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My, what big teeth you have...
the man did have a point. if they were going to be stuck on some random island, they might as well occupy themselves. sex was something that enzi was always good at.
so, as he looked at samuel, he moved his left thumb up to the man's mouth, slipping it inside.
"i guess there's no better way unless we try to get out of here. hope you can handle me."
there's not a world, pellar's town or the pride lands, where scar took it easy on his partners. he started to grind his hips up when he felt the hand on his bulge.
"we seem to share similar interests then. although, i can't lie and say i'm not thinking about how you'd look like sprawled out on the floor, my thighs wrapped around your head while you choke on my cock." which was throbbing in anticipation.
Sam takes the digit willingly into his mouth, sucking on it gently at first, teasing it like he wants to do to Scar's cock.
His hand rubs the bulge, riding the rolling of the hips. He undoes the button and pulls down the zipper, the metal sound almost as loud as the fire behind Sam or the forest around them.
"Sounds like you treated your lovers well," Sam says, reaching in to pull out the cock. He feels it throbbing hot and heavy in his hand and he can't deny he moans at the sight. Sam doesn't give up his hole often so the men he does have to be extraordinary to him and so far Scar is not disappointing.
in their opinion, being called old was a compliment. in that moment, they realized that wasn't always the case though.
"you sure about that? i happen to like old people, maybe i was being nice."
he stuck out his tongue at the same time that he jumped a little at the pinch.
although, that wasn't enough to make devlin push away from samuel. he was still walking close to the other. a part of them began to wonder how similar the two of them were. if they got their magic from darkness.
for now, since he wasn't going to get those answers any time soon, he just nodded at the explanation of where his immortality came from.
"is it bad that's kinda hot? knowing that you connected tot he darkness means you might be capable of so many other things." which brought another grin to their lips.
Sam rolls his eyes fondly. Classic Devlin. Able to talk his way out even the dumbest faux pas. Effectiveness may vary but Sam is too fond of Devlik to really hold it against him.
Sam moves his gaze ahead them, trying not to let his smirk be obvious. But how could he when Devlin keeps surprising him?
"Does my darkness turn you on, old cat? Does it make you want a repeat of our last meeting?"
Sam moves his hand back down to Devlin's ass, though this time, he slips it inside to finger at Devlin's crack.
no matter how much he was teasing conan's body, it wasn't enough to fully distract the man. lisandro still felt him working up his length, which was a good thing. he had been leaking some pre-cum into his mouth for a while now.
"don't worry, i'll show you later. right now i need to show you how else i can please someone." determined to prove that pirates knew what they were doing.
the captain shoved his tongue as deep inside as it could go. with the tip, he started to press up against conan's prostate and circle it around. his left hand continued to pump his shaft as well, finally speeding up the movements of his curled fist.
Conan lays his face on the captain, panting and whining at the stimulation. He does tongue and mouth at the shaft, following the line of veins on it.
"Careful, captain," he says, arching his back as the hand on his dick speeds up. "If you keep this up I'll be cumming before you're even really in me."
He's trying to keep it together, feeling a rising heat in his lower abdomen. He's almost tempted to cum now and beg to still get fucked five ways to Sunday. He'll shoot blanks so long as he's on this man's cock.
He pouts some not letting disappointment play on his features altogether. Remaining sweet and in the moment with Sam. Enjoying the way his face was kissed so tenderly. Warmth and intimacy never really ever granted to him in the midst of all his early adult years. He wondered how best to reciprocate it to the older man. Genuinely, as he was a virgin who only had the internet, others stories, and his imagination for any means of reference. So he let curiosity and Sam's encouragement guide him.
The pride land prince cupped and palmed at the growing fullness in Sam's suit pants. Particularly pronounced canines visible as Kovu's lips parted slightly in true astonishment of the sight before him. Palming and cupping continued on for a short while until he gave the thing a testing squeeze. Eyes studying Samuel's face for the first time since he was given permission to touch. " Did i cause this?" He couldn't help but ask as both hands now reached up to undo the older man's belt and fly. His breathing had gotten heavier and Wesley couldn't deny the way his own cock was beginning to stir in his gym shorts.
