john carters eyes rolling as he exposes his throat hmmmmm fascinating
Well hello to you, too....
Being an ER intern means you don't have any free time. You're at work more hours than your actually supposed to, and once you're home all you can manage is eating something quick and falling asleep.
If it's also the late 90's and you've spent your whole life in the closet and scared of who you are... Well then you're never quite satisfied, are you?
John Carter isn't, so when he finally gets a handsome man in his bed he's equally excited and scared.
His newfound lover immediately realises that this man has no idea what he's doing, so they go slow.
A handjob is easy enough, no?
They get naked, make out and mess about, before finally a hand wraps around Carter's cock.
And it's the perfect mix of sloppy lube and calloused hand, making each drag a pleasurable type of torture.
It's not long before his small huffs and moans turn into whines and sobs.
A thumb presses against his perineum and the sudden and unfamiliar flare of pleasure causes him to cum.
Carter's whole body tenses before going lax, his eyes roll back along with his head, exposing his beautiful long neck.
Who can blame the man who covers it in dark hickeys and bites...?
as I warned, I am BAD at smut. have only found fics with fingering as prep/foreplay so im gonna be the change i want to see in the world. tried to keep things in character but idk if it was successful
(Jack is FTM, terms used: t-dick, dick, hole, taint)
Robby kissed down Jack's body, cheesy as it was, and reveled in the way the man's breath hitched. For someone who tries to be healthy, he is rarely gentle with himself. He's always charging ahead. A nonstop thrum of energy and a need to get it out before his heart gives way. If he just keeps running, he'll keep pace with the ever-collapsing walls of the pit.
He likes things to keep pace with him. Fast and rough and a little painful at times. That's not his philosophy in medicine, just his philosophy in life. Physician, physician, heal thine own limp!
"I always knew you were a romantic." Jack chides as he slung his bad leg over Robby's shoulder, urging him closer to where he needs some attention. Robby fails to take the hint. Or, rather, he acknowledges and pointedly refuses to indulge the man.
"You say that like I'm going over the top." Robby nipped Jack's inner thigh as he worked himself between them, laying on his stomach with one leg hiked up like a sniper. "I didn't even splurge on roses this time."
"Maybe you should've." Jack sighed. Whiskery kisses bristled along his thighs, reflected on the other with a gentle calloused hand. Robby was already testing his patience as he focused on the cleft where his thigh meets his pelvis, mere centimeters off from where he should be. Jack let his hand bury itself in Robby's hair. He didn't redirect the other man, but he definitely thinks about doing so. "Light me some candles next time."
"Beeswax or soy?" he asked in response, lifting his head in time to catch the pout that flickered across Jack's features.
"What?"
"The candles. What kind?"
"I like beeswax. Layers nicely." Jack reasoned, dragging his nails along Robby's scalp a few gentle times. "You gonna get to the main attraction or..?"
"What's the rush?" Robby asked with a kiss to the bushy hairs above Jack's half-chubbed t-dick. Jack shuddered as a Robby's chin dragged lightly against the sensitive tissue.
"One of us has work tomorrow morning."
"It's my time. Let me use it how I like." Robby finally kissed Jack's t-dick directly, much to the quiet relief of Jack. He let his head tilt back against the headboard, back propped against countless pillows.
"A sleepy doctor is a stupid doctor." Jack chastised as Robby kissed a few more times before taking him into his mouth. Robby was a dutiful lover, slow and gentle and sickly sweet at times. Jack didn't hate it, it just isn't how he handles himself.
Robby's tongue is soft and hot against Jack, hands rough but feather-light as he kneads Jack's thighs and sides. He focuses on the man's dick, suckling and letting Jack guide his head along as he grinds deep. When Jack eases on the pressure, Robby laps his tongue flat along the full length of him. Taint to hole to dick. And judging by the heavy breaths and quiet groans escaping above him, he's doing an alright job.
"No wonder you're so popular." Jack puffed, a shaken laugh escaping as Robby's thickened tongue dipped into his hole. The ring of muscle clenched at the intrusion but Robby persisted, easing in deeper this time. Jack rocked his hips before Robby moved to still him, squeezing the man's thigh as a nonverbal direction. "C'mon- that isn't the star of the show."
Robby glanced up at Jack's flushed but smug expression and pulled out, giving himself a little breathing room so he could respond. "You want me to ignore it tonight?" Robby asked in that curious-not-judgmental manner.
"Nah." Jack shifted, pulling Robby back in with his residual limb, digging against his scapula. "Just give my dick some love too."
