Currently obsessed with: Redacted Audio, Bastards vs Zombies, Arcane, Wind Breaker, Kpop Demon Hunters, The Apothecary Diaries, any crappy dating show, any and all music.
I also write NSFW(18+) stuff sometimes because I'm an insatiable goblin, so please peruse my letters with caution.
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Write to you soon,
Ruubric ♡
[Obviously don't engage of you're a weirdo with any -ists or -ics that are unsavory (read: disgusting; you know what i mean).]
It isn't often that Honey finds themself in this position.
Back arching up off the bed, legs wrapped around their boyfriend's snapping hips and arms being pinned into the mattress by Guy's one large hand.
It's quite rare, actually. Since they're the ones usually doing the pinning.
But they honestly can't complain.
He looks so beautiful, staring them down like this. His wanton moans slipping from his lips and his skin glistening with sweat. His hips slamming against their ass is becoming more erratic. They squirm again, trying to touch him, but he just strengthens his grip.
Honey's whole being flutters. God, they love it when he manhandles them.
"Y-you're gonna cum," they grin up at him. They always win, even on their back.
Something between a laugh and a moan is squeezed out of him. He leans down, pressing just enough weight on their body as he slows his hips down. He brings his gaze to theirs, watching every stroke of pleasure flash in their eyes with every roll of his hips. "You think so?" Honey can feel the rumbling in his chest.
"Mmm-hmmmghfuck," they whine out. And yes, they know he's going to tease them for that in the foreseeable future, but that's Future Honey's problem.
"Fuck," Guy buries his nose in their neck. "You're so tight." His warm mouth starts to plant kisses down the slope of their neck to their shoulder. He whispers, "and you smell soo fucking good."
They don't even have a chance to think of responding before his dick pumps inside of them at a speed quick enough to turn their brain into mush. And they can't even hold onto him!
Guy, ever the opportunitist, uses his free hand to snake between their legs and start rubbing their most sensitive place with his slick fingers. It's like turning on the mute button, he thinks to himself, watching Honey's whimpers be snatched away, their mouth open, heavy breathing. No sound.
"Wait, what's that?" He huffs out, still thrusting heavy into them. "Shit, Honey, I can't...uh...I can't hear you."
He feels Honey's wrist jump in his grip, which he quickly tightens, their muscle memory telling them to give him a loving smack. He snorts, amused, but that quickly melts into frantic moaning as they squeeze down on him and attempt to buck up to meet him.
Oh fuck.
One... two... three.... release.
An orgasm ripples through each of their bodies, draining all the strength and form out of them as they both go limp. Guy still does his best to not completely squish his lover underneath his body.
He presses his forehead against theirs though, a beat of silence. Before the two start chuckling out, their breathy laughs mingling together.
He kisses their nose, "sorry I was so mean."
Honey smiles up at him, their smile weak on their lips but shining brilliantly in their eyes. "you're allowed to be mean sometimes." They press a sweet kiss to his chin, "I liked it anyway."
for @chimckenns, who is soo cool and treats all of us with some tasty stuff and @cudavianka who writes some bomb stuff and gave me the sickest Asher music playlist that ended up inspiring this.
Love ya.
also.....
nsfw♡
[This is a part two to this drabble].
Asher slips his fingers into his mouth and makes obnoxious licking noises.
"Napkins exist for a reason," Milo rolls his eyes as he wipes off his own fingers with one of the paper towels sitting in the center of the table.
"You're such a mess eater," Angel nudges Ash with a big grin that leaves no room for innocence.
Asher snorts and nudges them back, "you should ask my spouse about that sometime."
Angel laughs and shakes their head, "I've heard all I needed to hear, trust me."
Babe, who would normally playfully scold the two for their uncouth behaviour, is silent. They just can't erase that image out of their mind; Asher's head bowed as if in a prayer, lapping up every molecule of slick on his fingers. His unfairly beautiful lashes fluttering the moment his tongue is coated in the taste.
