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Wow. I’m super neglectful. Time to do some spring cleaning and see if I can resurrect this thing.

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"Kiiitteeeen..."

"Daddddyyyy...."

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Ethan was still catching his breath as Chandler stood.  He wrapped his arms around the submissive for a moment, reveling in the closeness.  “Of course,” he said, worry crossing his features.  Chandler had no problem speaking to him about anything, but he hoped he hadn’t crossed a line, or that he was no longer happy with their arrangement.  Taking Chandler’s hand he sat, and pulled him into his lap. “What is it?”

...Baby One More Time || Ethan and Chandler

Chandler happily swallowed everything he was offered, thrilled that he was able to please the Dominant man.  He sat back once he was finished cleaning Ethan with his mouth, looking up at the other man from under his lashes.  “Thank you, Sir.”  He leaned back in so he could put Ethan’s cock away, nuzzling his thigh and standing, wrapping his arms around the gorgeous man’s middle and burying his face in Ethan’s shoulder, breathing deep.  “Can…can we sit, please, Sir?  I want to ask you something.”

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Tracy grinned and moved to straddle his lover, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips before beginning to work his way down that magnificent body.  He flicked his tongue over Holden’s nipples and down further to trace his fantastic abs. 

Morning After || Holden and Tracy

Holden let out a low groan at his lover’s words.  “Anything you want, Baby,” he replied, leaning down for another kiss before rolling them over, smiling up at Tracy.  Do your worst, Gorgeous.”

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Kyle gasped at the nips, smirking eagerly at Aidan’s words.  He scooted away and went on all fours, displaying his ass proudly. “Like this, Sir?” he asked, managing innocence though he was anything but. He wiggled his ass, deciding that a little cheekiness never hurt. No pun intended.

Favors || Aidan and Kyle

Aidan easily returned Kyle’s smile, still petting his little pup.  “You’ve always made helping you well worth my time, little one.  I’m so proud of you.”  The principal started trailing kisses over his student’s neck, nipping lightly at a spot he knew was particularly sensitive.  “Now, I think I made someone a promise…something along the lines of fucking them again before dinner?  Let me see that pretty little hole of yours, baby boy.”

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“Yours!” Chele cried out in response immediately, clinging to her Dom, and wanting nothing more than to be used for his pleasure. Over the years people had treated her as if she would break, assuming her small form meant weakness.  She knew B wouldn’t hurt her, but she also adored that he wouldn’t treat her like china.  

Dancing || Closed

“Good answers,” he praised gruffly, continuing to drive his hips forward, seemingly without regard for her comfort or pain tolerance (though he’d never truly hurt her intentionally).  “Mine,” he growled, making sure Michele felt the word resonating through her entire being.

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Evie sucked in a breath. “Indeed. But if you keep it up, darling, I’ll be finishing the game early.”  She bent her head and pressed her lips to Alys’ neck again before turning her attention to her friend, giving her seductive smile. “She’s nearly done with her performance.”

Reunion || Evie and Alys

Alys hummed, continuing her ministrations.  “Sounds like we’ve got a pretty good game plan, then,” she commented mildly, raising one hand to give the girl onstage a flirty little wave.

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Ethan was closer to the edge than he wanted Chandler to know. It was actually becoming difficult to hold back. “C’mon good boy. You can do it,” he praised.  He’d intended to sound a bit harsh, but it was hard not to say it with affection. Something he’d have to think about later.  He held out until he couldn’t any longer.  He came with a low, deep groan, filling Chandler’s throat. 

...Baby One More Time || Ethan and Chandler

The praise did, indeed, spur him on, but not nearly as much as a certain four-letter word did.  It probably didn’t mean anything to Ethan when he called him “love,” but Chandler was more than happy to let himself pretend it did, humming around the Dominant man’s throat and doing all the little things he knew Ethan liked to get him off, nearly desperate to taste his release.

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“I understand it too well, probably. You say that like it is a challenge. Since we’ve just met, I’ll go with trying to be interesting enough for a few hours instead of years. Of course, if you drink as much as you say, maybe you’ll forget me and I’ll get more than one shot to be interesting. What exactly is so laughable about Marcus?  Try being named Vaughn.”

Open Starter

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Vaughn licked his lips at the sight of his pet obeying so well, body on display for only him.  He grabbed lube and settled between Jim’s legs, slicking his fingers before teasing at Jim’s hole, the tip of his finger teasing lightly over the rim. “Tell me what you want, pet,” he smirked, voice still ragged with need as he slipped the tip of his finger inside.

Moan (From Vaughn, for any of your bbs!)

Four: My muse submits for yours

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Jim looked up at Vaughn from his place on his knees near his feet. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he waited for what would come next, excitement clear in his vivid blue gaze. 

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Well, if it makes you feel better, and I’m sure it won’t. No one was there. That is pretty much the definition of eloped. Honey, if he crosses me, which I assure you won’t happen, I think we both know I’m quite capable of defending myself. They have both stilettos and axes in Greece.  I’ll keep your vote in mind. Of course, I eat. Drew, when have you known me to not eat? Simple is good. I like simple.

I’m Back, Bitches!

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Vaughn loved Jim’s reactions to him.  He was breathing hard as their lips parted for air. “So good for me,” he muttered, voice low. “Bed. On you back, pet. Show me that pretty little hole.”  He barely had the presence of mind to give orders.

Moan (From Vaughn, for any of your bbs!)

Four: My muse submits for yours

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Jim looked up at Vaughn from his place on his knees near his feet. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he waited for what would come next, excitement clear in his vivid blue gaze. 

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Nico continued the pace, reveling in Nate’s reactions to him.  “Fucking hell,” he muttered, mostly to himself, as he chased his release, heat building steadily in his stomach. One hand slipped from Nate’s hip to reach around and grasp his cock, stroking with absolutely no finesse, but in time to his thrusts.

Closed

Nate bit his lip and grunted quietly at the rough grip on his hips, though he soon forgot about it as he felt Nicolas push all of the way into him. A low moan ripped through his chest and he leaned his head against the wall, gasping as he started fucking roughly into him.

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Vaughn groaned at her plea, unable to resist the desperation in her eyes. He wasted no time, pulling back his hips and beginning to thrust at a near brutal pace.  “Fucking hell, so good, baby,” he groaned, teeth nipping at her lips. 

Moan (from Vaughn, to any of your bbs!)

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Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night

Joan squirmed slightly to try and keep any pins and needles sensation happening, eyes flickering the the clock. Vaughn should be home any minute, and she sincerely hoped he’d like his surprise.

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Tracy’s eyes widened at the action, enjoying that more than he’d thought.  Something to explore later.  Right now, he had other things in mind. He squeezed the hands that were holding his.  “Want to ride you,” he said, managing his most innocent look.

Morning After || Holden and Tracy

Holden laced his finger’s with Tracy’s, effectively pinning his boyfriend’s hands above their heads.  “Tease,” he complained playfully, leaning in for a quick kiss, “what would you like to do, Beautiful?”

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Jen nodded, and smiled at Grey.  “I haven’t had anything here that wasn’t good. Can’t ever go wrong with a good diner.”  He didn’t bother looking at a menu, he already knew what he wanted. The waitress came and took their orders.  Jen leaned back against the vinyl seat and stretched his arm across the back. “I actually love to cook, but it’s nice to have someone else do it once in awhile.”

“Oh…okay…” At the question, he shrugged. “A few times. After late classes. It’s the only place near campus that’s open late.” In reality, he was there a few times a week, studying late at night. He didn’t know what it was like to be a broke college student, so he ate out often. “They have good cheese fries here…and french toast too.”