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                And  if  she  were  to  fall  from  limbs  being  weak,  he  would  catch  her.  Nick  wouldn't  let  her  slump  over,  at  least  not  from  standing.  Though  with  the  knowledge  that  it  was  him  who  had  caused  it  was  satisfying  in  and  of  itself.  Drool  dribbles  down  his  chin,  but  he  doesn't  move  to  swipe  at  it,  even  if  it's  annoying.  He's  to  focused  on  her  to  really  care  much  about  it.  It's  for  a  rather  selfish  reason,  the  quicker  she  comes,  the  quicker  he  does  too.

                And  though  it's  obvious  that  her  body  is  enduring  wave  after  wave  of  an  orgasm,  he  does  not  stop.  He  continues  to  suck  at  her  clit  until  she's  satisfied,  until  she  tells  him  to  stop,  or  she's  beating  him  off  of  her.  And  the  digits  wrapped  so  tightly  around  dark  tendrils  pull  another  whine  from  his  throat.  God,  she  looks  so  beautiful  when  she  cums,  the  way  her  chest  heaves  and  she  grows  quiet,  but  only  for  a  moment.

                He  blinks,  watching  her  face  as  she  comes  down,  pulling  back,  but  only  to  press  kisses  to  her  spent  cunt,  not  truly  leading  his  lips  away  from  her.  And  she's  so  wet-  his  cock  aches  beneath  the  fabric  of  his  trousers.  He's  not  sure  how  much  more  he  can  take  of  not  touching.

Honestly, she didn't think he'd last this long— oh, he was certainly obedient, but usually in action. He'd do whatever was needed to please her and receive some scrap of acknowledgement for it, but to be denied? That's something else entirely.

He'll be rewarded soon enough, that much she does know. Especially because of that whine.

Nick may love to please but Didi preferred to tease. Those little whines and that pleading look in his eyes was enough to make her feel that familiar stirring in her belly— a feeling that only intensifies when Nick gets serious, sucking like his life depended on it. She giggles at his eagerness before that too turns into desperate panting as he makes her feel good.

Every roll of her nipple sends a jolt through her that Nick soothes with his warm, inviting mouth— Didi now regrets not doing this on the bed. Soon enough her legs would be shaky and useless. She'll have to be careful she just doesn't collapse on him.

"Shiiit— You're too good at this," Is muttered under her breath, laced with a smile as she gets closer to coming undone— Thankfully for him and his clenched fists it doesn't take very long.

Her grip on his head is tight, clinging for dear life as she grinds against his skilled mouth, already feeling how her core clenches around nothing. For a brief second she imagines what comes after this, when she's momentarily spent and sated, limbs useless— there's an imaginary flash of Nick fucking her, filling her, and she's gone.

For one who never seemed to shut up in everyday conversation, she's very quiet when the tension snaps. That first wave of her orgasm hits, painting Nick's mouth and chin, and she could only gasp— Eventually her grip on his hair loosens, the hand on her breast drops, everything about her seems to relax at once and the moan of his name finally comes out.

Give her a second to breathe and she'll be singing his praises for the rest of the night.

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man FUCK the schedule

it's some made up bullshit anyways

theo vc: it's my turn for the twink

no-

it's MY turn with the twink

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                Tongue  flicks  out,  wetting  his  lower  lip  as  she  presses  hers  to  his  ear.  He  lets  out  a  shaky  breath,  and  it's  clear  by  the  stirring  behind  shorts  how  excited  she's  already  got  him.  He  has  half  a  mind  to  just  pull  over  and  fuck  her  in  the  back  seat.  But,  instead,  he  sighs,  and  hopes  he  can  hold  out  that  long.

                "  Fine,  after  damn  dinner  then.  "

If Holly likes it, she just might have to watch it; especially if there's pretty people on screen. Maybe they could make it a marathon night— honestly, Didi's not had many friends before (wonder why?) so she's trying to make the most of it, just in case this little arrangement of theirs turns sour.

Even though Nick and her do have quite a lot in common; for one, they both seem to think they deserve everything.

"Hm?" She smiles, still rubbing at his thigh, knowing full well it would be so easy to just bow her head and thank him properly. Just so he knows how easy, her tongue traces his ear, lips eventually pressing against it just to whisper, "Because I want you focused on me, not the road...plus I don't want to cause another car crash, hm."

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theo vc: it's my turn for the twink

no-

it's MY turn with the twink

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                "  Yeah,  well  I'm  sure  someone  warned  you  about  me  before  hand.  "  He  was  not  a  sweet  man,  and  most  likely  never  will  be.

