Forgive me. This is gender neutral language but I am aware of the eater is normally only used for vaginal oral sex, this post is for either sexual organs as everyone deserves to be munched. Also please be aware none of this is cannon with the BA’s
David: Absolutely. Legs over his shoulders, thighs as ear muffs for hours. Kind of thing if you brat around too much, that is where you end up.
Asher: no. Only because, he is getting ate like a three course meal, with his head down in a pillow and his ass in the air
Milo: THE EATER. You look up the word in the dictionary and it is a picture of Milo Greer. There is in fact yogurt and jello in the fridge and he is eating it without a spoon. Bleached mustache.
Sam: Uses it much more as a foreplay than the main event, if that makes sense. Don’t get me wrong, happy as a clam but he plays a long game and it’s always a start.
Darlin’: yea. Sam’s thighs shake like he ran a marathon
Vincent: yes but lovely in my brain has bad bottom dysmorphia so a lot of their sex does not involve heavy action down there on their part. Vincent’s happy to, just a preference
Porter: not all the time but yeah. I feel like it’s his thing once he knows someone better, he likes it but without the bond there, it actually isn’t fun for him. HOWEVER; treasure uses his face like a chair now. That is their spot
Gavin:….yeah obviously…? Like not to be unoriginal but again yeah. Has a spreader bar to make it easier so FL can’t close their legs at all, also totally edges them using it. Tongue piercing
Lasko: sometimes, but again, this man is in the trenches. I could definitely see him wanting to try it and being really good at it, but his arch is like no other
Damien/Huxley:….we all know. Again, we get to see a lot of the DAMN crews sexual personality from their regular videos so absolutely Huxley is happily holding Dames down. I also see Damien feeling strange around people touching his penis (THIS IS NOT CANNON. THIS IS MY THOUGHTS) so it works out
This is cringey but I had fun thinking about it and I don’t know what a draft is
If you didn’t pull away or stop him, Gavin would definitely keep kissing you nonstop.
He loves the feeling of your lips on his, and would happily spend days savouring them. The feeling is so addicting and has his core lighting up in fireworks.
He’s never the one that stops the kiss. (Although he will stop as soon as you pull away or show any sign of wanting to take a pause)
I think we are forgetting that canonically gavin and freelancer had sex so hard they broke their headboard and laughed it off which sort of implies this happened before.
heavily inspired by @dannydoesthisthing27 's post :)
slightly nsfw ♡
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Gavin loves kissing.
Sex is great and all, but kissing just holds so much. The sizzle of anticipation, the crackle of nerves, the chills of excitement. It's a delicious concoction of emotions. He'd been known to release his inhibitions and imbibe in that cocktail... before completely falling in love with the freelancer.
Now he gets drunk off of their kisses alone. Kisses from his deviant are like euphoria being shot directly into his veins. The softness of their lips, the warmth of their tongue... and the noises that they make. He can barely push a coherent thought through the fog that invades his mind.
He doesn't need other kisses, but that's not to say that he can't be persuaded to do some liplocking with the only other people he's ever loved.
"What would you rate your kisses on a scale of 1 to 10?"
Freelancer's question snaps Gavin right out of his daydreaming into reality. They flash their signature shit-eating grin at Damien, who rolls his eyes.
"What are we, in middle school? I don't have to answer that--"
"Ah, c'monnn, Dames, just humour me."
"They're high enough, just ask Huxley," the smirk that tugs on his lips is far from innocent.
"A hundred out of ten," Huxley gives one of his sunshiney beams, leaning his head against his shorter boyfriend's shoulder.
"Aw, cute," Gavin mockingly cooes, playfully pouting at Damien. The fire elemental scoffs and flips him off, Gavin can't help but chuckle at that.
"You're boring," Freelancer sighs and turns to Lasko. "What are your kissing skills like?" Lasko's delightful partner opens their mouth and Freelancer quickly cuts in: "I swear to God if you give me some mushy answer--"
"It's the truth, though," they laugh out.
"You guys are too biased, I need a third-party opinion," Freelancer sighs.
Damien raises a brow, "it just sounds like you want an excuse to kiss us."
Freelancer laughs, "puh-lease, you wish."
Gavin's spine stiffens, his core is open and drinking up the rich waves of arousal that are starting to waft off of his deviant as the idea no doubt flashes in their mind. They turn to look at Gavin and smile, but there's something about the spark in their eyes that sends goosebumps running down his body.
"Logistically... hypothetically... Gavin should be the one to kiss you all to test it out. Since he's more experienced than any of us could ever be... if he wanted to, of course."
"I gladly volunteer as tribute," Gavin tilts his head and smirks at the rest of the group.
He bites down the bark of laughter that threatens to leave his throat as a mixture of all of their arousal seeps out of each of them at the mere sound of his agreement. Just. Like. Clockwork.
The room settles in silence, not a single protest, not a single rebuttal. Just silent consideration.
"W-wait, wh-what? Are we actually--? We can't actually b-be considering this, c-can we?" He looks at his partner, eyes almost... hopeful. Before he shakes the clouds of lust out of his mind. "No. N-no! Right?"
