come right on me; i mean camaraderie

Nate finishes with his face hidden in Karter's neck with half-quiet groans and the color red painting his features. He couldn't wait any longer - not with the words spilling out of Karter's mouth; he was clawing at the edges of the mattress with one hand over the historian's head. Teeth scraped softly on the naked collarbone and soft skin of his shoulder. He'll later joke that you'd think after a two-hundred year nap, we could have gone twice. But Karter had sucked him dry — and Nate doesn't slow until he's heard Karter do the same and the man is spent and soft.

He laughs loud once, and several times after, with decreasing volume. Nate still lays on Karter even with his imposing figure. " — don't want to move just yet. " A whisper. Everything he says after is the same. Fucking could have an audience, but appreciation was private. He kisses with red lips, taking little bites of his savior along the way. The hand still wrapped around Karter's cock still toys with its slit with a gentle finger or two. "You're perfect, I could stay inside you forever." He keeps on with the compliments for two or ten more before Nate finally falls silent and slips off to the side. An arm still clings to Karter, though, he cannot let go.

Quietly embarrassed about his own display, he fears that Karter may think him a man who takes and leaves but he has always been one to ask the other to stay for breakfast. "Karter.. I — I hope you're pleased with yourself, making a man wait two centuries for the best lay of his life. "

THERE'S A NEAR sense of frustration in Nate's movements, HE'S SO EAGER. They both are. They'd been WAITING for this for so long, ever since the Vault Karter had found himself daydreaming about a bedroom brawl with Nate. HE'D TRIED his best not to be disrespectful, but THE RELEASE of this was nothing short of amazing. There's a few more moments of BLISSFUL & RAGGED THRUSTING, the two of them REACHING RELEASE.

Karter exhaling softly as he comes down from the high. Wrapped in Nate's embrace as the movement comes to a halt beyond their chests rising & falling from the return to earth that they seem to be both experiencing. Karter's LEGS shake a little, THE warmth spreading inside of him from Nate having finished causing a small grin to pull at the corner of his lips, PUNCTUATED by Nate's words.

"I like the sound of that...just YOU inside me––y'know...forever."

OF COURSE that's likely the post orgasm TALKING, yet there's still a subtle sensuality in this, NATE'S WORDS low, soft, intimate. Just for the two of them. The following statement Nate makes causing a laugh to escape him, OUT OF BREATH, but still present as arms lace around the other man, HIS form rolling atop him and peppering kisses across his face.

"Oh don't speak too soon...I GET BETTER WITH TIME, especially once I start cooking for you after the fact..."

A SMILE. An indirect statement that he WANTS this to be more than the sex. He can ONLY hope, but he'd gotten the sense that this likely WAS more given the nature of things between them as of late.

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tigerincahoots

KEVIN WAS NOT KNOWN TO MOAN DURING INTIMATE ACTS. Not because he was against it – but it took a very special talent to actually make him produce the sort of lewd sounds that someone would hear in a porno. Yet - Karter managed to make him part his lips and groan in a mixture of pleasure and want with such each that it was nothing short of absolutely amazing. Many guys had been in that position. With their head between his legs, sucking his cock like their fucking life was depending on it. CRAVING every fucking inch of his glorious dick. Kevin couldn’t really blame them. He did have a dick unapologetically big.

”FUCK.” The cuss escapes his lips without control as his body twists and turns under Karter’s attention. He does what he is TOLD. He goes faster. He goes harder. The hollowed cheeks alongside the dancing tongue and velvety lips. The slurping sounds match the intensity of his own mewls of pleasure. Fuck – if this shit wasn’t HEAVEN, Kevin had no idea what was. They had the whole weekend to engage in any sort of carnal activity. Non-stop sex since the moment they stepped into that hotel room because they truly could not keep their hands out of each other. Nor do they want to.

