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[indiealphas]

“As if your sweet ass had any choice to leave,” Malik smirked, chuckling when the other echoed the sentiment and then cutting him off with a few more heated kisses, “Well then, I guess it’s my duty to make sure you and this ass of yours never go unsatisfied ever again,” he grinned, keeping his tone teasing and light hearted. The truth was he had been deeply infatuated with the other for months, just as much as the other had been with him and it was music to his ears hearing that Luke didn’t want anyone but him ever after this. He’d ruined the lawyer’s cunt for all other men and laid claim to his body and his heart.

“I’m always gonna be rock hard with you around,” he admitted, his voice deep and burly. He let out a laugh, "Baby, with pussy this good, you can have any-fuckin'-thing you like," Malik smirked, stealing another kiss before easing out of the other olwith a groan, “Fuck- pullin’ outta you feels like a crime,” he teased before straightening up, his massive muscular build on full display and catching Luke admiring him so he couldn’t help but flex a little and show off, even giving his insanely massive cock a few languid strokes, “Try not to miss me too much,” he quipped before finally padding to the kitchen. The Turkish-American crime lord grabbed a couple bottles of water as well as some berries from the refrigerator before returning back to the room.

“i think we’re gonna need to finally hire you some assistants,” he announced on his return, setting everything down on the bedside table and opening Luke’s bottle for him before handing it gently over, “I don’t want my girl spending all their time working,” he hummed, “But, at the same time, you’re the fuckin’ best in your field and I don’t want anyone else running my legal shit so-“ he shrugged, grabbing his own bottle now, cracking it open and chugging half of it down, “- you can hire two people who meet your standards and you can make them do what you usually do, just oversee them,” he slipped back into the bed, now pulling Luke to cuddle up to him, resting on him while he took a last sip of water before starting to pick up some berries and feed them to the smaller male.

“I just want you to mainly focus on bein’ beautiful,” he smiled with a little chuckle, "Happy wife, happy life, right?" he teased, “Think I should take you out shopping tomorrow and buy some more pretty and tight things to wrap that sweet ass of yours in,” he mused salaciously, eating the next berry he picked up before once again feeding the one after that to Luke. He let some silence fall between them as they just basked in their shared glow, taking turns sipping water and snacking. “I really care about you, you know that right?” he said softly, breaking the comfortable silence, “I meant what I said when I said I’m claiming you as mine,” he said, his voice soft but deep and resonating from his broad chest, “All of you is as important to me as that fine ass,” he smiled, pulling the other up into his arms so he could kiss him slowly and tenderly for a while. When he finally broke the kiss he smirked devilishly at the other, “Speaking of … you ready for round two, baby?”

Luke was riding high like never before, his body shook all over with the intensity of his own orgasm, and he thought the feeling couldn’t get better, and then he felt it, Malik’s orgasm. The feeling of Malik’s massive cock pulsing inside him was intense and then the warmth that came being bred by that big thick cock had Luke’s eyes rolling up in his head. He sucked on his bottom lip, moaning happily as he just took every drop from the powerful stallion that bred his little slutty hole. His hands gripped onto the man just feeling that most intimate of feelings, the load that just filled him up in ways no one else had ever come close. He could just feel his hole gripping around that powerful cock to try and keep it in him for as long as he could, not wanting to spill a single drop.

When Malik slumped atop him, a tiny little ‘oof’ sound came out from Luke. The size comparison was overwhelming, Malik’s muscular godlike body in sharp visceral contrast to Luke’s smaller firm form was never clearer than it was right now. He wrapped his arms around Malik almost lazily, a cheeky giggle coming out, enjoying the kisses to his neck that felt somehow more intimate than the breeding of his hole had “Because we’re very dumb… we have to be to have not been doing that for ages” he whispered back, nuzzling against Malik with soft playful motions before he was kissing him as lovingly as he ever had kissed anyone. His fingers spread to just brush over the man’s ribs, sliding up and down his muscular firm sides as softly as was possible. “Well nice to be on top of a list that isn’t ‘the DA’s biggest annoyance, much prefer this list” he joked, looking right into Malik’s eyes “For the record, I’ve had my fair share of men acting like they’d claimed my ass… but none did until you, I’ve never felt anything even close to that” His hand slowly went up to move one or two hairs out of Malik’s eyes, looking in them with a sweet little smile “And when I say didn’t come close I don’t just mean the size which… goddamn, now I’m even more curious how you got that into your suits. I mean I’ve never known anyone who was more focussed on their partner than themselves, you got a lot and know how to use it… that’s just special”

Luke ever so gently leaned up to kiss the man again, sweetly and tenderly as he could. It was borderline innocent, they weren’t a crime boss and his lawyer in that moment and he needed that. He pulled back after minutes of making out, his lips tingling a little from how much he kept them against Malik’s mouth “You know now you’ve had my ass, you’re never getting rid of me… right?” he whispered tenderly “I mean we both knew you had to keep me around cos I know where all the bodies are buried but now… I don’t think I’d ever be satisfied with anyone other than you buried deep inside me” he leaned back to rest against the pillows fully, just feeling his body slowly coming down from the high “Plus considering you still feel pretty rock hard right now, guessing that feeling is pretty mutual” he was absolutely beaming just looking up to Malik, his hand running down over that firm chest just enjoying the incredible muscles “Though just gonna warn you now, if you want another go at my hole tonight you’re gonna have to get me a water or something… turns out being absolutely railed by a god-like muscle daddy can really dehydrate you” 

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“You say my name sometimes,” he explained softly, and admittedly, a little shyly, “I wake up thinking you’re asking me something or calling me but you’re fast asleep,” he trailed off. Bruce listened to the other not only accept him but reciprocate his feelings and the notorious bad boy didn’t think he’d ever felt so full and so euphoric in all of his life- to the point where it finally cracked through the stoic shield of his expressions and a wide smile painted across his lips, one that reached up to his normal cold and calculating eyes, crinkling at the corners and warming his gaze. When people in his past said they “worried about him” it felt like an admonishment, an accusation and a punishment but the way Teo described it made it sound so sincere and caring and he couldn’t help the small ‘sorry’ that felt from his lips as he gave the other a small kiss to punctuate the sentiment. He didn’t want Teo to worry, he wanted to make the other happy and be made happy in return. He wanted all the things the other spoke about, nodding and still smiling as he listed and expressed them.

“Mine,” he said softly, clearly liking that title the most out of all of them. His smile faltered for a moment, the look on his face turning to one of a sweet puppy dog as he listened intently to what Teo’s condition was, his mouth going a little dry and his breath hitching. When the boy beneath him described what he wanted, Bryce blinked. He’d never done that before, he didn’t know if he even knew how to make love. But one thing he did know was that for Teo, he wanted to try. He listened to how the other described it, how he wanted to feel and without hesitation, once the other finished speaking he claimed his lips in a passionate kiss that signalled he clearly wasn’t about to waste a single moment more to think about such a thing. If his Teo wanted to make love; then they would make love.

Still being inside the other this entire time helped some as his cock now stirred back to full mast, swelling back up slowly but surely to it’s massive size though it did so easily and in a way that made it seem like even on a biological level, his body knew that everything from this point forward wasn’t just about fucking and cumming- it was about connection, sensuality and intimacy. He didn’t dare stop kissing the other- as a matter of fact, he couldn’t. He kissed the other in the ways he wished he could speak to him; he expressed his desire and his need for the raven-haired beauty in the way his tongue now massaged and encouraged the other’s rather than simply dominating the space. His hands roamed slowly, exploratively- as if re-learning each inch of the body he and his bed knew more than well.

Finally, after doing nothing but intimately kissing and holding the other for who knew how long, the broad beast and beauty of a man began to stir his hips, ever so gently working up a languid rhythm unlike any he’d done before. He gazed at Teo’s face now, studying his reactions as his cock plunged in and out of the other in a way that sought to elicit as much pleasure for as long as it could with each single stroke, angling and aiming for the bottom’s pleasure center while his hand reached between them and stroked the other’s cock in perfect tandem with the speed, not letting a single inch of Teo’s body or pleasure go neglected or forgotten for a single moment, “Mine.”

Teo was a little taken aback when Bryce mentioned that he actually wanted him there. He loved seeing the secret sweet side, the little twinkle in Bryce’s eyes that showed him some kind of sweetness that was always enough but this was somehow even more open and intimate than he’d ever seen Bryce before. He was actually a little taken aback, just staring and listening to the other man as he spoke about wanting Teo there. He had been so used to Bryce seemingly just wanting him there for his hole, for how eagerly he’d fuck the man in any situation or position or location just to help him relax but this was a kind of emotional connection that he never expected to come out of Bryce. He was just a little stunned, returning the little cheek nuzzling with the other man and holding him tenderly as he could just taking in this much sweeter side that was so much more affectionate than he was used to. He liked it though, he liked how it felt to make out with Bryce, to snuggle him, to have a tender moment with the stallion beside him.

Teo moved happily with Bryce’s motions, his legs easily linked with the tree trunk’s that Bryce walked about on, he curled his body to perfectly form fit against the large muscular body of his lover and his hands rested on top of Bryce’s hands when the man hugged him close. He let out the tiniest little whimper at the kiss against his neck. It was the kind of sweet intimacy he never expected from Bryce, he knew their arrangement and he had been fine going along with it so actually heading the man speak so sweetly had his heart melting. He turned his head just a little, looking at Bryce as the man buried his face in Teo’s shoulder “...I talk in my sleep?” he whispered in shock, that was not something anyone had ever told him before… granted that was probably because he’d never actually spent the night with someone often enough for them to get the chance to catch onto his sleeping patterns. 

