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[headinahornetnest]

Blowjob, fucking, size kink&training, little cunnilingus

D.iscord thoughts

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Thinking about honey and allergies. It still makes Smoothie's throat burn lightly, but he doesn't get hives or itches. Honestly, he often avoids sweets, so honey overpowers his palate to the point of being cloying.

But Sonny likes to have fun. Who doesn't love a mess every once in a while? Sticky, dripping everywhere, thick on his skin. He really did aim just a single line along his cock, but it's difficult to contain. If Smoothie had been a bit more eager to deep throat, then he wouldn't have any issues. But it's all over his shirt, hands, face, lips. Sonny's more bemused than anything to see Smoothie lick his forearm clean.

His saliva's syrupy, now. If anything he's spreading the stickiness. The smell of honey is so strong, there's practically buzzing in the air. Sonny swipes an index finger along Smoothie's cheek and sucks on residual sweetness. He pumps his hips up playfully. His dick flops this way and that in Smoothie's palm.

Sonny's always been a two-hander. (ideally more if possible). More than Smoothie's ever dealt with and beyond his depth in every interpretation of the word. Smoothie still gives good effort. Maybe half the length filling his mouth and tapping the back of his throat none too gently. He doesn't take air for granted, anymore.

Sonny doesn't get as much pleasure from watching him struggle like this. It's just as good when those soft nimble hands work him. Smoothie's mouth is much better trained than his throat. He's cute when he looks up to gauge Sonny's reactions. Surprisingly considerate and attentive.

When Sonny gives him the head tap, he knows to sink lower and prepare for a few thrusts. Even with all the restraint in the world Sonny can't resist hurting him a little. Smoothie looks better with glassy eyes and a flushed face. He gets his own revenge. Wipes whatever come he couldn't swallow on Sonny's pants. Breaths heavy and sweet as they fall from his lips. Exhausted. Looking used up in a way that makes Sonny want to do it all over again

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Smoothie seemed to be interested in history. Do you think he'd like old art stuff?

I was just thinking of Sonny having a beautiful painting that struck Smoothie in a way he couldn't explain. But Sonny handles and speaks of it like it is background noise or an eyesore. Something he wishes to replace with a more modern piece.

Smoothie isn't as conscious about emoting and his face says everything he wanted to hold back. (Like Orcus' frustration with the opera singer maybe?) It's not that Sonny believes the painting to be entirely lacking in artistry/ value. It's that he knows this thing is precious to Smoothie and obviously, he's going to use it to make the man squirm.

He finds himself growing more fond of it. He wonders how it's captivated his favorite employee. Smoothie's appreciation that brought his full attention to the piece.

Since he's the owner he feels no obligation to be shy or gentle. The golden frame is chipped. The resin overtop the painting is riddled with cracks, dust, random detritus. The colors dull and flaccid in comparison to other more flamboyant works.

He gets closer. Feeling each ripple and brushstroke underneath his fingertips makes it more alive, even bringing the thought of restoration to his mind. He sees past his own hindrances and preconceptions of the aesthetic needed along with the purpose of art.

He feels closer to Smoothie.

He spares no detail in his examination. And once it's committed to his memory the trance is snapped free. It's locked away in one of a thousand vaults in his mind.

(Maybe he glances at it a fraction more as he walks through the hallway. Definitely, if Smoothie angers him, then he's tearing through that baby with his bare hands and a boxcutter. Making a point to walk Smoothie past the tattered remains as a warning. If not loved, then feared. Sonny can accept hatred as long as it's kept under his heel.)

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N,sfw oh no

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It's just I wasn't thinking about personality really and what if Sonny was good in bed and that's why Bebe allowed him to continue to call her after a tipsy night of fun

And mostly him always having loved the idea of her as he was growing up. Getting to meet and interact with her got him working overtime to not screw up his chance. She initially thought he was cute, but more in a puppy pissing itself in excitement sort of way. They're at a swank party with ample booze. No pressure situation and he's finding himself going all goopy as they talk.

The image he has stashed in his head of what she's like is different than reality. Not in a disappointing way, but she's full, flesh and blood and vitality. And he laughs too hard at her jokes. The martinis are making him extra giddy, but mostly he's in love. She winks at him. At the ready with sage advice about The Industry he's now thrown himself into.

She has seen so many stars sputter out and expects no more from Sonny. It makes their relationship easier to grow into. For richer or poorer and from nobody to headliner, Sonny never wavered in his dedication.

The second or third time they f*cked. Sonny very pro foreplay. Maybe they started on the couch in the living room. He's on his knees in front of her, giving the most enthusiastic head. His fingers aren't long enough to prep her for his length, but she can certainly appreciate the effort. His hand's still inside her when Bebe pulls him up for a kiss. Eager to grab onto the pipe in his pants. It's still new, exciting, surprising. She wonders if she'll ever tire of it.

They get to play grab ass like they're young again. Each with their own soft and hard places perfect for fondling. They're revitalized when together. And Sonny's too gentle as he gets on top of her and rubs his dick along her cunt. She's not used to slow teasing, but Bebe could certainly get used to it.

He pushes in and they gasp and laugh and kiss some more. He still can't quite bottom out inside her, but there's no rush. It's not like she's not trying. Bebe's working at her clit and spreading as far as her joints will allow.

A part of her grows more conscious of the age gap between them. She gets a bit of the nerves Sonny had when he wanted to impress and please. He grabs her wrist to hold by her side. He only wants her as she is, without pretenses.

She understands. Takes her hand back to scratch along the top of his head. Hair spray and perfume coat her fingers. She drags her nails down and tangle into his hair, the other firmly held on his flank. Sonny grinds into her like he's going for tantric, but mostly he's checking her limits. Some encouragement and he starts up a rhythm. Passionate, slow, sensual. Lots of making out and heavy panting. More romantic than either of them could've anticipated for only their second fuck

Maybe third time they can get rowdy. When Bebe gets some toys for foreplay and something buzzy for herself during sex. What a howl of relief and delight when they managed to put all the pieces together