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Normally his disposition would have people running into the night screaming and yet here was this kid – at least, Sydney assumed it was a kid, since he’s voice sounded young and his personality was too hyper for someone Sydney would consider close to his own age. Still, the declaration surprised him a bit, even though Syd’s face still stayed flat and stern. “ No. I wouldn’t.” He bitterly responded. “ Well maybe you should be refining your writing skill then? What makes you think you can help me wit my book if you can’t even write your own?” Syd knew he was just being mean now, and perhaps he was annoyed about how adamant the guy was to work with him,no doubt Sylvia felt the same way. Reluctant, he could only argue so much before becoming exhausted. “ You’ll be on a test run. A trail – if you annoy me, you’re fired. If I hear you breathing too loudly, you’re fired. You will write word-for-word what I tell you to and make no alterations unless I say so. Believe me, I’ll know if you try. Do you understand these terms?”

Humming to himself, Cooper listened to the other man with bated breath--even though Sydney was second-guessing his choice for a career from the moment he stepped into his house. Still, the younger man remained confident in his abilities--not only as a writer but as a person. His efforts may take a while, but the struggling author would not be giving up until he could wear the man down or at least get him to crack one smile. "I will have you know my writing skills were not the problem." He replied and chuckled as he did so, before parting his lips again to speak. "My story was the problem. Apparently, no one was behind the idea of putting fairy tales in a modern world." Cooper huffed back until a wide grin hooked along his features as the sound of the man finally accepting his presence came to ear. "I guess I should be lucky I don't have asthma. I really wouldn't want to annoy you just because I can not breathe and could possibly drop dead at any second." The man teased before clapping his hands together and extending his hand outward to offer a handshake. "I haven't been under strict rules since the time I was dating---never-mind. But--yes! Deal. I'm holding my hand out for a shake, by the way."

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“ I mean, kinda… yeah.” He chuckled. It wasn’t the fifties and they weren’t in some backwaters town, but the implications that came with what they were doing still made Hayden nervous. He supposed that’s why he liked these late night walks with Kian, where the campus was empty and no one could see them – he would never be able to do this with people about and still feel as free as he did now.  “ Friendship…. So we are friends, right? So this is okay , or whatever…” He tried to justify.  It was obvious what was going on; they were the same, and while Kian wore it proudly, Hayden still was coming to grips with it and couldn’t say the words.  Kian didn’t have that problem, clearly, bluntly point out that they’d been in intimate contact since they left the dorms and prompting Hayden to pull away and shove his hands into his pockets as he trying to hide his blush. “ Yeah but like… That doesn’t mean anything – girls hold hands all the time so like, it’s equality…” He stammered out. He was so used to having to make justifications that it came out before he slumped his shoulders and gave up the act. “ So like…no girls ever, huh? That’s…weird. I mean not weird , just, like… I guess I don’t get how you’re so sure, I guess… Like, how you just know and can say it and be cool with it.”

Despite his over-zealous personality and often oblivious tendencies, Kian could see the awkwardness stemming from the other boy. They may have been the same, but the red-head happened to be more proud of who he was attracted to, which was something he could sense Hayden was having trouble accepting. He understood--of course. But he could not help but feel hopeful his peer could be as confident in himself as he was. "I guess you could call us friends." He added as a wide grin upturned his pale features. His grip remained tight on Hayden's hand, but he could feel the other pulling away, causing the smile on Kian's face to disappear soon after. “I mean, you make a good point. Sometimes it does not mean anything. This just isn’t one of those times.” There was a part of him pulling forward in an attempt to intertwine their fingers back together. However--he opted not to as he did not want to make Hayden more uncomfortable then what he already was. “I wasn’t always sure. But I got to the point where I was tired of being someone I’m not. How about you? Do you feel that way? Don’t you wish you could just be yourself?”

