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Send me a number and a ship and Iâll write up a starter based on the gif. Bonus points for not peeking! (Or you can peek, itâs cool). None of these gifs were made by me and were collected from gif hunts and rph sites.
Grindr was an easy out when Roman didnât fancy leaving his suite but was in the mood for the chase. He could flirt, tease, command, all from the comfort of his bed. Of course, the added benefit of having a warm mouth and/or tight hole come straight to him was incredible. Grindr for him was like ordering takeout, in a way. His latest delivery put up a little more fight than usual, the typical clash of alpha males trying to outdo one another. Roman considered it a victory to have the other man come to him rather than the other way, both men too riled up by their conflict for any of the niceties. Shirts were discarded, bodies were pushed around the suite, and every instance of an attempted kiss was met with a sharp tug of hair by Roman. That was always his limit - no kissing on the lips. It was a struggle guiding a shirtless man of athletic build into the bedroom when both were busy trying to assert their dominance, but Roman had managed it. Only briefly, of course, because somehow the blonde stranger had managed to pin Roman down with him, and of course was tantalising grinding down against the heirâs ever-hardening crotch, painfully constricted by his pants and trousers. âYou bastard,â Roman hissed. His body reacted instinctively, his hips sliding along the bed to grind in rhythm with the blondeâs, his hands reaching up either side of his hips to keep the other man in place and guide him along. He may think he was winning, but Roman would bounce back.
It had been a little longer than Harrison wanted to admit that he had been fucked properly. His Grindr profile had to be dusted off, but it was only a matter of seconds before he got what he wanted. A willing and able bodied man, and quite attractive too, had invited him over. He wasted no time finding his way over once he conceded to go to his place. And no sooner where they in the door that they were ripping each others clothes off. He had intended on giving in when he got there, but something about this man made him want to struggle, made him want to make Roman work for the dominance. And whatever it was that had gotten in to him, it had him more turned on than he could remember in a long time. He had conceded to move to the bedroom, but hadn;t given up to him yet. He pinned him on the bed, pushing up against him, his hard cock barely being held in by his jeans. âyou want it, you gotta take it.â He leaned in and whispered to the other man, before resuming the rhythmic motions of his hips as he pushed himself on top of him.
