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Dante waited, wondering what the man's reaction would be. Being pressed up against him like this the size difference was clear - he had visions of walking out of the toilets with a bloody lip or worse. He felt the pressure loosen - the whole time Dante's eyes are back on Bryn's own - fuck he was Dante's type, the type his friends told him to avoid and he never did.

He smirks a little, expecting a kiss for a split second, leaning gently into the feel of the thumb. He groaned when the man spat in his mouth - a reaction running straight to his cock. "I never was any good at hiding it." Dante says in a low chuckle, swallowing the man's spit.

Before he knew it he was in the stall, stumbling backwards and having to grip onto the stranger's waist for a moment to prevent himself from falling. A beat later and he was kneeling on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom, looking up for barely a second before the man's cock was pushing past those soft pink lips of his. He kept a hand up on the other's waist, using it as leverage as he slid down further to take more of Bryn inside his mouth with a low hum.

That nickname sent another shockwave to his cock - making him moan as he started to bob gently up and down his length, building a pace that would only grow. He kept his eyes down for now, taking the other deeper and swallowing on his cock to try and bring him more pleasure.

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ʚ♡ɞ — this wasn't the first time bryn had ran his mouth in the bathrooms of some random bar-- expect usually it resulted in him getting a black eye and some broken bones. he'd consider this time more than a success, a stroke for his ego. and at least he wasn't the one being bent over and used this time around.

couldn't for the life of him remember when the last time was that he'd fucked a girl-- but he was adamant about being straight still. this only happened after he'd drank or taken some kind of drug. never would this happen sober. fingers curled into dark locks tighter, eyes shut as he let his head fall back from sheer pleasure. ❛ tha's it... you're made for this dick, princess-- ❜ his motions were messy, half-assed, hips snapping forward without any regard to the other's state-- cock pistoning in and out of the other's throat like he was nothing more than a sleeve for bryn.

a low hum emanated from the man's chest, balls slapping against the other's chin in the sloppy pace he'd set for himself. could feel the way his cock was drooling precum down the younger man's throat-- decided to push his cock all the way inside and hold it there for a few seconds. just enough to make the other lose control of his breathing. then he pulled out. ❛ tell me-- tell me what ya want-- ya wanna sit on it? wanna get knocked up tonight, princess? ❜ his voice was almost a growl, leaving no room for debate that he thought he was in control. he sat down on the porcelain toilet behind him, legs spread wide, fat prick pointed up at the dirty bathroom ceiling. ❛ go on then. ❜ a softer voice, almost a purr.

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ragtagrunaways

trent loved that he got this side of bryn all to himself. the soft groans that slipped free, the way the other's face pressed in to his neck like he was trying to hide, he knew hew as the only one who could get this from the other. "you'd think evertything I pay for in here might have worked out to be enough." a teasing edge to his tone rather than any actual fire, especially with how he felt the other's legs spreading further apart for him. his hands shifted a little further, making sure to take advantage of how those cheeks were spreading beneath his attention to begin carefully slipping the first in to bryn. mouth settling against his pulse, pressing to the skin. "it's okay, I got you. don't go pretending this doesn't feel good. can feel how much of a mess you're making on my stomach."

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ʚ♡ɞ — everything was so much easier when he wasn't sober. at least he could've blamed it on the drugs, the alcohol-- or whatever he'd be on. now he couldn't really blame anything other than his own greed for enjoying the way trent's fingers were playing with his pink hole. ❛ and tha's on you for likin' to 'ave me 'round so much-- ❜ the first finger slid inside him and he couldn't help but tense a little-- a reflex, but soon afterwards he managed to relax again. a low, drawn-out moan fumbled past his lips, pushing back down against that fingers without saying a word-- right up until the last knuckle. ❛ then stop pussyfootin' 'round if ye can feel it, mate-- fuckin' use me. ❜ last words were dripping with desperation, nails digging into trent's sides, slowly fucking himself back onto the other's finger, greedy for more.

#ragtagrunaways

fagbxys

It was finally summer and Nick Walker could not have been happier. His first year of college was rough. It was such an adjustment for the red-head but he made it through alive and he was so grateful to be done.

Nick spent as much time near the water as he possibly could. He just couldn't get enough of it. But because of his incredibly fair skin, he had to make sure to go early enough so he wouldn't run the risk of getting an agressive sunburn.

Laying out on the beach in nothing but a tight little speedo, the sun barely having risen above the horizon, Nick leaned back with his eyes closed, enjoying the sounds of the waves crashing up ahead and the seagulls. The boy finally opened up his eyes, expecting the beach to still be deserted, but when his eyes finally got used to the light, his brow furrowed at the sight of the other man.

