Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee

John Worthington. He/him. PR Representative.

[johnestfellow]

Just Your Average Sywnlake Dream || Gibbington

[boointhenight]

"Well, yes and no. There's a couple times of year where the dreams are more common, but they don't happen every year. So, a lot of times something will happen around Valentine's Day. Something usually happens around April 1, but sometimes its a dream and sometimes its something magical around town. Then there's pretty much always one in early August."

It was kind of a strange schedule, and she didn't understand why the pacing was the way it was. Still, better than something happening in December. She was terrified of whatever Christmas hallmark au it would shove them in if it did.

"But yeah, they're usually inspired by some book or tv show or something like that, but it kinda depends. Remember our old Mayor Hades? I had to duel him to the death in a Game of Thrones one. Barely made it through that one. Or in the Regency one, Phil was my boss and got me pregnant. I kind of preferred the murder to be honest." Joking. Kind of.

Shifting closer, she ran one hand down John's arm. "Depends on the person and what you want. I'm happy to talk about stuff. Other people aren't. You find your group that matches your freak and go from there."

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

It was fascinating and also so annoying. So living here just meant he'd have to deal with these things? Over and over just different lives and adventures that meant nothing yet meant everything.

He couldn't think about this one too much. It made his head hurt when he tried to think about his rider, what it felt like to not be able to fly. It was like he could still feel the pain in nonexistent wings. He didn't like it.

As Boo went on to explain past dreams she'd had, John just stared on in shock and awe, blinking a few times.

"The murder does sound less complicated, yes," he agreed.

Her hand moved down his arm. He felt a chill go up it. She was one he was glad to have found to talk about all of this. She never made him feel judged or bad for being so... inexperienced. In more ways than one. With these dreams, with other aspects of life around Swynlake. And, yeah, sure, the obvious way he had been inexperienced--and still was in a lot of ways.

"I mean... clearly our 'freaks' match up at least a little," he said with a small grin. "I don't think there are too many in town I could share a dreamworld encounter with as bloody dragons, and be able to have a conversation about it the next day." John chuckled, shifting slightly so his knee touched hers. "But here we are..." his hand brushed against her arm now. He would be lying if he said his mind wasn't drifting to the dream. The warmth of the sun, the sound of the creek. Him and Mary...

"That was probably the best part of the dream for me," he admitted, not able to figure out what other way to talk about it, or how to voice his thoughts and feelings on the matter. "It was just rather depressing other than that."

@boointhenight

[johnestfellow]

Just Your Average Sywnlake Dream || Gibbington

[johnestfellow]

He caught her tone, her nonchalant attitude. He let out a breathy chuckle, barely amused by her comment.

"I've definitely slept worse," he replied, quirking up his eyebrows. "I have to say that whole experience was quite different from the last one where we just worked in an amusement park." John started to head past her, to his flat just a little bit away. He nodded his head that way, hoping she would follow.

Not for any particular reason, just so they didn't have to talk in the corridor.

"And what about you? Did you enjoy your time as a flying creature? Or--you've lived here for a while; is that like old news to you by now?"

@boointhenight

[boointhenight]

There were probably things she should be doing for work. But she could feel Cel's small stir of interest at the same time, especially as John had been involved in a few of the more...fun parts of the dream.

Work could wait a little longer.

Following him into his flat, she easily slipped out of her shoes as soon as she crossed the threshold. Might as well be comfortable to start with. If this was going to be a purely emotional conversation, she wanted to be able to sit curled up on the couch. If they ended up extending that comfort, well, one last barrier.

"It was an interesting one. I had been a cat in one of the April dreams a couple years ago which was pretty fun, but I will give the wings a bonus. I don't have that many chances to fly in real life."

No point bringing up that both of those dreams had included a certain amount of devastating grief as she failed to save the person who mattered to her. That was a minor detail and it wasn't that useful for John right now.

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

"So these things kind of have a set schedule?" he furrowed his brow. Wonderful. Well... at least he could maybe prepare for them more in the future.

This was only the second dream he'd experienced. And both of the ones he'd had had been... experiences.

"Yeah, they certainly were a fun part to it all," he nodded. Though he didn't do much flying in the dream. He had memories of flying, but... That wasn't something he was capable of by the time he was living in that life.

His back hurt. John went to sit down, inviting Mary to join him if she'd like.

"So these dreams can really be anything, huh? And, I suppose, anything can happen in them..." the amusement park one had been far more tame compared to this one. Nobody had died there.

"Do people usually talk to each other about... how they interacted with one another inside the dreams or am I supposed to just ignore that that happened? And that it happened... as dragons..."

@boointhenight

[johnestfellow]

Just Your Average Sywnlake Dream || Gibbington

[boointhenight]

The day after a dream meant the usual post-dream brunch with Hercules. She felt a little bad that these days it meant she was pulling him away from his cute girlfriend that he was probably going to marry, but she hadn't been exactly ready to open up their brunches beyond the two of them yet. It had been theirs for too long.

But it meant the unsettling parts of the dream had been talked through and set aside, and she was pleasantly full of Coke and waffles as she made her way back towards the Benbow.

As she got closer, she nearly bumped into John. She wouldn't have thought too much about it if he hadn't blushed and stumbled over his words. Instead, the reaction had her grinning slightly and leaning against the doorway. Well well. Dream follow up part two.

"I'm doing fine. What about you? Sleep well?" she asked, slightly wickedly.

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

He caught her tone, her nonchalant attitude. He let out a breathy chuckle, barely amused by her comment.

"I've definitely slept worse," he replied, quirking up his eyebrows. "I have to say that whole experience was quite different from the last one where we just worked in an amusement park." John started to head past her, to his flat just a little bit away. He nodded his head that way, hoping she would follow.

Not for any particular reason, just so they didn't have to talk in the corridor.

"And what about you? Did you enjoy your time as a flying creature? Or--you've lived here for a while; is that like old news to you by now?"

@boointhenight

[johnestfellow]

Don't Make Me Beg || De Vilington

[ice-in-her-stare]

A misunderstanding. Sure.

