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#.pinned.

Knees hit the tiles of the kitchen floor swiftly, momentary shocks of impact radiating up his thighs with his mouth opening to take Finn's large cock into his waiting mouth. Salivating at being able to wrap his lips around the other man after so long, tongue tracing around the heavy length of what he could suck on to ready his throat for what was about to come. Spittle collecting and beginning to drip from his stretched mouth as Blaine works to take Finn as much into his mouth before bobbing his head, sucking as he goes. Only the sound of his wet choking from every jab against the back of his throat and wet plaps of skin against an eager mouth echoing now from the kitchen.

coachhudson

Finn looked down and watched as Blaine worshipped his big cock. "Oh fuck, yeah baby. Oh god, you look so fucking sexy on your knees for me." Finn bit his lip, watching him. "Lima's biggest cock slut." He smirked, reaching out and resting his hand on the back of Blaine's head. With that, he began swaying his hips back and forth, fucking his hefty cock in and out of Blaine's throat over and over again, fucking his face. "Oh fuck yeah, Blaine, that's it. Oh fucking take it." He groaned, taking a firmer grip on Blaine's hair as he sped up then.

blainedcvon

Not being a stranger to a good skull-fucking, Blaine braces himself to accept Finn’s cock down his throat over, and over, and over again. Throat constricting, adjusting to breathe through his nose to not physically suffocate from the sheer girth. Eyes watering, wet spit drooling down his chin with every crude slap of wet skin. Eyes turning upwards towards the other man, at the praise and encouragement, only able to retaliate with a pleased moan.

#.replies.#( blaine x finn )#coachhudson #/ mobile.

softdomsworld

I love scent freaks. steal my used shirt, bury your face in the crook of my neck and breathe deeply when you hug me, wear my clothes when you get off because it feels much better with my scent all over you.

#.desires.

klainegifs

#.mirror on the wall.

thecoopreturns

It was terrible that his favorite version of his brother was when he was like this- whimpering, whining, needy, and filthy as hell. Maybe it was just because it was the moment their connection felt the strongest, like all those little problems between them could fall away and be the furthest thing from either of their minds. Or the fact that the other was so normally put together and making him like this- some ruined little thing, was beyond hot. Or the fact that no one in the entire world could have Cooper's veins running as hot as they were in this moment with the taste of his little brother on his lips.

"I missed you, too, Blainers." He teased softly, that affectionate tone dripping from him as he felt himself twitch between the legs at that oh so pretty whine his brother gave him. "Then be greedy. Let yourself ache and desire for every inch of me. Show me how much you missed me, B." He praised lightly as he kept teasing that cock, his fingers dancing along it with every upward stroke over that sensitive head. Honestly, Cooper only had perhaps more control than Blaine did right now, the others whining, hitting him like a drug that made his cock ache between his legs. His hand reached for the other's underwear and practically tears it down off the shorter man's legs, to free that cock and that ass he was already thinking about fucking till the other passed out over the kitchen counter. The hand on Blaine's cock swept his fingers over that sensitive head again, gathering up precome before he brought it up to his own lips to lick off the taste with a soft moan. "So damn wet for me, baby." He praised as his hand returned around that cock again.

blainedcvon

Blaine knew his older brother had always been an utter tease. Dragging his touch out to make everything in him rut with erotic desire, and his body heat rise. And it was driving him up a wall. Keening at how his cock throbs, body clenching around nothing as the anticipation rises by the second. "I want you so much," the words leaving parted lips in a whispered whimper. "I want to feel every inch, Coop, please."

Succumbing to pleading wasn't that surprising even as he hears himself offer another please from the back of his throat. Hips following every move Cooper makes with, following the touch so it never stops. The taut feeling curling like a white heat he was holding onto, needing to make it last.

"Fuck me. I don't want to cum without you inside of me." Blaine's own hands scrambling to get his brother and himself away from the wall and out of clothes much faster. Why were so many layers on to begin with? The room was too hot for clothes. "I want to feel all of you. Don't hold back."

#.replies.#( blaine x cooper )#thecoopreturns #cw incest

dylankarofsky

Dylan was just trying to relax as much as he could given the heat, laying on his bed wearing nothing but a smile and a half-damp towel that was lazily draped over his chest while he looked through his phone. He was just a little bored, not really sure what to do when the message came through and he slowly sat up in bed, looking over it with a little grin as he thought for a moment. The idea of just strutting over to the Evans house completely naked was enticing, it wouldn’t be the first time Dylan had walked from his house to someone elses without a stitch on but he knew he had something that he never really got to wear that he wanted to try.

