#But he specifically likes sucking their dicks after they worked out/wrestled each other

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DP as in dick and pit the way the cobras would pound Johnny till he cried and shove his face in their sweaty arm pits

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The Cure for What You Crave - also on AO3

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Claudio and Breeze are convinced they could outlast waiting to jump each other's bones.

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This fic fought me and I have no idea why. It's in the same universe as You and Your Fantasy, but it's not necessary to read that before this one. Title of the fic from Breeze's indie theme titled, unsurprisingly, Breeze by Wrestle and Flow.

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“Alright, Breeze got the win,” Claudio says, wincing as he picks up the lemon. “Let’s get this over with.”

Breeze leans back, grinning into the camera, arms behind his head. “Go ahead, boys. Suck it.”

“Can you never say that when you’re in that pose?” Cole says, looking miserable. “This – there’s a context there I don’t like.”

Breeze barks out a laugh, glancing up to see how Claudio responds in his little window. He’s shoved a lemon in his mouth, suffering in place of a reaction. Breeze gets it. Claudio always gets a little wild when he gets a chance to suck Breeze’s dick. Even the thought of it would probably throw him off.

“There we go, boys,” Breeze says. He can’t resist one more joke. It’s Claudio’s influence, after all. “Really go at it.”

“I genuinely think this is the worst loss for me,” Creed says, juice dripping all over his screwed up face. “Specifically because Breeze is saying weird stuff. I hate when you say weird stuff.”

He grins. “Well, then, don’t lose next time.”

“I’ll throttle you next time I see you,” Creed says, before diving in to take another bite of the lemon.

Claudio’s staring at the camera. Breeze knows it’s directed toward him, and it takes everything inside him not to shiver. “Alright,” Claudio says, looking surprisingly stoic. “I’m done.”

“Done,” Cole says. He looks to be in genuine pain. “I think that lemon was worse than last time.”

“Wasn’t the lemon,” Creed says, rocking and shaking his head. “It was Breeze being creepy.”

“It wasn’t creepy!” Breeze giggles. “I was making a joke.”

“A sex joke.”

“Claudio made a short dick joke about me a few weeks ago, and nobody said anything about that!”

“To be fair,” Claudio says, “you made the short joke. I just took it to its natural conclusion.”

Breeze rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I claim victory. Get ready to challenge me for my crown next week, boys.”

“I will,” Cole says. “I – I will beat you, then mock you as you eat lemons. And I’ll do all of that without doing a weird sex joke.”

Breeze shrugs. “Weird flex, but okay.” He disconnects the film and grins. “Later, boys.”

Claudio, like always, waits until he’s sure all the computers are shut down to walk downstairs. “You,” he says, “are somehow even worse today than when you lost.”

Breeze grins at him. “Oh no,” he says, spreading his legs. “You gonna fuck me about it like last time?”

Claudio bends over him, hands on the arms of Breeze’s gaming chair. “You would like that, wouldn’t you.” He brushes his lips along the shell of Breeze’s ear.

“Definitely,” Breeze breathes.

“You couldn’t go without it, could you.” Claudio pulls back, chuckling as he walks over to their couch. He sits, casually, like he didn’t just leave Breeze with a raging boner.

“Go without what?” Breeze asks, walking over to the couch. He sits, trying to get comfortable. It’s not easy with his shorts this tight.

“Sex,” Claudio says simply. “You couldn’t last a week.”

Breeze scoffs. “I could totally last longer than you.”

Claudio raises an eyebrow. “You could.”

Breeze nods, kicking his feet up on Claudio’s thighs. “Glad we agree.” He shoots a grin at Claudio as he gets comfortable.

Claudio rests his hands on Breeze’s calves. “I assure you, I was not agreeing,” he traces patterns into Breeze’s bare skin. “I was echoing to ensure I heard you say something that absurd.”

“You get on me, like, every time you come home from work or whatever,” Breeze scoffs. “You couldn’t resist if you tried.”

“Is that a challenge?” Claudio’s lips threaten a smile. Breeze wants to taste it. “You sure you want to challenge me?”

“I’m not,” Breeze says. “I’m stating a fact.”

Before Breeze can move, Claudio’s got him pinned to the couch, arms above his head. “A fact,” Claudio muses. “Look at you. You can’t stop looking at my mouth.” He glances down. “And you’re already getting hard.”

Breeze rolls his eyes. “I’ve been hard since you came downstairs. But I could take care of that on my own.”

“Wouldn’t that be breaking the rules?” Claudio leans down and Breeze has to fight his urge to lean up and catch his lips.

“Wouldn’t,” Breeze murmurs. “Whoever kisses the other first loses. Or touches the other’s dick.” He pauses. “Or ass! No groping me, buddy.”

“This is a challenge?” Claudio breathes.

“I have to,” Breeze says. “You goaded me. I can’t let you win.”

Claudio laughs, sending shivers through all of Breeze’s body. “When does the challenge start?”

“Um,” Breeze says, “tomorrow?” He tries not to sound too hopeful.

“We can start tomorrow,” Claudio says, sliding down the couch. “It wouldn’t be fair to you to make you start without warning, would it.” He winks up at Breeze as his fingertips hook into the waistband of his shorts.

Breeze thinks a blowjob from Claudio could solve, like, every problem in the world, as he shouts Claudio’s name a few minutes later. Claudio grabs him by the ass and bobs a few more times and that’s it. Breeze eagerly returns the favor, sloppy and excitable, and the two of them giggle in a pile on the couch. He loves this version of Claudio, the one he gets to see when they’re gaming or all over each other.

“So,” Claudio says, adjusting his sweatpants, “what are the rules?”

“No kissing, like I said,” Breeze says, sighing mournfully. “Except for the kisses at night. Like we always do.”

“Of course,” Claudio says, and Breeze sees him relax a little. He gathers Breeze up in his lap. “Can I have one more for the road?”

“One more?”

Claudio reaches up and tugs the hair tie from Breeze’s ponytail. “A kiss,” he says, sweetly. “Before we start.”

“Oh,” Breeze says. “Yeah, sure.”

It’s a kiss. Claudio kisses like it’s the last time they’ll do it, slow and thorough and he’s got his hands up the back of Breeze’s shirt. Breeze whimpers into it, trying to give back as good, but Claudio is insistent and demanding about it. Breeze squirms in closer, pressing himself to Claudio. If he were any younger, this would have gotten him going again and not in a way he’d be easy to handle.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against Claudio. “You weren’t kidding,” he mumbles, trying to get his breathing back under control.

“I want to ensure you remember what you’ll be denied until you break,” Claudio says, his hands grabbing at Breeze’s ass before dropping to the sides. “Alright then. I’m off to bed.”

“Okay,” Breeze says. He clears his throat. “I’ll be up soon. Gotta finish meal prepping.”

“Of course you do,” Claudio says, and his smile is so fond Breeze wants to throw the game right now. Claudio leans down and kisses his forehead. “I’ll see you in a few, darling.”

~

He makes it 3 days before he starts getting itchy about it. He realizes, quickly, that at the very least he’s gotten a kiss from Claudio every time they’re in the same time zone, multiple times a day. Real kisses, too, not like their quick bedtime routine. Now they’re close to each other, in the kitchen making coffee close to each other, and Breeze’s entire body is alight with the need to be even closer.

“Are you alright?” Claudio asks, taking a sip of his steaming cup with a knowledgeable smile. “You seem a bit antsy.”

“I’m fine,” Breeze retorts, and it’s too fast. He grabs the glass of ice and dumps it haphazardly into the cup of coffee and protein powder in front of him. “I’m, uh. I need caffeine. I’m low on caffeine.”

“That’s your second coffee,” Claudio muses. He takes another sip.

“Worry about yourself, Swiss,” Breeze grumbles into his drink.

“I don’t think I will,” Claudio says. He sets his coffee down and takes the cup out of Breeze’s hand.  Claudio crowds into Breeze’s space until his back hits the wall. He hasn’t been this hard without the promise of a good dicking down in ages, and Claudio being so close is almost enough to make him break.

“Come on, darling,” Claudio murmurs, lips so close and yet not close enough, “you know you want to break.”

“I might want to, but I won’t.” Breeze hopes speaking it into existence will make it true. “You’ll crack first.”

“You underestimate my will power,” Claudio says. He chuckles, and Breeze’s entire body is electrified.

“You under – shut up.” Words are surprisingly difficult right now, unfairly so, when Breeze has everything he wants in front of him but he can’t have it.

But, then again, what he really wants to do is win.

Gritting his teeth, he drops to the floor and scuttles out from underneath Claudio’s legs until he’s on the other side of the room. “You’re not getting me, Swiss,” Breeze says, as firmly as he can get it. “You and your stupid muscles and ass and whatever won’t beat me.”

~

He starts off small, the next day. He realizes the strategy here is to go absurdist with it. Claudio loves him when he’s batshit crazy. He won’t be able to resist.

“Hey, Claudio,” he calls. “You got any laundry? I’ve got a load going.”

He thinks he hears a snicker and then there are footsteps down the stairs. “Yeah, I have – I have…” He trails off. Perfect.

Breeze bends a little deeper over, so it’s basically just his ass and legs sticking out of the washing machine. “Dropped my phone,” he says, as casually as he can get it. He shuffles his hips so his already tiny shorts ride up a little more. He adds a little more dramatics, for the fun of it, and then slides out. He’s shirtless, too, and fights a smug grin as Claudio’s eyes rake his body. “What do you have?”

Claudio literally shakes his head to get out of wherever he went. “Right. I have some clothing.” He holds it up. “Gym gear, if you could throw it in.”

“Of course.” Breeze tries his best sultry smile as he takes the gear. “Anything for you, big guy.”

“Don’t start that,” Claudio says, almost a reprimand. Breeze’s smile shifts to a grin. He’s getting under Claudio’s skin.

He stretches out, a little awkward, but it’s a way that makes his pecs pop. “Start what?”

Claudio licks his lips. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Breeze shrugs, flexing. All the extra time in the gym getting his energy out has paid off, even if it’s only been six days. Not that anyone is counting. “And?” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It’s working, isn’t it?”

“It isn’t,” Claudio says.

“Methinks the Swissman doth protest too much,” Breeze says.

“It infuriates me that this is the first time I’ve ever heard you quote Shakespeare.”

“Shakespeare?” Breeze asks, fighting the urge to break and give it away. “I thought it was from a meme.”

Claudio’s eyes flash, and Breeze knows he’s gotten him where he wants him. He licks his lips for a little extra emphasis. It’s seconds before Claudio leans in. Maybe gropes him a little. He wouldn’t say no to getting railed on top of the washer.

“No,” Claudio says, stepping backward. “I know exactly what you are doing, you little menace. Absolutely not.” He blows Breeze a kiss and walks away. “I’ll speak to you when you know how to control yourself, Tyler.”

“Tough chance!” Breeze yells down the stairs.

~

He’s in the middle of dancing to one of his old theme songs in the shower when the door opens slowly. “Hey,” he says. “Trying to sneak a peek?”

Claudio closes the bathroom door behind him and, though the frosted glass and fog, he looks like some sort of god emerging from the edges of some lake. He’d been at TV tapings for the past few says, so it’s been a few days since they’ve seen each other and a full ten fucking days since they started doing this. Breeze really wishes he wasn’t so competitive, because all he wants is to get absolutely ruined by the Adonis in front of him. Alas, he will not go down without a fight.

“Oh, I see,” Breeze says. “You’re breaking. This is you forfeiting.” He pushes open the sliding door to the shower. “Go ahead. Kiss me or grab my dick. I get it. I’m irresistible.”

Claudio chuckles. “You do a terrible job of remaining stoic.”

“I am stoic,” Breeze says, but his confidence is starting to leak out of him like the birthday balloon in their bedroom. “You’re the one here to cave.”

“I am not,” Claudio says, tapping Breeze’s hip distinctly away from his ass or dick, “I’m here to help.”

“Help with what?” Breeze asks. “I can shower all by myself, buddy.”

“I’m sure you can,” Claudio says, and Breeze’s knees almost give out when he slides his fingers into Breeze’s hair and barely pulls. “But you prefer when I wash your hair, don’t you?”

Breeze fights a whine. “Sure,” he squeaks. “Uh, sure.” He remembers what he’s winning here: bragging rights. It’s worth more to him than anything he can imagine. “Go ahead.”

“I assure you,” Claudio says, and his fingertips are unfairly talented as they massage shampoo into Breeze’s scalp, “I will do nothing to impede my ability to win. This is purely a strategy to get you to break.”

“Good luck,” Breeze says, and he curses the way he sounds so breathy. “I’m iron, baby.”

“Yes,” Claudio says. “You are.”

“That was not a dick joke!” Breeze yells. “I – okay, you’re hard, too. If your dick hits my ass, you lose too, don’t you?”

“Fair point,” Claudio says. He yanks, a little harder, and the moan that leaves Breeze’s lips is entirely involuntary. “Hmm. I do have to say, I miss that sound.” He leans in, lips near Breeze’s ear. “Almost makes me want to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me,” Breeze says. He won’t break first. He won’t. “I’m right here.” He holds his breath. He tenses every muscle. He will not be the one to move.

“Alright then,” Claudio says. “I suppose the strategy failed. Dinner will be ready when you get downstairs, love.” He moves Breeze against the wall of the shower with two giant hands on his waist and walks out of the shower, dripping wet and –

Fuck, this is hard. Among other things.

Breeze gets off furiously and quickly, coming across the wall of the shower before Claudio could have even made it downstairs. He wishes it had been Claudio’s hand, or his mouth, or anything, but he didn’t lose, and that may be enough.