LEGS SPREAD A BIT WIDER. Feet planted on the mattress as Kevin pokes his tongue out to lick the left corner of his lips – his gaze PREDATORY on the man feasting on his dick. Karter was giving everything he had and then some and by the stream of shivers that danced down his spine to the curling toes… he would never fucking fail to impress. “Look at me.” He wants Karter’s eyes on him. That visual confirmation that he is everything Karter will ever see the same way as his lover is everything he will ever admire. The grip on the hair becomes rougher. Fingers clenching around the golden locks like an improvised leash, keeping his man close. “Such a good boy…” Fuck – he does love the sight of the saliva dripping down Karter’s chin as he keeps his mouth full. Almost makes him want to lean in and lick it clean.

”I’M GOING TO FUCK YOUR MOUTH NOW” The tone used is more of a statement of a fact rather than merely information. Kevin would do that regardless. He just wanted Karter to know that he was done being the one relaxing against the bed when he could very well be the one DRILLING his lover’s face until they were both satisfied. “Keep your eyes on me, yeah?” The first thrust is slow. Hips rolling upward, thrusting almost the full length of his erection into Karter’s eager mouth. He had never seen something so beautiful - and it almost takes his breath away. How the fuck could he be so lucky? The following thrusts are faster – more relentless. DESPERATE even… He wants to hear Karter moan. He wants to hear him choke. He wants to see him quiver with need. “Be good for me, wifey…. Suck that dick.”

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HE'S PRACTICALLY in heaven. Despite his otherwise ICY & CONTROLLED demeanor when in the company of his boys, THIS was an entirely different world. A regression back to the days where they were young & CONSTANTLY going at each other. IT'S A VIVID & PLEASANT memory, the position they're in now he recalls fondly on weekends where they'd be left to their own devices after school. HIMSELF situated between Kevin's legs. MOUTH stuffed with the man's LARGE COCK. Busying himself to PLEASE him. THOSE weekends where they did NOTHING but pleasure each other to completion.

IT TAKES HIM back, and god does he love every second of it. HE'S GRACED with the change of tune, Kevin making it clear he's enjoying what's happening. His voice is GRAVELLY and FILLED WITH NEED & DESIRE. Karter takes it to heart, and when he's COMMANDED he obeys. EYES locking with Kevin's as his relentless sucking CONTINUES. KEVIN wastes no time falling into that DOMINATING role he did so well, HIS GRIP In Karter's hair tightening when he does what he's told.

IT'S NIRVANA. He prided himself on his defiance, BUT HERE he was anything but. Being a GOOD BOY––doing what he's told. PLEASING this man like it was his ETERNAL DUTY. HE STARTS daydreaming as he moves up & down Kevin's cock, INHALING the full length before pulling himself to the head and BACK AGAIN. His saliva coats the other man's ENTIRE SHAFT, wet & slick in the best way possible. PREPARING it for what would come.

IT'S THEN that the singular word comes out that GUARANTEES he'll be screaming & begging for the other man FOR THE ENTIRETY of the day. They may have planned to go out and do something, but now there was no chance. THEY'D BE SPENDING THE DAY in this room, EXPLORING each other's BODIES & doing everything they can to GET EACH OTHER to that beautiful FINISH LINE they all chased in the end when it came to these carnal acts.

THE STATEMENT that comes is EFFECTIVELY a statement rather than a warning and before LONG he's in heaven, EYES locked on Kevin as the other man's thrust become an ONSLAUGHT. A nonstop drilling of his mouth and throat. HE'S IN HEAVEN despite the aggression. HE THRIVED like this, PUTTING the effort to make it feel as amazing as humanly possible.

He's not done pulling every reaction Karter contains and he doesn't think he will today. Every twitch, every cry, every word and moan and breath invades his chest and Nate becomes addicted. The high he rides is near its peak, and Nate starts to lose his even, but quick, rhythm. To wait, to torture himself and Karter both, so he can enjoy the man for longer, he goes slow.

