modern spirits of the city

indie adult smut rp blog. i write mostly kinky and lewd threads.

[modcrnspirits]

map of the world.

hello folks!

Welcome to the blog, yadda-yadda. I'm Vic, 30, he/him. This is a heavily smut-leaning blog, which means most of the stuff here is 18+ and I have a rule of thumbs to try and keep my muses and their relationships above the mark of 21+, stretching to 18 under discussion.

This blog does not make any sense, but still there is some order in the chaos. The muses' stories are just like, weird and they are pretty adaptable, so if you want to play on the chaotic verse of it all, feel free, otherwise I just adapt them.

I am super open to plotting but if you want to check my starters or my wanted plots, feel free to do so!

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muses page & headcanons & rules & kinks & wanted plots

[davidkarofskyindie]

Teo felt an overwhelming sense of pure pride to be selected as Foster’s lucky plaything for the night, to have proven he deserved to be ruined by the rockhard hunk was the greatest thing that the slutty Teo could’ve hoped for. He grinned as he slipped his arms around Foster’s neck, draping them ever so casually around it “Hmm, That audience is in for one hell of a show” he teased with a low lustful moan as he just clung to the other man and put his head on that strong powerful shoulder as he was carried into the party. He could feel the eyes on them as they walked in, the room almost seemed to stand still and the sound dropped away like someone had found a dial and turned down the people in the building. He felt his heart beating a little faster just taking it all in, just knowing that Foster was about to make defiling him into a grand central focus for the party was exhilarating. When he was laid down, his arms stayed wrapped around Foster just out of a need to keep the man close. He kissed back wantonly, letting out soft whimpers with every motion of their mouths until the gorgeous hunk finally pulled back. He nodded a little as he listened to the man, grinning happily as he spoke “... I have no plans on asking you to stop, just like I doubt you’ll wanna stop once you get that big dick in me where it belongs” he said with a fair amount of earned confidence. He licked his lips and moved hismelf around, getting onto his hands and knees so his ass was high as could be. With no shame at all, his face went against the pillow and he reached back to grab onto his thick muscular ass cheeks to pull them apart. His eyes were half open and looking back to Foster, lustfully moaning “Take me hard… take me deep… fuck me like you’ve never fucked a bottom before, I want it so damn har!”

[modcrnspirits]

Unashamedly, Teo did just as he had been told to do as soon as Foster let him go. Climbing on the couch in the middle of the room, bending over and opening his cheeks, exposing himself to the world. "What a fucking slut." Foster smiled and he could see the two of them had already gathered some attention. Most of his usual guests knew this was generally the best part of the night, when Foster chose a bottom to fuck in front of them all. Everyone stood around, waiting. On Foster side though, he ignored them, his gaze on the red lines around that open hole, the wet gap that reminded him of all the loads he had found inside. He walked to Teo, slapping his cheek with one hand while the other aimed his cock to the right spot. "I bet you feel very soft inside." He said as he put both feet on each side of Teo's body and then mounted him hard, pushing his cock all the way inside that hole, giving him no time to adjust. He barely needed it. That hole seemed to be sucking his cock deeper, as if it wanted to be filled. "Goddamnit." He growled, hands on those thick hips as he started moving his own body, fucking hard, as if he was a dog and Teo was his bitch.

[davidkarofskyindie]

Steve had fully given himself over to his most wicked, lustful thoughts; his overwhelming need to be pounded and used by Bad’r spurred on every motion. He sucked away with all he had, feeling that hot, powerful cock just owning his throat and stretching his mouth to the limit as he eagerly took every inch. His eyes were wide and watering as he just took in the obscenely hot perfect body of the man ruining his throat. He would’ve gleefully done it for as long as the man wanted, stayed there for hours if that was what he had to do, he was so into the eager cocksucking that when that cock was pulled from his mouth he let out a mournful whimper “I know it will” he whispered wantonly, his cheek wet and a little red from the slapping of that cock. He happily got up to his feet, his small firm muscular body as well defined and needy as could be “.... trust me, my hole’s gonna welcome you in with open cheeks. I don’t know how long you’ll be able to be gentle with this” he moaned, turning around and leaning forward against the wall. One hand held him in place while the other reached back to grab his thick ass cheek and pulled it aside just a little to expose his pink needy hole, arching it back just a little “I’m all yours Bad’r… claim that ass!”

