Synopsis: Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.
Warnings: general sex, sugar daddy related shenanigans, kinky sex, etc
AO3
- Part One
- Part Two
- Part Three
- Part Four
- Part Five
- Part Six
- Part Seven
- Part Eight
- Part Nine
- Part Ten
- Part Eleven
- Part Twelve
Here’s a (little late) birthday gift for @iamtrashforsin
This was also supposed to be a quick thing, and it just…it did not stop XD
Here's Chase and Henrik having a fun time;
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Chase chewed the inside of his cheek, standing at Henrik’s office door and resting a closed fist against it. He had meant to knock several minutes ago but hadn’t gotten the courage to do so. He wanted to talk with Henrik about some things they were both going through and wanted to discuss something they had done in the past.
It had just been a kiss.
Well, a makeout if one wanted to be more precise with the description of what had happened the last time Chase was in Henrik’s office.
They had both been talking and talking. Getting closer and closer, and it just happened.
And Chase hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. It played in his head over and over again. He was beginning to dream about it, and those dreams started to expand beyond the kissing, and those thoughts were getting Chase flustered anytime he was near Henrik.
He needed to talk to Henrik directly about this.
“Fuck it.” Chase took hold of the door handle instead and walked into the office.
“Oh! Hello, Chase.” Henrik was sitting at his desk, not expecting visitors, let alone Chase, to stroll in unannounced.
“Hey…Hen…” Chase cringed at himself at how awkward that came out.
“Is everything alright?” Henrik asked.
“We made out the last time I was in here.” Chase blurted out.
“Yes, we did.”
“We talked about our divorces and said we felt lonely, and then we made out.”
“That is how it went.” Henrik watched Chase pace as he stood up, pushed his chair in, and walked over to Chase. “Are you alright?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it, dude,” Chase confessed, and then his confession turned into word vomit. “Like I can’t get it out of my head, and I want to do it again and maybe more, but I don’t think you’d want to with everything you’re going through, and I don’t want to be selfish in asking you for that, but God was just the make out amazing, and I can’t imagine what-” He froze and felt his face go warm with a bright blush. “I said…a lot.”
“If you want to make out again, I will not complain.” Henrik had a hint of his own blush but was trying to play it off like he was calm and collected.
“Wait-really?” Chase wasn’t sure what response he expected but got thrown off regardless.
“I mean, I enjoyed myself as well, and it’s been in my thoughts to do it-” Henrik didn’t finish before Chase held his face and kissed him. Chase was more desperate to feel Henrik again than he thought. Henrik was the same, and his hands went straight to Chase’s waist, pulling him so their bodies pressed together.
Chase let himself melt into the kiss, having one hand slid to the back of Henrik’s head, running his fingers through Henrik’s hair as the other took his hat off and sat it on the desk, not needing it in the way as he happily opened his mouth when Henrik nipped at his lower lip. He swore he could kiss Henrik forever, feeling his hands slowly sliding up his back, then back down to his hips, and how everything filled his body with a pleasant warmth; it was everything he needed after how much of a shitshow the past few months had been.
“Chase?” Henrik breathed.
“Yeah?”
“You had…You had mentioned the thoughts of wanting to do more?”
“Y-Yeah?” Chase swallowed, eyes glancing down Henrik’s body.
“Shall we?”
“Fucking, please.”
“Finally.” Henrik took Chase’s hand and guided him through the door that connected the office to the check-up room.
He led Chase to lay back on the examination chair. While a bed would likely be best for their first time together, it was clear they were both too impatient to wait. Chase pulling him down into another kiss proved his assumption, and Henrik gladly returned the kiss, hands slipping under Chase’s shirt and pushing it up, feeling the skin as he exposed more and more of it. Henrik leaned back when Chase suddenly sat up and slipped his shirt off, tossing it aside and then catching him in another kiss and tugging at Henrik’s shirt.
“So much for slowly undressing each other.” Henrik chuckled, getting his shirt off and chuckling more when Chase ran his hands down his stomach.
“Next time,” Chase said, starting to undo Henrik’s belt.
“Next time?” Henrik grinned and caught Chase’s hands by the wrist, moving them up and pinning them down to the chair. He was becoming more thankful that he splurged to get several chairs of varying sizes. This one gave him plenty of room to work with. “Already planning on doing this again?”
“Too hopeful?” Chase said with a nervous chuckle.
“Not at all.” Henrik caught Chase in a kiss and worked on getting his pants and boxers off, chuckling a little when Chase was more than eager to help. He also wasn’t surprised when Chase was quick to get himself out of his clothing, too, and it was only a few moments before they were both naked and still kissing, hands squeezing and feeling any part of skin they could reach.
“H-Hen~” Chase couldn’t help the moan that came out when Henrik started nipping at his neck, and his hand went between them and wrapped around his cock. Henrik took the moan as a sign to keep going, and he couldn’t resist sucking a hickie on Chase’s skin as he worked his hand faster. “Fucking hell, Henrik~” Chase had waited too long for this. He should have gone to Henrik for this as soon as his thoughts started going dirty. “W-Wait-”
“Too much?” Henrik immediately pulled away.
“You were gonna make me cum in record time, man.” Chase softly laughed.
“Is that not a good thing?”
“I mean, yeah, but I want to…um…do more-uh-fun stuff.”
“Fun stuff? You mean pene-”
“Yes, I mean that.” Chase wasn’t sure why he got embarrassed at the idea of it getting vocalized that he wanted to be fucked. He guessed it had to do with this being the first time he had asked another person to do it. Toys only did so much.
“Cumming might help you relax for that some more,” Henrik suggested.
“Well, the thing is…I might already have done that today.” Chase was hard, naked, lying on an examination chair and admitting that he had jerked off before visiting his friend. He felt like he could explode with how strong his blush was. “And it involved a-uh-” He cleared his throat, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “-it involved a dildo.”
