#;the quick

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For @thrcbbing from here

For Frankie, at least, how they'd ended up in this position was the last thing on his mind. Not when he could practically feel how much interest the other had been paying to him recently. maybe not as aware of the fact the guy was clearly pent up, but still. who was he to deny it when the other had started tugging at his shirt? fabric tossed to the side, and more than happy to groan with the way the other's hand slipped up the leg of his shorts to start stroking him off. "Didn't know you got this horned up so quick, Billy. Should've definitely done this sooner." Frakie kept his tone even despite the way his hips were rocking up to meet the other's fist. Almost missing the way the other's head was sliding to the side, before letting out a surprised groan of his own when that face was pressing up beneath his arm. Shifting it a little, tucking his arm behind his head to make sure the younger had all the room he wanted, while his other hand was reaching to instead curl his fingers in to his hair. "You like that? You wanna get a taste, too?" Encouraging the other deeper, and shifting a leg to press between Billy's legs in turn. See just how turned on the other was.

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Demigods

Jeremy Vincent, son of Dionysus. Born with a lust for life in hi sbody, and readily accepting it at every turn. Ever drawn to a party, inhibiton, and excess it's easy to take in the mask of a party boy with little care in the world. The mask of success, of adventure, of freedom.

Eduardo Espinose, son of Aphrodite. A parade of mistresses and lovers of his father have given him something of a complex when it comes to said man, but beyond that? Honeyed words and silver tongue, persuassive to the detriment of those around him, yet so deeply ingrained with the need to be wanted beyond something transactional. Craving for love beyond the fleeting, but understanding it as a perfectly viable tool in his arsenal.

Frankie Cortes, son of Hermes. Blessed with being fleet of foot, not necessarily fleet of thought, the conseuqneces to his actions rarely have a chance to form before they're hitting him in the face. Sometimes literally. Deft fingers, quick feet, and a smile that betrays nothing and everything all at once. Disarming in a way that doesn't seem intentional, but benefits him nonetheless.

Gabriel Freire, 'son' of Hestia. Warm and welcoming as the flames of the hearth, not a dishonest bone in his body. A man who learned to seek family through connection and choice than by blood, abandoned and welcomed by the hearthfire. Built himself a home from the pieces of those around him, and lit it with his own flame. Filled it with a warmth all of his own.

David King, son of Eris. Hard to say whether he's a liability or just reckless, but he's certainly know to thrive in chaos. Something of a vengeful streak against those that underestimate him, while chasing the adrenaline the world has to offer. Diing beneath the sea, or climbing mountains. Anything feel the rush that comes from treading that fine line between this world and the next.

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Peach from whoever you want @stainedplum

For @stainedplum - peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

In his defence, who wouldn't take the opportunity that had presented itself? Flirting with somebody whose music he'd spent more than a few years of his life listening to could've easily just fallen flat, but Adán had showed an interest. Flirted back. The fact it had eventually moved it's way to the backroom of a club, with the other man dragged in to his lap and so eagerly grinding down on him. He wasn't even going to pretend he wasn't hard as a rock, but considering he could feel the firm line of Adán's own practically straining in his pants. So, yes, his hands did eentually decide tht holding the other by his waist was no longer good enough, and instead shifted them down until he could get them down the back of the other's pants. One hand settling against a cheek and using it to guide those hips, help set a better pace, as well as absolutely exploiting the position to enjoy the feel of it beneath his hands.

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31 Julius for whomever.

Trouble. Frankie knew he was trouble, and this? This kinda just solidified it. He'd been putting in time with one of Julius' resoration projects as a way of getting by between jobs thankful for the opportunity. What he hadn't anticipated was quite how close he'd get to the older man. Even more so how quickly he'd realize some thing about the other. Every plan the other made, every back up, once you somehow managed to get around those... There was some interesting options presented. He'd manage to corner the other, not through force but a few careful tricks and misguidance until he had the other irght where he wanted. Naked in a thankfully finished room on the building site. Propped up and ready.

Frankie didn't hesitate once those pants were off. Almost immediately leaning in, tongue starting off with slow and steady licks, but soon moving in to broader swipes. He wanted to hear every noise of pleasure he could from Julius, could tell the other was already starting to play with himself just after the first few greedy moments of eating him out, and he had no intentions of stopping him.

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28 (Raine for whomever wants him)

smutty meme // gif

In his defence, incredibly handsome firefighter. Who was a little older and that just added to the appeal. What, it was like, three different fantasies all coming together in one incredibly handsome package. Frankie was never known for, firstly, ever not giving in to like fifty percent of the impulses that went through his head. Catching Raine after a shift, after seeing the other in his uniform and on a fire track an- and shooting his shot was mostly just a 'hey it'll be a funny story when it fails' not...

Not getting the other back to his apartment and making out for way longer than he'd meant to because apparently somebody that actively fought dangerous situations did it for him. Not that a lot didn't but still. Eventually, he got some clothes out of the way. Hips knocking against the other's for a little bit longer, before he was getting himself in just the right position to start guiding the other. Moaning shamelessly against the other's mouth as he began to push back, not urshing. Not pulling his mouth away from Raine's, either.

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For @comiiical

"Really? Didn't realize I was pushing you that hard out there." There's a moment spent at the edge of the shower, attention just focused on Alan... Before he was shifting his way in closer t tuck his own head up beneath the other's arm. A breath stolen, a flick of his tongue. He didn't smell bad despite the rough work out.