carpe diem? carpe don't 'em

whatever happens, i want you to know your kid was one of the them one of the best of the best ;; indie mumu +18

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DEEP INSIDE, Bryce knew that despite all the things Damian said, he wasn’t against Bryce’s actions. Maybe Damian was even missing these kings of dirty and nasty things. A smug grin appeared on Bryce’s plush lips as he listened to what Damian revealed so shamelessly. With the tip of his tongue, he traced over the other’s earlobe before letting out a low chuckle. To him, it seemed like Daniel has lost his fire a bit in this relationship. Though, Bryce was surprised that his nice, sweet brother even had the guts to give Damian head while the other read. Then again, what does Bryce know about his brother’s sex life anyway. Teasingly, he started circling his hips to grind against Damian’s lap. He lowered his gaze a bit but it didn’t hide his amused grin at all. ❝Sharing is caring, isn’t it?❞ An amused laughter bubbled from his lips.

❝You know, that’s the difference between Danny and me. You two make love. We two fuck.❞ His hand traced over the back of Damian’s head. ❝I can really picture how you have sweet Danny under you, you two sharing loving kisses while you have sex. Cute. But we both know that this is not what you want forever.❞ Bryce leaned back and gasped a little as his shirt was pulled up with a sudden jolt. Without any hesitation, Bryce curled his fingers around the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before letting it fall to the ground. A pleasant shiver went through his entire body and his nipple hardened at the sweet sensation of tongue, teeth, and lips teasing the sensitive skin. His behind ground a little harder against the growing bulge while his second hand came to rest on the side of Damian’s neck. ❝That’s what you need, isn’t it? You need to fuck. Making love is nice, but you need the spice. Don’t you wish Danny would be a little dirty with you again?❞

even if he meant for it to be a pleasant gesture on the younger one’s body, he quickly shifted for a more aggressive bite to his nipple and pulled back. the constant reminder of him being unfaithful would get the best of him eventually. “if he was, then what use would i have for you?” damian spat out, reminding the other of his place. his hand went all the way up to grab bryce by the neck, in a quick motion pulled him down to shut him with a messy kiss. that was the only way it worked for him, using the younger one as he pleased rather than make anything of it. anything that mattered. his groans came shortly after. damian would only break things off when pulling his shirt up to make apparent the gap between their bodies, how much they differed from one another.

“why do you want me to think of danny when i’m with you?” he confronted him, almost as if his tongue outsped his brain. “maybe i’d have it all if danny were more like you, that’s what you wanna hear?” damian paused, took the other’s lip between his teeth and pulled. “but he’s a man and you’re a bitch. we both know i’ll get bored of you.” his eyes were like daggers to him, not flinching for a second as he spoke. “now get on your knees, you work best with a cock keeping you shut.“

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ONE THING Bryce secretly liked about Damian was certainly how he talked back to Bryce. Most people wouldn’t dare to do so, but Damian never seemed to give a fuck about Bryce’s feelings and whether he could hurt those or not. It made them similar in some kind of way and Bryce dealt much better with brutal honesty than fake politeness. ❝I’m not doing anything, I just got comfortable.❞ With his thumb, Bryce traced over the man’s jawline, trying his best not to burst out laughing. ❝Oh, come on. I’m his brother but I still have functioning eyes.❞ An almost innocent shrug followed his words as if he talked about the weather. He couldn’t understand why Damian was so weirded out but he had no interest in asking either.

His hand moved from the man’s jaw down over his neck. At the same time, Bryce leaned in just enough that his teeth could nibble on the other’s earlobe. Sadly, Damian was right. Daniel was too buff and too big to really fit under the table, but Bryce was surprised that they never tried anything like that. His free hand rested on Damian’s chest and gave the pecs a firm squeeze. His face. That was something he didn’t expect to hear but Bryce liked the compliment a little too much. There was a little bit of resistance growing against his clothed behind. Slowly, Bryce started circling his hips, nonchalantly ignoring the order to get off. Damian’s body seemed to speak a different language than his mouth. ❝I’m not holding you back from getting work done. I could just…keep sitting on your lap while you get work done? Don’t tell me you are a prude. Or…worse…scared? Are you scared Damiannie? Scared of not getting your little dick up anymore when you are alone with Danny?❞

damian scoffed it was in his best interest not to fall right back with him, again. but the boy’s tone, his touch tempted the man so bad that he questioned himself if he even cared about keeping his relationship with the other’s brother. his eyes gave in for a second, closing to enjoy those plump lips on his lobe. “you’re starting to sound like him” he said under his breath, the sound of his own voice got him to shake off that trance bryce had put him in. “when we started dating, he’d give me head while i read before going to bed.” perhaps he shouldn’t share any more of their intimacy but the subject fell in a weird gray zone given how he’d chosen to bring bryce in their relationship too. “doesn’t it bother you?” he paused, his palms going up the boy’s hips but under the shirt to get a feel of his skin. “you crying over the very same little dick that leaves your brother sore in the morning.” his breath fanned over the guy’s ear as he whispered.

“i made love to danny that same night,” damian clenched his jaw, not proud of it but also somewhat careless now in the presence of the younger one. his bulge grew more, hurting himself in the concealed space. damian pulled the shirt up, not all the way but under the other’s pits. he was quick, and rough but he had little to no patience when it came to bryce. whether it was wanting him out of their lives or wanting him naked. his tongue made first contact on one of his nips, circled it before his teeth sank around it for his lips to suck. the man truly hated him for having such a pull over his body, but there he was wanting more beyond his already perfect partner.

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BRYCE WOULD never admit it, but hearing that Damian had talked to Daniel about the camera thing surprised the younger man. He stroked his toes along the outer lines of Damian’s pants. ❝Oh really? Well, now the lecture makes sense. And I was wondering why Daniel was playing big brother again.❞ But he shouldn’t care. In his heart, Bryce knew that his brother only meant well, and he had no idea how much fun Bryce had had. Slowly, the young man lowered his foot before pushing his chair away from the table.