"Ugh, Ash, your hot dog is basically drowning in ketchup, how are you gonna taste anything?" David grumbles, giving his most serious side-eye at the hot dog that's almost completely buried in the red substance.
Asher looks down at his food, as if just seeing it for the first time. "Y'know, it kinda looks like a bloodied appendage... Sam, does this look tempting to you?"
Sam narrows his eyes at the golden retriever, causing Darlin to bark out a sharp laugh. "Ash. No."
Asher shrugs, completely undeterred. "It's fine. Besides, I like my food dripping." His eyes instantly lock onto Babe's, blazing with... to even call it desire would be underestimating it. They're blazing with promise.
Babe would have probably drowned in his eyes if they weren't obscured by a heavy white substance.
Sweetheart had thrown a napkin at Ash's face. "Behave." Their eyes dart to the beta's spouse, "both of you."
"That's rich coming from you," Asher throws his head back and laughs. Babe catches a glimpse at the fading lovebite at his collarbone; they're gonna have to renew it tonight.
But the way his curls tumble past his shoulders, and his eyes are squeezed shut as he howls with laughter, the way the moonlight catches his skin and makes him glow... they might crawl across the table and do more than pepper his skin with hickeys.
"Your hair is getting so long these days," Angel notes once Asher's done with his cackling.
"Yeah, I'm thinking of cutting it--"
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"You're... not... cutting your hair," Babe hisses out between whimpers pumped out of them with every thrust up of Asher's hips.
Sitting in the exact place he was in when the pack ate together earlier, the other seats are noticeably empty. The only sounds amongst the chirping of crickets and the occasional frog ribbit was the slapping of Asher's balls and thighs up into Babe's ass, every time they slammed down onto his dick.
"Oh yeah?" He mumbles into their neck, pressing wet and sloppy kisses to every slope. "You think you can stop me--ah!" His breath and words fizzle into desperate whining as Babe clamps down on him, using all their muscles to squeeze as tight as they possibly could.
Asher couldn't escape if he wanted to.... which luckily, he didn't.
"Evil." He whispers at their jaw, nibbling the flesh there.
Babe tangles their fingers in his hair, drawing his face up firmly to look at them, a pitched moan slips from his lips as his hips mindlessly piston up. His eyes are blown out, hungrily taking in every feature of them that he can see. He looks gorgeous, his sweat like a glossy sheen in the moonlight.
"Go slower," they whisper, their lips just a mere inch from his own. Their grip in his hair, preventing him from closing the distance. "There's a certain vein I want to feel."
The pride in their eyes sparks the moment they watch his own roll into the back of his head as his fingers dig into their ass. They can feel how painfully delicious it is for him to slowly ease and lower them up and down his pulsing cock.
And yet, he has this watery smirk as he looks up at them, revelling in the growing, tantalizing torment that grows in Babe's eyes as they regret asking him to go so slow with every push of the ecstasy envelope.
Ruu, any thoughts/ideas on Avior in those trying times?
AHHHH AN AVIOR REQUEST IN THIS ECONOMY???
happy to oblige :)
also....
slightly nsfw ♡
Starlight had gone to work earlier this morning.
Their eyes wide with their caffeine buzz as they scrambled for their boots, half-heartedly making jokes about how even though they escaped hell, they're still working a dreaded nine-to-five, so did leaving even make a difference?
They had given him this smile before they left. "I can stay. If you need. Call in sick or something," they had said. Avior insisted they go... and so they did.
...and so Avior is all alone.
In his lover's house.... which he has never been in before.
His bare feet pad on the wooden floors as his eyes take in all there is to see about them, without them sheepishly explaining that they were in a rush the last time they left their house for two years... unknowingly.
His eyes take in all the ferns and beads and little trinkets hanging from every corner. He can picture them excitedly bringing all these treasures back home.