[modcrnspirits]

The boy offered himself so willingly, so easily, that Bad'r had nothing to complain about. He watched as he got rid of those pants and showed that hot pink ass, clenching it as if winking an invitation to the musician. Bad'r had gotten the message. It was crystal clear, really. He spit on three of his fingers and rubbed the wetness all over that hole, feeling the warmth and how damp it was from the sweat acumulated from the stage. He took his fingers back to his mouth, licking the middle and another before pushing it against the hole, trying to get in. "Keep that cheek spread. I'm gonna finger fuck your boy pussy first." The dirty word escaped him, he barely thought of what he was talking. He just wanted to spread that hole, make that muscle loose for his cock. "That's it. You like it, don't you? What if I press you right here?" He asked with a grin, biting the boy's shoulder as he tried to separate the two fingers while they were inside that warm hole, stretching the muscle just a bit before rolling his wrist left and then back to the right, poking the inside as if he was learning how to play a new instrument. "Fucking hot inside, aren't you?"

[gallowsheart]

His heart jumped like an electric shock had passed through him when he met Miguel's gaze. He'd always found him attractive, but it was the first indication he'd had that the feeling was mutual. It seemed to stretch for eternity, heightened by the otherworldliness of where they were. It was so close and secluded out here that it felt like a pocket universe, consisting only of the two of them. A little smile pulled at one side of his mouth, a silent acknowledgement of the shared feeling.

It took effort to pull his thoughts back to the conversation at hand, and he moved forward on the path, hiking boots soundless on the soft earth. "Ouch." He gave a sympathetic wince. That had to sting; anyone could be a cop, while Miguel was an expert in his field. His hand was a warm weight at his back as if to guide him, and he leaned slightly into the touch, relaxed under it. Though they'd never had any sort of physical relationship, it felt strangely right.

It was far easier to crumble to familial pressure than it was to forge his own path, but only in the short-term. He'd tried it for short periods, spending the occasional break or internship in his father's office, and he knew he would never survive there. "Thank you. I believe that, but it's nice to be reminded, particularly from someone I admire." The smile he sent over his shoulder was wider and undeniably flirty, but he had no choice but to keep his eyes on the path. The light was getting dimmer as the sun sank toward the trees, and he had to watch his footing.

It was a little brighter ahead, the path opening up into a clearing, and his breath caught at the sight. "Oh, that's lovely." It was the remains of some sort of structure, half the collapsed stones now opening it to the sky. It looked half-held together by the creeping vegetation.

[modcrnspirits]

Maybe it was the haziness and the heat. Maybe it was the dense florest and how wet it was, the air clinging to their skin. Maybe he had just wanted this too, without thinking too much of it, like something carnal that his brain hadn't registered. Whatever the case it was, Miguel was enjoying touching and guiding his student far too much. And the deeper into the woods they went, the looser the restraints he had were.

Harrison did nothing to stop him and that only made things harder to resist. When he said he admired Miguel, the other almost felt like he was going to do it right there. Luckily the trees started to grow farther apart and suddenly they had a beautiful view of the forest and the ruins of the city they were studying.

"Impressive, right?" He asked, hand still on Harrison's lower back, as if the other really needed his touch to keep himself steady. His eyes wandered around the ruins and then stopped to watch the boy's face, how his curious gaze took the view. "And to think no one lives around anymore. No one comes here. We discovered this by pure accident, you know? In the end, we are quite alone here. Just you, me and the ruins."