Nate pushes one of Karter's legs above his shoulder and shifts to the side. He gives all that his lover can take. Swollen lips kiss to taste the other's tongue and teeth and sweat. "Fucker - Karter, I don't want to stop. I want to be in you all night, keep you in bed, watch your perfect body take my cock- "

A breathy laugh huffs from his nose and the few seconds his pace slowed were over. He snaps forward again, groaning as the other's hole keeps him warm and contained, happy and hard until he's milked Nate dry. The older man keeps up the praise and reaches for Karter's length to grip and push his finger near the man's slit.

The sheer desperation between them is palpable. He can't CONTROL himself. He wants everything. EVERYTHING Nate will give him and then some. EYES half lidded as the pleasure all but overwhelms him. He never wants this moment to end and as it would seem, NEITHER did Nate. His pace, once aggressive & relentless, SLOWS. He wants to drag it out. IT'S PERFECT.

Despite the decreased speed and MORE LANGUID nature of the motions, Karter is enthralled. PRACTICALLY in heaven with how amazing it was. Head is thrown back as NATE seems to continue, HIS LEGS getting adjusted to find their place on Nate's shoulder. THE WORDS he speaks practically send Karter to heaven.

"Fuck––I don't want you to pull out–I want to feel you in me ALL NIGHT. My hole is yours! I'M YOURS...and ONLY yours––!"

IT'S all he can muster before the actions become to much for him to be able to BEAR words any further, instead devolving into sounds of PLEASURE, teeth TEARING into his own lower lip as Nate's hand finds his own LENGTH, the sensation almost otherworldly as he draws in a sharp breath.

"FUCK-Nate––fuck you're so perfect! Fuck it's..YOU'RE INCREDIBLE..."

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@bldrfckd Colt & Karter

#desires #karter #ft. colt

tigerincahoots

EVEN WITH CLOSED EYES, he can feel the movement by his side. The change in the weight of the mattress, the heat source moving closer to him rather than away. It’s morning – but he doesn’t care. Body is still relaxing from the night before, that marathon of sex and decadence that both him and Karter would indulge whenever they were together and away from prying, snitching eyes. No one would tell that they were rivals if they saw the way they FUCKED. The desperation in their kisses, the need that tormented them in wanting to touch everything and anything all at once. He is aware that he should probably hate Karter’s guts because their families were on opposites sides of the spectrum… but he DOESN’T. Despite everything, hate is the thing furthest from his mind. It kind of shocks him. This admission that maybe Karter isn’t as expendable as he initially believed. But that is a story for another day. A problem that isn’t really a problem that needs to be analysed.

HE REFUSES TO MOVE, yet his lips curl ever so discreetly to something that could almost resemble a smile He can feel the other man’s weight moving toward him. He can feel that shallow breathe – that excited touch. Karter wants to pick up where they left last night. Another round – another opportunity for them to lose themselves intone another before returning to the real world where they will play PRETEND and hate each other’s guts once more. But that is later, not now. Now he wants it. Craves it, if Kevin is to be completely honest. But he refuses to move, barely moving as he keeps the sleeping act to give Karter the satisfaction of waking him up with his mouth.

#ic #karter #ft. kevin #tigerincahoots

IT GOES without saying that Karter was nothing if not dedicated. He had been so in the haze of the moments between them last night that it STUCK with him long after the evening had come to a close and they'd called it for the night simply by drifting off into slumber. He was nothing if not PROUD of his dedication to his 'craft'. SUCKING HIM OFF. It was a desire he'd not deny himself.

KEVIN SEEMS to enjoy himself. Karter's mouth occupied by Kevin's cock as he continues his fervid rhythm. UP & DOWN. Bobbing upon the man's large & throbbing erection that's NOW grown in size since he'd started. He's shameless. HE KNEW exactly what he wanted––they both did so why DID they bother wasting time trying to figure out when the ANSWER was already there.