His fingers trail over the spines of the books that stand old but proud on their bookshelf. He can't help but chuckle slightly to himself, envisioning them poring over each of them with their big, curious eyes that hungrily chase after words previously read, looking for something new to discover.
Their house is the very picture of a creative mess. And even though Starlight had fidgeted awkwardly, eyes on him as they showed him around their home, he thought it was beautiful.
It was them.
He could see them... in the random paint sploshes in their kitchen sink and door handles. In the sticky notes of random questions and reminders scattered throughout the house... he notices one on the back of the door that says: drink more water. He should remind them to do that more.
His adventures lead him to their bedroom, where they had spent the night tangled in each other's arms. They had attempted to make it before they left.So, there were a few bumps and lumps.
He eases himself onto it and buries his nose in their pillow. It smells just like them. From here, he can see a crumpled receipt from their favourite coffee shop. His lips tug up. That's a lot of coffee.
He reaches for the jewellery that sits on their bedside desk. The pieces they wore for those two years. He remembers how warm each of the beads felt under his fingers when he held them for the first time.
If he could've met them differently... if their first intimacies together wouldn't have been in hell... metaphorical or otherwise.
He takes another sniff of their scent and feels his body melt into their cush bed. His hands tangle the sheets, much like theirs had a few hours ago.
Their sexual energy was served to him as a full buffet; their love, their happiness, relief, excitement, nerves... all of it felt like a power line being plugged into his chest.
He remembers how shyly they looked up at him. As if having sex in their house exposed them more than being naked ever did... and in a way, they were right.
But Avior showed them that he adored every single part of him with the way his tongue painted between their legs.
Lovely strutting their stuff until they arrive in front of Vincent who was reading on the couch.
He sets his book aside, wondering what his love had in mind.
Lovely smiles innocently, but then reaches underneath his oversized shirt that they were wearing, one that went past their knees, and pulled down their red lacy underwear. Dropping it to the floor, they step out of it, holding it in between their fingers.
Meanwhile Vincent’s jaw went slack, mind reeling trying to catch up with what is happening while all he could focus on was the fact that now they’re wearing nothing but his shirt.
They unbutton one more button for good measure, eyelashes batting as they smirk at his expression. They take one step closer to him, to which Vincent spread his legs to let them approach closer. Lovely accepts the invitation and stands between his legs, underwear thrown aside as they rest their arms over his shoulders. Leaning down, they tease him with a ghost of a kiss, one that has Vincent chasing their lips for more. His hands hold their waist, but start to trail down and under their shirt.
They lean down once more, seemingly giving in to Vincent’s pleading gaze…
Before they tap into their vampiric speed and run away in the blink of an eye. Vincent has to take a few seconds to register what happened, but once he did, oh it was on.
There’s only one thing he wants right now, and he’s definitely getting it.
Lovely’s laugh could be heard echoing from the hallways.
He seems so innocent. That fucking faker. Standing in between David, Milo and Angel, beaming like he's the sun reincarnated. He throws his head back at something David's spouse says and nudges a smirking Milo.
Fuck.
How can he just stand there and laugh right after he spent most of the morning in between their legs?!
Babe feels themself throb at the memory of his wet tongue, painstakingly lapping up every drop of them.
They watch as his hand slide up into his hair sweeping it out of his eyes. They remember how those same fingers darted and filled the place where they needed him most. They remember how slick they were when they entered his mouth, and how eagerly he tucked on them.
Those eyes that are twinkling with mischief now, were absolutely blown out and smug when they looked up at Babe that morning, so fucking satisfied with the desperate moaning that was being sucked out of his spouse...all thanks to him.
Despite everyone telling them college would be hard, they still tried to keep their head up, waking up every day and promising themselves that the next one would be better.
Until they opened their wallet while standing in a lane of the grocery store they kept visiting regularly, and noticed the few last bills crumpled in the compartment of their otherwise empty wallet, coins rattling in a way that told them there was not much. Barely enough to last them until the next paycheck, truth be told, with proper groceries needed to be done, because how long can someone survive only on cup noodles and toasted bread? Their stomach was already revolting at the idea, vegetable section in the shop never looked more appealing, despite the atrocious prices written on the tags.