[sturmboe]

Suddenly the actual lesson behind this task seemed minuscule with Florian taking over most of the work, definitely much quicker than Nat could ever be while both of them had eyes for one another. Much less stolen glances than they were lingering, like their gazes could drink up whatever they laid on. Both of them seemed to feel the same pull, although the younger man was much more obvious about it in his expression than Florian was with lingering touches. "That sounds like a bonus treat. Playing on the beach just how we were born." Not to say that there would be playing, maybe they would meditate like the younger did so often alone yet - the mood felt different. Exciting. Either way he had yearned to get to know the leader of this retreat for quite a while now, regardless how enlightening it had been until then. In the end he did grab one of the stacks again as well, the hay poking into firm skin as he carried it over to the others, safe from any oncoming storm in the next weeks once the summer said its goodbyes. They would have to cherish the time on the beach later on, simmering in the sun with whatever the older man had planned. "I can adapt, I don't mind taking it all off while you don't go easy on me." Dark eyes glanced over once he felt that touch once more, laughter played into his voice at the silly innuendo even if there was a shimmer of something more sparking in his eyes. Nothing to linger on while there was still work to do. And Nat could work hard, even if it was not his favorite thing to do. Only when he felt his back injury did he go easier on himself, the rush certainly not good for the actual reason he had come to this place from the start. "Do you do that with everyone, a private session. Or only those who caught your eye?" Was there a need to hide his curiosity or to not voice his thought out loud? Nat only ever censored himself when it would be beyond inappropriate but - Florian seemed relaxed. The kind of man he could be at easy around.

[modcrnspirits]

The question hit him unprepared, but it did not faze him. Florian rolled his shoulders. The pile was much smaller now - the work was basically finished. On the rush to go to the beach, he had definitely facilitated the whole thing, taking most of it in his hands and moving about with ease, as if nothing could really bother him when he had a clear plan in his mind. And someone like Nat right under his eyes. "Well, every man has his favorites." He shrugged the question off with a smile, leaning over the bigger pile, the one that was in the rightful place. "Besides, I have seen most of them naked. But I haven't seen you yet. So I think I must correct this."

Florian started to clean his hands, slapping them a bit against his thighs and then his shirt. Once he thought it was enough, he put both on his hips, eyes always lingering a little too long over Nat. "Come along now. We both need to freshen up. And the sun is still high." He left the things as they were. It was one of the perks of being a leader. And at that point, he couldn't care less what would happen to the farm or the world. His main reason to be existed somewhere between his legs and it aimed at Nat.

"Now, since I did most of the work back there, I only assume you will want to thank me properly." He gave the other a smirk as he walked out of the barn and walked down the little path that would take them from the farm to the ocean, just a kilometer or so away. "Don't worry. I have some ideas in mind. Nothing that will make you exercise this hard, but you will definitely sweat a bit."

[dearxeden]

Cassius caught himself staring longer than he should, steel-blue eyes tracing the firelight as it danced across Alois’s frame. The silence between them was thick, weighted with everything left unspoken since that kiss. And when Alois finally spoke, Cass felt the jolt all over again. His pulse hadn’t settled since the forest, and now, watching him strip down to nothing but a thin shirt and underwear, it was downright impossible. Cass had peeled off his own uniform as well, letting it hang around his hips, a tight T-shirt clinging to his torso as he watched the fire. He kept a respectful distance from Alois’s Growlithe, knowing the creature would keep a close eye on them.

“Change my mind?” Cass scoffed, though his voice came out lower, rougher than he intended. His hand lingered near the Pokéball at his belt or was it over the massive bulge straining in his pants? Cass wasn’t sure, but he knew Alois was going to figure him out soon enough. His gaze never wavered from the older researcher. “You think I’d follow you all this way just to back out at the tent?” His arrogance returned, fueled by the temptation that made him forget his nerves. Rising from the fire, he walked toward Alois, who had opened the tent for him to slip inside. Cass stopped right in front of him, a devious smirk tugging at his lips. “You might find out in here that I’m a hardworking man. But don’t tell anybody else.” He winked before ducking inside.

