the writer

You dirty, dirty boy ahahah! When is your mother coming?

Haha, yes, I'm sooo dirty... On the weekend. Sunday, probably, I think she's visiting a friend in Vancouver first.

Mr. Handsome? Dude… don’t feed my ego. I’m on my way to the garage now. Gotta work on some cars, man. How about you? All set for your mother?

Oh, don't lie to me. You totally like your ego being stroked, Mal, haha. Uhm yeah, the apartment's looking good, now I just have to keep myself from making a mess again until she arrives.

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You're welcome! Mr. Handsome... How are you doing?

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Garden Party || Mal & Simon

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Mal was still dizzy over the intensity of that explosive orgasm and still he managed to continued to thrust against Simon, pleasing his lover in the same amount as he was pleasing him. The clenching muscles around his length were milking every single drop of cum as the Welsh felt his own seed flooding the writer. Their kisses became more desperate and intense, panting as one as he looked into Simon’s beautiful blue eyes. Simon was close too. He could tell not only by the writer’s words but also due to the way he moved, the way he moaned, the way his body tensed up completely at the verge of his orgasm. “Cum, presh. Cum all over us, baby…” Despite feeling his legs and arms sore from the continuous effort of pinning Simon to the wall, Mal felt a last adrenaline jump, making the Welshman pin Simon harder against the wall, investing against the man’s prostate faster and harder in those last seconds. He wanted to see Simon cum. He wanted to see the blissful expression of his orgasm plastered on his face. To hear him moan as he came. To become one with the other man. A smile creeped up the blonde’s lips as the sound of Simon’s moans echoed on his ears as mind, soon feeling the hot jets of the writer’s seed being shot all over their bodies. It was magnificent. Mal panted harder as he pushed himself deeper one last time, the engorged head of his cock fully pressed against Simon’s prostate as his blue eyes watched with fascination the amazing moment where Simon stained both of them with their own seed. “So fucking beautiful, presh.” The Welsh smiled as he began to feel his breathing returning to normal, kissing Simon in a slower and more intimate way. Thanking his lover for the amazing afternoon. For the mind blowing fuck. “Maybe we should lay down a little bit, yeah?” His arms and legs were killing him and Mal knew he needed to lay down. “You can take a nap with me, if you want…” Mal really hoped Simon would. When both of their bodies fell on the bed, the Welsh slowly removed himself from Simon, wrapping his arms around the writer’s naked frame. They really needed more afternoons like that. Just the two of them.

Garden Party || Mal & Simon

The more Simon moaned and screamed his name, the harder and deeper the Welsh’s hips thrusted against the writer’s tight hole. To have his lover pinned against the wall as their bodies moved in perfect sync, to have his lips kissing him like his life was depending on it. Mal grunted in pleasure against Simon’s neck as he kept investing in a relentless way against the deep, warm hole of the writer. He could feel all the muscles clenching around his cock, almost like wanting to keep him prisoner inside of him. To keep pleasuring him in ways that would make his toes curl, his blood move faster, his heart race. “Simon…” The Welsh could feel his legs starting to tremble with the effort of keeping his lover in that position, but even so, he kept going. He continued to fuck Simon until their combined moans resonated through the walls, the tightening embrace around his neck pulling him closer and making Mal look straight into Simon’s beautiful blue eyes. He was so breathtakingly beautiful. Stealing another kiss before panting on a near-orgasm state against Simon’s lips, Mal’s hands squeezed the writer’s cheeks, investing against him harder and faster than before. “I’m close, presh… I’m so… I’m so close…” Mal could feel his throat so dry that it was burning. His muscles were tingling with the effort of keeping the writer in that position. His toes were curling from the insane pressure on his groin, alerting him that he could explode at any given moment. To think that he hid himself from that sort of liberty. The liberty that allowed him to be himself. To have that sort of pleasure without restraints. “Look at me…” Mal kept one hand supporting Simon’s backside as the other cupped the writer’s face, looking into his blue eyes as he felt the pressure become too unbearable to push back anymore. “S-Simon… SIMON!” The Welsh closed his eyes and kissed the writer fully on the lips the exact moment when he felt himself explode inside of him. Like a never ending orgasm. His cock pulsed against the tightening walls as came hard. He had no idea he was capable of such intense orgasms that even made his heart stop… “I want…” Mal gasped against Simon’s lips as he tried to recover his breath, still thrusting against his lover in order to allow Simon to milk all of him. “I want to see you cum, presh…”