His fingers slowly curled so they could link with Bryce’s, thinking for a moment just enjoying the sweetness of the moment “I can’t pretend that the idea of being your slut and your slut only isn’t insanely tempting, no one else makes me feel like you doin bed and it’d be kind of stupid to turn down the hottest man I’ve ever known. Plus… well, I worry about you so often when you don’t call me for a week, worry that something might’ve happened to you that I can’t help with. I want to be there for you, to make you feel better after a shit day… to make you smile with something other than my spectacular blowjob skills, to be there for you when you need someone and not just when you want to have a familiar eager slut to fuck the pain away”.

He gently squeezed Bryce’s hand and pressed a tiny little kiss against the man’s cheek, nuzzling him as tenderly as possible. It was not the hardest decision on the planet, truth be told he’d pretty much been hoping for this exact situation for weeks but it was really happening and he wanted to make sure it was real “I’d love to be yours… your slut, your boytoy, whatever term you want to use as long as I’m yours and you’re mine then I’m in. I just have one condition” he whispered, taking a deep breath and turning around till he was fully facing Bryce and bringing his hand up to gently cup the man’s cheek, kissing him right on the lips.

“I want to know what it’s like when you make love to me… not fuck, not ram through the mattress, not destroy me till I pass out from how hard you’ve ruined my hole, though I do enjoy every single one of those” he joked, his cheeks turning red as his truly intimate request just fell out of his mouth. “I’ve taken you so many times with you just going for it so hard that a lesser slut would tap out… I want this sweet charmer I’m seeing in front of me to show me love” he whispered, his forehead pressing against the man, feeling the warm breath on his face “You don’t have to do it tonight, I want you to think about it for me Bryce… but just once, I want a man to make love to me and treat me like something a little more intimate than a hole. If you can do that for me, I’ll be yours as long as you’ll have me,” he whispered, sealing his offer with the most tender sweet kiss that he and Bryce had ever shared.

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Bryce nodded when the other agreed to stay, the news elated him, feeling like a warm ray of sunshine dancing through leaves and gently warming you while you napped beneath a tree. But, despite how happy he was in that moment, like always, it didn’t show on his face- however it did show in his eyes, which seemed to sparkle exactly like shadows and light casting through thigh groves of leaves. Teo would probably see it- he was the only person who ever saw past the bad boy’s exterior, the only one who knew how to reach past all his walls and touch his very heart. Everyone else gave up on him, or fought him, or hated him- but Teo took Bryce’s complications in his stride and seemed to truly enjoy being with him, and so, likewise, Bryce couldn’t help that Teo had slowly come to mean so much to him, even if he didn’t know how to ever convey that through words.

He leaned into the other, keeping him close and leaning into anything he did- if Teo wanted to play with his hair, he tilted his head toward his palm, if the other wanted kisses, he gave them gladly and if he wanted answers, he spoke them. “No,” he said softly, “I mean- today was bullshit-” he shook his head, “-but, what I mean is … I just … want you here because I … want you … here,” he blinked at the other, not knowing how to explain how or why he’d come to that feeling. He nodded when the other suggested having fun and relaxing together, then shook his head quickly when the other asked if he would be out getting up to trouble as per usual, he nuzzled his nose preciously against the other’s cheek, looking at him through long lashes and doe eyes before carefully kissing him, then, almost waiting for permission before kissing him more deeply again. A complete change from the man who, minutes earlier, had nearly fucked Teo with such a roughness the other might’ve ended up in the hospital.

Bryce spooned Teo close, arms banded strong around the smaller man’s torso, holding him like the last scrap of a good dream. He let their legs tangle and let himself breathe in the afterglow, letting his heartbeat slow to something less frantic, letting his eyes close as if he could just nuzzle into the line where Teo’s neck met shoulder and blot out the rest of existence. He did this because he wanted it, not because he needed to mark territory, and it made the urge to say something—say anything—rise in his chest like a bad cough. He swallowed it down, but the roughness was there, riding on the edge of his voice. “I want stupid shit like…” he trailed off, his own words making his tongue heavy, “Waking up to you. Not even in just a sexy way, but like- just because your morning hair is funny and you talk in your sleep. A-and I want you to make those recipes you show me on your phone all the time. And I want us to be able to watch shit together. And yeah, of course I also wanna fuck you every chance I get.” The admission was raw and unfiltered and, as soon as it was out, he shifted to bury his face in the curve of Teo’s shoulder, “Want you ... to be my slut ... and my slut only.”

Teo giggled a little, feeling Bryce dipping his fingers into the puddle that had been formed on Teo’s stomach, his teasing tender touch tickling in just the right way. He let his hand move to just run over Bryce’s arm, coming down from his overwhelming high, before the gorgeous man ordered him to open up and he did with ease. His lips barely slipping open, his tongue barely slipping out to make the kiss as intense and tender as possible. He could taste the cum and it was certainly a good intense taste but he was mostly focussed on Bryce and how the man just made him feel so truly special with the sweetness of his kiss. After an upsettingly long time he pulled back just enough that he could feel Bryce’s breath brushing over his face as the man spoke, a simple request that Teo didn’t really think he’d hear. Staying for a single night, sure, but multiple felt like something new. He let his hand slowly slip up Bryce’s side and resting on his cheek, brushing it over the glistening skin and looking right into Bryce’s eyes “I’ve got nothing planned, I’d love to stay” he whispered back with a kind smile, moving a little so he could press his forehead against Bryce’s.

For a moment, he just kept stealing tiny little kisses, just embracing the soothing afterglow with the masculine god who had completely destroyed him. He gently moved his hand up to run over Bryce’s hair, running through the short locks and absentmindedly playing with them as he kept stealing little intimate kisses. After a while he ever so slowly pulled back and just went back to looking right into Bryce’s eyes “So, my Teddy Bear wants me here for a few days so that tells me today was extra bullshit” he whispered, innocently pushing some of Bryce’s hair behind the man’s hair “Does that mean I get to keep you all to myself for those few days? Just you, me, having a fun relaxing time all about this house… or will I be spending some of the time here worrying that my hole’s favourite filling might be out doing something silly and getting himself hurt? Just so I’m prepared for my day, am I having a fun slutty day or a nervous worrying morning before a slutty night?”

[indiealphas]

Malik felt Luke's orgasm vibrate through the smaller man's entire body. The way Luke's hole seized hungrily around his cock was its own silent language: the law of absolute surrender, etched in muscle and instinct. Malik's animal pride roared as Luke's cum painted their stomachs, slick and hot between their hard-wrenched bodies. He slowed minutely—just enough to savor the trembling, the clutching, the helpless gasps like a metronome of victory. He fucked Luke through it, hips rolling with relentless precision, every long, grinding stroke calculated to wring every last shudder and whimper.

"That's it. Good boy," Malik murmured, his voice half a purr, half an order. "Come for Daddy. More. I know that’s the first time a real man has made you cum. I wanna fucking feel it."

He ground his cock all the way inside and held it, squeezing Luke's wrists even tighter. The sight of the sub's face contorting in blinding, grateful delirium sent a fresh surge of arousal through Malik's groin. He savored the power of it—the way he could reduce this man to such raw, unfiltered pleasure. Malik had no intention of stopping though. He pressed deeper, drinking in Luke's desperation like fine whiskey, letting it fuel the fire building at the base of his spine. His grip tightened on Luke's wrists, pinning him firmly as he continued his relentless rhythm, claiming every inch of the man he’d been desiring. Malik loved Luke's never-ending stream of words and moans and the sound of even his screams, gasps and whimpers fueled him on. He wasn't as vocal as the lawyer but he liked that, and certainly the way he made sure to punctuate every one of Luke's sounds with his cock made it clear how much the strong and silent killer liked it.

Malik’s eyes snapped wide as he felt the clutch of Luke’s body drag him to the edge of reason. He thrust forward, burying himself to the root, and the world dissolved into white. He bared his teeth, let go a ragged moan—pure animal, uncaged, heard only by Luke and the thick velvet walls—and pumped his whole load into the lawyer’s trembling, desperate hole. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Each spasm from Luke’s body coaxed another pulse from Malik’s cock, another deep, thick spill that left them fused together, shaking, breathless. Malik almost laughed from the depth of his own relief. He hadn’t realized how long he’d been holding back, not just tonight but for months, maybe years, every instinct for control and polish obliterated in a single, glorious release.

He slumped forward, not so much collapsing as surrendering his whole weight to the man beneath him—flattening Luke into the mattress, chest to chest, sweat and cum slicked between their bodies. He finally let go of the smaller male's wrists, now burying his face in the crook of Luke’s neck, inhaling the lawyer’s scent, the sharp tang of sex and terrified joy still trembling in Luke’s pulse. Malik’s hands circled Luke’s smaller frame with surprising gentleness, before letting out a deep, powerful sigh that seemed to relax a part of him that hadn’t known peace in what felt like decades. "Remind me again why it took us so long to do this?" he smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of Luke's jaw, slowly finding his strength again after such a prolific orgasm, lifting up and kissing the other with a newfound gentleness and care, their tongues massaging and meeting one another as equals. He made no move to pull out of the other and his monstrously sized cock throbbed in a way that showed it had no intention of softening as he purred against the other's lips, "I've done a lot of crazy, amazing shit in my life- but, claiming your fine ass just took the top of the list, baby boy."