THE HAND in his hair only further serves to excite him, HE TAKES it as both A CHALLENGE & AN REWARD. He wants so badly to continue what they started last night, and he HAS no intention of letting Kevin go anywhere. THEY'D cleared a weekend, they'd be occupying the same bed for AS LONG as they could have the space.

THE ENCOURAGING words only serve to egg him on, his sucking growing more intense. MORE MESSY even, his desperation becoming increasingly clear by each bob he goes UP & DOWN on the shaft. THE PROMISE of future events only further making him NEED. He couldn't describe JUST HOW INTENSE his ache for the other man was, and it was LARGELY thanks to the performance and the WAY he spoke during.

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NSFW ORAL STARTERS

“Open wide, (name).”

“Spread your legs for me, (name).”

“Let me taste you, please (name).”

“Your ass/pussy looks so nice. I need a taste.”

“My tongue has missed your ass/pussy so much.”

“Don’t hold back, now. I wanna know how much you love my tongue.”

“You want my tongue? Beg me for it.”

“You want my tongue? Ride it.”

“Come sit on my face, (name).”

“Can I try sitting on your face?”

“Fuck. I could eat you up.”

“I’m so hard/wet. Want a taste?”

“I’m gonna make you scream, only using my tongue.”

“I was hoping I could skip straight to dessert.”

“Please, I need your tongue~”

“I wonder if I’ll choke on you this time.”

“That feels amazing, (name). Don’t stop~”

“You’re shivering. Does that mean you want more?”

“Don’t bite!”

“Gentle…”

“Harder.”

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

“Slow– slow down.”

“A little more. I know you can take it.”

“You can take more than that, can’t you?”

“That’s it, keep going~”

“Fuck my face.”

“Would you do that thing with your tongue for me again?”

“Am I pulling your hair too hard?”

“Fuck. So good. Just a little deeper.”

“I’m close… Just a few more seconds…”

“I could just slide your panties aside and-”

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Konstantine Kostyn via Twitter

#physique #karter

dawg-bowls

drooling all over someone's cock. they are full on fucking your face, sliding their cock over your tongue and using you. hitting the back of your throat causing you to nearly gag and salivate more. their fucking agitates your saliva and makes it froth in bubbles. all with obscene sucking and squishy noises while they make you their personal toy

#desires #karter

There's a part of him that wants to go slow, but another that deigns to relish in his victory. It was a hard battle and they both deserve relief. Nate moves to a more comfortable position, his features now rubbing against the back of Karter's neck, and moves quicker.

His pace changes, what was first slow and methodical - careful - has transformed into a constant demand. Teeth scrape against Karter's skin and Nate nearly falls from the kisses he feels to his arm. He can't take it - he pulls out and with both hands manhandling Karter's body, twists the man until he's flat on his back. Nate takes no time to return to the grueling rhythm. "I have to see your face. Please, baby. I have to."

Upper teeth then bite hard on his lower lip. He chases the finish line like a man crazed, desperate to come undone. Nate whispers obscenities and promises and delights in run-on sentences. They lack punctuation - he cannot pause or breathe or stop - he wants to see Karter split down the middle while on him and his cock alone. He calls him gorgeous and handsome and perfect while his hands jerk the other off in stuttering shifts. Please, please, please, fuck, you're so tight and you're mine, all mine, fuck.

Nate gives lavishly of himself and stares into Karter's eyes, begging for them to want him as badly as he wants them. And they do because Karter does and Nate falls forward, sucking on the lover's tongue as the bed rocks beneath them. He wants to hold and be held and he takes Karter's face with his hands and silently begs.

He can barely think straight, HEAD spinning, body preoccupied. He's so wrapped up in this moment. THE COLLIDING of carnal release mixed with that SUBTLE SENSE of romanticism. The act seemed to garner an INTENSE reaction from Nate, palpable by the change in his rhythm.