~

Breeze gets into position when he hears the key in the lock of the font. He bends over, pretending to reorganize the wires for his desk.

“What,” Claudio says, voice strangled, “are you wearing?”

“Oh, this?” Breeze asks, turning. “I wasn’t sure if these were yours or mine, and all my stuff is in the laundry. Is this okay?”

“Of course it’s mine.” Claudio’s starting to turn a little red. “Those pants are far too long on you, clearly. Take them off.”

“Alright.”

“No!” Claudio says. Too quickly. Breeze pauses midway through pushing the gear pants down his legs.

“Why not?” Breeze says, smiling up at Claudio. He teases down the waistband a little more, knowing his hipbones are starting to pop out. Claudio’s eyes flash down, then flick back up to Breeze’s face. He’s even redder. “Don’t you want your gear back? You seemed upset I’m wearing them.” He turns and shoves the waistband down so his ass pops out. “Better?”

“I – didn’t say I wanted you to take them off. I…” He trails off. “Fuck.”

Breeze can taste the victory as he flattens his hands against the wall and sticks his ass out. “Yeah?”

He’s waiting. And then he hears the door slam.

“What the fuck?” He pushes off the wall and pulls the gear pants back up. “Claudio?”

His phone vibrates on the coffee table and he picks it up to see a brand new text from Claudio.

You and your perfect ass in my clothes will not cause me to break, menace.

~

Breeze pauses in the doorway of their house, wondering if there’s a word for déjà vu on the other side. “What are you doing?”

“I felt the house needed some deep cleaning,” Claudio says. It takes Breeze a hundred hours before he processes the words. Claudio is sweaty and shirtless, holding up their couch with one arm and mopping underneath it with the other. The shorts are small, almost too tight, and they draw attention to Claudio’s thighs like his old trunks used to.

Breeze feels his entire body do a 180. He’d been pissed off and bitchy from the traffic, ready to storm in here and kill some people in Halo or something, but now…now he’s hard and obsessed and wiggling. “Do you think it looks good?”

Breeze glances around. He hasn’t noticed anything that needed to be cleaned. He had no idea. His eyes flash back onto Claudio’s glistening skin and bulging biceps. “What?”

“Are you alright, Tyler?” Claudio asks, and he can hear the tease in Claudio’s voice. Hell, he can taste it. “You look a bit red. Are you sick?”

“I – I’m –” Breeze strides past Claudio, throws open the door to the back patio, empties his pockets and hands onto a pool chair, and throws himself into the pool. He’s still in his clothes, sandals, hat. He doesn’t care.

He surfaces to see Claudio laughing hysterically, looking down at him.

“You will break soon, darling,” he sighs. He kneels down and blows a kiss to Breeze, who is still up to his shoulders in freezing cold water. “I can’t wait.”

~

Breeze knows that going on UpUpDownDown wearing Claudio’s BCC hat was a risk, company and all, but it is backward and you can’t read the label.

“That’s a choice,” Creed says, flicking the brim. “Upper management might kick your ass.”

“I’m fine,” Breeze says, flicking the concern away. “It’s a black hat from the back.”

Creed raises an eyebrow. “It is, but, like…” He stares at Breeze. “Are you doing this to mess with Claudio?”

“I do everything to mess with Claudio,” Breeze replies, and remains steady as Creed examines him.

“I won’t defend this to anyone,” Creed says. “Just want you to know that.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

They’re mid-stream when Claudio texts Breeze, Are you wearing my hat?

It’s a regular black cap. You’re a little obsessed.

I know it’s mine. It has the small bleach stain from painting the bathroom.

Does it?

I am going to ruin you.

Breeze grins his way through the rest of the stream. There’s no way Claudio makes his way through this without breaking.

He’s smug the whole way back home in the Lyfts, in the airport, on the plane. He swaggers into the house, ready to claim victory –

And almost combusts. It’s not fair he’s done this two times. It’s not fair Claudio gets to throw him off guard when he’s the one who wore Claudio’s stupid sex cult hat on his head during a stream for the opposite company.

“Is everything alright?” Claudio asks, and it’s absolutely a dick move that he’s doing one handed, sweaty pushups in the middle of the living room in nothing but a pair of shorts so small they have to be Breeze’s. He looks up on the push and waves with the hand behind his back.

It takes Breeze a second to realize the weird whining noise is coming from him.

Claudio jumps to his feet without an ounce of effort and walks toward Breeze. “You sound distressed,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb against Breeze’s lower lip. It’s a direct attack. Breeze can feel his resolve cracking under the pressure, a single, sharp-cornered line splitting off. He knows: one more hit and he’s done.

“You sound stupid,” Breeze retorts.

“Oh, now,” Claudio chuckles. “No I don’t. I can tell you’re about to break.” He settles a hand on Breeze’s waist. “Give in, love. Is winning really worth this torment?”

“Yes,” Breeze squeaks out. All he’s had in the past three weeks are kisses before bed, sweet and quick and chaste. Claudio has fought dirty with grazing touches, sweet nothings, things that aren’t technically groping but close enough to get Breeze’s dick hard.

“You wore my hat on WWE programming,” Claudio says. The world has zoned in to two places: his demanding, hard dick, and Claudio’s face. “You’re taking unreasonable risks, darling.”

“You’re doing pushups on the bare floor for god knows how long, waiting for me to get home,” Breeze says. “That’s risky. You could run out of energy. I could have found you moaning and in pain on the floor.”

Claudio all out laughs now. “Do you really think I could get that tired from pushups?”

Breeze swallows. “Probably?”

“Is that a question?”

“Are you a dick?”

“Are you asking for my dick?”

“Always,” Breeze scoffs.

“Alright then.” Claudio hauls him in and kisses him, and Breeze realizes what he’s done. He can’t even enjoy the kiss, has to pull back and look up, horrified, at Claudio.

“I didn’t break!” Breeze insists, head spinning. “I didn’t – you tricked me!”

“You asked for my dick,” Claudio says, grinning. “Isn’t that admitting failure?”

“It isn’t!” Breeze shakes his head. “It’s – you kissed me first. I didn’t kiss you.”

“You asked me to kiss you.”

“Did not!” Breeze says. “You asked if I wanted your dick, I said always, and then you kissed me.”

Claudio blinks. “Only because you asked.”

“I didn’t. I said always, but that wasn’t me saying I was caving in the moment.”

Claudio’s face begins to shift. “You lost. I won.”

“I think you lost, because you were trying so hard to trick me.” Breeze grins up at him. “I win because you fucked up!”

“That isn’t – well, we both get to have sex, so I suppose we both win, don’t we?”

“Not how it works, Swiss!” Bree bounces, giddy. He won. He beat Claudio, on a technicality, sure, but he beat Claudio. “You lost! You chugsed up a sex game!”

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring Cole up when we both have erections.”

Breeze shrugs. “Fair. Get on the couch.”

“On the couch,” Claudio says, nodding. “I see where you’re going.”

“Full circle, big guy.” He gets his clothes off and shoves down Claudio’s shorts. “Heh. Big guy.”

“Stop making sex jokes and get over here,” Claudio says. He rolls his eyes and sits down on the couch with his legs spread. Breeze looks for a moment, taking it in.

“So, um,” he says. “Since I win, do I get to decide anything?”

“Sure, as long as you decide to get over here.”

“Fair point.” Breeze throws his legs over Claudio’s hips, their cocks sliding together. They both moan. “Please tell me you still have that stupid storage container with the lube on the table.”

“Of course,” Claudio says, looking mildly affronted. “Frankly, I assumed you would have broken on the day I cleaned the living room, so I restocked that morning.” He leans over and grabs a bottle, wiggling it.

“And now I’m the one who won,” Breeze says. “God, does that sting? Does it make you –”

Claudio’s yanked him into a kiss, something almost punishing and beyond good. Breeze leans into it, arms around Claudio’s shoulders, desperate for more contact. They roll their hips, cocks sliding against each other, and Breeze thinks he could lose his resolve before he gets what he really wants. He pulls away, a little smug at the way Claudio tries to follow him.

“Get in me,” Breeze says, “now.”

“I can’t so soon,” Claudio says with sparkling eyes.

“Then – Jesus Christ, Swiss, stop it. You already lost. Get it together.”

“Careful, or I won’t let you come.”

Breeze scoffs. “Please. A light breeze could take me over the edge right now. It’s why I want you to fuck me now so I don’t lose it early like a seventeen year old.”

“Fine,” Claudio says. “Turn and stand.”

“What?”

“Turn and stand,” Claudio says. “I haven’t been allowed to touch you the way I want for days. I want to watch as I open you up.”

His breath shuddering, Breeze stands. Claudio knocks his legs apart.

“Hands braced on the coffee table, love,” Claudio directs.

Breeze does so, head swimming. The first stroke of Claudio’s hand down his crack sends his dick from hard to painfully hard, and he knows one touch in the right place would have him making an embarrassing mess across the table. “Faster, come on,” Breeze says through gritted teeth. “Don’t make me embarrass myself.”

The slick, blunt tip of a finger traces his hole, then another hand spreads his cheeks and squeezes. “How,” Claudio murmurs, “is every part of you so pretty.”

It’s a battle of wills inside Breeze’s head not to blow it right there, between his desperation to come and need to feel all of Claudio before this is over. “It’s my-my thing,” Breeze interrupts himself with a whimper as Claudio grazes over his prostate. He rolls his hips. “More, come on.”

“Pretty is your thing.” Claudio’s quiet, though, and meticulous. It feels like he’s dragging it out on purpose.

“Is this punishment because I called you out for losing?” Breeze asks. “Because that’s on you. You didn’t think through your idea. You had horny brain.”

“Perhaps I’m enjoying the view,” Claudio says, and he finally adds a second finger. It’s still not enough, not as thick or as satisfying as Claudio’s cock, but it’s close. “Sometimes I wish I could watch as I fucked you. See it all back.”

“I have said it before,” Breeze rolls his hips back more insistently, “all you gotta do is let me set up the gaming cameras, and we can record anything you want.”

“Perhaps next time,” Claudio says. His voice is deeper, a little rougher. “I’m unable wait the time necessary to set up.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna fuck me now?” Breeze asks.

Claudio yanks Breeze back. “I am.”

“Cool.” Breeze shifts and stands, turning so they’re face to face. “But like this. I want to be able to see you.” He smiles. “And kiss you, when I want.”

“It is impossible how you can go from horrible to sweet so quickly,” Claudio grumbles, but he assists Breeze in angling himself so the tip of Claudio’s cock teases at his hole. “Don’t go too fast, I don’t want you to hurt your –”

Breeze sinks down, stretch and fullness and right flooding his mind.

“You are,” Claudio says, “absolutely impossible.”

“Don’t see you complaining.”

Breeze leans forward and kisses Claudio, and they rock together. It’s electricity, fireworks, all those stupid jokes and metaphors Breeze has always found excessive. But it’s been long enough, or he loves Claudio enough, or he’s horny enough, that he sees it all making sense.

He mentions it to Claudio in one of their brief breaks in kissing. Claudio smiles at him. “Those, if I’m not mistaken, are your neurons firing.”

“So you’re literally blowing my mind,” Breeze says, shifting his angle so Claudio’s cock is dragging right up against his prostate. “Of course. Fuck. Even science says you’re perfect.”

“Who am I to argue with science?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Claudio wraps a huge hand around Breeze’s cock, stroking in time with Breeze’s rolls and his own thrusts, and Breeze gives up holding back.

“Fucking – love you, Swiss,” Breeze croaks. And then he comes between the two of them, making a mess on both of their bellies and chests. He feels marked with Claudio from every touch, and maybe it’s all fair that Breeze marks him a little too.”

“I love you, Tyler.” Claudio’s grip on Breeze’s hip is iron as he shoves up into Breeze one last time, and Breeze feels claimed. He drops his forehead against Claudio’s.

“Okay,” Breeze pants. “Okay, I agree. We both won.”

Claudio kisses his cheek. “Yes,” he murmurs, “we did.”

~

Mini Playlist: Breeze - Wrestle and Flow Clothes Off - Amiigos Touch Me - Katharine McPhee Animals - Maroon 5

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Request: Yes / No hello! im sorry if this is too specific😭 just had this idea can u write a draco x fem reader where they’re like best friends but fancy each other and one day she’s on his bed and somehow he notices or sees she’s wet and teases her abt it but she’s like that bc she just saw a hot pic of him on her phone or sumn? and then he quickly took her phone and finds out its bc of him? and then SMUT PLEASE😭 we love details😼 thxx i love your writing!!! Anon

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Draco’s POV

I was in my room studying for the upcoming OWL’s and Y/N, my best friend, was sitting on my bed looking through her phone. She was supposed to study with me, but of course she just ended up on her phone. It was a little annoying, but she somehow always got amazing grades anyway. 

“You know we’re supposed to be studying and not on our phones.” I said, turning to face her. She rolled her eyes and continued to look at her phone. 

“Oh please Draco, we both know I’ll be perfectly fine.” She said and I rolled my eyes. 

“It would be nice to have someone to help me.” I mumbled. “You’ll be fine too Draco.” She said, not paying attention to anything I was really saying at this point. I watched her adjust her position and saw that I could see up her skirt. I blushed slightly and went to look away, but I noticed that she was wet. 

“Somethings got you all hot and bothered ay Y/N/N?” I asked and she looked at me with wide eyes. She quickly closed her legs and blushed deeply. 

“What on earth could have you so turned on at this moment?” I asked with a smirk and walked over to her. I reached for her phone, but she moved it out of my reach. 

“Piss off Draco!” She said, still blushing bright red. 

