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I want the K, oops

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

19: Forceful Kiss

He kissed her hard,lips pressing firm against her own and swallowing the words she was about to say.He brought his hands up to her neck,holding her close,and only pulled away when oxygen became a necessity.

"I knew there was a way to shut you up."

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     Brian groaned softly as Jim came, his fingers digging into his skin. He leaned down to kiss him hard, but he only managed a few more rolls of his hips before his rhythm faltered and he came, pulling away from Jim's lips to groan a lot louder than he meant to.

He tried to wait it out a little bit longer, wanting it to last, but after a few rough thrusts and the fast strokes on his cock, Jim couldn’t hold on any longer. With a cry of Brian’s name, Jim came, panting and moaning with his release. “B-Brian. C’mon. Wanna see you come.” He whispered, now just taking what Brian was giving him.

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HAVE SOME PENGUINS CHASING A BUTTERFLY

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     Brian nipped at Jim's earlobe, pressed a kiss to Jim's cheek, and nodded. Jim's begging sent blood rushing south, and he knew he had to do something about it. "Sure." He agreed. "Since you asked so nicely."

     He stepped around him, hand moving away from Jim's length to grab the lube from the shelf by the shower, before taking his place behind him again.

     He slicked up two fingers, dropping his lips to Jim's shoulder in the mean time, joining the freckles with his tongue. He pushes a finger in, slow and steady, right up to the knuckle.

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"Took your time," He huffed, grinning as Jim stepped in with him. He pulled him under the spray of the water, running a hand through his hair. "I expect you here before the water’s even running."

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Back Kiss

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Kiss in the Rain

22: Then there’s tongue

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     Brian new he was close, but he wanted Jim to come first, wanted to see him come undone before he let himself do the same. He stroked him harder, faster, hips snapping into him at the same pace. "C'mon Jim,"He encouraged, panting his name. "Come for me."

Jim gasped when Brian's hand touched his cock, his own hands gripping Brian like a lifeline. He moaned out Brian's name over and over, getting louder by the second. "B-Brian. G-gonna...fuck..."

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Long Time Gone Sentence Memes

"I thought you were dead."

"So what’ve you been doing since you left?"

"Did you even think about calling?"

"But I went to your funeral!"

"What happened to you?"

"I’ve thought about you every day since."

"So I left, what’s the big deal?"

"I tried to call you."

"Did you ever get that postcard I sent?"

"Have you told anyone?"

"So you disappear off the face of the earth and then you come back and just expect to pick up exactly where we left off?"

"I came back for you."

"Did it ever occur to you that I might’ve moved on?"

"Well maybe I don’t want to see you again."

"I thought I’d never see you again."

"I left you a billion voicemails."

"Don’t ever do that again."

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          "Fuck." Brian whispered, giving a strangled sort of moan at the reaction he got from Jim. He tried to get the right angle again, wanting so much to see him like that. He wrapped his hand around Jim's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Jim couldn’t help the scream he let out when Brian hit his prostate. He gripped the couch, bucking his hips up in time with Brian’s thrusts. “B-Brian! Fuck yes.” He whispered, eyes shut tight. If Brian kept this up, it would all be over before it even began.

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      Brian settled on a rhythm of hard and fast, fingers digging into the skin of Jim's hips as he groaned. The noises Jim kept making were sinful, only encouraging him further, and he tried not to let his hips falter.

Small noises escaped the younger’s mouth, occasionally the word fuck, whimpers of how good it felt, how good Brian was, and moans of pure pleasure. He did try to keep quiet though, not wanting anyone else but Brian to hear him.

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     Brian ran his tongue over dry lips, and he nodded, his breathing a little ragged from the waiting. He kissed Jim again, hands moving to grip as hips as he pulled out further, pushed back in harder, built up a rhythm.

It felt good, feeling Brian finally move. He felt like an asshole for making him wait, but fuck, it only made this that much better.

"You can-" He stopped himself, moaning softly. "You can go faster." He wanted Brian to go faster, wanted it so bad.

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"..."

What the fuck is he supposed to say to that?

"We all make mistakes."

That works.

"I’ll see you on another side …"

"Iris? What the hell are you talking about?”

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It's Sexual Sunday. You have open permission to harass the fuck out of my muse. Go nuts!

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         "Thank you." He murmured, so grateful. It was starting to kill him. He leaned down to kiss him again. "Thank you, thank you." He still took it slowly, pulling back just an inch before he pushed in again.

Jim let out a small laugh, nodding his head. He was glad Brian waited, so glad. "Y-yeah. Move." He whispered, slowly pushing himself back onto the other. "Move, Brian."

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"How dare you.  I'm British.  Incredibly British.  Absolutely positively British."

Crumpets were awful. But they weren't having that argument. Not again.

"Do you want me to punch you?"

"I’m going to go with no."

Oh jesus.

"What have I done?"

He’s not even sure this time.

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"Same!"

He really does. He's an asshole, after all.

"But that doesn't mean  that I'm not safe.  I'm a big boy, Iris.  I can take care of myself."

"I’ll see you on another side …"

"Iris? What the hell are you talking about?”

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"No.  Crumpets are disgusting.  I'll have a scone instead."

He's starting to sound Australian now. He should really give up.

"Do you want me to punch you?"

"I’m going to go with no."

Oh jesus.

"What have I done?"

He’s not even sure this time.