UNIQUE;

selective and independent multi-muse blog. activity low. chai. gmt. 21+ only (i'm 25+). he/him.

[unaliveish]

thomas jaquet

[joshuaballsett]

[lovebvrns]

@hesgotnojams don’t tell me Cameron is not behind the camera lmao

[softandwicked]

Concern was the first thing that crossed Sunwoo's mind. He watched Mateo's uneven breathing, his chest rising and falling far too quickly for someone who had supposedly just woken from sleep. Despite not knowing him all that well, seeing him like this stirred something instinctive within him. His gaze followed the hand dragging across Mateo's face before he quietly asked, “Something like that? Are your nightmares always this bad?”

The question left his lips before he could second-guess it. Sunwoo wasn't sure if Mateo had answered truthfully or if he was simply the type of person who hid behind half-answers and a confident smile. It was hard to tell. Before he had the chance to read him any further, though, Mateo's attention shifted elsewhere, and Sunwoo quickly realized the conversation was already being steered in another direction. “So, you think I’m pretty?” Sunwoo teased, a playful smile tugging at his lips while Mateo’s fingers slid into his hair. “You should already know what this mouth can do,” he added with a grin. “You were moaning my name enough earlier.”

Without resistance, Sunwoo pressed his lips to the thin fabric of Mateo’s underwear. He dragged his mouth along the hard outline beneath, then hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged it down. With Mateo’s cock springing free, Sunwoo’s eyes widened as he stared up at it.  Sunwoo spat directly onto the shaft and wrapped his fingers around the base. He stroked in slow, firm pulls while his tongue flicked out to lap at the head, circling the slit before dragging wetly over the crown.

[hesgotnojams]

Mateo’s chest tightened at the question, guilt flickering through the haze of arousal. He didn't like concerning others, but definitely didn't want to give Sunwoo any cause for concern. “Since I was a kid,” he answered truthfully, letting out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. “But they don't happen when I've got someone over. Usually.” He felt he owed him some explanation, but he didn't want to linger on something so personal. His gaze then moved to Sunwoo’s bare torso and the thin fabric still clinging to his hips, and that discomfort twisted into something hotter, his cock already twitching. His fingers tightened just a fraction in his hair at the memories of earlier that night. “I think I need a reminder,” he said, voice low and teasing, “You are pretty – especially when you've got that mouth wrapped ‘round me.”

Mateo gasped softly the moment his cock was freed from their restraints, laying flush against his abdomen. A soft, amused laugh rumbled low in his chest when he noticed Sunwoo's wide-eyed stare, but it quickly dissolved into a series of rough grunts as those fingers wrapped tight around the base and started those slow, firm strokes. Each pull drew more noise from him, his abs clenching visibly while his hips jerked upward with involuntary thrusts, chasing the friction without thought. When that tongue dragged over the sensitive head, circling and lapping, a deep moan tore from Mateo's lips, his head tipping back against the pillows as his free hand fisted the sheets. He bucked harder then, unable to hold still, the wet heat pulling another broken groan from his throat. “So good, Sun…” he exhaled, his grip at the back of his head tightening. He urged the other man to go lower along his shaft, his own hips rolling up to meet the descent. “Feels so good when you take my whole cock in your mouth.” Mateo’s palm pushed harder to bring Sunwoo’s lips to the base and letting his cock hit the back of his throat, pinning him there, letting up only to snap his hips in a few more short, greedy thrusts, until the pressure coiled hot and heavy at the base of his spine.

With a sudden flex of his wrist, Mateo tugged Sunwoo upward and off his cock, the wet pop drawing another sharp gasp from him as cool air hit his slick length. His breathing came heavy, eyes dark with want. “Don't wanna come yet,” he exhaled, working to pull the other man’s briefs off, tossing them aside. He flipped him onto his stomach, strong hands already sliding down to grip the smaller man’s hips and drag him up onto his knees. He pressed open kisses along the dip of Sunwoo’s lower back. Spreading him open with both hands Mateo's tongue slid out, dragging a wet stripe over the sensitive skin. He angled his head to suck one of Sunwoo’s balls into his mouth from behind. The weight settled heavy on his tongue, sucking gently while his breath puffed hot against the skin. Mateo released it with a soft pop only to press his tongue flat against his entrance, circling slowly before pushing inside. He worked the muscle deeper with each pass, exploring until the rim softened under his mouth. Pulling back just enough, he reached for the lube, slicking one finger thoroughly before pressing the tip against that same hole and easing it in. “Still so fucking tight,” Mateo murmured softly, adding another finger to work him open. “Even after earlier.”

[lovebvrns]

He was panting and whimpering beneath Cameron's thrusts, teary eyes eyes staring back at that stupid handsome face. "I am-" he whined between moans. "I'm looking at you, I promise." Xavi body trembled against the other's, cheeks flushing with color as Cameron clearly caught him coming. "I'm sorry, Cam." He whispered, leaning back into the other's grip, purring like a kitten as the other pulled his hair and pressed him so tightly against his torso. It was true: Xavi was obsessed. He could tell that Cameron as was getting close to, feeling how he picked up his pace and how his breathing changed. Before he knew, Cam was trembling and spasming behind him.

