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[davidkarofskyindie]

Joey was happy that his little show of flexibility went over well, the way that Nikolai cursed and reacted to his wicked little touches only spurred the stripper on more. He couldn’t believe the sheer size of what Nikolai was packing, even considering the size of the man’s muscular body that cock was still disproportionately large and was going to be a challenge for the slutty bottom. It was a challenge he was happy to try to live up to, he moaned happily when he felt the strong hand on his head and leading him towards that cock. His lips wrapped around it gently, just wanting ot let Nikolai have all the control he could have of where that cock went. He moaned as he slowly slipped down that cock, feeling it sliding between his lips and down his throat where it filled him to his limit. His hands reached up to run over those strong powerful thighs, a low lustful growl coming out while he enjoyed the feeling of that cock owning him.

He pulled back after a few wicked motions and looked up with a grin “Like I could forget something that big and perfect?” he teased, moving to wrap his lips around that thick low low-hanging set of balls while his hand moved up to stroke the thick cock. He took each one into his mouth, alternating between them to truly make sure he was worshipping every inch of the man “Hmm, so heavy… so full… when was the last time you blew a load in someone, stud?” he moaned out, licking his way over those balls and back up to the tip “Bet this big beautiful cock of yours is fucking full of cum, just barely holding it all in” he moved a little so he was really showing off his body, looking up to Nikolai and stroking the man’s cock “You gonna breed me so full of cum tonight NIkolai” You gonna use my tight little hole till I can’t handle it… gonna pump me full of every drop you have till I’m leaking your load?” Between every needy slutty question, his tongue slipped out to trail around that hot thick cock as teasingly as he could.

He pointedly slapped that thick cock againsth is tongue, letting out the most wicked moan as he did “You’ve never had a bottom like me stud… I’m gonna make sure you never forget this little gift” he moaned before he went in and eagerly deep throating that thick cock, hand moving to fondle those balls while he kept sucking away as enthuseastically as he could with the most obscene sounds coming out as he pushed himselfall the way down on that cock, his lips around the bast and nose buried in the pubes that perfectly surrounded the thick length that he was growing overwhelmingly obsessed with.

Nikolai didn’t just watch—he consumed, greedily, the spectacle Joey made of himself. The room, which had been expanded during that legendary remodel, felt abruptly too small for all the tension. Joey’s body bent, twined, flexed like a living sculpture obsessed with its own beauty, and Nikolai was rapt. He found himself laughing low, in both admiration and arousal, as the dancer’s hands roamed and his voice punctuated everything with the right kind of tease. He let the other take the lead, for now. Let him show off, let him seduce. It was rare, and exhilarating, to have someone match his energy, to be met tit for tat on the field of raw, unapologetic lust. When Joey’s teeth worked his zipper, an involuntary curse escaped Nikolai’s lips, and he leaned back, hands bracing on the headboard. His cock strained, freed from its denim cage, thick and flushed, and Joey’s delighted tone did nothing to soften it.

Nikolai didn’t let Joey’s upturned face linger in anticipation. He wrapped a strong hand behind the dancer’s skull, not yanking but guiding—an invitation dressed as dominance. The other hand found Joey’s jaw and thumbed softly at the dimple in his cheek, stroking down to the bow at the base of his cock as if retying the present. “You’re going to quickly become my favorite birthday present ever,” he rumbled, voice smooth, then pressed his thumb into Joey’s lower lip, gently nudging it open before guiding his cock forward.

The first touch of Joey’s mouth was electric. Nikolai let his eyelids shutter briefly, savoring the slide of wet heat around his cock, then opened them again so he didn’t miss a second of the way Joey’s lips stretched and glossed him with spit. He held a rhythm, rocking shallowly, never shoving, but asserting with every flex of his arm that this was his birthday, and this was how he wanted to celebrate, "Don't forget the balls, baby."

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Shane couldn’t stop smiling as he just enjoyed the sight of the adorable, sweet Wyatt who had captured his heart the second they’d met. The kind, gorgeous, hunky man was so adorably awkward when he was fully dressed and it was the cutest thing in the world to Shane. He happily held tightly onto the trunk’s arm and walked with him into the restaurant, his eyes widening as he just took in the inside of it, which was like something out of a textbook titled “The best place to take your boyfriend on a second date”. Every little bit of the place was astounding and Shane shuddered to think about just how much it cost but he had to tell himself that Wyatt picked it so he had to be able to handle it, the fact that the man had taken him to such an elaborate spot was another sign that there was definitely something special here that he was going to do anything to keep, which he knew would eventually involve a very uncomfortable conversation. He happily took his seat at the teo-top, carefully readjusting his outfit to make sure he looked as good as he could and just smiled to Wyatt who just got more adorable by the minute.

He was happy to let Wyatt take control of their ordering, for a moment he even saw a glimpse of the dominant man who had held him down on the bed just a few short nights ago. He bit his bottom lip a little just enjoying the moment and his hand slipped over so he could gently hold onto Wyatt’s, linking their fingers and squeezing it innocently. He got lost in the sweetness when their first round of plates were brought over and Shane was happy to start eating, he had been so nervous all day that he’d been nibbling but hadn’t had a full meal so he was taking advantage of this. He blushed a little at the mention of his own work, he thought for a moment about coming clean now but he didn’t want to talk about that stuff in such a public place, not when he had so much to explain “It’s been good, been a lot easier over the last few days with a lot more small jobs than big projects… it’s been good” he said, which wasn’t exactly a lie since the only things he’d done since dating Wyatt was a few little solo shoots involving himself and a very impressive dildo which was definitely a lot less than he normally did for his onlyfans page so he was at least being honest in a manner of speaking.

He decided ot get them away from work talk, or at least try to, by grabbing a piece of the honey drizzled goat cheese and reaching over to feed it to the other man “You really do know how to spoil a boy Wyatt… such a sweetheart, I can’t believe you’re even real sometimes” he whispered in a soft tender voice, just looking longingly at Wyatt’s face. He really was everything that Shane looked for in a partner, both in terms of kindness and just raw sex appeal, it was hard to behave hwen he was around the other man “I swear you play your cards right tonight… maybe this time we’ll go back to my place, you do have no plans for tomorrow right because I might just have to kidnap you and keep you for a while” he teased, bringing Wyatt’s hand up to kiss the back of it as sweetly as he could without ever looking away from the other man.

Wyatt awkwardly tried to lean into the hug and keep his composure, which only resulted in him making a small, involuntary squeaking noise against Shane's shoulder. He covered his embarrassment with a quick, dry laugh. "Bubble butt is, uh, my legal middle name, actually. And you… you look—" He paused, eyes flicking up and down as if Shane’s very presence required a few CPU cycles to process. "Wow. I mean, you’re wow." Why did words become so uncooperative around this man?

The nerd outside of the bedroom was such a complete opposite that Shane probably might not have believed it was the same man if he hadn’t experienced both the yin and the yang of the short stacked top. Wyatt found himself grinning back, fumbling his hands into his jacket pockets and shifting in place. "Missed you, too," he admitted. "Even though it’s entirely possible you ruined all other first dates for me. The bar? It’s in the stratosphere."

“We- should- I uh- the reservation-” Wyatt stumbled over his words and he simply sighed and shook his head slightly at himself, smiling apologetically at the beautiful other as e placed a hand in the dip of Shane’s back and lead him to the romantic establishment in front of them. The restaurant looked like it had been ripped straight from a viral TikTok reel—twinkle lights, black napkins folded into origami cranes, illogically sexy waiters navigating the floor with unconscious grace—yet somehow, in their little candle-lit nook, it was cozy. The host said their names like a secret, led them past a wall of expensive wine, and deposited them at a two-top nestled by the broad window. Wyatt tried not to gawk at the other and failed miserably. Shane, by contrast, glowed under the ambient lighting, looking like some Hollywood actor straight out of a romance film and every time he made direct eye contact with Wyatt it was enough to make the tips of his ears go pink.