“Let me see!” I said with a huge smirk. The two of us wrestled over her phone for a few moments, but I ultimately won. I unlocked her phone and found what she was looking at. It was a picture of me. My eyes widened and I looked up to find Y/N blushing an even deeper shade of red. 

“Y-You were getting turned on because of me?” I asked, still in shock that my best friend since we were kids was actually getting horny because of me. 

“You’re very attractive Draco, you can’t blame a girl…” She mumbled. 

“You think I’m attractive?” I asked with a smirk. 

“Shut up! This is embarrassing enough already!” She said and I chuckled slightly. I placed her phone on my bedside table and sat next to her on my bed. She looked over at me, a blush still clear on her features. I gently pulled her face to mine and kissed her. At first she was shocked, but she recovered after a moment and kissed me back. Her lips tasted sweet, just the way I always thought they would. I gently pushed her back onto the bed and deepened the kiss. I pushed my leg in between hers and smirked when I felt her wetness on my knee. She moaned as I pushed my knee into her a bit and held me closer. 

“Please Draco…” She whimpered when we pulled apart for air. 

“I need you to do something for me first.” I said and sat up on my knees. I undid my belt and pushed my pants down along with my boxers, to reveal my erection. Her eyes widened at my size, but smirked. 

“I see I turned you on too.” She said and leaned down so her mouth was only an inch from my mouth. 

“You did, now it’s time you take care of it.” I said and she smirked up at me. 

“Yes sir.” She said and immediately doce her head down and took me into her mouth, no hesitation. It was incredible, but I never, ever thought this would be happening with her. What excited me even more was that I had this beautiful girl that was intent on pleasuring me. I was the focus in this moment. I was the one being taken care of, but of course I was going to return the favor. 

I watched as she bobbed her head up and down my dick. Then it really started to set in how amazing this was actually feeling. Y/N knew how to suck cock, but to my knowledge she’s never done anything with anyone before. Yet, here she was, sucking me like a pro. She had started off bobbing her head quickly, but then started slowing down. Suddenly the pressure around my cock grew immensely. She hollowed out her cheeks and was going nice and slow, but kept deep down my shaft. The sensation was overwhelming! I couldn’t hold out much longer and I placed my hand on the back of her head to let her know I was going to cum soon. She responded by taking me deeper into her mouth, going further up and down on my cock and almost taking it all. Finally I couldn’t hold on any longer. 

“Bloody hell Y/N! I’m going to cum!” I moaned and added a second hand on her head, gripping her hair roughly as I held her mouth deep on my cock. She moaned as I exploded into her waiting mouth. She managed to gulp it all down as I pumped pulse after pulse of my cum down her throat. I never felt an orgasm as amazing as this before. 

When I was finally done, I released Y/N’s head. When she pulled away she opened her mouth and revealed that she had managed to save some of my cum. It was so hot! Then she closed her mouth and swallowed, then opened it back up to show me that every last drop was now down her throat. 

“That was tasty.” Y/N said with a devilish smile. 

“Was I a good girl?” She asked and I smirked. 

“Yes you were, now shut up and kiss me.” I said. 

“But I’m supposed to clean your cock.” She said with a slight pout and started leaning down to do so. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was forced to look up at me. 

“That can wait, I said I need you to kiss me now.” I said. The lust in her eyes was no doubt shared in my own. I pulled her face towards mine and my lips pressed to hers. For a moment I just held her there, our lips motionless against each other. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Then she put her hand on my face and the two of us let our dance together. I moved to sit down properly on the bed and pulled her into my lap. Her arms locked around my neck and we started passionately making out. My tongue found hers and I was able to taste myself, but I didn’t care. I was more interested with the way her tongue was battling mine. I didn’t want to stop kissing her. I could feel her pull me, silently telling me that she wanted more of this. Of course neither of us were quiet, our moans filling the room. Eventually our fingers found their way to each other’s clothes. One moment the two of us were clothed and the next we were completely naked. I don’t quite know how it happened exactly, because I don’t remember our lips ever leaving each other. However, once we were naked I laid her down on my bed. My cock seemed to know exactly where it was meant to go, because I felt her wet pussy and pushed inside. 

That’s when I realised I was inside her. I was inside Y/N. I was inside my best friend. My best friend that got turned on because she finds me attractive. Then it hit me what was happening. I didn’t ask her if it was alright. I needed to stop. I pulled out of her and regrettably parted my lips from her. She let out a whine. 

“No, please Draco don’t stop, love me.” She said. I smiled slightly and felt my heart skip a beat as she begged me to love her. 

“Sex isn’t love. However, I intend to make love to you, which is why I stopped.” I said and she looked at me confused. 

“You aren’t making sense.” She said. 

“You just pleasured me orally, it’s time I return the favor.” I said and she smiled. I dove my face into her sweet wet pussy and started licking away. I have to say, she tasted amazing. I could eat her all day. 

My tongue worked her like I never have before. I had given most of my few girlfriends this treatment before, but this time was different. This time was going to be more special. This girl I truly cared about and wanted to hear her pleasure. I hit every spot I knew would excite her. My lips trapped her clit and I began to tase the tip with my tongue. That got her moaning loudly. Then I started kissing the edge of her lips. My kisses migrated to her amazing thighs and I kissed and sucked her beautifully smooth skin. Her moan increased and I was beginning to worry that someone might hear her. However, that didn’t stop me, I moved from one thigh to the other. Y/N getting louder and louder. Finally I went back to her pussy and once again sucked her clit, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned loudly again, but I wanted to give her more pleasure, so I pushed two fingers inside her. As I pumped them inside her while sucking her clit, I started to hear her moan in a low tone. I lapped away at her wet pussy as her hand gripped my hair. 

“Draco!” She moaned. Hearing her moan my name gave me some encouragement and I began licking faster, adding a third finger inside her. 

“Oh Draco!” She moaned again. I increased my efforts, pushing my fingers as deeply as I could inside her as I traced her pussy lips with my tongue. She just kept moaning my name. 

Using my free hand I started working her ass, pulling it to me so I could bury myself deeper into her. For a moment I removed my fingers from inside her and pushed my tongue as deeply inside her as I could manage. Y/N started moaning my name louder, so I know she was enjoying herself. When I started to tire out my tongue from trying to push it in as deeply as I could, I moved back to her thighs. This time I gently nibbled at her legs which got a very positive response as she gripped my head harder and moaned louder. Eventually I dove my face back into her sweet pussy and pushed my fingers back inside. Once again she let out a loud moan as I fingered her and licked her clit. She moaned louder and I felt her tighten around her fingers. Once she came she started gasping for air. 

“Draco please stop, I already came!” She said and I pulled away from her. My face was soaked in her juices. I smiled with a slightly cocky expression. 

“Did you enjoy that?” I asked. 

“Yes, you got me twice.” She said and my eyes widened slightly. 

“What?” I asked. 

“You made me cum twice. I tried to tell you but you made me feel so good, I couldn’t find the willpower to stop you.” She said and I chuckled. 

“So that’s why you were saying my name.” I said and she giggled. 

“Yes.” She said with a slight blush. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” I said. 

“I loved it.” She said. For a moment the two of us just stared into each other’s eyes. Then it dawned on me, I wanted to fuck her, but I wasn’t sure how to say it. 

“Now, love me.” She said and pulled me back on top of her. I lined my cock up to her pyss, but before I pushed into her I looked into her eyes. 

“I do love you.” I said and her eyes widened. 

“What are you saying?” She asked. 

“I’m saying I love you. I’m in love with you, it’s always been you.” I said. Part of me worried that saying it would ruin everything, but she proved one of the many reasons why she was my best friend. 

“I love you too Draco, I always have.” She said without hesitation. I knew she meant it. Somehow, something that we had never realized about each other had suddenly clicked for us. We were in love with each other. All these years we thought we were just best friends, we each secretly wanted more. 

I smiled and gave her a quick kiss before pushing myself inside her. We stayed that way for a little while, just me inside her. We were connected in the most intimate way and we weren’t about to go back. Slowly I started to pump my hard on inside her. It wasn’t long before we understood each other’s rhythm and we were moving together in sync. We loved each other and it only heightened the sensation of her pussy moving over my shaft. Our hands began to wander, pulling at each other, clawing at each other, showing that we desired each other. Every move we made as we had sex was to make it to that we were closer to each other, even if it was only a millimeter closer. We tried to pull each other as close to one another as we could as I thrusted faster and faster. 

Excitement increased in both of us as our climaxes began to stir inside us. My thrusts bagan getting sloppy and I knew I was close to cumming. 

“I love you.” Y/N whispered. 

“I love you too.” I said. 

“I’m cumming!” She moaned. 

“Me too!” I groaned. The both of us reached out orgasm together. My cum rocketed inside her and she let out a moan. It was then I realized I hadn’t worn a condom. Slowly out orgasms came to an end and we slowly calmed down. When we stopped moving I looked into her eyes and could see the love she had for me. I wondered how many times I had missed that look. I brought my head down and kissed her softly. I loved this girl, this beautiful girl, and she loved me. 

Eventually our lips parted and I pulled myself out of her. Regret sat in. I had cum inside her without a condom and now she could end up pregnant. 

“I-I’m sorry.” I said and she looked at me confused. 

“What do you mean?” She asked sitting up. 

“I didn’t use a condom…” I said and she just smiled. 

“It’ll be fine Draco, don’t worry.” She said and pecked my lips. 

“What if-” 

“Hush, don’t ruin the moment.” She said cutting me off.

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[howdoyousleep3]

Hello and Happy Friday! Let us consider:

Three-Day Weekend Daddy.

This started as a harmless and specific Headcannon that turned into a pairing and version of Steve that I...well I just can’t stop fucking thinking about. This has always been my favorite gif of Evans and I am downright tickled that this has morphed into something that will never leave my mind.

This is definitely Stucky (I know my other HCs haven’t been) and definitely the longest Headcannon I’ve ever posted so as per usual, I advise you to buckle up. :)

This Steve actually is a little bit of a rich Daddy but it’s new money, like he sold his start up or something, was self-taught on the skills he used to build his own company up from the ground

He likes to work with his hands, doesn’t want to change anything he’s been doing all along simply because he has the money now

Mows his own lawn, tampers with his motorcycle and car, attempts to fix household problems before calling in an expert

Is intelligent, a quick-learner, a universal natural talent

Could not put a number on the amount of trucker hats he owns

Never takes himself too seriously

Owns a boat

Is extremely tan in the summertime, never wears a shirt, waves at everyone when they’re on the lake

Likes to take care of his body but does not believe in cardio, has a tiniest bit of a soft lower belly that he complains about, but loves beer too much to do anything about it

Bucky fucking gags for it, kisses at his belly--wet, open-mouth, sloppy as all hell--on his way down for a suck job 

Speaking of Daddy’s lil’ bunny...

Bucky comes from a background with a slightly higher place in society than Steve did (which Bucky isn’t particularly a fan of and probably why it was easier to fall for Steve) and so sometimes he ends up teaching Steve little things

The first time Steve meets Bucky’s parents at a nice dinner place Bucky has to kind of whisper to Steve under his breath about which spoon to use and where his water glass goes 

Takes Bucky to dates at expensive seafood places and also Waffle House

Bucky jokes about taking ballroom dancing lessons and Steve fucking makes that happen, looks like a fucking fool trying to follow Bucky’s natural grace but he’s smiling like he won the lottery the whole damn time

Wakes up hard damn near every morning, nibbles on Bucky’s shoulder, his ear, “can’t help it, darlin’, not when I wake up with my dick nestled between these sweet cheeks, goddamn”

They stumbled upon the appeal of the Daddy Kink by complete accident

“Look at you: mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, working on your bike, marinating steaks-- you somebody's Daddy or somethin’?” Bucky jokes one day but it results in Steve pressing Bucky in tight against the counter, whispering in his ear, “You wan’me to be your Daddy, baby? I’ll be your Daddy, darlin’...”

And then Bucky is just so fucking knocked off his feet by the never-ending onslaught of his own arousal that ‘Daddy’ is actually the only word he can form when Steve puts him chest-down on the kitchen counter and fucks his ass so hard the cabinet doors won’t stay closed

This Daddy lives for three-day weekends where he can spend time outside and invite people over...

Bucky feels like a little housewife when he brings Steve a glass of water (“it’s hot, you need to stay hydrated. You can’t always drink beer, punk”) or beer or lunch and Steve squeezes at his hips or his ass, kisses him sloppy on the cheek, “Look at’chu, thank you, honey...”

It’s a really hot fuckin’ day and Steve is definitely overdue for a haircut, but Bucky just can’t stop staring at the little droplets of sweat that collect at the tail of each tendril of Steve’s hair where it sticks out from under his hat to lay against Steve’s neck

Wears swim trunks that hit well above his knees and makes Bucky wanna lick the inside of his thighs, a length that isn’t as masculine as you might expect on Steve “where’s the grill brush” rogers, but it somehow adds to all that virility seeping out through Steve’s pores

Asks, “What is this song? Who sings this?” to every other song on Bucky’s playlist

Turns his hat around backwards at one point and it’s how Bucky knows he’s a little tipsy, a little loose

Bucky has to tell him to put on a shirt when he goes to grill but Steve is a stubborn sonofabitch and Bucky doesn’t fight too hard because Daddy looks good in front of that grill, beer in one hand, tongs in the other, broad and glistening all over

Steve is always asking what kind of beer Bucky is drinking and asking him if he likes the taste of that one, the hops in this one, offering suggestions on what he might try next, not because Steve is a beer snob but because he just wants to keep tabs on what Bucky likes to drink so he can buy more next time and just because he thinks it’s interesting to know his baby’s thoughts on that kind of stuff

Jokes about a hot dog eating contest with a wink thrown Bucky’s way

Wrestles and tosses Bucky into the pool, jumps in anyway after Bucky pouts, “Goddamnit, Bucky…”, yanks his shirt over his head, dives in

Sneaks hot and heavy kisses against the side of the house like a couple’a teenagers

Fucks like an animal after spending the day being handsy and teasing and looking at Bucky in his swim trunks, strutting around the yard in front of all their fucking friends, and maybe some other Daddy might get jealous ‘cause‘a that but it only makes Steve grin like a damn wolf who’s just put eyes on tonight’s dinner...