Turning on his back, Xavi was finally catching his breath, running his hands along his sweaty forehead. "Yeah, thank you." He couldn't help but let out a soft, breathy laugh - eyes big in disbelief as he eyed Cameron who came laying beside him. His hand reached for Cameron's big chest. "I liked that a lot. It was hot." Xavi tipped his head up to meet Cameron's gaze and he nodded slowly. It was sweet, that he asked how he was doing. "I'm really good." Maybe he was being a bit too much but he still couldn't process what was happening to him. The thumb tracing his skin made him shiver, hand reaching up to trail Cam's jawline. He wondered to what he had deserved this for. This is what he wanted: who he wanted. And he knew he wasn't any better than all the people swooning over him but it made sense that they did. Xavi always told himself that he and Cameron were not ever going to be friends or anything of that sort. He was new to the frat and pretty much everyone warned him for the other. Then here he was. His words about taking a breath and another orgasm made him scoff lightly. "Another one?" He didn't know if he could handle that but it was enough to have him stunned, dimples in his cheek showing as he smiled a little shyly. "I just really want to kiss you again." - He admitted quietly, eyes lowering to his mouth. "Can I kiss you, please?" - Xavi asked sweetly, but he was already shuffling closer to the other and pecking his lips softly, gently.

[hesgotnojams]

Cameron’s grin came slow when Xavi asked so politely. He had spent most of the night pulling those breathy little noises out of him, watching him fall apart beneath him, and somehow this – Xavi shuffling closer, asking if he could kiss him like Cameron hadn’t already had his hands all over him – was what got to him. “Man,” he murmured, one arm sliding around his waist to pull him in properly. “You don’t have to ask me like I’m gonna say no.”

He let the soft peck land, then chased his mouth before Xavi could pull away, kissing him again with lazy satisfaction. It was slower now, not the hungry kind from before, but warm and lingering, Cameron’s thumb brushing along his side as he kept him close. He shifted closer on the bed, sliding one of his legs between Xavi’s and hooking him in a little, keeping him there with easy confidence. When he pulled back, it was barely enough to speak, lips still grazing his.

“You really gonna act all shy after what we just did?” he asked, smiling against his mouth. “After telling me you touch your cock to me?” His grin widened, clearly enjoying that far too much. “That’s cute, Xavi boy. Didn’t know I was keeping you up like that.” Cameron squeezed lightly at his hip, gaze dragging over his face, taking in the tired softness there. “Don’t worry, I’m not going for round two right now. You look like I broke your brain.” He kissed him once more, slower, like he couldn’t quite help himself. “But, y’know… if you’re gonna be lying awake thinking about me anyway, you could just come to my room next time. Lemme hear those pretty moans and wreck that ass again."

[lovebvrns]

Xavi could see the switch in Cameron's body language, his eyes darkening and some sort of determination washing over him as he got up. He helped him to get rid off his shirt, and watched with open mouth as Cameron's pants dropped to the floor. His eyes shamelessly trailed down his chest, to his stomach and more down to his cock. "You're really hot." His words came out in a near whisper, mesmerized by the sight of the guy in front of him. Xavi moved his own hands down his thighs to get rid of his pants and boxers too, his cock hard as a rock and springing free. With a quick nod, he turned on his stomach and pressed his face in the sheets while bringing his knees forward, ass up. "Cam, please be-" The slap to his ass cheek made him let out a sharp, high-pitched moan and he found himself whimpering softly at the burn while his fingers clenched in the sheets. The moment Xavi felt Cam's lips on his skin, he arched his back and pressed back against his mouth. He wasn't prepared for the other's tongue, lustful eyes fluttering shut. "O-oh my god.." Soft sounds of pleasure kept passing his lips as Xavi nodded heavily. "It feels so good." He breathed out, nodding another few times. The moment Cameron pulled back, he was whining - eyes opening and peeking over his shoulder. But then Cameron pushed a finger in and his mouth opened wide, body shuddering in pleasure. Xavi had fucked toys before but nothing had ever felt like this - he had never thought it to be like this. Let alone with Cameron.

"Don't stop, please." - Xavi whined as he softly started to rock his hips back, needing his fingers deep inside of him. The moment he pulled back, Xavi started catching his breath. "Please." He watched Cameron prepare himself and licked his lips, unbothered by the little pool of precum he was creating beneath him. Hearing him call his hole his, caused Xavi to blush - a tiny smile forming on his lips. This was all he wanted. He needed Cameron like some sick addiction he couldn't get rid of. Another high moan fell from the boy's lips as he slapped his ass, but it soon changed in a pleasuring sigh. Everything about his body language, his big eyes on Cameron, his little sounds, implied that he was exactly where he wanted to be. Eyes rolled back when Cameron finally pushed inside of him, and Xavi's breaths became shorter and more quiet. He was trying to relax, taking in Cameron bit by bit as his tight walls stretched around him. "I'm yours, Cam." He breathed out. "Please fuck me." - Xavi breathed out, whimpering at the pace he started to build but slowly yet surely getting used to him. "You feel so good." He didn't ever want this to stop.

The friction of the sheets rubbing against his cock made him bite his lower lip. All he did was peek over to Cameron as much as he could, watching him pop his cherry. He looked so stupid hot. Xavi couldn't stop looking at him. Doing as he was told, he brought his arms back and tightened his core to keep himself steady on the bed, face pressed down. "Fuck," he cursed out. Xavi usually cursed. Being fucked like this with his hands around his back caused his eyes to watery. His entire body felt hot and he could feel tears of pleasure silently streaming down his face while he rocked back against Cam's cock. "I did," he finally said, swallowing thickly at the confession. "This is all I want Cameron, I-I jerk off at the thought of you every night." he breathed out heavily, moaning constantly at the unfamiliar desire that washed over him. "I'm your cockslut, I-" he stared up the ceiling as Cameron yanked his head back, mouth open wide when he came undone, making a mess of his bed. He hoped Cameron didn't notice how he came all over his sheets without even being touched but he couldn't help himself. "You feel so fucking good."

