#osoenelbosque

[resoluete]

sight x berserker: 32 | from here

“jesus,  your  legs.”  ezra  couldn't  quite  hold  back  the  moan  that  escaped  him  when  berserker  fucking  spread  his  legs  to  both  sides  of  his  body  in  the  perfect  angle  where  ezra  could  settle  himself  in  the  space  between  jaime's  legs,  further  propelling  him  to  rut  against  the  pride  agent.  he  was  gone  the  first  time  the  pride  agent  had  his  legs  around  his  waist,  ankles  crossed  on  the  small  of  the  charity  agent's  back  in  an  attempt  to  pull  him  closer.  but  now,  the  other  man  was  practically  doing  an  air  split  right  underneath  him,  and  it  took  every  ounce  of  willpower  ezra  had  not  to  pound  into  jaime  roughly.  he  groaned,  a  throaty  and  rough  sound,  as  he  shoved  into  the  pride  agent with reckless abandon.  “what  else  can  you  do  with  those  legs,  baby?”  the  endearment  slipped  past  his  lips,  unbidden.  “shit,  that’s gorgeous.” @osoenelbosque

[thetriumvirate]

@osoenelbosque gets a post-event starter from Smoke

APARTMENT 3B

”Darlin’, I’m home” The door to their apartment closed behind Smoke’s back as he rolled his shoulders in order to remove his jacket – too eager to dispose of that layer of clothing as he sought out his roommate. “Ah ‘erd th’others ‘re returnin’ soon.” Back from their missions in some god forsaken place. He can’t really say he envied them. It was so much better to stay indoors, maybe grab a couple of pints with someone and find new and entertaining ways to spend his time. Like taunting and teasing Berserker since the two of them were sharing the same space. Who didn’t like an older guy who was actually sex on legs? Only someone not gifted with eyesight would pass on the opportunity to pounce on that – and Smoke was anything but daft. He always had a penchant for pretty little things. And Jaime was quite pretty. It would be such a shame if he didn’t make the most of things. His gaze sought his roommate, a sly and yet innocent smile lingering on Alistair’s face as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he made his way to the kitchen they both shared. “What do yi’ll want fer’ food? Ah kin cook us somethin’.” Nothing like offering to cook dinner for his roommate to make Jaime smile. Maybe even turn those cheeks of his into a red menace. Who doesn’t like to see a pretty face all flustered with the right compliments? “Ah just need to shower but ah can start cookin’ fer’ ye’ after.” A silent invitation to join him in the shower or something a bit more exciting planned? It would all depend on how Berserker reacted to the dinner invite. “Don’ ye’ worry yer’ bonny wee head. Tis no fash.” It was no bother, really.