Bucky has never wanted Steve’s cock in his mouth more, sucks him off right there on the kitchen floor when everyone leaves, Steve’s trunks barely pulled down his thighs enough, “Fuck, baby, you spent all day thinkin’ about havin’ Daddy’s dick to suck on?”

“Do that thing with your tongue again, that thing from last -- yeah, fuck that’s nice” and “Come on, honey suck on Daddy’s balls, there ya go. Fuck…”

A lot of grinding and pushing and pressing, this Daddy a handsy motherfucker, picks up Bucky right from the floor, hands under Bucky’s armpits, under his ass, carries him up the stairs

Does a lot of “every man” physical labor in the yard, moving furniture etc., and his body isn’t just a machine that he’s gotta work on like his bike, but more like a house that he lives in and knows every detail

Which means that Steve knows his own strength -- even after three or four beers -- and doesn’t actually have to try and be careful with Bucky when he’s tossin’ him around

He’s carefree and confident enough that he trusts his own touch, and it makes everything more passionate and intense for Bucky because if Steve wants to grind on him or squeeze on him or love on him with all of his muscle and bone then he’s just gonna do that, gonna do whatever feels good

Steve wants Bucky on top when they finally get to the bed, wants to feel him all over, run his hands up those thighs, wants to bite at those pretty nipples

Both smell like chlorine and sunscreen, Steve’s beard smells like grill smoke

Stops halfway to orgasm and tells Bucky to turn around, to be Daddy’s little reverse cowgirl so he can spread his cheeks and smush ‘em together and watch the way his slicked-up cock disappears inside

Eyes half-lidded, smirk tugging at his lips slightly, super vocal

Likes to egg Bucky on, encourages him to take what he wants, but also knows Bucky well and knows when he’s about to come and uses that to his advantage, knows Bucky won’t want to come but know what he loves to hear that pushes him over the edge

Has such a mastery of control over his own body that he can bring Bucky over that precipice even when he’s on his back just by pistoning his hips up in just the right way

Prefers to be the one in control when he comes, loves to roll and fuck the both of them into their climax, a groaner, a biter

Sleeps in a little later, morning snuggles galore, goes out to get breakfast, Steve wakes up first and makes sure that Bucky has a fresh bottle of water on his nightstand, it was hot out yesterday...

Eeeee, who else would do bad bad things for this Daddy? 👋

Love you bunches! 😘😘😘

[hutchhitched]

Hold It

Author: @hutchhitched

  Prompt 57: prompt “hey, you’re that asshole that closed the elevator when i yelled at you to hold it!” [submitted by anonymous]

  Rating: T

  Author’s note: I started this story back in April 2019, but it just wouldn’t work. This past November, I finished it during Nanowrimo, but I forgot to post it in the midst of holiday challenges and finishing up other stories. Without further ado, this is my fifth and final submission for the @everlarkficexchange 2019 event.

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“Hold the door! Hold it, please!” Katniss shouted as she sprinted across the lobby of her office building. She wasn’t normally late for work, but she’d had a morning. Missing the elevator would only cap off the worst day of her life.

  “That’s hyperbole,” she muttered as she sprinted the last few yards over the marble floor. As she skidded to a stop in front of the elevator bank, she watched in disbelief as a stocky blonde guy with a cocky grin on his face and sinfully blue eyes waggled his fingers at her as the door slid shut.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she cursed and pounded on the closed doors. “Why are you such a dick?!”

  Infuriated, she stomped over to the call button and stabbed it. She fumed as she watched the other elevators creep downward as slowly as possible. She was sure they decelerated just to make her late for work.

  She finally settled at her desk (ten minutes late) and pulled out the files she needed to get through before noon. She hated her job—a soulless entry level position in corporate banking that made her want to chuck it all and go full Thoreau. She was sure holing up in a cabin in the woods and living off the land would make her happier than the rat race she currently lived. But the money was decent, and that’s what she needed for another few months at the very minimum.

  The day didn’t get any better as the hours passed and she entered row after row of numbers and figures. Hour after hour. Column after column. Until finally…

  She trudged home at the close of day, still pissed at the nameless guy who’d intentionally left her in the lobby and mocked her as the doors shut in her face. She couldn’t shake that something seemed familiar about him, but the last thing she wanted to do was spend any more time considering that bastard.

  When she reached her apartment, she unlocked the door and tossed her keys on the side table before moving across the room to the kitchen where boyfriend—gorgeous, kind, patient, and immensely talented Peeta—sat with a cup of hot cocoa and her favorite pastry, his cheese buns from a family recipe.

  “Hey,” she murmured and threw herself into his arms. “I missed you today.”

  Peeta hugged her tightly and kissed the tip of her nose. “I missed you, too. Sorry about this morning. I had a bad one.”

  “It’s okay. I know how frustrating your family can be. It’s not your fault you got a call from them today, completely out of the blue.”

  “Still,” he insisted.

  “Still,” she agreed, “you could have handled things better.”

  “I could have. I’m sorry.” He was silent for a minute and then released her. “My brother drives me up the wall. Why, after all this time, did he decide he wants to be part of my life again?”

  Katniss cradled his face and kissed him firmly on the mouth. “I don’t know, but I do know you’re an amazing person. Maybe he realized he’s missing something really special.”

  Peeta smiled wryly and squeezed her hand. “Maybe.”

  “Or maybe he misses your cooking.”

  “I refuse to have another family holiday with that man, no matter how much he begs. He’ll never get my cheese buns again,” he insisted.

  Smiling, she gave a soft whoop in support of his declaration. “More for me, then.”

  “Your cocoa’s getting cold,” he said. “Go ahead.”

  Peeta’s phone rang just as she settled onto a stool and took the first sip of hot chocolate. He glanced at the screen and cursed. Sucking in a long breath, he held it for several seconds and then answered the call.

  “Hello. What do you want, Graham? No, I’m not going to discuss Mom. No. No. I’m not— Graham, tell me what you want before I discontinue this call. Yes, discontinue. No, I’m not putting on airs. God damn it, Graham! You’re a pretentious ass.”

  Katniss reached over and put her hand on Peeta’s arm to calm him. His breathing quickened and face reddened as he listened to his brother speak. He squeezed his eyes closed and pursed his lips for several moments before answering.

  “I don’t really want to meet, no. Because we haven’t seen each other in years. Because I intentionally haven’t contacted any of you. You know why, Graham. No, it’s not okay to pretend things are fine between us.”

  He paused again, and she could hear a rush of words from the phone. He looked pained, and she longed to ease the turmoil.

  “Fine!” he snapped. “Fine. I’ll meet you—we’ll meet you tomorrow. My girlfriend. Yes, I have a girlfriend. Shut up. Stop now. Text me the specifics. Whatever.”

  Peeta hung up and dropped the phone onto the counter in disgust. She raised her eyebrows at him, but he leapt to his feet and began pacing before she could form a sentence.

  “What’s going on?” she asked and snaked her arms around his waist.

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. He wants to talk about Mom. I’d rather strip naked and run through the streets.”

  “I wouldn’t mind stripping you down,” she teased and slipped her hands under his shirt.

  “Mmmm…” He leaned down and kissed her, and she melted against him. “I’d like that.”

  “I’d like it, too.”

  He moved into her, but she could tell his heart wasn’t in it. He wound her braid around his palm and pulled her head back so he could explore her mouth better. She pressed into him, but his mind was clearly somewhere else.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He sighed and dropped his hands down to her waist. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m just…”

  “You’re just…?”

  “I’m just not really in the mood. I’m sorry.”

  “Peeta, you don’t have to apologize for being upset. I know your family is something that really bothers you.” She carded her fingers through his hair and kissed his jaw where she knew he liked it. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen. If you want to sit in front of the TV and drink cocoa and watch mindless TV and say nothing, I’ll sit next to you.”

  “Love you,” he murmured with a soft smile. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  “Love you back.”

  “Let’s go watch some bad television and drink spiked hot chocolate and fall asleep on the couch after having some really dirty sex.”

  “You have the best ideas.”

  “Hold it. Let me get my phone. I need to record you saying that.”

  She rolled her eyes and pushed him toward the living room. “Shhhh… You talk too much.”

  “Better show me something else to do with that mouth then.”

  “Challenge accepted.”

  ****

  “Are you sure this shirt goes with these pants?” Peeta asked for the fourth time, and Katniss wanted to throw something at him.

  “For the five thousandth time, darling, you look amazing.”

  “I don’t know…”

  “Do you really care what your outfit looks like? You’re just meeting your brother—the brother you haven’t seen in years and who wants to try to talk you out of the family business again.”

  He scoffed and made a face at himself in the mirror. “No better way to make Graham mad than to look like I have it all together. He such a narcissist. Hates it when I’m presentable, let alone looking better than him. Besides, it’s hardly a family business anymore, is it? I’m the only Mellark still involved.”

  “That’s because you have vision and foresight and a brilliant business mind and didn’t want to exploit the hell out of your dad’s dream the way your brothers and mom did. You know as well as I do that there would be no Mellarks if it wasn’t for you,” Katniss said firmly. “Graham would have run it into the ground in three months.”

  “Tell my mom that,” he grumbled and straightened his tie.

  “I would, but she hates me.”

  “You have the worst in-laws.”

  “In-laws-to-be someday,” she chuckled. “But I sure did get the best of batch when I found you.”

  “Thanks for going with me tonight. Thanks for being my shield.”

  “That’s what you and I do. Protect each other.”

  Thirty minutes later, Peeta tugged her across the restaurant and wound his way over to a table near the windows where a stocky, blonde man waited with appraising eyes. There was something familiar about him, but Katniss wasn’t sure exactly why.

  “Peeta,” the man said as they drew near. His voice was arrogant and cocky, and her spine stiffened.

  “Graham,” Peeta answered in a bite and tightened his grip on her fingers like she was his lifeline.

  Peeta’s brother smirked at them and wiggled his fingers in a little wave. Katniss gasped and narrowed her eyes. Her scowl turned into an outright glare, and she huffed a few times before she couldn’t deny her annoyance.

  “Hey, you’re that asshole that closed the elevator when I yelled at you to hold it! What a treat. My boyfriend’s brother is a jackass.”

  Graham considered her and clearly found her wanting. “Peeta always did like them feisty. Can’t say that I blame him.”

  “I beg you not to finish that statement,” Peeta warned.

  “Why? What are you gonna do? Beat me up?”

  “If I have to.”

  “Ah, little brother. I can still whip your ass. Just like I did every year in the wrestling championships. Always second best.”

  Katniss looked at her boyfriend and saw red. He was pale and trembling, which was nothing like the confident, sexy, compassionate man she knew.

  “I think you should apologize to Peeta,” she suggested, but Graham clearly didn’t have a lick of sense.

  “I don’t really think I want to.”

  “That’s really too bad,” she lamented with so much sarcasm she was surprised the words didn’t catch on fire as they came out of her mouth. “I really don’t want to do this either, except I really do.”

  “What?”

  “This,” she answered and punched him in the nose. She grinned at the satisfying crunch and turned to Peeta. “You know, hon, suddenly I’m not very hungry. You want to get out of here?”

  “Absolutely,” he beamed at her.

  With as much grace as they could muster, they headed to the door. A man was just entering when Katniss called, “Hold it, please.”

  This time, there was no finger waggling. Instead, the door was wide open when Peeta and Katniss breezed out of the restaurant and into the night air.

[heroicadventurists]

Batgirls: The Legacy and Discord among fans

My journey into comics started in the 90s, thanks in large part to the X-Men cartoon. I loved everything about The X-Men; their powers, their fight for equality and their strong female characters. I started reading X-Men comics religiously until I graduated from college and started working at a bank.

Fast forward 9 years, and I go to my first comic book convention and I'm sucked in again. This time around, I'm interested in the Batfamily. I start buying bat related comics and my favorite character changes from Gambit to Red Hood. I actually love all of the Robins; and of course the only Batgirl I have ever known, Barbara Gordon, from the 90s cartoon.

I joined Tumblr to engage with the fandom and to my surprise, there is discord among Batgirl fans (specifically Babs, Cass and Steph). Some fans refuse to call the current Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, her vigilante name; and instead refer to her as Babsgirl?!?! Some Cass fans think Stephanie didn't deserve the mantle; and Stephanie fans don't think she gets the respect she deserves. I'm blown away, and slightly entertained by all of this. The rivalry is real among the Batgirls, moreso than what I've seen with the Robins. Let's talk about it.

Transitions of Power

When I think of Batgirls, I think of Robins. They are both equally important to the Batman mythos. At some point, for whatever reason, a Robin or Batgirl has transitioned out of the role. The transitions between the two groups have been slightly different.

Robins do not give up their mantle readily. They become jealous, angry and downright scary when they are "replaced".

Dick wrestling Robin Jason after a mission; Tim defeating Robin Damian in a fight; Damian defeating Robin Duke and the entire We are Robin crew; Jason defeating Robin Tim.

Now let's compare the Batgirl transitions.

