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Independent RP Blog for Khalid Nassour

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as Khalid leans back, Bart leans forward to meet him, trying to stay pressed up against him as much as possible . slipping back into that space of being desperate and needy, craving more attention and more praise and more touch .

he pants quietly at the touches, hips now weakly bucking in slow circles . he’s fully worked up again now, speedster recovery period finally kicking in . he yelps softly at being pulled by the hair to look at him, but when their gazes meet, his eyes are filled with nothing but want . more praise, more being told what to do, more being manhandled by those strong arms —

bart whines, legs shifting open wider where he’s sat in the other’s lap, his form subtly vibrating for a moment from excitement . “ I wanna be yours . “ he says quickly, drunk on the dominant energy, “ I c - can be good for you . please … ? “ an ask and not a demand .

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"You're so eager to please."

There was a moment where a twinge of guilt had betrayed his dominant features, just the faintest worry that maybe he was coming on a bit far too strong. But it's all washed away by the coming waves of desire that come over him. The way those perfect hips lift and roll so needily.

He can feel his muscles flex as his fingers nearly clench into that rough grip he's got on Bart's hair. Eyes fixate on Bart's while he desperately pleas to be indulged. A needing haze fills Bart's, but Khalid's are fixed, focused. The grin as hungry as his body was for Bart again.

Pulling Bart forward, letting him lean just out of reach of his lips. "I think a good boy like you deserves a nice treat. Think you're capable?" All of his presence practically lives on autopilot, his own addiction crawling forth when he further indulges this need in him.

"Be a good boy. Taste me."

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that challenge in Khalid’s tone ends a shiver down his spine immediately . the quite literal assertion of dominance makes him feel that much more weak, makes him press his face into his neck more firmly . his hips squirm in his lap now, trying not to get completely worked up over feather-light touches and praise in his ear .

the soft squeeze to his sensitive thigh and the promise of his continued control is almost enough to make him needy all over again, breath hitching and hot against the other man’s skin .

“ Khalid … “ he whines again . “ oh, my god that’s — so hot . really really hot . “ he babbles before he can stop himself, all but admitting his eagerness . “ you’re — you’re gonna drive me crazy with that . “ he says near inaudibly .

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Every motion of his hand is much more sensual than the roughness they'd met each other with before. Fingers gliding so cherishingly along every soft and delicate curve of the flesh. Rewarding his bearing himself to the newly found dominance with assertive kneading at his welcoming body, gripping his pert little rear.

"I think I like the idea of you being mine." Khalid hums, leaning back against the wall once again. Eyes a lidded haze of want, Bart could very much probably already feel Bart's own excitement swell at the idea of dominating Bart like this. He might have one or two more left in him.

"Obviously you can still do and have all that fun you have elsewhere, it's not fair for me to come in and take all that from everyone else, but at the end of the day?" A harsher grip on his rear, Khalid's hands tangling to grip at Bart's hair, pull him back just enough to where their eyes can meet. The grin is devious, the eyes burning.

"Long as you're a good boy, I have no problem rewarding that."

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he relaxes into the warm hand on his face, head falling against it as he sighs into the soft touch . for a moment, Bart closes his eyes to fully drink in the affection, the current sweet moment of being held and appreciated and seen .

he’s still flustered, especially when he blinks open his eyes and still sees Khalid eyeing him fondly . Bart can’t keep his gaze on Khalid for too long, undeserving of looking at him, of any of the praise .

“ th - thank you … “ he says quietly, smiling . “ you, um — m - made me feel really amazing . it was all really amazing, a - and so is this . “ he squirms in Khalid’s lap a little, heat bleeding into the rest of his body .

“ now cut it out before you get me going again . “ he teases, face hiding back against the other man’s neck .

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"I think I'll do what I like." A delightful little dare to his tone. Embracing this new aspect of himself that Bart's submissiveness seemed to ignite at the core of his being. There's a comfort in doing it just as much in the softer moment like this as there is when he's got the man bent over--

But the warmth is very much a sign that Bart is enjoying it just as much as he was. It's as telling as any other part of the physical reaction that the speedster has from any of the other things Khalid's done to ignite desperate need in him.