[hesgotnojams]

Cameron’s grip on Xavi’s hip tightened until his knuckles were white, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Hearing Xavi admit to jerking off to him every single night was like pouring gasoline on a fire. The ego boost was massive, and the frat boy in him thrived on that kind of worship. He didn't just want Xavi's body; he wanted to own the fact that he’d been the center of the smaller guy’s secret fantasies for who knows how long. “All that time spent imagining my cock in you and now you got it,” he growled, voice laced with desire. He didn't hold back, driving his cock deep, bottoming out with every single strike, feeling the other man clenching and spasming around him in a desperate attempt to hold onto him.  As he gripped the other guy’s hair, yanking his head back to force those glazed, watery eyes to meet his, Cameron’s expression was one of pure, dominant hunger. "Look at me," he grunted, pulling Xavi's head back further so he could see the sheer pleasure and desperation on the boy's face. "Look at me while I take your fucking virginity." 

As he continued thrusting, Cameron noticed the tell-tale signs of Xavi coming – in his breathing, the shaking of his body, and the sudden mess on his sheets. The knowledge that Xavi had peaked just from being fucked, without even being touched, sent a surge of adrenaline through him. "You came for me without me even touching your dick? Fuck, you're obsessed.” he hissed, a smirk playing on his lips even as his own breath came in ragged gasps. He didn't slow down; instead, he accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, more irregular. He reached forward, hooking his arm around his chest and hauling him backward, pressing his back against his sweating torso so there wasn't a single millimeter of space between them. With one last, deep, bottoming-out thrust that buried him to the hilt, Cameron let out a loud, primal grunt, his body shaking as he reached his boiling point.

For a long moment, Cameron didn't move. He stayed buried deep inside Xavi, his chest heaving against his back, his fingers still threaded firmly through his hair. He just breathed, savoring the feeling of the other guy’s trembling body and the lingering heat of their connection. Finally, he let out a long, satisfied groan and released his grip on the other guy’s hair, allowing the boy to fall back onto the bed. He slid out of him with a gasp, standing up and glancing down at the spent condom on his cock. With a casual flick of his wrist, he peeled it off and tossed it accurately into the nearby bin. He ran a hand through his messy hair, flexing his shoulders and chest as he caught his reflection for a split second, looking every bit the arrogant frat boy. A wide, smug grin spread across his face as he flopped down onto the bed beside Xavi, propping himself up on one elbow. “That was fucking hot. Congrats on no longer being a virgin,” he exhaled, reaching out to move a stray piece of hair on his sweaty forehead. His voice lost its sharp, dominant edge, dropping into a lower, more genuine tone when he asked, “You good?”

He waited for a response, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle against Xavi's skin, letting the silence of the room wrap around them. A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in, his breath hot against his ear. "Catch your breath for a sec," he whispered, his voice returning to that teasing, commanding drawl. "Because Cameron Foster doesn’t do just one orgasm."

[lovebvrns]

Xavi felt like he needed to punch himself to make him realize that he was wide awake and that this wasn't any of those many dreams he's had about Cameron. He would wake up hard as a rock, confused and needy and finishing himself off on the thought of his frat brother. Xavi wasn't proud of that but it wasn't like he had any other choice when Cameron was pretty popular between the sheets. He just nodded at his question, gently stepping back at Cameron's pace while he was catching his breath. God, he could kiss Cam all night like this. "You got me," Xavi repeated, nodding slowly as his hands stroked down Cameron's chest. Every kiss was answered with just as much passion and desire: slow but sensual in a way he's never ever kissed anyone before. He hummed softly, lips parting now that his mouth moved to his neck. "Cameron," he breathed out, a moan falling from his wet lips as he nipped his skin. His entire body shivered in pleasure, hands tangled up in his hair while he pressed his hips up, his hard cock pushing into his. Xavi made sure to make a mental note of him liking the sounds he made, meaning he wouldn't hold any of them back.

As Cameron's fingertips slipped beneath his shirt, he sucked in a breath and bit down his lower lip. Eyes pinned on him, watching for his reaction - needing to know what he thought of his body. "God.." Xavi's mind went completely blank. He could only stare up into Cameron's eyes, finally surrendering and giving in to all of those thoughts and fantasies he fought so hard against. "On top of me, yeah." he breathed out, tipping his head so Cameron had all the access to his neck. "Inside of me, too.' Xavi hummed, whining as their cocks brushed together and he rocked his hips to feel it again, and again. "Your hands around my throat, or your fingers in my mouth.. Fuck my mouth, eat me out, just-" His cheeks were so red right now, but he didn't care. "You'd spit in my mouth or make me watch you fuck me in front of a mirror.." Xavi's hands tightened in his hair, his lips trailing along the side of Cameron's face. "Everything." He let his hands travel down the other's chest, tugging at his shirt. "Please, Cam." - He whispered.