They ordered drinks, their knees accidentally but not-accidentally touching under the table. Wyatt’s latent dominant side showed in small ways; such as ordering for them and gently pulling the other to sit as close to him as possible. He was clearly more at ease now, his nerves having had some time to settle by the time the first round of small plates arrived: lamb meatballs with harissa, honey-drizzled goat cheese, marinated olives that looked like rare gemstones. Wyatt tried to resist eating them with the same fervor he usually reserved for resisting spoilers on Reddit, but found himself enjoying the little bites in spite of himself, “So, yeah, works been fine- nothing super exciting happening in the wild west of development,” he joked, “And you, beautiful? How’s your work been treating you?”

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Mick happily clung to Duke as he was pinned to the wall, feeling every one of the man’s many muscles pressing against his body and holding him in place with ease. He gripped firmly onto the Daddy’s biceps, they were so large his hands couldn’t even go all the way around them and that just turned him on even more. He was so hard and aching for it that he would do anything he was told with gusto, he just needed this stallion to break him. He happily moaned into the needy kiss, just taking in the feeling of every little motion. He could hear the belt buckle clinking as it fell open, felt the jeans pulling down and that big thick cock against his own. The heat just came off that thing like it was on fire, burning with a promise to destroy Mick’s hole like no one else had. He whimpered a little just feeling it against him, knowing what was to come. As the gorgeous hunk rutted against him, Mick was letting out the happiest neediest moans of raw pleasure that came out with every single motion. His fingers spread a little, almost trying to grab even more of the man’s bicep. 

He panted when their kiss broke, the whimper getting louder and hungrier. He pante4d a little just feeling the way that the man was marking him, the smearing of precum so obscene it had Mick almost sobbing with need “I want it so bad… none of those art kids have the nerve to try it” he moaned, finally able to just unleash his needs on someone who he knew could fulfill them. The smell of aftershave was obscenely erotic to Mick, it made him feel safe in a fatherly set of arms that were also strong enough to ruin his holes in ways he could only dream of. He was held up, his legs spread, he felt the cock teasing his hole and his hole was opening up trying to take it so he let his hands move up to Duke’s hair and grab onto it firmly “... I want you to fuck me so hard I pass out” he begged, looking into those eyes “I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t function for a month… I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t sit down… I want you to fuck me like the little slut I am”

He went in to kiss the man hard, his tongue slipping out to show Duke how wanton and needy as he was for the man. His hips rocked a little, wanting that tip inside him as much as he could get. “Duke… sir… I don’t know how many of your son’s friends you’ve fucked, but I know I can be the best you’ve ever had” he whimpered “I want it, I want to take every inch, every load you have… I want do be used by a real stud who knows how to fuck a boy like me” his eyes were watering with the building intense need “I want a man to fuck me so hard that if I never got fucked again, I’d be happy because I’d know I had the best pounding a bottom slut could have… please… please Duke… daddy… fuck me!”

Duke laughed, the sound warm and cocky, but when he looked at Mick it wasn’t a joke he was making—it was a promise. He worked his hands down from Mick’s waist to his ass, callused palms kneading the flesh with greedy precision, then hoisted the younger man easily and, standing up, pressed their bodies together, Mick’s back pinioned against the drywall. “Yeah, baby, I’ll fuck you just how you need and I’ll ruin every other guy for you,” Duke drawled, maneuvering until Mick could lock his legs around the older man’s hips. “But you’re right about one thing. I’ll do things to you those college boys haven’t even heard about.” He pinned Mick tight to the wall, their cocks hard and lined up and fighting for dominance, but Duke controlled the rhythm, grinding just enough to tease, never enough to relieve. “Junior will figure it out,” he corrected, though the smile on his lips never faltered, clearly never having cared all that much for upsetting his son with his salacious ways, “You’ll still be walking funny and he’ll know exactly who did it.”

He claimed Mick’s mouth with a fresh wave of hunger, letting his hand splay across the boy’s back, guiding his hips with enough force to make Mick gasp. Then, deft and practiced, Duke’s hand flicked across his belt, the buckle clinking open, and his jeans sagged just enough to let his cock spring free, the whole heavy length pushing up against Mick’s, the heat of flesh to skin making both their cocks twitch with eager anticipation. Duke steadied Mick with one arm, letting him dangle, held up by the sheer wall of muscle and intent. The older man’s cock bobbed and found itself against Mick’s own with a natural, lewd precision, and Duke rolled their hips together, rutting in slow purposeful thrusts.

Duke grinned, teeth white and wolfish. “God damn you’re loud,” he said, but it was pride, not complaint, and he punctuated the remark with a hard grind that sent both their cocks rubbing against each other, up and down, smearing precum in wet streaks over Mick’s abs and Duke’s own taut belly. “You get off on this, don’t you? All that posing in front of those prissy art kids, but this is what you really want—someone who’ll grab you and use you hard.” Duke pressed his lips to Mick’s ear, hot breath and the musk of aftershave and sweat. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to beg for it. I wanna hear how loud you can really get. Show me you know what you’re being used for.” He flexed his biceps under Mick’s thighs, holding him high against the wall, cock lining up between Mick’s cheeks, leaking so much it was almost slick enough already. “C’mon, pretty boy. Say it like you mean it. Tell me what you want.”

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Tory whimpered as he just looked up to Levi, feeling his lips tingling as he missed the feeling of that heavy cock between them. He just stared with wide lustful eyes at the man he adored, the sound of his low gravelly voice made his entire body tremble with the desire that filled every pore of his body. He was about to respond, he knew what he needed but he didn’t have the chance to before Levi’s mouth was practically assaulting his, an assault he eagerly returned with gusto. He grabbed hard as he could onto Levi, his fingers pressing into the muscular flesh as they made out like animals who were torn between kissing and eating each other. It was a passionate intensity that no one else had ever made him feel, he was hungry for Levi in ways he didn’t think it was possible to hunger for another man and he couldn’t hold back even a little. He was just so stunned that all he could do was make the most obscene little sounds while they kissed.

Tory barely even notted in response when he was told to go to the bed, he just moved with his legs shaking the entire way back. He just barely made it to the bed, falling to his knees beside it and bent over with his chest pressed into the mattress while his hands gripped the fitted sheet and pulled on it hard when Levi was pulling his underwear down. He could feel the breeze against his hole, his firm perfect cheeks parted just right to expose his admittedly flawless hole. He loved how easily he fell into it, how much his body just needed Levi to the point where it was doing everything possible to prepare for his brother. His hole was ready, if it could self-lubricate he was sure it would. His cock was rock hard but pressed right between his body and the mattress where it was out of the way, his legs spread just the right amount to make sure he was in the best position to be pounded. He was Levi’s bottom slut and proud as fuck of it, a pride exemplified by the absolutely filthy moan that came out of him when he felt his brother biting at his thick juicy ass.

“So’re you” he replied without a second thought, his head turning just enough that he could see the way that Levi looked at him. He wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t used to people looking at him in some particularly fvulgar ways, he knew what he had going for him, but fuck it was different when it was Levi doing it. He whimpered at the motion of that talented tongue working his hole, his body shaking with the sensation “ALl for you Levi… every inch of me is for you, always will be. I was made to be pounded by my beautiful big brother” he whimpered out happily, his voice breathy and as lustful as could be. He rocked his ass back a little at some of the licks, loving the way that his brother teased his little slutty opening “Hmm, you promise? I love when you make it so hard I can’t forget” he panted, before he had to turn his head and bury it into the mattress so his scream of raw pleasure was muffled by the mattress when that thick cockhead pushed inside him.

