#thelushes

[enduringalpha]

Waking up and Luna’s account is gone, where did you go T_T 

[abreedoftheirown]

the blond watched the other carefully, his piercing eyes seeming to bore through lucian. "and how would you say your stamina is, lucian? i would hate to waste my time with someone who can't keep up." ( from cassidy )

      Ice cubes are dropped into a clear glass, the soft chiming sounds of them clanging against the sides filling the room. Lucian pours himself a drink and slowly turns around to face the other male upon hearing their words. The blonds gaze may of been piercing, but the gryphons were downright predatory and otherworldly like he was peering into their very soul. He steps forward slowly, movements inhumanly graceful, looking like a damn jungle cat stalking it’s prey. “You should be worried about your own stamina, boy. Because when I’m through with you wont have the use of your legs.” Reaching out with a blur of speed, he jerks Cassidy to towards his powerful frame, showing off a bit of that strength and displaying just how easily he could break the other.

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@thelushes said: [ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

Though the job didn’t exactly call for formalwear, Gregory usually attempted to make an effort with his styling choices for work at the clinic. While he rarely opted for a total black tie affair, he at least opted for collared shirts, sometimes a tie to complete the look. The downside of this was becoming subject to his boyfriend’s lusty whims during the occasional downtime.

“Babe, I got a client in twenty minutes...” he protests as the other male pulls him down for a kiss, them both laying atop a cold examination table. “This really can’t wait till I get home later? Not that I’m complaining, but...”

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@thelushes​ said: [ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

Lachlan knew he didn’t look like much in the way of physical strength, but he didn’t go to the gym just to look good. He could display some brute strength if he wanted. But when the other came out of nowhere and pinned him down, Lachlan felt positively winded by the altercation, laying flat on his back — thankfully with a plushy rug to break the fall.

“What’s gotten into you, huh?” he asks, chuckling as his lover rested atop him, their faces close enough to touch. “Since when did you become a wrestler, tough guy?”

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@thelushes said: [ hidden ]  your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

When Patrizio went to take a piss, he wasn’t expecting the other man to follow him into the restroom — sometimes a leak was just that. But then again, he should’ve known better than to assume it wouldn’t happen. So there he was, balls-deep inside his insatiable lover in the bathroom of a mid-budget Italian eatery, where anybody on the outside could’ve heard them. Romance at its finest.

“Fuckin’ lil’ shit,” he grunts between thrusts, holding the younger man betwixt himself and the narrow sink. “Comin’ in here while I’m pissing like a goddamn slut...” Despite his words and angry tone, Pat secretly loved calling this boy his.

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@thelushes said: “Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”

It was true that Lachlan worked himself like a horse most of the time. Practicing the law wasn’t an easy job, but he wouldn’t have gotten into the field if he didn’t think he could do it — his tired muscles were simply a byproduct of it.

“Well, since you’re offering,” he begins, unbuttoning his dress shirt and letting it fall just enough to reveal his toned, wide back to the other, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. “I have a feeling you’re going to be rubbing more than just my shoulders, though. I know you.”

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@thelushes said: 🌊 (for our muses to get down and dirty on the beach)

Having grown up in Australia, Lachlan practically lived on the beach. When your entire country is surrounded by the ocean, it’s hard not to have an affinity for water and sand. So when he moved to the US, he had a choice of either coast, ultimately opting for California, where he could enjoy similar weather year-round — especially from the comfort of his beachside home, with an expanse of private property all to himself. Well, not completely himself.

Lachlan was lucky that Angel enjoyed the beach as much as he did. The two spent so much time together outside, uninterrupted by the riff-raff of the nearby public beaches that they often lost track of themselves... which usually led to some sandy tête-à-tête. What little clothing either of them were wearing before went discarded and forgotten by the wayside, their naked bodies writhing against one another’s as they made out slowly, languidly. “Fuck, babe, need more,” the older man moans, his strained cock grinding against Angel’s leg. “Left the lube n’ condoms inside, though...” he says, looking at Angel curiously, almost with a devilish glint in his eye.

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@thelushes​ said: “ kiss me…? ”

“Yeah, I bet you’d fuckin’ like that, wouldn’t you,” Tino snarls, the younger man’s attention not completely unwarranted. But the mafia prince didn’t like handing over the goods right away — he wanted his conquests to work for it, just as he’d worked for everything in his own life. For better or worse. “What’s in it for me, huh? If I kiss you...?” he asks, his breath beating hot against Markus’ pretty face, those pouty lips looking awfully delicious right about now.