Once he undid Sam's pants completely he sat back on his heels once more. Big eyes still filled with lust and want looking into the Voodoo man's as he shamelessly adjusted himself before being good and asking.
" Permission to touch you somemore, Sir?" Another kiss would be nice too. But Wesley figured he'd skip it for now. Not wanting to seem greedy or too easily attached.
Sam watches with interest at the hesitant but smooth movements. The way he palms and rubs, like he's learning something for the first time. Oh to be Wesley's first...
But tonight's not the night for that. There's much work to be done. But he can leave the boy wanting more, can't he?
"This is all you, kitten," Sam says, and it is true. Having the boy want him like this, willing to defer to his whims like this. It's the tip of the iceberg of Sam's desires.
He considers the second question before placing the mug down.
"Not yet. Stand up."
He helps Wesley to his feet and backs him up so that he leans back against the island's counter. Sam expertly undoes Wesley's own button and zipper. One hand slides in to grab Wesley, while the other slips into his own. He pulls them both out then takes both into one hand.
"Now you may," he says, then let's out a long string of spit down over their cocks.
while he could have fully given in and sunk back on the tree, he didn't. instead, enzi pushed himself forward, wrapping a hand around samuel's neck as he kissed him back.
not necessarily a fight for power and dominance, but enough force that he made his intentions and wants quite clear. he wasn't letting this happen. he wanted it.
then, the rip came. enzi moved his hand to the man's throat, pushing him back a bit as he looked at him. "someone's ear, huh?" he leaned back on the chair as he looked at samuel. "you gonna stop at my shirt or keep going?"
Sam gasps at the hand on his throat. Normally, he's the one doing that, but he supposes he shouldn't be that surprised. A king like this would definitely like that type of control.
He leans back and smiles at Scar, taking in the scene of his wide chest now on display.
"Very eager," he agrees. "What better way to spend a night lost on a mysterious island?"
He runs his hands down the body to where the pants are starting to strain from the pressure of the sizable bulge. Sam bites his lip, still watching Scar's face.
"I like choking too," he admits as he slides a hand down into the opened pants to grope the cock inside. "There's just something about taking someone's life into your literal hands."
not an old soul, just an old person? devlin seemed even more intrigued than before, his smile growing wider and wider. they knew that they were also old. not due to some mystical form of rebirth, simply by existing for a long time.
then, his eyes move around to the darkness that follows them. fascinating. "an old man then? maybe i should be with someone more age appropriate." they chuckled, forgetting how old they were at that rate.
"immortality? that's quite a gift. i'm sure many people envy you, even the lost souls." devlin's voice was lower, almost like they knew not everyone could be privy to this discussion. "i don't know if i'm immortal myself, but i'm older than i look. how did you find your own immortality?"
Sam only mildly scowls at being called old. He's used to Devlin's lack of filter so he can laugh with him.
"Careful, I may be old, but I can still show that cute ass of yours who's in charge."
He pinches Devlin's ass to make his point.
He doesn't know how many people envy him for his immortality. The power he used to achieve it, possibly but his long life is something he felt was necessary to achieve his desires.
He tilts his head, curious if Devlin is older or he's just slipping through his strange thoughts as usual.
"I connected to the darkness lurking in the natural world I live in," Sam explains. Vague enough that no one can really replicate it but still offering some explanation.
the clenching when his hook presses up against the cheek isn't surprising. while lisandro felt like he hasn't had sex in ages with that appendage, it came back like muscle memory. he tried to push his tongue further inside his hole, curling it inside when he managed to slid it inside again.
his left hand continued to play with his cock, stroking it slowly. his thumb moved up to the tip so that he could swirl it around, pressing it down slightly.
then his mouth pulled away long enough for him to get to reply to him. "i can get up to a lot of trouble with this nifty thing. it's good at teasing someone's nipple."
