measure & melody

♪ fandomless musician oc | composed by panda ♫

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merry holidays & did you see tc on snl???

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forever valentine.

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          keen eyes stay focused on andy as she collects the lube before joining hayden on the floor as his body begs for some sort of pleasure or promise of release. nothing turns hayden on more than andrea taking charge, pushing the boundaries of his comfortability until their roles are reversed. goosebumps spread down hayden’s spine as andy prepares his entrance for her dick. a rosy hue paints pale skin as the sounds of his own desperation reaches his ears; the vulnerability of allowing andy into him so openly wanton leaves ignites his skin. the warmth of her chest pressed against his back is an anchor as two fingers work their way slowly inside. a deep breath helps calm hayden’s nerves as he wills his muscles to relax; the sexy rasp of andy’s voice urging hayden to let go of his inhibitions and allow his lover to take care of him now.

          hayden leans forward to press his face into the mattress while his body works back against andy’s fingers, wanting more than she’s allowing. a whimper escapes swollen lips as long legs spread wider to encourage deeper penetration. hayden turns to look over his shoulder as slender fingers are replaced with the blunt head of andy’s dick, slick with lube as she teases --something she must have picked up from him and he can’t stop the proud grin from tugging  on one side of his mouth. everything is better with a little teasing, even when hayden is the one being driven crazy by hunger. andy gives him just enough for his body to understand what is going on, yet not enough to relieve the ache inside. “mmm,” a few more steady breaths help hayden to focus on relaxing his muscles, his breath hitching as more of the impossibly hard strap slides into his entrance.

         an involuntary moan is torn from hayden’s chest as the head of andy’s dick rubs against his prostate and his own erection twitches at the shock of pleasure. andy’s asking if he wants more, his back arches in response, his voice frantic in response, “yes, baby,” one lean arm reaches back, long fingers squeezing andy’s hip, “please, baby, i want it all.” every inch is a gift from his goddess until hayden’s ass rests flush against her hips, his voice low as he spreads his legs even wider, “thank you.” hayden’s hand returns to the bed to grip the duvet, eyes falling closed as he welcomes the full length of andy’s hardness. the tranquility of the moment is disrupted by a jolt of pleasure as delicate fingers grip and jerk hayden’s dick, his hips moving forward into andy’s fist and back onto the strap. 

         a rhythm is easily found as andy thrusts into hayden, her hand working his shaft while she grinds into him. the anticipation of this moment pales in comparison to the reality, pleasure surging through hayden as he feels himself being pushed toward the edge. the room is a symphony of bliss, though it’s hayden’s moans for more echoing off of their bedroom walls. his voice ragged as he begs andy to move faster. seconds stretch into minutes until andy gives hayden the satisfaction of quicker thrusts, her hips angling directly into hayden’s prostate as gentle fingertips massage sensitive sack. hayden’s hands fist into balls as he loses control of his body, hips stuttering as he clenches around andy’s hardness. every movement is like gasoline being poured onto a fire, hayden’s skin is lit with urgency for release until he’s shouting andy’s name into the mattress. 

[yes-svetlana-world]

by  romi@lauriechalamett·

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beautiful stranger.‌

       the  way  hayden’s  eyes  remain  locked  with  andy’s  feels  like  a  challenge,  her  mention  of  the  women  gathered  across  the  room  not  even  making  him  bat  an  eyelash.  he’s  young  and  playful,  filled  with  life  and  with  so  much  left  of  it  ahead  of  him.  she  was  nothing  but  a  BAD  OMEN  and  she  shouldn’t  be  indulging  herself,  but  she  can’t  draw  her  attention  away  from  the  handsome  boy.  ❝what  you  do  and  whom  you  do  it  with  sir,  is  none  of  my  concern.❞  she  maintains  a  FALSE  INDIFFERENCE,  trying  not  to  show  how  unsettled  she  is  by  the  warmth  of  his  hands  as  he  takes  hers.  his  effort  to  share  that  heat  with  her  was  endearing,  if  not  unknowingly  misguided.        when  hayden  finally  does  turn  to  acknowledge  his  fans,  andy  uses  the  moment  to  gather  her  COMPOSURE.  though  still  unable  to  find  her  resolve,  and  not  performing  the  vanishing  act  that  she  should.  when  he  turns  his  hazel  eyes  back  on  her  she’s  nearly  hypnotized  by  his  easy  CONFIDENCE  and  self-assurance.  his  appetite  is  clear,  his  desire  perfuming  the  air  as  he  leans  toward  her  and  tucks  a  few  wayward  strands  of  dark  hair  behind  her  ear.  the  touch  was  more  INTIMATE  than  any  she’d  had  in  decades  and  it  left  her  feeling  breathless.  of  course,  hayden  wanted  to  uproot  their  intimate  conversation  to  a  more  PRIVATE  venue  and  the  hunger  gnawing  at  andy  agreed  with  him.  he  was  like  a  rabbit  unknowingly  trying  to  get  a  fox  alone,  not  sensing  that  he  should  flee.  it  wasn’t  his  fault,  her  CONDITION  meant  to  make  her  alluring  and  captivating  to  her  prey.  ❝hmm,❞  his  proposal  shouldn’t  even  be  a  consideration,  and  yet  she’s  thinking  about  risking  a  test  of  her  self-control.  ❝did  you  have  somewhere  SPECIAL  in  mind?❞  