📲 — A BBQ sounds fun Mr Evans. I’m totally down to cum

📲 — *come

📲 —…no, actually, I totally meant cum

He grinned cheekily before slipping over to his wardrobe and riffling through it, pulling out the item he was looking for. The tiniest men’s thong he had ever bought with the design of the american flag emblazoned on it, he slipped into it making sure the string in the back was just perfectly placed between his cheeks. He checked himself in the mirror quickly “Oh yeah, that’s one patriotic slut” he exclaimed proudly before grabbing a blue baseball hat to slip on and grabbing a bottle of sunscreen before making his way out of his house and around to the Evans home.

He walked around the side and into the backyard, beaming upon seeing Blaine in a pair of shorts that anyone with eyes could tell were not meant for his specific body shape “Hey Mr Evans, Happy 4th of July” he said happily as he headed over to give the man a hug “This was totally an awesome plan of yours, so cool of you to set this up” he said, before stepping back a little and just look over the man “Nice shorts by the way… they really make your ass look awesome, not that it needed their help”

blainedcvon

If there was one thing Blaine detests about mowing lawns, it's how it makes everything green. Too green. It's the farthest thing from the required colors of the July holiday and he finds his shoes and legs easily stained with the color. The only positive side being that the yard looked ten times better, despite the different shades now obvious.

Having been bent over trying to brush stray grass from his legs when he hears Dylan approach, he only straightens with a wave, free hand clutching the shorts before they fell all the way down and also got stained. He didn't feel like dealing with cleaning Sam's clothes of grass stains on top of everything else.

And he could appreciate the view as Dylan gets closer. Well defined shoulders but a tiny waist, and a notable bulge that Blaine is open about staring at. It wasn't as if he was shy or unaware of how well packed the men of Lima were, but he could let the lustful feral mind of his rev into overdrive for a moment before bouncing back.

"Long time no see, Dylan!" Hugging back, shorts sagging so low he all but flashes the entire yard -- not that it would matter, but he's still quick to grab the waistline to avoid that from happening. "These are actually Sam's, but thank you." Giving a twist, glancing over his shoulder to his own ass, deciding the younger man is just offering a meaningful compliment instead of actually meaning it.

To him, the shorts were too straight and didn't do anything to his figure except expose more of it. Sam's body shape and his weren't par-for-par, as Sam was all muscle and Blaine had curves.

"I should probably change as I was just mowing the yard -- as you can see," he gestures grandly to the yard and then at the stains on his shoes and calves. "But you're free to make yourself at home. I'm sorry Grayson isn't here, it's just me for the moment."

#.replies.#( blaine x dylan )#dylankarofsky

Would you rather have a big dick but a flat ass or a big thick juicy ass and a microdick?

Well, I know there are toys designed for penetration if your dick isn't up to par with what you want. Expensive but worth the price. So, my current thick juicy ass is here to stay! Unless this is implying it isn't...

#.ask games.#( blaine x anon )#/ / he's slightly offended

If you could have a threesome with anyone, living or dead, who would it be and why?

Would absolutely die if I could have a threesome with Adam Levine and Marlon Brando. Or maybe Adam Levine and James Dean. Also had a brief thought of Clark Gable in Gone with the Wind but I don't think that would be a threesome, so I doubt that counts.

Can't go wrong with either of those seeing as it's on my bucket list to fuck someone famous.

#.ask games.#( blaine x anon )

Blaine wants to play too !

#.ask games.#/ / while i try to knock these drafts out

#/ / live reaction to sam’s disappearance #ooc / / also hi i’ve got all my owes in my drafts - apologies on writers block being the bane of my existence

Naked and alone, Blaine’s mind had been permitted to wander aimlessly where he can stare longingly out the second floor window at the grandiose backyard. The grass was getting so long now that it was spilling over onto the patio stone floor, and he has to remind himself that it wasn’t an assigned job in the Evans household on who mowed it, just that it needed to get done before getting out of control. And with Cooper back in town, he hadn’t seen much of anything except the coffee shop and the marvel that was his ceiling.

Inwardly muttering as he pulls one of Sam’s neglected board shorts on, forgoing underwear, and fishes out his phone, deciding he better ask his neighbors this now before willingly getting sunburnt in the summer sun.