“I’m yours! My tight little pussy belongs to you Malik!” Luke cried out as loudly and desperately as possible, just feeling the strong hands gripping hard onto his hips as that powerful cock just destroyed him. It was almost overwhelming, the intense pounding of the biggest cock that Luke had ever known was making every single inch of his body tremble with pleasure. He gripped onto the muscular stallion, just staring into those eyes “You’re my daddy, my big strong daddy who fucking owns this hole and only you get to be inside it… and I’m the only one you’ll ever be in again” he whimpered happily, the biggest grin plastered on his face “That big cock of yours fucking owns this hole… and this tight pretty little pussy was made to please that big fat cock of yours”.

With every hard deep thrust inside him, Luke let out the neediest sluttiest moan possible. He felt absolutely no need to hold back, he wasn’t worried about people hearing them or how the man on top of him might react because he felt completely free to just cry out like a slut as he was completely used. His body was so firm and sweaty that he was almost shining, his muscles were about as perfectly on display as possible, while he just took every thrust. His small body just felt like it was there almost entirely for Malik’s pleasure; the obscenely masculine stallion just knew how to bring pleasure to Luke in a way no one else ever had come close to. It was so intense that it was like his first time all over again, and not just because Malik was bigger than anyone that Luke had ever been with. Malik was hitting spots inside Luke that the lawyer didn’t even know he had, he was making Luke feel things he didn’t know he could feel and pulling noises out of the needy bottom that he’d never made before.

When Malik pushed his arms above his head, Luke didn’t resist. He smiled even brighter and just looked into the other man’s eyes, his own firm biceps framing his face “Hmm, scared of my claws leaving marks on that manly body of yours?” he teased, his voice practically vibrating from Malik’s thrusting. It was so intense, his body was just out of his control and he couldn’t stop smiling taking every single thrust. He panted out, whimpering as he kept gripping his ass around that thick cock while he was owned “Oh fuck… Daddy… so big… strong… so good to me… so good to your boy” he whimpered out, his voice breathy and exhausted as he took the hard fucking, feeling his entire body ache in the best possible way. 

Luke was truly shaking like a live wire with every intense hard thrust, his body was shaking and twisting in bliss as he felt a hard pull deep inside him, a feeling he knew well but never to this extreme. “Malik… Daddy… Sir… DADDY! YES DADDY YES!” He screamed in a high pitched voice that was as strained as could be while his small firm body arched hard, his abs brushing against the much more imposing abs of his lover as he finally came harder than he had ever before. His cock throbbed, shooting wave after wave of white hot spunk over their needy bodies. He could feel his load hitting his abs, pooling in his navel, sticking their bodies together as he forced himself up to kiss the bigger man with the kind of intense passion that had been buried so deep for so long “Breed me Daddy… please… breed me”

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Wyatt drifted through work as if walking three inches above the ground, a giddy, uncharacteristic buoyancy leaving his coworkers bemused. The cause was no mystery to anyone paying attention. Even his war-gaming Discord group caught on quickly after the third time Wyatt, who was usually the king of dry wit and sarcasm, responded to a rules-lawyering meme with a heart emoji. The source: an upcoming second date with Shane - one of the most handsome men he'd ever seen, having met by chance and having somehow scored a first date with. His calendar app had been summoned and dismissed at least a dozen times before lunch, as if he could will the hours to hurry up by sheer force of will. In between software builds, he found himself replaying the first date in an endless loop—Shane's dimpled smile, the way he'd rested his hand on Shane’s thigh under the rickety table, the gentle laughs and the conversation that flowed so naturally, time itself seemed to speed past them while they both moved at their own unique pace in a bubble with one another. And of course … then there was what had happened after their first date.

The crowning jewel of the night had been when that same beautiful man had come home with him and the two had romped like animals until dawn - a fact that should be enough to assure him that they were compatible and also one of the many things that excited him about seeing the other again. It had been sex like he’d never had before, the other having let him truly let loose and go wild. He was used to never even getting that far with guys- most seeing his height or his nerdy glasses and immediately turned off. But Shane seemed into every part - every inch - of him, even when he was sure he’d let his dominant side out a little too much, the other had done nothing but encourage and praise it. He had to admit he got a little hard every time he thought back to that night and hoped the other did too. Most times, Wyatt's usual instinct would have been to spiral- overthink, second-guess, construct elaborate narratives of how he'd already fucked it up. Instead, the anticipation felt like the slow, exhilarating climb of a roller coaster.

By the time he arrived home, the urge to channel his excitement into action was overwhelming. He took the shortest shower of his life, then stood in front of his open closet for a full ten minutes, weighing the merits of various sweaters and button-downs as if choosing a skin for a video game avatar. He even, in a fit of self-doubt, googled "outfits for casual second dates" and landed on an impenetrable Reddit thread that only convinced him he would look like a serial killer no matter what he picked. Still, he pressed on, trying on outfit after outfit, discarding each in a growing pile on his bed. Eventually he settled on an American classic; a tight white shirt, blue jeans and lace-up boots paired with his favorite leather jacket.

“Hello handsome!” he cooed at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his mid-length curls before letting out a nervous laugh, "God. Pull it together, Wyatt.”

He was pretty sure Shane would like him in person again. The trick was, Wyatt thought, not getting in his own way. He grabbed his keys, fingers drumming on his thigh the whole ride, and arrived at their meeting spot five minutes early. He stood under the awning, rocking on his heels, heart pinballing around his chest. He texted Shane: "Here!" and watched the typing bubble appear almost immediately. Wyatt grinned at the screen, feeling a flush creep up his ears. This was happening. He was ready.

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…Holy fuck. Jackson thought, almost dizzy from how much he needed it, how much he needed David. A guy who just a month ago he’d have maybe thrown a football at, or ignored altogether, now had his entire existence down to a pinpoint: that open, perfect, wanting ass.

He walked over to the bench with a confidence that felt almost like stepping out onto the fifty-yard line under the Friday night lights, everyone watching. Except it was just him and David in here. Just breathing, and skin, and the staccato tick of the clock above the door. He lined himself up, brushed the head of his cock against David’s hole, and waited, just a second, “I got you, Davey,” he murmured, more tender than he’d ever sounded. He spit in his hand and stroked up and down his cock a few times, then, on a whim, leaned forward, pinned David’s legs back just a little farther, and spit directly onto the waiting hole, “You tell me if it hurts, okay?” his voice soft with instruction and genuine care, clouded in obvious lust.

Jackson lined himself up meticulously, savoring the way the tip of his cock pressed against David’s hole—how it almost resisted, then trembled, then yielded to the slow, insistent pressure. There was a second of impossibly tight resistance, a ring squeezing the head so good it almost stopped him right there, but he wanted all of it, and he wanted David to remember every millimeter. With an unhurried, almost reverent thrust, Jackson began to sink himself inside, breath hissing through his teeth as that beautiful body enveloped him. It was so hot and so tight it was like nothing he’d ever felt, not with anyone, and his mind nearly short-circuited from the howling pleasure of it.

He kept pushing, inch by inch, holding onto the backs of David’s thighs to keep the angle perfect. When he was finally balls deep after what felt like an eternity with his massive length, every last inch buried inside, their pelvises flush, Jackson had to pause, head dropped, arms shaking from how hard he wanted to lose control. He tried to blink away the animal haze but couldn’t; the only thing grounding him was the intensity of David’s gaze. Jackson leaned forward, folding David, who was almost as tall and beefy as he was, almost effortlessly, so their chests almost touched, trapping his legs up by his own shoulders. He crushed their mouths together, hungry and desperate, tongue invading with the same rough confidence as his cock inside David. He could taste the lingering salt of himself on David’s tongue, a loop of possession and want that made every nerve in his body spark. He pulled back just a fraction, lips still brushing, and for the first time in his entire high school career, the words he said weren’t calculated—they just tumbled out, raw and honest.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he whispered, voice ragged, eyes searching. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He started to move, slow at first, rolling his hips to drive his cock deeper, pulling nearly all the way out just to slam back inside and make David gasp, then moan, then beg. Each thrust was crisp, deliberate, designed to wring out pleasure and imprint this moment on both of them. The sounds they made echoed off the walls: the dull slap of skin, the scrape of the bench. Jackson couldn’t believe the way his cock looked sliding in and out, the way David’s body welcomed it, wanted it. He grabbed David’s hand and laced their fingers together, pinning them down above David’s head, so there would be no doubt who was in control, who was giving and who was taking.

David had never wanted to get his clothing off so quickly, he pulled it all off so fast he was worried he’d actually rip something. He had never felt confident in his body, being naked was not something he did often if he didn’t have to do but Jackson made him feel incredible while he was pulling his clothing off. He was actually beaming as he was spun around and his ass groped by the monster hunk that had him completely under his spell. He was actually gasping for air, barely able to contain himself as he just took it all in and felt Jackson’s large powerful cock pressed just right between his needy firm ass cheeks, teasing his hole with the promise of losing his virginity. He was almost vibrating with the raw intense excitement of the moment, the knowledge that this stud was going to break through and show him what he’d been missing. He panted a little as he listened to the deep powerful moan from the gorgeous hunk behind him, commanding him and making him feel on top of the world “You really know how to sweet talk a guy” he whispered back, grinning as he looked back to the other man with a wicked grin, feeling the confidence overwhelming his body.