“Oh.”
“S-Sorry. Was that too weird to say? I just figured you’d want to know that I’m, like, that I’m all good and-” Chase’s anxious rambling was stopped by Henrik kissing him. He adjusted his hips when Henrik grabbed his legs, moving them so he could rut against his ass, and Chase could feel that Henrik was just as hard as him. “I’m taking that as a no?”
“Not at all~” Henrik practically sang his comment, kissing Chase’s chest a few times. “And it comforts me in knowing I will not hurt you.”
“C-Cool.” Chase licked his lips as Henrik pulled away.
“One moment.” Henrik was half off of the chair as he reached over into one of the many cabinets of the room, opening the top drawer and pulling out a small bottle. “Lube.” He explained when Chase gave him a confused look.
“Why do you have that in there?” Chase asked, letting himself get moved again so he was flat on his back with his legs resting on Henrik’s shoulders. “Do you, like, fuck in here a lot?”
“Examinations,” Henrik said as his explanation while he opened the bottle and emptied the contents onto his palm.
“What are you-oh!” Chase finally got it, and he started laughing at himself. “Duh!” Henrik softly laughed with him, leaning over Chase’s body, getting his legs to bend a bit as he slowly coated his cock with the lube. He pressed a hand against the chair next to Chase’s head and smiled down at him.
“You are adorable.”
“I-I’m-uh…I’m-” Chase felt that comment go right through him, and the sight of Henrik playing with himself while looking at him and having pure adoration in his eyes made him almost cum right then and there. “Thanks?” He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad when that got Henrik to laugh some more. Henrik chuckled and kissed Chase’s leg, gently beginning to push in, just getting the tip in before pausing.
“That’s different.” Chase breathed out, knowing he needed to remain relaxed. It always made the toys go in better, and he assumed it was the same with the real thing.
“Good different or bad different?”
“Good? I mean-I’m not sure yet since we’ve barely started, but you can keep going.”
“Just let me know, okay?” Henrik rubbed at Chase’s thigh as he continued to push in, taking his time and keeping an eye on Chase’s face.
He watched how Chase tilted his head back and let out a heavy breath. His thoughts wondered for a moment about how Chase could do this, considering this was likely his first time with another man, how he likely had fucked himself plenty of times with toys, maybe even ones bigger than himself, so he was perfectly fine. Henrik thickly swallowed at those thoughts, making it harder to maintain his control, and he decided to nip at Chase’s leg to help with that, keeping himself still otherwise when he was fully in.
“Damn, this feels better when someone else does it.” Chase needed the silence in the air to break.
“I am glad to hear you think that.” Henrik placed his other hand on Chase’s hip, rubbing his thumb against it. “Tell me when you are ready for me to move.”
“I think I’ve read somewhere that it’s like a kink to not move. Something warming or holding or whatever.”
“Are you telling me that you want to do that? I do not have appointments for a while today, so we could-”
“I was just rambling, sorry.” Chase rested his hands on top of his head.
“There is no need to apologize. You are nervous.” Henrik stated.
“Y-Yeah…could you-uh-could you start moving? I don’t think I’m built for that not moving stuff because I’m already feeling like I need more.” Chase turned his head away when he said that, trying to hide his ever-growing blush.
“Of course.” Henrik adjusted a little before slowly pulling most of the way out and then pushing it back in. He stayed to that slow pace, letting out a pleasured breath as Chase did the same, panting slightly more than the other.
“You can go…you can go faster and-and harder.” Telling Henrik what he wanted still gave Chase that anxious fluttering in his chest. Henrik nodded and tightened his hold on Chase’s thigh and hip, thrusting a little stronger, loving how Chase’s body moved with him. “F-Fuck~” Chase moaned louder than he thought he would.
“That is the goal.” Henrik joked and softly groaned, finding another rhythm to keep at, ending up going a bit faster at Chase’s next moan.
“You’re-You’re fucking me like-like you’ve wanted to for a long time.” Chase tried to tease, moving his hands so one rested on his own chest and the other went out to feel Henrik’s.
“Oh, I have. I have for a very long time.” Henrik confessed. “I have watched you walk down the hall, and my eyes can not help but go to the way your hips move, how the curve of your body is almost sinful to look at. My heart and mind argue often between kissing you until you can not breathe and fucking you until you can not think. You are stunning, Chase Brody.”
“Shit, shit, shit! Holy fuck~!” Chase cursed as his back arched, and he ended up cumming. The words, the praise, it was all too much for him to last. He had to take a few breaths, shivering when Henrik pulled out. “W-Wait, you didn’t get to-”
“I will be fine. I have a hand, after all.” Henrik chuckled, lowering Chase’s legs.
“I want more.” Chase sat up and flipped over, putting himself on his knees and sticking his ass up in the air. He remembered seeing this being done in the porn he’s watched, and when his mind wandered to himself and Henrik, he always felt weak in the legs thinking about having them like this. “Fuck me more, Hen.”
“I-” Henrik had to grip the edge of the chair, resisting the urge to just ruin the man in front of him. Chase might be new at this, but he clearly did some research or at least was one hell of a natural. “Are you-” Henrik swallowed. “-Are you sure?”
“Please, please, Hen,” Chase pleaded. Henrik gave in and crawled over Chase’s body, kissing between his shoulder blades while pushing himself back in, hearing the heavy breath Chase let out from that.
“I can not believe I waited so long for this,” Henrik said as he started rolling his hips.
“Fucking, same.” Chase’s hands slid across the plastic-like fabric and soon found himself loosely hugging the chair’s headrest.
“Well, there were some things in the way, with the exes and-”
“Please don’t mention our divorces with your dick in my ass.”