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“Wait…hold everything.. What? You haven’t seen what now? Like…ever? I… I don’t even know what to say to that. I mean maybe you grew up Mormon and I shouldn’t judge but it’s the greatest thriller movie of all time and I don’t normally have a policy about not asking guys out who have never seen on of the best movies ever made but I have also never dated a guy who’s never seen it so I’m at a loss here. I want to believe that you’ve read the book and just never felt like the movie could live up to it but I get the feeling that’s wishful thinking on my end. I was originally thinking about maybe dinner and some kind of open air tour but now I can’t see any other first date option that isn’t you coming to my place to watch The Shining.”

“I can assure you I did not grow up Mormon. But I did have over protective parents who wanted to shield me from a plethora of dangers. I am going to need at least a few years to catch up on all the things I missed growing up. Is this you asking me out? Because I am more than okay if our first date would essentially be Netflix & Chill. I mean, plus or minus the “chill” bit depending on where the night goes. But I promise I will try my best to at least act interested during the movie. I just might have to apologise in advance if I end up being scared and I literally end up straddling you.”

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bxwareofyou‌:

Seeing Casey was always the best part of her day. While he obsession with her husband was no secret, Casey always understood it was how she showed her love and accepted her as she was. That alone was good enough for Fae. Squeezing him as tightly as she cool she followed it up with a weak hit to his stomach before pulling away from him. “ Dude! You are so freaking rude! I slaved over this stove for like, twenty minutes for you! Talk about ungrateful.” She laughed as she made her way to the fridge. Neither of them really drank, but given the news she had recently gotten, she was opting to celebrate with sparkling cider instead.  “ I promise nothing is burnt – I didn’t even walk away from the stove this time and these are like , real meatballs, not frozen ones. I work hard for my hubba lubba.” She chuckled as she set the champagne flutes and cider on the table . “ You have to open that though cause I’m way to scare it’s gonna hit me in the face.”

The man fell back jokingly, as hands wrapped around his stomach to feign pain. After a couple of seconds, a wide grin altered his features, and a chuckle rang soon after. “I don’t know what you get up to while I am at work!” Resting his hands at his wife's waist, Casey placed a small peck on her forehead before following her in tow to their shared kitchen. “I think I’ll be the judge of that. But if by any chance during dinner I end up looking pale and about to throw up, I’d suggest calling an ambulance before I internally combust.” He teased, before doing as asked and opening the bottle of sparkling cider and emptying the contents into each champagne flute. The man's hand extended outwards and offered the woman her glass before taking one in his hand and holding it in a toasting fashion. “Not that I don’t appreciate the wonderful gesture of having dinner being cooked for me. But is there a special occasion I’m missing right now?” Casey added, all the while taking a sip of the cider. “Oh god, are you dying? --Wait, am I dying?” 

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The hug among other things was fucking uncomfortable, but Blake’s usual expression was one of boredom and annoyance, so he was able to mask how he really felt with an familiar roll off his eyes and a grimace. His girlfriend wouldn’t notice – she was airheaded and self-centered and was already making her way to greet someone else who had walked in after that awkward embrace was over. He had no reason to stand there next to Jordan – he was already uncomfortable, but before he could walk off in search of stronger booze, the shorter man spoke, making Blake’s eyes widen and his shoulders stiffen. Opening his mouth, he snapped it shut just as quickly, reminding himself he was surrounded by people and couldn't yell anything tell-tale back. His fist still curled into a ball though, wanting to punch Jordan in the face for even making the comment where others could so easily hear, crossing his arms to avoid violence. “ You outta be careful too, before your oldest friend finds out that the guy she trusts the most went after her boyfriend behind her back.” He hissed back finally, speaking under his breath to avoid anyone overhearing. “ And you keep telling yourself that, princess – I’ll fuck who I want, don’t make yourself feel special cause you’re an easy lay I can call over when I wanna get off. You’re nothing more than that.”