                "  Health  conscious  ??  "  He  asks,  brow  raising.  Nick  brings  joint  to  lips,  pausing  a  moment  before  speaking  up  once  more.  "  I  dunno...  crack  heads  live  forever.  "  He  wraps  lips  around  the  tip  to  inhale  once  more,  blowing  smoke  through  nostrils.  The  hound  leans  back,  arm  wrapping  around  her  shoulder,  pulling  her  in  closer.

"I realize that between the two of us I'm the one meant to be providing sugar, but honestly Nick, it wouldn't kill you to be a little sweet, hm." She teases before letting out one more cough— her lungs are terribly sensitive, apparently.

"Don't laugh. I don't smoke." Her father did. Excessively. Now cigarettes make her want to gag— she supposes it's a good thing, seeing as she didn't need anymore vices. "I'm very health-conscious." She lies. "I want to outlive my father so I can dance on his grave, hm. And all my enemies as well."

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                Jaw    falls    slack    as    he    feels    the    coil    tightening    in    the    pit    of    his    belly.    He    can't    stop-    fuck,    if    someone    had    walked    in    he    wouldn't    have    stopped.    Though    hands    have    such    a    bruising    grip    on    her,    she    won't    be    going    anywhere.    Not    until    he's    let    up    on    his    hold.

                Hips    stutter    upwards    as    his    cock    twitches    inside    her    fluttering    walls.    That    coil    had    wound    up    so    tight    it    finally    snaps.    Nick    cums,    just    as    she    had    asked    so    nicely,    without    a    second    thought    to    the    consequences    of    such    an    action.    Cum    first,    question    later    tended    to    be    his    motto.    The    man    exhales    harshly,    followed    by    a    moan    that    he    can't    seem    to    control.

                "    Fuck,    fuck,    fuck.    "

                After    his    seed    had    been    spent,    arms    release    Didi    from    her    temporary    confines.    They    find    a    new    home    on    her    hips.    The    grip    is    not    as    harsh,    though    still    they're    squeezing    her    supple    flesh.    And    even    after    he    had    emptied    himself    into    her,    he    still    gently,    slowly    sinks    into    her,    and    pulls    back    out.    And,    just    as    he    couldn't    help    the    moan,    a    small    whimper    escapes    lips    that    he    so    desperately    tried    to    keep    shut.

Nor would she ever ask to be tamed. But she does appreciate his initiative— she'll make it up to him another day when she's in a more present headspace and ordering him about was nearly as fun as cumming. Right now, with the lateness of the hour and their growing closeness, she'll allow him free reign.

Which, with how he suddenly bucks up into her like a madman, is probably the best idea she's ever had. Nick knocks what remains of her coherence right out of her head, eyes clenching shut as she suddenly struggles to breathe— she's been punched before, air being knocked out of lungs so abruptly that it feels like they're collapsing. If there was a positive version of that sensation, she was feeling it now.

By the time he reaches for her, pulling her tight against his chest, words have left her completely, nothing but a repetition of breathy moans and eventual cries of Nick! leaving her as her own orgasm grows closer and closer—

It's suddenly silent (minus the slick sound from below, of course) for a beat, nails curling into back now as head buries itself in the crook of his neck, her body tensing as she cums on his cock. Her silence lasts only a moment, however, as the moment her senses come back to her, it's just putain and merde coming out muffled against his neck.

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nick thinks manny is an 8 but he asks dumb questions while tryna give him head

manny thinks nick is an eight, but he tells him to shut up while he's trying his best to give him a good bj @kingrusso

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                "    So    all    the    time,    got    it.   "

"only when i let you top me."

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                "    bottom.    "    / @lovexprotected

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endless gifs of seth gecko ➞  2/∞

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“I don’t even know who you are.”

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@bcrnagain | cont.

                He'll    bare    knuckle    fight    those    bees    into    not    existing.    Should    he    ??    No.    Will    he    win    ??    Absolutely    not.    But    that    wont    stop    Nickolas    from    trying.    The    man    really    needs    to    lay    off    the    drugs,    the    pills    are    causing    him    delusions    into    thinking    he    can    fight    a    whole    swarm    of    bees.    It    is    not    the    dumbest    thing    he's    done    while    high,    and    it    wont    be    the    dumbest    thing    by    a    long    shot,    but    for    this    situation,    it    is    the    dumbest    thing    he    could    have    possibly    done.

                Unfortunately,    the    man    makes    an    attempt    at    poor    shadow    boxing,    fists    in    front    of    his    face    as    he    punches    the    air.    He's    a    good    fighter,    even    when    fucked    up...    but    against    bees,    absolutely    not.

