bad thing fine as hell

@rcdroses

I found my life in between shots and getting high the cage I was in fell away when she asked me to dance again I found my life in between a first kiss and a last goodbye the dust settled down, now I can see through the crowd

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It was somehow impossible for Rohan to completely wrap his mind around the fact that this was real, that he wasn’t imagining or dreaming this up. However it was true, real. His reality was right there between the love of his life’s legs, her moans, the movement of her body, her taste on his tongue and his fingers deep inside of her. She was once again his, and he couldn’t help but pray it was for more than just tonight. More than just the multiple orgasms he was certain he’d be providing her. More than just the love he planned to make to her until neither of them could stand it anymore. More than every kiss he would be placing upon her flawless body, against her soft warm skin that he missed more than he even knew how to express. And much more than the alcohol still coursing through her fragile veins. He needed it to mean more than a drunken hook up, was desperate to be more than just some guy she cheated on her punk of a boyfriend with. The breathy whimpers leaving her had his already hard cock throbbing with need, eyes staying up on the blonde as he continued to slowly drive his fingers deep inside of her, the wetness coating his fingers nearly dripping from them already. The words she spoke caused his fingers to crook slightly, his lips parting as he inhaled sharply, focused on not only trying to get every moan and cry out he could, but also on her every word. She needed him. And god, he needed her. A small grunt left him, eyelids fluttering as she tugged at his hair, his fingers following the movement of her hips before he was slowly removing them, only for his hands to move back to her hips. “Anything for you,” he found himself whispering, pressing a final kiss against her clit, lips brushing along it only to stand straight again. Letting his forehead rest against hers, his arms wrapped around her slim waist and effortlessly he was lifting her from the counter. Staying put for just a moment, he tilted his head until his lips brushed with hers, placing a soft kiss against them just before he was careful maneuvering them through his small studio and seating himself on the edge of his bed, allowing her to straddle his lap. “I missed you way too much,” the male mumbled against her lips, hands sliding up her sides, fingertips tracing along the soft skin covering her ribs as he gave her lower lip a small nip, a gentle tug following. Allowing his hands to move around her body, he carefully cupped each of her breasts, giving a gentle squeeze before his thumbs were tracing along her hardening nipples. “Show me how bad you need me baby,” he whispered, pulling back enough to stare up at the goddess above him. “Make me really feel it, okay? Then I’ll fuck you like I know you need.” Licking his lips as he gave her nipples each a small tug with his thumb and forefinger, her finally dropped his hands to the bed, eyes not leaving her.

Maya was a mess. She was completely and utterly wrecked for him and it was impossible for her to ever think of anything or anyone beyond Rohan. It was as though all the time they had spent together, all the moments and emotions she had been suppressing had come gushing out all at once. Her heart could barely contain itself as it thumped rapidly against her chest. Rohan was everything she’d ever wanted and a big part of her always regretted that the whispers and gossip by her friends had caused her to pull away. But now she was in Rohan’s arms and she’d never felt so settled and so content in her life, it was a gushing feeling that had her winded. Maya whimpered at the feel of his lips against her clit, feeling completely vulnerable. A small relieved sigh left her lips when she stood up right, her own arms immediately coming around his neck and she could barely contain herself as she leaned in to kiss him desperately as he lifted her up off the counter. What he had intended to be a soft fleeting kiss had be turned into a desperate, frantic kiss that had the little air she had in her chest, knocked out. It was frantic in the way she couldn’t contain herself, unable to hold back with months of longing and missing to catch up on. “I missed you too, so much Ro” She almost sobbed against his lips, body bare and vulnerable only for him. It was only Rohan who knew how her body worked, what touch could have her most responsive. The way his hands skated up her sides had her whole body shivering, moan leaving her lips at the tug of his teeth. Maya dropped her head back once he cupped her boobs, thumb working over her pebbled nub eliciting a loud whine from her lips. Her hips shifted forward, arousal pooling down to her stomach instantly. At his words, Maya nodded desperately, watching as he laid back. She didn’t hesitate to shift off of his lap enough to pull his pants down so she could release his hardened length. It’d been a long time since she could do this, her time with Jason often skipping foreplay altogether. Maya took a deep breath as she settled between his legs, hands gripping his base tight as she began to jerk him off. Her tongue followed suit, up along his length. She circled his slit with the tip of her tongue as her fist worked faster along his length, lapping up at the precum that’d pooled at the top. Maya glanced up at him as she closed her mouth over his head, hand working diligently as she sucked shallowly, her free hand moving to cup his balls gently, rolling them in her hands.

The sight of Maya moving against his fingers was sinful, not to mention how amazing it felt to feel her hips rocking against his fingers, her tight walls clinging to them. She was always so flawless, so unbelievably sexy. Sex on legs he might even venture to describe her as, although that was something he’d keep to himself, not wanting to be disrespectful. But the girl knew what she was doing, knew how to completely steal his breath away, make it impossible to think about anything but her. “I’m all yours, always,” Rohan mumbled, head turning to press an open mouthed kiss against her thigh, just before he was sucking her soft skin between his lips, placing yet another mark against her. Seconds later though, his mouth was right back at her core, tongue flicking against her clit skillfully. The moment her fingers ran through his hair, his tongue was pressing against her firmly; fingers delving deep inside of her already soaked pussy. Every word spoke, every sound lifted, every move she made had him entirely hypnotized, needing nothing more than to make her feel like the absolute goddess she was. Alternating between sucking and lapping against her clit, his fingers curled and twisted and scissored here and there, wanting to keep her on her toes as he went. “You’re so perfect,” Rohan was groaning, pulling back enough to stare up at her in awe, hair a mess due to her fingers running through it, eyes wide and blown with lust, lips a shade darker thanks to all the kissing. They were only beginning and he knew by the time they finished they would both be looking very fucked out, and feeling even better. “So fucking perfect,” he added, leaning up to make a trail of kisses from her navel down until his lips were brushing right over her clit again and his tongue was licking along it. After a moment, Rohan pulled his fingers out almost completely just to slowly slide them back inside of her with the addition of a third finger. It wasn’t often that he used that many, but it had been a long while since he was able to do anything with her, and at this point, he wasn’t thinking so much as just doing. And right then all he could do was cause her pleasure. All he wanted to do was make her scream in the best way possible, especially if it was his name leaving those perfect lips. He was addicted, and he was finally getting his fix. His every intention was to make the most of this opportunity, and hopefully give her a very good reminder of how well they work together.