That certainly wasn't how it had come off when she'd spoken to that silly little thing Destiny. And while the girl was a rather emotional sort, Cruella generally was more sympathetic to women than to men. Men were, as a general rule, rather idiotic.

John was a perfect example of this. "The posters are one thing. One of my other employees had some first hand experience with you as well you know. It isn't especially looking good for you darling." Not that Cruella cared, but it was annoying when she had only just found a decent PR manager. But not so decent now.

Still, she did so very much love to see a man groveling. That was as it should be really. Cruella glanced John up and down and hummed. "I suppose you could still be of use to me. Though I'm not so certain about PR. You might simply have to redeem yourself to me via a more... personal role. You may be my personal assistant instead, prove yourself to me that you can actually do as I need."

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

"Wait, what? What other employee?" he felt panic spike through his system. Did one of them work for Cruella? How did he not know that? Or was she bluffing trying to make him sweat? He couldn't tell. He couldn't risk it.

"Yes, okay," he said with a nod, "anything. Let me redeem myself. Please, I just... really need this job. Whatever it is." Maybe he shouldn't say that so explicitly, but it was true. Without this job his source of income was minimal at best. And while he didn't know exactly what he was agreeing to, he figured it had to be better than being unemployed and losing his apartment.

"What will you need me to do?"

@ice-in-her-stare

[johnestfellow]

Just Your Average Sywnlake Dream || Gibbington

[johnestfellow]

This dream was… very different from the last one he had experienced. John woke up shaking and sweating with a terrible headache. There was something about being a dragon that seemed to trigger some response upon waking up. He didn’t know which piece exactly. Or if it was the ambush at the end of the night. It was a lot more brutal than the previous dream, so perhaps it was that?

He didn’t want to think about it too much.

There was one part he didn’t think about until he was making his way out of Benbow and happened to be at the same time as one of his favorite neighbors. And then that part of the dream came back to him. Slender forms wrapped together, tails twisting and wings extending and—

“Hello, Boo,” he said with a polite nod and smile, only blushing a little bit. Their names were different. And their bodies. But he knew it was her now that they were both awake. “How are you doing this, um… today?”

@boointhenight

[johnestfellow]

Just Your Average Sywnlake Dream || Gibbington

[johnestfellow]

NAME: Jont’adhg SPECIES: Dragon PARTNER: Hiroth STATS: Str: 5 Dex: 12 Con: 7 BIOGRAPHY: TW injury

Jont’adhg barely remembers being hatched into Hiroth’s arms anymore. He barely remembers those early days of training together when Hiroth would take the riskiest routes to finish first—or if not first, in the most memorable way. His rider had a legacy he wanted to live up to, and who was Jont’adhg to discourage. Everything always had to be more, though. It had to be bigger and showier and better. Nothing was too risky, nothing was too experimental.

And that’s when everything fell apart. Jont’adhg doesn’t remember much about that day, he just remembered the raging storm and grabbing Hiroth in his talons, wrapping him in his wings as they plummeted from the sky.

Even the healers say it was a miracle both rider and dragon survived, but at what cost? A limb and some wings? At least they were alive. For Jont’adhg that was enough, but not Hiroth.

Jont’adhg has done his best to slow his ambitious rider down, but Hiroth is insistent he can fix them both. He tries anything his rider makes, but rarely has an invention worked as well as they would need it to to be back in the sky.

When they were told they couldn’t compete in the Brightsteel competition for both of their own safety, Jont’adhg had to take on the role of comforting Hiroth and trying to get him to enjoy the competition from the sidelines. He took on that role a lot, one of a comfort and redirector. It seemed a lot of people around them loved to blame Hiroth’s recklessness for his own injury as well as his dragon’s—some of the other dragons even find it surprising that there’s no resentment. Jont’adhg doesn’t resent his Rider, he never could. And though he’s not protecting him from devastating drops from the sky, he still feels the draw to protect him from the criticism and belittlement of those around them. Hiroth isn’t perfect, but who is? Jont’adhg wouldn’t have his rider any other way.

[kronk-cooks]

Consequentially Speaking || Jonk

[kronk-cooks]

Kronk was an open book really with sex. He didn't mind John asking questions. He was new to all of this. Kronk remembered when he was unsure about everything. He'd had years of experience to figure himself out.

He looked down at John who'd turned over, looking thoroughly fucked underneath him. He moved to lay a bit more to his side, getting a bit more comfortable and not looming over him while he asked his questions. "Mmm, well, I've had a lot of partners over the years. I realized I was into pretty much everyone when I was young. I didn't have my first experience with a man until around eighteen. He was a bit older, more experienced, that helped me with some of the more basic stuff."

He gently ran his fingers down John's chest in soothing little patterns, trying to answer all his looped and roundabout questions. "I lot of it is having different partners who are into different things. I've gone to sex parties too, not often, but sometimes, that's been very interesting to see what other people get up to."

"I think at minimum, if you're going to let someone into your bed and want to try something. You need to have a trust there. If we hadn't already had a couple experiences together, I wouldn't have started us off with hitting it raw and coming inside you. It's not safe, first of all."

He rested his hand on his abdomen, "If it doesn't feel right at any moment, you're fully in your right to tell them and stop it." Kronk said with a level of conviction he didn't always have. But he was adamant on this one, especially for John. "You should never be shy to tell them that something doesn't feel good. Because if it starts off bad, it won't get better by pushing through it." Unfortunately, Kronk knew it was hard to break a good mood with bad news.

He pressed a kiss to his cheek gently, "It's all practice, John. I'm thirty four, I've had decades to build up confidence in all this and I'm still learning."

"I will always answer your questions John. And I don't want you to think that every time I kiss you, its so you won't talk." He said softly, "To answer your question though, I've been asked to do a couple crazy things in my life that I've either done and never done again, or said no to. Do you know what a golden shower is?" He grinned a bit, pressing his lips together, "Basically someone asked me to pee on them, which is fine and good for them. But didn't really do much for me. I told them and they were fine with it and we never did it again."