With shaky steps, David walked over towards the bench that Jackson had pointed to and sat on it. For a moment, he just looked over Jackson. The man was massive but standing there in just his socks and shoes he somehow looked even hotter than he had before. He was truly perfect, the kind of man that David had only dreamed of and here he was ready to show David what he’d been missing. He smiled as he slowly leaned back, the cool wooden bench pressing against his back. His body adjusted to the temperature, his cock stood up straight for a moment before dramatically fell back against his thick muscular stomach when he lifted his legs up. His feet rested right on the wood of the bench, he moved his hips a little to make sure his hole was easily accessed and then reached to grab his cheeks and held them apart, the dark pink hole just out in the open, ready to be taken. He took a deep breath and turned his head to look back to Jackson “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now Jackson… please, fuck me… take my virginity now, I can’t take waiting any longer!”

[indiealphas]

Blake felt the flush of pride and raw hunger spike through his chest, the world blurring down to the beauty and ruin of Kurt, all reckless want and perfection trembling for him. He curled tighter, nearly folding the smaller man in half as he pounded in—again, again—until the world dissolved into the muscle memory of Kurt, until his own climax built up so harsh and sweet he could hardly breathe. “Fucking perfect—god, you’re perfect,” he gasped, hot and hoarse, hand sliding from Kurt’s throat to his chest, palm flat over the frantic drum of his heart.

He lost himself in the rush, the blinding pulse of pleasure as he came, cock jerking in that vice of warmth. “Take it, Princess—take all of it.” His vision whited at the edges, his body locked to Kurt’s, holding him still while he emptied every last frantic, aching drop deep inside. When the wave finally broke he collapsed over Kurt, lips finding the sweat-soaked skin of his nape, then the jaw, then the mouth again. It was a different kind of kiss now—open, hungry, spent. The lights of the mirror softened, taking on the hue of afterglow, and Blake held Kurt there, both arms wrapping him up as though the walls themselves would try to break them apart. He nuzzled against the side of Kurt’s head, letting his heavy breath tickle behind the other’s ear, then released the tight grip on his waist so he could delicately comb his fingers down the center of Kurt’s chest.

“Shit, you really painted the whole place,” Blake chuckled in a jagged, post-orgasmic whisper, admiring the trails on the mirror and how they caught the light. “You might get an award for that performance, too.” Blake retrieved a tissue from the edge of the makeup table and dabbed it to the streaks, but mostly just smeared them further, his hands trembling so much from the aftershocks of fucking that they barely obeyed him. “Fuck it—we’ll clean up after, let it set a mood for the next rehearsal.” He pressed his lips to Kurt’s, breathing deep, as if he could commit this moment to memory in a way that would outlast the flowers, the opening night bouquets, the wild ovations. “You’re gonna kill it,” Blake said softly, not loud enough for the dressing room, but just enough for the inches between their mouths. “You’re gonna be the talk of every single person who watches you on that stage. And when you’re a goddamn legend, I get to say you’re mine.”

Kurt instantly leaned back into Blake as the man held him tight, that strong wall of muscle felt just perfect against his back while the gorgeous hunk just pounded his ass with such high intensity. He kept letting out needy moans of pure bliss, staring at the glistening reflection in front of him as he just heard his lover growling so wickedly in his ear. “Not my fault you know all my buttons” he whispered out before feeling that strong hand around him. If anyone else had even come near his neck during a show, Kurt would have scratched and clawed at them but he trusted Blake so much that he almost leaned into the touch. His eyes rolled back in his head as the intense high filled him up, his ass kept rocking back against the other man that he loved and he knew he wasn’t goingto last long. His small firm body was just overwhelmed by the pure intense high that only Blake brought him “And you’re the biggest strongest hunk on the planet… love you too, My King”

Kurt’s hand slipped up to grab onto Blake’s, his small fingers wrapped around his lover’s hand with such ease and linked their fingers for a brief moment “Fuck… Blake… I….. Oh god” he moaned out, his breath fast and a single happy tear slipped down his cheek as he finally lost it, his cock bounced and slapped loudly against the table once before shooting his load all over the mirror, marking long lines alone the incredible length and his table was soaked with it. Kurt’s tight needy hole gripped around the other man, pushing back wanting more and more of his lover “Do it Blake… breed the princess” he begged in a high pitched cry, looking to his lover with an intense feeling of overwhelming need to just have Blake in him and owning him as only his muscular god could.

[indiealphas]

Ethan felt the world collapse to nothing around him; just Trevor, his sweet face and even sweeter ass, the look on his face as he clung to Ethan and took everything he could give. The sounds of people flying past just beyond the screen of green only made him more feral, sweat beading along his brow in the golden afternoon light, muscles tensed and flexing as he drove into Trevor like it was the only thing that mattered in the universe. He could feel every spasm and clutch around him, every gasping intake of his boyfriend's breath, the shuddering embrace of his legs as Trevor wrapped tighter and tighter around him, drawing Ethan in until they were one body, one writhing, moaning beast of lust under a halo of birdsong.

He nuzzled into Trevor’s neck, biting gently at the nape, tongue flicking over the sweat-slick skin, desperate for more of him, always more. They were so entirely subsumed in the intensity of their own pleasure, so devoured by the gravity of carnal need and mutual adoration, that the rest of the world faded to a flickering afterthought. Trevor, engulfed in the primal ache of his lover’s body driving into him again and again, could barely process sensation beyond the crackling electricity at his core. Each thrust, each breathless gasp, each desperate hand tangled in the other’s sweat-damp hair or clutching at skin, felt to both of them like the purest expression of life; the universe had narrowed to just this moment, just these sounds and this sweetness and this impossible closeness. Outside their cocoon of animal bliss, the world was only distant white noise: the skitter of leaves on the path, the whistle of a breeze through the overgrown brush, the increasingly proximate jingle of a bicycle bell that might as well have been a world away.

But while they were so occupied—while Ethan’s voice rumbled into Trevor’s ear and Trevor’s legs tightened, possessive, around Ethan’s powerful hips - small shifts began to register just at the edge of the alpha’s consciousness. A silence too sudden, too attentive, as if the forest itself paused to watch. The faintest intake of a breath not theirs, just beyond the nearest bramble. Still, it didn’t break the spell; the two continued, insatiable, pushing each other further, until Trevor’s head fell back in a moan so raw and shameless it would have echoed through the valley if Ethan hadn’t muffled it with the crush of his own lips. That was almost enough to distract them from even the most obvious signs of intrusion. Almost.

When Ethan glanced over for a split second, his gaze caught movement on the path. Not the vague blur of a jogger in passing, but a figure who had stopped - standing stock still in slack-jawed awe, a hand raised to shield the eyes but betraying an unmistakable curiosity. He locked eyes with Trevor, and without a word, a wicked, knowing smile bloomed between them, a shared charge that made the moment more exhilarating than any they’d ever stolen before. All pretense of caution vanished; instead, Ethan decided to ramp it up, his pace increasing as though competing with the sheer disbelief on their audience’s face. Now every sound, every slap of skin and gasp of breath, was meant to be heard, to be witnessed, as if their bodies together were performing the world’s dirtiest and most perfect love song.

Their secret observer could only gape, transfixed, forgotten as a person and elevated to the status of living proof of how incredible their connection was. "Five bucks says he finds a bush to hide in so he can jerk it while watching us," Ethan whispered with a wicked grin in his lover's ear.

Trevor was absolutely overwhelmed by how intense it felt knowing that anyone could see him and Ethan, a few thrusts and he fully understood why this had been on Ethan’s list of desires. It felt so good, the cool outdoor air, the sense of danger, all that combined with the familiar intense feeling of that powerful cock just drilling Trevor’s undeniably perfect ass was truly magical. He panted out a little as he felt his lover fucking him harder than ever, those large balls slapping against his needy ass. The sound of Ethan’s balls slapping against him was almost as loud as the bells. Trevor wondered if the people responsible for those bells could hear the sounds of Ethan against him. He hoped they could, he almost wanted someone to come see them and praise him for having such a big dicked lover. It was so intense, the risk of it all had Trevor burning with need and almost giddy with excitement.

When Ethan got him onto his back and lifted his shirt up, the blonde bottom beamed brighter than ever and flexed his muscles just for Ethan’s enjoyment. Ethan was definitely more muscular, size-wise he had Trevor beat any day of the week but Trevor was incredibly well defined so it was a fun contrast. He moaned and whimpered, panting happily as he felt his lover bending him in half and kissing him, a kiss he eagerly returned while his arms wrapped tightly around Ethan’s strong body. He panted and whispered into the kiss, his hole gripping around his lover just right and hearing the voices so close. Now he had to see, curiosity was building up in him and he tilted his head just enough that he saw a couple jogging right by them. So off in their own world that they probably wouldn’t have heard anything, but still seeing people’s feet running right by them and in earshot for a few seconds had Trevor even hornier than ever. His back arched a little and gripped onto the man atop him, looking at him with a gaze that screamed ‘We’re getting away with it!’ without saying a single word. He waited till he looked around and the joggers were long gone before letting uot a low moan “Fuck, that was close” he whispered, grinning as he kissed the man “You were right, it’s so fucking hot… so goddamn fucking hot” he panted, his wrong legs wrapping around Ethan as he let the man keep on railing him. He moaned and whimpered happily with every hard thrust, barely even able to think as he just took the pounding, not hearing another pair of feet running right by them.