It’d been so long since Maya had felt that desperate for anything. She felt a fire of need burn through her, leaving destruction in its wake. She wanted Rohan so bad and that was all she could think of - not her boyfriend, not of the past that had torn her and Rohan apart. She couldn’t focus on a thing other than the man she loved so hard in front of her. If Maya wasn’t so on edge and bubbling with pleasure, she’d be crying at the fact that she was this close to Rohan, this intimate. Rohan knew her in every single way, knew what made her tick and what could make her come on the spot and what could make her beg for more. “Oh god, Ro” She whimpered, thighs shaking as she tried to ride back against both his mouth and his fingers at the same time, greedy for it. No one’s made her feel the way Rohan has. How Jason was with her could never compare to how loving and delicate Rohan was, and how well he knew her to know when she wanted it slow or when she needed to be held down and fucked through the night. With Jason it was always just foreplay and vanilla. Some times it was really just Jason using her to come. There was no appreciation, it mostly ended up with Maya blowing him off and Jason pulling her off so he could fuck the rest of his orgasm inside her. With Rohan everything was different. He knew just how to worship her body in a way that no one else could. Maya tugged at his hair as her walls bore down against his fingers, hips desperate in the way they rolled down further to his knuckles, begging for more and luckily, she was rewarded with a third finger, a newfound stretch that had her arching her back and moaning loudly she swore she heard an echo. “Baby,” she breathed when his mouth travelled up to her stomach, hips working merciless against his fingers. “Need you please, need you Ro” Maya whimpered, the pads of her fingers snug tight against her palm as she tugged at his hair once more. A sob ripped through her chest as she jerked her hips up, “Need you inside me please”

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drunken mistake | adonis&forrest

Forrest was in complete and utter bliss. Adonis seemed to know exactly what to do, maybe that was the perks of hooking up with another guy? They knew the equipment well. That, or Adonis was just very good at it. Every movement of his hand causing heavy exhales or little sounds to slip out. It was surprising to Forrest even, not used to being quite so responsive especially when it was something as simple as a hand job. But fuck. He couldn’t get enough. There was a warm, satisfied feeling when he heard that Adonis was fully ok with everything going on, one that made it possible to fully enjoy the moment. Especially as the pad of Adonis’ thumb brushed over the tip of his cock which had a very pleased sound slipping out of Forrest’s parted lips. Just as his eyes fluttered closed and the male gave in, his ears perked up and he found himself nearly choking in response to his best friends words. He was already enjoying the feeling of his lips on his neck, but the anticipation of them wrapped around him had his cock twitching beneath his touch.

“I, um. Yeah. Please. I mean, if you, fuck. If you want.” The words came out a jumbled mess, losing his breath halfway only to stutter over the next. He’d be lying if he said he had never noticed Adonis’ mouth before, something he refused to think on until now. But with each kiss down his neck Forrest could feel his stomach tightening and his fingers were tightening into his thick curls. “Really want you mouth,” Forrest spoke after a moment, forcing his eyes open to catch Adonis’ gaze. It was a strange thought, watching another guy going down on him. But if it were to be anyone Forrest could only imagine it being Adonis. And oddly, he could vividly imagine it. His pink lips wrapped tight around him, his green eyes staring up at him as he took Forrest deep into his mouth. The mere thought had another groan slipping out as he gave his thick hair a light tug. “Fuck, need it actually. Really fucking badly.”

Adonis knew well enough that it’d be cliche of him to say that he had been waiting his whole life for this moment. At what point did he anticipate he could actually be able to pleasure his best friend - who he’d been hopelessly in love with for the better part of his life. Maybe he was being childish or far too hopeful but, this was as close as he could get to Forrest somehow returning his feelings. So getting him off, making him moan and whimper was something he didn’t take for granted. He wanted to savour every moment and etch the way Forrest’s lips curved into an ‘o’ any time Adonis made him fool good into his memory forever - for lonely nights or simply to remind himself that he did that, he made his best friend feel good. Adonis couldn’t even think of anything to reply other than nodding his head slowly - pressing a kiss to Forrest’s collarbone before he finally moved between his legs.

He imagined all the times he’d seen guys sucking dick in the amateur porn videos he’d watch - the hardcore stuff far to vulgar for him, Adonis was a simple boy who wanted to feel like he was part of the act rather than just a view who jacked off to it. He also thought of what he’d want out of getting head. No teeth, tight and maybe even throat. The tug to his hair had brought him out of his mind, a moan slipping past his lips at the pain ebbed pleasure that shot through his spine. Adonis went back to the task at hand, jerking Forrest’s cock through the ring of his fist slowly before he licks over his sensitive tip, moaning when he tasted him. Adonis let his eyes flutter up to Forrest’s as he closed his mouth over the head, sucking shallowly at first as his tongue worked over his slit, lapping up at the precum.

Swallowing slowly, Dash’s gaze shifted towards the floor as he heard the question, not having expected it. Why? Because he wanted to. Because he enjoyed Saif’s company, exceptionally more than his own girlfriend’s. Because he easily could have taken Baylee to his room but he wanted to be in there when Saif came him, he just hadn’t anticipated the fact that he and Baylee tended to make out constantly, talking wasn’t exactly ‘their thing’. Lifting his gaze as he mentioned the girl again, a short laugh left him as he gave a quick shake of his head. “We could have, but I’m not missing out on much. Sitting out there while you’re in here feels like I’d be missing out on a lot though,” he spoke honestly, a shy smile on his lips. Leave it to Saif, one of the only people in the world who actually obtained the power to intimidate Dash. Also the only one who had the power to completely control him too. Something Dash didn’t quite know how he felt about. All he knew was when it came to Saif no just wasn’t a part of his vocabulary. Thankfully, as he hoped, Dash could sense a slight mood shift, and suddenly he was being invited in. A wide grin quickly took over his features, his teeth instinctively tracing over the medal ring in his lip as he made his way into the room and happily took the empty space beside the other male. Laying on his stomach, he rested his chin in his palm, arm propping his face up as he stared at the other male, admiring his God like beauty. “I’ll take as many mints as you deem appropriate,” he spoke confidently, free hand moving to drape over his stomach and rest on his side, finger tips toying with the hem of Saif’s shirt. “What’s the point of laying in bed together if we aren’t making out, anyway?” Dash asked with a small laugh, eyeing the phone in his hand before he was shimmying up the bed enough to let his lips brush along Saif’s exposed neck, only to begin pressing slow kisses along his skin. “Got those mints?” He asked between kisses, just before letting his teeth lightly sink into the older males skin, gently dragging them along it.

Saif wasn’t really sure why his bitter attitude problem and overall hostility hadn’t made Dash run the other direction the moment he met him. Dash was one of the few people who didn’t really react that badly to how irritated and aggressive Saif was. It was commendable really and a part of Saif tried to compensate his bitterness with great sex. He felt bad was really another way to say it. There was Dash willing to bear it all and all Saif was giving him was sex and attitude. Maybe Saif’s attitude towards Dash was actually reflecting his fear of getting fucked up. He was guarded, he knew that- he was sure everyone knew that really. He’s never really expressed feelings for anyone ever since Christian and that wasn’t exactly out in the open either. It was toxic and overall the reason why Saif was the bitter person he was today. As much as he cared for Dash and how much he knew the boy wasn’t ever going to betray him or leave him hurt like the people in his past have done, Saif was still sure to keep him at a distance. Which was why he liked being in control. He liked bossing Dash around and he liked that Dash would still come begging for more. It was almost flattering to his ego. But no matter how guarded and how aggressive he wanted to be towards the boy, he found himself catering to the soft spot he had acquired for Dash over the years. Though he was resistant, he still found himself giving into whatever the boy wanted. Which was why he found himself in bed with him yet again, his focus on his unread emails faltered as his hand stroked gently over Dash’s forearm draped across his stomach. “Sounds like something you’d say” Saif feigned a chuckle, ignoring Dash’s gaze on his phone from his peripheral vision. Of course, Dash being the clingy, needy person he was, Saif was rewarded with kisses along his neck. Saif let out a content hum, tilting his head back so Dash could better access his neck as he mindlessly opened an email, just to see to what extent Dash would go about to distract him. “Yeah,” He breathed, hooking his ankles over one another while he made a show of scanning through the content of his email, even going to the extent of replying mindlessly to his boss. “in the night stand babe”