In both Batgirl situations, the predecessor supports the transition of power (even if begrudgingly). There is no violence. The Batgirls handle the situation with more dignity and respect than the Robins. In the Robin's defense, their mantles were either forcibly taken from them or they were not aware they were replaced. The bitterness with The Robins is real.

You Deserve It 👏🏽..👏🏼.. 👏🏻👏🏾 ..👏🏿

I have been seeing several posts lately saying Stephanie didn't deserve the Batgirl mantle, and I wholeheartedly disagree. Again, let's compare the Batgirls to their male counterparts. Robin was created by Dick Grayson, however he outgrew the mantle and Batman's control. Missing Dick, Bruce made Jason his Robin after catching him trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile. That's all it took.

Tim truly put in the work to get the mantle of Robin, so it was probably a slap in the face when Dick took it from him and gave it to Damian. At this point in Damian's arc, he was insufferable. He was violent, arrogant and full of rage (not his fault). He did not deserve Robin; but to stop him from leaving Gotham, Dick handed it to him.

So we have 2 Robins who deserved it and 2 who did not, but by the end of their runs, all 4 made the mantle their own and are dynamic characters to this day.

Stephanie 100% deserved Batgirl. Before becoming Batgirl, Stephanie was already in the batfamily and operated as Spoiler. She even had a brief (and disastrous) stint as Robin. Stephanie was an ally to the bats, and "promoting" her to Batgirl was Bruce's way of saying he recognized her efforts and growth. This was a way to show Stephanie that she truly belonged in their ranks. It was well deserved.

The Batgirls love each other

Another difference between the Batgirls and Robins is their love for one another. These girls support each other, which cannot be said for the Robins. While the relationships with the Robins has vastly approved in New 52 and Rebirth, they still have their moments of discord. I say this because it's ironic that the Batgirl characters get along extremely well and have a sisterhood but the different fandoms have issues.

Babsgirl

When I first saw the phrase "Babsgirl", I didn't understand what it meant. It was only recently that I discovered it was a way to not acknowledge Barbara as the current Batgirl. What a slap in the face to her legacy and history. That's like calling Batman "Bruceman" because you preferred Dick's run better.

Barbara first appeared on the 1960s show Batman and eventually made her way into comics in 1967 (52 years). Barbara helped popularize Batgirl in mainstream media by appearing in animated movies, cartoons, live action shows and video games.

Barbara may not have been the first Batgirl to have a solo series but she laid the foundation for the modern day Batgirl (respect also to Bette Kane).

The Real Issue

The real issue isn't who carries the Batgirl mantle but what they are doing with Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie. Again let's take it back to the Robins. All of the Robins have had their mantles removed but they continued to utilize Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian very strongly in comics and across media platforms.

Dick as Nightwing, Jason as Red Hood, Tim with Young Justice and Damian with the Teen Titans

All of the boys, except Damian right now, actually have personas that are better than Robin. The Robins have been allowed to headline their own comics, lead teams and interact with the larger DC Universe as a whole.

The only Batgirl who has been afforded this luxury is Barbara, which I attitribute to the strong foundation she has built in mainstream media. She has her own comic, she has created and led her own team, and she participates in DC crossover events as a main player.

I believe the divide between Batgirl fans is because the same is not afforded to Cassandra and Stephanie.

After Stephanie stopped being Batgirl, she became Spoiler once again (which is a great character) but she took a supporting role. As far as I know, she has not been on a team outside of a Bat related group. She just showed up in 2 episodes of Young Justice Outsiders that were cameos at best. I haven't seen any plans for her character at the moment, with Tim (her only storyline) being lost in the multiverse.

After Cassandra stopped being Batgirl, she took up the Black Bat mantle (awesome name) but due to legal reasons, DC couldn't continue using the name. Cass dissappeared for a while and returned as Orphan. This name is truly disrespectful because her adoption has been retconned, so it's a constant reminder, in my opinion, that she is not truly family. Things are looking up for Cassandra as she is on a new Bat sanctioned team and is getting a graphic novel. Her live action movie debut is also around the corner.

I think if Spoiler and Black Bat had been priority characters and participated in DC events, and joined teams outside of the batfamily, the discussion of who should be Batgirl wouldn't be a topic. Cass not getting a push isn't a Stephanie or Barbara issue and vice versa. Sometimes characters, no matter how great, don't get the pushes they deserve. There are tons of characters who fit this mold (Stargirl, Vixen, Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, Firestorm etc...). And this is not to minimize the situation. I can't imagine how it would feel to have your favorite character missued (Wally West, Roy Harper).

The Batgirl mantle has been held by 5 amazing women. The three in discussion have all brought something unique and special to the mantle. They have all deserved that mantle and represented it with dignity and respect. When I think of the Batgirls, I think of strong women who support one another. Role Models. Instead of creating dissension, fans of the Batgirls need to unite and push for better opportunities for both Stephanie and Cassandra outside of that mantle. Batgirl does not have to be the highlight of their career.

**I know this does not apply to all Batgirl fans

Much respect to the Batgirls

[kiruuuuu]

Smoke/Lesion oneshot in which both of them come out of the closet. Literally, not figuratively. (Rating E, explicit + hints of fluff, ~3.7k words) - written for @catfacedcryptid​!! Thank you again for commissioning me 💚💚 I had fun writing this ship, their dynamic is intriguing to me :) Find my commission info here!

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“And that concludes everything I have to say on these specific mines. Watch your step, everyone.” Lesion flips the laptop shut as another indicator of his talk being over before addressing the room with a blinding smile. “And break a leg.”

To an outsider, his audience must seem like a sorry excuse of a team – Glaz is doodling absent-mindedly on Jackal’s sleeve while the Spaniard has his eyes closed and seems to be dozing, Smoke is playing a crude imitation of foosball with Valkyrie opposite him (fashioned out of various office supplies), Gridlock is frowning up a storm with her arms crossed and looks ready to chuck the next person to look at her wrong into the trash bin, and Jäger is playing on his phone. And yet Lesion has no doubt that all of them not only understood but also retained the knowledge he passed on to them in preparation for an upcoming deployment in the Middle East: Glaz concentrates better when he draws, Smoke can only absorb large amounts of new information if his hands are occupied, Valkyrie has remarkable focus no matter what, Gridlock simply looks frightful when she’s thinking and Jäger most probably took notes while avoiding general eye contact. As for Jackal, well…

One of the others can fill him in later.

It’s one of the reasons why Rainbow works as well as it does – they draw from the combined experience of some of the best operators from all around the world and funnel their knowledge into a collective benefiting them all. Lesion can’t help but feel an odd sort of pride whenever he watches this group of individual disasters fuse together to form a horrifyingly competent squad.

Right now however, he’d like to fuse with just one member in particular.

“Porter”, he speaks up and is immediately granted full attention, allowing Valkyrie to score with a triumphant cheer. This will never get old, how easily Lesion becomes the Brit’s sole focus. If it’s honest, it’s addicting and he tests it now and then, calls his name from the other end of a room and is filled with a possessive warmth at the instant reaction. “Would you stay a little longer? There’s something I’d like to discuss.”

Bits and pieces fall into place, he can almost watch as the cogs turn in Smoke’s head. He realises this is premeditated, prologued by teasing touches this morning, taunting without providing satisfaction, a few obscure promises made over the past days. Smoke’s gaze darkens, his thoughts visible to Lesion only: So that’s how it’s gonna be. “Sure”, he replies, sounding normal, but Lesion would bet everything on the fact that his heartbeat just quickened.

Work is off limits. It’s a rule Lesion had to explicitly state a few weeks ago after an… incident involving him dropping a remark about Smoke’s gloves which ended up inside and around him in the most pleasurable way possible (filled with Smoke’s fingers, of course), the only problem being the location. Anyone could’ve walked in on them in the changing room, and it was only a fortunate coincidence nobody did. Therefore, Lesion set a rule with the addendum that only he is allowed to bend it – and that’s exactly what he’s doing right now. And Smoke has caught on.

Nothing gives him away. He’s so natural in walking up to Lesion he almost wants to keep poking him, tease him to a point where his composure cracks in front of everyone but this was a rule both of them set, so he doesn’t push it. They’re not ready to make it official yet, despite the quiet words whispered to each other every time they cuddle in bed.

And Smoke is a magnet. Compact body, malicious grin, sharp jaw, confident stride – he’s everything Lesion has always warned others against, only to realise for it to be precisely his weakspot, and now that he’s latched onto him, there’s no hope for him anymore. Not that he’d hope for anything other than being right here, next to this bastard radiating pure smugness.

One second, Smoke is yelling something after Valkyrie, the next his fist is grabbing Lesion’s shirt and dragging him closer. There are days on which he’s clumsy and vulnerable and soft and asking the weirdest questions (has Lesion ever stuck his dick inside a vacuum? No. No, he has not), and on others he’s all low growls and sharp edges and obvious dominance. Today it seems to be the latter and it couldn’t have been more perfect. “Here?”, he wants to know curtly. Their faces are mere centimetres apart and the air between them sizzles.

“We’re at the end of the corridor, we’ll hear it if someone decides to come back”, Lesion whispers in return and, when Smoke doesn’t get it straightaway, adds: “We can even leave the door open.”

Oh, he likes that. The grip tightens and the other arm wraps around Lesion’s waist to pull their lower halves closer. Gingerly, Smoke leans in, takes Lesion’s toothpick between his own lips, spits it onto the floor and Lesion’s gone. This move gets him unfailingly every time, the meaningful eye contact, the slow movement, the deliberateness of it all, and the wonderful implications. Smoke only does this when he’s about to blow Lesion’s mind.

“Why don’t you put your mouth to better use?”, he suggests in a low voice and though it’s quite obvious what he means, Lesion can’t help but talk back.

“Are you implying the things I have to say aren’t worthwhile?”

Smoke’s eyes narrow. “I’m saying there’s better wood for you to suck on than your stupid toothpick.”

Lesion grins. The urge to mouth off is extremely hard to suppress but this is not the right moment for their usual wrestling for control, not when their prolonged absence could raise suspicion. Both of them have a competitive streak which extends into the bedroom, causes an almost permanent pushing and pulling, a power struggle both of them relish because as much as it’s a fight for control, it’s really a series of concessions. They’re both well aware of how stubborn and resilient (and in Smoke’s case self-centred) they are, meaning they couldn’t make each other do things they don’t want. Therefore, whenever either of them gives in, it’s a testament of how much genuine affection colours their interactions. Every time Smoke goes out of his way purely to do Lesion a favour, it’s a new rush of fondness, and Lesion never misses his lover’s eyes softening when he takes the time to pamper him.

As Lesion sinks to his knees, Smoke’s expression slips from carefully guarded into holy shit YES and Lesion almost laughs at the sudden switch. He knows exactly how the Brit is feeling, has experienced the same many times before whenever Smoke told him to just lie back and climbed on top of him, so he savours the moment and makes sure to glance up at the other man before he gets to work. He hasn’t done this in a while but still remembers the motions, grabs Smoke’s hard thighs with both hands and unbuttons his trousers with his lips and tongue, pulls his zip down with his teeth. He’s going to show Smoke just what his mouth can do.

“Oh fuck yes”, the other man hisses sharply, eyes sparkling, “you look so good down there. Don’t you ever forget you belong to me. Don’t let anyone else touch you, you hear? You’re fucking mine.”

Despite the insistent words and the fingers carding through his hair, laying claim to him, he takes his time once more. He teases his lover more than necessary and coaxes his stiffening dick out of the underwear, noses at the coarse hair and licks at the base – and as much as he gets the feeling that Smoke would like to act nonchalant and roll his eyes, he’s too caught up as evidenced by the drawn-together brows, the shallow breaths, the pleading looks.

Lesion relishes it all. He hasn’t done this in a while, recently topped a lot not for a special reason but because it just so happened, and left Smoke’s dick largely untouched, so he imagines his mouth must feel divine. He lets the tip glide over the inside of his cheek, feeling a satisfied smile tug at the corners of his mouth at every gasp and wonders whether he should use all of his throat soon or leave Smoke hanging for a little longer. He could do this all day, has on various occasions sucked two consecutive orgasms out of the Brit, disregarding his whimpers and protests, and he feels so good on his tongue, heavy and hot and -

And there’s footsteps.

In the name of all that is holy, why are there footsteps?

He glances up, is confronted with an already wrecked-looking Smoke who’d give them away, no doubt, cheeks dark and gaze darker, prominent erection too obvious to hide and besides, the person sounds entirely too close for comfort already. There’s just one solution, one course of action which will spare them significant embarrassment, and so Lesion shoves him in the direction of their safe haven, hissing: “In the closet. Go!”

If Smoke wasn’t still visibly dwelling on the feeling of Lesion’s mouth around him, he might’ve replied with something like ‘that’s where I spent the first eighteen years of my life anyway’, but as it is, he simply complies, stuffing himself into the mostly empty (yet concerningly tiny) supply closet before pulling Lesion against him, allowing for the door to close. They’re pressed together from head to toe, limbs at an awkward angle though at least they’re out of sight.

Lesion makes use of their proximity by kissing Smoke, careful not to produce any noise but devoted nonetheless, slides their lips together and realises much too late how big of a mistake he just made. Because Smoke does that thing with his tongue, the sensation rushing to Lesion’s crotch like it’s nobody’s business, and accompanying it is the feeling of the unwaveringly hard boner digging into hip. And if that wasn’t enough, Smoke’s hands slip into the back of his trousers.

