Feb 12, 2025
- How does a guy with the brains of a jellyfish know all about that time of the month?? - Well, I may not know everything, but I know some stuff! ───♥ lina & gourry → slayers ep. 04 "dash! run for it! my magic doesn't work?"
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- How does a guy with the brains of a jellyfish know all about that time of the month?? - Well, I may not know everything, but I know some stuff! ───♥ lina & gourry → slayers ep. 04 "dash! run for it! my magic doesn't work?"
@8legged-polaroid
masks off, suits opened up to the low of their waists, lack of underwear proven true for the older self that laid on top. lips colliding without control, doubt or hesitance against the other’s. there was only one problem in between, the presence of clothes still crowning Peter’s body, at least, the Peter that laid underhim. His eyes set to the other behind him. Those brown eyes, that unfamiliar face, yet of the same mind. he laid back, on knees held his weight and spread the legs open from the bottom of the feetside of the suit that covered the entirety of the body. a little pull up to raise him, barely enough.
it gave peter enough room to slid his hands forward, undernearth fabrics, and pull down, and push from, until the youngest of them was exposed. Exposed to the view of the one on top. he wanted to see, but he had enough with his imagination. and the remembrance. he had stop pulling from clothes, wanting no more than to expose Peter’s entrance to Peter. Leaving only that ballsack visible, more so as a guidance.
His hand stretched, and fingers touches, Peter G, as they had decided to call him, stretched down, feeling the shape of a tight hole, spread it with his fingers, brushed it in a stimulating way. his other hand stretched, no longer stroking the cock that, in the mids of their kiss he had been stroking, and blindly guided it to the tight hole. “This is going to hurt a little bit, Petey,” he whispered against that world’s Peter, kissing his cheek after that, as he guided B inside of him. Pressing so the head wouldn’t fight the intrusion, a trick of powers that, maybe, he should reveal one day. Leaving Peter B to moan as he began to push forward into tight dry walls, careful, yet finding, more so due to G’s trick, little resistance.