❝I wouldn’t call us assholes.❞ Bryce paused as he rose from his chair. He studied the older, bearded man with a piercing gaze and grinned darkly. ❝We don’t love each other. You love Daniel, and you’d better keep it that way. Because I have absolutely no interest in becoming all lovey-dovey with you.❞ He walked slowly around the table until he was at Damian’s side. Without saying a word, he listened to the little confession as he sat on Damian’s lap with his legs spread wide. He grabbed the older man’s chin and tilted his head up a bit. ❝What did you imagine when you finished? Do you want Danny to be a little bolder? I know he has a perfect thick ass, so that can’t be it. He is too nice, isn’t he? He wouldn’t even dare to suck you off under the dinner table but you know that I would.❞

”right, cause falling for you is my top fucking concern”  damian scoffed at how ridiculous his words sounded. he was ready to move on and go about the things he’d said he would do, only to be greeted or rather stopped by the younger one’s full body weight on his lap. not that he was expecting any follow-up to his foot game earlier. “get off, we’re not doing anything” else, perhaps would be more honest from his part. the man was second guessing himself, and had been ever since he cooled down from their short-lived fooling around in the shower. only half compelled but willing, he looked up and stared at him in the eye yet his gaze wondered all over those goddamn pretty features. “the fuck? don’t talk about dan’s ass,” the words had weirded him out enough, but he had been the one to bring bryce in on his relationship so he was mostly annoyed at himself.

“he wouldn’t even fit under the table,” he sighed, not that he wouldn’t want to see him try. “he is nice, not that it’s a bad thing- you could learn a thing or two from him as well.” damian fought to not undersell his loving partner. “your face.” he gave in. “the face you made when you knew i was cumming. that sort of lip twitching you do, you look like you’re hurting but also so fucking into it.“ thinking of bryce’s face undoubtedly got his crotch to react not helped by the weight of his ass on top of it. “get off” his hands went towards the boy’s thighs, all too ready to push him off. “i told danny that i would get some work done, that’s what i’m gonna do” yet he wasn’t acting on his words but rather left his palms wander back and forth bryce’s legs.

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strsandus​:

     brayden offered his date a surprised smile as his chair was was pulled out for him, maybe chivalry isn’t dead after all, and quickly dove into the menu, mostly to allow him a moment to compose himself from the momentary surprise as well as allowing his date the chance to be able to order himself some food. his eyes flicked over the drink menu, however he lifted his head up as his date began to speak to him. “o-oh, yeah, it isn’t just a you thing, we’ve actually met before,” brayden assured him with a small smile.

     “we actually met at the start of term, at the open house at the school your nephew attends, i’m his second-grade teacher, brayden rivers,” he explained with a small laugh. in all honestly, they hadn’t actually spoken all too much in person, brayden would send emails regarding some of the… interesting behaviors his nephew had been doing in class, nothing he couldn’t handle mind you, but at this point they’d practically ended up as pen pals. 

the clearer it became for him, the more he wanted to remain in that foggy state not really pinning where he knew him from. “oh,” kev scratched his beard, a bit in shock since he couldn’t possibly miss his face back then. “that gives it away, i’m not the brightest.” he leaned back against his chair, going through that awkward moment on a first date wasn’t on his plans but quite honestly he didn’t expect it to go any different. “you’re mr. rivers. i’m sorry, seeing a tiny profile pic on my emails didn’t help my case.” he sighed. with that put aside, there was the second elephant in the room. how appropriate or inappropriate their context would turn out to be.

“we’re already here, uh. we can still have dinner” kev paused, not his brightest moment, again, but he was trying. “not that i’m let down by you, or the fact that you’re bobby’s teacher.” he put his hands up, an attempt to get back control of the situation. “i’m not entirely sure if there’s a code for these things, or rules at your workplace. heck, even if you want to give it a shot at all.” the man pulled the menu up once again, this time to cover his face with it. “give me a sec. sometimes my mouth runs faster than my brain.“ keeping the menu up, he down another sip of his iced tea to cool down. 

he placed it back over the table and smiled. “this is going great.” luckily, he was saved by the bell in the form of the now relieved waitress that would get to do her job rather than be sent away for the umpteenth time. “thank you,“ kev busied himself ordering a chicken salad, something light for the evening. then his eyes moved back to his date, if he could even call him that just yet. “whatever you like, on me.” he encouraged him with a nod, that had to be the least he could do.

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DANIEL VISIBLY quirked an eyebrow just by hearing his boyfriend’s words. This must be the first time Damian agreed with Bryce but the fact that they both found hard words for each other eased Daniel’s initial suspicion. Little did he know that there was in fact something going on beneath the table. Bryce moved his body closer to the edge of the table once his foot was brought closer to the older man’s crotch. Without showing any emotion on his face, Bryce started applying some pressure on the other’s crotch. With his toes, he stroked over the bulge noticeably. ❝Fine, if that’s okay with you both. But if something doesn’t work out, you come to the bar, Bryce.❞

The youngest put two fingers on his temple and imitated something that could come off as a salute. Daniel rolled his eyes and kissed his boyfriend on the lips. ❝And you text me if something is wrong. Love you.❞ Daniel smiled fondly at Damian before he left the kitchen. ❝Love you too, big bro!❞ Bryce yelled after his brother but remained silent until he heard the front door. A minute later, he also heard the car door which made him put his fork down with a smug grin.

❝Oh really? Awesome, it was about time. Did you tell my brother about it?❞ Bryce stopped, his tongue traced over his lips before he smirked. ❝I mean, did you tell him about the camera? Or do I have to come up with a good excuse where I got it from?❞ as if he wanted to prove his words, Bryce put a little more pressure on Damian’s crotch.

damian had taken a relaxed posture, after all he was getting somewhat rewarded under the table which kept him from rushing to do anything else. it was like a mutual understanding, to keep themselves from saying anything or worse, make an attempt at some inappropriate thing. just yet. the car engine fading away worked sort of as a cue for them. “i did tell him,” he paused, sure it would work better without clothes on but his foot was doing a nice enough job. “tell him you whored yourself out for it, just leave out the part whom you did it with. that would be the truth.” his tone was calmed still, in fact, nothing of notice had happened for him to explode on bryce once again. that part of their bond had sort of worked itself out.

“we’re fucking assholes,” he looked down at the table, doing some reflection that honestly wouldn’t get him anywhere else. “but dan’s your brother.” he picked his gaze up and laughed, not even he could put the right spin on things to come out on top. “we had sex the other day, it was going well,” he clicked his tongue, the glass in hand he lamented it being empty. it was a good time as any to get drunk. “but i only finished when i started thinking of you. guess i’m fucked now.”