He’s excellent at bringing out Lesion’s inner child, impresses him with the smallest demonstrations in his lab and inspires him to play pranks to his heart’s content – and right now, he’s making Lesion feel like a horny teenager again. He can’t remember the last time he got this insanely turned on purely by making out. There’s no other way to put it: if this keeps going, he’ll come in his pants. Smoke is melting against him, hungry for any touch, any bit of stimulation he can get and it only serves to amplify Lesion’s own desire, the drive to give and take and feel. Their situation adds to the thrill, and knowing Smoke has vague exhibitionist tendencies fuels Lesion’s imagination.

“No idea why the other room was taken, but this one will work”, a completely oblivious voice states loudly behind Lesion’s back. “Let’s start the meeting.”

Oh no.

While it’s not pitch black, he can’t make out Smoke’s expression yet guesses it to be exasperated. It seems like they’re stuck here for a while.

Lesion is halfway through the thought of taking out his phone and typing out the suggestion of maybe just kissing until their colleagues in the other room are done when he’s interrupted by a finger slipping between his cheeks. He stills. Evaluates the situation, intends to slowly remove Smoke’s hand because fucking in a closet with a small group of their colleagues directly next to them wasn’t high on his list of things to try out – and then his lover is sucking on his pulse point while rubbing the pad of his finger over Lesion’s entrance and he only barely manages to swallow the moan threatening to leave his throat.

It’s too warm and stuffy, getting hard to think, and if he’s honest giving in seems a lot less complicated than struggling, so after a brief scuffle he ends up pressed face first against the door with Smoke’s hard shaft at his backside and insistent hands silently unclasping his belt. Outside, he hears Ash’s clipped accent and decides to rest his weight against the door to stop it from rattling, leaving him effectively no opportunity to use his hands while Smoke undresses him agonisingly slow. Biting his lip, he ignores the light-headed mixture of danger, excitement and arousal pooling in his belly and merely awaits the inevitable, his own cock free now and jumping in anticipation when Smoke’s hot flesh drags against his thigh.

This is the hardest part: trying to stay quiet while Smoke fingers him open. He might have a horrendous gag reflex but more than makes up for it with the magic spells his fingers can weave – they rub against all the right places and have Lesion’s legs turn to jelly in no time, slicked digits invading him in the best way possible. Both their trousers are around their ankles now and so Smoke tosses the small bottle of lube Lesion brought in preparation into one of them, apparently deciding after a few agonising minutes that Lesion is wet and relaxed enough. If the stars he’s seeing before his closed eyelids are anything to go by, Lesion is inclined to agree.

Coherent and rational thought have long left him and so all he focuses on is the blunt head nudging his ring of muscle, sapping all his composure and reducing him to a single thought: yes. Just yes with all its implications of how much he wants this, how much he wants Smoke, how much they trust each other to do all this without much communication and how much in sync they are.

Yet, he hesitates. Leans forward into Lesion and breathes one word, a question: “Alright?”

Lesion can only nod, spreading his legs in the cramped space, not even hearing the muffled voices from the other side, and inhales deeply when Smoke breaches him. Despite all, it’s wonderfully intimate, even more so when an arm wraps around his midsection affectionately, and so he pushes against his lover as soon as he’s adapted to his girth. It prompts a monumental-feeling slide, controlled motions which only serve to muddle his brain even further with how deliberate, how precise they are – they can’t go fast, meaning Smoke needs to find a different way of making Lesion go insane and, well. He’s pretty spot on.

There’s no way Lesion can keep this up without moaning his heart out.

After Smoke has stroked over his sweet spot repeatedly, Lesion’s fingers begin twitching, his toes curling, and he belatedly realises that this is probably payback for the weekend on which he spent an entire day riling Smoke up despite being in public – sending suggestive texts, whispering in his ear, exploiting weakspots, the usual – because there’s a certain air of smugness to all of Smoke’s movements. Lesion can’t even claim he doesn’t deserve it.

Normally, they’re not this slow, but the circumstances heighten all of Lesion’s senses, really make him feel every centimetre deep inside, cause him to shudder whenever he feels Smoke’s breath against his skin. He’s acutely aware of how bad it would be if they did get caught, and yet this only increases his urgency, has him clench down on his lover and -

Oh yeah. This is the last, tiny bit of control he still holds over the other man.

In between shaking like a leaf due to suppressing any and all noises, he starts meeting the thrusts, tensing up in time and basically putting on a show purely for Smoke’s benefit. He’ll be damned if he’s the only one who loses his mind over this.

He did not expect a retaliation. And he certainly did not expect the Brit to put a hand over his mouth in a gesture so thoroughly possessive that Lesion is this close to throwing all shame out the window and reward it with a throaty groan, just like he didn’t expect him to withdraw almost completely only to shove back in all the way. Silently, of course.

And thus begins the sweetest torture Lesion has ever experienced. With Smoke’s teeth nibbling at his ear (and dear heavens, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is), all he can do is hold on for dear life, hope that the door holds and pray that no one is sitting directly next to their closet just in case. Waves of pleasure are rolling through him, a constant ebb and flow which feels timeless, makes him forget about gravity and his own name and he’s so caught up in the glorious repetitive motions that he can’t make out the words murmured into his ear.

Eyelids heavy, crotch tingling in the most wonderful way and gaze unfocused, he produces a dreamy hm? in response, wondering if he did anything wrong when Smoke stops moving.

Then his lover reaches out and opens the door.

Lesion nearly yells, grabs the frame at the last second as to not tumble out and is momentarily blinded by the light flooding in – long enough for his adrenaline to spike and bright panic to deafen him. Until he realises the room is empty, even the door to the hallway is closed.

“I said: they left a minute ago”, Smoke informs him, half amused and half wrecked and still very much inside.

“You’re such a fucking -” And he slams against Lesion, making his words the last for a few good minutes. They stumble forward together until Lesion can prop himself up on one of the tables and then Smoke switches to his usual pace, reaching deep and going hard and making those little growls Lesion can’t get enough of.

“I should’ve done that five minutes ago”, Smoke rumbles, voice interspersed with content groans expressing his relief over being as loud as he wants, “let them all see. Let them see this side of you, show them that I own you.” He runs his mouth a lot during sex, Lesion knows this, but even so the mental image has his cheeks burning and the sensation between his legs intensifying as he instinctively tenses up. “That’s right, you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Gladly would spread your legs in front of them if I asked and -” He breaks off at a particularly fierce thrust but the damage is done, Lesion is thinking about it and can’t help but reach between his own legs.

Now that they’re free to indulge in each other as much as they want, their pleasure climbs and climbs, nearing its apex and Lesion, stroking himself in time with Smoke’s motions, adjusts the pressure to fit the timing, is so close, can tell Smoke is just as close – and then they come together, tumble over the edge simultaneously, Smoke with a blissful moan and Lesion mewling quietly.

It starts in his abdomen and spreads throughout his body, causes him to fold in half and pant against the cool surface of the table supporting him as he feels Smoke’s shaft pulsing inside. Reaching their climax at the same time is one of Lesion’s favourite things, they ride their high together, ride it out, move against each other in order to prolong the elating feeling gripping them both viciously. Smoke’s nails are digging into Lesion’s thighs painfully but it only sweetens the experience, sharpens it and reminds him of who he belongs to. The marks will stay for days. Until Smoke decides to leave new ones.

Once they’re beginning to come down, Smoke presses a kiss into his hair and starts cleaning them up, surprisingly gentle and loving in his touches and even ending with a tight hug Lesion gladly reciprocates. They calm down together, enjoying each other’s body heat.

And yet Lesion can’t help but possibly destroy their little moment: “That was a little too close for my taste.”

Smoke withdraws a tad so he can shoot him a questioning look. “Really? You seemed to like it though.”

Well. He hesitates, sparking a wide grin.

“You did. Tze Long, I didn’t know you were into this as much as I am. Does that mean we can finally make use of that one locker properly, while the others are changing?”

“We’re doing none of the sort.”

“Are you sure? Then you should probably never hold a meeting again because oh boy.” Lesion blinks at him in confusion, even more so when his lover turns a beautiful shade of pink. “Look. I didn’t know I had a competence kink either, okay? But when you address everyone so sternly, it’s just -”

He trails off, making a vague gesture which conveys everything and nothing, but Lesion gets it. And if this isn’t fantastic ammunition for him to use later. “You didn’t even look at me while I did my report”, he feels obliged to point out and is overcome with a special kind of glee when Smoke’s blush deepens.

“If I had, I’d have been drooling. But actually, I wanted to talk about how this still isn’t full payback for -”

Instead of letting Smoke switch topics, Lesion simply interrupts him with a kiss, trying hard not to let his smirk show.

He knows he’s doomed and incapable of saying no to this self-important, thoughtful, moronic bastard – but at least he knows for a fact it goes both ways.

[iphoenixrising]

For 700 Followers!

Hi babe <3

I hope things have gotten better since you sent this. If not, I love you. If they have, I still love you. This isn’t the usual Dr!Tim thing, but I still kind of liked it. The nuances are there if you squint hard.

Ah, I think I headcanon for this ‘verse that the beginning of their relationship, Dick and Jay kind of retreated to their respective places when the stress and fuckery of being a crime fighter gets overwhelming. When it’s a bad night, Dick goes to his apartment and cleans like mad or stares emptily at the television. For hours. Jay hits up his favorite and most secret safe house. A place with his books so he can lose himself and try to fight the Pit back without putting anyone else in harm’s way, you feel me?

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With the surge in crime over the past month, Tim starts seeing the signs immediately and on the down-low. Dick’s bad knee gives him more fits than usual, even if he tries to play it off. Jay’s eyes are showing more green than blue some nights, even snuggled up to them in bed.

The nightmares are progressing, Dick moaning softly in his sleep, Jay trying to wait it out until he’s exhausted enough to pass out cold without dreaming.

(He made the mistake of lightly touching Dick on the arm and got backhanded as a result, the hit waking both of them immediately.

It’s hot fire along his jaw, but he grabs Dick to stop the babbled apologies, keeps him from getting out of bed and backing away. For the rest of the night, he clenches both of them against his chest tightly, refuses to let go.

It only helps wipe the guilty look on Dick’s face marginally.)

They need a night off because the vigilante life is killing them.

So, he makes a plan.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, Tim adjusts a stupid piece of hair that keeps getting in his eyes and fiddles with the cuff links again. He picks an imaginary piece of lint off the sharp suit lapels and gives himself one last critical glance before turning off the light.

He’s already double-checked the reservations, sent the two very carefully chosen garment bags to Dick’s apartment, and has the promise of Superman himself no one is going to bother them tonight.

(It was easy, he’s got leverage against the Kryptonian after he removed those shards of terrible green rock and got to study a little alien microbiology. It comes in handy when he needs the world to leave his boyfriends the fuck alone. Also handy if he’s running late and a little super in his step gets him to Mercy General in a blink.)

Whistling, he goes to the lower level of the building where his hardly-ever used car is covered. (He told them he had one, they’d just never seen it.) The engine purrs low when he fires it up and pulls out of the space, taking to Gotham’s streets with shades covering his eyes and a grin on his face while the Red Bird darts in and out of traffic like a champ.

When he sees Jay and Dick waiting for him on the corner by Dick’s apartment, he gets a thrill of arousal at the sharp suits outlining his very sexy vigilante boyfriends.

(Not the only ones that appreciate a fine suit.)

The first few buttons are undone at Jay’s throat, making him want to lick the enticing span of skin, and Dick has the tie perfect enough that he wants to use it to pull his taller significant other in for a deep kiss. Restraint is really not his strong point right now, but he manages to get out of the car and open the doors for his boys with a flourish.

“Your chariot, gentlemen.”

Jay whistles at the Lotus and gives him a long, sultry look, keeps the kiss chaste by the smallest margin. He slides in the back, splays his big body all over the leather seat, that small smirk too much inviting. Dick’s eyes are beautifully warm, and the kiss is sweet with a hand on his jaw, thumbing where the bruise has already faded, the other palming his ass. Almost in Jay’s face.

Both of them watch him shift through the gears smoothly, commenting on how sweet the car is, how much they like the suits, how cute he looks in his own.

(How they needed this.)

He laughs and drives faster when Jay eggs him on, taking the Crusoe Bridge out of town like they’re flying.

He talks and banters with Dick’s hand on his thigh and Jay’s reaching between the seats to run fingers up the sensitive underside of his wrist.

When they Metropolis, he stops at the amazing restaurant, gives the valet his keys, and offers each an arm.

He knows he’s playing it right when Jay slides a hand in the crook of his elbow and squeezes while Dick does the absolute same.

The table is secluded, candles and wine, high-class and secluded without being stiff or stuffy, the perfect place for both his boyfriends to be at least somewhat at ease. (He fervently hopes Superman won’t get word they’re in town. He will seriously break someone’s face if anyone take them away from him tonight.)

The food is amazing and they’re all sitting close enough to feed one another. It turns into the kind of play that leads to smouldering arousal and half-mast bedroom eyes, specifically when he sucks the cream off Dick’s fingers and bites down lightly on Jay’s thumb.

He drinks water all night to make sure they don’t have any reservations about him driving, flying through the night on the open road. Jay’s in the front with him now while Dick leans between the seats, slurry and affectionate.

Both of them are buzzing a little with the wine and good food, both of them laughing and relaxed, it makes him satisfied and warm. He laughs with them, flirts outrageously, and rubs his thumb over Jay’s knuckles, just holding his hand.

Dr. Drake gives himself all the kudos for managing a romantic dinner successfully. It’s even more important he’s gotten them out of the masks for the night, given them a much-needed break.

He walks them up to Dick’s apartment, giving the illusion he’s doing it for the goodnight kisses instead of supporting them both to make sure they don’t end up falling all over their own feet.

