Furrow

8. Animal Magnetism

[thatknockonthedoor]

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[olivetteinlace]

Whether or not redacted men are eaters!

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

[cudavianka]

SO

I might have lied. Last SamxDavid was not a one night stand. It happened again hehe

MDNI nsfw content below the cut

The second time barely differed from the first one. Everything started the same. One of them needed help, and the second could provide it.

Leaking sink. Or basin, as it turned out. In the bathroom upstairs, right next to the master bedroom, as Sam peeked through the cracked open door, bed made with military precision. David never sparked him as someone who would fit in a uniform of any sorts, but he had his sense of neatness and order that had to be admired. Even if only due to the dedication, which he always held up high, just like the rank of being an Alpha.

When he called him, Sam was out of the house. Some business, he said, one he would quickly finish in order to come by right after coming home. And he did, not even bothering to changing clothes or anything, going straight over to David's, keeping his promise.

As he knelt under the sink, a heavy wrench held in hand, bead of sweat on his temple while he tried to tighten the bolt, David could only stare, fingers playing with the rim of the cowboy hat which was put aside after stepping into the room.

Sam really was a man of a principle.

"There...it goes." his grunt made David squirm, stepping from one leg to another, deep exhale entering his lungs, eyelashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. Only for a moment, though, to not lose the precious sight in front of him.

"Should be fine now." To prove his words, he turned the tap on, water pouring in a steady stream, no visible leakage from the pipes. Washing his hands, long fingers massaging the soap suds into the skin thoroughly had David clear his throat. Those hands, so steady while his failed, sturdy enough to do what he couldn't.

"Thanks. I owe you big time."

"Don't mention it."

When Sam turned around to reach for a towel, a fleeting glance in the mirror settled on David fumbling with the hat, trying it on, smoothing the lone strands of hair on the side of his head that peeked underneath the rim. He raised his eyebrows, the process of drying hands suddenly slowed down, unnecessary and forgotten. But nothing was said out loud.

He only took a spot, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub, arms crossed on his chest, a shadow of a smile on his lips.

"Do you think you could check out...the downstairs one..." David's voice died down, slight tinge of shameful pink on his nose, when he saw Sam's stare on him, hand quickly reaching to take the hat off.

"Leave it." an order. Spoken in a tone so low that it didn't suit him at all, considering he was screaming the other one's name not even a week ago.

"Why?"

"It suits you."

"Does it?" Only a hum in response. In the same deep growl, one that made the man shudder. What was he thinking?

"Tell me pup..." Sam started speaking again, rolling his shoulders a bit, a flash of something greedy in his silver-red eyes. Greedy for something that David's mouth grew so wet for, saliva and heat pooling on his tongue and at the very bottom of his stomach.

"Do you know the rule?"

"What rule?"

"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy?" he didn't sound surprised at all. The heat grew into something worse, jeans suddenly strained.

"You really ought to be more careful with what you do, David." he almost sounded like he was chastising him, tone no longer teasing in a way he expected him to sound like. Entitled, like he saw right through him. And that, he did.

"Because, you see," Sam's tongue clicked in disapproval, maybe even disappointment. And David shuddered at the sound, his palms growing sweaty.

"Nothing was broken, as those things don't break so easily, not on the newly bought armature. And even if it did, you'd replace it on the warranty."

The room turned warmer. By few good degrees, at least.

"But you messed it up on purpose, didn't you? And called me to come over to check it out while you shamelessly stared at my ass the whole time, thinking I didn't notice a thing."

The vampire scoffed at his silence.

"It's almost like you planned the whole thing."

"Maybe I did." spoken too boldly, it only made Sam chuckle.

"Prove it."

David didn't need to be told twice to do something, always listening, always obedient.. That's how he was brought up, listen and respect what is being asked of you, especially when it's asked by someone older. Although the man in front of him did not look a day past 30, he was towering over him not only in age but also in height.

David was kneeling, right in front of him, on the small bathroom mat, hat still on, tipping slightly over his eyes.