[indiealphas]

Hunter was absolutely unrestrained now. His rhythm became almost punishing, a relentless piston of power, and if Kyle was screaming so hard his voice would be gone tomorrow, well, it was only what the redhead considered a mark of excellence. Hunter watched, almost in awe, as his boyfriend’s cum flew across the room, splattering across tile and the shins of an unsuspecting backup wide receiver whose own hand froze mid-pump as surprise and arousal overtook embarrassment. Every set of eyes in the room was on them. Some open, some glassy with lust, some narrowed in disbelief and jealous longing. Hunter relished it. He wanted every last one of these fuckers to know what they would never have.

He leaned his head in and bit gently at the shell of Kyle’s ear—a little more pressure than strictly necessary—before growling, “Gonna knock you up so damn good. You’re gonna be thinking about me every time you sit down for the next couple days, Babe.” One more buck and he was there, hips spasming as Hunter lost the last of his restraint and emptied himself inside, his moan so deafeningly loud it echoed off the tiles and through every body present. For a split second, everything went dumb and silent except for the tremoring in their bodies, thick pulses of pleasure radiating through Hunter's thighs and up his spine as he fucked every last drop into his boyfriend. When he finally stilled, his hands almost shaking from aftershocks, Hunter wrapped his arms around Kyle and just held him—still impaled, still breathing ragged, but deeply, fully present.

For a second, there was nothing in the world but the two of them—sweat, cum, ragged breath, the throb of heartbeats and the seismic aftershocks of their bodies finally giving in. All around them, it was chaos. The backup wide receiver, stammering and red-faced, tried to rinse his shin off with a water bottle and only ended up smearing it further. The guys who had been jerking off were now laughing and clapping, tossing towels at each other, some making lewd jokes and some still in disbelief at what had just happened in front of them, "C'mon, baby boy," he hummed to the blonde as he slowly pulled out of him but pulled the other close, peppering him with a few lengthy, surprisingly sweet kisses that seemed to be laden with silent 'thank yous' and 'love yous', "Love you, babe. Now- let's hit the shower then head back to my place, we'll stop at yours on the way so you can grab the cosplay you've been working on and because you're the best and sexiest boyfriend in the world, we can grab some take out from your favorite place as well."

Kyle let out a strained cry as he felt Hunter’s strong arms hooking under his armpits and yanking him up, all of Kyle’s weight now held up by Hunter meaning the eager bottom had to fully trust his lover. He did, readily and didn’t stop his whimpering and moaning as he was pulled against his lover and into his lap. It was impossible not to just cry out with pleasure, bouncing his ample needy ass on that powerful cock while his own impressive length swung back and forth with pride. It was intense, he was a centrepiece for the whole team to enjoy and he loved it. He panted and growled, whimpering and moaning with every hard deep thrust inside his needy hole while licking his lips and looking back to Hunter. His eyes were wide and full of intense pleasure, lost in the absolute adoration he felt for his partner while he took that cock like a champ. He leaned back a little and kissed Hunter as happily as he could, whispering “Love you” so softly that he knew only Hunter could hear him before he was letting out another powerful cry.

One more hard thrust inside him and Kyle couldn’t hold back another second, his head spun forward and looked to a blank spot on the wall in front of him as his body stiffened in blissful pleasure as he came harder than he had in a while, and considering how hard Hunter could fuck him he’d had some pretty intense orgasm’s in his life. His load shot hard and far, barely missing hitting one of the team members who were themselves cumming on the tile floor. Kyle’s hands grabbed onto Hunter, crying out “FUCK YES! BREED ME! BREED MY TIGHT FUCKING HOLE!” in the most wanton voice ever, it was strained and breaking like it had years ago when he went through puberty as his body shook while he fell back against Hunter’s body while his own was as firm and red and soaked in sweat and cum as he was going to get.

[indiealphas]

Alexander felt Sean clenching around him, a vice of heat and want. The other still held some semblance of control and composure, and something deep in Alex wanted to ruin that. He took the invitation for what it was—an expression of emotional purpose, signed in sweat and need. Alexander didn't hold back. The rhythm he began to set was savage, every thrust a punctuation mark, the kind of power reserved for men who knew exactly what they wanted and had spent a lifetime denying themselves the luxury of want. Sean's body accepted him, adapted to him, met him force for force; the sound of their bodies slamming together echoed off the windows, the wet slap of skin on skin outpacing the grit of the city's traffic below.

Coherent thought left Alexander. He was reduced to sensation, the desperate animal drive that had been sublimated into business, money, deals, now channeled into the perfectly engineered body of his assistant. He reached forward, pulling Sean's hair so that the other's head snapped back, exposing the column of Sean's throat. Alexander leaned in, teeth grazing along the sensitive skin there, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his lips. The tight heat surrounding his cock was maddening. Each time he drove forward, Sean's muscles contracted around him, drawing him deeper, making it impossible to maintain any semblance of the control he'd cultivated in every other aspect of his life. Here, buried inside Sean, Alexander was nothing but raw need and base desire.

He slammed into Sean so hard the desk groaned, one of the massive glass windowpanes behind them rattling faintly. The notion that they were exposed to thirty stories of skyline, to the drone of helicopters and faint blur of drone cameras mattered not at all. This was a war of bodies, a contest of power and surrender. Alexander flexed into him, rolling his hips with ruthlessly perfect form; every movement measured for maximum effect, pushing Sean to the edge over and over until the man was writhing helplessly, moaning loud enough that even the triple-insulated walls strained to suppress the evidence. Sweat slicked Alexander’s brow, his arms bracketing Sean on the desktop, and he huffed a wild, feral sound that barely resembled the man Sean had met in the first boardroom interview.

Sean gripped so hard on the table that he briefly thought he was going to break it, his fingers pressed so firmly into the wood that they bent at a strange angle and turned white as Alexander grabbed his cock. The eager bottom slut was moaning happily, his head falling back and his large chest arching as he took the assault on his needy hole and aching cock. He moaned and whimpered, shaking with the intensity of it all and the second Alexander said he could, Sean came like a fountain. His thick load shot rope after rope of hot thick cum all over his chest, he blew like a firehose and could feel his balls pulling right against his beefy body as he just painted his abs and pecs with his load, feeling it slowly sliding and settling in the grooves of his abs.

He lay there just gasping for breath, his chest vibrating with how hard his heart was beating while he looked to the CEO and took in the sight of him standing there in his suit with that massive meat just hanging out and glistening in the light. A slow smile came over Sean’s face as he lay there with his body on display and ready to be used even more, wanting it and eager to take whatever was to come. He licked his lips when the bigger man leaned over, tilting his head a little to make room for the man that bit and marked him “Oh god” he whimpered out, the feeling making his cock twitch and let out another drop of cum that’d just been holding right at the tip. He was in complete awe of the older man, this man was going to ruin him and he was ready for it.

At least, he thought he was ready for it but when that big cock pushed inside him and filled his needy hole Sean let out a cry of intense bliss, his legs curled and his heels pressed into the wood of the drawers under the table while his hole was opened up. “Fuck… feels bigger in that end” he panted out, letting his hand slowly slip over to grab onto Alexander’s and just squeeze his thick muscular bicep while looking into those eyes, letting out needy grunts and breathy moans “Go on sir… let it out… all that stress, let it out in me” he panted, finally regaining his ability to think and remembering his place. “Breed me with your anger, your stress… don’t hold back sir, I got it” he smiled, squeezing the man’s bicep again and sucking his chest in, trying to keep his cum-soaked body from ruining the man’s shirt but soon he could feel fabric brushing over his body and knew his load was staining the man’s clothing and almost liking it more, knowing that his scent was all over this incredible hunk.

[indiealphas]

Levi laced his fingers through Tory’s hair, guiding him close with a gentleness that belied the urgency already building in his breath. He always marveled at the way Tory looked up at him, as if Levi was the North Star or some hurricane-proof anchor. He stroked his brother’s cheek, swept a sweaty strand from his temple, and whispered, “You always say the mushiest shit when you’ve got a dick in your mouth.” But underneath the teasing, Levi’s pulse roared. That someone—this someone—wanted him so deeply, so openly, sometimes felt so good it bordered on scary. Sure, most people were attracted to him in some way, whether it be romantic or platonic but nobody’s attention felt like Tory’s. He wanted this, had always wanted it, but now that they were here, with no physical barriers, no parents lurking at the margins, the reality of it hit like a fresh, dizzying high. He let himself melt into Tory’s mouth, savoring the slow, deliberate suction, the way his clever tongue flicked and pressed, he murmured softly and honestly, his teasing tone gone now, “You’re my everything.”