The way the captain is working him has Conan's toes curling. His dick throbbing in his hand and his hole relaxing around the tongue in him, he groans, lowering himself back down to lick the shaft.
"I'll definitely need a demonstration," Conan says. "Later, when you're not tonguing my ass like tha-Oh fuck! Right there."
He doesn't know how the captain's tongue had found his prostate that easy but he doesn't care. It has him leaking precum onto the man's chest. He squeezes the man's dick.
open: everyone location: coffee shop
The rush had finally died down. Freddie let out a slow breath before taking a drink of water as his coworker told him they were heading out for the day. It would probably stay quiet until closing, leaving him alone for the rest of the shift. Figuring he might as well make the most of the downtime, he decided to get a head start on cleaning. The shop wasn't particularly messy, but taking care of it now would make the rest of the night a lot easier.
He grabbed a rag and started wiping down the tables, quietly humming along to the music drifting through the café. The chime above the door rang, announcing a customer. He finished wiping the table in front of him, wanting to leave a few clean ones available in case they decided to stay and eat. "I'll be right with you," he called, setting the rag aside before slipping behind the counter with an easy smile. "What can I get for you today?" he asked.
Their bakery being next door to the coffee shop means a lot of good things. One of which is that both shops essentially have the same rush hours since most of their customers go from one to the other for their morning needs. So Conan knows the shop is slow now before he has to start his afternoon deliveries. Which leads to the second good thing: easy access to caffeine. Between early mornings for baking, and late nights for his various vices, Conan's sleep schedule looks more like a group of elementary school kids playing double dutch at recess.
So the various coffees, matcha's and who knows what else is a must.
The third good thing is of course the cute barista that greets Conan as he walks in. Conan grins and gives Freddie his daily once-over before he actually speaks.
"Hey, hot stuff," he says stepping up to the counter. "How was your morning rush? You get that dick in the flannel too?"
He glances up at the menu, trying to decide what abomination of sugar and caffeine he can make today.
He reached for and held his mug gracefully. Still watching Samuel from where he sat on his heels. Admiring the older man and all his elegance as he stood before him. Insisting on spoiling him and dressing him up. Wesley wouldn't deny him the chance. Not just because he felt compelled to but because he was genuinely curious. Sam had as much style as he did charm the cub could simply see it. He blew at the sweet drink as he was told how to approach drinking it.
" I trust your opinion, Mr. B. It'd be fun, I could model the clothes for you even. " He suggested before taking a sip. Eyes shamelessly wandering over the Shadow man's physique as they both drank. He let out a small pleasured moan. A bit of an overreaction to chocolate drink he'd tasted minutes before. But a show he was more than willing to put on for the man who already had him at his feet.
His ears perk up at the mention of what Samuel liked. His explanation for it was spot on but so very curious of a thing for him to say. Wesley wondered what those things were. He wants to ask so damn badly. But instead he smirks from behind his ceramic cup. Cockiness causing him suddenly to take an umtempered swig of hot cocoa. Near instantly he winced and whimpered with displeasure. The delicious drink turned dangerous as the pretty boy let his head begin to swell.
" I know you, Mr.B ... i have shopped for you often. We've chatted. I- I can't think of anything that'd make us closer." Oh but he could and does and is. " I never received treats or gotten rewarded like this before. I like it... like you. Wouldn't mind if you did what you liked either-" The boy put his mug down. As they continued to look at eachother. " Mmay I ?" He asked.
Sam hums, watching as Wesley insists they know each other. He wonders how the boy would react if he knew about the literal skeleton in hiss basement at the moment. He almost wonders if he can make the boy obsessed with him enough to make it not matter? Perhaps later. He needs to test the boy.
He smirks at the shy request. He takes another sip then leans forward to cup Wesley's chin in his hand.
"I can see what you want in your pretty brown eyes, and I don't think your ready for all of that quite yet."