RELENTLESS, PASSIONATE, like he's chasing the release he so desperately craved...THAT THEY BOTH so desperately craved. There's no denying now that Karter is too far gone to stop. TO GO BACK. If it hadn't been clear before, it was CRYSTAL now where Nate's mind stood when it came to the two of them.

With little WARNING he's flipped, chest to chest with the other man, letting his arms drape on Nate's shoulders for dear life as the man continues his relentless crashing of his hips. THE PLEASURE is immeasurable, only accentuated by the words spilling from Nate's lips. PRAISE. PLEAS. The NICKNAME. It's perfect. EVERYTHING Karter needs.

"Fuck–I'm yours! God don't stop––fuck Nate it feels amazing! You feel fucking amazing––!!"

It's all he can really muster, LEGS lacing around Nate's hips. His words are SILENCE by their lips meeting, the KISS only further adding the more ROMANTIC nature of this moment. The sensations are OTHER-WORLDLY. Nate's roughness & determination shows in every thrust, THE ONLY thing in Karter's mind is the two of them–their connected forms, AND THE SOUNDS of hitched breaths, whimpers & groans,THE CREAKING of the bed. It's just them here–nothing else mattered. NO ONE ELSE mattered in this moment.

THE KISS BREAKS and Karter tucks into the crook of Nate's neck, HELPLESSLY whimpering and moaning for me. Like he can't get enough––LIKE HE'LL NEVER get enough.

Nate is already positioned above Karter, sliding in with slow shifts that are barely an inch at a time. As giddy as he was when they arrived to the room, now he shows hints of trepidation. He is not a small man and without time to adjust, he's terrified of hurting his new lover.

But when the man begs, Nate stands a little straighter, sweat beading on his hairline. Karter says harder, so Nate agrees, snapping his hips forward with a groan. He knows he should move, but why? His comfort here is tenfold. The warmth he feels from inside the man's walls spreads straight to his balls that slap against skin. His hands start to move, blunt nails scratching down Karter's spine.

He moves then. A little at a time, pulling out until Karter is at his widest and plunging back in. Nate is loud, moaning at every little shift. He swears the man is squeezing him whole. "Baby, I don't want to hurt you... you're doing so good for me already. "

He leans forward, kisses over the man's back, sliding back and forth with small, little thrusts. What he wants to do will come in time. A hand reaches around Karter and Nate finds himself overly pleased with what he finds. "You're gorgeous. You're fucking gorgeous." Nate's a broken record, singing praises at every beat.

His head is spinning, ALMOST dizzied by the swiftness. He's face down on the mattress, SEARCHING anything he can grab onto for dear life. He couldn't even RECALL the last time he'd had SEX, and at this point it didn't even matter, he's SO FOCUSED. So completely present in this moment that he hangs on every move Nate makes. EVERY WORD he says. There's NOTHING ELSE.

Just them & the bed. Nate seems to GET THE MESSAGE because the moment he registers the PLEADING, he snaps forward, the sheer force of him making Karter's legs like jelly in perhaps the best way imaginable. He responds with a sound––A YELP of delight, face pressing forward into the creaking mattress to try and muffle his sounds.

HE ISN'T sure how close anyone is to the room, but he's thankful the walls are STONE. He's certain if they're not careful the whole CASTLE will know what they're up to.

"Fuck...I'm ok––you feel AMAZING...it feels so fucking perfect...please don't stop––"

HE ASSURES him. Head dipping down as he adjusts, ALMOST whiny when he moves his hips, as if PLEADING physically for Nate to LET LOOSE.

"––give me it all...I need it. I can take it–"

The rhythm that follows has Karter all but seeing stars, EYES half lidded as Nate eclipses him–HE'S SO WARM, the pleasure couples with how SAFE HE FEELS and he tucks his head into the warmth of NATE'S arm, peppering small kisses along the exposed skin–a nonverbal show of AFFECTION toe add to the sensation of their otherwise CARNAL act.