Levi wasn’t used to being the audience - his life had always felt like the main event and the halftime show rolled into one - but when Tory was between his knees, there was no one else in the world. Levi paused Tory’s movements steadily, the gentle hand in his hair going slowly rigid and then, without a word, fisting tight and holding him steady. There was a shared recognition in the intensity of the moment—a dare, a challenge, maybe just an understanding that this was the point where affection became something firmer, hungrier, real enough to leave a bruise in the shape of memory. Levi’s hands bracketed the sides of Tory’s jaw, thumbs brushing possessively behind the ears, and he looked down at his stepbrother with a gaze that was both apology and command.

He rocked his hips forward, slow at first, the head of his cock pressing insistently against Tory’s searching tongue. There was something deeply fucked up but also perfect about how their dynamic never quite settled; even now, with Tory kneeling obediently in front of him, he could sense the anticipation, the readiness to push and be pushed, the silent yearning in those dark, upturned eyes. Levi held his brother’s head steady, the pressure of his grip telegraphing a new seriousness, a need to own this moment with a kind of desperate brutality. He started to thrust, each motion a little sharper, a little deeper, the pace growing until the rhythm was less an act of sex than the drumbeat of something sacred. He felt powerful and raw and, somehow, more exposed than ever—because the trust in Tory’s submission was total and unguarded, a gift Levi treasured.

He only broke eye contact when the sensation threatened to make him lose control, eyelids fluttering shut as he let the pleasure unspool and erase all the careful performance from his life until it was just him, Tory, and the obscene, wet sound of their connection. He heard himself groan, deep and ragged, and in a quieter voice, “Fuck, Tor—nobody’s ever.” Because it was true; there were other lovers, other moments, but nobody ever let him all the way in, all the way through, like this. He leaned a little harder, fucking his brother’s mouth in strokes that bordered on punishing. He let himself be selfish, just for once, and held Tory’s head like a lifeline as he pounded away at the other’s mouth, losing himself in the heat and honesty and absolute lack of boundaries between them.

“Gotta love the old locks… hopefully no one replaces it or we’ll have to get creative” Tory whispered tenderly as he trailed his fingers up and down Levi’s firm muscular chest, licking his lips just a little as he just took in the moment with his brother. He couldn’t help but arch his ass back against those strong hands, moaning a little into the eager needy kiss as he enjoyed more than anything. The knowledge that he wouldn’t have to hold back, they weren’t going to have to block a door or sneak out a window when someone came up and could just be together in the privacy of their own home was truly everything that Tory needed. “Well now I know I’m gonna get to just be lazy … I better earn that” he teased, stepping back just a little to get his shorts off so he was just left in an obscenely tight pair of underpants that showed everything off, leaving him just barely restrained as he slipped to his knees and went to kiss Levi’s package.

For a brief moment, Tory just took his time to worship that perfect bulge and teased the man more and more. He looked up, giving the man the biggest smile “This is where I really belong… right in front of you, treating you like the god you are Levi” his hands slipped up his brother’s thighs as he spoke, slowly curling around to hold onto the waistband of his pants “I’m gonna be here every day, every night, just ready to take you however you’ll let me… you’re my world Levi, my everything” in one quick motion he pulled Levi’s pants down and had his tongue trailing over the length of Levi’s cock. He moaned wantonly, feeling that thick length against his tongue, toes curling a little as he was filled with that familiar intense need. Quickly, he moved down to wrap his lips around the tip and started to take Levi into his mouth, his hands gripping onto his brother’s hips as he started showing the man how much he truly loved him.

[indiealphas]

Duke looked at the hands set so surely atop his own, saw the tremor in the fingers, and smiled in a way that had undone lovers both younger and far wiser than Mick. He set his palm over the boy's wrist, not restraining but anchoring him, fingers encircling warm skin. Something very old and animal inside him purred at the boldness on display, the willingness to risk consequences in favor of what felt good and right in the moment. He'd always admired that trait—hell, he'd built his own life with every brick laid on that philosophy—and he read it in the parted lips and the clear blue eyes looking up at him now. Then Duke’s big manicured hands caught Mick’s waist like they’d practiced the motion, and all the practiced restraint in the older man’s eyes melted into raw appetite.

"You're a bold one," Duke murmured, up close, the southern drawl was thicker, warmer—the kind of voice that leaned in and wrapped around your neck and the compliment twangy on his tongue. "Johnny’s straight as a ruler- unlike his old man … who’s just a slut," he chuckled warmly while the hands on the model’s waist pressed a little firmer in response, so he felt the bottle-rocket trajectory of Duke’s arousal brush right up against his own. The moment stretched, heavy and hot, not a breath in the room but theirs, until Duke tipped his face upward and forward, pulling the college student into a kiss. Duke knew the younger man would expect urgency—a rush of desperate hands and sloppy kisses. Instead, he deliberately took his time, pressing his lips against Mick's with practiced restraint. The roommate’s father savored the moment, his tongue barely tracing the outline of Mick's mouth, waiting until those lips parted in invitation before he allowed himself to deepen the kiss.

There was something intoxicating about the way Mick responded to him. Duke could sense the nervous energy, the way Mick—who clearly thought himself experienced—was suddenly reduced to something like an awkward teenager at his first real encounter. The realization sent a pulse of heat through Duke's body. Duke felt the exact moment when Mick's self-consciousness evaporated, when the younger man opened himself fully to the kiss, arching his body to press closer. The heat between them intensified as Mick's robe slipped, pooling around his hips. The wealthy father kept his hands unhurried as he explored Mick's back, his broad palms mapping every contour. He was in no rush, content to savor each new discovery, each subtle reaction. The contrast between his own practiced patience and Mick's growing desperation only heightened his arousal. Duke continued his methodical exploration, enjoying the power of restraint even as his own desire built steadily beneath his controlled exterior, “Pretty little thing,” he smiled into the kiss, now letting one of his hands move up under the little which Mick’s robe covered, taking a gentle but confident hold of his cock and stroking him just as slowly and methodically as he kissed him, “Bet you ain’t had ever had a real man with experience like me before …”

“Johnny did kind of suggest that his family had something to do with the sports team, he didn’t really go into a bunch of detail but that’s just incredibly cool of you to do that” Mick stated with a genuine grin, just watching as the older man sat down. He was really fascinated by this older man who seemed like such a cool dad, but he also looked like living porn with an outfit that could look perfectly normal to absolutely anyone else but Mick could see all the firm muscles and the bulge that was just daring him to sit on it. It was almost impossible to believe that a man like this was real, he was the kind of man that the phrase ‘Daddy’ was invented to describe and it was just making Mike feel things that he hadn’t expected to about his room mates dad. He couldn’t help it, the man currently in his room was the hottest man that had ever roamed the earth but it was still a lot to deal with. 

The more that Duke spoke, the more that Mick found his knees trembling with an undeniable desire for the older man. The knowledge that this guy had a history and a power that was known to his roomie pretty much made Mick’s mind up for him. He bit his bottom lip a little as he just took in the kind words and wickedly flirty compliments, just feeling himself heating up even under his tiny little robe. When the man’s hands went to his knees to get up, Mick moved over and put his hands on top of Duke’s “I mean… I’ve never been afraid to get in trouble before” he said with a tiny little smirk, looking right into those eyes “And why would we even get in trouble? It’s not like Johnny warned me to stay away from you, it’s not like he said that I shouldn’t do something like… this” he carefully moved to just sit right on Duke’s lap, his legs folded so he was just able to sit right there with his groin a mare few inches from Duke’s. Just sitting there it felt like their bulges were slowly trying to get closer, he could definitely feel his growing just from the closeness of the other man “And it’s not like you’re stealing his man or something… hell if I’m going to be honest I may have hit on him a few times and we’re very much just friends so you’re not taking his toy… he knows I walk around like this” he whispered as he undid the robe, letting it hang open to show off his nearly naked body. He reached over to wrap his arms around the older man’s shoulders “So if you want to leave, I don’t think I can stop you but… well, you’d be leaving me here alone all by myself for the whole night, I’m sure it’d be so much better if you were here to make sure I was safe” he whispered, moving his hips forward just a little till he was pressed right against the bigger man. “...so come on sir, maybe you should get just a little too friendly with me?” he asked, so excited that he could feel his body heating up and almost steaming from the desire that built inside him, chest heaving with every deep needy breath.

[indiealphas]

Bryce smirked, teeth flashing in a wolfish arc, and nodded against the side of Teo’s jaw when the other called him his ‘teddy bear’ a name he pretended to despise but it was deeply apt once he’d gotten his aggression out or had sobered up some. Still cupping the other’s chest and petting a thumb over the sticky wetness on his pec, he moved his hand up to twist Teo’s chin toward his own, into another hungry, softer kiss. It was too easy to get lost in the physical facts of this man—the taste of salt and strawberry lube on his tongue, the ragged sound of his breath, the spasms of every muscle—and sometimes Bryce had the mad urge to devour, to bite down so hard it left a scar. Instead, he let his jaw loosen and kissed Teo with the kind of bruising, open-mouthed gentleness that would make the other laugh if he was coherent enough.