[ OUTGOING TEXT → HOT NEIGHBOR 🔥 ]

📲 — This may be a presumptuous question, but to hell with it.

📲 — What are the July 4th plans for everyone? Because I was considering throwing a BBQ as Sam and I have the best seat for viewing fireworks from this yard.

📲 — Consider clothes optional. 😉

📲 — Unless you’d prefer clothes, then by all means. No judgement! Come as you are. Multiple times if you feel up to it!

Self-deprecating himself under his breath after pressing send, he braves leaving Cooper’s guest bedroom to make the trip downstairs for shoes before finally making it to the backyard. Sam’s shorts hanging low on his hips, barely clinging as is, he lets them sag low, the ghost of a happy trail from navel to the hinted at trimmed hair below the waistline of said shorts.

#gaygleestarter #.blaine starts.#/ mobile.

faggotdracula

we need to talk more about free use tops. it’s always free use bottoms but what about the tops that let you make demands to be fucked and they do it. the tops that let you put a harness on them and ride them. the tops who let you use them as toys. hello can anyone hear me

#.desires.

coachhudson

"God you are so right. I don't know what I was thinking. I should never let myself get that overwhelmed with work again. Not when I have you waiting for me." Finn smiled, feeling those hands undoing his jeans. He smirked and turned, leaning his backside against the kitchen island as he helped Blaine undo his jeans.

Before long, Finn's huge white cock fell free, the jock stroking it slowly as he looked up at Blaine. Something about doing this smack dab in the middle of the house was really, really arousing to Finn. "You miss this big dick, sweetheart? You wanna drop down and suck it?" He grinned, slapping his cock against his other palm, the weight of it sounding through the kitchen.

blainedcvon

Knees hit the tiles of the kitchen floor swiftly, momentary shocks of impact radiating up his thighs with his mouth opening to take Finn's large cock into his waiting mouth. Salivating at being able to wrap his lips around the other man after so long, tongue tracing around the heavy length of what he could suck on to ready his throat for what was about to come. Spittle collecting and beginning to drip from his stretched mouth as Blaine works to take Finn as much into his mouth before bobbing his head, sucking as he goes. Only the sound of his wet choking from every jab against the back of his throat and wet plaps of skin against an eager mouth echoing now from the kitchen.

#.replies.#( blaine x finn )#coachhudson

theesamevans

Sam smiled at his phone every time a text from Blaine came through, busying himself with getting ready for the other's imminent arrival quickly. He grunted as he managed to get himself changed into the latest outfit he'd added for himself to the 'special' section of their walk-in closet. The man who had been wearing a dirty hoodie and short-shorts now now wore a sleek black tactical ensemble featuring a fitted high-neck compression top with harness-style straps, cargo utility pants, fingerless tactical gloves, and lace-up combat boots.

As he fussed with his hair and his appearance he saw the last of Blaine' s messages come through, his heart warming and beginning to race. It was just about time for him to head downstairs anyway. He grabbed one last thing before thudding down the stairs in his black leather boots. He scribbled on the fridge grocery list before making his way back to the front door, hearing Blaine's new sports car softly roar into the driveway. He loved that car and it gave him a boner every time he could hear his husband driving up in it.

His heart thumped against it's cage as he prepared to make one of Blaine's fantasies come true. The other came through the door and Sam moved swiftly- taking the much shorter male by surprise. He secured the drink from his hand and set it down before managing to spin Blaine around and pin him against the closed door, grasping his hands, "You're the one that's gonna need a hero, now, darlin'," he muttered into his husband's ears. He pinned the other's wrists to his lower back with a single hand while his free hand lifted up the silver handcuffs he'd been holding up for Blaine to be able to see before he slipped his hand back down and began to fasten them on him.

"Now that you're back home from Broadway- I think I need to remind you who you are and who I am," Sam all but growled into the other's ear, using a fraction of his strength and weight to keep Blaine right where he wanted him, "Sure- You've been a good boy but even good boys need to be reminded of their place now and then, don't you think?" he grinned, now leading Blaine to the living room without waiting for an answer, "Get on your knees," he ordered, setting Blaine down in front of the couch that he took a seat on, spreading his massive, muscular thighs before giving a final, definitive command, "Worship me."

blainedcvon

Being caught completely by surprise, Blaine doesn't have time to comprehend much. The cold drink being swept from his hold with such ease that he's left with an empty hand held aloft for a few seconds like a total idiot as confusion and piqued interest overtake him. Focus honing in on Sam's outfit of choice, dark and commanding. An almost complete switch up from the usual golden retriever dorkiness with a silent demand to taken seriously.