Sam lifted the edge gently, one hand cupping his cheek, fingertips grazing the faint stubble, inching behind his ear painfully slow, tracing the jawline until he earned a short lived and embarrassing yip, quickly covered up by a cough.

"Give me one more sugar. Don't be so shy now." Another scratch made him pant, mouth opening, heavy tongue rolling out right onto the unzipped trousers, only the thin and strained cotton between him and what he wanted to get. To earn.

"Don't fight what's natural for you. I know you liked it." he did. So he whimpered again to please him, feeling the gentle stroke against the shell of his ear.

He was eager, almost too eager, much to Sam's surprise. He always took him as the dominant one, the one to take up the control and bark the orders, yet as his hand held him by the neck, pushing down gently, usually stiff shoulders suddenly lax and limp at the grip, he couldn't help but pride himself in taming the beast. In turning it into a mere lap dog.

The one who huffed and gagged on his cock, nose pressing into the pelvic bone so hard it could break, and the older man grunted above him, head thrown backwards at the pleasant warmth his mouth offered, senses tingling just enough.

"Calm...down, puppy." The effort doubled down instead of easing, hands bracing themselves on Sam's thick thighs, rim of the hat poking him in the stomach. The vampire hissed, a sudden graze of something sharp pulling him out of the heads pace that drowned in bliss, flash of pain making him arch right into the other one's throat, hitting a soft spot there.

"Your fangs, fuck, David." feeling them sharpening, he tugged him by the neck again, making him whine like a dog would, tongue swirling around, the sweetest of tortures. He pulled him off as abruptly as their situationship started, hand holding the alpha by his jaw, pointer wiping at the panting mouth, saliva making it glisten in the sunlight.

The menace who still knelt so still only smiled in return, hat tilted backwards to show his face fully from underneath the hat. One, teasingly slow lap of his tongue on the weeping tip that begged for release, and Sam could swear that he had never felt more tempted to shove him back on it, just like he did with him the previous time.

"Like a dog with a bone. Won't be done with it until it's licked clean, huh?"

He swore he could imagine the tail wagging.

[asherblueedition]

MAAM Nsft mdni

tw: horror movies

they're freaks

Corvus, drunk off of energy after a group date of the scariest movies they could find, his hair a mess and he's breathing heavily as Lincoln massages his head and horns with Theo and Dreamer laying on his lap and he is going feral. Before they know it, hands are on waists and clothes are thrown away. None of them know who started it and none of them really care. The movie continues playing but it's only background noise as the group melts to Corvus's whimpered pleas and the sound of skin on skin

Lincoln changes Theo's gravity to calm him from his racing thoughts as they make out on the couch for hours

Dreamer and Theo working in the research computer room late into the night (Theo has a pass) and spending a liiiiiittle too much time in the utility closet

Corvus and Dreamer spending an entire day learning and exploring and memorizing each other until they are both blissed out puddles

Lincoln on his back being straddled as Dreamer leaves bruises and kisses all over his neck and collarbones. Dreamer pins his hands above his head and he goes completely lax as they work out all of his pent up nervousness

Theo, Corvus, and Lincoln doing homework together until they all somehow end up against a wall, Theo on his knees, enthusiastically giving distraction from the study material plaguing the living room

[domwitch2]

Monster boy x human woman where the males have complex courting rituals to prove their worthiness to potential partners. He starts nesting, building a soft, inviting cocoon for her when she visits. He hunts larger and fiercer prey to prove he can feed her. He fluffs up his fur and grooms himself to make sure he looks his best for her. When she comes over, he flops onto his back and exposes his tummy to show his submission and let her mount him, but she pats his belly instead, which leaves him frustrated. He's never met a woman who doesn't immediately takes what she wants, so why isn't she taking him??? He's trying sooo hard to show that he's fertile and willing, and she's clearly into him given the way she flushes when he purrs in her lap, so why isn't she mounting him already????