[hesgotnojams]

Cameron felt a surge of heat rush through his veins the moment the other man told him his desires. He had been playing it safe, keeping the kisses slow and the tension simmering because he didn't want to overwhelm him first time round, but hearing Xavi beg for things like throat-grabbing and mirror-fucking flipped a switch in his head. The hesitation vanished, replaced by a predatory hunger. He leaned back just enough to pull his own and Xavi's shirts off, tossing it aside without a second thought. With a fluid motion, Cameron stepped off the bed and shoved his pants and boxers down in one go, letting his erect cock spring free. He knew the talk around campus about how well endowed he was. Knowing Xavi was watching, Cameron wrapped his hand around the mid-shaft, giving himself a few slow, deliberate tugs. He groaned, his voice deep and gravelly, making sure the other man got a full view of exactly what was about to claim him.

"You got no idea what you just invited in, Xav," Cameron growled, his eyes dark with lust as his gaze dragged over him. “Turn around, ass up.” As Xavi complied, Cameron delivered a sharp, stinging slap to one of his cheeks, the sound echoing in the room as the skin flushed red. He leaned in, his breath hot against the sensitive skin, and licked a long, wet stripe from the base of his perineum right up to the entrance. He teased the rim first, swirling his tongue around it before suddenly thrusting inside, stretching the hole around him. His firm hands cupped his ass cheek, spreading him wider. Cameron moaned into his entrance as he moved methodically around the walls. Pulling back, he asked, “You like my tongue in your ass, Xav?” Words cocky and confident. He reached to lubricate his finger, sliding one in with ease, then a second, methodically working the muscles. He could feel every moment of the other man’s beneath him, the tight muscles slowly relaxing and molding around his fingers, prepping the way for something larger.

Once he felt Xavi was sufficiently prepped, Cameron pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it over his throbbing length, coating the latex in a generous amount of lube. He settled himself between his thighs, the heat radiating off the other boy's body making his head swim. "This virgin hole’s mine, babe," he said, punctuating the sentence with another firm slap to his ass. With a heavy groan, Came pushed forward, sliding his girth into the overwhelming heat. He gasped, the sheer pressure of the other man’s body gripping him like a vice despite the prep. He paused for a moment, letting Xavi adjust to the stretch. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight, Xav," he hissed, advancing slowly to let him accommodate around his full length. He then bottomed out completely with an exhale of contentment, palms outstretched onto lower back. His shirt was strewn beside him, and it gave Cameron an idea. Outstretched hand, he gripped Xavi’s curls and pushed his head into his pillow with some force. “Gimme your arms,” he commanded. He rolled the shirt up into some makeshift tie, wrapping it around Xav’s wrists behind his back. If he was gonna fuck the younger guy, he was gonna try to fulfill some of his dirty fantasies.

He didn't wait long before he started to move, his hand clamping firmly onto Xavi's hip to anchor him, the other holding onto his wrapped hands behind his back. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good boy,” he praised, noting to remember to take a mental image of the sweet innocent Xavi spread for him like this. “Bet you jerked off every night in here to the thought of bouncing on my cock, didn't you? Who knew virgin Xav was a cockslut?" He wrenched a hand forward, yanking his head back, as he jackhammered into him, the sound practically echoing off the four walls. “Answer me.”

[lovebvrns]

He was shifting from one foot to another, eyes moving anywhere but at Cameron as a million different scenarios went through his head. If Cameron wanted to, he could make a fool out of him in front of all their frat brothers. Xavi pretty much braced himself for that, feeling hot and cold at the same time and not really knowing what to do with himself until Cam called out his name. "Yeah?" His head shot up to meet Cameron's gaze almost instantly, big eyes peering back at his face. As he told him to breath, Xavi nodded slowly and took a few deep breaths. "I am," he mumbled. "I'm breathing." He was fine. Perfectly fine. Right?

Of course Xavi was about to argue with Cameron as the question of how much of an ass he thought he was, but Cam already told him not to answer. So Xavi closed his mouth again, lips pressing together. It felt good to hear that he wasn't going to tell anyone. And while Xavi didn't know if he could fully trust Cameron, he was kind of guy that usually only saw the good in people. So he would take Cameron's word and nod slowly. There was no denying about him searching it up. Cam caught him and he just shrugged very slowly. "Okay, yeah - If you say so. I'm sorry for lying about it." Because Cameron was the kind of guy that Xavi looked up to.

He usually hated that Cameron called him Xavi boy. But at the same time he was given some sort of nickname and it made him feel seen. Upon the confession that there weren't always just girls in his bedroom, his eyes widened a little and his cheeks felt hot once again. "I didn't know." But he wasn't surprised. Xavi thought that Cameron was the prettiest guy around campus, anyone would want a piece of him. As he moved close, Xavi let him and ran his tongue along his bottom lip - waiting. It can get a little like these videos. Holy shit. Xavi's cock twitched in his jeans and he cleared his throat, flashing him a small smile. "Oh, okay. Yeah, that's.. Good for you." What else was he supposed to say anyways? The way Cameron grabbed his chin made him let out a soft, uncontrollable sigh of pleasure. His gaze dropped to the others lips, wondering what they tasted like. "No, never." Xavi admitted, his voice quiet and eyes never leaving his as his fingers tucked away his phone.

To his surprise, Cameron was leaning in and he kept coming closer and his heartbeat only picked up. Xavi melted in the other's touch, answering Cameron's kiss and shuffling in a little closer while he did so. When their mouths parted, Xavi hummed into Cameron's, needing more. He could feel Cam's chest to his, Xavi's hands gently coming up to the back of his head. When Cameron pulled back, he opened his eyes and stared back at Cameron like he was hypnotized by the other. "No, Cam-" he breathed, gaze moving between his lips and his eyes again. "I do." Xavi's lips brushed against Cameron's. "I do think about you." - He confessed, fingertips gently running down to his chest. "You kissed me." Captain obvious. "Kiss me again." He mumbled. "Please."