Nick's eyes widened then, his jaw dropped sligthly at the sight of the man who looked like a literal god. Not to mention the sight of that huge swinging cock. Nick swallowed hard, his heartrace already speading up. "Um….. Hi." He smiled as casually as he could, still leaning back on his hands in the sand, his round pecs perked upward, his thick thighs glowing in the sunlight.

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ʚ♡ɞ — arran had spent a lot of the recent past just observing different coasts, beaches, shorelines-- just to see what the best possible way to make a quick visit to land would be. most humans seemed to leave a little before sunset, and didn't return until a good while after sunrise, so he decided either of those times would probably draw the least attention to him.

the sand between his toes wasn't warm yet, but it wasn't unpleasantly cold either. he was giddy to look around, all those months' work finally paying off-- and what could possibly go wrong now?

the siren was all giddy smiles and awe-filled eyes. he observed the cliffsides tha formed cavernous overhangs nearby, bent over to pick some of the dry sand up and feel it slip between his fingers. all new sensations he'd never experienced before. he was in his own little world for a good while-- so much so that he didn't notice he wasn't alone.

it wasn't until the human spoke that he realised there was someone there. arran jumped in place a little, but quickly settled down again-- and those pretty blue eyes grew even wider at the sight of a human. ❛ oh! hey-- um-- hello! my name's arran, what's yours? ❜ he noticed the other man was wearing something to cover up his lower regions, but didn't think too much about it-- his cock swinging freely from left to right, smacking him in the thighs as it did so. ❛ i'm sorry-- i didn't see you down there. i hope i'm not interrupting anything? ❜

#fagbxys #( thank you for jumping on this! <3 )

dungeonsndudes

lost, again, from the rest of his party rather than wandering around like he often did eoghan, for once, tried to do what he considered smart-- what the other's had always told him to do-- and stayed put for once. using what supplies he had on his back, and the training he'd received from henrick and ashwyne, he set up a small camp in a line of trees just off of a beach outside of a fishing port where he and the rest of his party had just been. he figured if he stayed in place, for once, they would eventually find him; or someone else would; and someone else did. sitting next to a small fire, one that even he was surprised he was able to get started, eoghan began eating some of the fish he had caught and cooked for himself earlier that day when he noticed someone walking down the shoreline towards him; their muscular body glistening in the starlight as they got closer and closer. without considering any danger, the large man waved them over with a soft and welcoming smile. as the man grew closer, he couldn't help his gaze from dropping and taking in the man in his entirety. he was incredibly handsome and incredibly naked. as eoghan's gaze settled on the hung appendage swinging and dangling between his muscular thigs the smile on his features faltered as he furrowed his brows; as he seemed to stare at the man's flaccid length with more intent.

"by the gods, are you alright? that looks swollen-- do you need help?"

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ʚ♡ɞ — from the get-go, arran really had no clue what he was doing-- moreso hoping for the best, and the best he'd gotten were some very muscular thighs and a well-endowed piece of meat to replace the tail he was so used to. the feeling of sand between his new extremities was weird, but not unpleasant. the siren took a couple of moments to center himself, to make out his surroundings in the dark of the night.

he hadn't expected to run into any humans at such a time-- precisely why he chose this time of day to experiment wtih the little shapeshifting spell he'd cast. to his surprise, though, he'd be proven completely wrong within a matter of minutes of emerging from the sea.

the first few steps were a bit of a struggle, but he managed to nail the walking-on-two-legs gig surprisingly fast. a nearby campfire caught his attention, along with the smell of something cooking-- something enticing. slowly, he made his way over, greeted by a human that seemed friendly enough on first impression.

arran had never been this close to a human male before, so he didn't know how the other would react to his presence, but risked it anyway. he took a seat next to the man, a bit closer than most people would sit next to a complete stranger-- a wide smile filled with joy growing on the siren's lips. ❛ gods-- yes! i would love some help. ❜ the smile was innocent, eyes squinting slightly to take in all of the other's features. ❛ i'm... um-- i'm pretty new here... i got a bit lost. do you mind spending some time together? ❜ his mind made no sense, giddy excitement having his thoughts jump from one branch to the other-- not knowing what he'd wanted to learn about first.

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markimilian

Now that’s the right angle to give a bj

your-lonely-witches

Dante had finally finished his shift. He'd been here for hours and had managed to get away from his colleages who for some reason wanted to hang around for another hour to have a drink. He'd made some excuse up but quickly wandered into the public toilets before heading home.

He stands there, one stall over from some patron, slowly pissing. He'd looked over at the guy when he let out that groan but clearly looked a little too long since he'd caught his attention. "S-sorry, didn't mean-" Dante began before he's pushed up against the nearby wall. He could smell the alcohol on the man's breath as he made eye contact with him.

"Mate - I wasn't," he began but something about the friction, the attractive man and the feeling of the other's cock against him was quickly becoming arousing. It had been a while since he'd found himself in these toilets debating a hookup.

