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Stay Quiet (Gaz/Price)

Day 3 of Gaz Week. NSFW part now with the prompt Stuck In A Small Space! More PriceGaz

Warnings: Hand Jobs, smut, Gaz calls Price "Captain" during sex

Word Count: 2k

"Stay quiet."

"I am quiet!" Gaz snapped under his breath, frustration growing. He was pressed back against a shelf, the harsh wood digging into his back. He couldn't move forward, because that's where Price was.

It was meant to be a simple mission, just a simple mission to retrieve intel from a small Ultranationalist hideout. He and Price were the only ones sent in. There wasn't meant to be any fighting and, even if there way, it was just a small hideout anyways...right?

Except that it wasn't. Both he and Price knew that their intel had been off the moment that they got to the hideout. The place was huge and certainly not something that Gaz would call a "small hideout." It had left him and Price to wonder if they'd been purposefully mislead, or if their informant Yuri genuinely thought that this was a "small hideout." Gaz wasn't sure which would  be the better option.

They had a decision to make though. Did they want to continue on by themselves or retreat and come back with the entire team for a better chance if they were caught? It was a hard choice to make and, ultimately, the decision fell on Price. They decided to continue forward with the plan.

It was only the two of them, so they moved as slowly as they possibly could through the area. It was a matter of stealth and trust. They both had to be quiet, quick when need be, and slow when need be. But that also had to trust the other. They had to trust that the other was giving them correct call outs, that they could stay quiet and not get them caught. Gaz trusted Price and Price trusted him.

All had been going perfectly well until they'd reached the computer room where they were meant to plug into the system and allow Laswell access. It was a simple thing, just a thumb drive then five minutes of protecting it while Laswell's software scraped the computer for anything important.

Of course it couldn't be an easy five minutes for them and, during the last minute, they received word from Laswell that someone had caught on to her scraping and that a group of ultranationalist soldiers were headed their way.

They managed to hold out for the last minute of the clock, but by the time Gaz yanked the thumb drive out of the computer, they could hear the soldier faster approaching them and they didn't have anywhere to go.

Price had acted quickly, grabbing Gaz's hand and dragging him over to a small compute closet in the room. The threw the door open and shoved Gaz inside before squeezing himself in after. He'd given quick and quiet word to Laswell that they were going dark before flipping off his communications and reaching over to do the same for Gaz.

So now they were here, crammed in a tiny computer closet together, trying to wait out the men that they could hear so clearly on the other side of the door.

It was difficult to keep quiet, especially with Price so close to him. The man was pressed right against his body and, due to the lack of space, one of his thighs was pressed firmly between Gaz's legs, brushing against his cock with any move from the other man. It was overwhelming and Gaz was trying his hardest not to focus on it. The last thing he wanted or needed was to get hard from this.

Of course, that wasn't exactly something he could stop from happening. Especially when Price was jolting forward to press his ear up against the door. The movement caused his thigh to push forward, grinding against Gaz's cock and pulling a short gasp from his lips. It felt too fucking good and he needed to get a hold of himself.

"You good, Gaz?" Price asked him carefully, turning to peer at his face through the darkness of the closet. Gaz was grateful for the darkness as it meant that Price, hopefully, couldn't see the flush of his skin or the way that he was practically panting through slightly parted lips.

He nodded his head rapidly, "Perfectly fine, Captain." He winced a bit at how high his voice sounded to his own ears. Price seemed to pick up on his sudden change in tone.

Price leaned toward him, concern clear on his face even through the darkness. The move caused his leg to grind against Gaz once again and a squeaked-out moan escaped his lips at the feeling, freezing Price in place. There was a long moment of silence and Gaz wanted to throw himself into the sun. He'd just fucking moaned in his Captain's face and now he was sure he was going to be in trouble for not controlling himself better.

After a long second of pause, Price moved, shifting his leg forward again to grind against Gaz's quickly filling cock. "Sir," Gaz managed to choke out, his own desperation filling his words, "Wait, don't- oh god." His head tilted back against the shelf as Price moved his leg against him again. Surely his Captain understood what was happening by now? But surely his captain wasn't doing it on purpose.

Price hummed and brought a finger up to his mouth, motioning for Gaz to stay quiet. They were still on a mission. His leg bounced up again and Gaz jerked forward, grabbing tight to Price and using the man's vest to muffle his moans. Price didn't stop moving his leg, he just kept bouncing it in steady movements, grinding it slowly against Gaz's clothed cock.

It wasn't long until Gaz was a panting and whining mess against him, gripping tight to his vest for some sort of support as his hips jerked down to meet Price's leg. His skin felt hot and the air in the little closet was stifling to him as pleasure started to build in him slowly, creating a low buzz under his skin.

"Price," He pressed closer to the man, desperate for more. Desperate for anything that the man would give to him. A hand landed roughly on his chin and, with a tight grip, Price pulled him forward to slam their mouths together.

"Stay quiet," Price growled against him, still working his leg over him in slow massaging movements. Gaz whimpered at the words, but the sound was muffled by Price's lips slamming back against his mouth.

Gaz wasn't exactly sure what was happening and part of him wondered if he was dreaming. Perhaps there wasn't enough air in the room and his mind was providing him a fantasy for comfort as he slowly suffocated. Or maybe there was some sort of gas slowly seeping into the room, making his mind hazy.

Either way, it didn't matter. What mattered was that Gaz felt good. So fucking good. The steady pressure against his cock was delicious and the feel of Price's hands moving down his body, squeezing and groping as they went...it was almost too much for his hazy mind to handle. If this was a dream, he didn't think that he wanted to wake up.

Eventually, Price's hands found their way to the front of his pants and, with a quick flick of his thumb and twist of his wrist, Gaz's pants were undone and a hand was roughly shoving its way past the waistband of his pants and underwear.

Price pulled away from Gaz's mouth and encouraged him to bury his face into his shoulder with a hand on the back of his head. "You have to stay quiet for me, okay? Think you can do that?"

"Yes," Gaz whined at the feeling of Price's hand wrapping around his cock.

"Sorry," Price gave a few torturous slow strokes of his hand, "Yes what?"

His hand tightened and the slow strokes were replaced with fasts jerks of his wrist that had Gaz's legs going weak and his mouth latching on to Price's shoulder to disguise his whines. "Yes! Yes, Captain!" He managed to get out finally, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, please- oh god!" He muttered curses into Price's shoulder, trying to keep himself quiet.

Price gave a low chuckle, still stroking over his cock at a quick speed, hurtling him quickly toward his end. "So good for me, Kyle, so fucking good. You like this? Like my hand on your cock?"

Gaz gave a whimper before nodding his head, "Yes, yes Captain, love it. Oh- please, sir!" His hips started moving, meeting Price's hand with every move.

"Do you," Price pressed a kiss to his cheek before slowly moving lower, littering every piece of skin with nips and kisses, "know how long I've wanted to do this?" Gaz shook his head wildly, trying to take in deep breaths as his might grew hazy and his air grew sparse with the never-ending moans and pleas. "I've wanted you since the very beginning, you're just too fucking tempting. I managed to hold out, but this? You grinding against my leg like a dog in heat? I can only handle so much."

"You," Gaz gasped as Price ran his thumb over the head of his cock, stroking along his slit for a moment before continuing his quick jerking movements, "oh god- you should have said something. Could have fucked me sooner."

Those words pulled a low growl from Price and soon Gaz found a hand shoved under his shirt and vest to tweak at his nipples, sending his hips jolting forward with a desperate whine.