[hesgotnojams]

Heat pooled lower in his stomach the second Xavi admitted it. Not just the shy little I do, but the way he said it against his mouth, all breath and nerves and want, like the confession had been building in the background. For once, Cameron didn’t have some smartass comment ready immediately. He was too caught on the feeling of Xavi’s chest brushing his, on the hands finding the back of his head, on that soft, needy hum that followed the kiss and the sweet voice asking for more.

“Yeah?” he murmured, lips still brushing Xavi’s, close enough that the word barely had room to exist between them. “You think about me?” He didn't give him a chance to answer, not yet. Cameron kissed him again instead, deeper this time but still slow and controlled, swallowing a groan of his own as he moved his lips against the other man’s. His hand moved to wrap around the back of his neck, finding purchase in dark curls, while the other settled at his hip, fingers curling there to pull him closer until their bodies pressed together properly. He could feel the way the other man’s body reacted, and fuck, that did something to him. The kiss stopped being about proving a point. Now Cameron just wanted him.

He kept it steady, letting Xavi follow without rushing him, mouth moving against his until the air between them turned thin and hot. When he finally guided him back, it was with a firm hand at his hip, walking him toward the bed without breaking away for more than a second. “Easy,” Cameron breathed against his mouth, though his voice had gone rougher. “I got you.” He followed him down, crawling over him with the same lazy confidence he carried everywhere else. One hand braced beside Xavi’s head while the other slid over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath his palm. He connected their lips again, then dragged his mouth along the corner of Xavi’s jaw, down to the warm skin of his neck. “Those noises you make…so, so hot,” he muttered, nipping lightly at his pulse point.

His lips pressed wet, unhurried kisses along the other man's neck while his hand slipped beneath his shirt, exploring the expanse of skin, not getting too greedy, moaning into Xavi's neck at the sensation of toned skin along his fingertips. He wanted Xavi flustered and breathless and wanting more, but also it was important that this was memorable for him and made him feel good.

Cameron lifted his head just enough to look at him, eyes darker now at he viewed the smaller man caged beneath him. “What did you think about when you thought of me, pretty boy?” he asked, mouth brushing against his neck again as he spoke. “On top of you like this?” He let his hips roll down in a slow, controlled manner, shuddering at the friction of his hardening cock against the other man’s. He searched his face, watching to see for any sign of this being too much. “Tell me.” He wanted to coax it out of the other man, to let him know what he was comfortable with.

[lovebvrns]

Xavi was a sensitive guy. He was pretty careful with what he said and who he said it to. Especially around his frat brothers. He had a few close friends and he liked the rest too but he didn't want them to treat him differently because of his sexuality. Or his fantasies. "It's not like I searched for it specifically, it just showed up. That's all." - He lied, the evidence pretty clear on the phone as it was literally what he searched for. He hated how quick Cameron was with his choice of words, that he had no problem being a bit mean to him. But in some way, it was kind of hot to. Xavi had always liked his confidence. It was attractive. He'd always had a tiny crush on the other, even when Cameron would care more about teasing him. It's not like Xavi usually cared. Every bit of attention from him had him feeling a bit special. Pathetic at that was.

When the grip on his phone loosened, Xavi pulled it from his hands. He sucked in a breath when Cameron came closer, big eyes glancing up at the taller male. "Cameron," he frowned at the question, a nervous and breathy laugh falling from his lips. "What? No, I don't think about you or anyone like that, that's crazy. They're actors, it's fake." He shook his head several times, his lips parting when he caught the other's gaze to his lips. The pink on his cheeks only darkened, eyes shifting from the floor and back up to Cameron. His head tipped a little back when Cameron came closer and guessed what the video was about. For a little while, Xavi remained quiet but then he just nodded slowly. Because that was exactly what the video was about. Why did he have to be so handsome? Xavi hummed softly at the other's nudge to his knee and he played with the phone between his hands. "It was a stupid video, Cam. I mean, yeah - it's hot but it's not real. It's a sick fantasy, it doesn't mean anything. And you're all inviting girls over all the time, not like you like guys." He wasn't really thinking about the words he was using, just trying to save his ass from making a fool out of him. Eyes lowered to Cameron's mouth and the way he tugged his lower lip between this teeth. It made him let out a soft, whiny sigh. "Please just don't tell anyone. I don't want anyone to think I'm some creep. I'm sure you do already and I'm sorry, okay? I'm not watching that shit again, I promise." Xavi assumed.

[hesgotnojams]

Cameron’s grin faltered for the first time since he had taken the phone. The nervous rambling, the apologies, the promise that he wouldn’t look at it again — it was funny at first, sure, but then it started sounding less like embarrassment and more like actual fear, as if Cameron had caught him doing something unforgivable. That tugged at something in him, annoying as it was. “Xavi,” he said, quieter now, though still with that same lazy confidence threaded through his voice. “Breathe.” He maintained his close proximity, close enough that Cameron could practically feel the panic jumping off him. “First of all, I’m not telling anybody.” His brows pulled together slightly, like the idea was almost insulting. “What kind of asshole do you think I am?” A moment passed, then he raised a single finger. “Okay, don’t answer that.”