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BRYCE LOOKED up from his dinner. A smug grin settled on his lips as he looked from Daniel to Damian and back. ❝Don’t worry, Danny. I am not going to rip your lovely boyfriend apart while you do your shift at the bar.❞ Under the table, Bryce traced his foot over Damian’s calf. It was a bold move, but Daniel had no clue what his younger brother did there. To Daniel, these two still didn’t get along well. But at least Bryce wasn’t throwing temper tantrums anymore. Daniel sighed loudly and turned to Damian. ❝I’m sorry, Baby. You don’t have to stay here with Bryce. I can take him with me if you want to?❞ Daniel’s words caused Bryce to puff out his cheeks. He slammed the fork down on his plate. ❝Excuse you. Do I look like a kid to you, Dan? I’m a grown adult. Also, I have better things to do than looking at his dumb face.❞ With these words, Bryce pointed at Damian, yet he didn’t remove his foot, instead he traced it higher to Damian’s knee. ❝Or are you scared being alone with me, Damian? Is that the reason why my dear brother wants to take me with him? You told him you can’t be alone with me because you are scared I make you cry?❞

”i have to agree with him on this” damian paused, mostly done with his plate so he pushed it aside. his first reaction had been a clenched jaw, not entirely used to being on the receiving end of some teasing and least given that the very person they had to hide from was just inches away from them. “he’s a grown man, and if we’re going to make this work then we’re gonna have to deal with seeing each other often.“ subtly the man moved his hand under the table and grabbed the younger one by the ankle, only rather than pushing it off he took the foot closer down to his crotch. it was all the way or nothing at all for him. barely a shared glance when he went back to looking at dan. “go to the bar, i’ll be working all night anyway. won’t even have to see the little shit’s face anyway.“ he took a swig from his glass of wine then excused himself with a gentle nod. not one to curse much in front of his partner. “get going, i’ll take care of the dishes.” he leaned towards him and sent him off with a quick peck to the lips.

damian lied back against the chair, when turning again to meet with bryce’s eyes he nodded at him. if he wanted to put this foot to work, better do it right. the man spread his legs a little. it was definitely a shitty feeling and he was working to make peace with the fact that he was indeed that type of man. “got a notification in the morning. your new camera should be here in a day or two. see? things happen when you behave.“ the man announced mostly unexpressive. there was a clear understanding between the two and he’d been careful not to address him any differently. in fact, he’d been avoiding bryce altogether until that night.

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IT WAS the smack to his ass that caused Bryce to groan out loud again. His already reddish skin tingled and his overstimulated body trembled in pure arousal. Bryce reached back with one hand to curl his fingers around Damian’s wrist, the other hand remained resting against the wall. The young man sank his teeth into his bottom lip to tone the volume of his pleas and moans down as the other wanted him to. As much as he wanted to scream out his pleasure, he knew that it was too much of a risk for either of them.

He stumbled back a bit which caused him to take the entire hard length inside of him. Bryce arched his back as a loud groan slipped past his lips. His walls quivered noticeably around the hard member. This was certainly the first time someone dared to manhandle him like that and Bryce understood why this could make people weak. Whenever the tip of the other’s cock hit his prostate, Bryce had a hard time holding back his screams of pleasure. The tingling in his loin and the heat in his body became almost unbearable. He wanted to cum so badly. Bryce’s hand moved from Damian’s wrist to his own throbbing cock. As he stroked his cock in the same pace as the other’s thrusts, Bryce made sure to keep his other hand on the wall to keep himself stable. ❝Fuck! Yes. Mark me as your slut,❞ the young man whined as warmth filled him from the inside. Bryce couldn’t take it anymore. He was close to the edge and as much as he held back before he couldn’t take anymore. Before he even realized it, his cum spurted against the wall and his inner walls clenched hard around the other’s length.

The hand on his chin guided him to turn his head and look over his shoulder. Their mouths clashed for a heated kiss. Bryce groaned into the kiss, teeth clashed and tongues fought for dominance. He was so needy for more that he tried to move his head forward to keep Damian from pulling away from the kiss. Yet, he soon had to realize that the older man had different plans. There wasn’t any guilt, only despair to repeat that once more. ❝Please don’t—❞ but Damian pulled out and left Bryce’s hole gaping open and puckering. His tongue traced over the thumb on his lower lip. Their faces quickly so close again that Bryce could feel the hot breath fanning over his lips. He wanted to say more, but the strength with which Damian pushed him down caught him off guard.

With big eyes, Bryce looked up as soon as he knelt in front of the other. Bryce moved a little closer, his hands coming to rest on Damian’s thighs before his tongue teasingly traced over the other’s shaft. ❝Hmmm~ you know, if I don’t get the camera you’ll get a major problem, handsome. You don’t want me to crawl into your bed while my brother sleeps right next to you and suck you off there. You better keep your promise.❞ Bryce purred, a smug smirk on his lips before he went back taking the other in his mouth, slowly and teasingly sucking on him as he tasted himself and the saltiness of the other’s cum on his tongue.

“i don’t? we’ll see about that” he was lucky enough the boy had plenty of hair on him for him to grab, he was getting greedy and he knew it. there was nothing better than a warm mouth to get the remnants of a good fucking. he was flaccid still, so it came easier to fill the other’s mouth. only it wasn’t the feeling on its own that got him there, but seeing him mouthful kneeling before him. the same brat that wanted nothing else than to swing his teeth out. certainly a way for them to better bond. “be on your best behavior and this won’t be the last time.” he knew that was some minefield of a suggestion but he’d just emptied in balls in him. he was already in the middle of it rather than just entering.

“bet your ass tastes nice,” he licked his lip, so tempted to get a taste right there. and even if he felt his own cock growing back inside of the other’s mouth, he heard the door closing and his partner’s voice calling out for him. “fuck, he’s here.” damian was quick pull out from his mouth and pick his shorts up to cover himself. “up, up.” he urged the younger man and looked for the door. however little time hey had, he was wasting even more of it. “you made me fuck up” he told him, but a hand still gripping on bryce’s ass said otherwise. “but i needed that.” damian went for one last kiss, at the very least a brief taste of his ass and his own cum.

“needless to say, not one fucking word. you want to keep this up? i do. i fucking do.” he stole one more, not even then he had the strength or self control. “finish showering, then go about your usual self.” he had to leave abruptly or else he’d stay to fuck him once again. “fuck.” he wiped his own mouth and picked his shirt up on the way out. it was time to go back and be the perfect partner.

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soulsuckrrs​:

He dropped down the stairs with a fluid motion, stance prepared and more than willing to knock someone out if he had to. Blue eyes swept over the situation and he only caught the last few words that were shouted at the person he was sure was the antagonist. The Irishman stopped a few paces away from the two, letting his presence be known but it wasn’t like they hadn’t drawn the attention of the others in the neighborhood. Lance flexed his fingers, the ache of wanting to curl them into a fist far too tempting as the two continued to argue, words harsh and loud.

