#cxncordia

[helloxdesire]

Starter for @cxncordia

Ethan was a man on a mission. Addison Blake, infuriatingly talented lawyer, was one of the hottest men he'd laid eyes on. Ethan had made his interest more than clear, but the man had turned him down, time and time again. Now, if it was because Addison wasn't interested Ethan would leave him alone, but it was clear that the lawyer didn't think Ethan could handle him, and this infuriated Ethan, and made him even more determined to get with the lawyer.

The son of the honorable judge Ashford was used to being underestimated. It wasn't surprising that the lawyer looked at Ethan and saw a preppy kid with no life experience who couldn't handle a guy like him, it was still insulting though. Ethan was sure that if only Addison gave him a chance he'd see that Ethan could more than keep up with him. Sure, Ethan was a virgin, and he'd never actually been with a man, but the air of authority that surounded Addison Blake was a big part of what appealed to Ethan, and all the things Addison thought he couldn't handle: being rough, demanding and even kinky, just made the young man even more interested. So he did what any reasonable young man would do. He researched. A lot. He would show Addison that he knew what he was getting into.

The plan was to bring it up next time he could get Addison alone, at the court house or a fundraiser, but as faith would have it an opportunity presented itself at the stupid legal fundraiser Ethan attended because his father insisted. It was out of town, so at least he got some nights at a nice hotel, he thought that was the only upside, until he realised Addison was there too.

He waited until Saturday evening, when the man was in the hotel bar. The friend he'd been with had just left with some girl, and Ethan came over, ready to shoot his shot.

"Addison," he said, then hurried to add, before the man could tell him to leave, "before you brush me off, just hear me out. I know you think I'm some vanilla, blushing virgin and that I don't know what I'm asking for, but I've done my research, okay? I know about safewords, and limits, and bondage and all of that stuff. If you're not attracted to me, or if you're still not willing to give me a shot after this weekend I'll leave you alone, but I want you to dominate me, to hold me down, edge me, and to spank me when I do something wrong, or just because you want to. All that shit you think I can't handle? That's what I want, just give me a chance, let me call you Sir and hell, I'll even kneel for you. And if I can't take it? I'm a big boy, I won't go running to daddy or anything. Worst case it'll be a bit awkward and we'll both move on." He took a breath, looking at the lawyer. "So, what do you say?"

[thereallordphoenix]

@cxncordia

Cesar had been foolish to venture into the woods near his house on a full moon, but he couldn't resist his curiosity to discover what was producing the strange sounds he heard outside his cabin. He could recognize various animals by their howls and growls, but this beast sounded like nothing he recognized. He left the house and saw long, deep scratches in the plywood, but that didn't deter him. He slowly walked through the forest, but when he saw nothing, he decided to end his search and return to his shelter. Unfortunately, in the shadows, he saw and heard the creature approaching. He tried to run in the opposite direction until he found a house. He knocked on the door with all his strength, but it was locked, and when his knuckles began to bleed, that's when the beast found him. Everything that followed was like a flash of lightning. The adrenaline made him not immediately feel the pain of the attack, and he blacked out. Hours later he regained consciousness, it was almost morning, he was in a pool of his own blood and there was excruciating pain from all the cuts spread across his body, he felt the life draining from him but before closing his eyes again, perhaps for death, he saw the gentle face of a handsome man and soon everything went dark again

[vicedmuses]

@cxncordia got a starter for andy [ from silas ]

now that the two of them were finally alone, silas pulled out his seat back a bit and turned his full body to face andy. he had just finished signing all of the paperwork. for the time being, the younger man was going to be his. a debt finally paid off by his father. "you can make yourself at home. you were here for the conversation, you won't be going back for a while." if ever. silas often times fell hard for pretty men. so if he wanted, maybe he would charge the man's father some interest. "did you offer yourself up or was this his idea entirely?"

[smutbydaylight]

closed starter for @cxncordia | allen/matt

Matt was normally a smart kid. He knew how to make smart decisions and keep himself out of trouble. He had managed to go his entire life without ever stepping out of line. At least that had been true until a few months ago. He had always looked up to his uncle as a kind of mythological figure. Outcasted from their family and yet always seeming so strong and confident, it had attracted Matt's attention for years. It was only in the past few months that his awe had transformed into something more. Or maybe it had always been there and Matt was only now realizing the truth of his feelings. Either way, he had been looking for any excuse to pay the man a visit.

The biggest problem was that he was running out of excuses. There was only so many times he could bring his car in because of 'some weird noise' before it became obvious he was lying. That was why he had brought a secret weapon with him this time, a plate of cookies. He had texted the man, telling him of the treats he had made for some track and field club activity and how he had come home with extras. It was a lie, of course. Matt had made the cookies for the sole purpose of bringing them to Allen, but that was too embarrassing to admit.

