#theclosestcloset

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@theclosestcloset

"Do you really fit in these?" Manuel asked raising a pair of blue speedos that seemed three sizes smaller than what the other should wear. His gaze analising it towards the window as the packs rested in front of him, preparing to take him on a short vacation. "you really can't fit that cake in this, it's impossible." He added, shortly eyeing the other.

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@theclosestcloset liked for Ty.

Entering the house and walking towards the living room, Ty left a large box in front of Franco, with an old polaroid on top of it to be used. "I brought something, I hope you like it. And more importantly, I dare you to not enjoy it."

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"I don't know what your plans are for today," Herc began, scratching his belly as his body was nakedly exposed to the cold air of the night, "but I filled the hottub on the rooftop because i can, prepared a hot damn bubble bath and I am about to relax for the next few minutes while watching the stars in the sky, so you do you." He explained, separating the phone off of his mouth only to say a loud grumpy word: "hoe." And then, he hanged up. @theclosestcloset

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Summer was the best time for him to have and spent free quality time. The building was left completely alone, with students either going back to their families, or on trips with the rest of teachers, teachers going on vacation to other places, and the whole Mansion left for his own enjoyment.

And while that included having to clean it, Scott didn't care about it. That day he had left the building to the backyard in just a pair of boxers, long enough to not show anything, but not enough to let his whole body covered, if one cared to look properly.

Stretching his muscles, he continued his path through the yard, barefoot, until reaching the edge of the pool, where he kneeled bythen say flexed while the covering surface was retracted by the mechanism that he pressed inside. And that took ages to get back.

When it was nearly over, he rose his gaze, finding the other standing, having him smiling to the side, "thought you'd sleep longer." @theclosestcloset

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Once upon a time, waking up for Bucky was either confusing or frigthening. He would wake up confused by the situation, or afraid of where he was unaware of his own nightmares not being his reality. But that was no more. Clint was the talon that held him, leaving confusion for the past. And Matt kept his nightmares away as if his fearlessness was contagious.

His eyes opened in the middle of that bed, observing the blond against his shoulder, snoring softly, scratching Bucky's chest, leaving light marks as if he was about to abandon him. And then moved to the brunette, already awake, fidgeting with Bucky's fingers as if he wasn't going to notice it even if it was nott his flesh. "What is it, Red?" He whispered not wanting to moe his hand away from his toying, "trying to see if I wake up with the right buttons?" He joked, smiling leaning his head as close as he could without moving Clint, demanding a kiss. @theclosestcloset

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[  MORNING  ] ;  the sender wakes the receiver up with sex. [ wake up bj, from joel; for lee ]

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lee's body laid expent over the bed, his legs spread, his arms stretched against the bed's head. if he was conscious enough, he would feel the weight of joel's head against his shoulder and chest, the sleeping leg result from the weight of the older man sleeping over it, or the sweat that still run wet down his neck.

but he was tired, and neither his own used to position, nor the weight of the blanket let him know that he was, by all means, happily awake. if he was any less tire, he would've notice the lack of said weight against him, the absence of the other's heat against his left side, or the pressence of his hand against his lower abdomen, surrounding his mast before wetness spread over sensitive head and foreskin.

his lips wet to the sensation, feeling little by little more fo what was going on, and by the time he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of his lover's choking on his head, and opened his eyes to a thick string of saliva connecting their bodies. the clear sound of a throat wanting clearance, by coughing, and the watery eyes that crowned the older man's eyes. "uhm..." he would've said anything, like good morning, how are you, i love you. all those shenanigans, but instead dropped back down in a long moan as his shaft was sheathed once more by the warmth of his boyfriend's cavity, feeling it tightening around, wanting to expell him out. "fuck me."

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"i am sorry," a playful smirk played on his face, trying to sound innocent when his face reflected the opposite.

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@theclosestcloset gets Emmett

It had been a long time since Jean abandoned the other, long since their first share of kisses. Long since he had told him things Emmett never expected to hear from those lips. But Still nothing happened. This was what he got for dating straight men blooming with age. Fear. And guilt.

With the school now under his control, and Xavier retired, he made sure no one would interrupt us, and when Scott walked into his office, Emmett received him turned around as he signed some papers from the opposite side. His infamous white trousers trapped his lowerbody and marked every fiver of it, his upper body left with clarity the middle of his back, as the cape rested behind the door, and only the crop top cover his chest. The vissible scare from his first death coming to show briefly as he turned around. "Good, you here," he said walking towards him, moving the chair, "sit, and wait." He said as authoritarian as he was in his role of the White King, and headmaster of the school.

Walking passed by him, he closed the door and locked it, swearing that if he got interrupted at any point, he'd make sure they'd regret it. And after that, walked into the inner bathroom, making him wait.