His back arched and his thick juicy behind pushed back, wanting to get every inch of his brother in him as quickly as possible. The second he felt it bottom out inside him, he felt sated and his needy scream became a lustful little whimper that didn’t need to be muffled. He craved that feeling of being full, of being stretched as only Levi could do. His large muscular body could take a lot but that first thrust was still intense, his tight hole stayed tight thanks to a lot of working out that Tory did just to keep himself fit for his brother and he needed that first thrust to be all the way just so he could adjust. His hand slipped down and he gently grabbed his stepbrother’s hand, bringing it up to his face to kiss it before getting the man to hold his shoulders “Don’t hold back baby… fuck me hard, break the bed in… break my hole in properly, wanna celebrate our new room by not being able to leave it” he whimpered wantonly, just gripping his ass cheeks around that thick cock that owned him so easily.

Levi couldn’t help but beam, the curve of his grin wild and a little wicked, like the world’s friendliest wolf. He shuddered at the sudden fierce suction of Tory’s mouth, the self-punishing eagerness, that edge-of-choking pace that made his eyes water even more. Pride and need warred in his chest. He was used to animal devotion—dogs, cats, horses, that melting, unconditional surrender—but to see Tory, his once-lone-wolf stepbrother, driven by this same self-obliterating want, wrecked him. He wanted to howl about it. Maybe he did, a soft raw-boned moan shaking out on every thrust. He had just enough presence of mind to keep from blowing instantly, instead slowing his strokes, pulling Tory’s face back by a fraction and cradling his jaw in one hand, thumb sliding over the tear track on his cheek. “Don’t want this to end yet,” he panted, voice thick as a summer storm. “Wanna see you—yeah, just like that, fuck—wanna see you fucked out on the floor.”

The more muscular brother laughed, a sound nearly lost in the pant of his own need, and watched his sibling and lover go at him like it was the last meal on Earth. He loved this—the back and forth of their pushy tenderness, the way neither of them ever stayed in a single lane of dominance or submission for long. He let himself be worked over, let Tory slide him down into the soft dark until it was perfect, too much, almost painful, and then he seized Tory’s head again and made it his, because he couldn’t help it, because the trust was total and the taste of his brother’s adoration made him shudder right to the root. For a while, he just let himself get devoured, feeling like a tiger on a leash, barely caged, head thrown back and hips flexing with more desperation at every wet, clumsy, perfect suck.

When he couldn’t take another second, Levi wrenched Tory’s face off his aching cock, staring into his brother’s ruined smile, the saliva and spit slicked across his lips, the glimmer in his eyes. “You look fucking gorgeous like that, Tor,” he gasped, voice gone gravel and sugar at the edges, “You know what you need?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just bent down and caught Tory’s mouth in a hard, teeth-knocking kiss, tasting the shine of himself on Tory’s tongue. He gripped the back of Tory’s head, holding him in place, pouring everything he couldn’t say in front of their parents or in any other room into the raw, sucking heat of the kiss. Only when Tory whimpered, almost pleading for more, did Levi break it off with a groan so low it might have been a growl.

“On the bed,” he said, a tone that brokered no argument, and steered Tory to the mattress. Levi nudged everything on the bed aside with one hand and bent Tory over the edge of the bed, breathing hard. It was so easy, finally, to let himself be completely animal; Tory brought that out in everyone, but only Levi got the full-bodied privilege of it. He pushed Tory forward, making him brace on the mattress, and tugged his underwear down in one practiced motion, exposing his brother’s ass, flushed and flexing with anticipation. There was nothing shy or careful about the way Levi manhandled him, both hands gripping Tory’s hips as if they were the only stable thing in the entire shifting world. He dropped to his knees, just for a second, and bit gently at the meat of his brother’s ass, tongue trailing after teeth, a low animal snarl of approval vibrating in his throat.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, spreading Tory wider, raking his eyes over everything he’d ever wanted. “Can’t believe you’re mine. Never gonna let anyone else see you like this—my gamer boy, my best fuck, my pretty little brother.” He licked a hot, messy stripe straight up the center, not bothering with patience, and then spat, making it wet and slick, just the way Tory liked. Levi lined himself up, the head of his cock already leaking, and pressed it right up against his stepbrother’s hole. “You’re gonna remember this every time you sit down for a week,” he promised, and pushed, forcing the blunt head inside the tightness he'd been daydreaming about all day.

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Sean clung tightly to Alexander as the absolutely goddlike hunk slammed inside him and bred him with that powerful thick load, the needy eager bottom could feel that hot thick daddy dick blasting inside him and filling his hole. He grinned wickedly, his head falling back as the obscenely intimate sensation overwhelmed him, his hole gripping tight around the cock that unloaded inside him just to ensure he kept every drom of the man’s spunk where it truly belonged. He panted for air just staring up at Alexander, enthralled by the sight of his face as the man seemed to exit his body from the intensity of the orgasm. He had always thought Alex was one of the sexiest human beings that he’d ever seen in his life but this was special, this was a whole other level of sexiness that he couldn’t evein begin to explain.

Sean’s arms wrapped around Alexander when he felt that forehead against his shoulder, his fingers running tenderly through Alexander’s hair just enjoying the intense afterglow. It was powerful, just feeling the warmth emanating off of that warm body and for a moment he was just wanting to lay there for a while until finally he heard that raspy voice and just the sound of it had him tritching with anticipation “You promise? I hate walking” he whispered back, biting his bottom lip as his face was tilted so he could just look into those eyes and let out a grunt when the man ground into him. He was done, he was officially undeniably owned by the biggest dick in the state and he would enjoy every second of it. He lay there listening to the man’s words, his decision on what was going to change about their relationship and he was more than OK with all of it. He eagerly returned the deep kiss, his tongue slipping out to make sure it was as powerful and intense as could be “I think I can handle that.. Sounds like a much more fun position than my current job” he brought his hand up to trail over Alex’s beard, looking sweetly into his eyes “I’m happy to be your free use slut whenever you need it… can’t have you taking this aggression out on the clients, that would be bad. Better to just unload it into my hole where it’s at least enjoyed”

He chuckled and playfully patted Alex’s chest, rubbing the man’s muscular upper body as teasingly as he could while looking into his eyes “I do have one tiny little question about this new role though… will that mean I get a limo to bring me to you for when you want to fuck me outside work hours or will I have nights I have to stay with you?” he asked with a teasing little grin, his fingers still just exploring that firm chest “I don’t mind being on call but I know your apartment is a little more uptown than my one, takes a solid hour with good traffic to get there so are we planning ahead or do I get to live my Pretty Woman fantasy and have a limo bring me right to your cock?”

Alexander didn’t need words. He wanted to fill Sean until he forgot his own name; wanted to put his mark so far inside the man that it would never evaporate, not even in the afterglow, not even when they both zipped up and became pure decorum again. He kept his rhythm unrelenting, every slap of skin like a finalized deal, something that would outlast the memory of these specific minutes and hang, radioactive, in the room for hours after. The only evidence of restraint was in Alexander’s hands—one bracing on the desk, the other palm flattened on the wrist of Sean’s that clung to his bicep. He held him there, pinioned, as if the other could ever escape. The desk rocked underneath them, the load-bearing glass and steel shuddering with the force of the billionaire’s thrust.

There was a moment of suspension, the razor edge of climax stretched tight between them, and then Alexander came. He did not soften or slacken: instead, his fingers dug into the meat of Sean’s hip, holding them together brutally. The sensation of filling the other—claiming him, really—sent jolt after jolt through Alex’s cock. The rush of orgasm hit him so violently that Alexander’s vision tunneled; the high-rise suite, the skyline, the city, all reduced to a single white-hot point of sensation as he emptied himself into Sean with a wordless, teeth-bared snarl. He held himself there, locked inside, trembling with the aftershocks that ricocheted up his spine and out to the ends of every nerve. The world returned to him gradually, as if someone was dialing up the focus, and the first thing that resolved was Sean, pinned beneath him on the desk, smeared with sweat and cum and looking up at him with something like awe.

