— terrence

he has the world balanced on the fingertips but even that is not enough

[wickedwinters]

terrencewiley‌:

“Ah,” A snicker escaped him. “No, it’s mine. Who wouldn’t want to take a beautiful man like you out for dinner?” The scents of their cuisines waded in before the latter did. Plates and plates of buttery dishes were settled in front of the two but they did not block Terrence’s view of the other, the chiseled edges of his countenance and the gleam in those eyes which begged and begged and begged tacitly. He would not satisfy his wish, not right now. Right now, Terrence’s hands gracefully took his knife and fork and dug into the chicken breast. After taking a bite - slowly, sensually, coquettishly - Terrence’s shoe brushed up against the other’s ankle. “So, Dean.” It ascended up immediately, to his knee. “Tell me about yourself.”  

So, Terrance was a talker, then. Hopefully, he didn’t require too much depth to his story. Dean would prefer to forget his life before the Haus and during his small break as nothing more than the motions he went through to get him here, to where he belonged. Anything about him that a client needed to know was listed on the Haus phone application - there were photos of all the staff members with their individual kink lists - easy to peruse so the clients didn’t have to ask personal questions - could find someone compatible and simply call the staff member to their room - no talking required. But there were always clients who wanted to “get to know” the staff. It wasn’t the worst trait, but personal history was boring - much more exciting to talk about the near future. Still, it wasn’t a question, so Dean was as succinct as possible. ‘Conservative mother, absentee father, a brief modelling career - when I got to the Haus, I discovered what I was looking for in life. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, except perhaps your bed, tied up and at your mercy.’

[terrencewiley]

Terrence used the conversation as a mere ploy for his shoe to ascend up the curl of his leg and caress the clothed skin along his thigh with its leather tip. It was a teasing gesture, a tantalizing act, a little taste of what Terrence had in store for the other. “Uh-huh.” He dismissed the previous sentences with that word, and smirked at the remaining words. “In my bed, huh? But here I was, thinking about taking you right now, right in this small room. Don't worry about prying eyes – I asked for tight security – unless that's what you want.” Terrence's shoe brushed against the other's crotch, hard and pressing.

[wickedwinters]

terrencewiley‌:

Terrence smiled coyly at him. It was one of those smiles that had more to it then the curvature of a mouth and rosy lips, one of those smiles which were as cryptic as they were revealing.  “I don’t understand French thoroughly.” He confessed. “So, that better be a compliment.” Motioning to the table and candlelight that Terrence had asked for, he asked the other to take a seat. “Please.” A hand patted his waist, suggestively, before Terrence sat down opposite to the other. 

‘If I didn’t completely butcher it, it means something along the lines of “the pleasure is mine, sir.”‘ It was the closest translation Dean could muster, and one of the only French phrases he really knew from his modelling days and being introduced to those more worldly than he. Dean followed Terrance into the dining area and … fuck! That hand on his waist giving him a silent push to follow the order sit down - it was all he could do to not suggest that they forgo the meal and get straight to the afterparty. It wasn’t his place, though, not with clients so he quickly obeyed Terrance and took a seat. ‘Thank you. You’re most generous, sir.’ God, how he wanted Terrance to fully claim him already, the itch to have a Master was raging quite the yen within him.

[terrencewiley]

“Ah,” A snicker escaped him. “No, it’s mine. Who wouldn’t want to take a beautiful man like you out for dinner?” The scents of their cuisines waded in before the latter did. Plates and plates of buttery dishes were settled in front of the two but they did not block Terrence’s view of the other, the chiseled edges of his countenance and the gleam in those eyes which begged and begged and begged tacitly. He would not satisfy his wish, not right now. Right now, Terrence’s hands gracefully took his knife and fork and dug into the chicken breast. After taking a bite - slowly, sensually, coquettishly - Terrence’s shoe brushed up against the other’s ankle. “So, Dean.” It ascended up immediately, to his knee. “Tell me about yourself.”  

[wickedwinters]

terrencewiley‌:

Terrence’s tastes existed on a wide spectrum, and were ever-changing. Sometimes he preferred men who grasped his theist like a prize, whilst sometimes he wanted to wield the hands around a throat. With Dean, both offers were on the table, making Terrence’s heart astir. He brushes out the wrinkles on his shirt before descending the spiral stairs, stretching out each step so that his admirers could drink in the whole of the sight – which was dark attire, grey vest, gelled hair, and the outline of a taut underwear which peers through his sheer trousers. He was dressed ostentatiously to entrap and deceive and seemed to be doing a smooth work at it. Eyes catching Dean, Terrence strode over and offered him the flat of his hand for a chaste kiss.

