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we as a society do not explore proxy sex enough………….

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"Leona... fuck, just like that, that's so good, you're so good...!"

Raihan is aware that he's babbling semi-incoherently, but can hardly care at this point, drowning as he is in pleasure.

The fact that the one giving it to him is the man he's been pining over his whole life (fully reciprocated, as it turns out) only adds to the euphoria clouding his usually sharp mind.

There's a brief pause, then the movements resume, faster and harsher than before, forcing a loud gasp from Raihan's throat "Oh Seven above, yes...! You're so good to me, darlin'...~" the blond croons, raking long, black-painted nails through Leona's hair, breath hitching as the other's grip on him tightens.

"Mh, t-that really - nh - gets you goin' - ah - doesn't it? Bein' told you're good?~" a grin forms on Raihan's face even as soft moans keep leaving his lips, pale blue eyes glittering "'Coz you are. You're so, so good, takin' such good care of me~"

Leona had planned to take his time and truly savor this. He truly did.

"Ngh...!"

Had, before Raihan had worked his fucking sorcery and sent every rational thought he'd had packing.

Of course, it didn't help that he was practically already well-trained in caving to Raihan's every little whim, every request and even outright demands he'd make with only the slightest resistance. Anything and everything Raihan wanted, no matter how troublesome, of course Leona, ever the lovesick fool, was all-too eager to comply. All to watch those pretty eyes light up or even scrunch up in pride ( that—that was his favorite expression of all Raihan deigned to grace him with ) every time he'd fold, watch the satisfaction paint itself across that pretty face he'd known damn near all his life, no matter how much his own pride burned a bit. In a good way? Oh, yeah, definitely-

But now, hearing that lovely voice of Raihan's pitching and breathless, because of him. Calling out to him, praising him...how was he supposed to keep his wits about him like this?

A groan, almost bordering on a growl had caught in Leona's throat as his movements stuttered, "Y-you...!"

His voice held a sharp edge to it, what most any other would take as a warning were it not for how much more desperate it truly was. Desperate, mired with want that'd built and festered for too damn long, that he'd tried so damn hard to suppress. Tried, struggled to and...

"Fuck-"

...definitely failed now, hips canting hard into the other, once, twice, before his pace quickened, the simmering warmth pooled deep in his gut already beginning to boil over in need.

It was a far cry now from the steadier one held maintained before, where he’d wanted so badly to please Raihan and properly delight in every little shift in his voice, the quickly little flutter of his lashes and soft, shaky hitch of his breath.

Now?

Crumbling composure bared that desperate hunger lurking in him, more, as he'd feel Raihan clench tighter around him, the more he'd touch and talk so sweetly to him. The more Leona tried—and failed yet again—to keep the pathetic, increasingly needy little noises from clawing their way up his throat, pleasure and lust written clear across his features.

He really should think to curb himself back, but unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—for Raihan...well:

Leona had long since decided to allow himself to take all it was he wanted, and greedily so.

Claws dug into the other’s skin, as his hold on Raihan grew almost bruising, any worries of that out of sight and out of mind the more he’d lose himself to pleasure, drunk on praises he could never get enough of.

Pleasure building, building, the more near frenzied he’d become, the more Raihan’s voice filled his ears, the more he touched him, coiling tighter within until Leona found himself almost dangerously close.

But he wanted to be good. He was good, he was good, Raihan said so, so very good, so-

"Please," Leona found himself spilling past his lips, through grit teeth and shaky half-breaths, "Please—let me...I-I wanna-" pleas his own mind hardly registered, practically instinctive and right, like they were meant to be spoken.

He didn’t finish, unless Raihan gave the okay. He was good, anything for him, anything, anything—

His face pressed into the juncture of Raihan's neck, trying to stifle the pathetic, almost breathless whine rising in his throat.

“Please, Rai—ngh—ha-an…!”

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absolutely whipped for their s/o tops who sulk for hours bc they got reminded they cannot impregnate their partner for one biological reason or another >>>

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Moze's masochistic tendencies tend to fall almost in extremes due to his pain tolerance. He WILL actively encourage his partner to bite and scratch him up as they please since he knows it could be a good release for them. On his end, he likes being able to feel the sensation of them marking him up.

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What an unruly little pup in need of proper discipline...well, he already knew the man was damn near an incorrigibly stark contrast to his own meticulous presentation. But still...