He places a kiss on the corner of Wesley's mouth.
"But I think you deserve a little something for being a good kitten."
He takes Wesley's hand and raises it to where Sam's bulge is starting to tent his pants.
"Go ahead," he encourages. "Take a look at what you want."
pauli can't help but to flex his muscles under the other man's watchful gaze. pauli worked hard for his body. he wanted it to look good, of course. that will always be the number one goal. but all of the muscles would also ideally by useable. there's nothing more cringey than someone with big popcorn muscles in pauli's eyes. he has a smug look on his face, and his eyes definitely have approval in them as they take in the other man's form. while not as groomed as his own, it was still a hot body.
with apparently a big dick, which he found out when the other man undid his pants and waved it at him.
"who says i'll stop at just a taste?" pauli asked with a grin as he moved towards the other. slipping down onto his knees to plant some teasing kisses and licks across the balls dangling underneath the dick before licking to the very tip of it.
"think you should say please?" pauli says smugly with a wink.
Sam just smirks as he watches Pauli willingly get on his knees in front of him. It's always nice when the boy doesn't make a fuss. Sam even moans a little at the little touches his mouth give his dick and his balls. Not enough lovers appreciate his balls properly.
He cups the back of Pauli's head again, looking down at the pretty light-skinned boy with a wicked grin.
"I never say please," Sam replies before he slips a finger into Pauli's mouth, forcing it open, and sliding his dick in without much warning. He goes until Pauli makes a small choking sound, then he pushes in more, burying himself down his throat.
"How does that taste?" he asks, holding himself in place for a moment before pulling all the way out.
cyrus shivered at the other man's words, and the look he was giving him. the enchantress had never felt like prey more than he did right now, and considering how many years he's lived between his two lives? that's really saying something.
he lets himself fall into the kiss. using it to anchor himself and to help his body and his hole truly relax. a soft groan escaped as he truly relaxed and gasped against the other man's lips as he felt the cock slightly push into his hole.
"yes sir," he said half-jokingly.
Sam swallows the gasp with glee as he lowers Cyrus onto him. The tight heat engulfing him inch by inch.
"That's it," he whispers. "Such a pretty enchantress, taking dick like a good boy."
Once he's fully buried in Cyrus, he takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of him on his dick. But only for a moment. He grabs Cyrus's ass with both hands so he has a proper grip to lift and lower him. He starts a harsh rhythm, slamming him down so there's the delicious sound of skin slapping skin with each thrust.
pauli normally would bitch, moan, and complain if anyone took the parasol and tossed it like that so needlessly. but right now? pauli decided that he had better things to focus on. so he supposes that he'll give it a pass.
"hey!" pauli nearly squealed when the other ripped his pants like that, although he couldn't help how he shivered and licked his lips in lust at the sign of strength. "you'll be giving me a pair of pants after this." pauli said.
although watching him rip his own shirt off? that almost made up for it.
pauli's tongue came out to wet his suddenly dry lips at the little show. pauli moves forward again and presses a kiss to him, this time allowing their skin to rub against one another as he lets out a groan into the other man's lips. "maybe i'll give you a pass this time..."
Conan doesn't care about if he owes Pauli clothes or not. To be honest even without the pheromones, he wouldn't care. He's honestly surprised everyone hasn't given up on clothes yet. It would be so much easier and hotter if this new life became a nudist colony.
But it doesn't matter because now he's got Pauli's naked body pressed against his own.
"You're so fucking hot, princess," he growls between kisses. "Why even bother with clothes?"
Conan grabs Pauli by the hand and lifts him up to carry him over to a shaded piece of grass. Kneeling without letting go and laying Pauli on his back.
vincent couldn't help but to shiver as he saw the sight of the other man licking up some of the precum off of his thumb. "good. it's not mine either." vincent assures with a chuckle.
he grunts as the other shoves the hand back in right as he pulls him in for a make-out session. the feeling of their lips pressing against one another's in a lust-filled dance had vincent's cock rock hard in seconds practically. the kiss definitely wasn't graceful. it was horny. horny. fucking hot.