“Enchanté.” He greeted, the smirk across his rosy lips a sharp and lethal crescent.

God, those trousers left almost nothing to the imagination, but from someone who had the world on a silver platter - the translucence of the fabric seemed two-fold. It offered the world a view but the fearlessness of such choice in clothing spoke volumes as to who was in charge. Dean took the man’s offered hand, playing along with the client’s wishes. An image sprang to his mind unbidden: Dean on his knees in front of his Master, being praised for a job well done, a hand gently stroking his face and him turning to kiss those fingers in gratitude. Well, fuck, now he had a problem as something else sprang up. He let out the quietest of whimpers, trying to grasp the breadth of what the client’s smirk meant.

Seeing as the client had spoken to him, though, it would be rude of him not to reply. ‘Tout le plaisir est pour moi, monsieur.’

[terrencewiley]

Terrence smiled coyly at him. It was one of those smiles that had more to it then the curvature of a mouth and rosy lips, one of those smiles which were as cryptic as they were revealing.  “I don’t understand French thoroughly.” He confessed. “So, that better be a compliment.” Motioning to the table and candlelight that Terrence had asked for, he asked the other to take a seat. “Please.” A hand patted his waist, suggestively, before Terrence sat down opposite to the other. 

[wickedwinters]

Dean was quite pleased when he noticed who had picked him for the Valentine’s Dinner. He was eager to spend more time with the most interesting man he’d met. Terrence barely looked old enough to be out of high school, yet the sheer dominance that radiated from him was enough to keep Dean happy. And the guy was a client to top it all off, which meant every moment spent following Terrence’s orders was him doing his job. And damn if he didn’t love working here. Dean donned a suit and shaved before heading down, wanting to look his best for the client, and letting it be up to Terrance how ruined he’d be at the end of the night. When he saw the guy, he was still taken aback by the fresh face, but knowing that beneath the young skin lay a predator, he inclined his head respectfully, a smirk coming to features as he realised Terrance could well be a perfect match for him.

[terrencewiley]

Terrence's tastes existed on a wide spectrum, and were ever-changing. Sometimes he preferred men who grasped his theist like a prize, whilst sometimes he wanted to wield the hands around a throat. With Dean, both offers were on the table, making Terrence's heart astir. He brushes out the wrinkles on his shirt before descending the spiral stairs, stretching out each step so that his admirers could drink in the whole of the sight – which was dark attire, grey vest, gelled hair, and the outline of a taut underwear which peers through his sheer trousers. He was dressed ostentatiously to entrap and deceive and seemed to be doing a smooth work at it. Eyes catching Dean, Terrence strode over and offered him the flat of his hand for a chaste kiss.

“Enchanté.” He greeted, the smirk across his rosy lips a sharp and lethal crescent.

[wickedwinters]

@terrencewiley

It was around 4 in the morning and Dean was trying to get his breathing back to a steady pace after the lap around the Haus. His legs were on fire, numb, and felt like they could turn to jelly at any moment. He’d forgotten just how big the grounds were and the paved path around the place didn’t cut corners. He took his trainers off and carried them to his quarters on the ground floor, placing them in the shower where he’d clean them off after a bite to eat.

In the main kitchens, clad in only a long, light blue button-up instead of his sweaty running garb, Dean opened the door of the refrigerator and looked at the selection of fruit. Deciding on a nectarine, he bent over and grabbed it from the fresh produce drawer. Standing up, he noticed another Haus inhabitant up before the sun. Since the room light was on, Dean shut the fridge door, so as not to let the cold air out as he took in the guy before him. ‘Good morning! I hope I’m not in your way.’

[terrencewiley]

Terrence preferred to watch the twilight unfurl itself than the sunrise, and that asked him to awake from his slumber early in the morning, when night hadn't taken its leave from the sky – and when polaris beamed, bright and sentient. The twilight was beautiful. It was, as always, an amalgam of dark and bright, caught in a collision that made the colors bleed into each other. Delicate beginnings of luminescence protruded through the clouds and threw itself across the Haus's open grounds. Terrence basked in this light.