[modcrnspirits]

Cassius came in. He did it so slowly, or maybe that it was how it felt. Alois was on edge, he could feel it on his skin, on the hairs in his arms. On the way he was breathing. This tension hung to him, squeezed something in his chest. He let out a long breathe once Cass finally entered the tent and then he let it closed. He knew his Growlithe would announce any new pokemon. Until then, they were safe to do this. The space there was tight - it hardly fit one person. For two, they really needed to be very close together. That was why his leg was already touching Cass' leg, their knees rubbing, almost in a play of innocence.

"You better. I will still have to make a report when we are back. And if you don't make me happy-" He let the threat in the air, but dismissed it as a joke with a smile as he moved over Cass, his body like that of a wild animal, moving over his prey. His face was close to Cass' face, their lips ready to touch. "Lucky for you I tend to be a very good teacher."

[smokecut]

Andrew’s pleading words painted a triumphant smirk upon the Pope’s lips. He could sense the desire even amidst the shaky, ashamed tone of his subordinate. With all pretence abandoned, Angel chuckled, the husky, hearty sound reverberating around the tight confines of the confession booths, lilting across the barrier to Andrew’s ears. “How could I possibly refuse when you’re clearly so consumed with your need for me,” he taunted, tone light and teasing. As he spoke, Angel felt his cock stirring against his finely tailored robes. The confession and his growing desire sparked a sudden, filthy fantasy in the Holy Father’s mind. “Step out and enter my side,” he said suddenly, tone sharply commanding. “You want me, you filthy slut? You will kneel at my feet and show me just how badly you want me.” 

@modcrnspirits

[modcrnspirits]

On his side, Andrew froze. There they are, the object of desire and the foolish sinner who couldn't control himself. Andrew knew he couldn't do anything except obey. And yet, shame mounted over his shoulders, pressing him against the wood. He wanted to move, but he hesitated briefly, holding his breath, wishing he was someone else. Wishing that it didn't feel so bad to want this too. He moved his hands, touching his forehead, his chest and then his shoulders before stepping out of his booth and moving fast, like a thief in the night, into Angel' booth. He entered and the small space almost suffocted immediately. He kneeled, avoiding the Pope's eyes and feeling his own cock throbbing inside his pants. "Holy Father, forgive me. I have wanted you for so long." His hands worked through robes, pants and fancy clothes. He wasted no time on the cloths. He was consumed by the need for that cock. He freed it and in the half light, searched for it with his mouth, closing it around the girth, taking a few inches all at once. He had had wet dreams in which he had sucked many cocks. But reality was much better. He felt he could cum right then and there. But he didn't explode. Instead, he started moving his head back and forth, getting more inches in and then leaving then all wet with his saliva.

[problematiqce]

Star smiled at the other and and watched as the man glanced around the park, looking for some place for the two of them to run off to. "Hm... I don't think you have to worry about the bear. I might want to cuddle him occasionally, but if I had to pick between the two of you, I'm picking you every single time." He leaned up and pecked the older man gently, having to lean in even more with the large bear stuck between their bodies.

As the other lead him away, Star beamed brightly and followed. It wasn't long until they were finally hidden away, once again pressed up against each other. He looked up at the other with a bright grin and leaned into all of his touches. "Are you going to eat me out here at the park? What if someone would see us? We could get in a lot of trouble." Though the grin on his face made it clear he didn't care so long as he was with the man.

[modcrnspirits]

Marco held the other in his arms, watching his smile and also his eyes, the way they glanced around, worry clashing against desire. He laughed at the question, pulling their bodies closer together. "Oh, pretty thing, there's no bigger trouble than me in this park." Without waiting for more protests, he turned Star around, holding him by the waist, pushing him gently against one of the walls. That would have to be enough cover for the two of them. Besides, he had seem his men around - he knew they were still there, watching his back. If they were doing their job right, at least one of the ways to that secluded spot would have been closed by their big frames.

