#【 holysound: teddy. 】

[cxncordia]

Continuation of this — @holysound

That morning he had tried to meditate all evening, trying to find his own center but try as he might something was not working. Somebody in the mansion was not in the right mood. And quite a shame, Addison thought, because he had planned a serene morning at one of his favorite spots around Charles' mansion: the large spot in the garden that rarely anyone visited. None of the other X-men came here and certainly none of the other kids he instructed in the school could find him. It was his paradise. And yet, something was bothering him. What was this thing that was pushing and pulling his brain? Or more importantly, who was it? The mental waves felt like a humming sound, throbbing his brain and thus, the psychic tried to find the source of the problem.

His beautiful brown shoes began walking through the house, trying to find the source of this strange noise. As closer as he moved, he began to realize that these were not ordinary brain waves, there was frustration and pleasure mixed along. Maybe it could be the famous morning wood or maybe some nice breakfast playtime. Smirk, that is when he found the guy... and well, it was absolutely NOT what he was planning. NO, it wasn't just a morning wood... it was far more tantalizing than that.

And it only took a quick glance for Addison to store the mental image. Oh, was he going to touch himself to that. Teddy reacted quickly and tossed the pillow, which was stopped at mid air with Addison's psychic abilities. While the blonde had tucked himself away inside the warm and comforting bedsheets, the brunette stayed wearing his usual tight-fitting white buttoned-up shirt with black slacks, watching Teddy struggle more and more. The pillow was returned to Teddy then, to usher him some form of dignity. "So you were the one messing up with my morning routine," Addison added, taking a step in. "Hey, kid, if you want so desperately to be fucked that everyone in the mansion can feel your brainwaves, you just needed to ask." Addison closed the door behind him and then began walking towards Teddy. "I'll give you two options here," the professor continued. "I can either give you what you seek in a physical form, but it's very likely everyone will hear us, or—" a sly of his hand and a hole ripped open in the middle of the room, where a large luxurious bedroom awaited. "—You can join me in my Mind Palace, where I will make sure to dispel all those pesky horny thoughts." Addison tossed him one of those winning smirks. "Your choice."

[rclldamage]

His voice is a song. A distant melody that inspired Wyatt to fight, for him. It was an innocent sound that warmed him. Wyatt looked up in the mirror at the youth who stood behind him. His lover. Teddy was still a young man and was filled with so many ideas of adventure. Wyatt fantasized that he would be a daring knight one day. He wanted to help him and a part of the paladin wanted him there by his side. A selfish, sinful side that whispered that the two knew each other intimately and that meant they belonged to each other. No, he could not think about that. He could not allow himself to think in that manner. Even as he found that his hand had rose to run his fingers so softly against the column of flesh that was Teddy's throat. No, he couldn't help the boy help. And it had everything to deal with ... the feelings he had started to hold for Teddy since they had laid with each other in the inn.

Wyatt could still feel him. Eager to please, desperate to prove himself. He moistened his lips and leaned down to kiss the boy. His tongue pushing into Teddy's mouth to slowly kiss him. A kiss that poured everything he couldn't bring himself to say while his large hand pushed him closer with its resting on the small of the boy's back. Gods, he could keep kissing the boy forever. He tasted of honeysuckle and the way his mouth felt was ... paradises. He broke the kiss, rested his forehead against the boy's and shook his head. A fight with monsters and an Oathbreaker was no place for a soul that Wyatt had tied himself to so easily. So quickly. Teddy would be a distraction.

"I need you to stay here. I wouldn't be able to fight well enough knowing you were there on the battlefield," Wyatt said, a sigh to his words. "I need my boy to stay here so when I get back, someone can take care of me," he smirked softly, nipped at the others lip and nudged him. "Be good and stay. I will make it up to you, you know I will. I meant even spank you for your patience."

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[ COAX ] .ft teddy and addison

[ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin. - @holysound 

Addison's fingers stroke lovingly over Teddy's arms as they cover their face, shy or overwhelmed by the moment. Their gentle touch elicits a quivering whimper from Teddy, prompting Addison to lean in and brush their lips against Teddy's palms.

"It's okay, honey," Addison murmurs in a low, husky voice. "I'm here for you. Let me take care of you, hmm?"

Gradually, Addison coaxes Teddy's hands away from their face, encouraging them to relax and let themselves be held. "That's it, love," they whisper softly, wrapping their arms around Teddy's waist and pulling them close. "You're doing so well for me. You're perfect."

Now that their partner's eyes are open and their cheeks are flushed, Addison can lean in and brush their lips together in a tender kiss. But Teddy needs a little more reassurance to feel comfortable, so Addison slowly leans in, pressing their bodies together. He loves this boy not only because of how cute he is, but also, because of how sweet he acts when flustered. And Addison has not single thread of shame in his body.