But, as the day grew brighter and twilight danced away, he made his way back to the Haus's central building. It was quiet, each of his footsteps drew louder by the comfortable silence. He wasn't alone in the kitchens. Terrence abruptly assumed the other was a staff member from the way he spoke, with an elegant politeness and awareness to his words. He was a characteristic the staff wielded. “ Good morning. ” His eyes trailed down at the other's chiseled form and it truly was a good morning. “ Oh, you've just done a work-out session, huh? ” Fingertips rose and crawled up his sweat-glistening chest, the movement tantalizingly slow. “ Does this mean you're too tired for another? ” Terrence asked with false innocence.

[olithorne-blog]

terrencewiley‌:

terrence’s breaths slowed as their dance did, movements simmering down. his hands laced with the man’s as he responded, a laugh attached to the words. “ was the previous name okay for you, big daddy? ” he found himself submitting more and more lately, but terrence wiley and commands did not go together most of the time. ” because you look like a big daddy. ”

“Is that what you’re looking for within these halls?”  He asked the shallow question, “for someone who’s not so keen on taking orders you sure do want that,” he remarked though he wasn’t sure if it was generally with everyone or just him - it’s not like he knew how the boy responded to others.  He stopped the dance altogether, taking a step away from the man to admire the body without being so close to it, “you might want to think of ways to start showing me you’re interested, and maybe, JUST MAYBE, i’ll let you call me that.”

[terrencewiley]

“ i am looking for wonder within these walls. “ terrence gesticulated at the grey surfaces, all solemn and concrete at first glance but brimmed with marks and scratches - remnants of previous sex sessions. “ can you provide that, mr. thorne ? “ he smirked, that abridged name obviously a way to lure and capture the other man’s attention more. 

[dangrcham-blog]

terrencewiley‌:

terrence basked in the glow, catlike in how he stretched the weight off his limbs. he’d just awoken from a siesta, evident by the ruffled hair and stiff muscles, and the pool seemed like an ideal place to lounge even more. but a voice behind him asked for the sun instead of him. how strange and insulting, he thought, as head tilted at the man. “ i am the only view here, buddy. “ he lowered the dark shades he wore to take a better, brighter look at this individual. “ you don’t need the sun to get some color. just do some strenuous exercises that make your blood rise to the surface — i guarantee that it will give you color. “ 

“ disagreed, there are a couple of guys in the pool, they look pretty good too, boy. ”  he smiled, his eyes going up and down the nearly perfect body.  “ but yeah, you are a very good view… i’d actually love to see it closer. and i’m not really into doing so much exercise, don’t really want to change the shape of my body. you think i should? ”  

[terrencewiley]

“ now you’re just trying to make me feel insulted. careful — you might lose your ‘looking privilege. “ terrence let out a peal of laughter, completely discarding his dark shades. “ no, i don’t think you should. “ his eyes washed over those washboard abs, those sinuous curves. “ you are pretty adequate, buddy. “ 

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

being restrained was a strange feeling — he could feel his own cock throbbing for a release that he couldn’t chase after. yet, terrence obeyed with a hiss and a “ yes sir ” , willing his hips to crash back and regain its vicious, original rhythm. the sound of skin against skin echoed as terrence wiley lost himself to this man, who he couldn’t stop marking. he was engraved into his skin temporarily, in the form of lilac bruises and wine-red patches. he rode him as he would a stallion, a hand combing back his own hair so that it didn’t obscure his vision from watching michael’s face share the same pleasure that coursed through his veins.

Michael’s hands never left the boys hips. He held him down, held him steady, brought him crashing back down onto his cock each time he moved upwards and bounced, like the little whore he was, the little whore that was finally blossoming into compliance. “Yes, Baby. Yes, just like that.” Michael moaned, his pupils dark and blown wide with lust. He reached around Terrence’s body and grabbed handfuls of that little ass and squeezed, fingers digging in until they left bruises as, finally, he moaned loudest of all and came deep inside Terrance’s body. 

[terrencewiley]

the warmth of his seed seemed to burn terrence, like liquid stars buried deep in those innards. slowly, his movements decreased and terrence wiley's pants died, giving way to soft breaths. “ do i get to cum now, daddy? ” he asked into the crook of his neck, feeling the stranger's remnants cascade out.