Alexander let himself linger. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Sean’s shoulder, breathing in the skin there. The room was silent except for their panting, the echo of that final, desperate collision still rebounding off the glass. He smiled, a rare and devastating thing—brief, self-aware, and completely unguarded. “You’re not going to be able to walk after this,” he said, his voice rasping, barely more than a growl. The hand that had been braced on the desk now found its way to Sean’s chin, tilting his face up. “Which is good. Because I’m not done with you.” He punctuated the statement with a slow grind of his hips, a reminder—if any was needed—of who owned Sean in that moment. He leaned in closer, teeth grazing the shell of Sean’s ear, and said, “From now on, I expect you like this. When I tell you, wherever we are, whatever you’re doing. You’re not just my assistant anymore, Sean.” He paused, letting the words hang. “You’re mine. Understand?” The last word was a command, and his lips were now close to Sean’s, “When you walk into this office, you close the door and you present yourself for use.” He raked his gaze down the line of Sean’s back, the elegant flex of his shoulders, the evidence of earlier orgasms drying on the man’s skin. “If you need to take a call or run a report, you do it with my cock inside you.” He finally closed the distance between them, kissing the other deeply, “Every inch of you is mine from now on.”

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Kyle was just happy to get a chance to relax after putting on the little show for Hunter’s team, the little sweet touches and tender scalp massages were a perfect intimate contrast to the powerful pounding he’d managed to survive. He loved just getting the chance to be sweet with his redheaded hunk. It was the side of Hunter that he was endlessly in love with, the side that he got to see more than anyone else. He melted a little while enjoying the way that Hunter tenderly soaped up his skin, kissing over his body and making him feel as soothed as could be. “Hmm, well if you want that then I think I can handle that… they have to win though, none of this tie or technicality bullcrap, if I’m going to let you lead them in a game of ‘use my boyfriends holes’ I want them to earn it… you’ll still get my holes no matter what, I have higher standards for that” he joked, nuzzling against his partner as playfully as he could.

“Well, in their defense… I am a hot little fucker, so I can imagine they just assumed my standards were too high,” he teased with the cheekiest little twinkle in his eyes, unable to resist just having a little joke with the man he loved. His fingertips trailed along Hunter’s chest muscles when he was spun around, his eyes locked with Hunter’s while he arched ever so lightly just on an impulse to make sure his ass looked perfect. He grinned at the teasing little question and with his lips so close to Hunter he couldn’t resist being ever so wicked in responding with “Easier access?”, instantly giggling when he was pulled in close against the man’s chest and feeling their firm bodies perfectly moulded against each other. His heart beat a little faster, the warmth of Hunter’s body just made him feel soothed all over and the tender touches made him a little weak at the knees. The more the man spoke, the more Kyle couldn’t help but blush. He never stopped being amazed at how Hunter was just so sweet, he was a devilish fuckstud who could turn a nun into a raging slut with just a look but he was also the sweetest man alive as far as Kyle was concerned. “All yours and proudly so… I got the best, so I’ll do anything to keep to that” he whispered in a soft sensual tone, letting out the tiniest little whimpers at the kisses to his nose and cheek. His hands ever so slowly slipped up to Hunter��s face and gently cupped it with both hands, his thumbs brushing over that flawless jawline “Another round? After that spectacular display… well, how can I resist such a tempting offer” he whispered, gently moving to push Hunter against the cool tile wall “Only this time… you’re gonna wait for my ass a little longer, I need my treat”

With the most joyful smile he kissed his way down Hunter’s chest, going over those perfect muscles as he slipped down onto his knees before his godlike stud. He looked up as he moved down, kissing over Hunter’s impossibly perfect abs that never failed to excite him “I swear we need to get you into more crop tops… abs like this, you should always be showing them off” he moaned as he finally made it to his knees, the water from the shower soaking his hair and letting it cling to his skin. His hands moved down and wrapped around the base of Hunter’s massive cock, he happily slapped it against his cheeks before licking up the length just to taste it “Hmm, but this bad boy… this you only can show off to the boys on special occasions… this is my treat, my big thick hole-wrecking treat” he moaned before he was happily deep throating the godly cock with all he had in him.

Hunter chuckled, stretching his arms with shameless satisfaction, then let Kyle nudge him further into the stall. He let himself be pampered, head tilted back into the gentle drag of Kyle's fingers, surrendering to the lather and the massage, the way Kyle's thumbs pressed circles behind his ears and then down the nape of his neck. He closed his eyes and for a moment, the only thing that existed was the sound of the water running hot over both of them and the soothing rhythm of his boyfriend's hands. They’d been showering together for so long it felt weird whenever he had to shower without the other, and naturally he was usually the wilder and messier of the two and Kyle just seemed to be able to always get him cleaner than he could even get himself and the way he used his hands always released so much tension from his muscles- between that and their rampant sex life, it was no wonder that Hunter never worried about tense or sore muscles.

When the other started at his hair, his eyes fell naturally closed and his head easily tilted however Kyle wanted it to- if he were an animal he’d be purring. "Thank you, baby,” he said sincerely when the other praised him, his hands finding Kyle’s waist to softly hold onto. When his hair was rinsed, he knew from habit that it was his turn and he naturally took his turn and started on Kyle’s back- pressing little kisses to any mark or scratch he found on the other; something he’d always done. “Yeah?” Hunter grinned wickedly, eyes lighting up, “You know I’d love that,” he admitted, giving the other a playful nip at the soft spot between his neck and shoulder. “I’ll give ‘em a heads up for the championship playoffs- tell them to train for both in the field and the locker room,” he smirked.

“Yeah- for some reason they always think I’m lying or full of myself when I tell them stuff,” he mused, “I tell them I’ll get us the win, they don’t believe me. I tell them I fuck your brains out on the daily, they don’t believe me,” he shrugged, “Hopefully after watching me do both today they’ll start realizing that I’m cocky but I’m no bullshitter.” Hunter gave Kyle’s ass a soft smack, his usual signal for the other to turn around, leaning in when the other did, “You know what I like best about showers with you?" he asked, voice low and intimate, their noses almost brushing. He didn't wait for an answer. His hands went around Kyle's waist and drew him back into his chest; one hand running down Kyle's back. The touch started practical but quickly turned indulgent, massaging every vertebrae, cupping the curve of his ass, teasing the backs of his knees as he scooped the other up into his muscular arms. "It's that even after you’ve just taken a hall-of-fame pounding, you still look as sweet and precious as the day I met you,” The water beat down, pooling between them, and Hunter pressed his lips to the bridge of Kyle’s nose, to each water-beaded cheeck, then to his mouth. “Plus, I’m reminded that you’re mine … all mine,” he said, arching his soaked eyebrows and making a show of how happy he looked, “One more round, baby? Just the two of us?”

[davidkarofskyindie]

Trevor grunted in a low, lustful moan as he felt Ethan’s thrusts deep inside him. The way the man just slammed him without a care was absolutely incredible. The fact that they were doing this so openly, in front of someone who was so clearly loving what they were seeing, was one of the hottest things that Trevor has ever experienced. Considering how many insanely hot things he and Ethan had done together, it was saying a lot to consider this the hottest thing. He was truly overwhelmed, his body was shaking and sweating from the intense lustful actions and it only got even more intense when he felt Ethan’s hand on his cock and stroking his large aching length. 

He reached back to make sure he had a good hold on Ethan as the man slammed him, his tight ass just gripping and taking every single inch of that thick throbbing cock that opened him up so easily. He whimpered happily as the wicked words whispered in his ear, his eyes wide with intense lust just loving the way that his lover owned him so easily. “Oh fuck yes, fucking need it baby… need you to fucking ruin my needy little ass, I’m your slut… your proud little slut” he whimpered in a low lustful moan, rocking back happily to take as much of that powerful cock as he could physically handle. 