"You just wait," Price growled low in his ear, "as soon as I get you alone," he kissed his neck, "and into a proper bed? You won't be able to walk properly when I finish with you."

Price continued muttering filthy words into his ear as his hand stroked along his cock. It was quick and filthy and Gaz was fighting down every part of him that just wanted to moan out the man's name and let everyone in the nearby vicinity know how well his Captain was treating him.

"Fuck, Captain," he muttered after a long moment, his voice high and his hips stuttering in the other man's hand. Price seemed to understand what the words meant, even if he didn't say them.

"Gonna come? Gonna finish in my hand like a good boy?" Gaz nodded his head rapidly, gasping as the pleasure in him built higher and higher until he was right on that edge. "Go on then, come for your captain."

And just like that Gaz was spilling into Price's hand, his eyes rolling back as Price worked him through it, running his fist over his cock in ever-slowing strokes. The pleasure of it all was enough to have Gaz's knees weak and, later, he would come to the conclusion that the only reason he hadn't fallen was because of Price's body pressed against his own.

When he managed to slowly pull away from Price's shoulder, confident that he'd no longer make any noises, he met the older man's eyes. "Alright?" Price asked carefully, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.

"I'm good, Captain," Gaz answered him quietly, still mindful of the possible men outside of the room. He waited until Price had pulled his hands out of his pants and started to redo them for him before speaking again, "How much longer do you think we'll have to wait?"

Price gave a low hum, his lips quirking up as he did, "As long as you think it will take you to recover. The men outside left around the time that we started."

Gaz blinked wide at him, a flush slowly going over his face. "So you- we-?"

Price chuckled at his reaction, "Sorry, I just couldn't help myself." he leaned forward to press a kiss to Gaz's cheek and whisper in his ear, "Being this fucking close to you, I don't know how anyone would be able to keep themselves from it."

Gaz was fairly certain that he was still blushing bright red by the time they made it back to the base.

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To Do (Me) List - Gaz/Price

GAZ WEEK 2023 - SEXTING

Gaz is out at the shops when he receives a text from Price. It appears this Sunday morning Price woke to begin causing mischief.

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Contains: NSFW, Sexting & erections in public,

It was mid-morning on a Sunday and Gaz found himself walking down the aisles at the local grocery store. Basket in one hand, phone in the other as he looked over his shopping list.

He usually went on these outings with Price, relishing how they would hold hands as they walked past the shelves. Talking quietly to each other as they went through their list, debating over brands and wondering over pricing.

The only reason Gaz was alone on this trip was that he had wanted Price to sleep in. Sunday was the one day Price swore off from any work, unless he drastically needed more time to complete things. Which had been the case for the past two weeks. Now, finally, Price had forsworn to not touch a single paper or pen so help him god. So, in an attempt to allow Price all the rest he needed, he had left Price still asleep in bed to go to the shops. 

They had needed supplies anyway, just a few essentials like bread and milk. Gaz was even considering going all out and getting Price a whole breakfast and lunch to bring home with him, although he had not yet decided what to get.

Gaz paused in the bread aisle, looking over the selection and wondering if he should go freshly baked or presliced. Still debating over which, his phone suddenly went off in his hand. Making him pause to look.

John: Where are you?

Gaz couldn’t help but smile, clearly he had woken up and noted him missing from bed. He only hoped he hadn’t worried Price too much with his absence.

Kyle: Shops

Simple, Gaz was just hovering over taking a packet of sliced whole wheat when another text came.

Price: Shame. The beds cold

Gaz let out a small chuckle, forgetting how clingy and grumpy the older man was first thing in the morning. Deciding to play into it, he responded.

Kyle: I wont be long. Just picking up some things, we were low on milk. Need anything?

Gaz saw Price pause to reply, so Gaz had looked away and took the packaged bread from the shelf into his basket. But then he started to ponder over the fresh loaf again since it would be perfect for breakfast in bed for Price.

Speaking of, there was another buzz to notify another text. Then another soon after.

John: No. Just you.

There was then an attached picture that made Gaz audibly splutter as he beheld it. It was a picture of Price’s chest downwards, lounging in bed with the sheets kicked aside. He wore the same grey boxers Gaz had left him in but a visible tenting was occurring in the crotch. One of Price’s large, veined hands holding at the clothed base.

Gaz felt his skin warm and arousal pool in his lower stomach. Holy shit.

Price rarely sent things like this. In fact, it was usually Gaz who sent implicit or straight-up elicit pictures during the daylight hours, aiming for a reaction. Price was so used to the habit that he had Gaz’s messages on silent during the working hours. Knowing if it was an emergency, Gaz would call. But nearly all texts were crude and inappropriate for work.

To have that Price, sending something like this had Gaz snatching the fresh bread up and dumping it into his basket, not realising he now had two loafs. His thumbs immediatley on the screen keyboard and typing.

Kyle: Damn John

It was a bit of a dumb thing to say in response to a half-hidden dick pic, but at least it was an honest reaction. 

To Gaz’s relief and horror, Price was quick to respond.

John: You going to help me?

Gaz felt himself biting his bottom lip. God, did he want to. But he was in the middle of shopping and still had several things to pick up.

Kyle: I can’t I need to finish shopping

Price: Suit yourself

It was a cold and very clearly dissatisfied reply and Gaz sighed. Boy, what a heart attack.

Thinking he was in the clear, he tucked his phone away as he walked to the milk fridge. Trying to ignore the slight chub in his pants, he did his best to focus on the task at hand. Price was a patient man, he would surely be able to-

There was another vibration from Gaz’s pocket and felt an immediate inkling of dread as he pulled out his phone. Price had sent another attachment, no message.

Curious, Gaz opened the attachment.

For context, Gaz was a young man and usually had the forethought to have his phone on silent when out in public. Clearly, he had forgotten to do so, as, when he opened the video it was audible. Not loud, but the noise was discernable to a few nearby people as the distinct noise of Price jerking off played through the speaker.

Gaz swore and hurriedly silenced the damn thing, not without attracting a few questioning looks from an elderly couple and a teenage staff member stocking shelves. Gaz felt the burn of embarrassment, hurriedly getting a jug of milk - not realising it was skim, not full cream - and retreated to a quiet aisle.

Now out of sight, Gaz, rather stupidly, reopened the video.

It was still of that same view, Price’s abdomen downwards but his briefs were gone. And it was a sight for eager eyes.

Price’s hand was on his own cock, fingers squeezing in a firm grip as he dragged from tip to base. Gaz could almost here the video - although he was certain it was on silent - Price eliciting sweet, shiver-inducing grunts with each pass of his hand. The slick noises and grunts being more than enough to be inappropriate even without the visual. 

God, the visual.

Gaz could probably stare at the sight for hours. How Price’s broad chest and stomach rose in quickened breaths. How his thick, hairy thighs tensed in pleasure. How, at one point, a dribbling of pre glistened at the tip and slid down the shaft over Price’s hand.

Gaz could have probably watched it for ages if it wasn't for the sound of a trolly entering his deserted aisle. Forcing him to close the video to see the message conversation, hurriedly hiding his growing erection with his basket as a tired-looking nurse in scrubs walked past.

Still hiding the nearly fully sprout arousal, Gaz furiously texted out a message.

Kyle: Jesus John, you trying to kill me?

Price: Perhaps. You coming home or what?

Gaz quickly checked his list. He just needed to go to the butchers, then he was home free.