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

terrence’s skin tingled and he whimpered as that stray finger crept up along his own length, stirring his arousal to highs that he didn’t know existed. his face was scrunched up in hot pleasure, mouth ajar and kissing the crook of michael’s neck — licking the skin clean of sweat, desperate to get a taste of the other. “ i want to. so badly. ” he panted as hip began their subtle motions again, carrying his cock further down the burning and taut paradise. “ but i want you to blow into me first, daddy. ”

Michael smiled up at him. “Oh don’t worry, Baby,” he cooed, his voice a smooth silk. “I will.” He grabbed the silk tie that had bound Terrence’s wrists and instead, wrapped it around the base of his cock, trying it tightly to prevent an orgasm. He leaned up, kissing the boy, stroking back his sweaty hair. “Bounce on Daddy’s dick, Baby Boy.” 

[terrencewiley]

being restrained was a strange feeling — he could feel his own cock throbbing for a release that he couldn't chase after. yet, terrence obeyed with a hiss and a “ yes sir ” , willing his hips to crash back and regain its vicious, original rhythm. the sound of skin against skin echoed as terrence wiley lost himself to this man, who he couldn't stop marking. he was engraved into his skin temporarily, in the form of lilac bruises and wine-red patches. he rode him as he would a stallion, a hand combing back his own hair so that it didn't obscure his vision from watching michael's face share the same pleasure that coursed through his veins.

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌: 

michael’s hands did indeed slow terrence, his movements coming to a strident halt as the man’s cock sheathed itself within him. the pressure was immense and the weight haunted him. terrence’s hands instinctively snaked around the man’s neck whilst their foreheads came to touch, with panting breaths there to fill any space they might have left empty. and he kissed him back too, tongue against tongue, mouth against mouth. terrence wiley never wanted to be ruled, but he would make an exception for this beautiful stranger. “ i feel you. “ he exhaled, panting, and clenched his muscles even further around michael’s cock. “ i feel you so deep within me, so thick and so glorious. “ a stray index finger trailed down the man’s body, drawing patterns on his hard chest and biceps. 

“ you’re so beautiful, daddy. “ 

Michael would have to be careful with this one. He didn’t need anyone making him soft–particularity not before he’d had time to sample all that Haus had to offer. But this boy already had his tensions slipping away, and Michael had hardly had to punish him to do it. He grabbed the silk tie around Terrance’s hands and freed them, giving him a bit more range of motion. “Touch me,” he ordered. “I know you want to feel your Daddy.” He hissed in pleasure as Terrenace tightened around him. “That’s right, Baby Boy. Milk your daddy’s cock.” Michael stroked up Terrance’s hard cock, sliding his thumb over the precum on the tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

[terrencewiley]

terrence's skin tingled and he whimpered as that stray finger crept up along his own length, stirring his arousal to highs that he didn't know existed. his face was scrunched up in hot pleasure, mouth ajar and kissing the crook of michael's neck — licking the skin clean of sweat, desperate to get a taste of the other. “ i want to. so badly. ” he panted as hip began their subtle motions again, carrying his cock further down the burning and taut paradise. “ but i want you to blow into me first, daddy. ”

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

his world whirled, again, and when it stopped, terrence was left gasping in vertigo. but the other’s face grounded him again, that face brimmed with sharp edges and luminescence. he didn’t know that he was kissing the other until the rosy mouth opened over michael’s, tongues in a dance with one another. terrence had clenched so that the feel of the other’s cock never left his innards, and now it was his turn to put in the effort.

he began abruptly, with a speed that rivaled michael’s ruts from earlier. terrence bounced and leaped and chased his own pleasure, riding the length so viciously that he felt his own bones creak from the force of it all. he was on the verge already, the verge of orgasm, but he did not want to lose. he did not want to be the one to reach the limit first because in this race, the finishing line was not the goal they were sprinting towards. 

“ i love it. i love it so much. “ he said in almost incoherent slurs, hands pinned to michael’s chest to balance himself as he proceeded. his entire body rippled with pleasure, thrill, and sweat. 

Michaels’ head fell back against the pillows, and he moaned loudly, enjoying every second of the boy bouncing on top of him. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?” he said, but it was not an insult; his eyes gleamed with pleasure and lust, and something close to fondness. Michael was a hard master, someone known for always getting his way, but he was already developing a soft spot for this boy. “Slow down,” he said, grabbing a hold of the boy’s hips and pulling him down until Michael was balls deep inside him. “Slow down, Baby. Or you’re going to ruin the fun.” 