His eyes rolled back in his head, his head falling back against Ethan’s shoulder while his hands trailed sensually up and down his lover’s thigh while he kept enjoying the pounding “Oh god yes… oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum so fucking hard” he let his eyes trail down, catching the sight of the man watching them in rapt awe “Gonna fucking cum so hard… oh god baby, breed me. Fucking breed my tight little hole” he whimpered in a needy high pitched tone,his back just pressed right against Ethan’s chest and all his weight against the man he loved. 

His cock throbbed, hard as a rock and the tip pointed straight up, which made his thick length look bigger than ever. He let out a needy cry as his balls pulled tight against his body and a thick white strand of cum shot directly up, seemingly freezing for a second in mid-air before it landed right on Trevor’s firm pec. It was followed by another, and another, each one landing a little bit lower than the one before, until his thick cock just couldn’t shoot anymore and he was glistening from the loads sinking into his skin.He was gasping for it, kissing at Ethan’s lips and whispering “...your turn stud… show our little spectator how my hole deserves to be bred” 

Ethan needed nothing more than permission. He snapped his hips, drilling Trevor into the earth so hard the ground trembled, gritting his teeth as he pounded him with an abandon that turned everything else—the watcher, the air, the world at large—to nothing but a blur around the instant bolt of pleasure at the center of it all. “Yeah, you want to show him how it’s done? Want to show him how perfect you look when you get split open?” he growled, lowering his voice until it was molten and shaking with need.

He kept his promise, kept going until both of them were right on the verge, Ethan arched over Trevor, holding him tight, his own abs as taut as steel cables, sweat streaming down his jawline as he slammed home again and again. Trevor’s moans were ragged now, more animal than human, each one urging Ethan closer, ratcheting his own pleasure up until he could barely see straight. He wasn’t watching their silent spectator anymore; he was watching Trevor’s face, every small flicker of ecstasy and disbelief and gratitude—always gratitude, even in the throes of lust, that they could have this, together.

He let go of Trevor’s hand just to move down to his cock, pumping it hard as he fucked his boyfriend mercilessly- the way he could only do when he knew the other wanted it and the way he couldn’t stop himself from doing whenever his incredible partner let them delve into one of his kinks like this. Ethan could practically feel the heat radiating off Trevor’s cock; it was a weapon in its own right, proud and leaking. The sight never failed to get him, never failed to remind him how perfect the two of them were together. “Look at you,” Ethan panted, voice hoarse with awe and need, “Look at you, so fucking pretty—so fucking hungry for it, you greedy little slut—” He was losing language now, coming apart, his vocabulary stripped down to grunts and half-articulated groans. He slammed into Trevor with each brutal thrust, feeling his lover’s entire body tense and seize, the clamp of Trevor’s ass so tight around him that he could barely move, could barely even breathe.

[davidkarofskyindie]

Kurt smiled ever so contentedly as he just snuggled against Blake on the walk towards the limo. It was still something that Kurt was getting used to, a partner like Blake meant he got to do things like casually take a limo home from his show which was something normally reserved for big events but Blake made it feel normal. He climbed into the back seat with a big grin, waiting for Blake to get in and get the driver the instructions of where to take them. He loved how the man was so confident and able to take charge in situations like this, it made Kurt feel so cared for and safe that he could just relax. Of course, once the partition was up and he didn’t have to worry about anything else, he was back to kissing his beautifu,l hunky boyfriend with all the adoration he had in him. He didn’t even look out the window once, barely even pulled away for any air, he was just having the time of his life making out with the hunkiest man he had ever known. Considering how they had just been so passionately fucking mere minutes ago, there was a real innocence in the kiss that just made him feel so truly content. 

The more that the two of them made out, the more that his needy body ached for more of Blake. He could feel his hole just twitching with need, which wasn’t helpful since he still had his lover’s load deep inside him and he was trying not to leave a cumstain on the seat of the limo. It was just nice, playful even to have the chance to make out and whisper sweet little things back and forth that just made everything feel so sweet. He was just happily enthralled with the way that his partner held him and touched him, he couldn’t stop himself. Even when they parked he was just having a good time kissing the other man sensually as possible, his hands just trailing lovingly up and down Blake’s biceps as sensually as he could 

“God, must’ve been arm day today because these feel bigger than usual” he whispered happily, trailing his fingertips slowly along the impressive muscles. He never stopped being amazed by Blake’s body, the man worked out more than anyone Kurt had ever known and it was just insane to witness how he somehow just kept getting hotter. He was just having a good time snuggling and feeling his partner up when the car started again and he jolted a little in his seat, giggling when he hit the back of the seat “Hmm, and thank god I wasn’t riding you then cos that would’ve broken something I never want to see breaking” he joked, giggling like a goofball as he kept kissing against is partner’s neck and cheek while his arms wrapped around the hunk. 

When the limo finally stopped outside their apartment, Kurt climbed out while pointedly pressing his ass out into Blake’s face just to tease him. He went around to the front of the car and thanked the driver, grabbing the bag of food they’d ordered with a big grin before he was linking his elbows with Blake and heading up “So I’m thinking we eat, we shower… and then you throw me on the bed and defile me somewhere much comfier than my makeup table, does that sound OK?” he whispered softly, his head resting on his man’s shoulder on the ride up to their apartment, his thumb brushing against the back of Blake’s hand as gently as possible.

Blake liked the grip of Kurt’s arm tucked through his own, almost as much as he liked the way Kurt’s hips carried a tangible afterglow, small and cocky and still a little wobbly. The crowd had dispersed from the stage door— someone had even cleaned up the sidewalk confetti from earlier in the evening—and night in Hell’s Kitchen had settled into its usual state of hopeful, haunted quiet. Blake walked them onwards, the entire time resisting the urge to palm Kurt’s ass in public, though he let his hand linger at the small of Kurt’s back when they arrived at the crosswalk, Blake’s limo that he’d used earlier for Kurt’s arrival- wanting his handsome Broadway star to arrive like the celebrity he knew him to be- waited ready for them, and he opened the door for the other in his classic Italian-American gentleman fashion.

Once they were both in the back, the limo took off and Blake asked his driver to stop at Kat’z Deli to get their usual order before he thanked him and rolled up the partition between them with the tap of a sleek button. It was then that Blake smirked at Kurt, who always knew exactly what he was thinking and he leaned in and joined their lips together again. Kurt would know that the time they had in his changing room was magical and something they’d both remember and cherish- but Blake was only getting started. Blake was so deeply devoted and in love with the other that he practically hungered for him and never seemed to get enough. They rode the next quiet blocks with Kurt’s hand knotted in Blake’s, the bouquet sitting peacefully across from them on another seat while the city out the window gliding by in a blur of sodium lights and neon and the comforting, rain-bleared glow that always made New York look like an old Hollywood set. The world outside pressed in on the car, but inside, there was only the close hum of their shared satisfaction. Blake leaned into the upholstery, his fingers tracing angles of Kurt’s jaw as they kissed, absently, lovingly, like he was memorizing the topography of his man’s hand. He felt loose and raw in the best way, the high of the stage commingling with the animal afterglow, like he’d cracked open some secret second heart just to survive all this joy.

Blake wasn’t going to pounce on the other already- he could, but he wanted to work Kurt up. For now they were just intimately kissing, something Blake could do for hours with the other - sex uneeded, though always welcome. He just loved being connected to the other. In between kisses they made small talk, the kind that existed somewhere between pillow talk and a post-mortem; Blake filling in every little detail he’d noticed from the front row (Things like, “The guy next to me cried three times, you’re a menace, babe.”). The words tripped over themselves, tender and silly and a little wild, equal parts adrenaline and love. Blake's hands did small things like softly rub the lobe of Kurt's ears, or sink into the dip of his back or squeeze the back of his thighs- Blake was so lost in the moment he didn’t notice when the car had stopped at the Deli or when his driver had left them to get the order he knew well enough; he was completely wrapped up in the love of his life and considering himself the happiest, luckiest bastard alive right now.