"Is that a challenge then?"

The mere idea of being the one to 'train' Gallagher...that definitely sent a deliciously electric thrill through his body.

He could make an obedient dog out of him yet, he was sure of it. If he could just break him down in all the right ways ( how, oh how should he best go about that- ), Gallagher might as well be putty in his hands.

For now-

A proud little huff left Sunday's lips, wings fluttering a little as he pushed closer to Gallagher.

"Look at you now..." he almost crooned, voice almost patronizingly saccharine, "don't tell me that was enough to make you lose your wits already?"

The wet feeling against his gloves wasn't...as bad as he'd feared. Not with the soft plush warmth enveloping them, pulsing and constricting around the digits as he'd push further, dragging his fingertips along his walls. It was rather enjoyable, especially with how Gallagher's body would react. How his rich voice rang out in pleasure. But still...still-

His fingers stilled briefly, his brows furrowing a slight.

Odd...he ought to feel the other's cock by now. Was it deeper still for humans? Such an odd difference between and Halovians, he supposed. But no matter. He WILL find it. He just needed to try a little harder-

★ ━━━━━━ His legs opened wide to give Sunday room enough to touch, and Gallagher trembled against Sunday, his shoes flat against the floor as he was quite flexible...

"You finally get to see me, a bitch of a dog who bears teeth at everyone he meets. I'm not trained." He gasped between the warmth of his gut, and the static in his head.

He groaned in response to the chiding, his chest bouncing a little as he shifted, and he suddenly became aware of them--his breasts. Instinctively he moved a hand to cover them, bile rising that he did his best to swallow.

( Why now? Just when things were getting good?! )

But his dysphoria soon melted into pleasure as his brain also remembered what they were doing... the feeling of Sunday touching him.

His back arched as he felt fingers rubbing his sex, he knew how aroused he was--despite the stress, that his body would gracefully accept.

"Aahhh-- Aaaa!!!"

Two fingers slipped within easily, though it made Gallagher moan, feeling the fabric covered digits caressing his walls. He wanted to shove himself down, make his sex eat them, down to the last knuckle. Slowly, he nodded his head, chin still in Sunday's grasp.

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Fucking a nonhuman partner in their nonhuman form!!! 👏👏👏👏

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@cpirits​ said : [LACED IN SIN] [ slow ] sender pins receiver down and takes their time, making them feel everything + REVERSE // ScaRover 👀 『 Meme || Accepting 』

           ・⊱ Truly, nothing filled his veins with such a thrill the way playing with Rover did. His power, the danger he posed should he make a wrong move, ESPECIALLY after he seemed to have an affinity for Havoc as much as himself...Scar wanted it. Wanted all of it, it didn't matter if it'd tear him apart in the process. If Rover would destroy him the first chance he'd get if he could just get to push him too far.

           But that's what made him all the more enticing right?

           Right now, Scar held control fast in his hands, his Havoc-fueled frenzy leading him to have pinned Rover, straddling him fast as he'd secure the other's wrists. As he'd push right to his body, almost grinding down against him in moving closer, laughter spilling from his lips in pressing his head to the other's.

           "Mine at last," he crooned. Eyes gleamed with a particularly eager excitement while he shifted on the other, settling firm over Rover's hips as he dipped his head some and let his teeth scrape along the other's jaw. "Mine, mine, mine~"

           Ah, but as much as he'd love to devour Rover now...he ought to thoroughly enjoy him, now shouldn't he? Right, he could play with his precious little lamb now without worrying about those pesky friends of his intervening again-

           He let his Havoc coil around Rover's wrists, anchoring them right in place to free up his hand.

           Where oh where would his little lamb be weakest? Most sensitive?

           Well, now he had his chance to find out for himself.

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When they're whiny and desperate while kissing bc they're terrible at holding back how much they WANT their person >>>

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Hmmmmmmmm

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rip onigiri. imma draw it anyway

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🦁 👀 😳

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Muracchiiiii

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Vil is 100% absolutely into being taken in front of a mirror, send tweet

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Taller/buffer bottoms x shorter tops, my absolute beloveds-

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Wrios 100% would get SO turned on by his partner/a trusted buddy managing to catch him off guard and getting his own handcuffs on him, send tweet-

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Practice after Practice - Scarabia 🔞