With that, he grabbed a hold of Terrence’s cock and held it–tight–so the boy wouldn’t be able to cum, even if he was to let himself. “I know you’re an eager litttle slut, but you need to pay attention to Daddy,” he told him. “Come here,” he ushered him closer, making the boy kiss him again. “Feel me so deep inside you. Forcing you open. I’m going to cum inside you, fill you with my seed. Soon. But not yet. I want you to just squeeze down on me. Feel it.” 

[terrencewiley]

michael’s hands did indeed slow terrence, his movements coming to a strident halt as the man’s cock sheathed itself within him. the pressure was immense and the weight haunted him. terrence’s hands instinctively snaked around the man’s neck whilst their foreheads came to touch, with panting breaths there to fill any space they might have left empty. and he kissed him back too, tongue against tongue, mouth against mouth. terrence wiley never wanted to be ruled, but he would make an exception for this beautiful stranger. “ i feel you. “ he exhaled, panting, and clenched his muscles even further around michael’s cock. “ i feel you so deep within me, so thick and so glorious. “ a stray index finger trailed down the man’s body, drawing patterns on his hard chest and biceps. 

“ you’re so beautiful, daddy. “ 

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

the vibrations spread throughout terrence’s physique, jingling every muscle that he had. ripples made his ass bounce — the flesh ecstatic and the pressure overwhelming. they were animals and it was evident in the way their bodies asked for each other, clenched around each other. soon, a symphony of creaking metals came from the bed below, the sound of him and this stranger’s passion. terrence moaned even more as the man’s cock drove home, slamming against his special spots. “ oh my- “ he gasped. “ i want to ride you, daddy. i want to s-see your face gasping with pleasure when i jump on you. “ terrence wiley made a plea. the terrence wiley who never asked anyone for anything. 

He was cute, Michael couldn’t deny that. Even with his face buried in the mattress, his ass in the air, being reamed open, Terrence was a cute fuck–but that didn’t make it any less hot. Smling to himself, Michael grabbed the boy by the hips, and as if he weighed nothing, pulled him from his cock and turned him over. Terrence’s hands were still bound, after all. 

Michael laid down on his back, pushing his pants down the rest of the way and kicking them off his ankles and onto the floor. “Come here, Baby,” he cooed, grabbing Terrence’s hips again and tugging him onto his lap. “Come ride, Daddy. Show him how much you love his cock.”

[terrencewiley]

his world whirled, again, and when it stopped, terrence was left gasping in vertigo. but the other’s face grounded him again, that face brimmed with sharp edges and luminescence. he didn’t know that he was kissing the other until the rosy mouth opened over michael’s, tongues in a dance with one another. terrence had clenched so that the feel of the other’s cock never left his innards, and now it was his turn to put in the effort.

he began abruptly, with a speed that rivaled michael’s ruts from earlier. terrence bounced and leaped and chased his own pleasure, riding the length so viciously that he felt his own bones creak from the force of it all. he was on the verge already, the verge of orgasm, but he did not want to lose. he did not want to be the one to reach the limit first because in this race, the finishing line was not the goal they were sprinting towards. 

“ i love it. i love it so much. “ he said in almost incoherent slurs, hands pinned to michael’s chest to balance himself as he proceeded. his entire body rippled with pleasure, thrill, and sweat. 

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

his heartbeats quickened and breath hitched — terrence wiley was gasping for air. that cock indeed had a glorious width that was loosening his hole to something gaping and fitting for the size. “ i l-love it. i love the way it feels. i love the way it hurts. please hurt me. please. ”

“That’s what I thought,” Michael said, squeezing Terrence’s hip even harder as he drove his cock deep inside that hole, feeling it spread open for him, feeling it squeeze him and milk him. He started up a hard and forceful pace, holding Terrence’s throat and hip for leverage as he rutted into him like an animal in heat, chasing his own pleasure at the expense of Terrence’s body. 

[terrencewiley]

the vibrations spread throughout terrence’s physique, jingling every muscle that he had. ripples made his ass bounce — the flesh ecstatic and the pressure overwhelming. they were animals and it was evident in the way their bodies asked for each other, clenched around each other. soon, a symphony of creaking metals came from the bed below, the sound of him and this stranger’s passion. terrence moaned even more as the man’s cock drove home, slamming against his special spots. “ oh my- “ he gasped. “ i want to ride you, daddy. i want to s-see your face gasping with pleasure when i jump on you. “ terrence wiley made a plea. the terrence wiley who never asked anyone for anything. 