He gets sloppy kisses while undressing them, maneuvering soft pajamas over scarred, broken skin and bandages, gently touches dark bruises while he smiles at them with soft, affectionate eyes. Glass of water for each and wrestling them down to the blankets, The Good Doctor playing on television.

When he leans down to get his last kisses of the night, Dick whines at him and makes grabby hands, but Jay just wraps both arms around his thighs and looks up with hopeful blue eyes.

His suit is probably going to get wrinkled, hung haphazardly on the back of the bathroom door, but Jay’s shirt and Dick’s sweats are more comfortable than his own clothes any night.

He distracts them from going below the waist by taking the hand and kissing each knuckle, or moving another around his neck so the body drifts more solidly against him. It’s an easy thing to shift his fingers softly through thick hair and nuzzle against a cheek. It’s easy to whisper sweet nothings while cuddled close, to tell them how proud he is to be theirs, how proud he is of their hard work, how much good they do for the city, how much he admires them, how much better they make him just by being them.

He can shake off the numb, tingly feeling in his arms the next morning more easily when both of them are still huddled against him, no nightmares driving them out of bed or in a corner where the fetal position is the only thing that can make them feel safe. He can ignore the way his heart pounds harder in his chest when he looks at their sleeping faces, and something so wonderfully precious swirls around in him until he aches.

It’s easy to gives them sleepy kisses and lingering caresses to hair and backs and faces before sliding out of bed to start coffee and make the attempt to put on something good for breakfast–

(he fails. Epically. Orders out for breakfast instead.)

–and has a mug ready for when they stumble out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed and yawning.  

After this experiment, he’s planning a weekend get-away. Some nice tropical island where Drake Industries has a condo he’s only used like twice and communications are spotty so those calls from Oracle, Batman, the Titans, the Outlaws, and whoever the hell else can wait until they get back.

He’s humming to himself happily while setting out plates and adding syrup, cutting pancakes into bite-sized pieces so maybe he can, you know, feed them again.

(He might have discovered a new kink…)

And he’s standing at the sink, humming to himself while cutting up strawberries to rinse off and put on top with a little whip cream, sinking in to the comfortable silence and motion.

Which is how Jay comes upon him, still rocking a notorious bed-head, all kinds of dressed in their clothes, cutting strawberries by the sink with a soft, sleepy smile on his face. On their table behind him, he’s got a nice looking spread, coffee, milk, and juice ready to pour.

It’s an instinct close to the one that’s all vigilante. An instinct to protect that hits Jason the moment he sees that smile and knows what’s making his boy happy.

(Any fuckin’ one ever lays a hand on ya, and I’ll make ‘im scream ta die.)

“Hey, good morning,” he puts the strawberries on the table and picks up Jay’s ‘Zombies Do It Better’ mug. He tilts his chin up for the kiss, sighing gently against Jay’s mouth when he gets it.

Dick is more clingy than normal when he’s finally drawn by the smell of breakfast, and hangs on him like a blanket to accept bites in between sips of coffee.

It’s too soon when he has to put his suit back on to leave them with the dishes washed and a nap in their immediate future. He’s got to stop at his penthouse, grab a shower and scrubs, be off on his own mission.

None of that means he wouldn’t rather climb back in bed with them and sleep off a good breakfast like a boss.

It’s no surprise when he gets a page deep into the night and leaves Steph to the crickets chirping around their ER, taking off for the roof, heart racing with what he might be coming into. He comes out in doctor mode, ready to drop to his knees and handle anything from burns to toxins to bleeding out.

The sigh of relief is caught up with the gasp of surprise when the rooftop picnic is complete with candles and a small bluetooth speaker playing something soft and perfect for the scene. He drops his vigilante-only bag and laughs loud enough for the whole damn city to hear.

[drkoestersmithrpg]

So You See My Problem

The First Time

He should have been nervous, the first time he met Tony Stark, but on that occasion he had no time to prepare.  The man simply showed up in his apartment, there were no time for nerves.  The Nerves started after the man left (after he cut the man free after webbing him to the doorknob, of course.)

He was nervous the first time he met a group of Avengers.  Of course, he was only there to attack Captain America, of course.

He was nervous the first time he met a large group of Avengers.  (Around Cap it was particularly awkward.)

But nothing compared to how nervous he was now.

It was easy, playing it cool at the Avengers Compound.  No matter what insane thing his comedian said (“You’ll have to suck a lot of dicks to get that kind of tech, and sucking dicks is Spider-Man’s job.”) but that was because he had a mask over his face most of the time. Had he been nervous, the first time he kissed Tony on the mouth?  Maybe not – he had had that move planned for ages.  And he wasn’t nervous, texting Tony and demanding a rendezvous while the Avengers around them debated Earth-Asgard treaties.  (Again, mask.)

But back in New York – there was no denying it now.  He was as nervous as hell as he entered the Stark Tower penthouse.  Which wasn’t fair.  He had never been nervous in his fantasies – and he had played this particular fantasy out many times.

Although it occurred to him when he arrived – maybe Tony was nervous too?  

But that couldn’t be – his comedian wasn’t fazed by anything.    

Peter was nervous, but he certainly wasn’t too nervous to lock eyes with Tony as soon as he entered the open door, just like he had planned.  

(But wait… Tony wouldn’t know that they had locked eyes because his suit was on, so he pressed his hand against the center of his chest let the entire suit fall away.  THEN he locked eyes with Tony Stark.  Underneath he was NOT in his boxers, oh no, he was wearing the jeans and a t-shirt he had very specifically picked out for this night.)  

Stepping out of the suit he walked toward the man, then they walked toward each other.  The met in the middle and Tony kissed him hard.  Peter wrapped his arms around him, only to find himself lifted off his feet.

They kissed passionately, just like in Peter’s fantasies, until Tony had bodily carried him and deposited on the bar where he divested him of his shirt and then his jeans. The older man made a hungry noise that made Peter’s spine light up like a Christmas tree as he ran hands, mouth and tongue over the biceps and pectorals Peter had grown proud of.  Tony was paying a lot of attention to his chest, licking and trying to suck bruises – he might have achieved a few except Peter kept ducking down to catch his mouth in one more kiss.  (It’s not that he didn’t want Tony’s mouth on his chest, he wanted it, he loved it.  He just needed to feel Tony’s mouth on his mouth more.)

He tried to pull of Tony’s shirt as well but Tony wrestled his hands away – so he went for the belt and had more success.  Everything was like a wet dream come true…

…until Tony opened his mouth.

[ instert joke here ]   (something like – do I get to fuck that sweet ass that all the twinks in Boystown are craving?)   That’s crude, but not a joke exactly.  “I’m going to fuck you into the middle of next week” or “I’m going to fuck you so hard your grandpa will feel it” would still work in the moment - it has to be a joke of some kind.  I’m looking for something along the lines of “I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school.”]

…and Peter roughly pushed Tony away.

He certainly used more force than he had intended – Tony stumbled back several steps before he could regain his balance, and for a terrible silent moment they just started at each other, Peter’s eyes wide, Tony’s mouth gaping.

And suddenly Peter had a terrible vision.

“Little girls get their ponytails pulled by boys who have crushes on them every day” Nat had said, and for one ugly moment Peter could see it.  That girl. On the playground.  In a primitive time when girls were expected to take such abuse as a sign of affection.

He could see that little growing up to date that grown-up boy.

And continuing to accept the pulling of hair - and the causing of pain – that abuse -  as a necessary price to pay for affection.

“Tony who are you talking to?” Peter asked, but he didn’t ask it, he yelled it.

“Who is this comedy routine for….who’s your audience? We’re all alone.  Is this your…are you still trying to seduce me? I’m already here!?”

“And I’m here in spite of your nonstop stream of lewdness, dirty jokes and straight up raunchiness, NOT because of it!”

That’s what he wanted to say, but didn’t.

Because Tony’s eyes were getting hard.  And while Peter had just as many sexual fantasies about Angry!Tony as he did about Romantic!Tony, dammit they were not the same as his FirstTime!Tony fantasies and this was not how it was going to go.

“Tony, I’m already here,” Peter said softly, slipping off the countertop and moving gently toward him.

“There’s no one else here to perform for,” he thought, but it sounded a little harsh so he didn’t say it.

“It’s the first…..it’s our first time.

“Be gentle with me.”

He tried to put his arms around Tony’s neck, hoping to touch his hands to the back of Tony’s head, but quite suddenly found Tony’s strong hands grabbing one elbow and pushing him back sharply, holding him at arm’s length.

For a split second a panicking voice in Peter’s head screamed “This is it?  This is all I get?  After a solid year of studying A03?  I sat through all 26 chapters of that Jean Val Jean-Javier-Slavery fic for nothing?”

Of course, all he said was, “What?”

There is a long uncomfortable silence – Tony’s mouth seemed to be working and suddenly Peter was afraid of what was going to come out.

But all that came out was

“I’ll be gentle if you be honest.”

Peter was too surprised to be angry.

“What?!….do you think I…..”   Then he shook his head.  Hard.  Tony the Comedian was also Tony the Expert Deflector and he was good at distraction.  Peter refused to rise to the bait.

“Yes, Tony.”  He said solidly.  “Anything.”

Then he gently forced Tony’s hand away (he was the stronger Avenger, after all) and stepped forward, putting his arms exactly where he wanted them to be.

“Just tell me what you need.”

They kissed again, or rather, Peter kissed Tony, still standing stiffly in his arms.  That wasn’t good, dammit they had been doing so well just minutes before, and Peter was desperate to get back to that place.  He stroked the back of Tony’s head, the back of his neck, and when that got no response, he became even bolder and tried touching Tony’s lips with his tongue.  

He knew that probably wouldn’t work (he knew he was far to shy to make that work) but when he got bold enough to poke his tongue through the lips Tony came to life in his arms.  

In seconds they were back to kissing breathlessly, and Tony was lifting Peter up by his waist, then by his ass, all the time making hungry noises that made Peter’s spine tingle.  

Then Tony ended the kiss just as suddenly and, taking Peter by the hand, led him to the bedroom.

[little-owly]

Can you plz do mat//tip//liar smut mommy?

here you go, cutie!! first time writing smut for them, so let me know if you like it!! :D

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The soft glow of the morning sun shined through the window, through the thin maroon curtains – giving a red shade to the white bedroom. Among the messy and and knotted blankets was Matthias, happily sleeping away. Curled up against his lover’s pillow – the cinnamon scent of his hair still on the pillow’s soft surface. His dreams filled with bit and pieces of his lover, from holding his hand to more explicit images. Images involving his body, his muscles, his hand in his hair as he’d pull him into a passionate kiss.

All that went away when he was awoken by the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. The gentle steam from the shower moving into the room as Mark emerged from the doorway. His tanned skin glistening with the warm water, his hair damp with droplets of water falling on his shoulders. The towel around his waist barely hanging as he moved his wet bangs.

“Mornin’ Matt,” Mark smiled. A shiver running up Matthias’s spine – Mark’s smile still getting to him since the day they’ve met. Practically bright enough to light up the city.

He was perfect.

Matthias yawned and blushed, “good morning, Mark. Why’re up to early? Isn’t it your day off?”

“Yeah, but I feel like going out today, ya know? Maybe hiking – when was the last time we ever did that?”

Matthias’s back popped, giggling, “my back may be opposed to that.”

“Whatever you say, old man,” Mark laughed as he approached Matthias on the bed. The bed dipping with the extra weight, “besides, I only came out here because you were making some noise.”

He gulped.

Oh no.

“Well, I make lots of noises,” Matthias snapped back, “gotta be more specific.”

“Always the sassy one, you are.” Mark kissed along Matthias’s cheek. His wet hair grazing Matthias’s warm skin. So inviting, Mark finding it irresistible to not nuzzle into his neck.

“I mean, the noises you make when you’re face down. When you’re begging for me to fill you up. When you’re moaning while I sink myself deep inside you.”

Matthias gasped slowly, his once half hard cock already throbbing to its full length as Mark nibbled on his ear. Whispering closely – so close he could feel his stubble, “I mean the noises you make when we make love.”

Matthias laughed, “‘make love’? Seriously?”

“…you know I’m trying to be romantic, right?”

“Mark, I appreciate that you’re trying but dripping wet all over my favorite pajamas and blanket,” Matthias held up the corner of his duvet for emphasis, “is making this silly.”

“Oh yeah? Well you having a wet dream about me when I’m only a few feet away is pretty silly too.” Mark pouted, smiling as Matthias shut up. Knowing his lover was far too shy during intimate moments. Never uttering a curse or dirty phrase until he got to /that/ point. The point of no return before cumming all over himself.

“…I…I just–”

“No need to explain to me, beautiful,” Mark kissed up and down his neck. His soft lips leaving behind gentle marks. Marks of possession – so everyone knew Matthias was his and his alone.

“Do you want me?” He asks. Voice low. Rushed excitement ran throughout Matthias’s body, clouding his mind with obscene wants.

“Yes,” he huffed, moving away from Mark to wrestle his clothes off. Looking back as Mark straddled him. Slowly, Mark moved the towel off. He exposed his lower stomach and small trail of dark hair to Matthias. Smiling as his lover groaned. The towel finally being thrown off and left on the bedroom floor.

Mark took his time working up Matthias. His lips and teeth teasing and biting his warmed pale skin. Purple and pink bruises appearing before him. Smirking as Matthias blushed and hid his face behind his hands.

“You bruise so easily,” Mark commented as he moved down to tease the pink buds on Matthias’s chest, “such a sensitive beauty you are. I bet I could get you to cum just by licking up and down your body. Reaching your most sensitive spots–”

“Oh my /God/, Mark,” he huffed. Mark moving his tongue over Matthias’s left nipple. Sucking and biting at the bud as his other hand pinched his other. Matthias arching his back as sparks ran up his spine, shaking. So in love with Mark – with his dirty talk, with his careful touches, with his amazing mouth. Just…everything about /him/ drove Matthias insane.

