Ollie couldn’t help a shy giggle at Ben’s praise, pulling at his hood to cover his face as he wiggled in the man’s lap. He’d woken up that morning already halfway into little space, quickly deciding that he didn’t want to wear his own clothes today. So, while Ben was in the shower, Ollie went through his clothes, quickly picking out a hoodie and a pair of boxers of Ben’s to wear; surely the other male wouldn’t be angry if he wore his clothes? And he wasn’t - or he didn’t seem to be, so Ollie quickly found himself cuddled up in the man’s lap, face tucked into the curve of Ben’s neck as the older male rocked him back to sleep.
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A small smile began to curve on Jay’s lips. They’d beenstuck inside due to the rain canceling their plans for the day. Lazing in bedall day, together, cuddling with movies had been the perfect alternative.However… boredom had eventually set in for the bookstore owner. This caused hisfocus to shift to the baker in his arms. Only… that was an hour prior and it didn’t benefit said baker as much as it did the bookstore owner with what he intended to do.
Laughing softly as lips trailed up Jude’s thigh towards hiships, hands reached to hold the other down. Jay’s grip on the other was gentlebut firm enough to keep him still for a bit. Wet, open mouthed kisses began tobe placed on each hip. First the left, then the right. Repeatedly. A softchuckle could be heard as a noise escaped his ‘victim’ with each kiss that wasplaced.
Deciding to be cruel, Jay allowed his teeth to catch intothe soft skin as well, leaving red marks. He could hear the rain pick upagainst the window with a heavier beat as he continued to kiss, bite and lickalong Jude’s hips. He’d begun licking where he kissed and bit to soothe themarks he was leaving on the other.
Kisses were trailed up Jude’s torso once Jay felt he’dmarked the other enough. Blue-grey eyes met grey eyes. One set full of love,lust and teasing while another set were filled with desire and need. Tuckinghis lower lip between his teeth for a moment, Jay shifted a little.
Settling his body over his boyfriend’s while making sure notto put too much weight, Jay gently nuzzled against his neck for a moment. Heneeded to regain control of himself. He’d unintentionally positioned himself ina way where they both felt each other’s need for one another.
Letting out a gentle sigh against Jude’s neck, Jay turnedhis head and caught the other in a kiss. It was different from their usuallylight kisses. He was demanding control with their kiss.
Hands shifted, cupping the other’s face as Jay forced histongue into Jude’s mouth, roughly exploring the other. Both sets of teethslightly clashed together as Jay had his way with the other. Lips were quicklybecoming swollen, oxygen slightly less as they were both forced to breathethrough the nose. Breathing was the last thing on Jay’s mind as he ravishedJude, showing a slightly different side to the bookstore owner.
Another small smile appeared on Jay’s face when he pulledaway slightly, blue-grey eyes lit as he studied his work. Both chests heavingfrom a lack of air. That same smile turned into a gentle smirk as he worked hisway down and began kissing along the other’s hips again.
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Andrew couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop imagining the blood on his hands after the fight, couldn’t stop hearing the thoughts of the people they’d tried to save. The people they’d failed to save. And of course, Leon - being Leon - had picked up on his distress, like he always did. Which was why the younger telepath had a collar around his throat and soft cuffs around his wrists, holding his arms behind his back. And why Leon knelt in front of him on the bed, holding a blindfold, raising it to the smaller male’s eyes and covering them completely. “Good boy,” the mentor praised, voice soft, once he was restrained and blindfolded, and Andrew could feel something loosen inside him. He let Leon draw him into his arms and hold him there, the darkness and the sound of the man’s breathing mingling with his own and lulling him into quietness. Inside and out.
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“Leon?” Andrew called, voice quiet and meek as it always was. He’d been looking for his mentor all over the house, seeking the answer to a question on telekinesis he’d come across in his research, but it seemed like the older male was just gone.
Then he heard him.
“Leon?” he asked again, slipping through the doorway with his back to the room beyond.
“Andrew!” The boy spun around with a yelp, only now realizing he’d walked into Leon’s bathroom. The man was half hiding behind the shower curtain, hair wet and spiked everywhere, and Andrew couldn’t stop staring.
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Andrew couldn’t stop staring at the text on his phone, face slowly heating up as he flushed. After another moment of thought, he quickly typed out a text in return.andrew → leon: you’re just drunk, you don’t actually want to stick your... well.andrew → leon: you’re just drunk.
10. my muse can’t remember your muse when they wake up in hospital after being hit by a car.
The first thing the boy registered as consciousness slowly began to return to him was an overwhelming sense of pain. He couldn’t narrow it down to one specific location - it was more like his entire body was just screaming at him, screaming that something had gone horribly wrong.
The next two things came simultaneously - a loud, insistent beeping noise, and the soft pressure of a hand in one of his. He thought back, trying to piece things together and figure out what was going on, but all he came up with was a complete blank. So he opened his eyes, a soft groan slipping from him unbidden.
A man was sitting next to him, hand clasping the boy’s tightly. When he realized the boy was awake, he leaned in, a soft grin taking over his features. Something tugged at the back of his brain, something saying he should know this man, but any other sense of recognition was buried back behind the wall in his mind. So when the other man tried to lean in even further, moving to brush a hand through the boy’s hair, he flinched away.
“Ollie? Ollie, baby, what’s wrong?” Who was Ollie? Was that him?
“I don’t - who are you? Who am I?” the boy asked, frowning. And while he couldn’t quite grasp what the hell was going on, he could grasp the look of absolute heartbreak on the other male’s face as the questions registered.
18. a family member of my muse’s just died and yours is trying to comfort them.
Evan just turned away when he felt Heath’s hand land, warm and soft on his arm as he stood in front of the window. He refused to even look at it, the tiny coffin lying open on the table in the center of the room. He couldn’t. If he did, he’d... he’d end up breaking down, and he couldn’t do that either. His sister was relying on him to be strong for her, even though he’d loved the little girl just as much - if not more - as she did.
It’d been quick. At least she’d been given that.
“Evan...” Heath said, voice barely audible as he stepped closer, body heat warming Evan’s back until it was almost stifling. The whole thing, the suit, the atmosphere, the grief, it was all too much. Too oppressive. And he caved.
Evan turned towards Heath, then, eyes already filling with tears as he pulled the other man close and hid his face in the stark white collar of his shirt, shoulders already shaking.
