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@ragtagrunaways​: 4B

Jamie had grown so used to having sex for financial gain that he’d nearly forgotten what it was like to have slow, lingering sex with someone he actually felt attraction towards. Not that he never came across a client who he wouldn’t normally be drawn to if there weren’t an exchange of currency involved, but those were rare. They didn’t tend to feel like this.

“Fuck, that’s nice—” moans Jamie, feeling the other man’s firm hand on his dick as both cocks were stroked to full hardness, skin against skin like they were fused together as one. In Jamie’s line of work, clients knew time was money and acted accordingly, which meant that he often found himself filled with dick in at least one of his orifices almost immediately into a session. They didn’t have time to make him feel good too.

He presses his lips to the other man’s, fully engulfed in the passionate heat of the moment, tasting the other’s warm tongue on his own as both their dicks glistened with pre-come. “Bet that thing’s gonna feel amazing inside me... can’t decide if I wanna suck you off first or get straight to some fucking... unless you had a preference...?”

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@hornest​ : 🛌🏻 For your muse to come across my muse naked because they sleep naked

Times got tough at the ranch ever since Rhett took over ownership. The fortuitous timing of it was not lost on him; just another reason for him to struggle while his brother got to enjoy his cosmopolitan life in the city. These responsibilities always fell on Rhett; why did he have to be the responsible brother? That was a job for the eldest of the family. But whatever. He was used to it.

A suggestion from one of his workers gave Rhett an idea that could help boost profits of the ranch: offering stays on Airbnb. He barely knew what the app was when he first heard of it, but as a potential source of revenue, Rhett couldn’t turn it down. Months later and business was booming, or at least as much as offering rooms could offer. 

Guests came and went, but there was this one fellow staying at the ranch who intrigued Rhett. The name was Jackie. Nice kid. Some sort of “influencer,” whatever that meant. When he looked up the word and found it could help the ranch get some more notoriety, though, Rhett put slightly more effort into schmoozing the younger man. This was for the ranch, of course. Not because he thought Jackie was cute. Not at all...

He didn’t usually offer wake-up services to guests on an individual basis, but... the schmoozing. Rhett needed Jackie to rave about the ranch to boost business, so he checked up on the kid every morning at ten or so to check in and see if he needed anything. The past few days went without a problem, but today, something was different.

Rhett knocked on the door and discovered it was open. Guests usually locked up at night for privacy, and Jackie must have forgotten. But Rhett wanted to make sure his guest was alright and accounted for, so he figured he should step inside. “Jack...?” he calls out softly—

And that’s when he sees it. Jackie’s toned, lithe body, fully nude and on display atop the bed. Fuck. His body looked divine. Tiny, compact muscles under luscious creamy skin on a petite frame... and that was saying nothing of his lower his half. The perkiest, most pert rear Rhett ever saw, matched in the front by beautifully delicate genitals. Rhett recalled seeing mentions of Jackie being intersex on Instagram, but he wasn’t quite sure what it meant. Now he did.

But his feelings of arousal soon turned to concern when he realized Jackie might’ve been awake and able to sense his intruding presence. But goddamn it, he couldn’t look away... and some part of him hoped he would be caught.

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@hornest​: “i’d stay if i could, i promise.”

Most people would have qualms about sleeping with married men. Mylo was not one of them. To him, “married” was nothing more than an attribute he wasn’t turned off by. What? It wasn’t his problem if these men slept around behind their wives backs. In Diego’s case, his wife must have not been doing it for him, or else he wouldn’t be returning to Mylo’s delectable pussy as often as he did. Right?

Ever since they met working at the same club, Mylo knew he needed Diego. He assumed the older man was a patron, not his colleague; at least it gave him an opportunity to sample the merchandise before buying. But nothing prepared Mylo for how amazing Diego’s cock was, and how good it felt inside him...

Diego’s dick was still wet and dripping when he started seeking his clothes, which were thrown on the floor of Mylo’s apartment (paid for by his doting parents, obviously) just as quickly as they entered it earlier. “Oh, come on, don’t you like hanging out with me?” smirks Mylo, the vestiges of Diego’s orgasm getting cold on his toned tummy, slowly dripping down to his thighs as he shifted his position on the bed. “Just tell her something came up with your Uber-ing. Traffic or whatever. She’ll believe you...”

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[ @theking-blackheart-muses​ ]

Fernando was told by his father that a meeting had been set up with the royal family of the other kingdom —the one they’d been at war with for what felt like a lifetime— but he didn’t know the extent it. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have agreed to the terms forced on him and Prince Liam He certainly wouldn’t have. 

Fernando and Liam were set up for an arranged marriage in the hopes of uniting their kingdoms, which was bad enough, but it didn’t take an expert for the former to realize why they were being arranged. The ultimate goal was almost certainly for him to produce a child. An heir to truly unite the lands. And this was all done without Fernando’s consent.

Liam was quite handsome, to be fair. But if they were to be together, why must it have been like this? Gods. Whatever he’d done in a past life to deserve this fate must have been bad.With the wedding set for the next morning, Fernando and Liam’s parents suggested they spend the night together to get acquainted. 

Fernando wished he didn’t have to change into his evening wear with a stranger in his chambers, but alas. “I am done dressing myself—” he begins, expecting to see his husband-to-be similarly dressed for the night. That’s when he saw it — a long, thick cock to match the rest of the man’s body.

Fernando was agog.

“Heavens—” he begins, immediately turning back around, the sight of his betrothed’s huge dick burned into his mind. “You— you should have warned me!”