Then, he pulled off. Sucking and kissing down to Matthias’s body. Matthias’s quiet whines growing as Mark finally took hold of his cock. Throbbing against his stomach as he blushed.

“What do you want, beautiful? My mouth or my hands?”

“Mmmfh,” he shook his head. Matthias’s voice caught in his chest – he could never get use to talking about what he exactly wants in bed. Finding himself shy and nervous as a virgin when talking during sex. Heat radiated through his stomach and chest as he lifted his head up.

“M-mouth, please Ma–!”

The name died on his lips as he moaned. Mark picking up his cock to lap at the head of it. Licking at the pink head of his cock and sucking gently on it. His teeth grazing ever so lightly, adding to the pleasure for them.

Matthias nearly came in his mouth alone when he looked down. Mark’s dark brown eyes staring into Matthias’s ocean blue eyes. Mark moved down further Matthias’s length. His teeth just barely grazing the heated skin. The head of his cock reaching the back of Mark’s throat. Mark effortlessly taking it all. His tongue swirling around under his cock to make Matthias’s toes curl. Smiling as he felt his small hand gently pet his hair.

Mark moaned ever so gently as he pulled off. Matthias’s legs spreading open.

“Ready, beautiful? Or do you want to use my mouth a little more?”

“R-ready, Mark.” He huffed, “not gonna l-last long.”

“Aww, what’s a matter? Did your wet dream work you up enough? Need me to fill you up, make you cum just by my dick inside your needy hole?”

Matthias whimpered, nodding and hiding his face again.

Matthias didn’t think it was humanly possible to blush any harder before he heard the cap of the lube being undone. Mark’s mouth kissing around his thighs as he pushed one lubed finger in. Allowing Matthias to grow use to the feeling before adding in another, then another. Spreading and stretching his hole open – the familiar burn exciting Matthias more. His cock throbbing as he grew eager to be filled by his lover. His dirty little dreams coming true before his eyes.

Mark continued to push in and out of Matthias before he whined, looking up and nodding. Signaling he’s ready for Mark.

“God, you look so beautiful,” Mark smiled, using the lube to jerk himself, “you beautiful and fragile. Getting split open by my dick, moaning my name out and letting everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”

“Y-yes, Mark,” he cried, “please! Use me – fill me up, I need you so bad, baby!”

With a smirk and a nod, Mark finally positioned himself in between Matthias’s legs. Hitching one of his legs on his shoulder as he pressed himself in slowly. Gasping as his hard cock was swallowed up in the tight heat of Matthias’s entrance. Groaning as he inched himself in further and further.

“Oh /fuck/, beautiful, you’re so fucking tight around me. Made for me to fuck you, made to take my fat cock.”

Matthias whimpered as the burning pain mixed into pleasure. His thighs shaking as he circled his hips down against Mark’s crotch, “ready, baby.”

“Aww, so eager to be fucked,” Mark teased before pulling back and slamming into Matthias. The other’s eyes widening as he /yelled/. His cock bouncing against his own stomach as he was fucked senseless by Mark. Mark’s own hips snapped back and forth into Matthias. Heat coiling in his stomach as he looked down to see his lover utterly lost for words. Pink blush spread over his face, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body, and his eyes looking back at his.

Mark looked down and groaned, knowing if he looks into Matthias’s blue eyes any longer he’d cum. He focuses on him. On the way his body responds to his movements. On the way he cried and moaned when he hit that special spot inside him. On the way he grabbed and pulled Mark down for a passionate kiss. Their tongues and lips colliding with ease. Matthias moaning into his mouth and biting down on his lips. Desperate and shaking – so close, so close to that edge he’d been craving.

“Fuck me harder–” Matthias finally moaned. All shame and embarrassment thrown out the window as lust clouded his mind, “fuck me deeper – c'mon baby, you can do better than that. Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me scream!”

“/shit/,” Mark groaned, “where’s that talk been all this time–”

“Shut up, use me like a fleshlight and fuck me harder! C'mon baby – oh /fuck/!”

Mark panted as Matthias squeezed his inner walls around his cock. Hitting his prostate dead on. Their bodies overworked and sweaty. Their hurried movements making their bed hit against the wall. Creaking with their thrusts.

“Mark! Mark, come with me, baby – fill me up with your cum, c'mon! Oh – s-shit! Mark!” was all Matthias could get out before holding Mark closer, kissing him roughly. White hot cum decorating his lower stomach and crotch. Throbbing cock sandwiched between the two.

“So fuckin’ beautiful – just for me, all for me. You’re all mine, fuck! Fuck!”

Mark followed soon after. Eyes screwed shut as he pushed his hips forward, cumming deep inside Matthias. Doing just as Matthias begged him to do, fill him up. A bit of his cum leaking out the side of Matthias’s hole as he mewled. The heat deep inside both of them satisfied. So spent and exhausted, but well worth it all.

Matthias and Mark stayed in their position for a while. Moving away from each others’ lips as they enjoyed the sleepy afterglow of their shared orgasm.

“I love you, so much.” Matthias huffed, reaching up to kiss Mark’s cheek innocently. His own lips red and slightly swollen from the whole affair.

“I love…y-you too, beautiful.” He laughed quietly, “good morning.”

***

Bryan, who had spent the night downstairs in Mark and Matthias’s shared apartment, learned three things that day.

1 – Matthias is a screamer during sex.

2 – Mark has the dirtiest mouth he’s ever heard during sex. Including his own experiences and porn.

3 – He really should’ve brought headphones or stayed with J-F//red last night. No way could he ever get over the sounds of his own boss and friend’s…er…/lovemaking/.

[whitegladiolus]

im doing an askmeme for my three and simply answering everything lol. below the cut and the meme is this one.

morning 🌞📿

Are they physically affectionate? extremely in private and after like permission to be (time/obviousness/etc); eventually in public, too, once he’s married and like... u kno once u save the world or whatever it feels like people can get over u kissing in public even if ur using tongue.  Do they have a type? Decently Attractive And Nice To Me What are their deal breakers? being called. stupid. lmfao. unwillingness to engage like emotionally. inability to take him seriously. like being too mean. Are they sub, dom or switch? i feel like this was meant to be top/bottom/switch bc like sub/dom is so... specific to a subculture. morning doesn’t really like hardline d/s stuff. he likes a little light bondage in either role is as far as he’d go. How long do their relationships tend to last? real relationships he usually lets fizzle out, so they go longer than they should. shortest was a year. but he had a lot of one-offs, or things he knew would only go for like a month. Would they ever get married? he IS married. he is married and IN LOVE. Do they give their partners cute nicknames? nothing will top honeybee he really peaked huh Are they more sensual or sexual? hard to say... he is very sexual but i guess for him with gman after like. the first few times together i wouldn’t really separate these two. What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? kind of just lay around on each other? snuggling but like when ur doing other things like reading What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? nothing in particular, i think, he’s mostly seeking out specific sounds and reactions. getting him sputtering. Are they prone to jealousy? noooot really Does their demeanor change when in a relationship? yeah... he’s... he’s already SO sweet but he gets really touchy-feely like a cat next to a heater. uhh very defensive of the other person i guess too. Do they display affection in public? What about in private? answered above Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? threesomes yes but not polyamory he can’t manage that Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? people who are Too Mean How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? LMFAO YEARS :-) Would they ever confess their feelings first? only after being EXTREMELY SURE the other person would reciprocate. sometimes u already live together and whatever before u say anything. it’s no big deal. (it is kinda) Would they ever cheat on their partner? no :( Do they want children? yes :) and he has three :) Are they a cuddler? big time baby....... absolute top tier big spoon material but likes being laid on and laying on others too. hims... a cat. Do they believe in soul mates? yes.................................................. Are they protective of their partner? yes............................................. sometimes u die in a graveyard for them lol How far are they willing to go for the person they love? sometimes ur happy to die to the king of demons if it means ur family wont deal with it :))))) Do they fall in love easily? emotionally he is an open oozing wound so yes Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? absolutely not Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? nope Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner? of course. of course. warm. tender touching. little sleep noises. the delight of waking up first and seeing his stupid sleep face. it’s all very good.

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sawyer 🗡️🐀 

i dont know why the formatting went haywire here lmfao

Are they physically affectionate? they can be? but it’s not common or meant to express affection. they’re not really assocating “i want to hang off this person” with affection even if that’s what it might be.

Do they have a type? fast and clever and loud. somebody who can keep up with them but not like tie them down while STILL having a Okay... No point. i hate to say this. but probably fucking benny.

What are their deal breakers? too serious, not willing to break rules for the sake of fun. rigidity in general.

Are they sub, dom or switch? absolutely hates d/s stuff. in general the epitome of vers tho.

How long do their relationships tend to last? not long at all. they were married i guess three times but the longest of those was like... i wanna say three years. they’re too flighty.

Would they ever get married? for japes and fun.

Do they give their partners cute nicknames? not really

Are they more sensual or sexual? sexual

What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? i feel like crimes is too on the nose, but probably pranks and capers. just something active and fast. dungeon delving. object recovery. setting up OR solving a mystery.

What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? Weird Physical Things. changing their body around mid act. wrestling for dominance. etc.

Are they prone to jealousy? nope

Does their demeanor change when in a relationship? incidentally being sawyer’s friend is exactly like being their partner except you see them naked 45% less

Do they display affection in public? What about in private? they will in public if they think it’ll embarrass their partner. privately they have like moments of compulsion where they can’t like... help but be affectionate. like walk by and spontaneously hug or kiss their face or whatever. a random vigorous handshake. stuff like that.

Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? yes and yes but they don’t really have the stability to do the latter

Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? the answer to this is Morning, while also resolutely knowing they would 100% fuck the daylights out of him

How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? immediately, but their idea of these things is admittedly way different from normal

Would they ever confess their feelings first? i don’t think they have ever actually confessed feelings. they just kind of express things and figure they’ll figure it out or just like Know it. possibly this is why they have had three divorces lmfao.

Would they ever cheat on their partner? nah

Do they want children? not when their friends have so generously provided them with theirs :)

Are they a cuddler? in the way a cold animal is

Do they believe in soul mates? no

Are they protective of their partner? not really

How far are they willing to go for the person they love? they don’t really have separate spheres of Friends and Partners so equidistant on the terms of: Well I Won’t Die, But Someone Else Might

Do they fall in love easily? yes and no, i will not explain further

Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ajfl;ajg;ahga no they just think everyone knows what they know and don’t realize that like. if you could have a passive deception score. theirs is 25.

Are they concerned with the social status of their partner?nnnnah

Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner? it keeps them worm :o)

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constance 🐿️🏜️

Are they physically affectionate?  haltingly. he’s affectionate enough with people he likes in general - lot of casual touching, upper arms and shoulders. but that drops away once he’s aware of like. Having Feelings. gets awkward.  Do they have a type? no! :-) What are their deal breakers? impatience, lack of curiosity Are they sub, dom or switch? he is a baby, he does not know these things. the only thing about a d/s relationship that would appeal to him is the aftercare part and you can just, like, have that. you can have just that lol. How long do their relationships tend to last? he’d try and make it work as long as he could, or as long as feasible. he knows people have Responsibilities.  Would they ever get married? for love? possibly. in general? he will. Do they give their partners cute nicknames? only if they do first, mirrors a lot of behavior in order to figure out what feels good Are they more sensual or sexual? sensual............................ What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? he likes to rough house. share things he’s learning or working on. ideally he would do projects with his partner. just having smth to work on together. Collaborative Efforts. What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? constance............................................ makes love and i can’t answer this. the answer is sucking dick but it’s killing me to type it. my hands are shaking. Are they prone to jealousy? oh absolutely. hypervigilant towards being replaced. it’s not like great. Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  more bashful. he’s trying a lot of new things/new ways of being with people. uhh more willing to just be exuberant and enthusiastic about things, as opposed to trying to check those behaviors in order to not take up too much space/seem too affected. Do they display affection in public? What about in private? only until somebody said something, and then he’d stop. privately it’s extremely muted, small things like just some part of the body touching or whatever rather than like constant petting or etc. Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? probably he would have a threesome under EXTREMELY SPECIFIC circumstances. not polyamory though. Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? someone who’s going to antagonize (like genuinely antagonize) him for fun, make fun of his interests, etc How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? i don’t know! i think there is a comfort that comes with knowing something is going to end eventually. Would they ever confess their feelings first? nah, he’s used to just simmering on things. also he really wants to be romanced while knowing it won’t happen without some kind of catalyst from himself, but that kind of defeats the purpose of the thing. Would they ever cheat on their partner? i want to say no, but he would openly have an affair in the marriage his parents arranged. on somebody he actually considered his partner, however? no. Do they want children? i don’t know that he can separate want and will have honestly Are they a cuddler? not at first. he doesn’t really know what’s appropriate. eventually he would be but only for a little bit at a time. doing it for too long would drive him nuts. Do they believe in soul mates? hmmm.... no Are they protective of their partner? in the sense that he is for most people... but not especially so. lot of respect for autonomy. How far are they willing to go for the person they love? :-) we’ll find out won’t we :-) Do they fall in love easily? kind of. there’s handful of different little gestures that would do it near immediately. Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? yeah Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? he really has a strong division between partner and spouse - for a partner, no. for a spouse, yes. he’d have to be like REALLY in love or else REALLY established individually in order to ignore it. Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner? yeah, sometimes it helps just to know you make someone happy ya kno