“Fuckin’ right, I do,” Bryce slowed his hips to a gentle, sinuous rhythm, letting every deep push linger as he watched his cock slick and glistening where it stretched Teo open. “Still a mess, but yeah. You make it… less.” Bryce dipped two fingers into the mess coating Teo’s stomach, the move was deliberate and slow. The low life brought the glistening fingertips up between their faces, eyes never leaving Teo’s. Wordlessly, he smeared the viscous streak over Teo’s lips, thumb parting them so the younger man could taste the evidence of his own debauchery. Bryce’s smirk widened, and he withdrew his fingers to trail a slick line down his own jaw, painting himself in the proof of their pleasure before sucking the taste from his own knuckles. “Open,” Bryce ordered, his voice a low rasp, then ran the pad of his thumb along Teo’s teeth, then shared the taste between their lips, using the kiss to mingle their breath and their mess. The taste was obscene and intimate, something that belonged only to them in this overheated, shadowy room. Every slow, grinding stroke inside Teo felt like a promise: not just to fuck the bratty bottom senseless, but to make him remember exactly who he believed Teo belonged to. Bryce licked the corner of Teo’s mouth, chasing the last streak, and then moved to smear more across his own swollen lips, their faces sticky and shining with shared fluids and spit, “Stay a couple days,” Bryce didn’t exactly ask but he didn’t exactly demand either.

Feeling Bryce’s hot powerful cock just thrusting nice and deep inside him while that strong hang gripped his throat had Teo shuddering with pleasure. He was ready and eager to take every drop from the other man, his tight little ass gripping around that cock the moment he felt that thick length pushing balls deep and shooting nice and deep inside him. He whimpered with the high of being bred by the other man, feeling it just filling him in the way only Bryce could. He was just panting for air, enjoying the high, when he felt Bryce turning his head and making him look at the older man. It was subtle as could be but Teo could see the man going from the intense angry stud that had met him at the door to a sweeter lover that only Teo got to see. He felt his body just relaxing, knowing the hard pounding was changing to something more relaxing and intimate. He smiled into the sensual kiss, his small body arching back against the slow sensual thrusts that filled him again and again. He whimpered as he felt the fingers toying with his nipple, his hand reaching up to gently hold onto Bryce’s and link their fingers as the man slowly thrust inside him with the feeling of his thick load slicking the way.

Teo was pretty much reduced to whimpers and moans at this point, his eyes wide as could be whenever the kiss broke and he could just look at Bryce. “There’s my teddy bear” he whispered in a breathy voice, feeling the more relaxed motions inside him that always made him just come undone. His cock was just coated in his own precum from the harder fucking, he’d been so focuessed on his hole that he barely noticed what was happening around his cock. He leaned back for another sweet kiss, his tongue slipping out to deepen it as much as humanly possible. He kept slowly rocking his ass back, a few more hits to his prostate had Teo’s cock shooting a load onto the bed without him making a sound. He was just shaking with the happy pleasure, kissing the older man and enjoying the slow intense lovemaking. He gripped the other man’s hand firmly and pulled back from the kiss, looking right into those eyes “Feel better, don’t ya?” he barely got out, voice a little shaky and breathy as he felt a few particularly hard thrusts making his body tremble with pleasure.

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“This pussy was wasted on everyone else before me," Malik growled, both hands now gripping the lawyer's squirming hips so tight his fingerprints would be painted on Luke's skin for days. "From now on, you're taking nothing inside you but Daddy's cock. Understood?" Each word was punctuated by the thunderous slap of his pelvis and the ever-growing heat of skin-on-skin, the sharp, possessive bites Malik left across Luke's shoulder blades, and the intoxicating scent of sex and smoke and expensive cologne in the air.

"Tell me who you belong to, I wanna hear you fucking scream it," Luke was taking it all like the perfect, eager slut Malik had always hoped was under those perfect suits. Malik's cock throbbed with each powerful thrust into Luke's tight heat, his muscles tensing with the effort of maintaining his punishing rhythm. Sweat glistened on his dark skin as he gripped Luke's hips with bruising force, pulling the man back to meet each savage thrust. The slapping sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their shared moans and grunts. "Who's your fucking Daddy?" Malik growled, his voice rough with desire as he hammered relentlessly into Luke's willing body.

He watched with satisfaction as Luke's eyes sparkled despite the ferocity of the pounding he was receiving. The sight of Luke's professional demeanor completely shattered beneath him sent a fresh surge of arousal through Malik's veins. This composed lawyer, now reduced to a trembling, moaning mess—all because of him. Malik felt Luke's hole grip him even tighter, the sensation nearly pushing him over the edge. He grabbed Luke's wrists in one swift movement, pinning them above his head as he continued his merciless assault. He could feel Luke's pale skin marking beneath his fingers, a visible claim of ownership that only fueled his desire. He could see Luke's cock bouncing with each impact, leaking precum onto his stomach and the bed. The sight was intoxicating—knowing he was responsible for reducing this man to such a desperate state of need.

Malik adjusted his angle slightly, knowing exactly what he was searching for, biting down hard on his lower lip, focusing on maintaining his brutal pace even as he felt his own orgasm building in his balls. Every clench of Luke's tight hole around his thickness sent waves of pleasure radiating through his body. He wanted to make this moment last forever—this perfect connection of bodies, this complete surrender. He fucked Luke harder than he ever had before, watching the man come apart beneath him, knowing that no one else could make Luke feel this way. Only him. Only Daddy.

Luke whimpered out in overwhelmed awe when Malik scooped him up and spun him around effortlessly, the large muscles that covered his boss/lover’s body had always impressed him but getting to experience the man taking control and being able to flip him about so effortlessly was just incredible. When Luke was flipped on his back he stared in awe at Malik, the sweat covering that hard hairy body was intoxicating and as his eyes trailed down, the strong V that pointed to that mammoth cock was truly obscene in the best way “Fuck” he panted out in shock before the gorgeous hunk was on top of him, almost instantly Luke’s legs lifted up and wrapped around the man just wanting to hold him there and keep him close as he could “I was, my hole was made to take you… only you, only you could fill me like this” he panted, his hands going up to tenderly cup Malik’s face as he just felt the real intimacy of the moment hit him. In all the wild hookups Luke had done over his life, Malik was the first to take him face to dace and he felt his heart beating faster because of it. It was an intimacy beyond just fucking, every weird look and twist of Luke’s face was all for Malik to see and he felt safe with it. He was just taking it all in when Malik kissed him with a sensuality that absolutely broke Luke in the best way, that kiss made it clear to Luke that his feelings for Malik were beyond physical and he returned it with all the adoration in the world.

As he kept slowly making out with Malik, Luke’s hand slowly trailed sensually up the man’s back to play with his hair as he rocked his hips just a little against the muscular god that filled him so perfectly. He kissed the man as deeply and passionately as he could, his tongue slipping out to trail over Malik’s mouth as he felt the warmth of that large body on top of his own. His cock was aching between them, pressed between their bodies and making their bodies stick together with the precum leaking from him “God… Malik… Daddy… fuck, you really know how to make a guy feel good” he panted in a low lustful voice, a high pitched gasp coming out at one particular motion while his nails trailed sensually down his partner’s back, leaving light red trails as he did “Oh god right there Daddy, that’s… that’s the spot, that’s the best spot ever” he moaned out wantonly, his head falling back and eyes widening as he looked right into Malik’s just letting the man see how much he was making Luke unravel “I… I love… love how that feels” he panted out, voice shaky and eyes actually watering from the intensity of it all. Just to stop himself from talking, Luke pulled himself back up and went in for another firm passionate kiss, his tight ass gripping randomly around the man’s length just from the passion of the pounding.

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Nikolai laughed a little, resting his weight on the bed with his hands on either side of the other’s lithe body, “Fuck, you’re good... I can see why they got you,” he groaned as he started kissing the other’s neck. He paused for a moment, pulling back enough to look at the other “You want to know what I’ve always wanted?” he asked before running his tongue along Joey’s jawline and pulling back again, teasing him. The weight of his body came down, pinning Joey by his hips as he grinned, “I’ve always wanted to breed something perfect,” Nikolai murmured, almost in awe, while his hands spanned Joey's waist, thumbs possessive at either jut of bone. "Something beautiful and willing and—" a deep inhale as if to savor the scent of submission—"absolutely ruined by me."

The sound Nikolai made was not quite a growl, not quite a moan, but a hybrid that vibrated through Joey’s ribcage. His mouth claimed Joey’s again, and the kisses were bruising now, full of hunger. “I want you to remember every second of this for the rest of your life.” He slid his hand behind Joey’s head, threading thick fingers through the hair just above his nape, and watched him. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you in one piece.” Nikolai now began to free the other from his ribbon cuffs, easily flexing his massive muscles enough to snap the fabric around Joey’s wrists and feet, “Leave that one on,” he instructed, gesturing to the bow on the dancer’s cock. Nikolai now reached around to Joey’s perky ass, giving it a possessive squeeze and bringing the other’s hips up to meet him. He never lost eye contact and his own cock throbbed through the impossibly tight denim while his tongue slipped in and out of Joey's parted, pliant lips and he let the other’s naked body wrap around his as they made out. “I’ll have you begging to stay longer when I’m through,” he said breathlessly, a smoldering promise that lingered more than a threat. He pulled back just enough to relish the sight beneath him, as if memorizing the moment before he fully devoured it. "Undress me," he commanded coaxingly, "And ... give me a little show while you do it, baby."