#muse: saif #SAIF is such a dick

Letting a short laugh slip out as he pulled away, Danial’s eyes stayed fixed on Caspian’s. There was something about his touch that made it so easy to forget all the prior tenseness and focus only on the boy in front of him and how kissable his lips looked right then. The little whimper he let out though was nearly enough to say fuck it, but Danial wasn’t sure how romantic making out in the front seat would be. That thought though was quickly pushed aside as he felt his boyfriends lips against his again. “Okay,” Danial breathed out in response against his lips, head nodding slightly as his own eyes fluttered close. Within seconds of Caspian’s lips against his, both his hands moved to grip Caspian’s face as a muffled moan slipped into the kiss. Bringing one hand down to unbuckle his seat belt, Danial found himself shifting in his seat to face Caspian better. The moment he felt his boyfriend’s tongue against his lips, his own parted and his tongue was happily finding Caspian’s. It was a clumsy kiss, the small confinements making it hard to get as into it as Danial wanted. However they managed to make it work, and the way Caspian’s hands felt on his thighs and waist only had Danial melting, getting deeper into the moment. “Fuck driving,” he mumbled against his lips as he reached one hand down to unbuckle his boyfriends belt. Within seconds the male was clumsily climbing his way into Caspian’s lap, back arching towards him as he was trapped between his boyfriend and the steering wheel. “I missed you,” he found himself gasping between heated kissed, hands moving to tangle deep into his boyfriends thick curls, hips rolling down against his. “And god, I love you so much,” Danial added desperately, lips moving fervently with his boyfriends as his hands moved on their own accord; one tangled in his hair, the other finding his shirt and tugging at it before sliding down to slip between them so he was able to palm at the front of his pants. It had been too long, and there had been too many heavy emotions between them. He didn’t want that anymore, didn’t want to think about any of it. They were together, right here, right there. And nothing mattered more right than then giving into everything he knew they were both feeling.

With Caspian’s emotions running high, his skin felt so much more perceptive to Danial’s touch, his body tingling with something he couldn’t really put a finger on.The way his boyfriend’s lips moved against him was something Caspian could never get tired of, his body craving for more of his touch as he made grabby hands. At Danial’s confession, he nodded as best as he could without pulling away from the kiss, a feat quite hard when they were leaning over the centre console. But it had been as though Danial knew what he was thinking because within a matter of seconds, his boyfriend was settled on his lap. Caspian’s hands went to his back, hands slipping under his shirt so he could stroke at his heated skin slowly, tongue working its way into Danial’s mouth as he let a pleased moan. “I missed you more,” Caspian replied as easily, surging forward for another kiss that was only broken by the high whine that left his throat the second he felt the sweet pleasure of Danial’s hips rolled against his “Fuck- still miss you, miss you right now” He murmured, trying to roll his hips up for that sharp shooting pleasure once more. He missed touching his boyfriend, he missed being with him and looking at his face. He could only feel his heart expand in his chest when he heard the words again, “Don’t make me cry right now” Caspian chuckled softly, hands working down to Danial’s jeans, unbuttoning them swiftly. “I love you so much, stay forever please. Could let you do whatever to me, we can kiss each other whenever too” He breathed against his lips before he got the message, leaning back to pull his shirt up over his head clumsily. Caspian took a moment to stare up at Danial’s face, take in the features he had fallen in love with long long ago and the eyes he had missed. “God you’re so beautiful” He moaned, eyes fluttering close unwillingly when he felt his boyfriend’s hand palm at his hard cock, his own hands coming down to Danial’s hips before dipping into his underwear. He ripped his eyes down to where his hands disappeared into Danial’s jeans, his fingers curled around his length as he released him from his boxers. Caspian almost drooled at the sight. “God, want you in me”

Upon finding himself incredibly bored, Dash had decided to invite Baylee over. The two had just patched things up again and were attempting to make things work for the umpteenth time, although Dash knew it would only end again. The two weren’t meant to be, anyone with eyes could see it. But he enjoyed her company, especially when he didn’t have Saif there. And today was one of those days. It was too many bong rips and at least two joints later by the time Saif got home, and Dash probably wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the jacket sleeve hitting him in the face while he attempted to make out with the girl above him. So maybe it wasn’t the classiest thing to do, especially when you were pretty frequently fucking your roommate in private. But Dash had never been all that classy, and he wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, too many years of recreational drug use was most likely the cause of that. However, it was the male’s voice that had Dash’s ears perking, one eye peaking open as he let Baylee continue to kiss him, although by now his mind was elsewhere. There was a small tug at his stomach, unsure whether it was guilt or something to do with the fact that Saif was already disappearing again. Slowly, he pulled back from Baylee, a low chuckle leaving him as his hand moved to gently stroke along her hair. “He seems upset, maybe we should call it a night. You can sleep over next time, I promise.” And with a simple kiss and a quick shimmy from beneath her and standing beside the couch, he was reaching to take her hand and guided her to the door where he placed a quick goodnight kiss to her lips and shut the door before a puzzled Baylee.

Okay so he wasn’t exactly the nicest of guys in the relationship aspect. Or maybe he was just a really terrible boyfriend. Either way, Dash found himself much more concerned with the older male locked away in his room. Shuffling over to the closed too, one hand found the handle as the other knocked twice before he was pushing the previously slammed door open ajar. “Can I uh, can I come in? It’s just me. Baylee left.” Allowing a smile to take over his features, his blue eyes locked in on Saif. “Please?” Dash added, front teeth sinking into his lower lip as he awaited permission.

It wasn’t unexpected when he heard the door knock. Saif assumed it was either Baylee trying to console or it was Dash, wanting to suck up to him. He didn’t mind, maybe preferred the latter. Dash was a good kisser but he was also annoyed at the fact that the first thing he had to see after a late shift was Dash and Baylee sucking face. It was irritating to say the least and it came over him like a wave as he took another swig of his beer. “Why?” Was the first thing that came from Saif’s lips after a long pause. It was a genuine question that may also have been very spiteful, his eyes glancing over at the boy who stood at his door. He hooked his ankles over each other, rolling his eyes expertly. “I mean, you and Baylee could’ve easily continued your make out. S’fine by me, no need for consolation. M’just gonna sit in my room and listen to music” He murmured sarcastically as he turned the dial up on his record player. Maybe he was taking things too far, but Saif was a naturally irritated man. Even more so post work shift. He didn’t usually take his anger on something as minor as Dash and Baylee making out but he needed some way to relieve the tension from his back and the two of them sucking face did not help in any way. Even so, a pang of guilt hit him right in his chest as he sighed. Saif placed his beer on his side table before he beckoned Dash over with a finger. “C’mere,” He sighed, resting a hand on the space beside him on the bed. “fucking hell” Saif muttered to himself rather than to Dash. “And you better wash your mouth or take a mint if you think we’re gonna be making out after you had your tongue in Baylee’s throat” He added with a grumble as he took his beer off of the night stand and began to thumb through his emails.