Kyle: Just give me 5 min I’m almost done

Price: Alright, but I’m not making any promises

Gaz took that as a threat, knowing full well that Price would have a fun time on his own if Gaz didn’t hurry the fuck up. Cursing under his breath, Gaz raced at speed-walking pace to the butcher’s section of the shop.

To Gaz’s silent misery, there was a cue. Two customers, waiting patiently for the one older butcher to complete orders. Gaz would have given up but Price’s favorite cut of bacon was sold there and if he was going to commit to this breakfast-in-bed ordeal, then dammit, he would commit .

So while he waited, Gaz went on his phone. Mindlessly scrolling throughsocial media, thankful his arousal was cooling down enough to not be visible anymore. Just as he was waiting next in line, Gaz got another notification from Price.

Gaz looked around, ensuring no unsuspecting hangers-on could see before daringly opening the message screen. 

Price: Want you inside, Kyle. Can’t wait much longer

Along with the already jaw-dropping message was a picture. Price had positioned his camera without his hands, positioning himself with his legs spread and ass held open with his hands. His hole completely visible and already slickened with lube, widened from their previous night’s activities. Gaz felt himself harden again, felt how his jeans squeezed at his hardening cock as he examined each and every pixel of that damn photo. Fuck, he had to get home. Even such a delicious picture would surely not be as good as the real thing.

God, the real thing . Gaz could almost imagine it now. The hot, flushing heat as he pushed in. How Price would squeeze and tense around and below him. Would coo and hum out Gaz’s name like it was his favorite word. The pure filth of slapping skin and heaving breath as Gaz fucked into Price’s ass with hungered fury, leaving Price breathless and near keening. Praising him for being such a good boy, his good boy. Being so kind as to allow Gaz to cum inside, letting him paint his walls with his-

“Sir, order?”

Gaz gasped as he was snapped out of his lewd imaginings to look at the butcher.

“Uh- Um, yes!” Gaz blustered, fumbling with his phone and almost dropping it as he closed Price’s immodesty to find his list. “Er-Um, let’s see uh-” 

Eventually, Gaz gave his order, embarrassing himself in front of the butcher and a few other customers who watched his rather pathetic mumblings. Gladly taking the paper-wrapped package, Gaz wasted no more time. Going through express checkout with his hands in his jacket pocket and pushing the ends of which down to hide an erection that was not planning on leaving.

Thanking himself for parking near the entrance, he raced to his car and got in. Making quick work of driving the less than 2 minutes home, safely. But with more than one shortcut as he couldn’t stand waiting at red lights on the main route.

Parking right outside Price’s house, Gaz was a hurried blurr of a horny mess as he got his keys and bag of shopping before speeding to the door. Just outside, rearranging his hands to unlock the door, to his horror, the keys slipped and fell to the ground.

Gaz almost wanted to groan, so desperate to get inside and have at his older partner who may surely be needing him still. Grasping for his keys, Gaz was so tempted to shout to Price’s bedroom window that he was nearly there and to please, please , don’t finish.

The door finally unlocked, Gaz abandoned his shopping on the counter and ran up the stairs. Forgetting about his jacket or shoes and opening the bedroom door.

Price was on the bed, hand between his legs as he fingered himself open. Pausing as he saw Gaz come in.

Price frowned, “Where the bloody hell have you been? Get over here.” He ordered although pink cheeks and out-of-paced breaths contradicted the bite in his tone.

“Yes sir,” Gaz said agreeably, not even bothering to strip. Going straight to the bed and climbing atop.

“Hurry,” Price said in a hastened but eager voice, legs welcoming Gaz between them.

Watching eagerly as Gaz pulled his cock out and stroked himself a few times to reach pure fullness. No foreplay, no teasing, Gaz aligned himself and pushed inside.

Both men gasped as bliss overtook them. Barely even pausing for a second, barely even savoring it before Gaz began to move.

Fucking into Price with eager fervour, hands at the older man’s waist to keep him steady and making each thrust smooth. Pressing in until the hilt, hitting that most pleasing of spots that made Price almost yelp each time.

Price must have built himself up a sizable amount before Gaz arrived, needing only a few moments of fevered thrusts before he was warning Gaz.

“‘M close. Kyle, I’m close. Fuck, don’t fucking stop. Even after I cum don’t stop till you finish, alrigh’? You’ll be a good boy for me and cum inside, ok? Be good and take everything that you need.”

Gaz could only nod, his brain half melted by pleasure as he just kept going. Hips slapping against lower thighs gasps and groans unrestrained and unabashed.

Price did not even reach to touch his ignored, irritated cock. Cumming untouched with just Gaz’s deep, pleasurably strokes to guide him through. The older man’s hands holding- no grasping onto Gaz’s hips. Tugging him, urging him to go deeper with each thrust even as his climax had him crashing.

Wanting to obey, wanting to take what was his, Gaz pushed Price’s legs forward. Knowing Price’s flexibility, he bent Price into a mating press mounted half on top and fucked into him, unbidden and selfishly taking what he wanted. Having at Price as he had wanted to all the way home from the shops. Paying him back for embarrassing him in public, risking people seeing him in an unpleasantly aroused state.

Gaz came not long after, whining Price’s name and soothed by soft croonings from his partner. “Good lad. So good for me. You fucked me so well, take what you want. Fill me up and make me all yours. That’s it. Good boy.”

Gaz spilled inside and painted Price’s walls with his seed. The bedroom quickly fell silent apart from harsh breaths as Gaz stilled. Giving both of them a moment to calm and relax, Gaz slowly pulled away and out. Leaning over to kiss at Price’s cheek and forehead that was slickened with cooling sweat.

“Jesus, for an old man you sure have a youthful libido.” Gaz said teasingly.

Price snorted, kicking at Gaz to get off him. “Piss off, need a shower.”

“Go ahead. I’ll make you breakfast.” Gaz said as he got to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants.

Price smiled, “You’re too kind. You spoil this old man.” His smile then disappeared as he noticed Kyle’s attire, still wearing jeans, jumper, jacket and shoes. “Did you just fuck me, in your shoes, on our BED?!”

Gaz - having been lust blind and not even thinking to strip before arriving by Price’s side - looked down at himself. “Ah, shit. My bad, John.”

“You’re bad- You probably got dirt all over our bed!”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass! Get the bed cleaned!”

“What about breakfast?” Gaz said, eyes softening in a pleading look to fight back against Price’s annoyance.

“That can wait.” Price said with gritted teeth as he got to his feet. “Bed first, then breakfast.”

Gaz sighed, visibly moping. “Yes, sir.” 

Price must have taken pity, his irritation ebbing to step close and kiss him on the forehead. “And don’t go out on your own next time. Wait for me, you young ones are so impatient.”

Gaz could only laugh, following his partner’s demands and getting a clean set of sheets.

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Fandom: Call of Duty MW 2022

Pairing: Ghost/Gaz

Rating/Length: Teen, 1.4K

Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, First Meetings, Awkward Flirting, Misunderstandings, Teasing, Romantic Fluff, Getting Together, Pride Parade

Summary: 

Gaz finds himself being the recipient of Simon's flirting and isn't entirely sure what to do about it.

Written for Day 1 of GazWeek2023 (Flower Shop AU) and for the 'Pride' spot on @flufftober's bingo card.

Can be read here on A03!

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Gaz Week 2023!

While not our event, we couldn't help but spot an amazing creators week planned starting May 29th from Twitter that we wanted to share with everyone:

For SFW prompts: https://twitter.com/BluKrownn/status/1658372544645439488

And for NSFW prompts: https://twitter.com/BluKrownn/status/1658389943683784705

Assuming that they will primarily be reblogging/highlighting over on Twitter, we'd recommend you post over there, but we will make sure to pick up and reblog anything that is tagged #gazweek2023 during this time as well!