                "    I'll    fuckin'    kill    all    of    them.    "

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@bcrnagain

                A    soft    groan    escapes    lips    as    Theo    presses    kisses    to    his    jaw.    Fingers    work    deftly    to    unbuckle    his    own    belt.    Once    done,    he    unbuttons,    unzips,    and    his    erection    is    free    from    the    confines    of    tight    fabric.    In    a    drugged    daze,    Nick    can't    help    but    to    release    the    other's    throat,    fingers    threading    between    locks    of    dark    hair    as    he    grips    tightly    at    his    hair.    Hand    that    had    made    quick    work    of    his    belt    wraps    digits    around    his    hard    length.

                They    are    two    sides    of    the    same    coin.    Nick's    being    the    desire    to    let    everything    go,    not    having    to    run    things    for    a    damn    night.    Well,    that    and    the    actual    addiction    he    has    to    the    act.    The    addiction    to    getting    off,    even    if    it    would    cost    him    his    life.    Though,    occasionally,    he    craves    to    be    in    charge,    craves    to    force    someone    down    on    their    knees    to    worship    him    like    the    god    he    could    be.    He's    not    completely    insane,    only    stupid.    Nickolas    knows    he    is    no    god,    only    Cerberus,    though    could    a    hound    not    be    worshipped    as    such    ??

                Nick    pushes-    not    too    soft    but    most    definitely    not    too    hard,    almost    a    silent    plea    to    put    Theo    on    his    knees.    His    cock    aches    for    attention,    begs    to    slide    in    past    lips.    He    is    not    a    selfish    lover    by    any    means,    but    if    you    ask    him,    he    deserves    to    have    this    just    once.

for someone who barely gives up control in the bedroom and prefers to do all the work when sleeping with someone, it's rare that he wants nick to be the one to fuck him this time. he doesn't fully trust the other man enough for this to be a regular occurrence, but maybe for tonight while he's drunk and feeling some odd sense of impulse, theo will let himself bottom for someone else. whether he remembers it the next morning or not- aside from probably some aches here and there- he'll worry about that when the time comes. for now he just waits for the answer that he just knows nick is mulling over in his head.

then his neck is taken and he smirks, knowing full well where this was going before he's even pulled closer. something he allows without any complaints or hesitation, the anticipation of what is to come making his body start to react. he hopes nick gives him something rough because right now, as he's kissed, that's all he wants. he just wants to be fucked until he can't walk and to forget about his life for a night and pretend he's not a vanderwaal who the whole city seems to know.

he was more than happy to reciprocate the kiss that gets more intense with each second as his hands move to start undoing the other's shirt. he had seen him naked before on more than one occasion, but that doesn't mean he's ever grown tired of the sight. he certainly has a nice body and the tattoos make him even more attractive to theo whose hands ran over the man's muscles once the shirt was hanging open. only when he felt the need to breathe did he pull away from the kiss to instead press kisses along nick's jaw, a hand moving to cup his cheek as he trails down to his neck where he begins to nip at the skin.

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@1stltrusso asked: i hate you so much right now . send me memes !!

                Nick    stares    at    his    brother.    There    isn't    much    else    to    do    but    that.    Ever    the    big    brother    who    always    has    a    damn    answer,    and    yet,    right    now    he    doesn't.    Jaw    clenches,    he    blinks,    he    swallows.    How    is    he    supposed    to    reply    to    that    ??    His    little    brother    finally    admitting    to    hating    him    at    the    moment,    and    honestly,    Nick    doesn't    blame    him.    He    hates    himself    too.    What    a    coincidence.

                "    Yeah    ??    Get    in    fuckin'    line.    "    He    says,    a    thumb    being    shoved    over    his    shoulder    as    he    points    to    the    invisible    line    of    people    who    want    him    dead.

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@aculeonervus | cont.

                "    Taste    ??    "    Brows    furrow    as    the    man    looks    at    him.    It    takes    him    a    moment    to    really    think    about    why    that    was    a    though    the    kid    had-    why    would    you    taste    anything    in    a    fucking    alley    ??    And    why    was    Nick    so    concerned    with    it    ??    The    Dog    has    done    some    questionable    things    in    his    life,    but    tasting    something    in    an    alley    was    not    one    of    them.    Gee,    this    man    sure    has    his    priorities    straight.

                "    What    the    fuck    ever,    "    A    hand    raises,    gesturing    towards    the    other    a    moment.    "    Listen    kid,    I    did    that    once,    gave    some    guy    the    benefit    of    the    doubt,    and    it    landed    me    in    jail    for    a    fuckin'    night.    "    Hand    reels    back,    eyes    casting    a    glaze    at    inked    skin    as    he    rubs    a    thumb    over    the    knuckles    he    had    hit    him    with.    Then    he    smiles,    chuckles    to    himself.    "    I    guess    you    tasted    my    knuckles.    "

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whomst is doing drugs with the cocaine man