"Now." He kissed Star's neck, then right another kiss, under his earlobe. "Let me get my prize for my hard work." He teased as his fingers worked on Star's pants, unzipping and slowly pulling it down.

[cxncordia]

Archer smirked as Felix clung to him, his grip tightening around the boy's body. He loved the feeling of having a pretty young thing in his arms, especially one so innocent and pure. He couldn't wait to corrupt him, to make him his own personal toy. He carried him all the way up to the castle, the grand structure looming over them like a beacon in the darkness. He smirked as Felix clung to him, his grip tightening around the boy's body. He couldn't wait to corrupt him, to make him his own personal toy. He held him close to him all the way up to the highest tower, the grand structure looming over them like a beacon in the darkness.

As they landed on one of the balconies, Archer couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in claiming Felix as his own. The boy was truly beautiful, his soft skin and gentle features a stark contrast to his own rough hands and scarred body. He loved the way Felix clung to him, his innocence evident in his every movement. He couldn't wait to break him, to watch that innocence melt away with each new experience. He set him down on the floor and then lifted his chin up to look at him, a smirk on his face. "No, I don't live here. We live here, my little lamb." He whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against his lips. "I want you to feel at home, to explore your new surroundings. But first, you must tell me how you want to be pleasured." He said, caressing the boy's neck. "Tonight you will get to explore many things, not only the castle, but the ways you will become my new Wife. You will be my companion, my lover, my plaything. All of these things are yours to choose."

[modcrnspirits]

Floating above the clouds, Felix felt that he was reaching out for his freedom. He hadn't had a particular bad life, not really. But the Elders have always made sure that he was pure until he was old enough to be sacrificed. Underneath that innocence that his father and the others had pushed on him existed a bubbling, boiling fever, ready to burst out. There were many things he had never been able to do, but the mind was a strange thing. In his mind, he often dreamed of the carnal pleasures he had been denied. In his mind, he knew that night he would be ravished - if it meant a death, at least it would be a sweet one. He clung to Archer at that though, a brief shiver running over his spine as his feet finally landed on hard stone.

And then he was taken by the proposal. And by the question. With big eyes, he looked at Archer, thinking. The words were at the tip of his tongue, but for his whole life he had been taught not to say those things. At first, he thought of playing coy, letting it be. But then he put a hand on Archer's chest, feeling his muscles under the fancy clothes the man wore. "I want you to give me all the pleasure I have been denied. I- don't know about these things. I have never done them, but I have heard about my duties to you. To apease you." He gulped, hands going down from the chest to the abs and then further south. "However, if I am to truly be sacrificed, then I want you to give me a night I can take with me to the afterlife. Don't live anything out. I'll be your wife, but I want you to fuck me as if I was a whore."

[modcrnspirits]

ooc!

another quick reminder that i am more often playing here (rhapsodc) nowadays. i am trying to come here every now and again to go on with my drafts, but yeah, i am prioritizing the other blog now.

[yourfilthymuses]

Leo’s lips curved into a slow smile, his breath brushing warmly against the man’s cheek. He lingered there, close enough that their noses nearly touched, eyes locked with an intensity that left no space for doubt.

“I don’t just want to fuck you,” he murmured, his voice low and velvet. “I want to take my time with you. To feel every bit of you opening up for me, little by little.”

His fingertips traced over the man’s chest, circling the damp peaks his mouth had left tingling, before sliding lower—deliberate, teasing, never rushing.

“I’ll be gentle,” Leo promised, leaning in so his lips barely grazed the other’s ear. “But I’ll also make sure you know how badly I’ve wanted this… wanted you.”

He pulled back only far enough to let his gaze flicker down his body, then return upward, heated and unyielding. “All you have to do is let me.”

[modcrnspirits]

Alois gulped. He could barely breathe, being fair. The way Leo spoke, he felt as if he was being enchanted somehow. Things were changing too fast, he could barely keep up. At least his mind couldn't. His body seemed ready, cock hard, throbbing and jerking by itself at each point the other raised.

Eventually, Alois nodded.