When it seemed to escalate a little more than Lance liked he inserted himself, not getting between the two but definitely stepping closer and putting his hand up as if that was enough to control the situation. “Oi! D'ye want me t'get rid of t'is prick?” He asked the person he shifted his gaze to before flicking it back in a warning to the ‘prick’ in question. It was obvious to Lance that things would likely get ugly before they got better and he eyed the antagonist in a way that sized him up. Eh, Lance could take him and that thought almost made him smirk but he refrained, turning his attention to the other person and arching his brows some to silently further ask if he needed to get involved.

the second he looked back and spotted his neighbour he knew things had gotten real. "stop it, that is the guy i told you about." through gritted teeth he warned his ex. how he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole in that moment. truth be told, he had nothing against his neighbour other than the fact that he knew too little about him. his gut told him he had potential for being a dangerous man. cal had been wrong before, though.

so this is the guy, huh? he's the reason why you won't return my calls?

cal had to look back yet again, begging with his eyes. "sorry, he's drunk- i hope." he too wanted to deescalate things but that seemingly was out of the question. his ex went for it, give him a piece of his mind but cal had to intervene putting himself between the two. that only got him a swing to the face that had him stumbling before falling to the floor. his face heated up quick, as the warm yet wet feeling came down his nose. "fuck!" he shouted as he tried to hold his nose, it stung to even touch it. the worst hadn't come yet as he took a look on his red-stained fingers. "funny, blood" everything around him started spinning before going to black and his body dropped on the floor fainted.

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rcsengxrten​:

THIS DIDN’T go as planned for sure. But the unexpected turn was more than welcomed. Bryce only met men who couldn’t keep up with his aggressiveness and energy. They’d usually get down on their knees for him and just offer their asses to him but Damian was different. He was the first man to have the balls to bring Bryce into a situation like this and secretly, Bryce loved that. A loud, but aroused moan slipped past his lips as his skin tingled and burned painfully from the harsh slap. His hips trembled a little bit but before he could speak, he had the man’s palm covering his mouth. Bryce parted his lips just a little bit before they wrapped around the middle finger. Eagerly, he started sucking on the man’s finger. His tongue circled around the finger.

Slutty, muffled moans slipped past his lips. Stinging pain followed right when the thick tip forced itself inside him. His fingers curled into fists while still leaning against the cold wall. His ring of tight muscled fluttered and puckered around the man’s big cock as it forced its way deep inside of him. His walls clenched around the other as he tried to relax his muscles. Muffled whines slipped past his lips, but it didn’t stop him from sucking on Damian’s finger. A small trail of drool ran from the corner of his mouth down his chin. Bryce whined but shook his head at the same time. There was no doubt anymore. But he wanted more. As soon as Damian gave him the chance, Bryce rocked his hips against the other’s cock for some friction, but it was hardly possible. Yet, with the arm around his stomach, he couldn’t move any further.

His body pressed against the cold wall, palms pressed against them and his entire body trembled like a mess. Bryce felt his hard, aching cock pushed against the cold wall as well which only led to his precum smearing all over the wall. ❝Damian!❞ Bryce moaned out, even though it was hardly possible to talk with the finger in his mouth. His nipples were rock hard by now and much more sensitive. The pinch had him cry out loud and tightened his walls again. ❝Fuck fuck fuck! Yes. I’m your whore.❞ His voice sounded a bit slurred from the finger in his mouth. ❝A-And…you’ll only need…my hole!!! Show me my fucking place!❞

giving him just what he wanted hadn’t been in his plans, ever and he struggled to keep that up right there. but getting that close to his partner’s brother would do that to him, specially since he ate his cock as good as he did. he pulled his finger out and moved both hands down to the boy’s hips. “shut the fuck up,” he groaned, another smack to his ass brought his demand home. “you’ll alert the neighbours on this.” whatever remains of consciousness he had in him, pushed the man to try and get away with it. 

taking one step back, he brought bryce’s body with him, rather than thrusting against him he manhandled his slim body to eat his cock. his breathing heavied, moans turned into grunts as he was letting lust take the best of him. he couldn’t remain still for long, as he clapped those cheeks meeting them in the middle.

out of a sudden he went back to ramming his hips against the younger one’s body. damian buried his face against his neck and bit on it, his groans all too loud given how close he was to his ear. he fucked harder and deeper as their bodies allowed, yet his cock throbbing inside of those tight walls brought him a much needed and relieving climax. “fuck” it rasped his throat, jet after jet shotting inside of the boy’s hole. “that’s what you wanted, eh slut.” he kept on thrusting against him even after. his hand found the way back up to the boy’s chin, and had him turn to meet him on the other end.

he munched on his mouth whole, teeth clashing against teeth but he didn’t care. he was restless even if his libido was starting to fade. he finished licking on the other’s lips, his cheek and he finally pulled out. he wiped his own face, staring down on what he’d done. not much guilt coming to him, as he’d expected. damian flipped the other man over and grabbed him by the neck. “that’s my load you got in you.“ he moved closer to him, face to face. his thumb ran across the other’s lower lip. “remember that when you think of talking back to me.“ damian moved his hand to the back of his neck and brought him against his mouth. he couldn’t have enough of him.

yet he broke things quick. firmly he pushed the boy down from his shoulder and to his knees “clean it up for me, that’ll get you your fucking camera.”

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strsandus​:

open: to males (30+)!

muse: brayden rivers. thirty. elementary school teacher.

plot: one of my coworkers has set me up on a blind date but turns out you’re one of the hot dads with a kid in my class.

editor: legacy (can switch to beta if needed)

     brayden was late. which if you knew him wasn’t exactly a big deal, you could always count on brayden turning up ten or fifteen minutes later than everyone else. but today was meant to be different, because brayden was late for a date. which was never the right way to start a date, and now he was probably gonna find that his blind date had up and left him. 

     “oh bloody hell,” brayden murmured, catching a glimpse of a familiar face sat opposite an empty seat. pulling out his phone, he reread the text his friend had sent and saw that what the man was wearing matched the description. i’m gonna kill her when i see her next. taking a deep breath, he stepped into the restaurant, offering the other man an apologetic smile. 