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Perfect (Gaz/Price)

Day 2 NSFW prompt for Gaz week was body worship and I decided to step out of my little Gaz/Jackson universe to write some Gaz/Price for everyone to enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, Mirror Sex, body worship, thigh slapping, cock warming

Word Count: 1.1k

“God, look at yourself,” Price’s voice was nothing more than a breathy rumble next to Gaz’s ear, but it was enough to send shivers down his spine and make the flush over his skin feel that much stronger. “Do you see how perfect you are?” A kiss was pressed against his throat and it was followed quickly behind with a short nip to his skin. 

“John,” Gaz turned his gaze away with a moan, unable to handle both feeling and seeing what the other man was doing to him. One of Price’s hands was tracing carefully over his chest, squeezing and groping at his exposed breasts. His fingers were happy to tease at him, flicking and pinching over his nipples in quick and pleasurable moves. All of it sent quick shocks of pleasure down his spine to pool between his thighs. 

Price hadn’t forgotten about what was between his thighs either. He’d spread his legs open enough that he could slip his hard cock into Gaz’s waiting heat. Gaz had been nothing more than a panting mess, but Price hadn’t moved. Instead, he’d taken to pleasuring him with his fingers. The hand not on his breast had been busy rubbing slow circles onto his clit, working him up until he was practically dripping onto the cock inside of him.

“I told you to watch,” Price moved his hand away from Gaz’s breast to briefly redirect his gaze to the mirror positioned at the side of the bed. He’d set it up sideways on the wall, perched on a chair at just the right height. Gaz was forced to watch himself as Price had laid him on his side on the bed and wrapped him up from behind, all to draw as much pleasure from his body as he could. All to make him watch. “Do you see yourself? See how perfect you are?” Price gave one good thrust of his cock inside of him and Gaz moaned at the feeling. 

 “John,” Gaz grabbed tight to Price’s wrist, trying to guide the hand that was pressed against his clit to grind down on him harder, “Please, fuck, please!”

Price pressed another kiss to his neck and brought his hand up to Gaz’s throat, just wrapping his hand around it. “Look at that, look at how perfect you look with my hand around your neck,” he gave a quick squeeze, pulling a whine from Gaz’s throat. Slowly he started to trail his hand down Gaz’s chest, stopping once again at his breasts. 

He trailed his fingers over the skin of Gaz’s breath, lightly guiding them around in a way that sent shivers down Gaz’s spine and had him desperately arching into the touch. “And these, so fucking soft,” he palmed at Gaz’s breast, squeezing one in his hand for a moment, “fit perfectly in my hand. Could spend hours just touching these.” He flicked his thumb across Gaz’s nipple, pulling a moan from both of them as Gaz clenched tight around him as a result. “So responsive for me.” He flicked at Gaz’s nipple again, playing with it for a few moments. 

Gaz squirmed in his hold but kept watching himself. He felt hot all over and watching Price toy with his body certainly didn’t help. Those deft hands seemed determined to drive him to the brink of madness and pleasure. Gaz was certainly more than willing to let it happen. 

After a few moments, Price started to trail his hand down his body again, moving away from his breasts to skate across his stomach and down to his plush thighs. “These,” Price whispered in his ear, “I love these.” 

He grabbed tight to Gaz’s thigh, gripping it tight enough that there was sure to be a bruise there later. “Fuck, look at the way that they just mold with my touch. Do you see that?” Gaz nodded his head, trying to continue following Price’s words despite the haze that was taking over his mind. The hand on his clit felt so fucking good and it was trying hard to distract him. Price could tell because, in the next moment, he pulled his hand back and brought it back down onto Gaz’s thigh with a resounding smack. 

Gaz pressed back into him at the feeling, gasping as the man’s hand soothed over the glowing heat he’d caused with the smack. “Did you see that?” Price teased him, “Did you see how your thigh moved under my hand? Here, let me show you again.” He smacked Gaz’s thigh once again, hard. Just as he said, Gaz’s thigh jiggled under the slap and he found himself once again rocking back against the man buried inside of him. 

“Please,” he begged, the combination of the hand on his clit and the slaps on his thighs were too much for him. It felt too fucking good and he didn’t know how much longer he could last against Price’s sensual assault on his senses. “Oh fuck- please, fuck me, ah please!”

Price chuckled against his throat but once again ignored his request. He kept his hand tight on Gaz’s thigh but slowly moved away the hand that had been stroking over his clit. “See how well you take me?” He gave a quick thrust of his hips, pulling another moan from Gaz at the feeling. “See how well you take my cock? Perfect thing,” he gave another thrust of his hips, “Just made for me, weren’t you? Made just for me.”

Price set a slow hard pace, fucking into Gaz with careful thrusts that left the younger man’s mouth wide open as he hit inside of him just right. Price continued whispering filthy words into his ears, telling him how beautiful he was, how every part of him was just made for Price to love, how well he took his cock, how he would stay there buried in the warm heat of Gaz’s cunt all day if he could. 

It was all so overwhelming for Gaz, overwhelming and achingly hot. All of Price’s words, all of his compliments, all of his love laid over Gaz’s skin, sending a buzz through him that only seemed to build higher and higher with every thrust of Price’s cock inside of him. “Oh, fuck- John, it feels so- so fucking good,” his voice sounded wrecked to his own ears, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care much, not when everything felt so good. “Please, please, harder! More- oh fuck!”

Unlike before, Price actually listened to Gaz’s begging this time. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, Gaz found himself flipped to his stomach and pulled up to his hands and knees. Price wrapped himself around his body, leaning over to press his chest to Gaz’s back and growl into his ear, “Pretty boy, you take me so fucking good. Watch.” With that, he turned Gaz’s face back toward the mirror before setting a harsh pace, making the younger man watch as he fucked  him into a pliant mess underneath his touch.

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Fairy dust & Pollen - GazxKonig

GAZ WEEK 2023 - MONSTER

Gaz is a fairy that occupies a quiet forest in England, spending most of his time pranking innocent hikers. A poor Austrian man is his next victim, but he finds he enjoys himself with the mortal more than just with his pranks.

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Contains: Implied NSFW, sex pollen & voyeurism

It was spring and the fiery spirit of the local forest named Gaz was up to mischief. A particular seasonal mischief that he looked forward to every year, to be exact.

Pollen from the flora, musks from the fauna, and his own magical essence blended together to create a special dust. This dust was then sprinkled onto the unlucky humans who entered his pretty little wood. The victims would be overwhelmed by sudden, and apparently random, sexual arousal. So compelled by their symptoms, most if not all of Gaz’s victims would then slink behind a tree and deal with their embarrassments before retreating from the area. 

Gaz got an impish joy of doing this. Watching humans blush and splutter and curse as they realize what was happening to them. He would grin as they retreated to a less exposed section of the wood to free themselves from the binds of clothing. Hiding in the treetop or in a nearby bush to watch hands fumble and hasten to soothe the burning lust. Pants down their thighs, hands wet and dirtied, and faces sweaty and or red with exertion.

It was not even like Gaz got aroused by the prospect of it, seeing it more as bemusing. Getting crude delight from the human’s erotic displeasure. This was simply just one of many mischievous projects he committed to year-round. 