"But will I get to fuck you too?" He asked in a soft voice, deep still, but almost like a whisper. His hand moved to grab Leo's side, not letting that body escape from his arms. He wanted it too - somehow, ever since they started drinking on the bar below, he had been waiting for that goal to happen. He was close to it.

"Your ass is too perfect for me to miss the opportunity." He added, moving a little so he was rolling on top of Leo, hands on each side of the other's body, his legs working so he could spread Leo's legs apart. He wanted to be closer than that. Even more. His face was inches away from the other's face, their nose almost touching.

"Come on, say you want it."

[thereallordphoenix]

He began to eat. The meal was good, unfortunately not enough to take his mind off the odd situation he found himself in. He'd felt odd all his life. Then the fairies came, and he finally felt there was a place for him in the world. But the people he belonged to were never affiliated with any deity, and so they were defeated by the rival clan. If it was Orion's help they needed, then Holden's place would be in his lair, giving him pleasure. "And you don't have the power to grant immortality to mortals?" he asked after swallowing a spoonful. "Fairies aren't immortal on their own, but from what I've been told, I can bind my soul to yours, and then your eternity would be shared with me," he explained, though as he said the last part, he realized it sounded more romantic than it had in his mind.

He listened attentively to the larger male's words. "Good to know such a beautiful form isn't a mere disguise." Perhaps he'd been thinking too loudly, which was why his cheeks had taken on a slight tinge of pink. "Those clothes fit you very well, I must say." Not that the clothes were too tight, but in the fairy's eyes, Orion was a big man. The fabric didn't hide his powerful arms, and there was also the bulge that caught the attention of those blue eyes. Holden liked big boys, after all. As he ate, his imagination began to work. He pictured the other's naked body. What snapped him out of his reverie was something cold in his pants. "Oh my," he whispered softly. He didn't need to think long to deduce that it was slick coming from his rear end. After all, he was starting to get aroused just thinking about the body of the superior being in front of him.

"They want your help, and yes, they want some of our offspring to be part of our people." He felt bad speaking so coldly about his own future children, who hadn't even been conceived. He was already finishing his plate. "I did some research on you and your pantheon before I came…" Although it was still strange for Holden to think of anyone other than Hashem as God, "Is there anything else about God I should know before you take me?" He swallowed the last bite of food and wiped himself with his napkin.

[modcrnspirits]

Something in the other almost made him feel impatient. The food in his plate was good, but again, not enough to make him actually take his mind away from the other's presence. And his body. Orion thought he was being a little bit more discreet than Holden - from the fairy's side, he could feel those eyes on him, longing. And filled with desire too. A raw type of it, since it belonged only to the physical aspect, for now. Still, he felt the same type of curiosity, but he tried to conceal it a bit more. That was until he got a feel of something else. A scent in the air. Discreet to human noses, but not for him. Excitment and something else too.

His mouth twisted into a smile.

And then Holden confirmed the expectations with a simple 'oh my' before adjusting himself and changing course. The question that followed was barely registered by Orion. He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "There are only things you shall discover by yourself once you come with me to my bed." He put that hand down, fork and knife left by the plate. He was hungry for something else now. He drank a bit from his cup of coffee and then let it go too, making a sign for the waitress to come to them.

"It may seem forward of me, but, would you like me to bring you to my place, Holden?"

[spellbindingnights]

His hand encouraged him to go further, to take him deeper. Finn practically forgot about the other men around them and let the pleasure take over. "Fuck... that's it, such a good boy, aren't you?" He murmured, his eyelids closed and his head fell backwards. Finn moaned, unable to stop himself. His hand gently pushing Charles' head back and forth, over and over.

When he pulled away, he had to appreciate the mess that he was. He leaned over and kissed him back. "There you go... fuck, keep going, baby... make sure I'm ready to fuck that hole of yours..." the way he wanted people to watch, to witness how he and Charles belonged to each other. To see how he claimed his man and made sure everyone knew that he was the only one able to do so.