Actually seeing the frat president in person was quite a moment. Joey knew that he was a hot piece of ass, he literally paid his rent on that fact but Nikolai was just fuckable in every way. He had muscles that looked like they were built to move mountains; he was clearly strong but had a sleekness that was enticing. Basically he was the exact kind of guy that Joey would’ve hit on at the club so getting to be paid to be defiled by this man for a few weeks was like winning a very slutty lottery. He watched the man dealing with his frat bro, chuckling at the playful way he dismissed the gaggle of bros. Finally alone, Joey got a good chance to take in all the finer details of the stud he was going to be with for a while and every one of those details was obscene in the best way. His muscles, his definition, his nipples and naturally that bulge were all massive turn-ons. Just seeing him moving towards the bed was enough to get Joey hard, in turn making the ribbon around the base of his cock become a makeshift cock ring. “Anything, long as you leave me in one piece, you can do anything you want” he said in a low sultry voice as he leaned back a little, lifting his leg so he could run his foot against the man’s thigh while enjoying the moment. When the bigger man leaned down to kiss him, Joey was happy to return it, His hands moved to grab onto those large oversized biceps gently, he could barely get his hand around half of the man’s arm and the knowledge that they were so huge made Joey even more turned on. He let out a needy little whimper when his cock was stroked, grinning into it just knowing that this man was going to give him a fortnight to remember.

Joey poured everything he had into making out with Nikolai, the thick full lips against his own were hot as could be and had the eager stripper burning with desire. His hands moved slowly between them, running over that firm muscular chest with the fabric of the man’s shirt keeping him from the man’s muscles “Hmm. if I’m gonna be naked all the time… at least you can get rid of this” he whispered with a teasing grin, using his fingers to slowly lift the man’s shirt up, which took a little bit of time because his hands were still bound, and pulling it off his body, throwing it to the floor so he could feel the warmth of Nikolai’s chest against his own. He kept kissing the man again and again, his hands now running over the firm raw muscles that were undeniably enticing “So, stud, what do you want to do with your new plaything?” he asked in a soft voice “Wanna untie me and have me show off what I can do… or leave me tied up and just use me like a human fleshlight?” he whispered between low lustful kisses “Or whatever wicked little ideas you have, something other boys haven’t let you do to them… what’ve you always wanted to do? Tell me, I’ll make it happen”

[indiealphas]

Jackson was momentarily floored by the confidence he saw flickering underneath David’s eager, flushed face, and how even with cum on his lips the guy’s eyes still shone pure. He tried to catch his breath, wiped sweat from his brow, then grinned, grabbing David’s chin with the careless assurance that had broken more hearts than David could count. “You really think I'm not gonna fuck you after that? God, you’re going to ruin me,” Jackson murmured, voice all gravely and wanting, and he mashed their lips together so hard it hurt. He walked them backward, never breaking the kiss, until David’s back hit the lockers with a dull metallic thud. The helplessness of the other’s need making his own hunger sharper, more frantic. Somewhere between the kissing and the slow mutual rutting, Jackson managed to get David’s clothes off, only breaking their kiss when it meant getting another item off. He let David take his shoulder pads off but decided to keep his calf-length socks and football boots on, something about them making him feel like an athletic alpha God.

Now with the other naked, Jackson looked at him up and down with a mixture of awe and lust. He swallowed hard, walking back forward to spin David around and pin him against the lockers. Jackson palmed the other’s ass, each cheek more beautiful than his wildest dreams, his hands so perfect on there that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let go. “Damn, you look so good and your ass feels so tight” he groaned, bending his knees a little and nudging that tight sweet ass with the bulge of his still hard cock, “You sure you want this?” he asked, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to stop himself if David said yes. He wasn’t sure he could stop himself even if David said no. He was that hot for him. “If so … I want you to get on your back on that bench over there … I wanna see that face of yours, beautiful … while I shove every last fuckin’ inch of me inside you and breed you until you can’t breathe.”

David was more determined than he’d ever been about anything, he was going to be the best cocksucker that Jackson had ever had no matter what it took. He was moaning around that big beautiful cock that filled his mouth, he could feel every little twitch and motion of that length with Jackson’s motions. He ran his fingers along that perfect set of abs, every inch of Jackson’s body was hot as hell in ways that David would love to spend hours exploring sometime. When he heard Jackson tell him what he wanted, David barely had to think about his answer. The idea of downing every drop of Jackson’s cum was a dream David didn’t think he’d get to experience and now he had the chance he was going to take it. He blinked in response, not wanting to pull away from that thick length as he kept bobbing up and down with a sense of intense determination. As he felt his hair being gripped, David’s legs spread just a little so he could make room for his own aching raging hard on that was throbbing with his own building orgasm when he felt it, Jackson shooting a powerful load down his throat. He was stunned, his eyes widened as he looked up and felt his mouth being filled.

Slowly, lips still wrapped around that powerful cock, David did what he could to keep every drop in his mouth. He slipped off that length with a tiny but still audible ‘pop’ and just sat there with a mouth full of cum. He wanted to memorise the taste, it was something he’d never had before, and he enjoyed it. After a few seconds, he pointedly swallowed it down with only a light layer covering his lips and a single drop sliding down his chin “That was… amazing” he whispered, a tender look in his eyes before slowly standing back up and putting his hands on Jackson’s sides, pulling the man in for another firm kiss. He just stood there, slowly making out with the gorgeous hunk and pressing their bodies together. He was a little overwhelmed with the feeling of being desired by the gorgeous man, never wanting it to end. Finally he pulled back, his cheeks red as he looked into those eyes “THat was incredible Jackson… you’re incredible” he whispered, his smile sweet and innocent even considering how much his lips were glistening from the blowjob “...so, you still want to take my V card? Cos I’ll bend over wherever you tell me… I’m ready to give my ass up to you”

[indiealphas]

Blake grinned—the kind of wide, sharp grin that would be menacing if Kurt didn’t know every inch of him, every soft place behind the armor. “You like putting on a show, don’t you?” he growled, voice just above a stage whisper, his hand splayed reverently across Kurt’s fluttering throat. “Fuck yeah, my sexy Princess- you finally get to see what I do,” his adrenaline spiking as he watched Kurt's facade chip away with every thrust. Kurt's usually perfect Broadway hair was a snarl of product and sweat, his eyes glossy and wild, his faintly mascaraed lashes clumped from the swoon of pleasure, “You better send me some sexy pictures and videos of you back here when you're thinking about this.” In the glass, their silhouettes merged and separated, the slick muscular outline of Blake dwarfing Kurt, but the fire in Kurt’s eyes matched him step for step. They were each performing, and the audience was only themselves, and the script was obscene.

He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and drove in all the way, his own composure evaporating with each punchy thrust. The dressing room was so small, the mirrors multiplied their bodies infinitely, and the heat and sweat and shining tension filled every angle. Blake loved when Kurt tried to hold back; "That's right, Princess," he rumbled, the words a vibration through the hand at Kurt’s neck. "You gonna cum for me before I even shoot my load? Gonna cover that pretty table of yours before you even get my cum in you?" He squeezed his hand around Kurt’s throat as he pounded him, pressing down on the small body beneath him, greedily taking in the debauched site of Kurt's reflection. He watched Kurt’s cock rubbing against the table as he thrust harder, and the other’s eyes rolled back, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm. The bounce of his pecs almost hypnotizing the athlete, "God, you're the prettiest, sexiest thing alive. I'm so fucking in love with you, Princess."

Kurt could feel a deep pull in his chest just hearing the low growl of ‘princess’, the way Blake said it was enough to make Kurt weak at the knees and have him just completely overwhelmed with pleasure. He panted and moaned, soft and needy with every hard thrust inside him in a way only Blake could “Love when our plans sync up” he teased, a stunned whimper when the man he loved lifted him up and got him on his feet. The brief moment of being empty was insane; the contrast of being full to the brim with Blake and being empty was a shock to his system and a single tear slid down Kurt’s cheek when he was turned to look at the mirror. His gaze met that of the reflection of his partner and took a moment just to admire the intense contrast. Blake’s muscular body, his own small, firm form, were as opposite as possible but it made him feel safe to do anything. He let out a needy whimper when he was refilled and nodded a little as his lover grabbed his neck, “Yes, Daddy… oh god, yes” he panted while he looked into the mirror properly to see how his body reacted to being pounded. He reached back to grab onto Blake’s hand and squeezed it “You better keep to that… I wanna give a goddamn Tony-winning performance just dripping with my man’s cum”

When Blake went back to pounding him, Kurt’s free hand grabbed onto the table for support while he watched his reflection. He could see his body shaking with every hard thrust, his pecs weren’t big enough for him to be able to make them bounce on his own but they absolutely were bouncing now from the force of the fucking “Oh god Blake… OK, I get why you think I’m hot now” he joked with a needy whimper as he felt his body just aching with pleasure. He was whimpering and moaning with every thrust, his ample behind gripping around the gorgeous hunk behind him “You’re still hotter though.. I have the hottest boyfriend around, such a stud… oh fuck, such a big sexy stud” he whimpered out happily, moving just a little so his cock was just resting on top of the table. He looked down to see himself leaking precum all over the wood, panting for air as he looked back up to his partner’s reflection “... a big sexy stud who is so helping me clean up after this… after you fucking breed this hole!” he grunted out, his legs shaking with the building feeling inside him as he enjoyed the overwhelming high, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open just staring at his reflection that looked morer and more debauched with every hard deep thrust.