One spring morning was like any other. Gaz awoke amongst the family of rabbits in their burrow to the sound of the first bird song. He ate ripened fruits and herbs that flourished in the warming temperatures, savoring them whilst soaking up the warming sunlight. His ears and eyes forever looking for his next target.

It came as a very tall human male, dressed in worn, patched-up hiking attire, boots, and a boonie hat that hid his face from where Gaz hid amongst the leaves of the tree. Gaz grew excited, not recognizing the human as an unfortunate local of the area. He was the perfect target for his prank.

Gaz found his opportunity when the male paused on the makeshift path amongst the trees, crouching to admire a patch of mushrooms sprouting at the roots of a tree. His tall frame made a large shadow over the patch of ground, hiding Gaz’s own as he hung from a branch and poured his special dust onto the poor human’s head.

Retreating back behind the leaves, Gaz watched as the human breathed the dust in, remnants settling on the brim of his hat and the fabric at his shoulders. The male frowned, looking around and breathing in deep breaths as if smelling the air. Confusion steeled his features until it was washed away with embarrassment as he noticed the growing predicament in his pants.

“S-Scheiße,” The human swore in what Gaz presumed was German.

The human was looking almost horrified, hands out and trembling as he was unsure what to do. His head was swiveling around to ensure that no one was nearing him on the hiking trail.

The male then swore again, stepping off the path behind a tree a few steps away. The trunk was wide enough to hide even this human’s tall broad frame and Gaz had no trouble following him from above to settle at a lower branch.

The German looked from side to side - not even considering looking up - before using a hand to touch the growing shape in his pants. The shape in question looked large, even with comparing the proportions to the hand that touched it.

Gaz found himself leaning his head closer, as if to see just that little better. Eyes crinkled in a grin as the human let out a huff now abashedly groping at his erection through roughened fatigues.

It appeared to not stave off the need brought on by the dust as the male let out a whimper, his hips fidgeting a little. Not even moving his head this time, the human’s eyes looked quickly to his surroundings before unbuckling and pulling his pants to puddle at his ankles.

Gaz’s eyes widened, marveling at the sheer size of the human’s erection as it stood at attention. Twitching in the cool open air, flushing a deep pink and veins prominent along the shaft, Gaz had to admit this human was a specimen.

The male took his own cock in hand and started to move, dragging out strained breaths and soft moans with each jerk of his wrist. His eyes squeezed shut in focus, face reddening from the erotic heat. Gaz could only watch on, beginning to grow enthralled. Watching the tip weep pre, feeling his mouth salivate for a taste. Soon, his own body seemed to be reacting from the sight, his own cock tensing. Gaz squeezed his legs shut in an effort to tame it.

It was not long before the human finished, white strips dribbling forth onto his hand and some spilling onto the forest floor. The human gasped as his shoulders relaxed and leaned against the tree, settling from cloud nine.

Gaz was saddened to then see the human tuck his softened cock away and motion to return to the path. Gaz did not want him to leave. He wanted to see the human’s cock again, maybe touch it, taste it, feel it inside. 

The fairy was following the human, just at the lowest branches. Want and need demanding he pull out the dust pouch once more and pour a healthy amount above the human's head.

The male was only a few steps from the hidden tree and looked mortified to see himself hardening again as he inhaled the fumes.

“N-Not again,” The human whined, hands covering his tented pants as he retreated back to the same tree.

Hand already tugging the fly of his pants down before he even managed to hide. Desperate frustration demanding him to hasten. This time he leaned facing the tree, one forearm against the tree and forehead resting against it. Looking down as his hand took himself into a desperate grip.

Excitement made Gaz’s hands tremble as he floated to touch his feet to the ground just by the male’s side. He did not hide his grin as he made his presence known.

“My, impatient aren’t we?”

The human flinched, hand ceasing and looking horrified at Gaz. And the fairy knew it was not just because he got caught touching himself.

Gaz was distinctly not human. Larger eyes that were pure black, lacking white scleras and coloured iris’. Long, pointed ears sprouted amongst black locks with twigs, leaves and feathers tied into strands. Long brown beetle wings spread from his back. He was naked by human standards apart from a bag for his belongings, his beautiful dark skin soft and almost glowing in the dappled light of day. Not hiding his own growing arousal between his legs.

“W-W-Who are you?” The man blustered, eyes scanning over his features.

“Hmm,” Gaz hummed in mocking thought, “Let’s say I’m a friend, a friend who’s happy to help with your problem.” He then pointed down to where his erection was.

“This-This was an accident I-” 

“Do you want me to help, or not?” Gaz interrupted, growing tired of the human’s bumbling.

The male visibly thought over his answer before, almost shyly, nodding.

“Good.” Gaz grinned, crouching down to sit on his knees in front of the mortal with his back to the tree. “Go on then, don’t keep me waiting.”

The human appeared to be far too enrapt in need to question him further, chewing on his bottom lip as his hand took a grip on his cock once more. Fingers wrapping around the length and tugging again, shifting closer until Gaz was close enough to smell the human’s sweat and arousal.

Gaz opened his mouth, giving the human the go-ahead to feed the tip past. The mortal flinched at the sensation and gasping faintly, Gaz’s lips happily enwrapping the tip inside and lapping at the slit. Humming in delight at the taste of salty pre.

Gaz did not wish to waste time, lifting a hand to replace the human’s own around the shaft. Sinking his mouth lower onto the length, his hand pulling grunts and moans as his cheeks hollowed to pull his end closer.

Gaz’s eyes were looking at the human with a smug smile, as he pushed even further down. His inhuman body meant he could easily take the human’s impressive size all the way down to the hilt without strain, although he did feel the weight and stretch of him in his throat and mouth. Just as he liked it.

The mortal was quivering where he stood, knees weak and hands covering his mouth to stop his pleasured noises from growing too loud. A shame, Gaz thought, but wise. Even with such restraints, however, he knew the human was close and he did not plan to take his time.

The fairy started moving, dispensing then taking the human’s cock back in with eager bobs of the head. Tasting and feeling each twitch and shiver that he caused. His need for a taste of the male’s finish made him feverish, ignoring the human’s warning gasp as he neared.

A hand then suddenly grasped at the back of his head, pulling him close until his nose was against the human’s stomach. Letting out a breathy groan as he spilled down Gaz’s throat.

Gaz may have been annoyed at the forcefulness of it but it was so goddamn arousing he elected to not complain. His own cock was now an abject annoyance between his own legs, hard and desperate for stimulation.

The male pulled his cock out, breathing in huffs as he awkwardly stepped away. 

“T-Thank you for doing that . . .” The mortal said breathily. “What hah- what is your name?”

Gaz wiped his mouth before speaking, standing to his feet. “Gaz, and you?”

“König.” The human said in reply, pulling his pants back up in an attempt to redress himself.

“Well, König,” Gaz said, closing the distance again. “You know I’m not quite done with you yet.”

“Wha-” 

Before the human could finish the word, Gaz had taken a breath and blew dust again.

To say the least, the fairy used most of his dust collection that day and gladly so. To say the most, Gaz had that human König fuck him until the sky darkened. Against trees, amongst bushes, on top of the leaf-covered ground, and even, once, the human just holding him mid-air. It was all a true delight. It was also unsurprising when König soon fell unconscious due to exhaustion.

Gaz thought it a shame but knew it was a good excuse to disappear. But not entirely. 

He returned to his spot amongst the branches, now in moonlight’s shadow as the human awoke from exhaustive sleep. Getting up on weakened feet and shaking his head. 

König had looked around, as if searching for someone, perhaps for Gaz. It had then surprised the fairy when the human looked up. Gaz was quick to vanish but König caught a glimpse of beetle wings. Similar to the ones he saw in his dream.