When Matt arrived, he quickly found Allen and offered the plate to the other. "So uh, here you go." He suddenly felt nervous. What if they weren't good? What if Allen thought he was being a nuisance? "Like I said, they were just leftovers, so sorry if they're not that good." Matt couldn't help but to preemptively try and excuse himself. As much as he wanted Allen's praise, he was also terrified about earning the other's scorn. "I do hope you like them..."

[swoledadenergy]

@cxncordia | Alder & Nathan | Afternoon delight

One arm over his eyes, so the incoming sunlight wouldn't disturb his afternoon nap too much. Nathan laid on the massive couch that his mind understood as a comfortable cloud. A perfect leaf for a boat, as he floated in and out of consciousness. Never too sleep that he'd dream, never too awake either. A simmering nap.

His bare chest rose gently with each breath he took, tiny movements that made the sunlight dance with the shadows that his musculature cut along his torso. One knee up, the other leg almost dangling off the cushions. It wasn't just the light what gave the scene a baroque wash, but also the way he draped on the couch with no regards for possible guests what gave the insinuation that all of this was for someone else to enjoy. For a painter to capture.

Something changed. Movement. The fleeting feeling of touch. It startled only his free hand, which came to rest on his stomach. Lowering his knee, Nathan adjusted himself only slightly. Quickly settling again into the cushions that so perfectly hugged his backside.

Warm air came to touch his groin, soon to be followed by the cool sensation of a tongue dancing against his skin. The ghosting trail of the tongue left behind a glistening strip of cold, while the warm breath infused with skin with hotness. And in between the contrast of the two, his cock arose proud and demanding of attention.

When his shroomy head was engulfed by warmth, Nathan let out a delayed grunt that came from deep in his throat. What had been rhythmic breathing hitched, held for a moment, and became faster. And though he stirred a little, he was far from fully waking up.

Still, the hand on his belly moved again, reaching further down only to meet hair. It settled there, offering no more pressure than that of its own weight. Another grunt escaped him, just as delayed, in response to that tongue and its swirling around the head of his cock. And as if to reward the touches, his cock began to cry dropplets of pre-cum.

[thrcbbing]

⸻ for @cxncordia

the last couple of days have grown awkward. Jonathan has not been paying as much attention to his tutoring as he should, he's been distracted and it's become quite obvious. so obvious, in fact, that he can no longer hide it. the problem is him. the problem is his tutor. the problem is he can't focus because he continuously gets distracted by the sigh of him and his impressive presence. it wasn't there at first, professor Dupont was just a regular man that he felt nothing for. but as time went on and lessons continued, he started seeing him in a different light, to the point that he's now bothered in the best way by the sight of him. and once again, he finds himself dozing off, staring at him, not listening to a word he says, just admiring his looks.

[htinez]

58 M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 2. @cxncordia

Humbert had been leading Andy through the outskirts of theforest for hours. The boy was supposed to be his nephew, though not by his own choice, his life had long been puppeted by forces far beyond him. That was why he had developed a tendency to rebel, to do reckless things as a way of claiming even the smallest scraps of his own will. Andy, he saw the chance to play with fire

As they progressed through the forest, Humbert had managed to draw Andy closer, testing boundaries, brushing against him in ways that demanded attention. Now, at the riverside with the soft murmur of the water around them, Humbert had the boy exactly where he wanted him to be, on his knees deepthroating his cock. "Yeah, just like that. I’ve craved a pretty mouth like yours for so long"

[rhapsodc]

closed starter / @cxncordia / abel & allen

"You do know it's the real deal, right? You can't be serious that's all you want to pay for this." Abel tried to keep his voice down, but the high pitch was coming out of him, perhaps due to a bit of the urgency of the matter. And the thrill of doing something of the sorts. He put the cloth over the object again - it was an old dagger, as old as the city they had decided to meet on; maybe even older than his own bloodline. Its weight on his lap did nothing to hide his impatience though. That and all his reign so he could just go away and meet his destiny. "Allen, come on, you told me I could count on you. Do you know what sort of trouble I'd be in if my dad finds out I took the dagger?" He was back at whispering, but the urgency had not left his face. He felt like a criminal, and well, maybe that's what he was. But ever since he told his dad the real reason why he did not want that marriage, things had been going from worse to well, even worse than that. He leaned back on the fancy couch, looking up at the ceiling over his head. Abel could feel that little ball in him diminishing - this was his hope to get out and it was going away. "This amount of money would hardly cover the bribe I need to pay for my dad's soldiers." His money had been taken away, as well as his jewels and everything he could offer for someone's help. "Allen, we used to be friends, didn't we? You used to look after me." He hated begging, but if that was what it took. "Please?"