"And what if I want to do more than look?" he said, wondering now how dumb that comment was - either he was about to get a quick hookup or a punch in the face. He looked away from the other for the first time, simply nodding over to the stalls to his right.

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ʚ♡ɞ — bryn's vision is blurred at first, head spinning from the alcohol he'd consumed. his forearm is pressed firmly against the other man's chest to keep him in place, and it's then that his eyes focus on the figure in front of him. there was a tremedous contrast between the two. the man in front of him was smaller, more feminine looking-- soft. in comparison to bryn's ruggeddness, he could be royalty.

bryn loosens the pressure on the other's chest, brings one hand up to cup dante's face against his palm. a thumb reaches down, pulling on dante's bottom lip until the boy's mouth opens-- and without a warning, spitting into the open cavity in front of him. ❛ fockin' knew ye wanted my cock-- could smell it on ya, mate. ❜ his voice is a low growl, his cock almost fully erect between the two of them.

without much warning, bryn takes the other's hint and shoves him into a nearby stall, closing the door behind him. both hands push down on dante's shoulders until the boy's on his knees in front of him, and without hesitation, he pushes the tip and first few inches into the boy's warm, inviting throat. ❛ fuck... show me-- show me how bad ya wanted it, princess-- ❜

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ragtagrunaways

"Oh, so you'd let Brad finger fuck you, but not me? Rude as hell man." trent could feel bryn relaxing in to him, despite the ruder awakening than he'd potentially been expecting. it had him grinning against the other's neck before he could really help himself. he didn't mind the full weight pressing down on him, not raising any kind of complaint even as he felt the other's ass tensing a little at his attention. returning the smirk he knew Brynw ould be wearing, even as he continued slowly playing between those cheeks. letting his lips start dragging against his friends neck in turn. "C'mon, all you gotta do is relax a little for me."

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ʚ♡ɞ — the soft touches, trent's warm breath against his neck, that finger prodding at his hole begging for entrance-- all of these combined had the hair on bryn's neck standing on end. a soft groan escapes him, adjusting himself so his face is buried in the crook of trent's neck. ❛ yeah-- brad would at least 'ave the money to pay for this shit-- ❜ not that he should be complaining, trent was letting him share the apartment for free. that same grin grew wider, finally relaxing a little into trent's touch. legs spread open further, his cheeks naturally giving more access to the prodding finger. cursed himself for how easily turned on he got because of trent, his fat cock trapped between their boddies, throbbing-- leaking onto his roommate beneath him. too embarrassed to give the other any more snarky comebacks.

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ʚ♡ɞ — inebriation was almost a constant state of being for bryn at this point in life-- the day of the week didn't matter much. he found himself swaying slightly from left to right, hovering over a urinal in the bathroom of some bar he'd stumbled into, holding himself steady by the palm firmly planted into the wall in front of him. a warm stream of piss hit the cold porcelain, creating a light condensation smoke. his head tips back, a groan of relief echoing through the bathroom-- and it's only then that he notices the guy using the urinal next to him.

he turns his head to face the other at first, and then his entire body-- his thick rod exposed, dangling in between his half-open trousers. ❛ the fuck 're ya lookin' at, mate? can a bloke have a fockin' piss in peace? ❜ doesn't even know if the other was actually staring at him, but the alcohol running through his veins took the driver's seat now. he blunders forward, pushing the smaller man against the bathroom wall, his cock trapped between their thighs, throbbing lightly from the friction. ❛ if ya wanna look so bad why don't ya get on yer knees 'n take a picture? proper fag like you should know how to-- ❜ can feel his cock hardening, chubbing up between their bodies, a hunger in his eyes.

#yourlonelywitches #your-lonely-witches #( hope this is okay <3 )

open to: m/nb connections: random beach-goer, first time meeting

ʚ♡ɞ — for all the wonders that living underwater brought, arran had always been more fascinated with what was above the surface. for as long as he could remember, he would wait until sundown to get small glimpses of above-water life growing up, hoping one day it would be him walking along the shorelines. little did he know that day would come sooner than he thought.

as soon as the young siren turned eighteen, he started researching ways of visiting the human world-- gathering old magic tomes, swimming across the oceans for ingredients, and brewing several potions with little success. until today-- when he'd finally figured out a way to walk on land for extended periods of time.

it was close to sundown, perched on one of the rocks close to the shoreline, arran began his incantation. it took a few minutes, but he'd been practicing for years, and finally succeeded. his large tail slowly shifted into a pair of legs, a wide grin on his expression as he stood up, trying his best not to fall.

he walked the shoreline slowly, gathering his balance, feeling the sand between his toes. completely naked, muscles still glistening with sea water, a hung appendage swinging between his muscular thighs. little did he know the effects he'd have on humans would be more intense than expected.

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