     “sorry i’m late, got stuck in traffic,” it was a lame excuse but an honest one. 

it had to be the sixth or seventh time he went through the menu, also the third visit from the waitress with him ordering nothing more than iced tea. he set the board on the table and looked up, kev was quick to straighten his posture as he spotted his date come up to him. he got up and offered to go around the table to get the chair for him. his mother's teachings still echoed in him. "i'm glad you made it." he remained mostly unexpressive, still reeling on the belief that he'd seen him before.

as he got back to his seat, kev fixed his shirt a bit, same for his hair combing it back with his fingers. "sorry, i gotta ask" he cleared his throat. "have we met before? you look familiar" the more time he had staring at him, the closer he got to that hunch. although, that would be mostly on him and his inability to remember faces. "or it's just me. truth is, it was a long drive so maybe i'm just tired." he sighed, a shy grin showing up on his face. "my sister picked the place, she's the one pulling the strings to get me here." kev explained himself, then picked the menu up to have something to do with his hands, and also an excuse to not stare at him all the time. "right," he frowned, he knew he had forgot about something. "kevin, kevin copeland. should've started there."

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legacywrites​:

Porter appreciated his brother’s carefree attitude and approach to their situation, but it was frustrating to have his worries dismissed while he freaked out. His panic wore out a little, and he walked over to where Preston stood, fetching water. He placed his hands on the man’s waist and slipped them around him until he held him tightly from behind. He buried his nose into his little brother’s hair and inhaled his scent, fresh from their fuck. “You know I’d marry you if I could.” He confessed in a whisper. “I love you, you dipshit. And no one can fuck me as you do. I wish I weren’t this attracted to you; whenever you’re around, I want to touch you.” He pressed a kiss to the back of his brother’s neck. “But what’s the alternative here, run away and leave mom and dad behind so we can fuck around somewhere no one knows us?" He moved his hand upwards, copping a feel of his brother’s defined abdomen, then moving on up to cupping his pecs. He loved the feeling of them in his hands or his mouth. His brother’s body was his favorite thing in the whole wide world. "Sex is fun, but it doesn’t pay the bills.”

he needed but a quick swig of water, a thing of his after finishing with the older man. he closed the bottle and relaxed into in the embrace, even throwing his head back knowing his brother’s shoulder was waiting there for support. “you really think we’d make a good enough married couple?” the way he scrunched up his nose hinted at where he stood on the matter. “i know you do, port- it’s- “ he shrugged. “i guess i can be more excited for the wedding” preston figured out he owed him that much. “or wait for them to die, they’re old. i give it five years, six tops.“ he chuckled, the idea wasn’t as scary as it should. then again, he wasn’t just any conventional guy either. preston moved his hands down, locked fingers with the other’s. he turned his head to lay a few kisses on his jaw and cheek. “but i get it, i’ve thought about it too- i just don’t panic as much as you do” he turned around to face him, lifted his arms and moved then around his neck. “get it done. we both know it’s a great job, hell, you’ll make senior partner. then you can buy me nice shit.” preston’s smil grew on his face, he had to play his part, be supportive and not demanding. he scanned the other’s features, his stomach would turn over how corny he could get if in the right mood. “you don’t have to marry me for me to stick around. we agreed to stop one day, is that tonight?“

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he threw his hips back a bit, making enough space to pull his shorts and underwear down yet his boxers ended up just rolled down on his thighs. damian munched all the way from his shoulder to the back of his neck. “i’m gonna fuck you until you learn some matters, you little slut” his breathing heavied against his ear. a hard cock was placed right between bryce’s cheeks, his pubes scratching those plumpy glutes as he jerked off against his crack.

them arguing had only gotten the man half hard, he hadn’t felt that much passion in quite some time so it took little to no work from him to gain that coveted and throbbing erection. his arm went all the way up for him to get a grip on bryce’s neck. “you want my cock in you? huh? bet you’ve got a clenched hole just thinking about it.” he pushed his tongue against his ear, then once more across his cheek. damian wanted nothing else but for him to end up covered in his scent. “feel it now?” he grabbed himself from the shaft and gave a few strokes, the head teasing that entrance. “beg for it” his tone was severe yet calm. his hand closing down on his neck. “beg me to fuck you, be the bitch we both know you are.”

THAT WAS it. That was exactly what Bryce needed from the other man. He was so much sexier when he used his damn mouth to kiss him. A low moan fell from his mouth as he felt the cold wall against his back again. His half-hard cock was already throbbing between his legs. Every bit of pain from a bite or a squeezing hand was more than welcome. It was such a nice way to relieve his anger right now. His hand kept cupping the other man's clothed crotch. Every now and then, he squeezed the growing length a little harder to inflict at least a little pain, at least as long as he could. Both of his hands pressed against the wall as soon as he was turned over. A low moan escaped his lips and his hips began to wiggle and squirm a bit.

With a lustful look on his face, Bryce looked over his shoulder and pushed his butt out a little further. The feel of the stubble on his bare skin made the younger man shiver. A slutty, provocative moan escaped his lips. The hard member between his buttocks only motivated him to continue the game. Seductively, Bryce moved his hips. He tried to create enough friction with his movements to drive Damian crazy. ❝Do you really think you're man enough to fuck me right! I have my doubts.❞

Bryce wrapped his long slender fingers around Damien's wrist. ❝Squeeze tighter. Make me choke. Show me how much you hate me!❞ Another guttural groan slipped past Bryce's lips and his body trembled. He tried to turn his head a bit to the side, but he couldn't reach Damian's tongue with his own. One of his hands reached behind him, trying to grasp the back of Damian's head. But how should he focus when that damn tip teased his entrance? Desperately, Bryce tried to push against the tip, trying to force it inside of his already puckering, eager hole. Begging wasn't something Bryce was used to, but his cock throbbed and his arousal made it impossible to think straight. ❝Fuck me.❞ Bryce circled his hips again. ❝Stretch and destroy my fucking hole with your cock. Fuck me like the damn slut I am. That's what you want, hu? You want me to be your cock whore, don't you? Show me. Show me your cock is worth it!❞

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rcsengxrten​:

THAT WAS it. That was exactly what Bryce needed from the other man. He was so much sexier when he used his damn mouth to kiss him. A low moan fell from his mouth as he felt the cold wall against his back again. His half-hard cock was already throbbing between his legs. Every bit of pain from a bite or a squeezing hand was more than welcome. It was such a nice way to relieve his anger right now. His hand kept cupping the other man’s clothed crotch. Every now and then, he squeezed the growing length a little harder to inflict at least a little pain, at least as long as he could. Both of his hands pressed against the wall as soon as he was turned over. A low moan escaped his lips and his hips began to wiggle and squirm a bit.