“Oh…sorry.” Henrik paused his movements.
“Please just fuck me, I don’t want to think.” Chase rocked himself back against Henrik. “I won’t break.”
“I can do that.” Henrik went back to moving his hips, still keeping to the slower pace as he tucked a hand under Chase to stroke his cock again as his other hand went to his shoulder.
“Fuck~” Chase moaned, trying to spread his legs apart more but not having room on the chair without them falling off the sides. He was forced to stay how he was, and something about having to stay still while Hernik fucked him sent a new shiver of pleasure down his back. “More, Hen, more,” Henrik gripped Chase’s shoulder harder to start pulling him back into his thrusts, picking up the pace and having to plant a foot down on the ground to help keep his balance. Chase hugged the headrest tightly and dug his nails into the chair. “Oh, fuck, like that~!”
“You feel so good, Chase~” Henrik praised, looking at Chase’s body. He was weak for the view he had, watching Chase bounce off of his hips again, but this time seeing the curve of his back. That curve, just the shape of everything was perfect to Henrik. He’d heard the phrase ‘dad bod’ to describe Chase’s looks, but all Henrik knew was that he could hold onto him forever and never tire of feeling every bit of him. Henrik’s spent just as long as Chase fantasizing about this, and it was better than he had dreamed.
“God, I…fuck.” Chase could feel the sweat dripping down his back and forehead, feeling the urge to cry out again, but he bit his lip to muffle it instead.
“I want to hear you, please.” Henrik was becoming a mess as well. “Do not hold back. I like hearing your moans and your voice. It is so lovely.”
“I’m gonna-I’m gonna cum again, Hen.” Chase wanted to know why hearing such nice things made his entire being puddle, but he didn’t care to figure out that at the moment. He just wanted to keep feeling good.
“Go on…cum for me…I am close, too.” Henrik panted, his hips losing their rhythm and getting sloppier and sloppier.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck~!” Chase’s last curse was a loud moan, cumming with a gasp and clinging to the chair for dear life as his eyes rolled back. Henrik fucked him through his high and was soon cumming as well, biting into Chase’s shoulder and groaning low in his throat. Chase tensed up at the bite and the feeling of Henrik cumming inside him, and he let himself go limp, only able to stay on the chair due to Henrik holding him.
“I…I left some teeth…teeth marks.” Henrik said between little gasps of air.
“Cool.” Chase hummed, completely unbothered by it.
“Are you okay?” Henrik pulled out and saw how Chase was staring off at nothing.
“So okay.” Chase happily embraced the bit of a warm fog in his head. Could he get up and move on? Yes. But he wanted to just be in the moment and stay calm.
“Good news is that there is a bathtub in that room over there.” Henrik gestured with his head even if Chase wasn’t looking at him. “I am going to pick you up and carry you, okay?”
“If you can.” Chase giggled.
“Oh, hush.” Henrik chuckled and crawled off the chair before scooping Chase up much easier than expected.
“The good doctor’s got some muscle,” Chase commented with another giggle.
“I need at least some to deal with all of you. Giving Jackie medicine is a workout alone.” Henrik carried Chase to the fairly large bathroom, using his hip to close the door behind them the best he could.
“Jackie’s not scared of anything except for liquid medicine.” Chase softly laughed while being placed in the tub.
“It does not have the greatest flavor,” Henrik stated as he turned the water on, letting it run for a few moments until it was warm enough, and then plugged the drain.
“That’s fair. I just pretend I’m taking a shot, and it goes smoothly.” Chase grunted as he sat up and moved forward so Henrik could squeeze in behind him. “Gotta have a chaser with it, too.”
“What do you chase medicine with?” Henrik asked, reaching up to grab the soap bottles to sit them on the edge of the tub.
“Same thing you chase booze with. Soda, juice, whatever you can drink quickly to get the taste out.” Chase leaned back when Henrik stopped moving, resting against his chest.
“You can drink soda fast?” Henrik started massaging Chase’s shoulders.
“Like Sprite or those lemon-lime sodas. Tried with Pepsi one, and shit came back up through my nose.”
“That sounds painful.”
“It was something.” Chase closed his eyes, hands rubbing at Henrik’s legs. “You’re the best, Hen.”
“I try.” Henrik pressed his nose to the top of Chase’s head. “Chase…is this going to just be a one-time thing?” He knew this wasn’t the time to ask, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Do you…Do you want it to be?” Chase opened his eyes back up, tilting his head more to try to look at Henrik.
“No…but I know that it may be too soon and-”
“How about we play it by ear? Just go with the flow for now?”
“Go with the flow?” Henrik asked.
“Yeah, like, don’t give it a title and just see how it goes? If we just fuck, then we just fuck. If we want to kiss and hold hands and all that, then we do. No worries of having to be a certain way because of what we call it, just…being whatever we want until we decide what we want?” Chase liked being with Henrik, physically and emotionally. He liked how Henrik spoke to him, was willing to listen, and…well he also liked the way he fucked him, so he was happy to at least have something.
“That…That sounds good. No title. Just…just us.” Henrik hugged Chase around the chest.
“Yep, and I’m making you buy me dinner before you fuck me again.” Chase’s joke got Henrik to break out into a laugh.
“I will buy you some food after we finish cleaning up.”
JJ’s giggle echoed in Wilford’s head as his hands rubbed and squeezed at his chest. Wilford’s own hands were running up and down JJ’s sides. They were both naked and lounging together in their bed, having given up on the day and clothing that afternoon, enjoying each other’s bodies with light touches that began to get heavier and heavier.
“You are having too much fun there, blueberry.” Wilford chuckled.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” JJ pursed his lips before they broke into a smile and another giggle. “How could I not?”