Suffice it to say, König would return to that forest again. In hopes to find that beautiful mischief-making fairy again.

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Mid Mission Mischief - Ghost/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - STUCK IN A SMALL SPACE

Things go slightly array when Gaz and Ghost have to get under a desk to hide from some guards mid mission. Kyle's body reacts form being in such close proximity with his superior.

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Contains: NSFW, tight space, sex during a mission

Gaz and Ghost were in an office. The boss of a smuggling ring’s office, to be exact. One who was in charge of a weapon dealing op the 141 was trying to eradicate. Whilst the enemies main forces were out, the two-person team snuck in.

Gaz was looking through the shelves, drawers, and on top of the desk to look for any further proof of other activity while Ghost watched the door. This base was almost completely analog to Gaz’s horror, meaning he was looking through paperwork and meaningless files, hoping he could find a scrap of info.

“Sir, I’m not findin’ anything,” Gaz said, showing his frustration as he looked at Ghost.

Ghost did not hide a roll of his eyes, “Use your eyes, Garrick. It ain’t hard.”

“I am, sir.” Gaz hissed, gesturing to the piles of papers. “But there’s nothing of note. Just borin’ reports and bank statements.”

Ghost did not hide a frustrated huff as he walked to Gaz at the desk, “Fine. I’ll look. You take door-”

Just at that moment, the doorknob moved. Both men darted their heads to see it. Then, before Gaz could react, Ghost had jumped over the desk and pulled Gaz under it with him.

Gaz was slammed to the ground with a faint thud. Half lying down with his legs splayed along the ratted carpet and back against the side wall of the desk. Ghost was above him, kneeling with his back hunched to fit. It was a stroke of luck they were hiding under an executive-style desk, with drawers on either side and a wall on the opposite end from where the owner would stand. Hiding their presence from the new arrivals unless they circled the room.

Both of them listened as the door creaked open and five distinct sets of footsteps entered. Gaz shifted just a little, pulling his legs closer on either side of Ghost to ensure they would not be seen from the outside. Gaz then looked up, viewing just how crammed into the space they were.

Ghost was a large, towering man and Gaz was not much better. It was a cramped space under the desk and Ghost was close. VERY close.

The lieutenant’s back was hunkered but it was still brushing the roof of the desk, his large shoulders almost as wide too. He would have struggled to hide under here even without Gaz. So it was no wonder he felt so close. Large hands pressed to the wall by Gaz’s head, face close to his but looking away to listen to the voices in the room. One of Ghost’s knees between Gaz’s legs and another on his right.

Perhaps it was Gaz’s racing adrenalin but he found his breathing quickening, his heart beginning to race. Still being quiet, those deeper breaths meant he could smell Ghost closer like this. He smelled of gunpowder, oil grease, and something more, a something more that had Gaz growing hot under the collar. It was a musk that he had caught once or twice before that had him spinning. 

It made him think of Ghost in the gym, glistening with sweat and grunting as he lifted weights. How the muscles tightened and squeezed in strain, how the veins grew distinct above the skin.

Fuck. Gaz realized he was getting turned on. 

He bit his lip, unconsciously moving a little to adjust to the slight constriction of his pants and accidentally brushing against Ghost’s knee, letting slip a faint gasp.

Ghost’s reaction was immediate, reaching out and pushing a gloved hand against his mouth silencing him. The guards immediately seemed to notice but were unsure of where it came from, looking but not bothering to circle the whole room just yet.

Gaz felt himself shiver as he realized Ghost’s eyes were on him. Warm, bright brown eyes. Staring at him amongst the black of his mask. It was then, to Gaz’s horror that his superior looked down. Seeing, very clearly, Gaz’s half-pitched tent in his pants.

Gaz squeezed his eyes shut, feeling his skin wriggle and burn with embarrassment. What must Ghost be thinking? 

He was probably confused, annoyed, maybe even disgusted.

Gaz didn’t want to look, maybe if he kept his eyes closed for long enough, Ghost would disappear. Or that he would wake up and it would be revealed to be just a terrible dream.

Instead, he felt something touch him between his legs, forcing out another noise that was well muffled by the thick, worn fabric of Ghost’s gloves. Gaz had also opened his eyes in surprise, looking to see Ghost’s other hand there. Touching at his bulge with the skeletal patterned glove.

Gaz’s eyes shot to Ghost's, surprise making him freeze even as his cock twitched at his superior’s touch. A shiver coursed down his body when he realized Ghost was still looking at him. Watching him. His hand was now cupping at him, squeezing experimentally and watching each fidget or grunt that came with it.

Gaz was confused but weirdly excited by it. The thrill of the men still in the room, discussing and talking, whilst Ghost groped him under the desk. Gloved hand still pressed to his mouth, stopping any noise. Those eyes, watching his every move and reaction. It was no surprise then when Gaz soon became fully hard and uncomfortable under his fatigues.

Gaz tried his best to stay still, as although his mouth had been silenced, any rustle of clothes, friction against carpet, or bumps on wood would alert their location. But he couldn’t help it, finding himself shuffling and bucking into Ghost’s generous hand. Wanting more. More of his touch. More of his warmth.

By some miracle, the visitors seemed satisfied by their half-hearted surveillance of the room and left, shutting the door behind them. It was only then that Ghost released Gaz’s mouth.

Gaz gasped for a breath of air before starting to speak. “Hah- What’s your deal, touchin’ me like that? Give a bloke a warning!”

“So you weren’t enjoyin’ it then?” Ghost asked, tone matter of fact.

“Wha- No, I mean . . . What do you think?” Gaz blustered, allowing his voice to be emotive but hushed. “As I said, at least give us a warning or somethin’ before you start gettin’ handsy.”

“My bad,” Ghost said with a hint of sincerity through the cold, even as his hand still lingered on Gaz’s hidden cock. “I just couldn’t resist. It’s not every day a pretty bloke like you thinks I’m attractive.”

Gaz let out a frustrated huff, “Oh please, you’re more than just ‘attractive’.”

“Oh? What am I then?”

“A distraction.” Gaz snapped, gritting his teeth as Ghost squeezed at him, softly punishing him for the insult.

“Well, this distraction might just leave you to dry if you don’t play nice, Garrick.” Ghost said with a tone of warning.

Gaz bit his lip for a moment, reading in Ghost’s eyes a look of seriousness underlaid with his own hedonistic need. “What did you have in mind, then?”

. . .

Gaz kept to the same spot under the desk, neck beginning to cramp and legs half bent to fit the length of space under the desk. His pants were undone and his cock freed but constricted instead inside Ghost.

Ghost sat on top, still hunched to not hit the roof of the desk, on his knees with his pants shoved off completely. One hand kept Gaz’s lower abdomen still, forcing Gaz not to move and thrust upwards further into Ghost’s addictive heat. The other hand had returned to Gaz’s mouth, covering both nose and mouth. Muffling most noise and restricting Gaz’s already uneven breaths.

It was all something Gaz would never forget, Ghost lifting his hips and dropping down. Taking Gaz’s cock in full, how his own hard on bounced by his stomach. Head red and left unattended. Mask resolutely still hiding his features but eyes heavy lidded and dark with pleasure. That wasn’t even all. Ghost was also talking to Gaz, speaking to him as he rode and ground into him with salacious rolls of his hips that dragged a groan from Gaz each and everytime.