#muse: saif #hes such an idiot

finnickchambers

Without much thought, Finnick’s toes curled as he attempted to get used to the other’s hand wrapped around him. It was surreal, being so exposed, so turned on, being touched like this. Deep down he always wondered if he’d even find himself in a situation like this, and in his head things had gone entirely different. He imagined an awkward first time, clumsily kissing some girl and having a hard time even getting her bra off. But here he was, being flipped over by the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, his hard cock throbbing almost desperately as his wide eyes stared up at him. “Please,” he responded, a hint of a whine in his voice. The sight of Titan removing his own shirt had a shaky breath leaving Finnick’s parted lips, his eyes drinking in the sight before him only to be distracted as his feet were guided against the bed and his knees were bent. The first kiss against his chest emitted a whiny groan, just knowing where those lips were going to end up had every kiss feeling way better than anything he’d experienced. Face and chest flushed, nipples hardened, and his breath heavy already, each kiss had him ready to squirm and whine until he got those lips wrapped around him. Although he was doing his best to not seem needy or ungrateful, and he was enjoying every second of what was going on. Even if he wanted more. As much as he could get. The lower he went, the more nervous Finnick found himself. A large flutter filled his stomach just as he watched him pressing kisses to his soft thighs, only for a loud moan to slip out at the feeling of his tongue against his balls. “Oh my..” Finnick trailed off, lust filled eyes fixed on Titan just as he felt the warm wetness of his tongue along the underside of his cock. There was silence taking over him, hands moving to grip the sheet below him as he watched intently as his tongue traveled up until his lips were wrapped around them and their eyes met. “Fuck,” Finnick whined immediately, tugging at the fabric below him as his hips shifted against the bed slightly, resisting the overwhelming urge to raise them in order to get himself deeper into his mouth. It was the tongue against his slit that had his head tilting back, a breathy groan leaving him as he willed himself not to get too intense too fast. But fuck, this was nothing he had ever experienced. And he had no idea how amazing a mouth could make him feel. “Titan, please,” he whimpered just as he forced his eyes back down to watch him. “More, please,” he added the second please in a much more pleading tone, eyes wide as he stared down into the beautiful pair looking back up at him.

There was nothing Titan loved more than hearing the desperate, needy sounds come from Finnick’s lips. He had barely even started, only with his tongue closed around his tip but the younger boy was already squirming and lifting his hips up desperate for me. It was endearing in every sense and all Titan wanted was to ruin him. Send him into a pile of mess that had him wanting more. It was a stroke to his ego with the way Finnick was reacting and he rewarded him by closing his mouth completely over his tip and sucking shallowly, his free hand reaching up to rub over his nipples in tight circles, feeling them pebble under his thumbs. He lifted his gaze on the boy where their eyes met and he sunk his mouth further down his length, tongue lapping over the sensitive vein as he began to hollow out his cheeks. He wanted to prolong the teasing as much as possible. Seeing as Finnick’s never come before, there was no doubt the boy wasn’t going to last. Titan began to bob his head slowly, nails dragging down chest leaving angry red marks before they slid down to his balls, rolling them in his hands carefully. It was a never ending cycle. He wanted to suck Finnick dry only to get him hard enough with his mouth on his rim, eating him out until he was desperate for release and once he brought him over the edge, Titan wanted to fuck him on his hands and knees so he could watch where he split him open. He wanted Finnick to feel good. It was rewarding with every single whimper and whine he made all Titan wanted was to ruin him in every single sense. All he could think of Finnick was that he was now Titan’s. He couldn’t even begin to imagine Finnick being touched like this by anyone else, whimpering and making needy sounds for another person. The thought had him zone in back on Finnick’s pleading moans. He began to pick up his pace, cheeks hollowed as he sunk his mouth further down. His lips sealed tight around Finnick’s length as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Titan’s throat, he let out a guttural moan, shifting on the bed so he could relieve some of the attention on his cock.

finnickchambers

Nodding his head slightly, Finnick’s gaze followed Titan before he was inhaling sharply at the feeling of his tongue against his nipple. He was almost mesmerized, unable to pull his gaze from the male latching onto his sensitive nub, even as he winced at the small bite. Licking his lips, a small smirk tugged at the corners of them as Titan assured him that he had him. All Finnick wanted anymore was Titan, was to know him, to touch him, to explore everything he was new to with him. And it was finally happening. The feeling of their hips together had him whining, it felt good, better than he could imagine, but something told him the clothes between them was only keeping him from even more pleasure. And right then he wanted as much as he could get. It was his boxers being tugged down that had him peaking from Titan’s neck, eyelids fluttering as he watched the hand wrapping around him before a soft moan was slipping out. “I uh,” Finnick mumbled when he heard the question, eyebrows knitted together. How was he meant to think or come up with any decisions during this? All he could think about was how tight his hand was around him, and moving his hips in sync with his hand. The following sentence had his face heating up, pressing it further against his skin only for a gasp to leave him as his hair was tugged back and his eyes were once again locking with Titan’s. There was so much going on and Finnick felt himself freezing up, mentally. Physically his hips kept their rhythm, his hands were at Titan’s chest and his nails were pressing into the skin there. “F-fuck,” he whimpered, blinking rapidly as he stared into the other’s very alluring eyes. “I uh, I don’t know. Um, I,” Stuttering as he attempted to give him an actual answer, his gaze shifted down to where his hand was wrapped around him again, just before flickering back up to his face only this time finding himself fixated on the other boy’s mouth. “Maybe um, could I have your mouth?” The younger male managed to get out, voice a bit tight as he tore his eyes from the perfect pair of lips before him back up to meet the eyes watching him. “If you want to,” he added, hands sliding down to rest on his stomach as his hips continued their steady rhythm, short breaths and moans seeping from him.

Titan lifted his head when Finnick had barely replied, eyes sweeping over his features to make sure that the younger boy definitely wanted it. And it seemed like he did. Finnick wore arousal so well on his face, it would be forever embedded in Titan’s mind, stored away on lonely nights only for himself to indulge. He hoped that now that the two of them had begun a sort of arrangement, that he wouldn’t have anymore lonely nights. Nevertheless, a small smile reached his lips when Finnick stuttered. Titan didn’t let up on the slow strokes his hand worked along Finnick’s length as he thought, taking extra time for his thumb to swirl over his sensitive tip, placing just the lightest pressure against his slit where precome had blurted out in response. “Love seeing you like this” Titan murmured against Finnick’s neck, nose trailed down to his collarbone once he inhaled the sweet scent of his skin. He nosed carefully at his chest before pressing a kiss to the hard nub of Finnick’s nipple, his tongue darting out moments later to circle the tip. “Yeah? My mouth?” Titan questioned, mostly to tease just before he nipped at Finnick’s nipple. Within seconds, he had pulled back, along with his hand and flipped the boy around so he was lying comfortably on his back. Titan rearranged himself to settle between Finnick’s legs, taking his time to pull his shirt off swiftly. He thanked himself silently for deciding on wearing sweats, his hard cock less restricted. He groped himself momentarily to relieve some pressure before he bent Finnick’s knees so his feet lay flat against the mattress. Titan ducked his head forward, kissing along his chest. He pressed a gently peck against each nub of Finnick’s nipple before pressing hot open mouthed kisses down his stomach, sucking little marks near his belly button. Titan pulled away to lean forward, kissing Finnick hard, enough to bruise his soft lips. Finally, Titan went back to the task at hand, settling comfortably between Finnick’s legs. He made sure to pepper kisses along his thighs and over his balls, his thumb brushing cautiously over his rim. Titan licked along the base of Finnick’s hard cock, his own stirring against the bed. He almost loved giving just as much as receiving and honestly, Finnick’s was on his to do list. As he licked along the sensitive vein, Titan let his eyes fleet up to catch Finnick’s gaze as he finally closed his mouth over his time, tongue darting out to swirl around his slit instantly.