With a lustful look on his face, Bryce looked over his shoulder and pushed his butt out a little further. The feel of the stubble on his bare skin made the younger man shiver. A slutty, provocative moan escaped his lips. The hard member between his buttocks only motivated him to continue the game. Seductively, Bryce moved his hips. He tried to create enough friction with his movements to drive Damian crazy. ❝Do you really think you’re man enough to fuck me right! I have my doubts.❞

Bryce wrapped his long slender fingers around Damien’s wrist. ❝Squeeze tighter. Make me choke. Show me how much you hate me!❞ Another guttural groan slipped past Bryce’s lips and his body trembled. He tried to turn his head a bit to the side, but he couldn’t reach Damian’s tongue with his own. One of his hands reached behind him, trying to grasp the back of Damian’s head. But how should he focus when that damn tip teased his entrance? Desperately, Bryce tried to push against the tip, trying to force it inside of his already puckering, eager hole. Begging wasn’t something Bryce was used to, but his cock throbbed and his arousal made it impossible to think straight. ❝Fuck me.❞ Bryce circled his hips again. ❝Stretch and destroy my fucking hole with your cock. Fuck me like the damn slut I am. That’s what you want, hu? You want me to be your cock whore, don’t you? Show me. Show me your cock is worth it!❞

getting him to show himself as needy as he sounded gave the man all that he needed to show him the way, and appreciate better what there was left to do with a brat like him. arguing and one-upping each other clearly hadn’t worked out before, or ever. “you have your doubts, eh?” he moved his hand back and slammed it right against his cheek, the clapping sound going even louder given how they both were soaked by now. damian slid his palm up, leaving not one inch of skin on that body untouched. he moved it all the way up to his mouth to shut him properly, only his middle finger slipping between those lips. he held him tightly shut, he wouldn’t need him crying right from the start.

as his breathing heavied even more, he remained still right as the tip of his throbbing cock slipped inside of that muscly ring. in just a single, but rough movement he rammed against him, fitting inch after inch till he lost himself inside of his in-law. “fuck!” he groaned loudly himself, the way his body tightened around his dick made for a much needed release to his built-up anger. “what’s that, slut?” he muttered against his ear, exhaling over it with heavy panting. “got any doubts still?” he bent his knees a little, to give himself some space to move against him.

and he went for it. he started by moving his entire body against him, barely pulling out before going back in. a way he had of stretching the younger one. his free arm snaked around the boy’s stomach, holding him in place. he needn’t to do anything but remain still and let himself be used like the eager whore he is. “oh yes, that’s it. that is what you needed“ he panted. “a real man’s cock to show you your place” damian soon enough buried his teeth against the other’s neck, he sucked on his skin, it was a thing of his, he always had to leave a mark. he moved his hand up and pinched and pulled on bryce’s nip, which was what got everything started. all that while pushing, throbbing against the boy’s tight but glorious walls.

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mistckesmcde​:

       he was starting to react like a school girl who had a crush for the very first timet. in fact, it was reminiscing of the time that he had a crush on hanna. how mike would become a shy, flustering and stuttering mess around her. not many people knew that whenever it came to anything romantic that he would fall apart. he didn’t think that he had a crush on the other, god, mike really hoped not.  yet, he couldn’t come up with an better explanation as to why he was acting this way with phil.  many guys had come and gone, but none had this reaction.  worst of all was the daddy thing.  mike had never considered calling a guy that even his own father in non sexual way.  which is why what he was saying to the man was complete bullshit.  “i’m not getting pressed! i am just making sure that you aren’t getting the wrong idea.”  he said defensively. 

       mike was going to make sure that there wasn’t a next time. even if that meant staying up and getting no sleep. it wouldn’t be the first time nor would it be the last that he pulled an all nighter. clearly, phil was having way too fun with this whole situation. mike just wanted to forget about it and never speak about it again.  there was a little relief that he wasn’t going to mention it to anyone. the last thing that he needed was discussing it with his family and trying to convince them that it wasn’t sexual. his body tensed up as the conversation moved to mike’s sexual life and sexuality.  followed by another mention at his supposed attraction to phil. mike was resisting the urge to push him off him and run out. he wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, emotions and anything of that nature. this was all becoming too much for him. a reason why he remained silent, hoping that it would end the conversation too. only saying one thing which was safe and helped his defense. “exactly, so why would i have that type of thought or dream about you?”  

       he nodded his head, as he watched the man leave him.  as soon as he deemed it was safe, mike grabbed the pillow and screamed into it.  there was no way that he was sleeping in the same room as him. it looked like he was sleeping on the couch tonight. mike just had to make it through a few days and then he didn’t have to see phil until the wedding or whatever family gathering they threw together last minute.  he could do that, bury himself in his work and extra classes that he decided to take.  mike got up and quickly got changed, not wanting to have phil come find him. 

a rule of his would be to not check or care for the time when the urge to pour himself some whisky struck. that way he’d avoid guilt, regret and those other emotions that only brought him down. so him parading with an iced drink on his hand wasn’t that unusual once people got to know him. while waiting for mike to come down, he shot a couple texts to his fiancee. somehow he had to be warned about mike and his inability to make him feel at home. he grinned to himself.

phil set the glass aside and kept his phone in his pocket. some stomping down the steps got him to wait for him and the end of them, hands safely put in his pockets in some form of a harmless look. “ready to go, player? i’ll get you something to eat on the way there, but we gotta leave now. that’s all aira, not me.” he looked up, not at all casual about it, in his defense looking at mike came effortlessly. not that he’d bothered to care before. perhaps last night had changed a thing or two for him.

“rental’s here, the agency brought it in the morning. if you give me a smile i’ll let you drive it.” he went backwards, but had a few bumps in the way since he wasn’t yet familiar with the house. “no?” he flashed the keys hanging from his finger. “come check it out.” he led the way outside, a red wrangler parked waiting for them.

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legacywrites​:

@carpedontem​ “Tomorrow is my wedding day,” Porter said as he stood up from the ground where they had just fucked and put his shirt back on. “I should not be fucking my little brother the night before my wedding. Do you realize how fucked up that is?” He quickly put his boxers back on but stopped there; this was a decent enough state of dress to have this conversation. “We said we would stop after I moved out of mom and dads. We keep saying we will stop, and we never do.” He felt guilt and fear bubble up inside of him. Those were recurring feelings he battled with in the aftermath of every hook-up they ever had. "I know it’s mostly my fault, I’m the older one, but I have no control over myself when you’re around, so we should stay away from each other. Permanently. We will tell mom and dad we had a fallout or something.”