His eyes flicked over Xavi’s face, taking in the flushed cheeks, the wide eyes, catching how the other guy looked at his lips. Cameron had always thought he was cute in that sweet, careful, painfully polite kind of way, but this painted him in a whole other light. The search history, the stammering, the way he looked like he wanted to disappear and be pulled closer at the same time — fuck, it was hot. Hotter than Cameron wanted to admit out loud. Still, the shame written all over Xavi’s face kept catching on something softer in him, tugging at places he usually preferred to ignore. “Second, you’re not a creep. You watched gay porn with BDSM and roleplay. Big deal.” A breath of amusement slipped out of him, but it was softer this time. “And you’re real bad at lying. You absolutely searched for it.”

He let that settle in the air for a second before adding lowly, “And third…” he took note of just how plump those pink lips of his really were. “You don’t know half of what I get up to after dark, Xavi boy.” His mouth curved again, slower this time. “Those aren’t always girls you hear coming from my room.” Cameron lifted his hand, fingers brushing lightly beneath Xavi’s chin, moving it up enough so their gazes met. “It can get a little like those videos.” His thumb shifted once beneath Xavi’s jaw, brown eyes dragging over his face with a curiosity that had stopped feeling like a joke. “Have you ever been fucked by another guy before?” he asked, voice slightly rougher. “Or even kissed?” He surely had experimented with men, but Cam didn't know how deep this shameful feeling went.

He didn't move away, instead, opted to close that last bit of distance between them and kissed him. His hand slid from beneath Xavi’s chin to the side of his face, palm warm against his cheek as his mouth pressed to his, slow at first, like he was making a point to Xavi that wanting this and more was completely fine. Only after a few seconds did he pull back, barely, his thumb brushing once near the corner of the other man's mouth. "Too bad you don't think about frat boys like me,” Cameron said, leaning in just enough that the words brushed warm between them.

[nouvelis]

minjun nods quietly, hearing mateo’s side of the story about how things aren’t serious with the woman, yet the simple words don’t provide him with any real reassurance or comfort. it gnaws at him, the toxic idea of mateo tangled up with someone else — even if he himself has never earned the rightful right to call the other his. but this rising possessiveness isn’t going to do him any good, he can easily tell, so he shouldn’t bring it up and ruin everything they have left. “ah, i just thought it’s probably better to stop if things were getting serious between you guys…” he tries to mask his tone to be as completely nonchalant as possible, but he has never been as good at lying as he truly wishes.

is this what i am to you — a habit that you can’t break? the heavy question hangs dangerously in the air, but minjun swallows it whole and shoves it down somewhere dark where it can never be heard. he knows mateo far too well — knows all about his tendency to avoid corporate labels and run away the second things become more overwhelming than originally intended. but that’s not what minjun wants, for mateo to avoid him entirely or for them to cut things off after an awkward talk that leads absolutely nowhere. “i’m fine with keeping things exactly as they are — if you are.” he lies smoothly again with another casual shrug, ignoring the bitter taste of jealousy resting on his tongue.

[hesgotnojams]

mateo studies the other man to gauge his reaction at the details of his new fling, noting the little shrug and the careful tone and the way minjun tries to make the whole thing sound easy. that’s the problem with knowing someone too well – eventually the silent gestures are louder than anything they say. “oh yeah?” he says, voice low, still trying for casual himself even though his eyes stay fixed on him. he lets out a quiet breath through his nose, not quite a laugh. “because it looks like you're doing that thing where you say you’re fine but look like you’re two secs from running out that door.”

he leans back against the couch, but he doesn’t move away, his knee brushing closer to minjun’s. “you’re a shitty liar,” mateo adds, softer now. “which is kinda funny, considering you’re annoyingly good at everything else.” normally, talking to the other man was easy, they could usually talk about anything – work, friends, whatever mess one of them had dragged home that week. even sleeping together hadn’t really changed that. if anything, it made it easier. it was as if crawling into each other’s beds was just another part of living together.

but this isn’t easy. this is minjun swallowing half the sentence before he speaks, pretending the words don’t taste bitter on the way out. his gaze drops briefly, then lifts back to the other man’s face, searching for the answer he knows he isn’t going to hand over willingly. “i’m not buying it. you say you're fine, but you don't look it.” he adjusts his thigh, letting it stay in contact with his. “so just… is that how you really feel?” the words feel foreign leaving his lips – confrontation. his gaze stays fixed on minjun’s face, watching for the flinch, the blink. “say i’m being an asshole or tell me you're not okay. or that you don't wanna do this.” he moves to stand, clearly uncomfortable with how honest he was being. “forget it. shit, sorry. if you’re good, i'm good. great, cool.” he’s not good at this, and maybe it's too much to tackle tonight.

[roleplayasksandmemes]

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[gifchive]

Heartbreak High (2022-2026) S2 E07 'The Grapes of Voss'

[mysteryoflovc]

"I was putting babies in you and shit." Link laughs against Sam's shoulder as he rolls his eyes. "You like it like that? Romantic and dirty?" Link knows that he does and so does he. "What if I want you in my lap on the train? A quickie in the elevator?" Link can't help the amusement that sparkles in his gaze picturing all the places he can shove Sam onto his knees. "So are you. Prettiest boy I ever seen. My boy." Link hums as he breathes in the smell of their sweat, their skin slicked together with every press. He could die happily like this pressed right up against Sam.