“That’s fair. I’m having my fun as well.” Wilford casually squeezed JJ’s ass. He adored how that got JJ to take in a little gasp and lean back toward his hands. “Maybe I should have some more of it~” Wilford held JJ’s cheeks apart, and, using a bit of power beyond understanding, JJ was soon shivering as he felt something cold slowly dripping down his ass.
“Please, do.” JJ knew what was happening and what Wilford was planning. His husband loved using his hands when it came to him, and he loved it just as much. Wilford softly laughed, pressing one of his hands to JJ’s back and guiding him down into a kiss. JJ leaned into the kiss, eagerly spreading his legs and arching his back when he felt Wilford rubbing a finger against his hole. He then nipped at Wilford’s lower lip in a silent demand.
“Is someone being impatient?” Wilford teased.
“Yes.” JJ bluntly stated and rolled his hips back. “I said please.” He added with a little fake whine.
“I couldn’t resist having a little more fun before getting to the real fun.” Wilford winked, kissing along JJ’s jaw as he slowly pushed his finger in, taking his time getting it all of the way in and then stopping his hand.
“Wilfy, I need more,” JJ’s whine was a proper one this time. “I’m used to something so much bigger~” He took in a sharp breath when that comment got Wilford to hug him tightly and push a second finger in.
“I know you are. You’re used to being so full, aren’t you?” Wilford was nearly growling as he started to pump his fingers, having a slight curve to them. He had JJ’s body fully memorized, knowing how to work him over like it was second nature.
“Y-Yes~” JJ stammered, hugging his arms around Wilford’s torso as he kept the arch to his back. “You always have me-have me so full.” He panted as Wilford’s fingers alone were thick enough to brush against every perfect spot inside of him. JJ wasn’t afraid to admit that he adored Wilford being larger than him. How his body easily covered his own.
“And I love filling you up in every way I can.” Wilford slipped his other hand between himself and JJ. “I just love making you feel so good.” He purred as his fingers worked faster, and he wrapped his hand around JJ’s leaking cock, grinning when that got another sharp inhale.
“You always do such-such a good job at-at making me feel good.” JJ’s voice struggled to project as he rocked his hips between Wilford’s hands, melting into the attention and affection he was getting on both sides.
“I know.” Wilford playfully hummed, adjusting the speed and timing of his hands and licking his lips when he heard a little squeak come from JJ.
There it was.
JJ couldn’t speak, but he could make a squeaking-like noise, and it only came out when he was too gone to focus. Wilford always felt a rush of pride when he heard that sound and kept his hands doing the same thing he had done to get the squeak.
“W-Wil-Wilfy~” JJ’s voice was a mess as his brain and body went the same route. Each movement was perfection and sent wave after wave of pleasure down his back, getting him to squeak some more and curl his toes. He tucked his face into the crook of Wilford’s neck, breathing heavily against his skin, and soon, his hands were digging his fingers into Wilford’s back.
“Go on, cum for me~” Wilford dragged his tongue across JJ’s shoulder, and with one more, much louder squeak, JJ was tensing up and cumming on Wilford’s stomach. “There you go, blueberry.” He said as he pulled both hands away.
“I want more.” JJ’s voice sounded somewhat even, but he was panting as he sat up a little. “I want so much more.” He adjusted his hips and then rutted them against Wilford’s lap, feeling how hard this had gotten him.
“I can do that.” Wilford flipped JJ to his back, settling himself between his legs. “I can definitely do that~”
I stole an idea from @iamtrashforsin
Enjoy some Darkstache smut.
Summary: Dark and Wilford have been officially dating for a while and after months and months of getting close but never close enough the tension finally breaks and Dark learns how to finally let go and have Wilford take control
Take Control
Wilford sat on the edge of his bed, and a moment later, Dark was next to him. He could feel the awkwardness in the air and knew this was a long time coming. Months of dirty jokes, little flirts, and touches that went on much longer than they needed to. Wilford had been dying to have Dark in his bed. To finally break the weird tension between them, but he held back. He waited until Dark made it clear he wanted the same, and when, not even five minutes ago, Dark came up to him after a meeting and asked to meet in his bedroom, Wilford nearly ran for it.
And now they were kind of just-
There.
Wilford could tell Dark was hesitating. Maybe he wasn’t sure how to get this all started. All of this was vastly different than what either of them had done in the past. Well, more for Dark than Wilford. Dark was far from a virgin, but he wasn’t as open as Wilford. Maybe he just needed a little help, a little confidence boost. A confirmation Wilford also wanted this.
“Darkling?” Wilford pressed his hand against the bed behind Dark, leaning toward him. “Do you-” He didn’t finish when Dark suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into a kiss.
Apparently, he just needed some time.
Wilford usually went with the flow of his partner, and with this being their first time, he was more than willing to let Dark take the lead. He knew Dark liked to have control as well. However, he did take hold of Dark’s tie and guided him to move more to the center of the bed. Wilford wanted to be able to lay back against the pillows and found Dark straddling one of his legs.
“Finally,” Wilford said as Dark slipped his suspenders off his shoulders.
“Sorry for it taking so long.” Dark softly chuckled, now working on the buttons of Wilford’s shirt. Of course, this had to be one of his ‘fully clothed’ days, so it took longer to get naked.
“Don’t you be sorry, buttercup.” Wilford’s chuckle was much louder, deciding to allow himself some impatience, and he tore open his shirt the rest of the way, sitting up enough to get it off his arms and tossing it aside. “I would have waited an eternity for you.” He laid himself back down so Dark could freely run his hands along his chest.
“Get too cheesy on me, and I'll change my mind.” Dark teased, leaning up enough to remove his tie and blazer and untucked his shirt.