[domwitch2]

Bonus points if the monsters have sexual dimorphism where the females are bigger and stronger than the males, but males are still much larger than humans. He thinks the reason his human gf isn't taking charge is bc of his size, so he makes sure to crouch down or flop onto the ground so he's face-to-face or below her, in hopes she'll get the message. This just leads her to think he wants to cuddle. She's more than happy to scritch his belly and under his chin until she notices that he's been rock hard the whole time.

[thatknockonthedoor]

🔞 Shitpost

Ok, that’s it. *Puts Porter in a spreader bar and

[damnbtway]

theo's story is yet another trans redacted allegory

his experience growing up being taught and told all about being something else — how the vampire system works, how they're expected to act and talk around others, how vampires move through life — with no question at all on whether or not this actually applies to him... yeah

it gets worse when he talks about how he still hasn't told his parents that he doesn't wanna turn. he's dropped hints, things like taking his shifting classes seriously and emphasizing his love for his falcon form every chance that he gets, but they don't get it. they've never even considered an alternative to the person he was assigned to be at (basically) birth

and now he's stuck in this liminal space where they keep asking when he's going to finally start presenting as who they expect him to be and he keeps pushing it back because he can't and the only person who he trusts to know about this internal struggle is a friendly acquaintance at best

it’s soooooo “trans dude who just says he’s a tomboy as a kid and progressively starts dressing and presenting more and more masculine and rejecting what is normally associated with being a woman and starts ripping his hair out because his family is so against the idea that he’s not a girl that he can’t even attempt to let them down slowly” to me

like idk if erik is doing this on purpose but considering his own queerness it's not off the table and it makes redacted audio so fun to interact with sometimes. my brother (theo) just another me fr

[emobirthdaycake]

Theo being the first character posted during pride month did make me giggle a little. I love my bird

[a-dreamer-and-a-believer]

I've said it before and I'll say it again, Theo's struggle with being a shifter and the choices he has to make are a fascinating allegory for being trans in the current political and social environment, which I don't think Erik intended, but is still super fun and interesting to consider from an analysis standpoint. Do you choose to live as your authentic and whole self even if it puts you at greater risk and also has the potential to create a rift between you and your family? Or do you choose to conform to a pre-existing social order that you don't even agree with, in order to increase your chances at survival, but at the deep cost of your fundamental, authentic sense of self?

[polymaamory]

A little sad seeing some people leave Theo out of the MAAM polycule. MAAM poly is four!!!

[ryukawa29]

Lasko and ‘Dear’

More stuff as a treat

[cudavianka]

redacted crackship anyone? no?

not even SamxDavid?

NSFW content below the cut mdni thing got heated very quickly

(I maybe regret a little please don't stone me for that :)))

"Oh, f-fuck." The stutter that left his lips as his hips were lifted and slammed back down only made the other man chuckle, free hand brushing back the hair, sweat causing them to stick to his forehead.

"There's that foul mouth." Another thrust caught him off guard, the attention already dwindling, barely focusing on anything but the fiery burn between his legs, chaffing thighs already sore, muscles clenching from waist down below.

"Shhh, cowboy, you're doing so well for me…"

Was he?

It started earlier in the day. His car, the truck loved beyond its usefulness, broke down with one last stutter of the engine, spurt of the black smoke leaving his exhaust, and that was it. No amount of turning the key in the ignition changed the outcome. The car was dead.

Sam was good at things. He liked to believe himself as a handyman, teenage years teaching him the hard and honest work that was supposed to straighten his ways and make him a reliable man of the household. Leaking sink? He was on his knees, a wrench in his hand. Broken or loose lock? Screwdriver and few minutes of tinkering and everything was fine. Building a shed from scratch? No sweat.

But knowing anything about the monstrosity under the hood of his car? That, was beyond his mind, nothing left to do but to call a mechanic and tow the machine into his garage. Or maybe to a dump, judging by how old it was.

Said mechanic didn't pick up. When he finally did, after getting bombarded by the impatient and frustrated man, he told him to call in the next week instead, his schedule full. And between ending the call and spewing a string of profane curses out in his porch, a familiar tone over the fence called his name.

"Need a hand?" more than one probably, but he would take the two biceps over his self-pity and wallowing.