The paper shopping list in their hand seemed like a joke in their current situation and they sighed, fixing the beige tote bag on their shoulder, feeling not only the weight of some perishables already inside, but also one of the upcoming call they unfortunately would have to make, their pride be damned. They needed some cash, fast. Preferably easy too, but they doubted it was possible.
One call, that would be enough. No one had to know beside them and the recipient of the conversation, or rather, desperate confession of changing their mind due to financial situation. When they were first offered the gig, they refused immediately, not even a second thought slipping through their mind with how the decision seemed final for them. No matter how much they were begged to reconsider and give it a shot, they were stubborn in the verdict, and it felt ten times worse now ,to actually admit defeat on their statement.
Well. Life changed. Way too quickly.
Babysitting was never their thing. They never did it voluntarily, always being forced as one of the eldest kids in the family, the reunions and gatherings ending up with them having a bunch of toddlers running around, asking questions and begging for things they couldn't keep up with. To willingly agree to a night full of no doubt, cries and stomping feet was a sign of madness. Or desperation. But the aspect of extra cash made them cave in, especially when the total for their shopping beamed at them on the screen of the cash register, the cashier offering a smile and the receipt, and all they could do, was to keep it together hard enough to not have a breakdown in the middle of a grocery shop of all places. With a fake smile, they wished them a nice day. Maybe at least one person could have it.
The kid who they assumed was an incarnation of a demon, from what they remembered her as in her constantly wailing newborn phase, turned out to be actually the sweetest little girl in existence. Her mother couldn't help the flood of "thank you's" that spilled when they called and agreed on keeping an eye on her for the night, everything set and ready when they arrived in the late afternoon. Dinner eaten without any whining, bath taken quickly, clothes changed into pyjamas and with everything was going as smooth as possible, they couldn't believe their luck at all.
With brown curls braided neatly before her bedtime, a book read to sleep, plushie tucked between her arms, slurry "goodnight" muttered under her nose when they turned of the big light, leaving only the night lamp, a little owl illuminating the room with gentle pink hue, the tired bundle of energy finally dozed off after a busy day. Door being left open just in case something happened, glass of water left on the nightstand in case she turned thirsty, they could finally sigh and straighten their back, spine and joints in their shoulders popping with a crack far too loud after a day of constant tea parties, vet visits and healing sick plushies.
Who knew that a college "barely-keeping-it-together" adult could be so skilled in so many fields beside magic? And to think they put the girl to sleep without using said magic? That was a huge accomplishment and they deserved that mental shoulder pat they offered themselves on the way downstairs, footsteps thudding on the wooden steps, the couch calling their name in the softest promise of best sleep they could get as of late, pillows all fluffy and blanket draped over the backrest, tempting more than it should. Would falling asleep be even appropriate in their predicament? What if the one upstairs woke up and started calling for them, but they wouldn't hear?
One solution was left. An aid was needed, and they knew exactly where to ask for it. Or who, actually.
Dialling the number was already easy enough, judging by how often it was picked from their contact list. Maybe even too often, but none of them seemed to mind it at all, always giddy to see the ID on the screen of their phones. Late night or early morning, after their shift in the cafe nearby where another customer tested their patience or after his classes, all frustrated because the professor caught him cheating once again, psychokinesis always losing with his natural skill for controlling gravity. It didn't matter about what they talked about, as long as their voices could be heard in their phones' speakers.
"Hey," he sounded gruff.
"Busy?"
"Not anymore. What's up?" they heard the click of laptop being turned off, accompanied by a notebook being set aside, he was probably studying, they remembered him talking about a test upcoming by the end of the week.
"I cannot fall asleep for the next four to five hours. Any genius ideas to make it happen?"
"Coffee. Big amounts."
