#bitemescratchmeharder

[allbaconhero]

How about a nice tip? -- Alex and Alfred

Alfred was fidgety, walking from side to side with unease. The setting of their porno was a pizza delivery, so there was little choice in the matter. They had to use Alex's room. He was supposed to wear something sexy and just relax, wait until Alex arrived with his violated pizza and delivered it, but just couldn't stay still. What would happen after that? Improvising or even acting in general wasn't one of his strong points, he just knew he would suck at it. 

"Ok, Alfred. Here's the deal. You've seen dicks before. You own one. Just stare at it and... Ugh! This is so friggin' embarrassing!" Unable to calm down, he took a look in the mirror. Was he overdoing it, or was it fine? Not sure what to wear, he'd gone with a pair of jeans and his military jacket, completely omitting the shirt. Something he was regretting now... 

He was about to go get himself something more decent to wear when he heard someone tap on the door, hesitantly opening it with a completely flustered look on his face, red up to his ears. "Y-Yeah, dude...?"

[notjustagreatcook]

What a lovely pair, don't you agree Alex? The magic of fanart.

And what about you Alfred? Do you like the video? It took awhile so I hope you at least appreciate it.

[icanhearweddingbelles-blog]

bitemescratchmeharder replied to your post: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

I heard the word sex and I came running. ‘Sup, sweet cheeks? ;)

 Sweet cheeks, huh? Way to be original, my friend. I'll let your lack of originality slide this one time, though. But only because you're so good looking. 

[notjustagreatcook]

Being Alone is Never an Option || Arthur and Alex

No one ever came to the back porch of the mansion; not really. They always swam in the pool, trained in the gym, or stuffed their face in the kitchen. They never really went to relax in the back porch; which is exactly why Arthur had claimed it as his. Making sure that he knew exactly where everyone was before he left, Arthur sneaked out with his guitar case at hand to his claimed spot.  He quietly closed the glass door separating him from the house and settled down his case on the floor. Hastily, he took out the guitar from its container, swinging the strap over his head, and running his nails over the strings to test out how loud he would be.

The last thing he wanted was someone to hear him, join him, and ruin his time alone. He simply wanted to play and distract himself from the chaos that laid within those walls. Quietly, he attempted to play out one of his own original tunes; it wasn't all that bad, but he hadn't played for two months now so it wasn't jaw dropping either. Still, he continued to play with his back towards the house and his eyes shut, focusing on his music alone. Music always relaxed him, whether he was listening to it or playing it.

[vaffanculoimalady]

The Scariest, Scared || Alex and Chiara

Chiara felt like a queen, leaning back over the water's surface, just floating in a full body flotation device she'd found lying around, sunglasses shielding her eyes. Her skin shone with tanning oil and sweat as she lightly pulled on her triangle bikini top, wondering if she should take it off. She'd gone to nudist beaches before, it was no big deal. Everyone in the group was either wary of her, or knew to avoid her. It was lucky it was not the people inside voting, or she'd be pretty screwed, but being such ways could certainly call attention outside.

There was one particular person who seemed hell-bent on not doing either, though. Just the thought of it made her shudder. "Stupid American," she muttered under her breath, closing her eyes, trying to relax.