#p: garden party #mallewellyn

They found themselves in yet another viscious cycle making their arousal and hunger, as well as the need to satisfy it, spiral upwards in never-known-before heights. While his moans and screams seemed to fuel the Welsh's energy and drive the beast inside him to thrust and fuck him harder, Simon in return only got louder and even wilder in his moans the more intense Mal was investing against his hole. Every part of the writer was holding on tightly to his lover; his arms were seeking support on the mechanic, feeling his body close to him and being amazed by how the other surely was starting to tremble and still was driven to keep going by the adrenaline and their primal, sexual urges; his muscles were clenching around the pulsing prick fucking him so hard and intensely, strangling it, trapping it inside him greedily... unwilling and unable to let go of Mal in any way, and he could barely process the other's words or even reply to them as all that came out of his lips were moans and whimpers, screams, as the writer was panting and sweating and looking into his lover's eyes. "Me... me too... So close, Mal...", he managed to groan, breathless, the world spinning and leaving only lust and pleasure, and while his lips were too busy whimpering and moaning and screaming, his blue eyes were smiling as he locked them with Mal's and felt the Welshman explode inside him, closing his eyes as well and focusing only on the kiss, on this incredibly intense orgasm that was filling his insides with his lover's seed, Simon clenching around the other as he felt himself tremble and almost shake. "T-Then look, handsome... O-Oh god... Mal... Oh fuck MAL!" He couldn't touch himself, he didn't trust his remaining strength enough to let go of the other's body for a single second, but he didn't need to, his lover's orgasm and the throbbing, pulsing cock thrusting against him were more than enough to make him lose control, screaming Mal's name as he came, his own prick exploding between their sweaty bodies, painting them with his seed as the world blurred before his eyes, the intensity of his climax making Simon forget the world, forget his own name for a moment, forget everything except for the feeling, the pleasure, the absolute sensation.

Well, there’s always a positive side in everything, man! It’s unfortunate the circumstances that brings her here but you get so spend time with her, which is good! Ahahahah! That type of a mom, uh? She sounds amazing. Just my lips? I actually miss all of you. Maybe we should schedule another afternoon to drink more wine? That’s the right choice, Simon. One day you’ll find someone amazing and you’ll introduce him to your mom. I’ll be your straight friend who will still buy you two dinner.

Haha, yeah. She really is amazing. She's the best mother in the world, I mean many guys probably say that about her mother. But mine is... special. It was always just her and me, and we're an awesome team. I miss all of you too, silly... a lot. More than you think. I would love that! With or without the wine. As long as you're there, I'm in. Haha, just watch out - if you continue to be so incredibly handsome and amazingly charming, she'll want you to become my new stepdaddy! But yeah... One day, you'll find that amazing person too. And I'll be your gay friend who will take you out some other time in return.

Right, right! It kind of sucks that she actually has to come here due to something like that, but at the same time you get so spend time with her which is a good thing! You’re obviously very close to your mom and that’s like… super awesome, see? It’s your call, Simon. I can pull the boyfriend act for a couple of hours every day while your mom is here. Not like she will wants us to make out or something… right? I could kiss you right about now, too. It’s your call. Fake boyfriend or your real straight friend?

Yeah, you're definitely right about that. It does suck but I'm focusing on the positive aspects of it all. My mom likes Kingsfall, I'm sure she'll love to be back for a few days! Haha, no no, I highly doubt she'll want us to make out. If we did she would probably just give us some privacy, maybe a condom, haha. Mhh I wish you were here and would do just that. I miss your lips, actually... Hm. I will regret that decision... But as much as I would love the opportunity to kiss your straight lips, my mom deserves to someday meet my real boyfriend, right? A guy who'd actually rather kiss me than a girl, haha. And you deserve a real girlfriend to kiss. But thanks, Mal. Really.

Police…? Is everything alright? Well, I’d only do it if you think it will make her happy otherwise I can just be what I am. You’re straight friend! Although I wouldn’t mind kissing you again. I’m sure! Shall I take you both out for dinner or something?

It's just the thing that I mentioned before... that murder investigation. My mom can testify about the connection I had to the guy who is dead. Well, thinking that I have a guy like you as my boyfriend? Yes, that would make her very happy for me. On the other hand, I think she's fine with me being single until I have a real boyfriend, haha. I wouldn't mind that either... I really like kissing you, handsome. Oh wow, that would be great! But only if you're my boyfriend. If you're my straight friend, I'll take you out.

Well if you want, I can try. I mean… how long will she be around here? Isn0t just hugging and holding hands and looking all lovey-dovey? I can do that? You’re making me anxious now! I always get nervous when I meet my friends parents, dude…

I'm not sure yet. She's going to go and talk to the police and I will show her how the town has changed since Christmas, and so on. Well if you think you can do that, I won't say no, haha. Aw, don't be anxious... She's great, really. You will like her.

Ahahahahah! Shall I pretend to be your boyfriend or something to make her happy? I can do hands holding and pecks on the lips but… that’s all. It’s for a good cause. I want to meet her! If you’re anything like her, I bet she’s a blast.

Haha, oh man! I don't know? It sounds like a hilarious idea right now to be honest. Though I'm unsure if you could handle that, my friend... She won't stop loving you down, you know. Oh she is a blast indeed, she's amazing. Greatest woman on earth.

Your mother is coming? That’s so awesome! I guess you do need to take care of your priorities first, then. I mean, it’s your mother!

Yeah, it is awesome! You'll love her! Just a heads up though, you're great-looking and charming so she'll try to force you to marry me. I guess your safest bet is marrying her instead, you're straight after all.

mallewellyn replied to your post:I wish I could just go back to bed…

Why don’t you?

Haha, I can't... I have to work a bit and also clean the apartment. My mother's coming in a few days and I want to have the place be presentable.