"Oh, how could I have forgotten about that, huh? Any other obvious choices you could suggest?" they laid down on the couch, legs bend at their knees, slightly swaying back and forth. He chuckled, they heard it, and involuntarily did the same.
"Is the job really so boring? I thought you had a great time, judging by the photos you sent to the group chat. Flower crowns suit you well, so does the stethoscope. " he couldn't have been serious, it was all sent as a joke.
"Maybe I should change the field of my expertise and take up veterinary studies. Theo would certainly appreciate it" He laughed even louder and it sounded like heaven. Shame he did it so rarely.
"I'm so glad he cannot hear it, I can only imagine him growing all upset, feathers ruffled and all." That, was a vision to see.
Before they could open their mouth to say something else, he was already speaking.
"If the coffee offer sounds too awful for you and your sensitive stomach, I can offer a more of an emergency solution."
"Oh, pray tell?." Gods, they felt like a teenager from a trashy rom com. The only missing thing was a diary in which they would write with their glitter pen that the cute boy from the school talked to them while they bumped each other in the corridor.
"Pepperoni, soda and trashy movies?"
"Ditch the pepperoni, add extra cheese."
"Right. See you soon, please do not fall asleep on me." With a thank you and an address given, they hung up, head landing on the soft pillow they shouldn't be laying on. A short nap wouldn't hurt, right? They would just close their eyes for a brief moment, which couldn't be a bad idea–
They turned on the TV instead, volume turned down to the appropriate level, mindful of the other member of the temporary household. The show may not have been the greatest, and the people answering the questions should have probably gone back to primary school with their lack of knowledge, but they got invested enough to not think about sleep. And to miss the doorbell the first time it rung.
"Sorry, I…well… I almost won a million dollars. Got too into that." After finally opening the door, they pointed at the show still playing when he took off his jacket, two boxes stacked on top of each other, cans of soda balanced next to the sauces. They reached their hands to take them from him in order to help, getting a shake of his head and a gracious smile in return. He really began to do it more often, and they couldn't admire it enough every time it happened.
"It certainly will help with those new studies of yours." he mused, walking to the living room, setting everything on the coffee table. Box of pepperoni for him, second box with extra cheesy pizza for them, sodas and…fries. Of course.
It wouldn't be a "Lincoln meal" if it didn't include fries.
"How's the little one?"
"Tired. Asleep. Apparently, I have a nice smile and cute cheeks, whatever that means. And I would make a perfect fairy." they spoke between the bites, the pizza tasting more than better. After dinner eaten more out of company than actual hunger, they were feeling too awkward to rummage through the fridge, even if it belonged to a family member, and they were actually encouraged to do so. "Make yourself at home," their aunt said when she explained everything to them.
It still felt too awkward.
"Makes sense." he nodded, cracking the can open and taking a sip first, just looking around the house. It was nicely decorated, he had to agree.
"Does it really? Every two weeks, I earn a different nickname or occupation, so I just let it pass me by." another bite, cheese breaking mid pull and landing on their chin. The round of the show finished, and the TV presenter announced next week teams before the end credits rolled in.
"I guess. I was never called that, so I can only imagine."
Right. How stupid they could be for forgetting about that vital aspect of his life.
"I didn't–"
"I know. But maybe she has a point. You do have nice cheeks, though you have some sauce on them, too." At his comment, they quickly reached for a napkin, trying to clean themselves off, saving their face in quite a literal manner.
"You could have said something–" Before they could finish, the stairs creaked under the weight of rushed footsteps practically sprinting downstairs, rustle of blanket dragged by the owner following right after.
"Hey, you were supposed to be asleep, missy!" they dropped the pizza onto the carton box, wiping their hands into the napkins to open their arms for the kid to climb their lap, eyes being rubbed with her fists, hair more than messy.
"What happened? Bad dream?" they lowered the voice, brushing the messy strands from her face to check for any tears. There were none, fortunately.