"I think a good boy like you, who does such a great job, deserves all the praise I can give." The ends of his fingers drag so slowly down Bart's spine, his other hand doing an equally alluring dance up the thighs, giving a squeeze of ownership.

"You're so good, and I can't wait to make you so obedient."

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the gentle kisses elicit a pleased hum, gentle and content . the closer they get, the more small touches Bart receives, the more he feels like he doesn’t want to pull away . he just wants to stay here, be kissed and touched and fucked and praised . maybe they could — time was on their side, right ?

bart slowly pries his face from being hidden against Khalid, face still burning brightly . and his flustered expression only intensifies, bashful laugh escaping and eyes averting .

“ Khalid … “ he whispers softly, feeling a small wave of heat hitting him when ‘good boy’ hits his ears again . “ I’m — not all that . “ he laughs again nervously, kissing the other man’s lips appreciatively .

“ you’re the one who’s — who’s so amazing . you’re — really — great . “ and he’s stuttering and making a total fool of himself . damn his praise weakness .

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Bart pulls back, and stumbles so nervously through his own batch of bashfully delivered compliments. All Khalid can do is grin from ear to ear. He admires Bart for the forwardness without fear, for the embracing of the could be possibilities without flinching. Not even thinking about all of the terrifying potentialities that Khalid could see with the helmet.

"No, Bart..." His strong weathered fingers move to cradle the more lithe man's face, so tenderly stroking his soft features with a soul full of admiration. Then soft gilded eyes exploring every line of Bart's face, committing this moment to memory, hoping that no matter how fleeting it is, he can enjoy this memory.

"You're a beautiful soul. I just met you and you've changed my perspective on so many things..." Enjoying the moment seemed so much more pleasurable than worrying about the future... The lesson itself was impermanent, and he'd surely slip into old anxieties in the future, but they were here now.

"Not to mention you take me so well, like you were made for me." A perfect fit. The gentle praise are merged with the filth adjoining the afterglow of their previous several moments.

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another purr emerges from Bart’s throat as he nuzzles closer . the soft touches on his bare sides start to soothe the exhaustion and excitement still buzzing across his skin, replaced by comfortable warmth . something he can sit in, relax against .

“ I’m glad too . ‘fast’ is — kinda my thing . I don’t like wasting time, especially not on good things . “ Bart’s face is alight with a deep blush . it seems like the smallest of compliments is enough to fluster him just as much as anything they’ve done thus far . shyly he tucks his face into Khalid’s shoulder .

“ … and I’m not cute . “ he mumbles, smile in his voice . “ you’re cute . “

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It's a misstep on Bart's part. Letting the fact that compliments and praise get him so adorably thrown into this bashful little blushing vision of beauty. He is so grandiose in his appearance to Khalid that he buries himself to the throat of the man, for fear if he perceived him too much he may fade away. So tenderly kissing that exposed flesh, pulling the man just that little bit closer for the warmth and comfort of his presence.

"No, really. You're cute, Bart. You're cute, you're sweet-- And honestly? The best sex I've ever had in my life." He gets a devious little glint in his eye, humming just that faintest bit. "You were such a good boy for me."

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@fatedmystic

kent vc: its alright, they're not too bad once you get to know them. But for gods' sake never in a million years should you ever-- [teleports away]

"I should never wh-- Uncle Kent?" Panic.

"Uncle Kent????"

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me, where my only two ships in existence for khalid so far have been

a femme to masc nb oc

and Bart

me vc: does khalid is gay?