“here we go” preston rolled on his stomach, reaching aimless for his jeans to pick out his phone. he’d listened to him having the same breakdown that he knew the words by heart. “we shouldn’t do this, we won’t do it again” it was like he was cued whenever the sentiment showed up, only this time he let his mind shut down checking his feed instead. “can you mean it this time?” he locked his phone and tossed it somewhere over his pants. he was next on getting up, naked as the day he was born, but he still picked up the sheets stenched by both their scents and wrapped them around his hips. “i better cover myself, won’t let you see my dick and accidentally sitting on it again” he walked towards porter and held him by the jaw, a quick peck on the lips followed. “should we have the fallout now? i’m really  not looking forward to seeing you walk down the isle” he closed his eyes, still a bit drunk. “you know what i mean. also, suit’s a bit itchy so i’d rather spend all day at the beach instead.“ preston sighed, going away to fetch himself a water bottle from the mini fridge. and even if his priorities sounded misplaced, he saw no point in addressing any of it.

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things where taking a turn he hadn’t expected as he entered that room, yet he remained mostly unphased by it. there was no denying it, the young knowing and owning his charm against damian. he both hated and cheered him for it. “nah,“ yet he licked his lips. “you’d only love that. you do need a man to put you in your place, but i’m not rewarding you” his mumbling fanned over the other’s face. damian lowered a hand, holding both of the guy’s wrists with a single one this time. he grabbed him by the jaw and quickly spat on him, most of it landing over bryce’s lips.

his grip was firm, kept him in place, he leaned closer and stuck his tongue out to lick him across both plump lips, the closest he was willing to get to actually tasting the younger man. he had now all that he wanted, or so he thought. “you’re not worth fucking up things with dan.” damian slapped his cheek twice before letting him go. the man had tu push himself back, away from him. only then he realised how close despising him came to wanting bryce all the same.

damian walked backwards when getting off the shower, somehow he sought to burn the image of a nude bryce in his mind. he turned as he headed for the door, shutting it behind him. “fuck” he breathed out, palms running down his face. he had to runaway, put as much distance as he could yet his legs weren’t working for him. 

to his own surprise he was already back inside, damian slammed the door and locked it. he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a thick, hairy torso quite the opposite to that of the object of his desire. he kicked his shoes off uncaring for removing anything else just yet. he grabbed bryce by the neck, barely any contact with his skin ignited something in the man. “fuck me, turns out you’re right.” a clenched jaw, mostly driven by lust when pulling him against his face to shut the boy up with an aggressive, demanding and much thirsty kiss.

IT WAS so damn hard not to be turned on by Damian's behavior. No matter how much the man annoyed him, the way the man's breath fanned across his lips while a large hand held his wrists together. Bryce couldn't say anything because the big hand on his jaw silenced him. His dark eyes glared, but at the same time he smiled a little at the feeling of Damian's saliva on his lips. Oh, he'd get that back. Nobody spits in Bryce's face without punishment. The young man parted his lips, just fast enough to let his tongue run over Damian's. It was just a brief touch, not even enough for the young man to savor Damian's taste yet.

Right now, Bryce had a rather fucked up feeling where he wanted to punch Damian in the face and ravish him at the same time. His tongue traced the plush lips and licked away the last bit of saliva. Almost provocatively, Bryce moaned in response to the slaps on his cheek. ❝Oh come on, Damian.❞ But it seemed as if the other had made up his mind. Bryce lowered his arms as soon as he was released. Bryce ran a hand through his hair as he watched the other leave the room. He scoffed and exited the shower. For maybe a minute or less, Bryce thought that this was their interaction. Is Damian going to run to Daniel and show him the marks on his neck? Panic began to rise in him, but fortunately it only lasted a few seconds. The door opened again and it was not Daniel who stormed in, but Damian.

Within mere seconds, a naughty grin tugged the corners of Bryce's lips up. Impudent and prying eyes roamed over the exposed hairy chest. A shiver ran through his entire body and his body started to heat up. The hand around his neck made him weak and fueled an almost forgotten fire. Bryce lifted his hands and rested them on the thick hairy quest. As their lips crushed, Bryce squeezed those pecs forcefully. His lips moved against Damian's, tongue forcing itself between the man's lips for a heated, passionate kiss. Bryce felt how the heat went right between his legs which caused his cock to twitch a bit. A low groan slipped past his lips. ❝I'm always fucking right.❞ Bryce growled lowly, one of his hands moving down, from that hairy chest down the man's torso until fingertips reached the waistband of Damian's pants. Only then, his hand moved down further. His hot palm grasped the other's crotch firmly and squeezed it.

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rcsengxrten​:

IT WAS so damn hard not to be turned on by Damian’s behavior. No matter how much the man annoyed him, the way the man’s breath fanned across his lips while a large hand held his wrists together. Bryce couldn’t say anything because the big hand on his jaw silenced him. His dark eyes glared, but at the same time he smiled a little at the feeling of Damian’s saliva on his lips. Oh, he’d get that back. Nobody spits in Bryce’s face without punishment. The young man parted his lips, just fast enough to let his tongue run over Damian’s. It was just a brief touch, not even enough for the young man to savor Damian’s taste yet.

Right now, Bryce had a rather fucked up feeling where he wanted to punch Damian in the face and ravish him at the same time. His tongue traced the plush lips and licked away the last bit of saliva. Almost provocatively, Bryce moaned in response to the slaps on his cheek. ❝Oh come on, Damian.❞ But it seemed as if the other had made up his mind. Bryce lowered his arms as soon as he was released. Bryce ran a hand through his hair as he watched the other leave the room. He scoffed and exited the shower. For maybe a minute or less, Bryce thought that this was their interaction. Is Damian going to run to Daniel and show him the marks on his neck? Panic began to rise in him, but fortunately it only lasted a few seconds. The door opened again and it was not Daniel who stormed in, but Damian.

Within mere seconds, a naughty grin tugged the corners of Bryce’s lips up. Impudent and prying eyes roamed over the exposed hairy chest. A shiver ran through his entire body and his body started to heat up. The hand around his neck made him weak and fueled an almost forgotten fire. Bryce lifted his hands and rested them on the thick hairy quest. As their lips crushed, Bryce squeezed those pecs forcefully. His lips moved against Damian’s, tongue forcing itself between the man’s lips for a heated, passionate kiss. Bryce felt how the heat went right between his legs which caused his cock to twitch a bit. A low groan slipped past his lips. ❝I’m always fucking right.❞ Bryce growled lowly, one of his hands moving down, from that hairy chest down the man’s torso until fingertips reached the waistband of Damian’s pants. Only then, his hand moved down further. His hot palm grasped the other’s crotch firmly and squeezed it.