"The neighbours' dogs are barking too loud." tiny voice explained, the little girl looking warily over their arm at the man, surprised just like she was.
"Oh. Well, this is…"
"Lincoln. Nice to meet you—"
"Lil" the girl answered and reached out her hand for him to shake. He did, shoulders slightly less tense at the gesture.
"Lily. My cousin-niece, because of the age difference."
"Sure. Nice to meet you, Lil."
"Can I have a fry?" the brown haired girl who was deep asleep not too long ago, let the inseparable teddy bear rest aside, and turned her big doe eyes right at the man, tiny hand reaching to the box of fries he was holding. He glanced up at Dreamer, looking rather surprised by the sudden question aimed at him.
"If he agrees, then you can eat some. But if you tell your mother, I'm telling that it was you who knocked the plant in the kitchen off the counter."
"You can't do that, you promised!"
"It's okay…here, we can share." Before their play fight escalated, Lincoln offered the box, shifting a little closer to them both, meal supposedly for him being divided between two hungry fry eaters.
It was late, way past Lily's bedtime, the TV offered only reruns of sitcoms yet none of them felt sleepy at all, pizzas all eaten, sodas finished and a half empty glass of sparkling water standing all on the coffee table, blanket draped over them all, Lily tucked cosily into Dreamer, whose head landed on Lincoln's shoulder, muffled giggles and conversations filling in the room.
"Can you really lift that? Isn't it heavy?" Lily asked him, pointing into another thing she managed to see in the light of the TV.
"It weighs nothing when I'm using my magic." despite the flood of questions targeted at his skills, he seemed to have the patience of a saint when it came to the little and wide awake girl toying with the teddy bear's ears, petting the fur strands.
"Could you lift an elephant too?"
"Even two."
"Wow." the genuine admiration in her voice made both of the adults smile sheepishly. Yet another time this late evening and they began to count every single one because all of them mattered.
"Can I also do that?"
"Maybe? When you grow up, we will see what powers you will get. And then, you'll go to school and learn more about them and how to use them properly."
"Can you teach me that when I finally get my magic?"
At that, Dreamer was ready to melt, their breath hitching for a moment. Whatever Lily was doing without much thought behind her curiosity, just her natural innocence that came with age, it was working wonders and the usually quiet graviton energetic was beginning to open up more and more.
"Yeah. Yeah, I can teach you, Lil. I'm sure that we can work something out.
When their aunt came back home, all three of them were deep in sleep, TV turned off, only the sound of gentle snoring echoing in the quiet of the living room, blanket still covering them all, but tucked tighter on Dreamer's and Lily's side. In the morning, when they both kept apologising for letting the girl stay awake for too long, the beyond well rested bundle of energy was trying to lift sticks and dried leaves in the garden at the back of the house while her mother prepared them both mugs of coffee. The woman, despite being initially and rightfully upset, wouldn't let them leave at least without something warm to drink, bless her heart of gold.
And when she called Dreamer two weeks later, asking them to babysit once again because Lily begged to "play house" once more, they couldn't help but agree in an instant, extra cash or not. Somehow they already knew that Lincoln wouldn't need much convincing either.
It's honestly maddening that it took me this long to respond to an ask but here you gooooo
Asher Spicy Headcanons 🥵😵💫
When Asher and Baabe are making out, when Baabe takes their kisses in a line down his jaw, Asher loves to tilt his head and expose his neck to them. Of course, their mouth finds his favorite spot there and he loses it, head tipping back and he lets out the tiniest sound through heavy breaths. He grows in volume as Baabe leaves their mark on the spot.
Asher with his mouth buried between Baabe's legs, reveling in their taste, their sound, their scent. On the rare occasion he can get his eyes to focus, he's seeking out Baabe's. Gazing up at them like he's been allowed to kiss the hand of royalty.
But the way his tongue is working… that would never be allowed in decent company. Their loss. His eyes flutter shut and his breath fans over their skin as he works, moaning as he takes in all the sensations of them.
