alexei's room

what do you mean touch-starved I'm fine. Lex, 18+, they/them.

[theindivisual]

[veganpussyy]

dont jokingly flirt with me ill think about it for a whole month

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[schnapsliebe]

“Compliment someone on other things than their looks. It means so much more.”

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[alexeisroom]

All I want in this world is to find a place which feels so much like home that I can finally stop searching. No matter where I go, no matter how many times I feel the sense of home drift into my lungs, it leaves me on the next outbreath and my home is suddenly so much further away. The boundary keeps slipping, the façade changing, that man in the window who stands and waves and smiles and bares his teeth in explicit promise turns away, is replaced by another, and another layer appears on the perimeter. Another wall I cannot breach.

[bubirruyauyan]

[alexeisroom]

Ezra Miller for Playboy 2018

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Remnants of the Past by Philippe Vogelenzang

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The tie.

'Holy hell that's strong,' I said, holding the glass away from me and looking at it in surprise. 'What are you trying to do to me, boy?' He laughed, brushing blonde hair out of his face the same way he does every time I make him laugh when he isn't expecting it. 'Nothing scandalous,' he said, 'don't worry.' 'Well that's put a right downer on this evening,' I said, taking another sip of the vodka-rich drink, a longer one this time, holding his gaze, making sure he noticed. He cocked his head. His eyes narrowed, then his whole face relaxed into a tentative curve of a smile. He began to remove the already loosened tie from his neck, holding eye contact in a way that felt like a dare but also a promise, and he stood. His beautiful brown eyes still trained on mine, he took the glass gently from my hand and placed it on the table beside him. Before I had time to react he had both my hands in one of his, the tie looped around them, holding them high above me, pulling me out of my seat by the wrists. He held me in front of him like a dog on a short leash. His eyes narrowed again. He was thinking what to do with me. I followed him to his bedroom like the dutiful pet I am, expecting him to throw me onto his bed, but instead he led me to the loveseat where his jacket always lay. There was a bar above it, which I had taken for a low clothes rail, but now he enlightened me. Silently he instructed me with no more than a flick of his eyes to sit on the loveseat, and I watched as he tied my wrists to the bar on the wall. Desire surged through me. He took a step back and squatted before me, too far away. He wasn't thinking this time. He was admiring. He was enjoying the look on my face, the look which said you're too far away and come to me and what are you going to do. He enjoyed this a moment longer and then began to unbutton one cuff, slowly, his eyes on mine, blonde hair dropping slowly back in front of his right eye. He made no attempt to move it. He rolled up one sleeve, then the other, and then he sat back on his heels and waited. The look in his eyes was intense, but there was humour in there too, the same boyish charm I could never resist. He kept his eyes on mine as I squirmed in my seat, my knees parting slightly further, inviting but not yet pleading. He noticed. Of course he noticed. 'What would you like me to do,' he said, his voice low and even, and I began to realise he knew exactly what he was doing, that he had only needed permission. I parted my legs a little further, pressing myself into the seat, the pressure against my most sensitive parts flooding me with yearning. The lazy smile on his face spread into one with more purpose and he leaned forward, taking one of my ankles in each hand and moving them apart, his eyes on mine, his eyes always on mine, oozing with honey. 'Well?' he said, his hands moving upwards, one fingertip tracing a line along the outside of each of my calves, stopping at the hem of my skirt. I whimpered. It was all I could manage. 'Yes?' His eyes were almost mocking me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his neck and pull him to me. I resisted. 'Yes.'

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Bondage Warriors by Steven Klein for Vogue 2009

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[mandalor-the-gay]

“Fuck you my child is completely fine” Your child is staring at the ceiling for 5 hours straight imagining getting the barest hint of affection from their comfort character.

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Source

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A visitor.

Characters: unnamed male, gender-neutral reader.

Summary: An unexpected guest turns up to seduce the reader. Pretty clean, romantic, hint of dom/sub.

I was not expecting guests. I pulled a robe over my nightshirt and unlatched the deadbolt, pulling the door open only as far as the chain would allow, to be greeted by brown eyes with a story to tell, and a mouth which curved in one corner as he took in what little the door would allow him to see of my attire.

'You were waiting for me, then?' His smirk widened into the full-bodied smile he knew I could never turn away.

I had been sitting on the rug meditating, the candles still lit, the music still soft on the air. The room smelled sweetly masculine, the very scent which reminded me of him. This was not a sentiment I was ever willing to admit, but the way he breathed deeply, his eyes gently closed, suggested it might remind him of me, too. Unsure quite what to do with myself now with his aura in my space, his scent mingling with that on the air, the sheer energy of him changing the vibration of my home, I stood somewhat awkwardly in the room I called my lounge, kitchen, and bedroom. The light was soft and as his eyes opened again there was gold reflecting back at me, beauty so intense it might have been mistaken for love. Sensing that his appearance had thrown me, he took a step closer, his body two feet from mine, near enough that I could reach out for him, far enough that the energy which fizzled from him taunted me with its possibilities. He cocked his head and drew his bottom lip between his teeth, moving closer still and reaching one hand onto my waist, hooking a thumb under the belt of my robe and using it to gently but forcefully draw me to him. He stopped short of pulling my body against his. His eyes traveled down to my collar, to the v-line where my robe wrapped against itself, his eyes venturing under the fabric where his hands chose not to reach just yet. The way he could tease my body with only his eyes was nothing short of a superpower, and he used it for evil. His thumb still kept me tethered to him. He tugged so softly, rhythmically, as he looked into my eyes, a candle's light flickering on the skin of his face, painting his eyes gold in flashes. I could feel his tugging working away at the loose knot in my belt, which gradually came undone and displayed to him my nightshirt, translucent with wear. He released his thumb and let the belt fall to my sides, and then he stood, his arms held by his sides, waiting. 'Well?' Accepting his permission, I reached my hands under his shirt, running my fingertips up his toned waist, and drew the shirt over his head, his hair falling unevenly back against his forehead. I placed both hands against his pale chest, his skin warm under my palms, his skin flinching at the coolness of my touch and a ripple of goosebumps spreading up his sides and over his shoulders. I smiled as I watched it spread and he laughed, then gripped me by the waist with both hands so suddenly it knocked the breath from me. I shrugged the robe from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, and his smile opened, his tongue running over the corner of his lower lip. 'I think I've been naughty, today,' he said, the candlelight flashing his iris gold again as though in agreement. 'Oh?' He nodded, his hands moving around to my back over my soft shirt, then he lowered his face to mine and kissed me deeply, softly, his smooth lips parting from mine so delicately I wasn't sure when to open my eyes, and so I kept them shut, reaching my hands around to his back and planting my nails against the skin of his shoulder blades. I felt everything about him tighten against me. His lips were so close to mine I could feel their longing; the way the air moved when they almost reached for me but changed their mind. I drew my nails down his back and his spine curved, his chest now pressing against me, his strong forearms hugging my waist to him as the pain broke out over his face, and my nails continued, over the end of his shoulder blades, down the length of his back, down his waist, releasing him only when my hands were encroaching on an area he hadn't earned yet. His eyes burned into mine. With a long, low growl, he pulled me from the ground and carried me to the bed.

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