"I promise you won't always feel so anxious or worried about this. Especially if you find someone you want a relationship with. Then all you have to do is learn each other." He said, gently running his fingers through John's hair. "And that bit of exploration is pretty fun, I'd say."

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

As soon as Kronk was at his side, John tucked closer to him, comfortable feeling the warmth of his skin. He tilted his head so he could still see his face as he spoke.

"People have sex parties?" he shouldn't be so surprised. He grew up in a home that had parties to show off their newest 'trophies' from some poaching expedition. But it was probably easier to find people who wanted to go to that than a sex party. how do you send invites out for that? How many people go to a party like that? Even thinking about the smell at a sex party made his head hurt.

He exhaled a small chuckle, mostly at Kronk's phrasing even though it wasn't wrong. "I know it is," he said, wanting him to know that even if John wasn't the most experienced, he wasn't entirely clueless. Condoms were important for a lot of reasons, he knew that. He also could feel that thing about trust.

Sure, when he hooked up with Boo they'd only just met, but he was fresh out of that dream and feeling new sorts of ways and--frankly--was desperately horny. but they hadn't done anything wild or out there. He wouldn't have wanted to that first time. John had never been quick to trust, especially not in such vulnerable situations.

"I had someone else adamantly tell me that as well," he nodded. "That was the first thing she made sure I knew, that no was a complete sentence." He was lucky to have had people who were rather genuine be his first real experiences. "But okay. That's... good to know."

He leaned into the kiss though something stirred in his stomach. And I'm thirty-six, he wanted to say. Yet he'd only had a bit over a decade to navigate being a human, and far far less time than that to navigate anything romantic let alone sexual.

"I won't think that," he promised. "Because it'd be kind of a bummer if that was true; I really like kissing you, but I also really like to talk." He grinned, turning his head to steal a quick kiss after Kronk kissed his cheek. Then he just looked at him, puzzled. Before he could even shake his head, Kronk explained and John just blinked.

"Oh," he said, a little shocked. "I... people are into some interesting things, I suppose." That... didn't really sound like his cup of tea either. He didn't mind Kronk coming on him, though, but that... felt different. It was definitely different.

"The exploration has been pretty interesting..." he grinned briefly. John knew that was probably true. One day it would all just be another thing that he knew how to navigate. Right?

"What if... what if there isn't just one person, though? What if this keeps happening and there's always more than one person. That's what got me into the mess with those flyers, and I... I don't know." John's eyes shut for a moment as Kronk's hand went through his hair.

"I grew up very sheltered," he said softly. "And even after I got out of that situation, I ended up in another not so great one. It was like a different kind of sheltered, where I was seeing some messed up stuff but I was only ever seeing and engaging with what they wanted me to. I felt very rushed into learning so many new things when I'd barely figured out how to live outside of the sheltered life I'd grown up in. I didn't... The way I made friends was based on who I worked with. And even then I know a lot of them only just put up with me so I wouldn't annoy them more than I had to with work related stuff.

"But I had a falling out with them, and those people are no longer a part of my life either. And for the first time I'm just left to my own devices and I have no idea what to do with that," he paused, biting the inside of his lip as he felt a brief tightness in his throat. He shifted closer to Kronk, almost trying to hide his face under his chin.

"I feel like I don't know what I'm doing at all. Everyone else has had so much time and experience to get to this place, and I feel as though I've only just started to figure it all out--to figure myself out. And I get it, I made a mistake, maybe I should have known better, maybe I should have talked to the people involved, but now... Now everyone has this idea about me, I lost two of the very few constant people I have in my life, I may even lose my job, and I just--" he shut his eyes, pressing his face against Kronk's neck. Shutting himself up as he felt his stress rising, the frantic tone of his voice cutting deeper into his words.

"You're about two years younger than me," he murmured against his neck, his fingers lightly tracing against his chest. "And yet I feel like you've lived twice as much life as me."

@kronk-cooks

[kronk-cooks]

Kronk tried to keep up with everything John was saying but it was a lot, even for him. Even for a guy who prided himself on his listening skills. Maybe he needed to unpack all this a little more with a little help from someone else.

"You don't have to have everything figured out, John." He said softly, fingers still stroking gently through his hair, "I don't have all my shit together either. Even if I look like I do most of the time. There's a reason I haven't been in a relationship for a while and that's sort of what you're describing. There's always someone else or another thing and believe me, when you find that one person and decide on it, you'll decide on it. But maybe you won't, maybe you're polyamorous which is also good and cool but that also again, requires communication to really work without anyone getting hurt."

He arched his back slightly, getting more comfortable as he let John nestle his face into his neck and under his chin. His hand stroked gentle circles on his back. It was clear he had a lot happen to him in life. He had things he needed to figure out and burdens to let go of. Most of all, he had to find a confidence in himself that only came with knowing who he was.

Kronk pressed a kiss to the top of his head, letting the other man busy himself with his chest or whatever other part of his body made him feel a bit easier. "You don't need to compare us, John." He said softly, "Our lives are separate and while the paces are different at when we experience things, life isn't a sprint."

He sighed softly, fingers massaging gently into his back, "Have you ever talked to anyone.... aside from me? Someone who can help you figure out everything you're feeling? You've got some burdens on you, everyone does, and you know some people like to use therapy and talking with someone regularly about their situations to help lift them a little bit, or learn how to live with them."

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

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Kronk gave helpful advice, but the more John listened the more he felt like he was floating away from his body. His mind going to some far away place as he really processed all he said to the other man.

John loved having the appearance of having his shit together. He wanted people to think he knew what he was doing. He never got that luxury with Kronk because even if he hadn’t outright told him this was new for him, it wouldn’t have taken Kronk long to figure out. It was why he was only so close with some members of MAFIA. It was why, deep down, maybe he always knew he would mess things up with Judy and Destiny. Because if you were close with people, they looked at you closely, and when people looked too close, they could see the cracks. They could see the gaps in the act and know that John was bullshitting his way through life.