"Heard." Robby dipped back down, spitting onto Jack's dick and taking it between his knuckles the way he knew Jack liked. He eased his grasp on Jack's thighs too, letting him buck as he saw fit. And Jack definitely took the invitation, thrusting himself into Robby's hand. "This good?"
"Yeah.. fuck... that's good." He groaned, somewhat grateful as Robby eased himself out from between his legs, opening him up to using the bed for leverage. "Where you going?"
"Nowhere." Robby assured as he stopped touching Jack for the briefest moment, pushing up so he could lay beside him on the bed. He returned his hand to between Jack's legs as soon as he could.
"Gotta work on your flexibility." Jack muttered as he wrapped an arm around Robby's neck and shoulders, nestling their bodies closer. "Pigeon pose, it's good for that position in particular."
"I'm fine." Robby scoffed before leaning in for a kiss. Jack accepted hungrily, tasting himself on the man's lips and tongue, feeling his precum on the man's scruff. He broke the kiss and reached for a tube of KY on the bedside table, heart beating fast as Jack kissed down his neck, hips still rocking into his hand.
He pulled away from Jack again to lubricate his fingers, replacing his knuckles with the pad of his thumb so Jack still had something to thrust against. "This alright?"
"You want to get inside me that bad?" Jack teased breathily, hips stuttering as Robby rubbed the outside of his hole. "Fuck- yeah, get in there."
Robby snorted, nuzzling his face against Jack's scalp as he finally penetrated the man with two thick fingers. Slow and cautious at first, feeling the warm muscles clench at the intrusion but promptly try to take him deeper. Jack's rutting slowed but didn't fully stop, Robby took it's place by stroking Jack with his thumb. He always got pretty still and quiet when he first got filled. Finger, dick, toy, etcetera. He had to take a second for his brain to catch back up to his motormouth.
"You ever do a round in gyno?" Jack huffed as he tucked into Robby's shoulder, nipping at the soft curve of collarbone. Robby cocked his head at the odd question. He crooked his fingers in a methodical probing pattern, seeking out a certain spongey spot.
"Why?"
"Don't. Gonna break somebody with those things." Jack clenched up, breath hitching as Robby skimmed along the anterior wall of his hole.
"Ah." Robby rolled his eyes and repeated his probing motion, finally finding what he was searching for as Jack's body twitched. "Right there?"
"right there." He didn't need much direction beyond that. Robby began to steadily pump his fingers in and out, aiming for that sensitive region. With each inward motion, he pressed tenderly and dragged down as he withdrew his fingers. Jack's dick throbbed against his thumb, responding desperately to every little stroke. As Jack's body welcomed him in, he picked up the pace.
It wasn't long before Jack's body was starting to tighten back up, breaths coming in quicker succession, skin flushing hotter and hotter. He blushed like a lobster from the tips of his ears all the way to his shoulders.
"Fuck, Mike..." Jack started to writhe as he reached his own hand down to stroke himself, aided by Robby's touch. His quickened pulse was enough of a warning that Jack was getting close. Robby could feel it beating hard against his skin where Jack's carotid met Robby's shoulder. "Mike, I think... fuck..."
"Let it happen." Robby assured, keeping his pace steady. "I've gotcha."
After a few more strokes, the pressure snapped and Jack came with a low moan, spilling hot in Robby's hand in small drips and dregs. Robby coaxed him through it, letting the man squeeze his thighs shut and cut off circulation to his forearm entirely. Slowly but surely, Jack came back to Earth and slackened.
Breaths gradually slowing, tremors still rattling his body, the man barely gave Robby the time to withdraw his fingers and wrap them around his own ignored length before moving.
Context for anyone who is wondering: Lamine Yamal's parents won an UNICEF raffle for a charity photoshoot in which Barça players posed with kids, and 5 month old Lamine happened to get 20yo Messi. Which is like. Literally insane
trinity getting an âi â€ïž milfsâ tshirt from dennis for her birthday is so canon to meâŠ.
and getting her an âiâm not the stepdad iâm the dad that stepped upâ tshirt when he hears about trinity being adored by baranâs sonâŠ. hashtag canon
"The Fencing World Championships will introduce the "Sword Tip Visualization System." This system was developed by Japanese engineers, used at the Tokyo Olympics, and can track and display the sword tip's movement trajectory without any markers." (X)
I love this technology. It lets me actually understand what is going on and see how one fencer is able to get through by taking advantage of their opponent's large, open swings by tightly controlling how they move their own sword in smaller, more controlled circles.
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