He should not have been finding amusement and satisfaction in the situation, but a grin could not help but grace his features as he eyed the awkward notions of the other man. Blake could deny the sexual attraction between them for as long as he wanted, but Jordan knew there was something more there, despite the glaring obstacle in their way--his "best friend." He only feigned contentment for her and only continued to be an acquaintance of the woman's when it benefited himself. Was it wrong? Probably. But she was far from being a pleasant and kind person. The man had always assumed she was not the only one who strayed from their significant other and that Blake was nothing more than arm candy for her. It was the reason why Jordan had no qualms about getting involved the blonde Adonis and why he would continue doing exactly that. “If I recall correctly--you did not do anything to stop me.” He added as his frame lingered closer to the other man with an arched eyebrow. His eyes rolled at the blond's comments, and soon Jordan crossed his arms over his broad chest before sounding a soft chuckle. “I beg to differ, big guy.” Their bodies were only inches apart, and the man continued to lean closer so his voice could be a whisper. “You and I both know we moved passed me being just a lay when you kissed me.”

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He didn’t mind at all being pressed to Felix’s side, but for the sake of appearances, he acted macho about it. Still, for all his bullshit about appearing unphased by it, there was a flush on his cheeks. “ Oh, yeah – me too. I’m a total gymrat. Gotta keep in shape – work that six pack…” He half-chuckled. The bro-speak was hard on him, and Rory almost had to hold back a laugh at himself for trying so hard. Still, he didn’t want to be that obvious. It was all for nothing it seemed, as it seemed like Felix’s next comment was laced with obvious innuendo that made Rory stumble a bit, the blush on his cheeks deepening. “ I d– I… I mean … Maybe.. I guess.. If – I dunno , if they’re into that, I guess. I mean I’m cool with it… Not cool with it like – I just mean it’s cool, or whatever… Not a big deal, I have two dads so I mean…. I’m cool with it…”

“I can tell.” His head angled to the side and took in the figure of the other boy before meeting back at his gaze with a soft grin. Felix lingered on wards and played into the delusions of the faux-injured stranger, even going as far to move the hand on Rory’s shoulder downwards to rest on his waist. He may have been aware of what the other student’s intentions were, but that was not going to stop the lacrosse player from having a little fun of his own. “I am pretty sure the majority of contact sports end up being a little gay.” He retorted and chuckled at his comment, all the while peering out of the corner of his eye and keeping his sight locked on the features of the other. “I mean, all of that ramming and moaning grunts? Anyone is bound to end up with a boner.” His grip pulled the other closer to him in a teasing manner, before his lips parted anew to speak. “Care to run me by that again? I didn’t quite get the point after fourth cool”.

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There was an obvious desire to want to taunt Everett, but Roe was hardly given the chance. Everett thrusting forward plunged his cock deeper down Roe’s throat, and Roe hated how much he loved that. The display of dominance from the younger man made him too excited to help himself, one hand moving to his jeans in an attempt to free his own hardening cock as he gagged on Everett’s moaning as the man’s erection brushed over his tongue. When he couldn’t breath anymore, he stopped, pulling back to pant as a trail of spit connected from his lips to his cousin. Too breathless to comeback with a sassy comment, Roe only looked up at the other as his hand grasped his shaft, stroking fiercely as his free hand began to ease the tension below his waist. “You think that’s good? You should really get your payback and fuck me.”

Fingers continued to tangle in the darkened locks of the other man, all the while as his teeth nibbled softly at his bottom lip and reveled at the situation kneeling before him. A breathless hum sounded, and soon his eyes rolled in annoyance as he felt his cousin’s mouth pull back in a swift motion. “I think someone sounds a little desperate.” The blond joked with a crooked grin before cupping a hand on the other’s arm and yanking him upwards and to his feet. With the man standing upright, Everett pushed him against the door frame and dragged bruised hands downwards until they were able to haul the other’s jeans down, allowing them to pool around his feet. His voice remained speechless, and instead, his actions opted to speak louder. His frame dropped to his knees and hands were placed on the pale cheeks of the other, before an ample amount saliva began to coat his cousin’s hole. “Think that ass of yours can my cock tearing it apart?” He added as his tongue lapped over the ring of muscles and pushed forward. 