So he didn’t usually let people so close. He didn’t usually say so much about himself, not in such a real way. He was always honest—he had to be—but he wasn’t always so truthful about himself and his experiences.

Communication was hard, and this was the hard part about it. Letting down those walls, being seen in a way that was so exposing. Maybe it was good they were both already naked as they had this conversation. Everything was out there bare and vulnerable.

John didn’t like that. It’s why his mind drifted, disconnecting. Hiding itself away in some den as Kronk told him life wasn’t a sprint. As he tried to comfort him in a way that maybe reassured some part, but it mostly showed that difference. It wasn’t a sprint, but John was so far behind. He wasn’t even running in the same race, really.

His hand moved over Kronk’s chest, tracing small patterns. Maybe he could have said thanks to Kronk for the advice and taken it to heart. But the word ‘therapy’ burned against his ears. Well, it wasn’t really the whole comment about had he ever talked to anyone else about this. Was he supposed to? When would he have? Who would he have talked to?

“No,” he said softly. “I haven’t.” He shouldn’t have put all this on Kronk either. Every instinct told him to redirect. They were delving too deep. He was exposing too much about himself. What was Kronk going to think about him?

“I’m alright, though,” he said. “I guess everything today just pulled some things forward. I don’t usually—I’m not…” he couldn’t find the words. Because everything he tried to say wasn’t true. “I’ll be fine, I’ll figure it out. You um… thank you for the advice.” His hand shifted across Kronk’s chest, circling his nipple, teasing it until he felt it harden. He kept his face buried in his neck, kissing lightly against his pulse.

Then more. More pressure as he squeezed his pec, his mouth opening so he could run his tongue against his skin, tasting the sweat from their previous activities. He shifted, he other hand running down over his abs.

“You always seem to know just what to say,” he hummed. “And you’re a good listener.” He let his teeth scrape on his neck. “Thank you for listening. I won’t always unload all my personal thoughts on you,” he chuckled a little. “Guess they were just a little too loud this time.”

His hand drifted lower down his stomach until he felt the trail of hair that led so temptingly back to Kronk’s cock.

“You do have to give yourself a little bit of credit though; you are really good at seeming like you’ve got all your shit together,” His voice was breathy. “Or maybe you just fucked me so well it made me miss the signs that you don’t.” He bit his neck playfully.

@kronk-cooks

[johnestfellow]

What a Coincidence || Joyn

[johnestfellow]

John had just grabbed his tea from the counter at Hatter's and was making his way to one of the only empty tables left on this busy morning. As he sat down, someone took the seat across from him, both of them seeming to think they were here first, hardly noticing the other until they'd both sat down.

Normally, John might not care and if the other person didn't seem to mind, he wouldn't mind sharing a table. But when he looked up he couldn't help but realize he recognized her.

"Oh, hello," he smiled. "Joy, isn't it? It's good to see you again." Then, realizing perhaps she didn't recognize him as quickly, he added, "I'm John. From the letters thing... How are you?"

@joy-mohanty

[johnestfellow]

Don't Make Me Beg || De Vilington

[ice-in-her-stare]

Cruella really was a very busy woman.

She had a few more magicks shipped in secretly, she had barely thwarted off the threat of valentines day with her husband, and her daughter had rather irritatingly got in touch with her about some charity event she had no real interest in.

It was a great deal to think about. Far more than whether or not her PR manager was actually of any use. Though considering he needed his own PR manager now, the answer to that seemed rather obvious.

She opened the door to his face just then and scowled, nearly slamming the door in his face despite the coffee. "I'm always busy Mr. Worthington. More so now that my PR manager is his own sort of disaster." She scoffed and stepped back, opening the door a bit wider so he could come in.

"You have 30 minutes of my time before I have to take care of my other obligations. Do not waste my time."

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

"And that's what I wanted to speak with you about," he chuckled awkwardly. Though, clearly, Cruella was not amused at all. He cleared his throat, following after her into her home.

He'd been in her home briefly before, but this time he noticed something different. Not visually--of course the place was immaculate. It was the smell. Faint and distant, but he couldn't help but notice it. The smell of magic. Perhaps she had on a magic item recently though--she was a collector--or maybe one of her housekeepers were Magicks. He didn't know. It didn't matter to him, that wasn't what he was here for. But the scent still tickled at the back of his nose.

Thirty minutes. Okay. He could make that work, right?

"This whole situation has been a huge misunderstanding," he began. "And I can assure you this won't happen again. The whole mess with those posters was some petty third party getting involved for who knows what reason. I just-- this is not a usual occurrence for me, Mrs. De Vil, I have never found myself in a position like that before."

He'd never found himself in a position like this before either. Where he had to beg to keep his job. Not that he was begging or really wanted to. But...

"I am sorry if any of my mess has had any impact on you and I am doing everything that I can to make sure all of this gets sorted and won't impact my work in any way. Just please... let me have a chance to prove that to you."

@ice-in-her-stare

[kronk-cooks]

Consequentially Speaking || Jonk

[kronk-cooks]

Kronk was an open book really with sex. He didn't mind John asking questions. He was new to all of this. Kronk remembered when he was unsure about everything. He'd had years of experience to figure himself out.

He looked down at John who'd turned over, looking thoroughly fucked underneath him. He moved to lay a bit more to his side, getting a bit more comfortable and not looming over him while he asked his questions. "Mmm, well, I've had a lot of partners over the years. I realized I was into pretty much everyone when I was young. I didn't have my first experience with a man until around eighteen. He was a bit older, more experienced, that helped me with some of the more basic stuff."

He gently ran his fingers down John's chest in soothing little patterns, trying to answer all his looped and roundabout questions. "I lot of it is having different partners who are into different things. I've gone to sex parties too, not often, but sometimes, that's been very interesting to see what other people get up to."

"I think at minimum, if you're going to let someone into your bed and want to try something. You need to have a trust there. If we hadn't already had a couple experiences together, I wouldn't have started us off with hitting it raw and coming inside you. It's not safe, first of all."