[davidkarofskyindie]

David’s eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched involuntarily. The way that Jackson’s insanely perfect cock just pounded in and out of him was incredible and felt exactly like he’d imagined it would have to feel. The larger boy had imagined how it would feel being fucked so long but the real thing was better than anything he had ever imagined. He gripped firmly onto Jackson’s muscular body, the intense high of that thick cock pushing inside him was incredcible and the way that the man just moved inside him was everything David needed. He whimpered a little every time that his hole stretched to his limit, it was a sharp sting that made him have a momentary worry that was soon removed with another wave of pleasure. He returned the kiss with all he had, moaning happily into the other man’s mouth while feeling up that incredible body. 

David nodded a little, his face contorted to show the stunning amount of overwhelming pleasure that flooded him “Really like it… like it a lot” he whimpered out in the neediest high-pitched voice, a voice that had never come out of his throat before but he couldn’t control it. He was just lost to the feeling, to the fact that someone was this into him and wanted him so much. He let his hand move up to rest on the spot between Jackson’s shoulder blades as the man thrust inside him “All of you? Fuck it’s… it feels so good. It’s so big, there’s so much… fuck, it feels great” he whimpered, his cheeks dark red while he just enjoyed the tender praise. It was something truly intimate, truly special in ways that no one had ever made David feel before. 

A particularly pointed thrust had David squeezing the man atop him, holding him tight as his body shook all over while he turned his head a little to look right into those eyes “YOu’re absolutely amazing Jackson… so big… so strong… every inch of you… god never want to stop” he whimpered happily as he went in to kiss the man as sensually as he could, his own cock throbbing and rubbing between his lightly haired stomach and Jacob’s flawless abs, he’d never been so hard in his life and he was just in heaven with each thrust. He rocked his hips happily, his tight hole just taking every inch of the muscular stallion. “Fuck Jackson… god, I’m sorry I made you wait for this… but fuck, so worth it” he smiled “You’re worth waiting for… this was worth it, the best… you’re the fucking best” he was almost raspy with pleasure, just feeling pleasure rocking through his aching needy body.

Jackson grinned at the desperation, the neediness. He loved how quickly David was learning that his eager want was something to be proud of, not hidden. Even in these quiet, raw moments, Jackson’s cockiness flashed through, a dark eyes-gleaming, lips-curled-in-a-snarl heat. He slammed in harder, picked up the tempo, their bodies slapping together with such force that the whole locker room echoed with the sound. David’s eyes rolled back and then snapped forward, focused only on Jackson, only on the pleasure, and it was honestly addictive to be the center of someone’s universe like that, even for a few frantic minutes.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it, take it,” Jackson gasped, hands now wrapped around David’s calves, folding him further and using the leverage to get even deeper, to hit angles that made David arch and moan and shudder in his grip. He could see it, the surrender, every wall torn down by the sheer force of his cock and his will, and Jackson realized, even as he panted and fucked and let his sweat drip down onto David’s chest, that he was getting off on being seen, being felt—being needed by this guy in a way nobody at this school had ever really needed him.

Jacksonlet himself go. Fucked with a reckless, fevered rhythm, rutting so hard the bench shuddered against the floor with every piston-stroke. He leaned in to watch, greedy for every nuance—the way David’s jaw clenched with pleasure-pain, the way his own massive cock stretched and vanished and reappeared. He couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop running his palms over the trembling thighs, up the sweat-slippery chest, grabbing David’s big, handsome face for another kiss, mouths wet and desperate as they nipped and slotted together in a clumsy, all-consuming tangle.

If this was what it meant to want a man, to want David, Jackson would take every punch his so-called friends could throw.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you.” He laughed, a little breathlessly, goading, but there was a kind of wonder underneath—like he was proud, genuinely, that David was handling him so well, that they were doing this, that it wasn’t some fucked-up joke anymore. “You’re fucking perfect. You’re taking all of me, Davey, fuck.” The name came out softer this time, intimate, pressed against the shell of David’s ear as Jackson’s body curled over to blanket him, wanting to drown out the universe- only the two of them existed right now, only they mattered to each other.

[davidkarofskyindie]

Teo could have never expected that he’d get his dream so soon and so easily and that it’d feel so good. Bryce making love was one of the most incredible things that the eager bottom had felt, the way that the well-muscled hunk showed so much control and was so careful with his tight needy body was incredible. It was something so new for both of them, there was a tiny part of Teo that wondered how long Bryce could keep it up before he’d just resort to the back-breaking pounding he was used to but it never came. He could just feel Bryce and the way the man was so careful with him, like every thrust was carefully designed just to bring Teo pleasure.

He blushed at the sweet kisses to his face, his smaller body shaking with the love that filled his every pore “Maybe but,... what a way to go, right?” he whispered back with a playful smile, looking into Bryce’s eyes with an endless amount of pure adoration. He just felt relaxed, blissful, there was a serenity to every little motion of that massive cock inside him. He kissed Bryce tenderly on the lips whenever he could, his fingers trailing along Bryce’s back the entire time the man moved. He was so happy, so overwhelmed with pleasure that every thrust filled him with. It was so wildly different to their usual pounding, this felt like it could last forever without ever losing steam. He could just lay there, taking every inch and feeling up his godly partner to memorise that perfect body.

As Bryce’s hand moved to stroke his cock, the feeling of pleasure intensified in all the best ways. Every little touch, every motion of their bodies, was so heated and made Teo tremble with the rising heat. It was perfect, every little motion and touch just felt like it was what their bodies were meant to do. He let his hands slowly move up to the back of Bryce’s head and gently slipped into the man’s hair, just enjoying the sweet, pure intimacy between them. He barely had to move, a little tocking of the hips and a gentle movement of his foot against that strong thigh was electrifying. It was a testament to how well they knew each other’s bodies that the smallest little motions were enough to make Teo’s body shudder. He was in pure bliss when he heard the sentence he never thought he’d hear from Bryce, words he didn’t know that the man was physically capable of saying. Barely a second passed before he whispered back “I love you too”

Another happy tear slipped down Teo’s cheek, but he was kissing Bryce again before it fully formed at the edge of his eye. He let his legs just wrap tightly around those powerful hips, gripping onto the perfect stallion while taking the loving thrusts. He moaned wantonly into those lips, kissing with all the passion in the world. He kept trailing his tongue sensually over those lips, teasing and touching every inch of his partner that he could. He let out a particularly high-pitched whimper as he felt the thrusting hitting him just right, his body shaking all over. He nuzzled and kissed and felt up the muscular hunk as much as he could “Goddamn, don’t you… don’t ever stop… babe… please… oh god you… you’re amazing” he whimpered out as he lookedi nto those eyes “You’re perfect, sweet… a dream man, my dream man!” he cried, head falling back as he moaned loudly and wantonly as his body shook from the feelings that filled him from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.

Bryce shuddered, forcing himself to breathe slow and even through the riot of feeling in his chest. He stroked the side of Teo’s face with a clumsy sort of gentleness, letting his thumb clear the tear, and tried to steady the lurid heat in his own head. In some comical way, it made him nervous to be looked at with such trust. Nervous, but not in a way that said run—more in the way that a man at the edge of a cliff goes lightheaded and giddy. He wanted to be careful with Teo, to not break him open any more than he already had, but the way Teo clung to him, gasping their claim, left Bryce with no choice but to answer in kind.

He pressed his lips to Teo’s forehead and then to his cheek, following the glisten of the tear to the soft stretch of skin just above his jaw. “You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” Bryce whispered, the words more breath than sound. He fell into a rhythm: slow, rolling thrusts that let them move together, every motion making it clear that, for once, the fucking was incidental to all the other high-voltage stuff that lived between their bodies. With every push, he tried to memorize the way Teo arched and buried his face against Bryce’s chest, the wet sound of the kiss carrying every bit of what his mouth would never articulate. He wanted to say he’d stop at nothing to protect this.