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A small chill ran through him as he felt the hand on his thigh, and the fingers brushing along his throbbing cock. Opening his mouth to say something, he was distracted by the touch against his nipple which caused a breathy laugh to leave him as he glanced down to notice the small nub hardened. “Whatever you want,” Finnick exhaled, his green eyes blown with lust glued on Titan as his hands moved up his chest and he could feel his fingers against his throat. Instinctively Finnick inhaled deeply, not tearing his gaze from Titan’s as he attempted to figure out what he was thinking or what would be coming next. However it was virtually useless considering he was about as inexperienced as it got and Titan could be thinking things Finnick had never even imagined experiencing. Not to say he wouldn’t love to though. Already he was fairly certain he’d be more than willing to try whatever the older male suggested, practically wrapped around his perfect finger already. Fingers he wanted to get very well acquainted with at that. A smile tugged at his lips as Titan returned the kiss, his hand siding back to tangle right into his hair as he was pulled closer. The way Titan’s hands moved on him had his breath already catching, wanting to be touched everywhere by the other male. It was the sudden feeling of his hips against his own that had him inhaling sharply, fingers tugging lightly as he attempted to suppress the small moan building up in his throat. He needed him, and it seemed like Titan was reading his mind as he felt the male’s hands on his bare skin, the squeeze of his ass finally causing the moan to leave him. “I want you,” Finnick breathed against his lips, pushing his bottom back against his hands only to feel the touch against his hole which had him pulling his face back as a blush took over. It wasn’t that he minded, it was just new. Entirely new. Licking his lips, his eyes found Titan’s however just as quickly he was burying his face against his neck and letting out a shaky sigh. “Please.” Finnick wasn’t really sure what he was asking for, all he knew was that whatever he’d get would be very much welcomed. “Please Titan,” he added, just as he gave a slow roll of his hips down, a whiny moan slipping out as he ground his aching member down against Titan’s prominent bulge. “I need more, please,” he added almost desperately, parted lips leaving wet kisses along the skin of his neck and jawline as he created a slow rhythm with his hips in attempt to get some kind of relief.

“Whatever I want hm?” Titan asked, rubbing small tight circles over the hardened bud of Finnick’s nipple. He slid his hands all over the younger boy’s body, feeling the full flush spread across his skin. “That’s so much power for a guy like me. But I wanna make this good for you baby” Titan assured him as he leaned in to lick over his nipple slowly, circling the tip of his tongue over the nub before he closed his mouth over it completely. He sucked at the nub slowly before sinking his teeth into it just on the right side of pain, tongue lapping over to soothe the sting. Titan pulled away to press kisses along Finnick’s chest, moaning slightly when he heard his words. There was never a time where Finnick couldn’t make Titan do anything he asked. He was under a spell, almost - he wanted to please Finnick just as much as the boy wanted to please him. Titan enjoyed the control that was given to him, thought about opening Finnick up for days and now he could finally do that. He wanted to loosen him up first though, make him come before he thought about fucking him. This was all new to Finnick and Titan wasn’t about to jump the gun and fuck him on the first night. No, he had plenty of time. “You have me baby, don’t you worry” Titan murmured, moving forward towards his lips. He smirked at his reaction, rubbing over his ass slowly. His hand came to Finnick’s back when he buried his face in his neck, snapping his own hips up as the boy ground his hips down. Titan finally pushed the elastic waistband of his boxers down further until he could release Finnick’s cock, stroking it slowly. He rubbed his thumb experimentally over the sensitive tip, swiping over the pre come that had gathered up at his slit. Kissing the side of Finnick’s head, he dragged it down along his length, tightening his grip. “Do you wanna get off like this, or do you want my mouth babe?” Titan murmured as he continued to stroke the boy slowly, letting him fuck through his tight fist. “Either way, wanna see your face when you come baby” He coaxed, reaching up to tangle his fingers into his hair. Titan tugged at his hair so he could see his face, “I wanna hear you too baby”

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Every passing second Finnick found himself torn between being incredibly eager and incredibly anxious. If it were anyone else, Finnick would probably be far too scared to even be in this position, especially as Titan’s legs opened further and Finnick was forced that much closer to him. “Don’t want to stop,” he mumbled softly against his skin, cheeks flushing as the compliments began coming in. Feeling work something meant more to him than Finnick knew how to express, although he would never consider himself anything close to perfect. “Don’t know about that,” Finnick spoke lowly as he pulled back, eyes following Titan as he watched the male’s lips wrap around the joint between them. He wasn’t exactly sure why or how, but there was something incredibly arousing watching the process, even as he exhaled. And he was far too happy to return the kiss, recognizing the slight change in flavor as their lips moved together and his own tongue was meeting Titan’s. It took a few seconds for Finnick’s eyes to flutter open again, feeling as if he were almost entranced by the moment. However, watching as he inhaled onto to leave in, Finnick’s lips stayed parted and he didn’t hesitate to follow his example. Inhaling deeply, his eyes closed as he felt the slight warmth in his throat just before exhaling and watching as the little amount of smoke that was left dispersed before him. There had been a slight rush in his head, one that caused his hand to slide up to rest on the back of Titan’s neck as he focused on the way his lips felt on his neck and the throb between his pants as he felt his hand at the front of them. Licking his lips just before he was leaning in to inhale yet another hit, a gentle hum left him once he’d exhaled and his eyes were shifting down to his pants. “Yeah,” he breathed out, wanting nothing more than to rid himself of them. Teeth sinking into his lower lip, he carefully undid the zipper and pushed down on the top of his pants.

A small sigh left him as he shifted off of Titan for a moment, awkwardly trying to tug his pants off while simultaneously sitting on his knees before rolling into his back, his hands working his jeans off his long legs before a huff left him as he kicked them off the bed and from around his ankles. “That was way too much work,” Finnick spoke exasperatedly, eyes closing for a moment as he laid with his head on the opposite end of the bed, unable to ignore just how comfortable Titan’s bed was. Titan. Eyes fluttering open as he remembered the presence beside him, and the fact that he was lying there with an erection in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs and a red flannel. Bringing his hands to his shirt, Finnick hastily undid the buttons and sat up, shrugging the fabric from his shoulders and feeling a slight chill as the cool air his his bare torso. “Is this ok?” The younger male asked after a moment, his eye lids feeling heavier than normal as he locked his gaze with Titan’s, carefully finding his way back into his lap and let his arms drape loosely over his shoulders. “Thought I’d get it out of the way too,” he spoke slowly, as his long fingers carefully slid up to run slowly through the back of Titan’s hair, giving just the slightly tug in order to tilt his head back. “You’re beautiful,” he added, head tilting slightly as he let his eyes wander from his long lashes to his perfect jaw line to those cheek bones before settling onto those lips he’d practically fallen in love with. “You know?” He spoke without much thought, just before he was leaning in to capture his plump lower lip between his own, giving it a light suck before he was pressing a slow kiss to his lips, allowing his body to press firmly with Titan’s.