Dear purses their lips, hiding a smile. "If you don't want to, we don't have to."
"Wh-? Does that mean that y-you're okay with k-kissing...with kissing Ga-Gavin?" Lasko's voice is perfectly shrill.
Dear just leans back and says again, amusement tinkling in their voice, "we don't have to, if you don't want to."
On the other hand, Damien and Huxley seem to be conversing with just their eyes. Until Damien lets out a deep sigh.
And through gritted teeth he grumbles out, "if this ever leaves this room--"
Freelancer's eyes widen as they turn to Gavin like I can't believe he's actually into this.
"Come here, then," Damien commands.
Gavin chuckles as he walks over to Damien, "yes, sir." He parks his ass on the free space to the left of Damien and Huxley who have occupied the largest couch.
Gavin cups Damien's cheeks, coaxing the fire elemental's darting eyes to lock on his own. There's a flash of nervousness in them, so quick that anyone else might've thought they imagined it. Not Gavin though, he sees it clear as day.
"Well?" Damien levels his voice to sound as unimpressed as possible.
The desire demon leans forward, his lips just an inch away as he revels in the delectable taste of all the eyes in the room on the two of them, all their breathing hitched... before the two finally lock lips.
Damien's kisses are... well, heated and passionate. As much as he acts like this is just some stupid game, he still wants to be the best, so after a brief moment of stiffness, where he probably had to acclimatise to the reality of the situation, he starts putting forth his best work. Gavin can feel the heat off of Damien roll and ebb off of his body, licking his core like the flames of a campfire kiss a marshmallow. Now is the moment, the incubus nips Damien's lip, and Damien's gasp of surprise is quickly morphed into a surprisingly lewd moan by Gavin's slick tongue that glides against his. The kiss is hot, in more ways than one; hands slide into hair, hands tightening on thighs, moans dampened by slick tongues dancing together. Gavin can literally feel Damien's body heating up, so he draws back.
Damien's eyes are wide with surprise as he stares at Gavin, realising what just happened. The room is silent, if not for Damien's subtle attempts to regulate his breathing.
Huxley eyes the huffing mess that the incubus has made of his boyfriend, before he and Gavin lock eyes and in a flash, they're making out too.
"Oh fuck," Lasko whimpers as the group watches Huxley and Gavin kiss. Freelancer feels that exact statement in the depths of their gut, as they press their thighs together.
Huxley's kisses are steady and secure as the foundation of the earth. The way that his big hands hold Gavin as if he's made of glass sends flowers blooming along Gavin's strings. Their noses bump and nuzzle against each other. Huxley's kisses slow down time. Gavin is fully aware of the little grunts he makes, of the rich and sweet cologne the earth elemental is wearing that has a hint of dirt and the slightest notes of spice (probably Damien's), of how soft the man's lips feel against his own.
At this point, Lasko doesn't need any more convincing; he's already kissing Gavin before Huxley has a moment to have his first breath after parting.
Lasko's kisses are tumultuous, desperate and breathtaking... if Gavin had any breath to take that is... But they are familiar and comforting. They're just so... Lasko. Needy to the point that Gavin has to gently hold his jaw to control the speed, a gentle reassurance that he's not going anywhere. Gavin laps up Lasko's whined protests, his deep chuckles seeping into the wind elemental's mouth. The pure condescension in the laughs sends licks of heat to Lasko's stomach, sending his hips bucking up to meet Gavin's.
Dear edges closer, and gently tugs at Lasko's hair, pulling him away from the incubus, a deep moan rumbles in the air elemental's throat at that action. Right in his face, they smile kindly at Gavin, who smiles back. And soon the two are kissing. Slow, calm, soothing kisses. A stark difference from their partner's before. Gavin's brain continues to fog up more. They are as melodic as the waves of the ocean lapping at the beach's shore. But encouraged by all the eyes on them, their kisses escalate to one of a raging storm; their tongues tangle together, the noises tumbling from their mouths steadily grow more heated and lewd. Their kisses get sloppier and more insistent, a drastic change from the sensual pace set minutes before.
Great as this is, there's a presence missing. They all feel it.
The rest of the group turn back to the Freelancer, alone on the love seat, lips parted, softly panting and eyes blown out. Gavin simply holds out his hand to them, a silent offer to come and join the people he treasured the most.
I feel like the only time Gavin would really want to change his form would be as Freelancer grows older. Not just for their sake, but because he likes the idea of just growing older with them. He may have eternity, but he'll let himself look as if the passage of time has an affect on him as Freelancer changes.
And as Freelancer reaches the end of their life, he turns back into that form they first met him in, the form he had when they had both fallen in love. A reminder of how long they lasted, how happy of a life they had with him.
It's the only time he's willing to change form for someone else's sake, because it's someone he loves, it helps them feel less depressed over their difference in lifespans. And he gets to choose the form still. He doesn't lose that choice, and brings comfort to the person he cares for so much. It's a win-win in his eyes.