“I don’t think you will.” Wilford watched Dark’s hands, grin growing more and more as he saw more of Dark’s skin. Has Wilford seen Dark naked before? Yes. But this was different, very different. He waited until the shirt was gone and then spoke again. “Or at least, I hope you won’t, because-” Wilford placed his hands on Dark’s shoulders and pulled him down to whisper into his ear. “-I have waited a long time to fuck you.”
“Shit~” Dark couldn’t stop his gasp and felt a shiver travel down his back, his hands returning to Wilford’s chest. Wilford noticed there was a moment of Dark seeming to be more submissive. There was a bit of a blush on his face, and he appeared to be lightly panting. But that moment was gone when Dark shook his head and nipped at Wilford’s neck instead. His hands slid down, and he worked on undoing his pants.
“Mark me up, Darkling~” Wilford placed a hand on the back of Dark’s head, tilting his neck, and used his other hand to help tug down his pants and briefs. “O-Oh, right to the point~”
“I couldn’t help myself.” Dark breathed out, his hand slowly pumping Wilford’s cock. Neither were shocked by how quickly Wilford got fully hard. Dark also couldn’t help staring down and licking his lips at the sight. “Fuck.” He cursed and returned to biting and sucking at Wilford’s neck and chest. Wilford did say to mark him up, and Dark would take advantage of that.
Everyone was going to know that Wilford was his.
“A little faster and tighter there.” Wilford put his hand over Dark’s, guiding him a bit before moaning low in his throat. “Just like that. Good boy~”
“Wil~” Dark’s own moan at the praise came out unexpectedly. Wilford’s grin was almost wicked. He knew damn well what happened.
“Don’t stop. You’re doing so well, so perfect~” Wilford kept his hand on Dark’s to keep it going. “I’ve wanted your hands on me like this for so long, and it feels amazing.” Another moan came from Dark, and Wilford chuckled at feeling Dark biting down on him to hide it.
At the beginning, Wilford had assumed Dark would take the lead, to top and all that, but something was telling him that wasn’t the case, or at least it was different when it came to him. Maybe with them knowing each other for so long, and after everything they’ve been through, Dark felt comfortable enough to be more vulnerable, but he consciously couldn’t let it happen. Wilford likely needed to give him a little nudge and make it so they both had as much fun as possible.
“Let’s finish undressing, and I have a suggestion.” Wilford guided Dark’s hand away and kicked the rest of his clothing off him.
“Okay.” Dark went along with what Wilford said, desperate to get out of his clothing, and groaned in relief when his aching cock was freed. “Now, what is this suggestion of yours?” He asked, having the final bits of clothing join the others on the floor.
“Perhaps you could ride me?” Wilford saw Dark look away. “Or I could ride you if that’s too much-”
“I can do it.” Dark looked back at Wilford with a deeper shade to his cheeks. “I…I want to.”
“And I know you’ll be perfect at it.” Wilford leaned his back against the bedframe and pulled Dark over to sit in his lap.
“Oh, hush.” Dark made Wilford stop talking by kissing him, hands going to the back of his head and neck to hold Wilford’s face close.
Wilford happily kissed back, and his hands went to Dark’s waist. He asked Dark to open his mouth by swiping his tongue over his lips, and he tilted his head when Dark did just that. The hold on his head and hair tightened when he made the kiss messier. Wilford slid his hands down to Dark’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze and chuckling at the gasp that came out of Dark.
“Were you not ready for that?” Wilford lightly teased. He continued squeezing and tugging at Dark’s ass, clearly enjoying himself.
“Maybe.” Dark tried to banter back, but he was too focused on rolling his hips against Wilford’s hands.
“How about this?” Wilford gripped hard enough for him to move Dark closer. He kept that hold, encouraging Dark to roll his hips again as he rocked his own, causing their cocks to grind against each other. “Were you ready for this?”
“May-Maybe.” Dark panted, pressing his forehead to Wilford’s.
“You’re lying, Darkling~” Wilford chuckled with a pleasure-filled breath. “You always were a bad liar when it came to me.”
“I try.” Dark gave a cheeky smile and caught Wilford in another kiss, groaning when Wilford brought them back to the messy kissing. Dark usually wasn’t one for this. He didn’t really kiss a lot before he started dating Wilford. It was too personal, too close, but with him, it always felt so good.
It was almost freeing to kiss without worry and made him feel a little playful, nipping at Wilford’s bottom lip and getting a little rush at the sound he got in return. Their hips rolled faster and harder, making the kiss almost addicting.
But eventually, Wilford did pull away, hands pausing to just casually hold Dark’s ass. He kissed Dark’s neck a few times and snapped his fingers; a bottle of lube appeared in his hand with a hint of something fruity left in the air.
“Have you ever bottomed?” Wilford asked.
“For a person? No. But I’ve…” Dark cleared his throat, and the deeper shade of gray returning on his face told Wilford he was embarrassed about what he would confess. “I’ve had my fair share of using toys that way, and before you ask, yes, they’ve been as big as you. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times, and again, I’ve seen you fully erect because you have no shame, so I have…” Another throat clearing. “I have gone out of my way to ensure they were your size.”
“That’s hot.”
“It’s not hot,” Dark grunted and tucked his face away into the crook of Wilford’s neck.
“It’s really fucking hot~” Wilford nearly growled into Dark’s ear, able to feel the shiver that went through his body. “You fucking yourself on a toy, thinking of me.” He popped open the lube bottle. “I bet you looked amazing like that. And I’m about to be blessed with seeing you riding the real thing.”
“Hurry up, or I’ll change my mind.” Dark tried to sound firm, but any harshness in his voice meant nothing when a soft whine followed as Wilford started rubbing a lube-coated finger against him.
“Have a little patience, Darkling. Let me at least get some wet stuff on us first.” Wilford chuckled.