“God look at you, I could just do this all day” Titan murmured as he took in the way Finnick reacted to the joint, something hot within him bubbling up beneath the surface of his skin. He reminded himself to take his time, to make sure they were going at Finnick’s pace. He wanted to touch him all over and press his mouth over every inch of his skin until Finnick was begging. Instead, Titan took another drag, relishing in the way his thoughts cleared as he inhaled. A soft laugh left his lips along with a steady stream of smoke when Finnick had remained on his back. He watched as the younger boy returned to his lip, his free hand coming to rub at his thighs, the back of his fingers stroking over the hard bulge in his boxers. Titan’s desire to blow him was far too much to ignore but he willed himself as he watched Finnick undress. Instantly, his hand came to thumb over his nipple, a small smile reaching his lips. “More than okay. You’re breath taking. Dunno what I should do to you first” A smirk replaced his smile when Finnick tugged at his hair, a soft moan leaving his lips. “Sounds like someone’s relaxed” He hummed, pressing the warm palm of his hand against Finnick’s chest, thumbs pressing against the column of his throat. He wondered silently when Finnick would trust him enough to try breath play. Titan wanted to choke him as he fucked him but that was for another time. Instead, he smiled at the younger boy, leaning in to meet him half way when Finnick ventured forward to kiss him. He put his joint out on an ash tray before bending his knees, pulling the curly haired boy closer. Titan let his hands roam around his body, squeezing at his love handles and the meat of his thighs before he finally settled at his hips. He gripped his hips as he rocked his own up to meet the hard bulge of Finnick’s boxers, pleasure shooting up his spine. “Fuck” He whined against Finnick’s lips, letting the boy move at his own pace while his own hands dipped teasingly under the elastic waistband of his boxers. Titan let his hands roam to the curve of Finnick’s ass, giving him a delightful squeeze. He rubbed over his ass soothingly as they kissed, his lips parting to taste the remnants of smoke in his mouth. Titan let his thumb stroke over his pucker teasingly, just to see his reaction. He wanted more than anything to at least be able to eat him out, he had dreams of Finnick’s ass

#muse: titan #rip titan is just so #nastie

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The moment Titan mentioned the kiss, Finnick’s cheeks began to turn a shade darker. The hand on his thigh didn’t help at all, and he found himself nodding his head with a dumbfound look taking over his features. God he had just gotten there and he was already sporting a hard on. Smooth. Finnick found himself not even arguing as the glass was taken, a little relieved he wouldn’t have to force the rest of the contents down. “Probably,” Finnick agreed, a nervous laugh leaving him, eyes not parting ways from Titan. It was his next suggestion that had Finnick’s eyes widening, he’d definitely never gotten high before. But if it was even half as a nice as the way the kiss against his skin felt, then it couldn’t be too bad. “I uh, yeah I. I’m uh,” Finnick starter, shifting slightly on the bed so he was able to look up at Titan who was leaning back against the headboard. A short breath left him as he patted his lap and Finnick’s gaze shifted from it to his face before he was nodding slowly. “I trust you,” he spoke lowly, carefully crawling up the bed, hoping he didn’t look like a complete idiot during it, before he found himself hesitating for a moment. Finally though, he was moving into his lap, straddling his hips and letting his hand rest awkwardly at his sides. “Um, we can kiss. Or uh, shot gun? I don’t really um, I’m not sure what that is.” He spoke with a small shake of his head, shifting slightly in Titan’s lap nervously, hands moving to play with the bottom hem of his own plaid shirt, gaze lowering down to watch his hands move. “We can do whatever you want, I don’t mind. You just uh, might have to wait for to catch up, you know, with all this.” Lifting his gaze again, wide green eyes stayed fixed on the brown pair before him, only for his hands to move until they were resting on his shoulders. “But I do trust you, and I want to do whatever you want. Anything you have in mind,” he added, a faint smile tugging at his lips before he was leaning in to press a trail of soft kisses along his jawline slowly, his hands carefully rubbing along his shoulders.

A part of Titan was flattered that all it took was a kiss and some groping to get Finnick hard. The way his cheeks began to darken and the look on his face made something within Titan swell up in happiness. He was adorable beyond belief and the urge to truly mess him up was coming over Titan like a wave. He watched carefully as the boy began to approach him, a small smile on his face when he heard his words. ‘I’m glad you do. We can stop any time anything doesn’t feel right. I just want you to feel good” Titan assured him, once he was settled in his lap. His hands came to Finnick’s thighs instantly, rubbing comforting circles over his jeans as he spread his legs a little wider to bring him closer. “Yeah you wanna shot gun?” He smiled, sliding his hand up to rest at Finnick’s waist, the other reaching for the joint on the side of his bed. A soft laugh left his lips when he heard his words. “That’s okay baby, I don’t mind waiting” He assured him, pressing a quick kiss against his lips. “You’re worth the wait I can assure you” He murmured before he leaned back. A smirk reached his face as he felt the kisses against his jaw, he liked that Finnick was relaxed enough to do that. “You’re just, perfect aren’t you?” Titan hummed before he took a moment to turn away from the boy to light up the end, taking the smoke into his mouth before he inhaled. Exhaling, he turned back to Finnick and leaned in to kiss him slowly, coaxing his lips apart and licking into his mouth only briefly before he pulled away to take a drag of his joint. Taking the smoke into his mouth, he inhaled momentarily before he leaned back in to exhale the steady stream of smoke into Finnick’s mouth. Inhale” He murmured as he pressed kisses at Finnick’s neck, his free hand dragging down to where his bulge was. Titan took in another drag as one hand worked at the buttons of Finnick’s jeans before he leaned in to exhale into his mouth once more. “Wanna take off your pants for me babe?”

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The feeling of Titan’s fingers intertwining with his was almost enough to have Finnick on the floor, his legs weak and his head beginning to feel a bit dizzy. “Lot’s of firsts tonight,” Finnick spoke lowly, teeth grazing his lower lip. “Or uh, at least I imagine..” he added, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as his eyes stayed fixed on the other male. And then there was a hand on his cheek and Finnick’s breath caught again, lips parting as he felt the thumb tracing along his lower lip. Although he wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but something about that gesture had Finnick nearly succumbing to the weak feeling he’d had from the moment Titan came into view just moments before. Allowing his arms to tighten around his neck, Finnick nodded slightly as he tried not to focus on the hand on his bottom or the racing in his chest, or the fact that he felt like he was already about to lose his breath and nothing had really happened yet. “Okay,” he practically whispered, eyes fluttering closed with a pleased hum as he felt the kiss against his skin. God he was weak, practically drunk on Titan as his lips brushed along his skin only for his face to be guided up and to be tugged into a kiss. And Finnick didn’t protest, instead he allowed his own lips to move slow with his, cautiously following his lead as his long fingers tangled into the short hairs. Just as he was parting his lips to allow his own tongue to meet Titan’s, surprised gasp was leaving him as his lip was being tugged on and the space between them minimized almost entirely. And god, he needed to keep control over himself. Needed to will the tightening in his pants to stop. It was too soon for that, although as their tongues met it felt near impossible to stop his semi erection to grow. “Oh, okay,” Finnick was whispering as he felt Titan’s finger wiping at his lips just before being tugged into the bedroom. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Finnick shifted slightly, giving a quick glance down and letting out a small huff as he realized he was already sporting a fairly noticeable bulge. Shifting a little, he lifted his leg to cross over the other, however within seconds he was sitting normally and simply folding his hands over his lap hoping to look as nonchalant as possible. That was, however, until Titan was next to him and he was forced to use one of his hands to take the champagne. “Th-thank you,” he mumbled nervously, tilting the glass towards Titan before bringing the rim to his lips and taking a rather large gulp. Seconds later the male was making a slight face, his tongue licking his lips as he tried to gauge how he felt about the new substance. “Not bad,” he spoke after a moment, a short laugh leaving him. It wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, but he needed to lower the nerves filling him, so he found himself taking another gulp, head shaking slightly as he swallowed it down.