He rested his hand on his abdomen, "If it doesn't feel right at any moment, you're fully in your right to tell them and stop it." Kronk said with a level of conviction he didn't always have. But he was adamant on this one, especially for John. "You should never be shy to tell them that something doesn't feel good. Because if it starts off bad, it won't get better by pushing through it." Unfortunately, Kronk knew it was hard to break a good mood with bad news.

He pressed a kiss to his cheek gently, "It's all practice, John. I'm thirty four, I've had decades to build up confidence in all this and I'm still learning."

"I will always answer your questions John. And I don't want you to think that every time I kiss you, its so you won't talk." He said softly, "To answer your question though, I've been asked to do a couple crazy things in my life that I've either done and never done again, or said no to. Do you know what a golden shower is?" He grinned a bit, pressing his lips together, "Basically someone asked me to pee on them, which is fine and good for them. But didn't really do much for me. I told them and they were fine with it and we never did it again."

"I promise you won't always feel so anxious or worried about this. Especially if you find someone you want a relationship with. Then all you have to do is learn each other." He said, gently running his fingers through John's hair. "And that bit of exploration is pretty fun, I'd say."

@johnestfellow

[johnestfellow]

As soon as Kronk was at his side, John tucked closer to him, comfortable feeling the warmth of his skin. He tilted his head so he could still see his face as he spoke.

"People have sex parties?" he shouldn't be so surprised. He grew up in a home that had parties to show off their newest 'trophies' from some poaching expedition. But it was probably easier to find people who wanted to go to that than a sex party. how do you send invites out for that? How many people go to a party like that? Even thinking about the smell at a sex party made his head hurt.

He exhaled a small chuckle, mostly at Kronk's phrasing even though it wasn't wrong. "I know it is," he said, wanting him to know that even if John wasn't the most experienced, he wasn't entirely clueless. Condoms were important for a lot of reasons, he knew that. He also could feel that thing about trust.

Sure, when he hooked up with Boo they'd only just met, but he was fresh out of that dream and feeling new sorts of ways and--frankly--was desperately horny. but they hadn't done anything wild or out there. He wouldn't have wanted to that first time. John had never been quick to trust, especially not in such vulnerable situations.

"I had someone else adamantly tell me that as well," he nodded. "That was the first thing she made sure I knew, that no was a complete sentence." He was lucky to have had people who were rather genuine be his first real experiences. "But okay. That's... good to know."

He leaned into the kiss though something stirred in his stomach. And I'm thirty-six, he wanted to say. Yet he'd only had a bit over a decade to navigate being a human, and far far less time than that to navigate anything romantic let alone sexual.

"I won't think that," he promised. "Because it'd be kind of a bummer if that was true; I really like kissing you, but I also really like to talk." He grinned, turning his head to steal a quick kiss after Kronk kissed his cheek. Then he just looked at him, puzzled. Before he could even shake his head, Kronk explained and John just blinked.

"Oh," he said, a little shocked. "I... people are into some interesting things, I suppose." That... didn't really sound like his cup of tea either. He didn't mind Kronk coming on him, though, but that... felt different. It was definitely different.

"The exploration has been pretty interesting..." he grinned briefly. John knew that was probably true. One day it would all just be another thing that he knew how to navigate. Right?

"What if... what if there isn't just one person, though? What if this keeps happening and there's always more than one person. That's what got me into the mess with those flyers, and I... I don't know." John's eyes shut for a moment as Kronk's hand went through his hair.

"I grew up very sheltered," he said softly. "And even after I got out of that situation, I ended up in another not so great one. It was like a different kind of sheltered, where I was seeing some messed up stuff but I was only ever seeing and engaging with what they wanted me to. I felt very rushed into learning so many new things when I'd barely figured out how to live outside of the sheltered life I'd grown up in. I didn't... The way I made friends was based on who I worked with. And even then I know a lot of them only just put up with me so I wouldn't annoy them more than I had to with work related stuff.

"But I had a falling out with them, and those people are no longer a part of my life either. And for the first time I'm just left to my own devices and I have no idea what to do with that," he paused, biting the inside of his lip as he felt a brief tightness in his throat. He shifted closer to Kronk, almost trying to hide his face under his chin.

"I feel like I don't know what I'm doing at all. Everyone else has had so much time and experience to get to this place, and I feel as though I've only just started to figure it all out--to figure myself out. And I get it, I made a mistake, maybe I should have known better, maybe I should have talked to the people involved, but now... Now everyone has this idea about me, I lost two of the very few constant people I have in my life, I may even lose my job, and I just--" he shut his eyes, pressing his face against Kronk's neck. Shutting himself up as he felt his stress rising, the frantic tone of his voice cutting deeper into his words.

"You're about two years younger than me," he murmured against his neck, his fingers lightly tracing against his chest. "And yet I feel like you've lived twice as much life as me."

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[kronk-cooks]

Consequentially Speaking || Jonk

[johnestfellow]

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It was a lot, getting fucked through his orgasm. It made everything heighten. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just a lot.

Kronk buried himself deep inside his ass, and John felt the force at which he came. And fuck it was a different feeling. John moaned, pressing his ass back against Kronk’s hips even more, another wave of pleasure drowning him both from the feeling and just from the thought alone knowing he was filled with Kronk’s cum.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled as Kronk slowly pulled out, dragging his mess with him. It spilled out of him, running down between his cheeks.

“You were so fucking good,” he replied breathlessly, finally letting his face and chest press against the mattress. “That was amazing. God, you’re fucking amazing.”

John twisted slightly so he could look back at Kronk, his eyes falling to his cum covered cock. He chewed the inside of his lip. His gaze drifted slightly to Kronk’s hand and the mess John had made of it.

“It’s definitely messier this way,” he breathed a laugh as he turned back to press his face against the cool blanket. The sweat on the back of his neck was starting to dry and leave a chill to his hot skin that wasn’t unwelcome. “But it’s so good. You felt so damn good inside me like that…”

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[kronk-cooks]

Kronk chuckled, pleased at how enthusiastically John had enjoyed himself. It was really good for him too. John was a perfect bottom, ready for anything and let him come inside him without anything between them. He was learning a lot about him, and he assumed John was learning a lot about himself as well.