But his pride wouldn't let him ask so openly about it.

David was less worried about the pride or offended ego, already opening the gate to his house. Living in the neighbourhood was a useful thing, he had to admit.

"Is there even a point? I think it reached its final moment." he mumbled, arms crossed on his chest when the man took a peek.

He said something, and Sam no longer could pretend he understood or knew what was happening, knowledge lost on him. Black magic, but David seemed more than well versed in the cylinders and whatever else was there.

"I've fixed worse. You have a toolbox or should I go get mine?"

Of course he had one. He was a man of the house.

The sweltering heat was unbearable as he watched him work from the shadow spot near his driveway, gravel crunching underneath David's shoes as he hummed to himself, muscles straining the rolled up sleeves, some grease staining the skin in dark splotches. It's been some time already, and even if he was stubborn enough to fix everything, Sam felt bad.

"You thirsty?"

"Don't trouble yourself. I'm almost finished."

And what did it change? He hated being idle while someone else was working.

Glass of lemonade. Chilled, straight from the fridge given to him with a mumbled and almost shy "here" and David drank it greedily, some of the juice dripping down his chin and onto the shirt, same hand that was just deep in the engine now wiping his mouth, lips pursing and glistening with the drink. Sam took the glass back, his own palm pressing right over when he held it, his own mouth growing dry at the sight, desperate for a drink too.

When he finished, he wiped his arms against his jeans, pleased smile on his face, work done, and car working.

When he turned the key and the old engine roared to life, Sam was inclined to thank him way more than profusely.

That's how they ended up on the ratty couch in the back of his garage. David refused every form of payment Sam offered, saying it was just a neighbourly favour. Sam refused to let him go empty-handed, everything that was forcefully put into his mind as he grew up reeling at the possibility of not returning the gratitude in any way. He was taught better, and he was set on following the order he knew.

Now, David had his hands full of his ass, fingers digging into the flesh, guiding the steady motion into a staccato against his lap, body half sitting as the old springs creaked under their shared weight.

"Taking me so well, who could have thought." The teasing never ended, be it words, fleeting touches that lingered close but not close enough to the heat that emanated from between his thighs, chest heaving as his breath hitched, another depth reached. David only chuckled.

"Maybe we should help each other more often. Southern hospitality starts to grow on me."

Sam only panted, mouth shut close to muffle the obscenities that would surely spew, any smart comments lost on him some time ago, between kisses tinged with saliva, bitterness of the lemon and teeth clashing against each other. Messy, rushed and beyond desperate to get off the heat of outside and into a different, even hotter one.

"Come on, cowboy, let me hear you a little."

The pornographic moan that left his vocal cords would put anybody to shame. His hands moved on their own, placed against David's chest, shirt still on, only few buttons undone to reveal the skin and hair underneath. His nails scraped, not enough to leave a mark, the broad chest more than perfect to scar it.

"Mhm, that's it. That's it." he sped up the pace, just a little, just to catch the man on top of him off guard, body slumping forward, forehead almost hitting the backrest of the sofa, of it wasn't for David's shoulders.

He was big. Muscly big, working out and well eating big, the bulk suiting him like lemonade suits a hot day and Sam has never felt more thirsty in his life, saliva dripping from his mouth as he lapped on the exposed skin, messy and sloppy kisses tracing anything that could have been touched by him, gold of the necklace around David's neck getting in the way, making him whine weakly, mind completely and utterly gone. Empty.

Quiet. Beside the repeated mantra of David, please and too much despite being not enough at the same time.

Strong enough, he picked him up so effortlessly that Sam melted into the touch again, only to ease him down again, burn of the stretch going straight to his shaking legs, muscles cramping. But he still kept going, chasing the high that came from David's endless praise and reassurances that he was doing so good.

"Can feel you getting closer, cowboy. Is the ride too much?"

"Please."

"What do you need, sugar?" the fucker said it on purpose, Sam knew. His mind knew, but it was drowning in the pleasure that began to overflow, every inch and thread of his body on David's mercy.