Something about Finnick drew Titan in. Normally, Titan wouldn’t have a care in the world about some inexperienced kid. Someone who was experienced was almost always much more worth his time and yet there he was planning a day of changing just how inexperienced Finnick was. But it was deeper than that and he knew it. He was actually fond of Finnick and the way his cheeks went rosy whenever Titan did so much as say something a little vulgar. It was adorable beyond believe. His fascination with the boy didn’t stop there. If Titan could spend the whole day just staring at Finnick he would. He’d take his time and map out just where he wants his to trace over with his lips, where he wants to leave a mark on his skin. It was insane. And the kiss they shared together was enough to have Titan’s stomach bubble up with excitement. As much as he wanted to make the day about Finnick, he couldn’t deny that he was more than happy to be the one to do it. He couldn’t help the way his eyes trailed down to Finnick’s hands where it had been resting over his lap, his pride tugged when he noticed the bulge in his pants. “The kiss was okay then?” He asked, rubbing at Finnick’s thigh soothingly. If his hand inched upwards, that was merely coincidence. Titan watched as Finnick consumed the glass of champagne, a soft smile on his lips. “Yeah? Maybe you’ll like something sweeter” When he went for a second gulp, a laugh left his lips. He took the flute away from him, setting it down by the bed. “If you’re still nervous, I have a joint I saved” Titan murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw. “You don’t have to smoke it though, we could just shot gun. Bet that’d loosen you up” He pulled away to move further up the bed, rearranging himself so he could prop himself up against the head board. Titan patted his lap and beckoned for Finnick to approach him, “C’mere babe, we can kiss for a bit if you don’t want to and I’ll make you feel good yeah? You trust me?” He asked, waiting for Finnick to settle himself in his lap.

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The moment the door was opening, a soft smile began forming on his naturally reddened lips. However it was in seconds that he was being tugged into the house, nearly losing balance as he was caught quite off guard. Thankfully the tight grip kept him standing straight, even if he knees wobbled slightly as his backpack was removed for him and a kiss was being placed on the back of his neck. A shaky breath left him, eyelids fluttering as he easily pressed back against the embrace, his own hands lifting to lightly brush his fingertips over the knuckles against his stomach. Honestly he didn’t want to do anything but stand there, it amazed him how such a simple motion, such the tiniest thing from Titan could completely ease Finnick in such a way. Better than any medication could that was for sure. It was the question that had a short laugh leaving him, nodding his head slightly as his eyes fixated on the couch near them. “Um, I mean, yeah,” Finnick breathed out, mindlessly tracing the other’s hand, enjoying the warmth his skin provided. “A drink um, might be nice.” Technically. Finnick wasn’t supposed to drink on his medication. And technically he was two years too young for it. But right then, he was willing to push past the precautions. The last thing he needed was some anxiety attack to hit while he and Titan were sharing an intimate moment. And he didn’t want to be such a tense, stick in the mud either. After a moment, and a few long seconds of willing himself to strike up the courage, Finnick was carefully turning in Titan’s arms until his own could drape around his neck. This simply caused a very dopey smile to form on his lips, his green eyes finding the brown pair before him as his fingers lightly ran through the other male’s raven hair. “Only if it isn’t too much trouble,” Finnick added in a hushed tone, biting down on his lower lip as his gaze wandered down towards Titan’s lips, his own parting as another breath left him, pressing his body just slightly tighter to his.

It was actually adorable the way Finnick reacted under his touch, his own hands turning when the boy’s fingers brushed over his knuckles. He tangled their fingers together, squeezing comfortingly. “Yeah?” He asked, nuzzling his nose at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Is this a first too?” He chuckled softly as Finicky turned in his arms. Titan couldn’t help the grin that reached his face once he saw the smile occupying Finnick’s face. He wanted to kiss it right off his face but he knew he had to take his time with him. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was what Finicky wanted though, the way he draped his arms over his shoulders and pressed just a tad closer. Without even thinking, Titan’s hand came up from his waist to touch his cheek and then brush over his plump red bottom lip. He watched as Finnick’s gaze wandered down, his free hand palming at his ass comfortingly. Titan wanted him to relax but he couldn’t mistake the thump against his chest, unsure if it was Finicky or himself.”Definitely not a problem babe” He assured him with a smile, leaning in just a tad to kiss the bolt of his jaw. Titan let his lips skate across his skin for a moment before he pulled back, pushing away the hair out of Finnick’s face so he could tip his chin forward and press their lips together. Finnick’s lips were undoubtedly soft, probably from gnawing at it but it only had Titan wanting more. He tried to keep it slow at first, just to ease him into the kiss as he dragged his tongue along the seam of his lips, trying to coax them open gently. Titan couldn’t help himself from sinking his teeth into Finnick’s lower lip playfully as his arm tightened around his waist, bringing him far closer until they were flush against one another. Titan stroked at his lower back slowly as he licked into his mouth, hoping to kiss away at the nerves before he finally pulled away. He offered Finicky a small smile as he assessed his reaction before he leaned in for an extra peck. “C’mon, lets have a drink” Titan chuckled softly, wiping away at the corner of Finnick’s lip before he tangled their fingers together and walked him towards his bedroom. Titan sat him down onto the bed before he opened up the bottle of champagne, letting the cork fly elsewhere before he poured the stream of gold into the flutes. He set the bottle down before he came to sit beside the younger man, handing him his drink. “Here you go babe”

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The whole process of getting ready just to go to Titan’s house that evening had the boy more anxious than he had any other time he anticipated seeing Titan. It had been weeks that the two had been talking, and they had gotten close. Very close. Close enough that Finnick had basically signed his virginity and a lot of his innocence right over to the raven haired male. And tonight would be the night he’d really be opened up to a world he had yet to experience even a little bit. Just hearing, or rather, reading some of the things Titan had in mind had Finnick feeling a way he had only felt a handful of times in his past. And for maybe the third time ever the male had found himself naked, and alone in bed, taking care of the almost painful hard on the other male had caused. It was safe to say Finnick was curious, nervous, but curious. And it was obvious as he pulled on his red flannel, and with shaky fingers he did it up, allowing the top couple of buttons to remain undone. He finished his outfit with a pair of skinny dark jeans over top his black boxer briefs before he was being dropped off at Titan’s by his step-mother. He had said he was going to a study group, using his backpack full of a change of clothes as a way to make the story seem more believable. And as soon as they got there he found himself nearly asking her to turn around, but there was no way he would be able to explain it to her so instead he gave her a quick awkward wave and was making his way up to the other males door.

It wasn’t the first time Finnick had been there, but today felt entirely different. He’d never shown up here knowing he’d be leaving almost a different person, and as his hand lifted to knock lightly against the door, Finnick could feel his stomach tightening. God what was he getting himself into? And what if he wasn’t good enough? What if just embarrassed himself? And right in front of Titan? All his thoughts were running wild, and the curly haired male found himself knocking again a bit harder, needed desperately to see Titan’s face and hopefully pull himself out of his head.