He debated with himself for a moment as he continued rubbing his finger against Dark, loving the little moan he got from still rolling his hips. He was tempted to keep teasing but decided against it since it was their first time together like this and would save that type of fun for a later time. He also knew there would be plenty of other times after this. There was no way either of them could resist after finally breaking the seal.
“Alright, let’s prepare for the main event, shall we?” Wilford pulled his hand away to pour more lube on his palm. “Now, don’t pout.” He held Dark’s hips with his other hand to keep him still.
“I don’t pout,” Dark said with a pout he would aggressively deny if mentioned.
“Of course.” Wilford teased playfully before letting out a pleasure-filled sigh, slowly stroking himself to cover his cock with lube. He smirked at seeing Dark taking a sharp breath from watching Wilford work himself over. That was also something to remember for a later time. “Need anything, or can you handle it as is?”
“I can handle it.” Dark put his hands on Wilford’s shoulder and went up on his knees to hover over Wilford’s lap.
“I bet you can.” Wilford lined himself up and groaned as Dark started sinking down. “You’re going to take me so well~” He purred his praise.
“Sh-Shit.” Dark cursed under his breath, the words going right through him as he felt himself slowly stretching open. His previous private time has made him discover how much he loved this, how thrilling it was being full like this, and Wilford was at that perfect size. Not too much that it hurt beyond the pleasure but big enough that he could feel it rubbing against every spot inside him.
“There we go, we all good?” Wilford asked, both hands on Dark’s thighs with his thumbs rubbing against his hips.
“Very. Just give me a moment.” Dark rested his forehead on Wilford’s.
“Take your time. I want this to feel as good as possible for you.” Wilford started massaging Dark’s thighs. He hummed happily at Dark kissing him, his hands slowly sliding to return to Dark’s ass. Dark chuckled into the kiss at being squeezed once more.
“I can’t wait anymore,” Dark said under his breath, lifting himself slightly. A low groan came out of both of them as Dark started to lower himself back down and then back up, and he followed this painfully slow pattern. “Fuck~”
“Isn’t this a lovely sight?” Wilford’s hands went to the sides of Dark’s stomach, eyes down and a grin on his lips. “You certainly know how to move those hips of yours.” He continued his praise and felt Dark gripping him tighter, and his hips rolled more as he started bouncing faster.
“Wil~” Dark took his hands off Wilford’s shoulders, running them down his arms and resting them on Wilford’s.
“Would you like some help?” Wilford offered, adjusting his legs a bit.
“Y-Yes.” Dark nodded his head before having it tilt back, body arching in the most delicious way.
“Gladly~” Wilford gripped Dark’s sides and bucked his hips up.
“Oh, God.” Dark closed his eyes.
“Wilford’s just fine.” Wilford’s chuckle was breathy, letting himself get a little lost in the pleasure with Dark.
“Not…Not funny.” Dark didn’t bother opening his eyes to glare at Wilford and instead focused on using his body to try to nudge Wilford into moving faster with him.
“Alright, I’m not funny, but you are perfect~.” Wilford tightened his hold more, catching on to Dark’s silent ask.
“Wilford, please,” Dark whined, and that went right through Wilford. Dark wasn’t one to ask for things, let alone beg. Wilford was now dying to hear more.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Wilford couldn't hide the eagerness in his voice. He used the stronger hold on Dark’s side to pull him down faster and harder, thrusting his hips up to match. Dark let out a low moan and leaned forward, pressing his hands to Wilford’s chest. The change of angle got another moan out of him.
“Fuck, Wil, fuck~” Dark closed his eyes and panted, trying to keep up with Wilford and digging his nails into his chest as everything started to feel better and better. The real thing was like heaven compared to his imagination and toys. “Sh-Shit.” He began struggling to move, unable to believe he was about to cum already. But he could feel it building up, and Wilford could tell by the change in breathing and Dark’s rhythm.
“Go on, Darkling. Cum for me~” Wilford felt a rush when Dark obeyed without a thought. His eyes rolled, and he tensed up, cumming on Wilford’s stomach and chest. “Now, that was gorgeous.”
“Pl-Please don’t stop. I need more.” Dark pleaded, too weak in his legs to continue bouncing. “W-Wilford, Wil, please~” That got Wilford to flip them over.
“Oh, my dear, sweet, Darkling~” Wilford wrapped his arms around Dark’s waist, hugging him tightly against his body, and eagerly thrusted into him, neither caring about the mess between them and Wilford now being determined to add to it. “You sound so lovely when you beg for me.” He nipped at Dark’s neck, fucking him hard enough that he let out little gasps at each sharp movement of his hips.
“Wil, keep going, keep going~” Dark clung to Wilford with his arms, and his legs hugged his sides tightly. He discovered he loved how Wilford kept his hold on him, pinning him with his body and grip. Dark was so weak for how he could just give up control and let Wilford take care of him.
“I’m going to make you cum again so soon~” Wilford growled his plans into Dark’s ear. “You’re going to cry my name, and then I’m going to fill you up~” He slipped a hand between them and started stroking Dark to match his thrusts.
“Sh-Shit, shit, shit~” Dark tucked his face into the crook of Wilford’s neck and then moaned loudly as another strong wave of pleasure hit him.
“Good boy, don’t hold back. Let it all out~” Wilford praised and earned another one of those lovely moans. He could listen to Dark make these noises for the rest of time, but he knew Dark wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would he.
“Wilford, Wilford, please, please, pl-” The rest of Dark’s rambles got cut off as he saw stars and was cumming once more. “Wil!” He cried out loud enough the room almost felt like it shook. Wilford bit down on Dark’s shoulder, muffling his grunt and cumming himself. Dark barely reacted to the bit and only kept a hold on Wilford, using the warmth of his body to keep himself somewhat grounded. Wilford took a few moments to catch his breath before prying his teeth away and smiling at Dark, seeing how he was staring off at nothing.