“You’re lucky you’re a handsome lad, Kyle.” Ghost whispered, voice rasped but rich, forcing Gaz to shiver as he heard his own name. “I wouldn’t just let anybody put their cock in, y’know?”

Gaz hummed against Ghost’s hand. His own grip at his lieutenant’s waist, almost useless as they tugged and pulled. Silently pleading Ghost to quicken or slow. But Ghost never obeyed, using Gaz’s cock for his own enjoyment more than anything else.

“Fuck, you suit this well, Garrick. Letting people enjoy this good dick of yours and watch your pretty face get all messed up.”

Gaz felt himself twitch inside Ghost, flattered immensely by the praise.

“I’d ride you all day if I could. Keep you all to myself and take your cock until you’re numb from it.” Ghost said with an audible grin as he spoke, squeezing around Gaz’s sensitive cock and forcing out a whimper from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be at my mercy and let me take whatever I want from you, huh?”

Ghost lifted up and slammed back down, Gaz reflexively wanting to lift his hips to burrow deeper but that strong, stern hand at his stomach stilled him. Making him groan in need and want. 

He was getting close now, knew it was only a matter of time.

Gaz would have tried to stave it off, perhaps offer Ghost’s some assistance with his own abandoned erection but he was pinned and enjoying this whole encounter far too much to ask to change.

He could only squeeze his fingers into Ghost’s pale, scarred hips in warning. Eyes looking into Ghost’s pleadingly, asking - no begging for him to let him finish. Ghost wasn’t cruel but it would not surprise Gaz if edging him was yet another mirthful tactic Ghost wanted to employ.

But Ghost seemed unbothered by Gaz’s pending release, almost pleased.

“Go on then,” Ghost grunted, his own breaths coming unsteady huffs as the exertion of riding Gaz was now getting to him.

“I’d love to see a looker like you cum. Bet you look right pretty, teary-eyed and flushed. I’m lookin’ forward to seeing it. C’mon, Kyle. Be a good, pretty boy for me. You can even cum inside if you like. You’ll just have to promise to clean me up when we get back.”

The idea of eating Ghost’s ass out, tasting his own cum on his tongue as he finally got his chance to make Ghost moan, had Gaz finally spilling over. His hips bucking and humping up into Ghost in needy, pathetic thrusts. Seeming to gratify Ghost as he hummed a heavy tone as he watched. Eyes slanted in a dark, pleased smile that had Gaz’s cock ache all the more.

But Ghost did not stop. The grinding of his hips was unrelenting. Needy to the point of maddening. Fucking himself on Gaz’s cock even as the sergeant soon felt overstimulated and raw.

Not enough for true discomfort but enough to make him struggle against Ghost’s loosening hands. But it was half-hearted, eyes still watching as Ghost needed his own finish. 

Gaz wished he could see Ghost’s face, wished to see the pale skin colour red and watch his mouth open in keening gasps that he could tortuously hear through the cloth and prosthetic skull. 

All he could do was watch. Watch Ghost take his own cock in hand and jerk it hungrily, pulling himself closer and closer with every roll or jerk until he finally finished. Pearly white strips spilling into Ghost’s black-gloved hand and onto Gaz’s shirt. Gaz may have thought to complain about the mess but was far too busy enjoying the view. His own cock starting to stiffen a little at how eagerly Ghost had chased his own release with him still inside.

After both men had caught their breath and were certain no more visitors would come to the room, they finally separated. Gaz not helping but only watched as Ghost pulled his pants back up, knowing full well Gaz’s cum was surely slowly seeping out and dribbling down his thighs. Fuck, Gaz really wished he could see it.

Gaz was just getting to his feet when he noticed something. 

On the underside of the table appeared to be a loosened screw, hidden from open view but near enough to the end of the desk to be reachable by someone who sat before it. Curious, Gaz pulled at it. And with a faint click, a small compartment opened.

Miniscule enough to not fit pieces of paper, it was the perfect size for a USB stick. Clearly, these targets weren’t complete Luddites’s after all.

Gaz was grinning as he got to his feet. “Sir, I think I got what we were lookin’ for.” Holding out the item to Ghost.

Ghost seemed, almost, surprised. Taking it and safely storing it in a pocket on his belt.

“Nicely done, Garrick.” His eyes then lowered a little, “You’re flies undone by the way.”

“Shit,” Gaz swore, hurriedly fixing the last sight of undress. “Not goin’ to give me a reward, sir?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve got something in mind. Once we get back to base, of course.” Gaz could see a flicker of something almost like mischief in those dark brown eyes. “Now then, let's get out of this shithole.”

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Silken Touch - Roach/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - ROPEPLAY/BONDAGE

Gaz is a ever curious man, so when Roach confesses he enjoys bondage, he finds himself ready and interested in trying it out

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Contains: NSFW, T4T, Trans Gaz & Roach, bondage, sex toys (strapon & vibrator), use of words clit, cunt, tdick, pussy

Gaz’s breaths were hitched, and his body tinged with sensitivity. His limbs were restrained with pretty soft pink ropes, binding his wrists to either leg and forcing them to be half bent, with rope just below and above the knee. The position was called ‘the crab’ and it had him feeling exposed where he sat, naked on top of the bed.

It was all Roach’s idea. An avid enjoyer of bondage, Roach had confessed the interest early on in their relationship and Gaz’s curiosity was immediately peeked. They were not able to pursue this kink until they were on leave, but they had practiced similar things in the past. Tying Gaz’s hands together with a belt or knotting his pants at his ankles. Simple attempts at restraint, to give Gaz some familiarity. Dipping his toe in, although he wished sometimes to dive straight into the deep end. Impatient and eager as he always was.

Tonight was to be their first full foray and Gaz was so excited. Even now, after being tied and left to wait, his heart sang a trembling beat in his chest and ears. Eyes eagerly watching Roach take his sweet time undressing and getting everything ready.

Just sitting there, Gaz was already growing wet and hard. Apart from seeing his partner’s gorgeous body reveal itself under clothes, his restraints were a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

The ropes were soft but strong, with just enough give not to hurt but enough to chaff. Sure to leave markings once removed. His tdick ached between his legs, the stimulation of skin not enough to get off but he was close to it, just needing a little push.

Gaz may have felt embarrassed by it but he knew Roach would never disapprove, in fact it would more likely thrill him. Watching how his favorite kink thrilled his lover as much as it did him.

Finally, finally , Roach was done. Naked apart from briefs and black strap-on tied over the top. Freckled skin, dashed with scars, strong hands and a warm smile. Fuck, Gaz felt himself wiggle a little against his bindings. Wanting to reach and touch Roach, cup his face and see him melt into it, kiss him and feel him push against his lips, touch at him and make him moan only for him. But he couldn’t, and he knew that he might not get any of those opportunities tonight. And although that made him sad, it made his need for whatever Roach gave all the sweeter.

Roach closened to Gaz on the bed, looking over his immaculate handiwork and smiling. “What colour?”

“Green, so green,” Gaz said, voice coming out breathy.

Roach only smiled, kissing Gaz’s forehead. Gaz could not help but lean into it, wanting more. Almost vocalizing his mourning when those soft lips left him.

“I was thinking we start off with this?” Roach held up a cordless magic wand, a toy familiar to both of them.

Gaz gave an eager nod, cock twitching at the thought of finally being touched.

Roach turned the vibration on with a click, the faint whirring the only audible sound in the room at this time. Letting the toy ‘burr’ just away from touching Gaz’s skin, Roach cupped his lover’s cheeks urging him to look at him. When their eyes met, Roach was all the sweetest of smiles. Taking Gaz’s lips in his in a tender, soft kiss. 

