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@theartofmadeline
KIROKAZE
sheepfilms

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi
styofa doing anything
art blog(derogatory)
ojovivo
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RMH

roma★
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
occasionally subtle
Stranger Things
noise dept.

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@tech-bat
Fresh powder, hello Saturday
Can anyone tell me why this man is naked?
99 Es
Some ass hole attempted to 'mug' me on the way home.
The moan he attempted to hold down remained so deep in his throat that it sounded like a growl. Terry’s writhing and squirming, those delicious hip movements, drove the archer wild. His grip turned bruising, more so than his mouth, and pulled his hips back slowly, every vein pulsing past Terry’s sensitive reddened hole.
One hard thrust that drove his lover forward turned into two and three. Harder and harder, the slap of their hips filled the room and grew louder than the scooting of the table. “Shit, Terry,” he ground out. A hand dipped down beneath the teen and stroked his leaking cock, using his fluids as lubrication.
That noise, Fuck it was addictive. Roy had a growl that was so addictive it was impossible not to get a hard on from alone. "Roy- Fuck- Fuck!" sharp pains mingled with pleasure and ecstasy as the man pounded and bruised him.
The room filled with the sound of sex, wet slaps, skin on skin impact, wet slicks and whines, growls and moans; All of it blending into a sound that served to turn the teen on further. It was better than any drug; Addictive in a level that made it a necessity to have in life. In all truths, Terry wanted to keep the man as long as he would allow.
I refuse to believe heroin is a gateway drug.
I believe all gateway drugs guide people to heroin.
And you would be right. nothing gets me high like a hit of heroin.
Some ass hole attempted to 'mug' me on the way home.
Roy was a romantic partner outside of their sexual encounters, loved to make Terry feel special, provided for him and treated him like they were married, but he was not the kind of man that made love. Raw. Needy. Instinct driven. They all described Roy Harper as a lover. He was far more likely to shove Terry against a dirty brick wall and fuck him until his moans got too loud (then fuck him harder and faster so he’d cum and quiet down) than he was to sprinkle rose petals on their bed and seduce him with champagne.
He buried himself as deep as he could, the force of his hips spreading Terry open, and ground into him at an upward angle, forcing his lower back to arch. All the while, he kept his hold on him, bruised him with his teeth and the suction between his lips. It was all so animal like. He was claiming his lover and penetrating him so fully that his precum would remain for as long as it wasn’t expelled. No amount of simply wiping could get rid of it. It was like others would be able to smell him on the teenager and would stay away from him. During sex, Roy was an Alpha male.
Terry loved every bit of their dynamic. Roy didn't need to be romantic, He didn't need to be seductive during sex. He didn't get that during sex, he didn't need it; Terry wanted the raw, hard core sex that came with Roys animalistic side.
The teen loved getting pounded into the hard surface, the bruises and damage that came with the play. If Terry came home to a rose petal bed, he was more likely to don the batsuit and stalk whoever broke into the house. That's another thing he loved about Roy; with sex being so feral- it was consensual surprise.
He was pulled from his thought by the girth of Roys hips spreading his legs and burying himself deep inside of him. Forced into a new angle, Terry let out a pleasured scream and writhed as much as he could. Terry loved it, He couldn't NOT love it. Roy always claimed him, always. Always filled him, always marked him so darkly it felt like it would be forever.
Happy to play the submissive, Terry reached and gripped his arms tightly, his heart racing as he tried to ground himself as he screamed Roys name. Dribbling precum, the teen throbbed and twitched around him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ilW3xNKF_-M&feature=youtu.be pure sex :O