He took his time, letting Teo’s muscles milk him, letting the heady wet pressure of the other man’s clasping heat draw him right up to the edge again, holding him there. Teo tasted of salt and strawberry and the vague metallic blood-tinge from where a hard kiss had left its mark. Bryce felt the way Teo’s hands trembled against his body, then settled, the flutter stilled in a moment of pure, open trust. He stroked Teo’s cock as if it was the most precious thing in the world, never breaking eye contact, even as his vision went hazy at the edges.

The entire act blurred into something that felt a little like prayer. Not desperate, not pleading—just two bodies finding the same frequency, holding it until every spasm and twitch said there was nothing more to give. Bryce continued to follow instinct- not truly knowing if this was what people called 'making love' as he ground his hips so slow each motion was a meditation, the heat building in the cradle of their bodies. Though he hardly spoke, this was the most intimate and vulnerable he'd ever been with anyone, and the most passionate and loving sex he'd ever performed and his eyes continued to sparkle as if they held stars every time he looked at the beautiful man beneath him. Before he could think or stop himself, the strong and silent bad boy said it, "I love you."

[davidkarofskyindie]

Luke whimpered contentedly as he felt Malik’s strong, powerful hands gripping firmly onto his ass, the masculine stallion’s touch was that perfect combination of loving and powerful. Luke knew that at any second that Malik had the grip and the strength to take over, to ruin his hole in a permanent way with just a few thrusts. The intense desire that just flowed between them was incredible, every single inch of Luke’s body yearned for Malik’s touch and every little motion while he rode up and down on that incredible cock had him moaning with pure bliss. “Hmm, turns out I gert prettier when I’m fucking happy” he panted in a low lustful tone, running his hands along Malik’s incredible biceps as he just kept moving. It felt right, like their bodies were made specifically to move like this together. His hole was made for that cock, his ass was made for those hands and his body was made to just press lovingly against the strong stallion while he bounced his ass happily.

He tilted his head just a little and let out a low lustful moan as hje felt the kisses along his neck and jaw, his arms slowly wrapped around as much of Malik’s muscular upper body as he could while enjoying the way the stallion worshipped him. He felt more wanted and desired than he had ever felt in his life, his small body was trembling and whimpering happily as he kept on bouncing. It was everything he had ever wanted and more, his whole body was buzzing with pleasure and his cock was just leaking precum all over Malik’s firm muscular abs. His hands slipped around that incredible body, over those shoulders and fondled the hairy pecs that teased him as much as he could. “Oh fuck, proud little wifey… proud wifey with a tight well fucked little cunt” he panted out, a high pitched gasp when his lover thrust up inside him “Fuck… fuck you are too good at that”

It felt absolutely incredible to just enjoy being intimate with Malik, it was the kind of sex that Luke had certainly dreamed about but never truly been able to enjoy. He moaned in a lot lusful voice, looking right into those eyes and grinning ear to ear as he kept riding away with more and more wanting needy moans coming out, enthralled by the feeling of power he had over his lover “I could say the same… never known anyone as sexy and hung as you, I guess we just got very lucky to find each other” he whispered, leaning in close to press his forehead against Malik’s “And you are going to have to get very used to how this feels Malik… cos you’re gonna feel it all the damn time” he whimpered, going in for a firm sensual kiss with his hands cupping the man’s cheeks as the two of them made out passionately while he kept bouncing on that thick length with evern more intensity.

He let out all his moans into Malik’s mouth, making out eagerly with the gorgeous god and trailing his fingers over his jaw and neck just wanting to tenderly feel up the muscular man. His body was shaking with every motion by this point, his chest heaved with every deep breath and his cock was pressed right between their abs where it just coated them in a clear sticky fluid. He could feel the previous load that was in him seeping out around the thick cock, his hole was stretched so far and he couldn’t get enough of that high intensity sensation. He pulled back from the kiss and nuzzled the man he adored “Hmm, god damn big stud… jesus you’re going to break my little ass in half with that cock” he panted out, grinning cheekily while looking into his lover’s eyes “You’re going to ruin me Malik… ruin me for all other men, ruin me so all I need is you…thankyou for that” he whispered, going in to kiss the man as lovingly as he could and feeling a joyful tear come down his cheek as his body shuddered and he just barely spurted a little bit of cum between them, unable to control how his body reacted anymore as he was just enjoying the intense high.

Malik didn't even try to hide his pride at Luke's easy use of the word "hubby," nor the way the smaller man handled his cock. He let the other do as he pleased and take some control, trusting the smaller male implicitly. He let himself be kissed, let his cock be worshipped as if there was nothing unusual about a kingpin ceding power to a guy straddling him naked and happy as the sunrise. And maybe it wasn't unusual—not in this bed, not in this moment, not when Luke made him feel both ten feet tall and deeply, disarmingly human.

"You’re already doing your wifely duties dangerously well," he groaned, fingers automatically bracketing the outside of Luke's thighs, stroking the muscle and the plush, deep curve of his hips as the lawyer slowly lowered himself. There was no resistance; the way Luke took him back in, down to the hilt, spoke of an ownership that went both ways. "God, you look so fucking pretty like this," Malik growled, his hands drifting over Luke's ass to pull him in even closer, as if they could fuse in this posture and never separate again. He watched Luke move, those delicate little twitches of pleasure across his face, the way his hands searched for Malik's body and found it with such confidence. “I’m insatiable for you,” Malik for you, his tone heavy with pleasure and eroticisms as his hands explored the other’s body slowly, lovingly, “I plan to fuck you as much as possible and in ways you never thought possible for as long as you’ll let me.”

Malik lowered his lips and kissed Luke's throat, right at the thrum of his pulse, then trailed open-mouthed up along jaw and cheek—and all the while, his hands explored, not as an owner but as a craftsman, admiring the body like it had become his religion. The longing for more was an ache, but so was the sweetness of holding this man so close. Malik, who commanded everything from back rooms to cabinet halls, let himself be vulnerable and needful right here. "Such a good little wifey," he teased, voice a rumble beneath Luke's ear. He wanted to drag the torment out a little, just enough to turn need into delirium, but Luke's want was so eager, so palpable, that he couldn't resist for long. He met the other's downward thrusts with an upward roll of his hips, reaching so deep inside that for a dizzy moment it seemed like they shared the same heartbeat.

The sex was different now—less about dominance, more about connection. Slow, then faster; easy, then wild. Malik let Luke ride him, let the lawyer's talented body and nimble hands set the pace, and watched the play of pleasure run wild across his face, allowing his own to mirror it- he wanted Luke to know how amazing he was making him feel, "Fuck, baby ... I've never felt anyone like you ..."

[davidkarofskyindie]

Shane looked down at the bulges in their Speedos and he had to admit he hadn’t done nearly as good a job of making his hide as he’d hoped. It was definitely not an easy package to hide away, the speedo was kind of straining against his impressive length and he bit his bottom lip “And here I thought they were into me because of my charming personality” Shane joked with a little smile, looking up to Tyler’s kind face and stepped up to gently cup his cheek “If it helps, I did bring a pair of board shorts because I guessed that I might be a little too big for these… I’m happy to put them on if it’d help keep you from being distracted by my not-so-little friend” he gently trailed his thumb over the man’s cheek as tenderly as he could, looking sweetly into his eyes.

Scenario: Tyler and your muse are on a vacation. This is his first time seeing your muse without clothes. Bonus points: your muse is an adult entertainer

"You're freaking huge." It was their first time undressing together. They had both brought swimsuits; the hotel bathrobes the only fabric that covered the tight speedos they had both donned. "Seriously." He felt his cheeks turn red, "Look how tiny..." He pointed from the subtle bulge of his speedos to the noticable lump in his lover's, "I look compared to you.

"I, ah, I guess that's why so many guys are obsessed with you..."