It's common knowledge between the two that they both enjoy when Baabe is in control of Asher's pleasure, deciding when and where Asher gets to touch or when he has to keep his hands to himself. He's never admitted this more than once, but he loves when Baabe is riding him one minute then completely still the next. When he's forced to lay there, waiting, and just take whatever gentle, fleeting touches they offer him in the meantime and squirm under the attention.
He loves it. He really hates it. It feels like every little graze of skin on skin is searing hot, and every tug on his hair he feels all the way down his body, sent straight to his hips that jolt ever so slightly despite his effort to maintain control. He loves it because they know exactly what it does to him.
Vincent posted the cutest hard launch pic with Lovely when they got together for real
It was a picture of them kissing in the sunset, the orange sky from the disappearing sun becoming the perfect backdrop as Lovely leaned in and Vincent caught them, him sitting on the edge of the hood of his car.
He’d given up on love a long time ago.
Lovely gave him reason to live again.
He wanted the world to know how much they meant to him.
the damihux pill. you can take up to one billion a day
short notes
now i have their “”final”” designs down
drawing huxley’s locs was difficult but very quickly became my new favourite subject
damien has an anti-eyebrow piercing. he would
he also has ear piercings because he’s a gay dude from a homophobic single mother ofc his ears are pierced don’t ask me stupid questions
dames is average height hux is just giant
hux’s hands are huge and calloused by the way
second photo’s a reference to the lasko date bonus audio iykyk but it’s one of my fav moments of these two ever i had to include it
requested by @grillbro kalen dude it’s been approximately three decades due to external forces at play against me but alas damihux will prevail. i hope u enjoy these as much as i enjoyed drawing them
Sinking down into David’s huge cock inch by inch, watching his face melt into sheer bliss as he feels you around him 😩
His hands hold your hips in place as he fills you to the brim, eyes watching carefully as you adjust to his size
He nuzzles your neck as your breath hitches when he twitches inside
“Breathe, baby.” He whispers against your ear, desperately trying to control his own pleasure - your comfort is always his priority.
After a few moments, you clench around him, eliciting a growl from the man. He nips your jaw, voice low as he warns you, “you’re gonna pay for that”, and thrusts up, right at that spot that has you seeing stars
"Gavin," Damien says through gritted teeth, as he glares at the incubus through his lashes that have become damp with sweat. "I'm not gonna play with you anymore if you aren't trying."
Gavin huffs, teasingly swaying his body from side to side. Not a single gasp of breathlessness, not a single drop of sweat. He looks as fresh as a fricking daisy. "And what if I am trying? What if this is the hardest--" he smirks at his own innuendo "--that I can go?"
Damien glares at him, harsher. "Gavin."
"You're right. I can go harder," Gavin winks. He glances over at his deviant and Huxley, who are playing cheerleaders on the sidelines. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question. Freelancer just smiles and nods, go for it.
Gavin shrugs, well... if everyone wanted it, who was he to deny them?
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Damien is almost a sweaty pile of human at Gavin's feet after the hour-long match. Though he lost, credit should be handed to him. Gavin isn't used to being challenged so fiercely.
The incubus coolly twists the racket in his hand, seemingly examining its make. "You know, you were right, wildfire. I should start putting more effort into this stuff." He bends so he's eye-level with his friend. He can't deny the excitement that burns in his chest from the blaze in Damien's eye. Is that annoyance? Exhaustion? Pure unbridled passion? Well, whatever it is, Damien's eyes are positively alight. "I really like seeing you like this."
"You're enjoying this too much," Damien nearly wheezes.
A beautiful beam spreads on Gavin's face, as he wrinkles his nose: "maybe."
The fire elemental flops onto his back. "Enjoy this while it lasts. I will beat you next time."
Gavin just snorts, then he bops Damien's nose. And much to the incubus' surprise, Damien just closes his eyes and smiles. And Huxley was right... Damien really does have a beautiful smile.