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Kent was a kid when he became doctor fate

so was eric

linda is a p*do and cunt we don't talk about her

inza lived in the life for decades with kent

Jared was a mercenary and clearly not bothered by the idea of magic or oddities

hector was born to mystic reincarnating superheroes, and he himself was suddenly reincarnated when he became doctor fate

kent v. was drowning in his sorrows, his misery, anything seemed better than laying in the trash, filming bum fight videos for a dollar

Ben-Hassin was living in an ending world, knew of his heritage and sought it out directly

Khalid was an adult. He was grown, detached from all of the bullshit. He is having such a hard time adjusting to all of the nonsense of Doctor Fate. His anxiety and depression are at such a miserably overwhelming all time high. He wanted to be a doctor, he wanted to save people, and in some ways he's still doing that, but he went from thinking he knew what his future held to seeing all possible outcomes of it in a breath.

Everyone else was more malleable or already immersed in this shit when they took the mantle, but Khalid is just a guy.

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Bart grins back and quickly snatches the phone into his hands . his contact is put in at lightning speed, his contact name having a couple red hearts . once he’s done he sets the phone aside and practically jumps into Khalid’s bare lap, pressing their lips together in an enthusiastic kiss .

his fingers cup the back of Khalid’s head, the kiss more warm and affectionate that the heated kisses they’ve shared before . a deep kiss fueled by a passionate fondness rather than lust .

he pulls back, big smile on his face and cheeks glowing pink . “ you have time to cuddle a little ? “ he asks softly, arms loosely around his broad shoulders .

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The sudden motion of his smaller frame leaping into his lap nearly takes him off guard, the crashing lips aren't met with surprise, but rather a reciprocation. A gentle and loving kiss, while his own hands so tenderly roll along the sides of his speedster partner. Admiration and affection alight in those dark eyes flecked with mystic gold.

"Well, I don't see Inza here yet. So, I'd say I've got a minute or two." A warm feeling swells up in his heart whilst it pounds wildly in his chest. Leaning up just that slightest bit to press their foreheads together. Khalid's nose taking the gentle initiative to brush against Bart's.

"You're cute, you know that? I don't know how this happened so fast, but I'm glad I got here early if it meant I met you--" Sentimental, they just met. But Khalid had a thing about enjoying the fleeting transience of a beautiful life. Spending most of his time languishing in an overwhelming stupor of depression, anxious of all the possibilities laid out before him-- Bart represented the unknown.

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❝ okay, nevermind . I’m gonna get on my knees now — ❞

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"If you're thinking I'll stop you--"

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❝ you underestimate how dumb i am . please explain in extreme detail . ❞

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"Well-- I uh-- You see...-- Well the economy is in shambles--"

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❝ oh, well, maybe I should pull you aside somewhere private then ? ❞

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"I feel like you're doing this on purpose."

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❝ now that I have a tongue piercing who wants to take it for a SPIN ? ❞

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❝ oh ? do tell . ❞

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"Not in front of everyone--"

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bart quite literally purrs when he feels that hand through his hair, eyes closing as he leans into the touch . it’s grounding, gentle, reminds him that he’s okay and he’s got an amazing guy to cuddle up to for the next short while .

and he giggles softly, nuzzling into his chest . “ a - are you kidding ? I have to see you again . we gotta do this again . “ he responds airily, voice light with a deep fondness that only grew with each second .

“ I really wanna see where this goes . “ Bart curls up further, still exhausted and admittedly getting clingy . he liked to cuddle already, but he’d be damned if he didn’t get some affection after sex like that . “ if — if you want to . what do you think ? “

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Khalid grins as Bart pretty enthusiastically responds to the simple question. While they both had most certainly had a great time. The way they're both drenched in sweat, panting even with the amount of rest the two of them have had. Khalid wasn't the sort to make assumptions.

This very well could have just been a simple fling. But he's happy it's not. Pleased to have the other man snuggled up against him, still very gently stroking his hair, content to just be here together for a moment.

"I.. I think I really want to see where this goes too, Bart." He conjures up his phone, with a magical flourish. Holding it to the other man, "You should maybe give me your number then, huh?"

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❝ so when is it my turn to be happy ? ❞

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"Fate ordains, right now?"

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"What's happening??"

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my blog has been nothing but gay sex, im not really sorry, just noting, like this for a starter when i get back from my road trip