"P-please…p-lease l-let me…" he mumbled, every syllable punched out of him, slap of skin against skin making him slowly see stars right in front of his eyes instead high in the sky. He doubted he would even have the strength to look up at this point.

"Of course, cowboy. Show me."

And show he did, untouched cock spurting in uneven twitches, every single one making him whine and moan as David's hand began to gently stroke the tip, fingers turning sticky with the amount that shot out of him, still not stopping.

Overstimulation and one hazy "too much" later, his hands, the same ones who kept making him bounce on him, gently pulled him down, head cradled against the slightly calloused palm, still softer than silk or the cotton of Sam's flannel, hastily taken off and laying somewhere on the ground, torso only in the white undershirt, tank top embracing his own muscly physique.

He was thicker than David, flesh softer around the edges, cosy layer of pudge on his lower stomach not discouraging the other man who easily manhandled him onto his lap, jeans pulled down in one swift move. If he wasn't floating so high in the clouds, he would wish to be thrown over his shoulder, carried back to the back seat of his truck and be fucked again, until his mouth only could speak his name and brain only focused on the outline that bullied his prostrate with every single hit.

"Shh, I have you." he did, he felt it, with how his arms embraced him gently despite his rough demeanour.

"A real cowboy, huh?" between the strokes against his face and whispers of comfort, David took a look around the garage, his eyes stopping at the hat sticking out of a carton box of things unused, a very characteristic shape making him smirk, devilish plan already forming in his Sam-focused mind.

The man curled up on his chest, breathing shakily and grabbing at him for purchase, eyes closed as he simply nuzzled into the soft of his chest, hummed in agreement, the teasing tone escaping him fully.

"Next time, you're wearing it."

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happy pride

[ineedtheesleep]

Itchy 😖

Inspired by me, who got eaten alive by mosquitoes last night cuz I forgot bug spray. Sighhhhhhh

[thatknockonthedoor]

MAAM Crew having a sleepover and giggling while wrapping Corvus up like a burrito in a heated blanket. They all lie around (and on top of) him as they slowly fall asleep, watching pirated movies in Theo’s apartment <3

[dannydoesthisthing27]

"starlight~"

"starlight please..."

His voice was starting rasp at this point. He lost track of the amount of times their lips graced his skin and left their mark upon him. His need bleeding into the gentle whispers and pleas he willingly gives up to them. Their hands guiding him through the waves of pleasure and ecstasy that he only feels because of them. His voice breaks and cracks as their mouth trails down his stomach once again, their prize laying bare before them like jewels on a silver platter served to a royal

"starlight I'm begging you-"

The smirk playing across their lips when he cuts himself off with a ragged moan positively sinful as they finally take him into their mouth and sink down to the base. Aviors back arching into a delightful curve as he throws his head back in pure mind numbing pleasure. His mouth fallen open in a silent scream of pleasure as his hands curl into fists clutching the bedsheets

"oh my avior~ you're doing so well for me love"

Is the last thing he hears before his vision hazes and his ears start ringing from the intensity of their pleasure echoing through his threads

A full feeling in his stomach settling in between the heat lancing across his whole body with their hands on him. His mind slowing down enough that they can feel the time it's taking him to respond to their teasing questions increasing

All of their combined emotions crashing into each other in an inferno of desire, lust, and immense care for one another even in their most primal moments together. In Aviors moment of blissful haze and mental white noise drowning out all other distractions that could pull him from his Starlight he cries out his devotion to them in a way that makes them shiver with delight every time

"Oh Starlight- oh gods above and below I love you~ I love you so much, please don't stop...please.. please I need you to be closer- gods starlight please"

His voice after the torment they put him through ragged and raw and breathless

But so utterly entranced by them and their feelings, just like he always has been. Since the moment they met and he knew them only as the human that persisted

[thatknockonthedoor]

🔞 nsft Lasko & Dear hcs under cut <3

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•Lasko wants to try being more bratty but is too nervous (shocker) to just ask. His head spins at the thought of Dear putting him in his place. He fantasizes about them being out of town for the week so that he can tease them with nudes and shameless video calls. They'll walk through the open door and immediately have their way with him: dragging him to their office desk by his hair, bending him over, and degrading him for how much trouble he's caused them. Even just the thought of it is motivation enough for him to build up the courage.