Their lips meet and Link sighs right into his mouth. "Very pleased with myself that I pleased you." He swipes his hand through the others come all over his stomach. He knows the rest it all over the couch and that'll be a problem for future Link. He brings his hand back up to squeeze Sam's throat, feeling pleased when the other's hand wraps around Link's wrist like he loves it. "I'm always jealous when it comes to you. Hate everyone looking at my big man." Link teases with a wide grin. Sam's groan is music to his ears as he glances down between where their bodies were connected. The mess they made.

Link goes easily if not a little wobbly on his shaky legs as he lets Sam tug him along. "Yes, bed." He murmurs and nods in agreement. They fall into bed and a deep sigh escapes him as Sam's leg presses over his own and he can't help but reach down and grasp at the meat of his thigh. "I love being right." Link laughs softly as he presses a kiss to Sam's head. "Do you feel better now admitting the truth? It'll set you free." Link wiggles his eyebrows obnoxiously. "Can't even look at me? C'mon baby be reasonable." Link laughs as he kisses his mouth sloppily. "Gunna have to be my secret service not lettin' no one look at me."

[hesgotnojams]

Sam lets out a groan and presses his face harder into Link’s shoulder. “You are never allowed to say the baby thing again,” he mutters, though the heat spreading across his face gives him away far too easily. He makes a low, pleased sound at the suggestion, mouth brushing lazily against the corner of Link’s jaw. “Romantic and dirty works for me,” he admits. “Elevator, train, some hallway where we’re definitely going to get caught.” The thought alone sends a warm, restless shiver through him, the idea of being careless and wanted and caught with his man making him press closer. “Go to a restaurant and suck you off in the bathroom before dessert arrives…” The claim of being Link’s boy doesn’t go amiss either, and Sam nuzzles further into him, flushed and content in their bubble.

His expression softens at the idea of Link being jealous, his grip around Link’s wrist loosening as he leans in close enough for their noses to brush. “You don’t need to be jealous,” he murmurs against his skin. “Nobody else gets looked at the way I look at you.” His mouth brushes Link’s before he adds against his lips, quieter now, “Only got eyes for you, idiot. And you always please me.” He knows he’s a mess, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not when Link is warm beneath him, calling him pretty, calling him his, reassuring him like Sam hadn’t spent the whole night acting impossible.

Sam huffs a laugh against Link’s mouth, unable to help it as he kisses him back, messy and loose. “I’d be hot in a suit,” he remarks, fingers moving lazily over Link’s chest, tracing idle shapes into damp skin while he adjusts the leg draped over him, settling heavier, closer, like he has every intention of staying there. “I’m kidding. People are allowed to look.” A pause follows, his mouth pressing into a faint pout. “That guy was just coming on strong.” Sam lifts his head enough to look at him properly, softer despite himself. “And I lost my shit about it, which again, I'm sorry I made it your problem. He leans in, pressing a slower kiss to the corner of Link’s mouth. “You are…too good to me, baby. Really. How did I get so lucky?”

[mysteryoflovc]

"You're a really hot fuckin' virgin." Link teases as he keeps himself tucked up behind Sam with a hand on his hip. Their bodies still connected and every little movement makes Link moan softly. He feels the familiar frenzied want start to simmer back into that gentle devotion. It's always buoying between the two. He nudges his nose along Sam's shoulder that's got a sheen of sweat just like his own skin. "Did you forget all about you know what?" Link raises a brow curiously as he closes his eyes before sliding his hand up from Sam's hip to wrap his fingers around his throat. "You're so pretty for me. Letting me come inside you like that when you were so mad at me. Not mad anymore cause you got exactly what you wanted." Link wanted it too. He always wants it. "It's only you for me Sammy boy. You don't need to get so pressed about blonde dudes. They're not my type." He reminds as he finally pulls out of him a gasp escaping him.

[hesgotnojams]

He hums in response, breathing still too uneven to respond with his mind still fuzzy at the edges as he descends from the come down. All he focuses on is Link’s body solid behind him, the slowed rolling of his hips earns soft moans as he revels in the tenderness, while he's limbless against the couch edge. Sam’s head tips back as those fingers curl around his throat, letting his back fall flush against the other man's chest, eyes falling shut momentarily while a low sound rumbles from deep in his throat. “For now,” he manages. “Might need a little more later before I completely forget if that's how you're going to fuck me. You are so sexy, fuck.” It was probably one of the best times they’d had sex.

The compliment causes a light pink to dust his cheek, the reassurance that Sam was his settles warmly beneath his ribs. He turns his head far enough to catch Link’s mouth with his own in a soft kiss, body flush. “Don’t sound so pleased with yourself,” he murmurs against his lips, though raises his hand to find Link's wrist to keep it resting against his neck. “You wanted me just as badly when you saw how jealous I got. I know your dick got hard out there.” He groans gently when Link pulls out, suddenly feeling a little bit emptier.