"I'm glad we both had fun." He said, gently rubbing his fingers over John's ass, massaging the areas he'd been rutting his hips against as he watched the man's body react. The erotic sight of him still pressed to the bed with his cum leaking from him was too good to not stare at.

"Yeah? You like getting filled, and I like filling you so, I think we're in a mutually beneficial agreement here." Kronk teased, keeping it light as he let them both recover as he sat back on his knees and continued to work his fingers over John's body, massaging his ass and hips and moving up to his lower back. "You're a messy boy, John, but I'm more than happy to help make that mess." Plus he was glad he could get his mind off those flyers, at least for a little while.

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[johnestfellow]

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A shiver went through him as Kronk started to massage him, his muscles that had become so tight and tense loosening under the chef’s careful touch.

“I am too,” he agreed. He really had enjoyed himself, more than he ever would have thought. All of this with Kronk was so new, and every experience just made it all the better.

The way he kept leaking out of him was such a strange yet delightful feeling. And that was the best way to describe so much of this. It was different and strange but so so good.

John melted further into the bed the more Kronk massaged him and teased him. He did grimace a little to himself as his stomach touched the bedding and he felt his own mess sticking to his skin as well as the fabric. He’d already made a mess of the blanket anyway.

“Well, better to be a mess in here in a fun way rather than the public spectacle I’ve been making of myself,” he let out a soft sigh.

As good as Kronk’s hands on his back felt, John wanted to look at the other man. He twisted, flipping to lay on his back so he could look up at Kronk’s face, framed so nicely by loose strands of hair and a light sheen of sweat making his skin glow. He was truly a sight to behold.

“Can I ask,” he started, hoping he wasn’t overstepping before he even started to speak, “how’d you figure out all these things you like. Just… moments like this, where you had a partner willing to try? Or did they propose things? Has there been anything you’ve tried that you never wanted to try again?”

There were some things John wondered about. Like when Kronk had spanked him. He liked that, but at the same time, he was reminded of far less fun and playful times in his life he’d been struck.

“There’s stuff that… I don’t know, it’s stuff I don’t really know anything about. And I would maybe be open to trying things but… what if I don’t like it in the moment? What if I get stressed about it and want them to stop—but at the same time not wanting it to stop? I…” he thought about it for a moment, glancing off to the side, his hands resting on his abdomen. “I guess you could say I have some personal baggage I don’t quite love to unpack. And as we’ve learned from this whole… flyer thing, I’m maybe not the best with communication. And I just… how do I get better at it all? At the talking about it all and knowing what to do right and to stop myself from doing the wrong thing? How do I get past it and… and learn these things about myself and relationships I have with people when I feel like I’m so new at it all?”

There was more to say, about his concerns and his thoughts and how out of touch with himself and others that he felt. But he’d already said a lot. He did that—he talked too much. But so rarely said the right things.

“I just feel so behind in everything. I feel like I know I’m messing things up but don’t know how to stop it or do better.” He looked at Kronk apologetically as he realized he was just dumping all this on him out of seemingly nowhere.

But it was all connected in some weird way, and it all tied back to the reason that brought him here today in the first place.

“Like this—it’s probably a bit strange to get a little deeply personal after you’ve just fucked me raw like that but… I don’t know. Is there an etiquette to this? Is it okay that I’m asking you all these questions?” If Kronk grew sick of the questions, he did know a few good ways to get John to stop talking.

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[kronk-cooks]

Consequentially Speaking || Jonk

[johnestfellow]

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It wasn’t like John had been fucked a lot or anything, but he’d never been fucked like this.

The rawness of it, the force, it was more than he’d ever felt, his mind blanking as stars covered the insides of his eyelids.

“Oh, fuck, Kronk…” he exhaled as Kronk’s moan turned to words, praising him and allowing his release, and John did exactly what he was told. His breath shuddered as he came hard, his muscles twitching and tightening as Kronk continued to stroke and fuck him through his orgasm. His breaths turned to moans, which turned to whimpers as it seemed like every last drop was squeezed from him.

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[kronk-cooks]

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Kronk fucked him through his orgasm, hips thrusting and stuttering as his cock felt John's ass clench around him, it only took a few more thrusts after John started whimpering for Kronk to crest over his own threshold and empty out into his ass, hips jerking as he held his hips against John's ass, a strained moan falling from his mouth. "Fuck..yes.." Pleasure coursing through his body from his core and through his limbs as he felt the rush of getting to come inside the other man.

All the power, all the release and tension flowing out of him as he panted, hips coming to a stop as he chuckled, almost feeling light headed.

His hands and grip softened, running along John's hips and sides as he slowly pulled out from him, looking at the mess he'd made on himself and the mess that dripped out of John once he was empty. It was fucking hot. "You were so good." He said still catching his breath, still grinning though he was definitely feeling that heavy feeling in his limbs, "God, that was fucking great."

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[johnestfellow]

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It was a lot, getting fucked through his orgasm. It made everything heighten. It wasn’t a bad thing, it was just a lot.

Kronk buried himself deep inside his ass, and John felt the force at which he came. And fuck it was a different feeling. John moaned, pressing his ass back against Kronk’s hips even more, another wave of pleasure drowning him both from the feeling and just from the thought alone knowing he was filled with Kronk’s cum.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled as Kronk slowly pulled out, dragging his mess with him. It spilled out of him, running down between his cheeks.

“You were so fucking good,” he replied breathlessly, finally letting his face and chest press against the mattress. “That was amazing. God, you’re fucking amazing.”

John twisted slightly so he could look back at Kronk, his eyes falling to his cum covered cock. He chewed the inside of his lip. His gaze drifted slightly to Kronk’s hand and the mess John had made of it.

