so badly it makes his cock ache in his sweats, in mere anticipation, causing teddy to palm it lightly in order to relieve some of his pent up desire.

his first thought is : i’m going to hell for this and the second disintegrates the moment teddy’s hand wraps around his cock. " teddy, let me just — " but the words vanish halfway, swallowed whole by the wet heat of teddy’s mouth and the quiet, obscene sound it makes as it slides down over him.

he doesn’t dare look down. not now. not when the sight might shatter him completely — might make him forget how to breathe, how to think, how to function and he needs to focus. there’s still someone droning in his speakers about quarterly goals and international logistics as his fingers tighten on the desk and his thighs twitch where teddy’s kneeling, warm mouth moving around him in steady, unrelenting devotion.

the laptop speaker crackles. someone asks a question. nico's name. he freezes. eyes blown wide. the camera light is off. thank god the camera’s off. " i — yes, give me a second, sorry, " he mutters, shame curling hot in his stomach. " i think if we rework the launch timing to coincide with the q3 data, we — we can pivot more effectively for the overseas segment … it just makes more sense with the demand curve we saw last cycle. " he fights to keep his voice even, fights not to moan. silence. a beat of nods and he mutes the mic again. “ shit … ”

he can’t look away anymore. his whole body is thrumming, humming like a live wire. he thinks he might cry. it’s that good. his jaw clenches. eyes flutter shut. " f — fuck. " he doesn’t mean to say it, not really. it just slips out, raw and cracked. " teddy ... teddy, please ... " his cheeks are flushed a deep, feverish pink and his lips, they’re parted around soft, panting breaths, puffy and red from biting down on them too hard.

fuck it. he doesn't care about the meeting anymore. he’ll say sorry later. he’ll apologize to his coworkers and pretend the connection glitched. because right now, he’s got sin incarnate between his thighs, and all he wants is to be kissed senseless.

#clearly i am already obsessed as well #dollieour

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quiteanimpression · 5 days ago

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continued from here (on my main blog) for @dollieour !

in all honesty, teddy probably shouldn't torment nico the way he does. he's so fun to play with, though, that he often can't resist. he's gotten bored, trying to enjoy a day off. that's not quite as fun when nico is busy and he can't stay entertained that way. he likes his boyfriend working from home the way he does. that's not the problem. he's just impatient.

shirtless, sweatpant clad frame leans against the doorjamb for a moment. then teddy closes the door, as if he's maintaining the work atmosphere. maybe he'll even retreat behind its closed state once again once he's accomplished his mission, leaving nico to finish up the work day.

he knows nico can see what he wants. there's no reason to hide it. eyebrow lifts slightly. he merely lingers there for a moment. the building anticipation is part of the game. the fact that nico speaks tells teddy that his mic is muted, and he'll type any response to the voices coming through the laptop's speakers. whether or not his camera is on is the question.

teddy is careful to drop to his knees beyond the potential camera's angle. he stays low enough that nico can simply shift the screen to bring the frame higher. he's considerate like that. he's slightly taller than his boyfriend, so he's able to simply sit thighs spread in front of him.

❛ shhhh, ❜ soft voice soothes. ❛ focus on what you're doing. ❜ nimble fingers pop the button of the sitting boy's jeans. the zipper is tugged down to follow. cock is fished from within underwear. it's already swelling for teddy. he isn't surprised; neither boy finds it hard to become aroused. licked palm encircles shaft. ❛ look at that. you're already eager for me. ❜ teddy strokes his boyfriend's cock to full hardness before his head lowers and he takes it into his mouth to suck gently.

#dollieour #i initially was going to use a different muse but i decided that what a pathetic loser boy needs is a golden retriever bf

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quiteanimpression · 6 days ago

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continued from here (on my main blog) for @realbcys !

hadn't it been said at some point that a good number of homophobic people were actually gay themselves? beau's memory of the topic was a little hazy. but it seemed to be at least true in his uncle's case. the older man just about *reeked* with desperation for cock. it had partly been just to spare himself the (not so) subtle glances and lingering touches at last that beau had finally taken him up on his offers. and, well. his uncle wasn't too bad of a fuck. not so bad that he turned him down when asked on occasion. he was so eager for it that beau could excuse the lack of switching positions between the pair, which he preferred.

beau merely raised his brow at rusty's outbursts. it wasn't that surprising of a reaction. one would hardly expect to walk in to see his cousin using his father like the bottom bitch he secretly was. he was aware of the nasty attitude his uncle displayed towards rusty as well. beau hadn't quite given the older enough shit about it yet. but there was time. "your dad's not a homophobe, is he?" he questioned, withdrawing his fingers to grab a handful of hair and pull his head back. he doubted his uncle had even realized it was rusty walking in at first. he'd been so blissed out and desperate he'd probably have cum at the sight of anyone walking in. it was only now that he blabbed out a reaction to his son seeing him like this. ‘rusty, fuck— you weren't supp-supposed to know. it's not what you think.’ beau pulled the older's head back further, hips pushing forward. "your dad takes cock better than a girl does. that's at least a little gay, i think."

scowl passed over beau's face. "you think i'd give you my cock? i'm not that desperate for hole." head shook slightly, as if shaking the idea from his mind. beau's hips pulled back, allowing himself to slip from within his uncle's ass. "you couldn't take it anyway." words were almost a challenge, as his fingers curled loosely around the base of his cock. his size had been a struggle for rusty's dad to take. even now, with practice, his hole still tried desperately to adjust, constantly clenching. "i'd suggest you try his instead, but it's useless for topping. he blows his load if you even tighten your hand around it." free hand gave his uncle's ass a light slap before fingers sunk into the supple flesh, pulling one cheek apart from the other. "this, though?" hole gaped slightly from taking that thick cock, fluttering as the younger two peered at it. "it's worth trying out at least."

the insults were nothing. beau blinked and they'd passed. he wasn't exactly surprised to be rejected. he knew how deeply the mistrust and resentment ran between himself and his cousin. "even if you don't, even if you walk away right now, you're not going to tell anyone." the panic had gone, and beau was back in his element, confidence returned. features hardened. "look at him." words were a command. he'd turn rusty's head himself if he had to. "now look at my dick." flushed, throbbing, sticky at the tip. "you don't hate this as much as you're pretending to. or you would have ran the second you saw us." gaze dared the other to deny his words. "so you're going to either join us, or you're going to keep your mouth shut about it. or i'm going to show you exactly how much you like seeing me and your old man like this."

#i actually wrote this as soon as you replied but here it finally isss #realbcys #still figuring out my tagging system

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