"You're so beautiful, darling," Addison breathes against Teddy's skin, letting their lips trail up the side of their neck and around their ear. "Every inch of you is perfect." Addison's beard tickles Teddy's sensitive skin. He is doing it in purpose: driving his boy crazy with pleasure. His thick raspy voice is dropped in Teddy's ear. "I'm here. I'm always gonna be here, my boy. So you can let go and relax. I could never judge you," Addison admitted, gently nibbling Teddy's earlobe, as his hands slide lower, finding and cupping Teddy's soft buttocks.

Addison continues to love his boy, kissing their whole neck. Teddy smells so good and it's driving the lawyer crazy. His own cock is getting painfully hard. How long has he fantasized about this boy? — about feeling his full and soft skin under his calloused hands? Too long. He deserves it, he earned it! Yes, and he'll get it. Every sweet drop of the honey that this innocent creature could provide. Addison won't spare them tonight. He'll leave no square inch of this body unexplored and unsatisfied.

His lips trail back to find their lips. Addison pauses, letting their noses brush against each other. Their breaths mingling as they both pant in anticipation. This moment is perfect and just right. His massive hands squeeze their shoulders gently, lovingly, as his thumbs caress their collarbone. Now, after such a loving, passionate prelude, and when Teddy fully relaxed, he claims their mouth. Inhaling deeply, catching the air in his lungs, ready to steal the air from theirs. Addison carefully nips their plump lower lip, licking it eagerly with the tip of his hot, wet tongue, invading the most intimate territory of their body.

[rclldamage]

It was methodical how the holy guard moved about the room and doffed his gleaming armor. His breastplate was laid so perfectly into the soft cushion of a nearby chair, followed shortly by his gauntlets and chausses. The elegant shield was leaned against the same chair, followed by the warhammer. The light hammer was placed on the nightstand for easy reach. Everything had a place and a purpose for its placement. His eyes roamed over the others' form, so eager and coiled in anticipation. Yet, Wyatt was a patient man who was both polite and respectful … if not a little teasing. As he approached Theodore ( he refused to call him Teddy ), he toyed with the leather strap in his hands. Folding it and wrapping it so slowly around one before testing its give with the other.

Standing before the bed in only his small clothes, his knees pressed into the mattress. Large frame caused the wooden supports to creak under his weight while he moved across the surface. His thighs flexed with each movement of his body until he was close enough to the man to throw his leg over his waist and straddle his body. Theodore was smaller than him but that meant little in such an intimate situation where doors were locked and windows were shuddered. The outside world did not exist for either of them and only that moment had been important. His azure gaze still focused on him, eyes on eyes, he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to the man’s forehead, then lowered downward to connect their lips. A slow and lethargic kiss where his tongue pushed past slender lips to delve into the wet heat of Theodore’s mouth. It was a kiss that he savored while his body weight alone held the man in place.

Wordlessly, he pulled from the kiss and leaned back. His free hand gathers both of Theodore’s wrists together before tying them with the leather strap. Each bit of movement from Wyatt was slow and deliberate. A movement of which sang that he was taking his time and enjoying it while his eyes never left the other man’s. Shifting his larger frame against Theodore, he adjusted his position and inspected his work. Pleased with the outcome, his smile slowly spread into a lazy smirk while he pinned the man’s bound wrists above his head and leaned down to whisper in his ear. While he said the words in his own Quorian tongue, the tone of which he spoke them was pointed and direct. “Yua ruuk su pieatovar. Hirpriss. Eegir. Og'm guong tu priit yua err nogyt, pieatovar uni.” He pulled back only to lower his head and kiss the pulse in Thedore’s neck. Slowly, he started to work his lips downward, worshiping the body pinned beneath his own.

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[ COLD ] .ft ben and toño

[ COLD ]  for  Ben to  give  Toño their scarf  because  it’s  chilly. — @holysound

"Oh, so you had my Naruto scarf!" Toño exclaimed with delight when the other offered it back. He was certain he had left it somewhere but he wasn't aware where it was. Where they at that point in their relationship where they left personal items on each other's homes? Has Toño been finally tamed? No. Of course not. The boy held the scarf against his face, feeling how tender and soft it was against his cheek. "Ohhhhhhh I missed it! And it's still soft!" Then suddenly something prompted him. "Wait! Does this mean you washed it?" His face went from delight to a mild panic. "Please tell me you used the softener with the cute fluffy bear. Because it's the only one I can use at home, else Benito gets mad." A huff. "That teddy bear has a tight grip on what laundry products I can use at home because he detests the smell of the other softener. You know, the blue one with a baby on the label? Benito has sworn enmity on that baby, saying that he's the only soft one at my place." Despite how ridiculously rude Toño could be seen, despite how aggressive he could be with the enemies of the Earth and how much disdain he has for those who deny his nature as a Mage, he is a kid with a playful and soft at heart. "Thank you, Benny. I really appreciate it." He said, sealing the moment with a soft kiss on the Hunter's cheek.