And it makes Blaine unbelievable hard. Straining against the zipper of his chino pants as he can only admire Sam in his outfit. Grabby fingers wanting to touch him all over, and worship those taut muscles of exposed forearms. But he's being apprehended before he even has time to react past ogling like the fanboy of his husband he was.

Cheek pressing against the cool wood of the door, arms twisted behind himself, breath caught. Body heat rising at Sam's teasing words as his wrists get cuffed, he's using the distraction to step out of his boat shoes so they wouldn't get caught up in the eager manhandling between the door and wherever he was going to be taken.

"Fuck this is so hot, Sam...welcome home to me," he whispers more to himself, tone giddy as he's pulled away from the door and led through the house and into their living room. Soft carpet being more forgiving on him dropping to his knees then the hardwood ever was on his aging knees -- though he'd be lying if he tried to tell himself that also wouldn't have been hot. Was there anything his husband could do that wasn't hot? Always with the reminder of no.

Arms locked behind his back, it takes a balancing act to find his core as he shuffles forward until his knees hit the bottom of their couch, keeping him from getting any closer. Without the use of his fingers he can only rely on leaning forward with his face, pressing chaste kisses to one clothed knee, exhaling his warm breath over the tight black fabric while moving up a strong thigh to his groin.

Like a cat asking for pets as he rubs his cheek over Sam's clothed cock when locating it, inhaling everything that was purely his husband. The strong body wash from that morning's shower, masculine and fresh, mixing with the natural body salty sweat and musk from the day's activities of purely existing. A silent relief of not catching a whiff of another man anywhere near his husband in this position, though he still grunts when trying to use his teeth to get at Sam's belt.

"Please, My Lord Sir, let me service your cock. I've been so good, I promise. My body has been craving you all day, and my holes are always ready for you to use as you see fit." Blaine pleads, propping his chin against Sam's lap, mouth opening to showcase his eagerness and willingness in being used

#.replies.#theesamevans #( void )

blainedcvon

📲 — If you can invent time travel, I think we'd all be in trouble, actually.

📲 — But no no no you were complaining about me being too tempting in my short underwear....and no underwear...and cheerio uniform possibilities...and dalton uniform. The whole shabang. I'll lock myself away to save your soul, Coop. I'm a good little brother.

📲 — aka, if you want this, you'll have to come and get it, dear brother.

thecoopreturns

📲 - Cooper Anderson, Time Traveller. That's actually a good pitch, I might try and make a TV show. You know, minus the fucking my little brother part.

📲- Ulgh. Please. I'd rather be a good little brother in way more sinful ways. I have like, a list of ways for you to do that.

📲- Heh. Where are you right now, then baby boy?

blainedcvon

📲 — Of course you’d go to that. Do I at least get credit if it gets off the ground? You better mention me handsomely for being your inspiration in all the interviews.

📲 — I should have you write up this list. Intensively. I could use a good erotic read.

📲 — We can use it as a checklist too, if you’re feeling up for the challenge.

📲 — Now, now the point of hide and seek is to *seek*, Coop. I will confirm I’m in the house.

📲 — PS. I asked Sam for a threesome with you in our bedroom. He’s agreed. If you’re at all interested that is…if not nevermind! Sorry I brought it up.

#.text.#( blaine x cooper )#thecoopreturns #cw incest #/ mobile.

theesamevans

[💬] Ayeeee, that was a good one, babe 🤣😂

[💬] Good boy.

[💬] Even a pinky promise!? You are serious about this. That makes me so happy.

[💬] You wanna get Eifel-Towered by me and your brother real bad, don't you, my sexy little cockslut? 😜

[💬] I'm gonna make sure that head of yours is completely empty all weekend long- the only things you'll be able to think about are me, my cock and my seed 😏🔥

[💬] Fuuuck— I'm so hard now.

blainedcvon

📲 — You can't see it but I bowed at the phone, so you're welcome for the laugh. I'm here to please!

📲 — Well you make me happy. So I guess it comes natural at this point.

📲 — Eifel-Towered?! Really?! 🥵️ Yes! YES YES YES GOD YES, so so so much. please please please please

📲 — Would you like me to come take care of that for you, Sir? I could always use an extra protein shot so early in the morning.

#.text.#theesamevans #( void )

wankyuniverse

#.mirror on the wall.

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