PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@carriier
I want the K, oops
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
19: Forceful Kiss
He kissed her hard,lips pressing firm against her own and swallowing the words she was about to say.He brought his hands up to her neck,holding her close,and only pulled away when oxygen became a necessity.
"I knew there was a way to shut you up."
He tried to wait it out a little bit longer, wanting it to last, but after a few rough thrusts and the fast strokes on his cock, Jim couldn’t hold on any longer. With a cry of Brian’s name, Jim came, panting and moaning with his release. “B-Brian. C’mon. Wanna see you come.” He whispered, now just taking what Brian was giving him.
Brian groaned softly as Jim came, his fingers digging into his skin. He leaned down to kiss him hard, but he only managed a few more rolls of his hips before his rhythm faltered and he came, pulling away from Jim's lips to groan a lot louder than he meant to.
HAVE SOME PENGUINS CHASING A BUTTERFLY
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Send a ‘!!!’ For my characters reaction to yours climbing into the shower with them
"Took your time," He huffed, grinning as Jim stepped in with him. He pulled him under the spray of the water, running a hand through his hair. "I expect you here before the water’s even running."
Jim’s breath caught in a low moan as a warm hand wrapped around his dick, leaning heavily back against Brian. The other hand stroking his stomach was nice too, affectionate, but his mind had zeroed down to the aching need that was making thinking kind of difficult.
"N-no," he stuttered, "I won’t slip."
He turned his head to press warm, slightly uncoordinated kisses to Brian’s jaw, “Please, please fuck me.”
Brian nipped at Jim's earlobe, pressed a kiss to Jim's cheek, and nodded. Jim's begging sent blood rushing south, and he knew he had to do something about it. "Sure." He agreed. "Since you asked so nicely."
He stepped around him, hand moving away from Jim's length to grab the lube from the shelf by the shower, before taking his place behind him again.
He slicked up two fingers, dropping his lips to Jim's shoulder in the mean time, joining the freckles with his tongue. He pushes a finger in, slow and steady, right up to the knuckle.
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
1: Hot, Steamy kiss
2: Cheek Kiss
3: Nose Kiss
4: Forehead Kiss
5: Firm Kiss
6: Gentle Peck
7: Romantic Kiss
8: Eyelid Kiss
9: Jawline Kiss
10: Neck Kiss
11: Collarbone Kiss
12: Chest Kiss
13: Stomach Kiss
14: Kiss Along the Hips
15: Back Kiss
16: Upside-Down Kiss
17: Goofy Kiss
18: Underwater Kiss
19: Forceful Kiss
20: Any of the Above
21: Kiss in the Rain
22: Then there’s tongue
Jim gasped when Brian's hand touched his cock, his own hands gripping Brian like a lifeline. He moaned out Brian's name over and over, getting louder by the second. "B-Brian. G-gonna...fuck..."
Brian new he was close, but he wanted Jim to come first, wanted to see him come undone before he let himself do the same. He stroked him harder, faster, hips snapping into him at the same pace. "C'mon Jim,"He encouraged, panting his name. "Come for me."
Long Time Gone Sentence Memes
"I thought you were dead."
"So what’ve you been doing since you left?"
"Did you even think about calling?"
"But I went to your funeral!"
"What happened to you?"
"I’ve thought about you every day since."
"So I left, what’s the big deal?"
"I tried to call you."
"Did you ever get that postcard I sent?"
"Have you told anyone?"
"So you disappear off the face of the earth and then you come back and just expect to pick up exactly where we left off?"
"I came back for you."
"Did it ever occur to you that I might’ve moved on?"
"Well maybe I don’t want to see you again."
"I thought I’d never see you again."
"I left you a billion voicemails."
"Don’t ever do that again."
Jim couldn’t help the scream he let out when Brian hit his prostate. He gripped the couch, bucking his hips up in time with Brian’s thrusts. “B-Brian! Fuck yes.” He whispered, eyes shut tight. If Brian kept this up, it would all be over before it even began.
"Fuck." Brian whispered, giving a strangled sort of moan at the reaction he got from Jim. He tried to get the right angle again, wanting so much to see him like that. He wrapped his hand around Jim's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
Small noises escaped the younger’s mouth, occasionally the word fuck, whimpers of how good it felt, how good Brian was, and moans of pure pleasure. He did try to keep quiet though, not wanting anyone else but Brian to hear him.
Brian settled on a rhythm of hard and fast, fingers digging into the skin of Jim's hips as he groaned. The noises Jim kept making were sinful, only encouraging him further, and he tried not to let his hips falter.
It felt good, feeling Brian finally move. He felt like an asshole for making him wait, but fuck, it only made this that much better.
"You can-" He stopped himself, moaning softly. "You can go faster." He wanted Brian to go faster, wanted it so bad.
Brian ran his tongue over dry lips, and he nodded, his breathing a little ragged from the waiting. He kissed Jim again, hands moving to grip as hips as he pulled out further, pushed back in harder, built up a rhythm.
"I’ll see you on another side …"
"Iris? What the hell are you talking about?”
"Brian —"
She killed people. It was a long time ago. But it’d been necessary.
"They’re enemies aimed to kill. I… I made mistakes and they’re pissed.
You. Aren’t. Safe.”
"..."
What the fuck is he supposed to say to that?
"We all make mistakes."
That works.
It's Sexual Sunday. You have open permission to harass the fuck out of my muse. Go nuts!
Jim let out a small laugh, nodding his head. He was glad Brian waited, so glad. "Y-yeah. Move." He whispered, slowly pushing himself back onto the other. "Move, Brian."
"Thank you." He murmured, so grateful. It was starting to kill him. He leaned down to kiss him again. "Thank you, thank you." He still took it slowly, pulling back just an inch before he pushed in again.
"Do you want me to punch you?"
"I’m going to go with no."
Oh jesus.
"What have I done?"
He’s not even sure this time.
"You sound Aussie
I’m offended I’m not an Aussie. And Crumpets are good.”
"How dare you. I'm British. Incredibly British. Absolutely positively British."
Crumpets were awful. But they weren't having that argument. Not again.
"I’ll see you on another side …"
"Iris? What the hell are you talking about?”
"I know you don’t, I just —."
It’s pretty simple to say I’ve had a bad past. But there’s a lot more to it.
"I have enemies, okay?"
"Same!"
He really does. He's an asshole, after all.
"But that doesn't mean that I'm not safe. I'm a big boy, Iris. I can take care of myself."
"Do you want me to punch you?"
"I’m going to go with no."
Oh jesus.
"What have I done?"
He’s not even sure this time.
“Horrid.”
Just give up. "What’s next? Gonna order tea and crumpets?”
"No. Crumpets are disgusting. I'll have a scone instead."
He's starting to sound Australian now. He should really give up.