“It’s definitely messier this way,” he breathed a laugh as he turned back to press his face against the cool blanket. The sweat on the back of his neck was starting to dry and leave a chill to his hot skin that wasn’t unwelcome. “But it’s so good. You felt so damn good inside me like that…”

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[kronk-cooks]

Consequentially Speaking || Jonk

[johnestfellow]

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John’s moans were getting lost as he tried to maintain his breath. Each thrust cutting the sound short, leaving desperate airy whimpers to fall from his gaping mouth.

His muscles tightened as he took it all, his arms and shoulders straining and tense as he supported himself.

His eyes were shut tight, brow furrowed as he teetered on that line of pleasure and pain.

Excitement spilled down his spine, following Kronk’s hand as it left his shoulder. Because he knew where it was going. John still gasped as his large hand wrapped firmly around his cock, his mind blanking as his senses were all over taken.

“Oh fuck—“ he whined, that edge nearing faster as he was fucked into Kronk’s grip. “Yes… yes—!” He moaned louder, his cry getting forced out of him the more Kronk rammed into his ass.

“Please—“ he gasped, unable to think or focus as he felt his climax building closer. “I’m so close—please let me cum, let me cum for you I want to so fucking bad.” His cock leaked, making every stroke of Kronk’s fist slicker.

John clenched around his cock. “I can’t— I’m going to cum,” his breath shook more than his arms as he did his best to hold on, his entire body wound taught and ready to burst. “Please. Kronk I— oh god, Kronk…!”

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[kronk-cooks]

Kronk grunted with the effort he was putting in to fucking John as hard as he was, all his muscles were tense as he kept thrusting up against the man bent over for him. His hand working over the shaft of John's cock as he kept going.

He could feel John tense around him, that building of his orgasm and the impending release he was about to have. He knew John was trying to hold on for him, he decided to give him that extra push to let himself go. He moaned as he fucked him, feeling his own release get closer as his cock was gripped by his walls clenching down on him, "Good boy, come for me."

The chef wanted to feel him shudder, feel the cum all over his hand as he continued pumping every last drop from him. Most of all, he wanted to fuck him through it all until he couldn't take it anymore and filled his ass completely.

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[johnestfellow]

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It wasn’t like John had been fucked a lot or anything, but he’d never been fucked like this.

The rawness of it, the force, it was more than he’d ever felt, his mind blanking as stars covered the insides of his eyelids.

“Oh, fuck, Kronk…” he exhaled as Kronk’s moan turned to words, praising him and allowing his release, and John did exactly what he was told. His breath shuddered as he came hard, his muscles twitching and tightening as Kronk continued to stroke and fuck him through his orgasm. His breaths turned to moans, which turned to whimpers as it seemed like every last drop was squeezed from him.

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[johnestfellow]

Don't Make Me Beg || De Vilington

[johnestfellow]

He had been putting this off for far too long. He couldn't anymore. He had to do something.

He needed his job with Cruella. And he had already been getting more than a cold shoulder from her since everything transpired. For too long, John had been too afraid to reach out. But when he checked his bank account, he knew he needed to make amends.

John held his breath as he knocked on the door, her favorite [Name Redacted] order in hand. As soon as the door opened, he started talking before she could slam it.

"Mrs. De Vil, hello," he said quickly, holding the drink out to her. "I brought you your usual. I was wondering, may I come in? I would love to have a talk with you, if you're not too busy."

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[kronk-cooks]

Consequentially Speaking || Jonk

[johnestfellow]

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The smack was new. It made his mind freeze for a moment, unsure how to react. Heat flooded his face; he couldn’t quite figure out if he was shocked or aroused or both.

There was a conflict in his mind as some part of him wanted to ask him not to do that again while another part was ready to beg for him to do it harder.

He didn’t ponder the emotional dichotomy of spanking for too much longer as Kronk pressed his fingers inside him. John let out a groan, arching into the feeling. There wasn’t the same need for warming him up as there usually was. He’d already been properly stretched. Now there was nothing but pure pleasure as he took Kronk’s fingers. They weren’t there for long though. It wasn’t needed, so why waste time.

A hum of pleasure left him as he felt the chef’s cock press against his entrance. The heat and smoothness of skin on skin made him shiver, his knees drifting slightly further apart to open himself up more.

As the other man pressed into his ass, John couldn’t breathe. Anyone who said there wasn’t a difference in feeling was fucking lying he quickly realized. Maybe some of it was mental, just knowing Kronk was inside him raw, the two of them closer than they’d ever been, that made all of this hotter and feel that much better.

Or it just did feel better like this.

He clenched around him, holding him deeper, the heat blooming through every inch of his body. He moaned at the praise, relaxing to let Kronk in deeper until he felt his thighs against his ass.

“You fill my ass so well,” he breathed in response. “I don’t know how tight it’ll stay if I keep letting you take me like this.”

Kronk’s hands moved up his shoulders and John enjoyed the touch. He enjoyed it even more when he gripped his shoulders tight and used that to fuck him harder. Pulling him back as he thrust his cock deeper. Each thrust got a breathless moan from John as he was fucked harder.

“Yes…” he writhed in his grip as his own pleasure grew, Kronk’s words sending his mind into a spiral as he attempted to focus on them. “I do… oh, fuck, Kronk—yes!” He whimpered as his own cock began begging for attention.

“fuck, you’re so hot. That feels so fucking good, Kronk—“ he moaned, doing his best to press as close to the contact as possible, the sound of their flesh slapping together driving him almost as mad as the feeling of Kronk’s bare cock ramming as deep as it could into him.

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[kronk-cooks]

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Kronk moaned with his thrusts, hands keeping at John's shoulders as his hips pressed forward and smacked against his ass repeatedly, not letting up until they were both exhausted and he could fill John's ass with his cum.

John's words only made him pick up the pace, relentlessly fucking him as deep as possible as his cock throbbed and swelled inside him. His eyes wanting to close from how good his ass felt, warm and tight around him, but he wanted to watch the man under him writhe and whine.

"Yeah, that's it... take my cock..." Kronk breathed out between labored breaths, his own words helping to push him even more towards his release. His one hand was still keeping hold of his shoulder as the other ran down his back and then over John's hip to grasp the cock that hung between his thighs. His thrusts making John fuck himself into his fist as he pumped his shaft, "You wanna come so badly, don't you John..."