         hayden knows better than to believe a woman when she says she doesn't care; especially when it is so obvious she is interested. captive gaze stays locked with andy’s as she maintains eye contact, the low tone of her voice drawing hayden in closer. where did he have in mind? anywhere. anyplace the two of them can get to know each other without an audience. usually hayden’s encounters have very few complaints about where they do what they do. andy isn’t one of his usual encounters; her sophisticated aura communicates the need for somewhere more refined than a wall in the ally behind the club. if this was a date, hayden would invite andy back to his place for a nightcap. they are nowhere near hayden’s apartment and he is still energized from his performance. the gratification of a good show courses through his veins and he isn’t ready to call it a night. a quick reference of his mental map of the city tells hayden that his favorite after hours jazz lounge is a block away and very intimate.            hungry eyes delight in the prospect of hands feasting on what lies beneath andy’s dress. voice heavy with desire, “i get the feeling anywhere you are is a very special place.” dark brows raise, head tilting to one side as his eyes study the red bow of andy’s lips before returning to mesmerizing gray, “though i do have a somewhere in mind,” taking his hands from andy’s is not an easy feat, the chill of her skin is left lingering on his palms. slender fingers wrap around his drink, the cool condensation sends a thrill down hayden’s spine as he intensifies the fire of his desire with liquid courage. hayden takes his time to empty his glass, enjoying the burn of whiskey as his carnal craving grows. hazel eyes appraise the young woman across from him, memorizing every inch of silvery skin glowing warmly under the dim lights.

          hayden’s thoughts yield to fantasies of his lips on every inch of skin obscured by dark cloth. a few deep breaths are weak attempts to cool himself as passion stirs in his jeans. leaning to one side, hayden slides his wallet from his back pocket to set some cash onto the table. the anticipation of one on one time with andrea warms hayden from the inside as he lifts himself from his seat and onto his feet. hayden has never been so completely hypnotized by a woman before, the electricity of his appetite leaves the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. ignoring the growl of his empty stomach, he can worry about filling his stomach once the agony of his lusty yearning is satiated, hayden gestures toward the exit with his arm, “after you.”

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Margaret Qualley by Daria Kobayashi Ritch for Hunger Magazine

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🧢🧢🧢🧢

[inkskinned]

Oh man. Looking at you makes me stupid. I get obsessed with the smallest things. How you look while examining your fingernails. When you stretch, the curve of your neck. The slip of your spine. How wonderful. How enchanting.

You look up. Wrinkle your nose. “Why are you staring?”

I get wordless. All tangled heat and longing. I wanna build a universe where we never get out of bed. I wanna crawl into your arms like ivy, catch your laughter from the air and spin it into a blanket. You make me feel like I’m moss on a tree which is to say you make me feel like I’m home and where I’m supposed to be. Around you I trap sunlight. I want to tell you the inside of the forest you planted in me.

Open my mouth. “You’re a nerd.”

Classy.

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“But he is remarkably humble. Back in New York, over the phone, he immediately apologises for keeping me waiting (all of two minutes). He’s unfailingly polite, thoughtful, and gives credit where it is due at every turn, most often to others.”

-Di John Ortved about Timothée for L’Uomo Vogue

📷 by Karim Sadli

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Timothee Chalamet - A Rainy Day in New York (2019)