•Rope bunny Lasko, sure, but why not rope bunny Dear? Dear telling Lasko exactly how they want to be tied up: their arms tied together above their head, and their legs spread, tied open to the bedposts. They describe where he puts his hands, and how he needs to work them. They dictate how he moves his tongue and how much of them he gets to taste. They tell him how deep and how hard he's allowed to thrust inside them. Every part of it is still in their control, despite the ropes holding them down.

•Ever since Lasko's (accidental) admission to having somewhat of a humiliation kink, Dear has taken it upon themselves to see just how much he actually enjoys being embarrassed by them. It started out small, teasing him for easily getting flustered and giggling when he starts to get close: "Really? I haven't even put my mouth on you yet, baby." They love to give him pretty lingerie (both men's and women's) to try on in front of them. Their favorite way to humiliate him, though, is to take compromising pictures of him (especially if he's already in the lingerie) and send them to him throughout the day, mainly when he’s at work. Knowing they have those photos of him and that they could potentially be seen by anyone (god forbid Gavin) makes his stomach flip.

•Dear loves sneaking up on Lasko in the shower. He looks so beautiful with wet hair and soap running down his body; they just can't help it. They'll pull back the curtain slowly, watch him stutter and fumble to cover himself, and then languidly strip so they can finally step in. The feeling of their element all around both of them makes their senses tingle, and the want that fills the air between them when they wash the soap off each other has them both panting. It takes everything in them not to give in and just push him into them with their back pressed against the tile.

----Extras----

•Lasko doesn’t have any tattoos, but he has considered getting an “Ask First” tattoo in Dear’s handwriting on his inner thigh.

[thatknockonthedoor]

🔞 nsft Lasko & Dear hcs under cut <3

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•Lasko wants to try being more bratty but is too nervous (shocker) to just ask. His head spins at the thought of Dear putting him in his place. He fantasizes about them being out of town for the week so that he can tease them with nudes and shameless video calls. They'll walk through the open door and immediately have their way with him: dragging him to their office desk by his hair, bending him over, and degrading him for how much trouble he's caused them. Even just the thought of it is motivation enough for him to build up the courage.

•Rope bunny Lasko, sure, but why not rope bunny Dear? Dear telling Lasko exactly how they want to be tied up: their arms tied together above their head, and their legs spread, tied open to the bedposts. They describe where he puts his hands, and how he needs to work them. They dictate how he moves his tongue and how much of them he gets to taste. They tell him how deep and how hard he's allowed to thrust inside them. Every part of it is still in their control, despite the ropes holding them down.

•Ever since Lasko's (accidental) admission to having somewhat of a humiliation kink, Dear has taken it upon themselves to see just how much he actually enjoys being embarrassed by them. It started out small, teasing him for easily getting flustered and giggling when he starts to get close: "Really? I haven't even put my mouth on you yet, baby." They love to give him pretty lingerie (both men's and women's) to try on in front of them. Their favorite way to humiliate him, though, is to take compromising pictures of him (especially if he's already in the lingerie) and send them to him throughout the day, mainly when he’s at work. Knowing they have those photos of him and that they could potentially be seen by anyone (god forbid Gavin) makes his stomach flip.

•Dear loves sneaking up on Lasko in the shower. He looks so beautiful with wet hair and soap running down his body; they just can't help it. They'll pull back the curtain slowly, watch him stutter and fumble to cover himself, and then languidly strip so they can finally step in. The feeling of their element all around both of them makes their senses tingle, and the want that fills the air between them when they wash the soap off each other has them both panting. It takes everything in them not to give in and just push him into them with their back pressed against the tile.

----Extras----

•Lasko doesn’t have any tattoos, but he has considered getting an “Ask First” tattoo in Dear’s handwriting on his inner thigh.