“How are we feeling, Darkling?” Wilford watched as Dark slowly moved his eyes to look at him. He blinked and then smiled back at him.
“Soft.”
“Perfect.” Wilford chuckled and kissed Dark’s cheek. “How about I hold you for a bit, and then we’ll take a nice, hot bath together?”
“That sounds nice.” Dark was now mindlessly rubbing at Wilford’s shoulders.
“Only the best for you.” Wilford continued kissing all over Dark’s face, full of pride at getting Dark to be so happy and relaxed.
“I am not that impatient.” Edward said with a little huff, only getting a ‘look’ from Henrik. “I’m not.”
“I do not believe that,” Henrik stated, finishing his nightly routine by rubbing some lotion on his hand and arms. Marvin had bought him some for his birthday, and he’s been using it every day since. The lavender scent was so soothing and made his overworked hands feel soft.
“I am the most patient man I know.” Edward had another huff to his voice.
“You must not know a lot of people then.” Henrik clicked his tongue, a little playful smile on his lips.
“I know you.”
“And you think you have more patience than me? That is very unlikely. I would know your impatience the most. You have a little patience for one thing, and that is sex. And even then, you are unable to hold yourself back.” Henrik sat on the edge of the bed.
“Am I bad in bed?” Edward asked, sitting next to Henrik.
“Oh, not at all, meine liebe.” Henrik called Edward ‘his love’ as he kissed his forehead. “Far from it. I am only saying that you are not one for teasing.”
“Well…you got me there,” Edward admitted with a sigh. “But I can easily be patient if I wanted to.”
“Really?” Henrik giggled. “Would you like to put that to the test~” He leaned in nice and close, using his fun tone that always caught Edward’s attention.
“I love taking tests.” Edward grinned.
“Good. Go, sit in the corner. You are going to watch me.” Henrik instructed, pointing to the said corner. They had a little desk and chair over there for days when they didn’t want to work in their offices.
“Watch you?” Edward raised a brow.
“Yep. I have noticed that you seem to be a big fan of watching me play with myself. You are just not patient enough to get to fully enjoy it.” Henrik was thinking the term was ‘voyeurism’ or something of the sort. Regardless, he knew Edward liked it and wanted to prove his point.
“Alright, if it shows that I’m patient. I’ll watch you have some fun.” Edward held his hands up and went to do what Henrik said, casually sitting in the chair and looking at the bed. “Whenever you’re ready, love.”
“Be prepared to lose. You are not allowed to come over here until I say so.” Henrik said as he started removing his clothing.
“Sounds easy enough.”
“And you can not touch yourself either.”
“Now that’s not fair.”
“That’s patience.” Henrik went ahead and fully undressed, seeing Edward’s eyes trailing up and down his body. “Are you sure you can do this?” He teased.
“Easy.” Edward got comfortable in the chair, or at least as comfortable as he could.
“So you say.” Henrik giggled, going to the bedside dresser and bending over to open the bottom drawer. He didn’t need to look to know exactly where Edward was staring, and as he straightened back up, he gave his ass a little slap.
“Really think that’d make me break.” Edward’s chuckle trailed off when he saw Henrik sitting back on the bed with a bottle of lube and a dildo that they both knew all too well since it was one they made from a mold of Edward’s dick.
“Now that’s cheating.” Edward almost whined as Henrik got comfortable on the bed, ensuring that Edward had a perfect view of him.
“Not at all~” Henrik said with a grin, sliding a hand down his body slowly, going to his thigh and giving it a good squeeze. “Remember, no touching~” He trailed his fingers across his skin until he wrapped them around his cock, already half-hard just from Edward’s eyes on him.
“I know.” Edward thickly swallowed.
“Good.” Henrik hummed and continued to work his hand, moving it nice and slow until he was fully hard, and the look on Edward’s face told him that he was as well.
He took his hand away long enough to open the lube and then coat his hand with it while putting a little on the other. With the lube set aside, Henrik adjusted his body and started stroking himself again. He spread his legs apart and bent them at the knees, his other hand teasingly rubbing a finger against his hole.
“Shit,” Edward grunted, shifting in his seat.
“Are you already wanting to give up?” Henrik asked with a little giggle, letting out a heavy breath when he pushed two fingers into him, showing a bit of his own impatience.
“Not at all.” Edward’s voice was a bit muffled since he was chewing on his lower lip as he spoke.
“Won’t be long~” Henrik giggled, and his breath came out as a little moan at fucking himself with his fingers, curling and scissoring them to spread the lube about to make the dildo he was going to use, go into him that much easier. He’s taken Edward so many times by this point that his body had practically memorized it, but there was nothing wrong with taking extra precautions to let this be as entertaining as possible. “You know, I like it better when it's your fingers inside me.” Henrik also had to add some teasing as he worked himself open. “With how wonderfully thick they are and how talented you can move them, you can get me to cum from them alone~”
“Fucking hell, Henrik.” Edward groaned, hand rubbing at his burning face.
“Just thinking about that makes me want more.” Henrik pulled his hand away and grabbed the dildo. He looked Edward right in the eyes as he dragged his tongue along it, grinning when Edward visibly shivered. “Doesn’t taste as good as the real thing.” Henrik winked and coated the dildo with lube before putting it between his legs and going right into pushing it inside of him. “Oh, Edward~” He played out his moan a bit. “Even plastic you fills me up perfectly with how you stretch me out and fill me up to the brim~”
“Shit.” Edward bit into the meat of his thumb, his other hand grabbing at his thigh, forcing it to not touch his painfully hard cock straining behind his pants.