[modcrnspirits]

Charles felt a shiver running up his spine. There was something so deep in the way Finn talked to him, it reached him in places that only made the fire in his guts worse. He groaned in that kiss, desperate to please the man that was calling him baby. When he pulled away from that tongue, he looked at Finn with big, pleading eyes. Yes. He definitely would love to be fucked in the ass right there, in front of the whole world if he had his way.

His tongue ran over the shaft, from the tip down to the base. He wanted it all, He got one ball in his mouth, his nose right beneath the hard cock, sniffing the scent hidden under the smell of the pool. He let go of the ball, tongue running up, following the darker line under the shaft until he had that cock in his mouth again, burying it all the way he could down his throat until his lips were closed around the base.

[cxncordia]

With every thrust of his hips, Addison could feel the tip of his cock hit the back of Gunther's throat, causing him to gag slightly but never stop moving. His pace quickened, his grip on the other's hair tightening as he fucked his face relentlessly. Addison had always loved the sight of someone choking on his cock, and Gunther was no exception. The boy looked marvelous! Those big blue eyes, those flushed cheeks, that messy hair - it was almost as if he was born for it.

Addison's fingers raked the boy's luscious hair, his golden locks soft and silky against his skin. He grabbed a handful of it and pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at him with those watery eyes. "You like sucking my cock, boy?" he asked, his voice deep and husky. "You like feeling me inside you, filling your mouth, making you choke?" The assault continued, with Addison directing Gunther's lips back and forth over his length, forcing him to take in every inch of him.

"Fuck, you're so good," he groaned, feeling his orgasm building inside him. "You're such a good boy." With one last thrust, he buried his cock in Gunther's throat, holding his head in place for a few seconds. As much as he wanted to finish in his mouth, he knew that was not the best way to start the morning. Addison wanted to feel Gunther's tight ass clench around his cock, to hear him moan and cry out in pleasure as he fucked him senseless. And so, with one last thrust, he pulled out of his mouth, leaving a trail of spit and precum dribbling down his chin. "Get your ass up here. I want you to ride me," he said as he sat up on the bed, his erection throbbing and ready for action.

[modcrnspirits]

Spit spread down the shaft but slid down to Addison's crotch too. His own face was a mess, to be fair. Red cheeks and watery eyes were one thing, but the saliva too had left marks on his cheeks and nose. By the time Addison's rhythm increased, it was not only the sounds his throat made that were wet. Gunther was all stained by that action and he fucking loved it.

In his best interest, he tried offering almost no resistance. Some of his gagging did slowed Addison down a little, but they were involuntary. Gunther wanted that cock to use him. To fuck his throat deep. He had started it but now he wanted Addison to finish it. When that last thrust finally hit the back of his throat, he was held there and time seemed to slow down, each second slipping through until he was all red on the face, the veins on his throat bulging as he tried to get some air. He felt his fingers tightening their grip on Addison's thighs. And then he was released, with more saliva and precum flowing from his lips to that big cock.

"Fuck." He managed to moan as he tried to catch his breathe, looking at that beautiful body all for him. He put his tongue out, licking from Addison's pubes up to his abs, chest, licking around one of the nipples before he passed a leg around the other's waist, sitting with his perky ass right over the hard wet cock, grinding against it, feeling it stretching a bit his crack, touching his tiny pucker. "Yes, Sir." He finally let out in a rushed breath, one hand moving back, holding the hard cock between his fingers and positioning it to his hole. "May I sit in your face first though? Maybe you can help lube it up a little?" He asked that while pushing his hips down a bit, feeling his hole clenching at the big head trying to enter it.

[cxncordia]

Smiling, Alejo watched the man slowly drag his zipper down, the metal teeth clicking as he revealed more and more of his cock. He was already erect, eager for Griffin's touch, and he groaned in delight as the man leaned down to rub his nose against his crotch. He knew it was an unusual thing to do, but Griffin didn't seem bothered by it in the slightest. He made sure to close his eyes and focus his body to start pumping his blood, and with that, to start building up heat in his body so he could give Griffin some warmth.