“so fucking eager” he spoke against the young man’s lips. making out with him came in the form of some release for his anger, he wanted nothing but to both hit him and fuck his body to oblivion. he went from the back and to the front of his neck, from there he pushed him against the wall and went and claimed his mouth all over again. damian was fucked, he was all too aware of it, but he was so filled with lust right there that it outweighed the consequences. after some time sucking and biting on bryce’s lips, he pulled back and swiftly flipped him from the hips, chest against the wall and the man went to conquer his neck and bare shoulder.

he threw his hips back a bit, making enough space to pull his shorts and underwear down yet his boxers ended up just rolled down on his thighs. damian munched all the way from his shoulder to the back of his neck. “i’m gonna fuck you until you learn some matters, you little slut” his breathing heavied against his ear. a hard cock was placed right between bryce’s cheeks, his pubes scratching those plumpy glutes as he jerked off against his crack.

them arguing had only gotten the man half hard, he hadn’t felt that much passion in quite some time so it took little to no work from him to gain that coveted and throbbing erection. his arm went all the way up for him to get a grip on bryce’s neck. “you want my cock in you? huh? bet you’ve got a clenched hole just thinking about it.” he pushed his tongue against his ear, then once more across his cheek. damian wanted nothing else but for him to end up covered in his scent. “feel it now?” he grabbed himself from the shaft and gave a few strokes, the head teasing that entrance. “beg for it” his tone was severe yet calm. his hand closing down on his neck. “beg me to fuck you, be the bitch we both know you are.”

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rcsengxrten​:

BRYCE KNEW very well that none of what was going on could ever reach Daniel’s ears. It was one thing when he became verbally abusive, but Bryce was out of control and became physically aggressive as well. That was where he crossed the line. And yet he couldn’t hold back or regret it. He would like to push Damian against a wall, punch him in the stomach and choke him to death, but even Bryce knew he wasn’t physically capable of that. ❝I’ll always be enough for him. He’s had a few dicks before you and you can see that none of them lasted,❞ Bryce replied without hesitation, though he tried to turn his face a little to the side so Damian’s nose wouldn’t tease him any more.

He wasn’t surprised that Damien wouldn’t let it go. Still, Bryce’s dark eyes widened a bit as soon as his hands were held above his head. The young man pressed his back a little more against the cold wall. But instead of feeling anything like fear or remorse, Bryce noticed that it amused him more and more. An almost nasty grin formed on his lips. He shifted his weight a little and pushed his hips forward until he could take one of Damien’s thighs between his legs.

❝Is that so?❞ he inquired even if the question was only rhetorical. ❝That’s what you are missing, isn’t it? A bitch you can fuck without caring for the consequences. Do you want me to work for the money and the camera? I could work on you. That’s what you want, don’t you? Don’t you want to punish me with your dick? Come on. Tell me. Or I’ll punch it out of you.❞

things where taking a turn he hadn’t expected as he entered that room, yet he remained mostly unphased by it. there was no denying it, the young knowing and owning his charm against damian. he both hated and cheered him for it. “nah,“ yet he licked his lips. “you’d only love that. you do need a man to put you in your place, but i’m not rewarding you” his mumbling fanned over the other’s face. damian lowered a hand, holding both of the guy’s wrists with a single one this time. he grabbed him by the jaw and quickly spat on him, most of it landing over bryce’s lips.

his grip was firm, kept him in place, he leaned closer and stuck his tongue out to lick him across both plump lips, the closest he was willing to get to actually tasting the younger man. he had now all that he wanted, or so he thought. “you’re not worth fucking up things with dan.” damian slapped his cheek twice before letting him go. the man had tu push himself back, away from him. only then he realised how close despising him came to wanting bryce all the same.

damian walked backwards when getting off the shower, somehow he sought to burn the image of a nude bryce in his mind. he turned as he headed for the door, shutting it behind him. “fuck” he breathed out, palms running down his face. he had to runaway, put as much distance as he could yet his legs weren’t working for him. 

to his own surprise he was already back inside, damian slammed the door and locked it. he pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a thick, hairy torso quite the opposite to that of the object of his desire. he kicked his shoes off uncaring for removing anything else just yet. he grabbed bryce by the neck, barely any contact with his skin ignited something in the man. “fuck me, turns out you’re right.” a clenched jaw, mostly driven by lust when pulling him against his face to shut the boy up with an aggressive, demanding and much thirsty kiss.

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mistckesmcde​:

       there was nothing more than mike wanted but for him to get swallowed whole by his bed or for someone to put him out of his misery.  it was moment like these that he misses ezra.  mike was honestly surprised that aria didn’t end up with him. the former teacher still being involved in their lives. although no once had mike ever felt awkward or felt remotely attracted to him.  he was hostile to him but that was for entirely different reason.  phil was just different. it wasn’t like there was something wrong with him or did something to mike.  there was just a tension between them, and mike tried his best to welcome him in but it wasn’t easy. he stayed mostly silent, knowing if he responded that it would encourage the other. “it was a nightmare, everyone was in danger and i was referring to my actual dad.”   

         it was the only excuse that he could try coming up with but was very much weak. “it was groaning and please.. never say that again, i don’t need to know what you and my sister do.”  he said shaking that thought from his head. mike huffed, as the blush only deepened on his face. “i wasn’t calling your daddy! jesus christ, if anything, it seems that you have a thing for it.”

“then why are you getting so pressed about it, mikey?” phil tilted his head, he took his sweet time scanning the young man. if it started as some silly teasing, that was long gone now. “not really, or who knows. why? wanna make sure it’s okay for next time? guess we’ll find out tonight” he walked bad to the other’s bed and sat next to him. arms back resting his weight, phil allowed himself to get a proper look at him. not a scrawny kid much like his sister would paint him to be. perhaps that made it funnier, a bulky blushing guy came off as sweet even.

“don’t worry, big guy. it’ll stay between us. but, for the sake of the argument and your wellbeing” he cleared his throat, there was no concern whatsoever in his tone or what he was about to say. “repressing it only makes it worse” he nudged at him with his thigh. “you’ve had sex before, right?” a frowned look, not bothering to look away just yet. “with other guys, i mean.” a soft grin showed up on his face. “cause if you haven’t, that would explain you directing those urges towards me.” he placed his hand over mike’s back, smoothly moved it up to the back of his neck and then to the side over his shoulder. “soon i’ll be part of the family too. just want you to know i’m here to look after you too.”

a few pats on his shoulder and he got up, headed for the door. “i’ll be downstairs. get ready, you montgomery’s are nice folks- until you’re asked to wait.“ he closed the door behind him, oddly enough, prompted to adjust his crotch on the way downstairs.