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[johnestfellow]

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John’s moans were getting lost as he tried to maintain his breath. Each thrust cutting the sound short, leaving desperate airy whimpers to fall from his gaping mouth.

His muscles tightened as he took it all, his arms and shoulders straining and tense as he supported himself.

His eyes were shut tight, brow furrowed as he teetered on that line of pleasure and pain.

Excitement spilled down his spine, following Kronk’s hand as it left his shoulder. Because he knew where it was going. John still gasped as his large hand wrapped firmly around his cock, his mind blanking as his senses were all over taken.

“Oh fuck—“ he whined, that edge nearing faster as he was fucked into Kronk’s grip. “Yes… yes—!” He moaned louder, his cry getting forced out of him the more Kronk rammed into his ass.

“Please—“ he gasped, unable to think or focus as he felt his climax building closer. “I’m so close—please let me cum, let me cum for you I want to so fucking bad.” His cock leaked, making every stroke of Kronk’s fist slicker.

John clenched around his cock. “I can’t— I’m going to cum,” his breath shook more than his arms as he did his best to hold on, his entire body wound taught and ready to burst. “Please. Kronk I— oh god, Kronk…!”

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[kronk-cooks]

Consequentially Speaking || Jonk

[johnestfellow]

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John's breath shuddered as Kronk teased his entrance, his head falling back as he kisssed down his neck. He continued to murmur out pleas the more Kronk's mouth moved, aching as he praised him.

Thankfully, he was lowered to the bed. He was a little surprised he wasn't just dropped; he hadn't expected to be set down so gently.

For a moment, he watched as Kronk coated himself with the lube, the way his cock swelled with each pump of his fist.

He looked up at Kronk's face again, that grin stirring even more inside of him. John did as he was told, turning around. He arched his back, positioning his ass out for the larger man to take. He supported himself on his forearms, his hands already starting to grip the blankets.

"My ass is yours," he breathed, moving his hips side to side ever so slightly. "Take me, Kronk. As much as you want, as hard as you want. I'm yours... Just please... fuck me. I want you--I need you."

[kronk-cooks]

Kronk moaned softly as John's words reached his ears and he took in the way he positioned himself for him, his hand working over his shaft as it hardened and swelled.

He pressed the hand not working himself over to his ass, rubbing across the cheek before giving it a short, firm smack. "That's a good boy. This ass is mine." He repeated with a smirk before the hand that was slick with lube rubbed between his cheeks, making sure his entrance was seen to enough as he pushed three fingers inside him.

He knew he'd just taken his cock like a pro, he could handle it without much prompting, but he still stretched him and coated his inner walls with the lube, only pumping them a few times before removing them from his ass.

Both hands moved to John's hips, guiding them into the position he needed him in so he could give him the fucking he was begging and pleading for. He pressed the tip of his cock against John's ass, groaning at the feeling of John's entrance touching his bare cock without any barriers between them, the anticipation of what it would feel like being buried completely inside him without a condom building.

He pushed his hips forward, notching the head of his cock against his entrance before he pressed forward, hands gripping John's hips to keep his ass in place as he pushed all the way in until he felt John's ass against his hipbones.

The feeling was like nothing else, John warm and pulsing around his cock, clenching and squeezing him. "Good boy. You take my cock so well in this tight ass." His hands slipped to John's back and up his shoulders as he kept himself fully inside him but made no moves to thrust his hips just yet.

His hands came to John's traps and neck, massaging them briefly before he grasped his shoulders for leverage, sinking as deep as possible into him. He waited a moment or two before his hips began to start fast and hard pace, forcing the other man back roughly onto his cock by his shoulders as he felt the smack of his ass against his thighs. "Yeah... you like this?" He thrusted hard, his breathing a bit labored as his hands were gripping at his shoulders, "You like when I make you mine, don't you, John. When you can only feel me and how well I fuck you."

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[johnestfellow]

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The smack was new. It made his mind freeze for a moment, unsure how to react. Heat flooded his face; he couldn’t quite figure out if he was shocked or aroused or both.

There was a conflict in his mind as some part of him wanted to ask him not to do that again while another part was ready to beg for him to do it harder.

He didn’t ponder the emotional dichotomy of spanking for too much longer as Kronk pressed his fingers inside him. John let out a groan, arching into the feeling. There wasn’t the same need for warming him up as there usually was. He’d already been properly stretched. Now there was nothing but pure pleasure as he took Kronk’s fingers. They weren’t there for long though. It wasn’t needed, so why waste time.

A hum of pleasure left him as he felt the chef’s cock press against his entrance. The heat and smoothness of skin on skin made him shiver, his knees drifting slightly further apart to open himself up more.

As the other man pressed into his ass, John couldn’t breathe. Anyone who said there wasn’t a difference in feeling was fucking lying he quickly realized. Maybe some of it was mental, just knowing Kronk was inside him raw, the two of them closer than they’d ever been, that made all of this hotter and feel that much better.

Or it just did feel better like this.

He clenched around him, holding him deeper, the heat blooming through every inch of his body. He moaned at the praise, relaxing to let Kronk in deeper until he felt his thighs against his ass.

“You fill my ass so well,” he breathed in response. “I don’t know how tight it’ll stay if I keep letting you take me like this.”

Kronk’s hands moved up his shoulders and John enjoyed the touch. He enjoyed it even more when he gripped his shoulders tight and used that to fuck him harder. Pulling him back as he thrust his cock deeper. Each thrust got a breathless moan from John as he was fucked harder.

“Yes…” he writhed in his grip as his own pleasure grew, Kronk’s words sending his mind into a spiral as he attempted to focus on them. “I do… oh, fuck, Kronk—yes!” He whimpered as his own cock began begging for attention.

“fuck, you’re so hot. That feels so fucking good, Kronk—“ he moaned, doing his best to press as close to the contact as possible, the sound of their flesh slapping together driving him almost as mad as the feeling of Kronk’s bare cock ramming as deep as it could into him.

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