"sounds like a plan." the fairy assures before shivering as his pants are pushed down. his cock bouncing free and he couldn't help but bite his lips. and seeing the other man's rock-hard cock spring out as well had vincent's tongue swiping across his lips as pure hunger made itself known in his eyes.
seeing the other man settle himself on the edge of the fountain, he couldn't help but to move forward. slipping between those thighs, his lips didn't hesitate to part and take the other man's cock within his mouth. a soft groan as he slowly took inch after inch until he began to struggle. then slowly bobbing his head to attempt to get more. his hands went to work as well. moving up to roam across the other man's body and chest as he worked his magic.
Conan's groan could rival one of his howls. He spreads his legs wide, giving Vincent ample space to settle between them.
"Fuck, yeah," he says, head dropping back for a moment because it feels so good to have a mouth on his dick. Conan may have had a lot of experience but he's never gotten bored during sex. New or regular partner, kinky or vanilla, there's just something so bonding about sex that he likes.
He looks down and starts running a hand up and down Vincent's back, feeling muscles shift as he expertly sucks Conan. Vincent's hands feel him up too and Conan can't help but flex under the touches, particularly his chest.
Kitten's nice ... really nice you calling me kitten makes me wanna do things to you-
I'm glad you like it. Felt like it suited you. You're not running around grasping for attention. You slide up and demand through a softer but more deliberate touch. It's very distracting in a very good way.
"oh." the information took him just a second to process, maybe a bit longer due to the pellar filters still trying to operate in his mind. "that is both terrifying and exciting, thank you for sharing." maui turns the confession back and forth in his head, his head quite literally tilting in the air. "well, you got plenty of time to figure it out now. it's helpful i think that you know it's the full moon energy, maybe you can like ... pinpoint exactly what that feels like and try to do the opposite." these things were so hard to put in words, and made him sound like a fruity idiot, but he clearly needed to try anyways to understand his own strengths better. and himself better. again.
Conan shrugs. "Terrifying and exciting is the story of my life, I guess. Terrifying in the woods, and exciting in town."
He listens to Maui's suggestions, trying to see if any of it feels right for him.
"That's an interesting way to put it," he says, not sure if it's settling in him or not. "Is that how it feels for you? You pinpoint the energy and follow or go the opposite way?"
They crest a hill and enter into the town area. Conan leads Maui toward the castle. He knows a little market had been set up in the walls. Conan knows where the booze is supposedly being kept though they're discouraging people getting a lot just to use it all in one go. But he and Maui deserve some fun.
Did he look like a damsel in distress? The thought crossed his mind as he used the hem of his tee-shirt to wipe his brow. Seeing the other man arrive on his motorcycle was like a knight pulling up on horseback to save the day. Does that mean his overheated and smoking engine was the DRAGON ?! The pretty boy with amazing hair almost wanted to kick his tire. And curse the gods with his frustration. But miracles happen when you let them. So let them he did...
With a deep breath he made himself smile a rather charming smile. Before joking right back at him " Know any good mechanics?"
"Uuuh , not too too bad we should probably drive away before it explodes. Care to give me a lift back to my garage? I forgot my stuff in my other - " He trails off a bit. Feeling like he was over explaining. When the other guy already seemed keen on helping him.
Conan smirks. "I know this one guy in town. Pretty good. Cute face. Nice ass and dick too, if that matters to you?"
He chuckles, turning back to his bike and grabbing the extra helmet in the seat compartment. "Here. I doubt it'll be that hard for you to fix. That's what you get for going vintage though. Sure, it's sexy but is it worth the effort?"
Of course, Conan isn't a literal mechanic that has the time, skills, or desire to put in the effort. Audrey is and does.
Conan gets back on his bike, revving it up and grinning at Audrey.