The underwear soon was pulled down and his cock sprang free in all of it's majesty. He could see the admiration in Griffin's eyes, and it was enough to make his cock twitch with excitement. He watched as Griffin continued sniffing the base of his girth, a drop of precum glistening on the tip. "Do you want to taste it?" Alejo asked, his own eyes hooded with lust. "Let me show you how it's done."

He pulled the man forward, wrapping his fist around the back of his head and guiding him towards the tip of his cock. It was a delectable sight, and his mouth watered as he imagined the feel of that man's lips around his throbbing dick.

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He felt no shame in the act of it. Griffin truly enjoy that scent. In Alejo, it was faint, but delicious, even better that way. His nose caressed the bulge on that underwear and then the sides of the leg as he felt that hard cock rubbing against his cheek. He let out a soft groan, a purr that rolled up his throat and made him close his eyes and just take in that scent. Deeper.

He nodded at the question, feeling a hand on the back of his head, fingers tugging at his short hair. Griffin opened his lips and let the cock touch his tongue. The tip of it leaving the precum right on top of it, spreading the taste immediately. He closed his lips around the head and started to suck on it, drinking the precum he could pull from that. And then he moved his head further, letting inch by inch invade him and take space in him.

Alejo's cock seemed to spread the sides of his jaw, pushing his limits a little more. He put both hands on the man's thighs, needing to hold himself somewhere as he started bobbing his head, back and forth, taking more inches each time he was going back at it.

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[dearxeden]

Admittedly, Dorian always had an eye on Carlos, whether he was watching him or not. Maybe it was part of protecting himself, never giving too much away to a stranger. But, if he was honest, part of him liked being watched, liked being devoured by those eyes. At the very least, it meant Carlos might be one of the good ones, genuinely offering him a break and a cold shower. Either way, both were very much needed.

Dorian glanced around the house as he stepped inside, following the hall until he reached the kitchen, where he set down the heavy load of groceries from the market. He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulder back, the heat still clinging to his skin. At least the sun wasn’t burning him alive anymore. He tried to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but it didn’t help much. The corners of his lips curled as Carlos joined him. Fortunately, the older man didn’t shy away from physical contact. Lucky for him. Dorian chuckled, glancing down at him. “I think you’re right. It feels like the heat outside turned into a second skin,” he said. Without hesitation, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his lean physique. His hands moved to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping before pausing.

“Where’s the shower again? Or maybe you could just hose me down outside. I don’t want to make your beautiful home any dirtier…” He bit his lower lip, feigning innocence, almost hesitant about his own behavior. For the moment, he used his hands to keep his pants up, while also concealing the growing bulge beneath them.

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"oh boy."

Carlos had not planned the words to be said like that. He had imagined them, hoped that they would have stayed in his mind as the clothes came off. But Dorian definitely took him by surprise as right there in the kitchen he pulled the shirt off and showed off his body. Even the sweat clinging to his skin made Carlos' mouth water. He really didn't want to be the strange, dirty old man. But standing there with his mouth open in a silent oh, he felt every bit dirty.

So he tried and clean his throat. "You won't dirty anything up, don't worry." He chuckled, but his eyes were no longer looking at Dorian's handsome face. They lingered in the line of his waist, right where the pants and underwear had been slightly pulled down to reveal a tender, lighter color of his skin. He looked at it expecting the pants to go too. He felt his own cock stirring, awakening in his shorts. His hands were quickly on his pockets, trying to cover up the damage.

"The guest bathroom is just down the hall. Second door to your left." Carlos still didn't look up. At least, not immediately. Only after the silence that followed his words and when he looked up, it was just with a movement of his eyes. "Leave the clothes here. Or I-" He cleared his throat again. He really wanted to look elsewhere, but his eyes did not obey. They went over the perky nipples, its darker shade over the skin of that chest. "-go there and just leave them out. I pick it up once you give it. If you are shy, I mean."