“Brushing against every pleasurable spot inside of me with how wonderfully thick you are~” Henrik kept it up as he slowly started to fuck himself with the dildo. “Oh, Edward, Edward~” He groped at his chest with his other hand, flicking at his nipple and putting on one hell of a show.
“Fuck being patient.” Edward caved and nearly leaped over to the bed, catching Henrik in a quick kiss. When he felt Henrik immediately wrap his arms around him, he continued. He took over, thrusting the dildo inside of him, and he lowered his head to suck at a nipple.
“Faster, faster, more, more, please~” Henrik arched up toward Edward, having been just as affected by what he’s done and was going to cum any moment from all of the extra stimulation. Edward groaned against Henrik’s skin and did as he was asked by fully fucking Henrik with the dildo, and gently biting down. “Ed-Edward, Oh, fuck~!” Henrik dug his nails into Edward’s back, cumming nice and hard. “Yes, yes, yes.” He rambled as he got to ride out his high before the dildo was pulled out of him.
“Want the real thing?” Edward asked with a large smirk. His eyes were dark with lust, and his voice was deeper and rougher.
Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.
I don't really see much AbeStache (Wilford x Abe) content. Maybe a blurb of them "figuring themselves out" as Wil said. Passionate and slow 😉
"Like that, oh, just like that~" Wilford held Abe down to his chest as he laid on his back, softly chuckling when he heard a light whimper come from Abe and confirming an assumption he had about him. But that would be a discussion to have at a later date. "Lift my thigh." Wilford placed his hand on Abe's to show what he meant.
Abe immediately did what he was told and squeezed at the skin, lifting it up and letting him fuck into Wilford at a different and better angle.
Wilford also noted that Abe was good at taking instructions.
"God damn," Abe grunted, trying to hide his face even more in the crook of Wilford's neck. He was not expecting this to feel so good.
"You're doing such a perfect job." Wilford couldn't help from teasing at that earlier assumpting and groaned when he was once again proven correct and Abe's thrusts were now harder.
He was going to be so much fun to play with when all of those pesky nerves settled down.
Well now I really wanna see a Janus X Remus Soft, yet hard 😉 - 🗑️
"Harder, harder." Janus pleaded, holding tightly to Remus' arms that were at either side of his waist. Remus only giggled, catching Janus in a kiss and keeping his thrusting at the same pace but did add a bit more of a punch to them.
This was one of those times when Janus just wanted to be taken care of, be able to just hold someone and get to feel good without much thought. Remus was always more than willing to oblige that need.
"There we go~" Remus giggled more when Janus let out a long moan, back arching.
"Oh, god." Janus groaned, tilting his head back as Remus pressed kisses to it. "Don't stop."
Do you do Sanders Sides? If so.. Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Rough & Intense 🙏🙏
"Like that, like that, like that." Remus rambled, eyes rolling back as Logan kept a firm grip on his hair, his other hand holding his hip just as hard as he slammed into him hard and fast. "Let it out~" Remus moaned when a particularly hard thrust just felt so good.
Logan had a bad day; ignored, talked over, basically insulted, and he had tried to keep it in. To pretend he felt nothing. That he was not pissed. But Remus knew better, he saw the annoyance and anger Logan was keeping pent in and offered to help Logan feel at least a bit better.
"D-Down." Remus stuttered out, letting Logan know his arms were tired in this position. Logan let Remus' hair go and paused, panting heavily as Remus lowered his upper body to the mattress, resting his cheek against the pillow.
"Do I...do I need to stop?" Logan asked, not wanting to actually hurt Remus.
"Don't you dare," Remus said with a wiggle of his hips, grinning when that got a pleasurable gasp from Logan. "Like it said, let it out." Remus groaned when Logan responded to that by shifting his weight and going right back to fucking him.
Remus knew Logan had a lot buried in there and he was more than willing to be his outlet.
Chase held a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans and whines, eyes burning with tears threatening to form as he was cared for. He squirmed from pleasure as Henrik slowly thrusted his fingers into him and had his other hand stroking his cock.
"Do not quiet yourself, my dear." Henrik leaned over and pressed a kiss to the back of Chase's hand. That got Chase to move his hand away to hold Henrik's face and pull him into a kiss. The kiss only lasted a second before he moaned.
"Hen-Henrik." Chase stammered out, heart sweetly burning from the adoring look in Henrik's eyes.
"You look perfect~" Henrik kissed Chase, swallowing the whimper that got out of Chase.
Trickshot Lust (bonus if it's from aphrodisiac) 🗑️
Chase slid his hands up Marvin's stomach and chest, lifting the shirt and allowing him to see more of what was happening on top of his lap. Both of them were still mostly dressed and on the couch.
"Chase~" Marvin whined, his own hands going on top of Chase's as he continued to bounce. His now currently purple eyes were opened wide and pleading. Chase moved his hands more so they rested on Marvin's shoulders and he started to help pull Marvin down onto his cock faster and harder than before.
Marvin moaned loudly from that and started to ramble Chase's name over and over again. He wanted more, he wanted so much more
He also really needed to make sure that the next time he experiments with certain kinds of lust-based magic Chase was in the bedroom first.
I think I’m a little late to the train but could I request dapperstache and either getting out anger or jealousy?
Wilford let out a moan from deep in his throat, tilting his head back, and hearing the clicking of the handcuffs that kept his arms up and against the bedframe.
"Jamesy~" Wilford moaned again as he glanced down, seeing JJ's head between his legs. JJ looked up at Wilford, lips stretched beautifully around his cock. JJ winked and continued to bob his head, hand giving attention to whatever he couldn't fit into his mouth.
A curse sputtered from Wilford's mouth as another wave of pleasure hit him. He's already come twice like this and it seemed that JJ was determined on making it so he'd go a third time.
Wilford was never going to underestimate a jealous JJ ever again.
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