Sam’s legs are still shaky when he pushes himself up from the couch, though he pointedly ignores it. He catches Link by the wrist and tugs him toward the bedroom instead, muttering, “Bed, please?” He barely makes it to the bed before flopping down and dragging Link with him, immediately draping a leg over his hips and pressing close. One hand settles over his chest while Sam buries his face near his neck, breathing him in and leaving a few soft, absent kisses along his jaw. “I was being a jealous asshole,” he admits at last, the words muffled against Link’s skin. “There. I admit it.” His hand rests lightly on his bare chest, keeping him close as his voice softens. “I’m sorry for yelling. And for acting like I didn’t trust you.” Sam lifts his head just enough to meet his eyes, stubborn even now. “I do trust you. I just really don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”

[lovebvrns]

Xavi didn't react to him at first, uncomfortably shifting from one foot to another. "Cam, come on. Please just give it back." - He repeated. Once the phone lowered, he reached out again, whining at how tight Cameron's hand were locked around his phone. It made him let out a loud and deep sigh. "My sexual preference is none of your business, neither from any of the boys." Xavi snapped. He was still trying to get it back, head shaking several times. Hell no, he wasn't going to tell him what he'd enjoyed the most. But Cameron kept teasing him and Xavi felt too flustered, too ashamed to keep on fishing for his phone like that. "Just-" He rolled his eyes and stepped back, shrugging somewhat defeated. "The three frat brothers. With the toys and ropes and collars, some pledge, whatever I don't remember." He remembered very clearly because it was the last video he watched. Hand reached for Cameron's wrist and he used the other to tug the phone. "Happy now? You're such a fucking asshole."

[hesgotnojams]

“Don’t be so sensitive about it,” Cameron shot back, the grin on his face only widening as Xavi grew more flustered. “Just gotta know what our guys are getting up to, that's all. brotherhood, transparency – all that important shit.” He let out a small laugh when the other man gave in, but the second he heard three frat brothers, the sound broke into something louder and genuinely stunned. “No fucking way.” His eyebrows climbed as he looked Xavi over like he had suddenly become an entirely different person.

“Oh, I'm very happy,” he said, finally loosening his grip enough to let him wrench the phone free. It should be the end of it, but Cameron is far too curious to leave him alone now. He stepped forward, casually closing the space between them until he could look down at him with that infuriating grin. “Frat bros, like who, me?” he asked, dark eyes meeting similar ones, but not before glancing at the other man's lips. “Lemme guess - the vid had tying up one guy while the other two took turns?” He moved a bit closer, knocking the other man’s knee with one of his. “You wish we did that at your pledge, Xavi boy?” he said, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, staying in close proximity.

[softandwicked]

Test Muse: Sunwoo Open To: Top / Verse Plot: Your muse and Sunwoo hooked up the night before. In the middle of the night, your muse wakes from a nightmare and asks Sunwoo to help them feel better. Inspired by a scene in The Fall of the House of Usher Suggestions: Boyfriend, Roommate, Older Man, Professor, Hook-Up, Frat Bro, Open

Sunwoo immediately rolled over when he felt the other jolt awake beside him. "Hey, hey. You alright?" he asked softly, still half-asleep and dressed only in the briefs he'd fallen asleep in hours earlier. Concern coloring his face as he took in their uneven breathing, and without thinking, he reached over to brush a hand through their hair.

Bad dream?" he guessed quietly, shifting closer. The worry in his expression softened as the other looked over at him. A bulge growing between them under their blanket, a smirk now on Sunwoo's lips. "Seriously?" he said as they motioned toward his bulge. "Alright, if it makes you feel better." Sunwoo said, removing the blanket and slowly lowering himself to mouth over their cock through the thin fabric of their underwear.

[hesgotnojams]

Mateo's breathing was still uneven, chest rising too quickly despite Sunwoo’s comforting hand. For a few disorienting seconds, the dark fraternity bedroom felt too small, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to him even after he recognised the familiar mess of clothes on the floor and the warmth of another body beside his. “Yeah,” he muttered, dragging a hand over his face. “Something like that.” He didn’t offer anything more. Talking about it would make it real, and Mateo had always preferred pretending nothing could get beneath his skin, especially with a guy he was hooking up with.

His gaze caught on Sunwoo’s expression, concern, and it pulled uncomfortably on something beneath his ribs. Mateo didn't want to let the significance of that settle in his brain, luckily, there were easier things to focus on – Sunwoo half-naked in his bed, hair mussed from sleep. He could feel his dick swelling in his boxers already. His eyes dipped between them, mouth curving when Sunwoo noticed his semi-erect cock. “Can’t help it when there's a pretty boy in my bed,” he murmured, the sight of the other man pushing the blanket aside and lowering himself pulled the last of Mateo’s attention away from the nightmare. His fingers threaded lazily into the other man’s hair when lips touched his underwear, instinctively rolling into the movements. “Stop teasing and show me what that mouth can do, babe."

[lovebvrns]

open to m/nb.

connections. anything? frat brothers? roommates?

"It's not funny, give me back my phone." Xavi couldn't look at the other, cheeks colored a darker shade of red as the other listed his search history on some shady porn website he watched. He considered himself quite a vanilla guy but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy to watch some very twisted things when he was by himself. Hand reached for the other's hand, trying to take his phone again. "C'mon, please."

[hesgotnojams]

“Dude.” The word left him somewhere between a laugh and genuine disbelief, eyes flicking from the phone to Xavi’s rapidly reddening face. He lifted the device just out of reach when the other grabbed for it, eyebrows climbing higher as he scrolled. “No, hold on. You walk around acting like the human equivalent of missionary with the lights off, and this is what you’re watching when nobody’s home?”

Cameron's grin spread despite the bemusement written all over his face. He finally lowered the phone within Xavi’s reach, though his fingers remained curled stubbornly around it, leaving the other no choice but to lean closer and try to pry it from his hand. "I'm impressed. How long you been hiding this whole secret freaky stuff from the rest of us?" His gaze shifted from the hands crowded around the phone to Xavi’s face, amusement giving way to something more curious. “You’ve seriously been holding out on me, man.” He loosened his grip slightly, but not enough to surrender it, licking his lips. "Come on, man. At least tell me which one was your fave first."

[mndvx]