Gaz let out a long-held breath, relieved for the familiarity of Roach’s lips. Pressing what he could, wanting more. Insatiable for any affection Roach would give him. Always.

The vibrator lowered, touching at Gaz’s inner thigh. Exposing Gaz to the sensation as it slowly crept down. Making Gaz wriggle in eagerness, hitching his hips if possible for even an inch closer to that imminent pleasure.

Roach was not above teasing his partner, he had done such things in the past. But perhaps he took pity on how needy Gaz was for the toy and his kiss, so he did not pause or mock Gaz any more than he already had. The toy making an imminent landing to vibrate against Gaz’s throbbing dick.

Gaz whimpered into Roach’s mouth, grateful for finally getting what he needed most - outside of Roach himself, of course. His body twitched as ripples of hot pleasure coursed through him as the toy rolled his hard tdick at a steady, delicious pace.

Their kiss was very quickly turning into Roach pecking at Gaz’s open mouth, as moan after moan soon brokered past so he could no longer reciprocate Roach’s affections. His climax inching closer with every second.

Roach, one hand busy holding the wand aloft, could not sign. Nor would Gaz doubtfully be able to see it, head rolled back and eyes shut tight. Instead, Roach wrote on Gaz’s naked chest over his heart with the tip of his finger.

Pretty. Good. This praise was then sent straight to Gaz’s dick, making his toes curl and forcing his limbs to strain against the ropes again. Making dull stinging pain mix with pleasure.

Cum. Do it. For me. 

Gaz did not need Roach to say much else, gritting his teeth and tensing his muscles as his first orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave. His legs squeezed shut, forcing Roach’s hand in place and pressing the toy on his cock. Small crescendos happening thereafter as he rode his orgasm out until overstimulation had him finally pulling away.

As Gaz grew limp, there was a click as the wand was turned off. Roach’s hands touched near where the rope bit into Gaz’s skin. Soothing the area around and encouraging blood flow as Gaz’s heart steadied again.

There was then a soft tap of hand against his outer thigh, Roach attracting Gaz’s floating attention back to him. Gaz obeyed, although his eyes were still half-lidded and his head was still light as air.

“Ok to move on? Do you need a break or want me to undo the ropes?”

Gaz put the effort in to shake his head. “‘M good, love. Just needing a moment to catch my breath. I want to keep going, though.”

“Good,” Roach said with his everpresent kind smile mirroring his satisfaction. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Gaz let out a huff, “What do you think?” Then wiggling his hips a little as he spread his legs. Displaying his cock and slick cunt.

Roach’s smile curled into an excited grin. “Next round ok?”

“Green as grass,” Gaz said, licking his lips. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Roach audibly snickered, adoring how his lover’s ever-visible eagerness. Going between Gaz’s legs, he held his fake cock in hand. Rubbing the length against Gaz’s lips, gathering up slick and awakening the hungry flames in Gaz’s belly once more.

Gaz watched onwards, biting his lower lips as Roach rubbed the tip against his engorged clit. Forcing out a grunt outwardly, the bud of nerves still so sensitive. Roach seemed to catch on, not lingering long before aligning the head with Gaz’s entrance.

Pressing inside, Gaz let out a gasp at the intrusion. His walls squeezing but welcoming Roach’s cock inside. Filling him up until it was down to the hilt. Roach paused, letting Gaz enjoy just how full he felt. Relishing the slight stretch and pull that Roach’s cock provided.

Once Gaz seemed eager to carry on, eyes steadying and looking to Roach with a newly invigorated hunger, Roach started moving. Hands-on both of Gaz’s knees, Roach rocked his hips back and forth. Inching in and out at a slow, dragged-out pace. Pressing right to that perfect spot that had Gaz gasping and shivering around him.

Roach’s eyes were warm but dark with hunger, watching Gaz soon melt once more into pleasure, soaking up the sight of Gaz’s pretty body held together only by rope. His eyes travelled down to where they met. Pale, nude silicone, wrapped in Gaz’s dark slickened lips. Taking him in so well, so desperately. Reluctant to let go with each unsheathing. Biting his lip as he noticed the slight bulging of Gaz’s stomach. Where Roach’s cock pushed slightly upwards to be visible under muscle and skin.

Roach felt his own briefs grow ever soaked with his own juices, so turned on by making Gaz feel so good. Aroused by how much trust Gaz gave him and how much pleasure he gave back to him in turn. It made his chest ache and heart soar, moving him emotionally even amongst his arousal.

“R-Roach, hah- love, ‘m close. Just a bit quicker, an’ I’ll cum. Fuck, you’re so good to me, bug. Ngh- So deep inside, god- your driving my mad, bug.” 

The praise was like molten lava in Roach’s veins, warming his insides and making his own cock ache under the strap and soaked briefs. Determined to ensure Gaz came, without even touching his clit, Roach obeyed Gaz’s pleading.

Roach’s hands moved from his knees to his hips, holding at his sides and tugging him onto his cock as his thrusts quickened. The snapping of Roach’s hips against Gaz’s ass, as well as Gaz’s sweet moans and cries was a chorus of music in Roach’s ears. Making him even hum, as he fucked into Gaz with erotic fervor wanting to see Gaz come undone on his cock. Making him cum again and again, bringing him all the bliss and pleasure he so rightfully deserved. After trusting him with his ropes, being such a good sport, and being patient in his learning. So open-minded and eager from the beginning. 

Gaz soon came again, letting out a long moan as his body stiffened once more, legs squeezing at Roach’s sides and body quivering as his second orgasm washed over him.

Roach was kind and pulled himself out after a few moments into the afterglow, letting Gaz come down from on high and enjoy the sense of fullness just a little bit more before it left him.

Gaz lay limp on the bed, still restrained by pink ropes, thighs wet with slick and forehead glistening with sweat. Letting his mind go comfortably blank as Roach moved somewhere nearby.

Unbuckling his strap and abandoning his underwear, Roach was near Gaz again. Kissing sweet kisses to either of his cheeks, making Gaz sigh in contentment. His hands kind and careful on his surely over sensitive skin. Undoing Gaz’s bindings until Gaz’s limbs flopped free and loose. Legs stretched out and hands weakly reaching up to hold Roach’s head close. Softly tugging him to kiss him on the lips, needing silent, loving affirmation as Roach kindly rubbed life back into Gaz’s tender arms and legs.

Eventually, once his body had cooled and his breaths calmed, Gaz asked, “What about you? You want me to give you some attention?”

Roach gave him a shake of ‘no’, “I’m fine. You must be tired.”

Gaz frowned, “Not enough to not get you off. C’mon Roach, let me help you.” Roach bit his lip, seemably tempted but torn. Perhaps worried he was overworking his lover. “Bug, I want to see you enjoy yourself too. Do it for me? Please?” His sincerity was obvious and Roach could never deny those handsome, begging eyes.

“Okay but if you feel tired we can stop at any time.” 

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll be taking me to my happy place, Roachy. Between those thighs.” His eyes lowered to the still simmering heat between Roach’s thighs.

Roach let out a huff, catching on to what Gaz would like to do. “Fine. Call it your treat, since you were so well-behaved.”

Gaz actually snorted, lowering himself until he lay fully on the bed. “You can tell I love you, because I only behave for you.”

Both of them had giggled then, soft and warm. Exchanging a kiss before Roach got up on his knees and lowered his own hot heat to Gaz’s hungry lips and tongue. Taking Gaz to just where he belonged.