The nerves mixed with his first flute of champagne was enough to have him perking up at any sound coming from outside of his house which was almost useless considering the cacophony of noises from the busy streets. People arguing, loud footsteps and car’s constantly beeping. It was Titan’s fault for wanting a studio in the city so focusing on the sounds that might indicate that Finnick was here was a waste of time. Instead, Titan headed out to the fire escape for a smoke. The only thing he had lying around besides the joint was a stupid hookah pen he had bought down town from a friendly hipster who lured him in with flavours. It wasn’t enough to calm him down but the watermelon was enough to distract him momentarily. For someone who was going to be doing something he considered enjoyable, Titan was nervous. He just wanted Finnick to feel good and despite his male bravado and confidence, he was slightly unsure. At the sound of the knock, he exhaled on his way inside, tucking the electronic pen into his pocket. A soft laugh left his lips when he had heard the second knock, not wasting another moment before he unlocked the door and swung it open. “Hey” Titan hummed, drinking in the sight of Finnick. He was still handsome as ever and really if Titan was his thirteen year old self he’d probably have a semi. Instead, Titan tugged him inside and kicked the door shut. “Mm, wasn’t sure you’d show to be honest, but I’m glad you’re here” He smiled, peeling Finnick’s backpack off his shoulders and tossing it towards his couch. Titan took a moment to press a kiss to the back of his neck and then to the side, his arm winding around his waist comfortingly. “Are you nervous? Do you wanna have a drink first or do you wanna get straight into it love?”

Titan had enjoyed the time he spent with Finnick. It was different to any of the guys he’d ever been with. Finnick was different, but in a way that had Titan wanting to know more about him. The guy was sexually inexperienced and more than willing to let Titan take the reigns and what more did Titan want to then claim the boy as his own, ruining him like a wolf ravishing his prey. Being with Finnick was intoxicated an they hadn’t yet even started, merely just talking about what Titan was going to do but the day finally came and Titan to make sure everything was going to be good for the boy. Which was why he actually took the time to clean his studio and make his bed despite knowing full well that it was going to be soiled once Titan was done with Finnick. He had even set up some bubbly, nothing too serious just enough to loosen up Finnick in case any nerves were settling in and for extra measure, he had a joint he had been saving. Really, if it were up to Titan, he’d start off the night with Finnick in his lap, shotgunning until the boy was nice and relaxed under his touch and the thought of it was becoming more and more appealing. All there was left was for Finnick to arrive so they could get things started.

#muse: titan #this was short n lame rip

Saif had come home from a long day of work, expecting to wind down in his apartment, maybe have a beer and watch t.v in the company of Dash except he couldn’t because his roommate had his girlfriend over. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see them back together, really it wasn’t. It was simply because he wanted to wind down at his place devoid of seeing the guy he was fucking and his best friend sucking at each others face, especially after an overnight shift at the tattoo parlour having to hear a bunch of drunk losers whine about their life and request hard jobs. He tried his hardest not to groan aloud, instead, shrugging off his coat and throwing it over the back of the couch they had been occupying. Saif toed off his Doc Martens, relishing in the freedom of no shoes before ambled over to the fridge, peeling open the door to retrieve a beer. He flipped the cap open, letting it fall to the floor. Saif raised his beer bottle to the general direction of where the two were “To long fucking shifts and coming home and relaxing” He scoffed, taking a long swig of his beer before he ventured towards his room. “Let me know when you guys are done so I can watch my t.v” He rolled his eyes. Saif was almost never the bitter guy, never. In fact, he was level headed, cool, calm and collected. Maybe he had been disappointed in the fact he wouldn’t be getting off knowing Dash and Baylee were outside, or maybe he was pissed that he couldn’t watch the Great British Bake Off that he had craving to finish off when a customer had asked him to tattoo a cupcake onto his hip. Either way, Saif was annoyed and he made sure his roommate and his girlfriend knew that when he closed his bedroom door shut loudly behind him.

Every word Caspian spoke in return only seemed to add to how exhausted Danial was. This was the first time either of them had gotten off the plane and the two hadn’t found the quickest place to sneak off and make out heavily, shove their hands in the other’s pants, or dropped right onto their knees. It was a strange shift, and quite a different vibe than what he was used to when they first reunited. But unfortunately, this was the case. And the two were stuck dealing with it until it was resolved. Although Danial was getting very sick of how negative Caspian was being, every mention of him leaving had him forcing his anger back, not wanting to think about it. He wasn’t leaving. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. And that was that. “I want to be here, just stop it,” Danial spoke after a moment, a loud dramatic sigh leaving him right after. “Stop telling me I can leave and acting as if I would actually take that offer, you know I don’t want that.”

By now there was a frown fixed on his lips, one he couldn’t imagine would be leaving anytime soon. “I’m not trying to punish you, like I said, I was upset.” Licking his lips, Danial looked down at his legs, just now noticing how badly his leg was shaking from tapping anxiously against the car floor. He wanted out of there badly, but unfortunately for him they hadn’t even left the airport. Listening as he accepted the apology, Danial felt the slightest bit of relief, hoping this would put an end to their little argument and they would be ok.

Chewing on his lower lip nervously, he nodded slightly as he went on, only for his gaze to lift at the feeling of his hand on his wrist. Staring at him with a blank expression for a moment, Danial finally nodded slowly, his hand turning just enough to allow his fingertips to lightly trace along Caspian’s. “I know,” he responded simply, his eyes finding their hands. It was a calming view, something he always enjoyed looking at when they were together. Maybe it was odd, he didn’t care though. Seeing Caspian’s hand right there, feeling his warmth—it was his home, where he belongs. Lifting his head just in time to watch as he wiped his tears, he felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips as he heard Caspian return those three little words. “I know,” Danial mumbled after a moment, a short, tired laugh leaving him just before he was leaning towards the drivers side; hands gently gripping his cheeks just before he was pressing a hard kiss to his lips. The faintest of sighs left him, fingertips lightly tangling into his thick curls as he focused on how amazing it felt to have his boyfriends lips against his own again. “Let’s go, I really want to just kiss you right now,” he mumbled against his lips just before he was pulling back, gaze locked on Caspian. “And drive fast or I may cause an accident, I really don’t know how much longer I can wait to do that again.”

Caspian felt his shoulders slump at his boyfriend’s words. Though positive and somewhat, what he wanted to hear, he couldn’t help the weird feeling in his stomach that maybe Danial was only giving him what he wanted. But the words that followed seemed to help ease his worries. Caspian tried to smile but all he felt was the sheer force of it all, far too fake and he decided against it. Instead, he wrung his hands carefully, playing with the rings on his knuckles “If you don’t want that then don’t...act like its a burden for you to be here” He whispered, too tired to make any effort. He let out a soft sigh, the knots in his back only tightening in exhaustion. Though they fought hard and sometimes it resulted in complete chaos, when they returned to one another it was as easy as coming home. When Danial nodded slowly, Caspian felt his heart expand from its tight restriction, hand finding his easily. He craved his touch, a soft sigh punched out of him when he tangled their fingers together. It felt good to touch and be touched and it felt even better with the weight off of his shoulders. Caspian offered him a small smile at his words, “You do?” He asked quietly, watching as his boyfriend leaned across, his heart leaping to his throat. His hands found Danial’s waist as he kissed him hard, something so completely Danial that it had left something burning within Caspian. He pressed hard against his mouth, kissing him eagerly like he had wanted when he first landed. But before he knew it Danial was pulling away, his words falling on deaf ears as a whimper was drawn out of Caspian. He sought forward, eyes barely open as he parted his lips and captured the ones before him. “Just a sec” He murmured against his boyfriend’s lips, kissing him hard and feverish, lips parting open as his tongue tried to coax Danial’s lips apart, flicking against the seam of his lips. His hand rubbed slow circles into his hip, inching his shirt up just enough until he could rest his hand at his bare skin. “Can’t just kiss me like that and expect me to drive” Caspian frowned, leaning further across the center console, hands groping lazily at Danial’s thigh and waist.

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