[davidkarofskyindie]

Stan was just thankful that they finally had done all the things expected of them as chaperones that day so now he could just enjoy time with Cam, they’d been making sneaky passes all year back at school and finally getting to touch each other felt exciting “Well, if I get too noisy I’m sure you can find something to shove down my throat to make me quiet” he retorted as he kept kissing Cam again and again while running his fingers down the man’s back. He moved with him to the bed and happily fell onto it with the hunky teacher, his hands going to the hemline of the man’s shirt and slowly pushing it up and off in one quick motion.

He pulled back to admire Cam’s body, licking his lips a little “Fuck, you are truly incredible” he panted as he moved to start kissing sensually over Cam’s chest, his legs spread wide so they were either side of Cam’s body, his groin pressed against the other man just wanting to enjoy the time they had where they could ignore the kids they were looking after and just enjoy each other.

Open to Tops Plot: We’re both chaperoning this school trip and are sharing a hotel room. Y/M can be a fellow teacher, a student’s parent/guardian, or Cam’s partner just volunteering and using this as an excuse to have a mini-not-quite vacation.

“We have to be quiet,” Cam reminded between kisses. They were finally locked into their hotel room for the night. Cam had done his teacherly duties already, making sure all the kids were settled and locked in to their rooms for the night. Now the rest of the night was theirs. But they did share a wall with faculty on one side and students on the other.

He pulled the other in to a new, deeper kiss, pressing flush against him. He tugged them back toward the bed, eager to focus on their time together now.

[davidkarofskyindie]

“…oh Cody, you are a fucking genius” Cody whispered to himself as he looked to his brother, seeing the muscular god looking blank as could be. It was almost exactly like he’d read, his hours of research online to see if he could make his own little sex slave seemed like they were going to pay off. He couldn’t think of a better target than his brother, technically step-brother, but their parents had married when they were both so young that the ‘step’ part was a formality. He’d always thought that Andrew was sexy as hell, the kind of man that anyone would dream about and now he was all for Cody to enjoy however he wanted but first Cody really had to make sure that the man would follow his basic direction “Hmm, well Andrew, you can start by bending over the table and showing me that hole of yours… hold your cheeks wide as you can for me, let me see that pucker” he said, his hand going down to fondle his own bulge just staring at those muscles and knowing he was going to put Andrew’s body to the test.

Andrew Mintz, college jock jerk, has been hypnotized into thinking he is a sentient sex slave robot by his roommate/rival/brother/dad/ bullying victim, OR y/m randomly found Andrew like this but takes advantage of it, anyway. In ‘the sunken place’, Andrew is witnessing everything happening to him, but is unable to react. This person can snap him in and out of the hypnosis with a trigger word.

“Hi. I’m Andrew: the living slave doll, at your service. What may I do for you?” His mind was blank to everything but a few instructions. 1) The other person was his owner. 2) He was to serve his owner’s every need. 3) Servitude was his only purpose no matter how degrading. Deep inside his mind, Andrew was screaming angrily. Trying to get control of his body, but it was pointless.

[davidkarofskyindie]

Myles looked up from his paperwork that he had been desperately trying to get done before the next meeting, knowing it was going to be a somewhat heavy meeting to deal with and wanted to be able to just go home afterwards so when Sean walked in he was a little annoyed at the intrusion, but this annoyance seemed to just seep away as the man spoke “Well… that’s definitely a good reason to disturb me” he said with a tiny little chuckle, looking over to the other man with a grin “Honestly, I’m glad… I mean, I was going to have to tell them we couldn’t fit them in this week anyway because we’re so booked out so hopefully that means they found a backup but… you’re right, that is good news” he said, getting up and stretching a little before slipping his coat off, a suit coat he only kept on because he wanted to be as presentable as possible before the meeting “In that case if you can go lock up the front, I’ll file what I’ve got here and… ya know, we haven’t had a proper work gathering in a while. Good team building so what do you say to joining me for dinner? I was gonna be making a homemade lasagna but there’s always so much extra. I figure that we could just hang out and have fun doing something other than helping people grieve. That sound OK?”

⸻ open to tops ( please read my rules before interacting )

Sean walks into his boss's office clutching an ipad to his chest and trying not to interrupt whatever the older man is doing. "Sir...?" he begins, "I know you said not to disturb you before your next meeting but..." a pause, it's awkward, he stares at the ipad screen now. "Well, it's about your next meeting." another pause, he's really not good at this quick and concise thing. his colleagues joke behind his back that he's been hired as eye candy, not because of his experience - of which he has none - while some say he's been hired because his father is part of the board of directors. "They, um... They've cancelled." he chuckles awkwardly, then looks back at his ipad then back at his boss, "But! But good news! I looked at your schedule and you didn't have anything else planned for the rest of the day, so you've basically got the afternoon off." and then he flashes that big stupid grin of his.

[davidkarofskyindie]

Buck chuckled a little awkwardly at the teasing, taking the hand that was offered to him and giving it a gentle little squeeze “Well, I guess worst case scenario I can always do CPR on you after my ass suffocates you… and you do make it sound pretty damn exciting” he was still nervous about actually going all the way. Still, Logan made it sound so tempting that he had to try it. After all, Logan had been pretty right about a lot of things since Buck had moved to the other man’s firehouse, from little things to the best place for them to have lunches while on shift to more intimate things how good it could feel just making out, feeling each other up and getting down to their underpants so he was probably right about how this could be good too. He carefully moved to kneel on the bed and pushed his underwear down and off, throwing it aside with a playful cheeky grin “Just… promise you’ll slap my ass or something if you need me to get off your face, instead of getting off on your face” he joked, moving so he was straddling over Logan. He licked his lips, looking about the room with nervous excitement before lowering himself down so his thick muscular behind pressed gently against Logan’s face.

open to: f/m/nb (21+ age gaps welcome in either direction but not required)

muse: logan hwang - 32 - personal trainer / firefighter - top/dom

plot: f*ce sitting, that's it.

possible connection(s): partner, partner's best-friend, partners sibling, best friend, anything you think would be fun

"i won't suffocate if you sit on my face- and if i do happen to- then just know i went out doing what i loved most." logan teased, offering them a playful wink as he held his hand out to them as an invitation. "no need to be shy baby, let me get a taste."

[davidkarofskyindie]

David had heard about these leash nights, he’d been to the club enough on normal nights and enjoyed it that when he heard about a night where he’d basically be able to have a boytoy on a leash just for his own enjoyment and it was something he knew he’d have to try. He headed into the club dressed about as ruggedly as he could, with his well worn work boots and tight jeans showing off his tree-trunk thighs and prominent bulge perfectly matched with a button up plaid shirt with the top buttons undone. He felt rugged, he felt powerful and excited for the night to come. After getting a drink at the bar, he looked over at the row of twinks just kneeling about and presented like prizes to be won. He let a few people go ahead of him, wanting to just gauge how things went, before handing over the charitable donation and being handed a dark blue leash. He had the code word well explained to him, handed over his empty drunk and went over to just walk along the row.

After walking past a few people he stopped at a particularly hunky muscle twink, the pink jockstrap and collar were almost too perfect on the man. He slipped down a little till he was crouching just in front of the young man and brought a single finger up to his chin, lifting it so he could look into those beautiful eyes that just could make anyone melt in seconds “Well hey there gorgeous” he said softly, holding up the end of the leash with the little clasp on it “You up for a dance with me? Help me put this little thing on you, we can have a good time”

The club was busy. It always was on event nights. This particular event was simple. The walls of the man dance floor were lined with twinks kneeling on cushions and dressed only in jock straps, anal plugs, and collars. Leashes were available at bars for a charitable donation. Leash a twink and they're yours for the night. To dance, to chat with, to take to lower level for beds, sex toys, and bdsm set ups. Nothing stronger than some spanking or moderate paddling allowed, but otherwise, anything goes unless the twink says red. And they almost never do.

Sky knelt along the right wall in a pink mesh jock strap that left nothing to the imagination and a matching collar. A pink jeweled plug was nestled between his ass cheeks as he waited, eyes cast downward.

open to dominant male fcs, twinks or jocks preferred