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

terrence’s world seemed to dissolve before his eyes as he came crashing down. now, all he knew was the pressure between his two cheeks, peach-like in how they were curved. all he knew was this stranger’s hands, wrapped around his pretty throat as his cock made an invasion. his muscles clenched, enhancing the tightness even more, whilst terrence moaned aloud, burying his own face into the duvets below them. but, after moments of adjusting, he was desperate to meet that beast, hips buckling to and fro in a rhythmic motion.

Michael moaned as the boy clenched around him. He was like a vice, squeezing his cock–almost too tight to be believed. “That’s a good little whore,” Michael cooed, holding Terrenc’s throat with one hand, and now his hip with the other, his grip strong and bruising. “Tell Daddy how much you love being fucked open like the little slut you are, Boy.”

[terrencewiley]

his heartbeats quickened and breath hitched — terrence wiley was gasping for air. that cock indeed had a glorious width that was loosening his hole to something gaping and fitting for the size. “ i l-love it. i love the way it feels. i love the way it hurts. please hurt me. please. ”

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

the other’s movements were quick and ferocious — he reminded terrence of a starving jaguar. and he was his prey. terrence’s eyes flickered up at the other, excitement making them sparkle like diamonds. “ please? ” he said. “ i want daddy’s cock in me, making me feel nothing but him. that thick … ” eyes wandered down to the other’s member. “ that thick beast inside me. ”

This one was cute–Michael would give him that. When he looked back at him, his ass up in the air, his hands bound, he looked like a toy on Christmas morning, and those eyes were so charming, Michael had to lean forward and kiss him. But that was all the softness he showed. As soon as he pulled away, he grabbed Terrence by the throat and shoved his face into the mattress. Holding him down with one hand, he used the other to guide his cock toward Terrence’s hole and pushed straight in, moaning as he forced it past the muscle’s residence. Terrence hadn’t been lying; he was very tight. 

[terrencewiley]

terrence's world seemed to dissolve before his eyes as he came crashing down. now, all he knew was the pressure between his two cheeks, peach-like in how they were curved. all he knew was this stranger's hands, wrapped around his pretty throat as his cock made an invasion. his muscles clenched, enhancing the tightness even more, whilst terrence moaned aloud, burying his own face into the duvets below them. but, after moments of adjusting, he was desperate to meet that beast, hips buckling to and fro in a rhythmic motion.

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

the pleasure came in washes and threatened to drown terrence. but, he would be strong for his own sake. he wouldn’t lose, just conquer. nails sank into the bedsheets as the other spoke, and his muscles clenched. “ i love it, daddy. ” he panted, slightly breathless. “ i am ready — ready for more. ”

“Good boy,” Michael praised, kissing the back of Terrence’s neck. He pulled out his fingers. He’d decided to take Terrence on his word; he was not interested in prepping him any more. Pushing Terrence down onto the mattress, he pulled up that plump ass just a little higher, and pulled out his own cock, teasing it against the boy’s hole. “Beg for it,” he ordered. 

[terrencewiley]

the other's movements were quick and ferocious — he reminded terrence of a starving jaguar. and he was his prey. terrence's eyes flickered up at the other, excitement making them sparkle like diamonds. “ please? ” he said. “ i want daddy's cock in me, making me feel nothing but him. that thick ... ” eyes wandered down to the other's member. “ that thick beast inside me. ”

[yesmastermichael-deactivated201]

terrencewiley‌:

the slaps and the agony were eye-opening for Terrence but those fingers — it made the boy arch up even more, the gasp and the hiss caught in his throat erupting as a mix of both. “ oh, god– ” he panted, even though the exhaustion has yet to begin. terrence was eager. his rosy ring of muscles tightened around those fingers, as if tantalizing them to bury themselves inward even further.

Michael grinned, running one hand up Terrenc’s arching back, feeling every curve of his spine, while with the other hand, he pushed those two fingers in and out, in and out. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked. “You like being a little whore. Like a bigger, stronger man pushing you down and taking what’s his?”

[terrencewiley]

the pleasure came in washes and threatened to drown terrence. but, he would be strong for his own sake. he wouldn't lose, just conquer. nails sank into the bedsheets as the other spoke, and his muscles clenched. “ i love it, daddy. ” he panted, slightly breathless. “ i am ready — ready for more. ”