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”Like, actually lift me up and stuff?” Hayden laughed at the idea. “ I mean I look kinda scrawny but I’m heavier than you’d think. –Not that I’d want you to do that anyway…” He tried to correct. In the end he was out in public (albeit the middle of the night) holding hands with another boy… It was an intimate setting that would be hard to explain if caught, and part of Hayden still wondered if all this was some prank and his brothers would jump out the bushes and laugh him off campus. “No I– No, I’m not . I just see – I mean I see how a lot of girls look at you and how they flirt and stuff around you… Not that I look and notice that I just meant –  I just meant that a lot of girls really seem to like you and that… I’m sorry. I should just shut up. That was way offensive and stupid and weird…“

"I could certainly try." His hands extended outward and closer to the waist of the other but soon drew back as a light-hearted chuckle sounded. "Are you denying me of my Disney dream? I might have to start re-thinking this friendship." The red-head could have twirled around the boy with ease except he did not want to make the new-comer more uncomfortable than what he was already. After all, their time together so far included Kian waking the other up and holding tight to his hand as he leads him around the campus. The boy knew he was over-affectionate but he had always been like that, and he hoped the particular trait wouldn't be off-putting, especially to Hayden. “I mean--they do like me but I am sure it is not the way you think they do.” A wide grin formed along his features and another chuckle soon echoed around them. “I have after all, been holding your hand for the past several minutes. I think it is pretty obvious I ain’t gonna be returning any girls feeling like...ever.”

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If I can bring happiness to people all around the world, then I will try my best to do so.

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bxwareofyou:

There were things that just needed to be done, like attend your spoiled girlfriend’s birthday party, so there Blake was, some colorful drink in hand that was more neon coloring and artificial fruit flavor than booze, his girlfriend clinging to him as she gossiped with the few friends who arrive first before the music got turned up to loud to hear. He knew he was just there to be arm candy, but he hoped it’d pay off and get him laid by the end of the night. As more people shuffled into the party, Blake hadn’t expected to see Jordan walk in. Sure, they were close friends, but he’d honestly been doing his best to put Jordan from his mind that he’d forgotten that fact too.  The was a groan of frustration he tried to muffle as he saw the troublemaker walk over to greet the birthday girl, Blake shifting away uncomfortably as her arm around his waist had him being pulled into an unwanted three person hug.

This birthday bash wasn't something Jordan had planned on attending. He did have other more enjoyable things to do on a Saturday night, but there happened to be a part of him that felt compelled to come. After all, she was meant to be his best-friend, even though the man had found himself tolerating her more times than often. Especially since her boyfriend's cock in his mouth had been a recurring element in his life. As the man entered late, his eyes rolled at the sight of the woman fumbling over herself before a feigned grin upturned his features. His attempt to escape from the party were redundant, and suddenly he had been pulled into a three-person hug with the other and her boyfriend. He did, however--use the situation to his advantage and moved his hand along the blond's back before dangerously playing with the man's belt. Once the embrace came to an abrupt end, and his best-friend soon left, his gaze redirected to Blake before he arched an eyebrow upwards. “You oughta smile more, man or she is goin’ to find out you’d rather fuck me than her.”

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It was late in the afternoon when she got home from an interview with the band, but she was still home first, which didn’t happen often, so she figured she’d do something nice for her husband. While she wasn’t the greatest cook, there were still some things she could handle without burning down the kitchen.  By the time she heard the door open and close, the spaghetti and meatballs were pretty much done and she’d even brought sparkling cider for them to share. “Hey my dude! Welcome home, man.” She chuckled setting down the plates she had mid setting the table to eat like adults and racing over to Casey to kiss him.” Since you were out there working all hard and whatever, your awesome wifeypants decided to do wifeypants things and make you dinner.” She laughed. “ I didn’t even burn the house down, pretty impressive, eh?”

There was an abundance of things Casey was expecting to see the moment he opened the door--a home-cooked meal did not happen to be one of them. The pair of them, for the most part, lived off food that could be ordered and delivered to their doorstep. But there were a handful of times where Casey did cook a meal for his wife, as he the other did for him. With a broad grin forming as he entered their home, the man soon dangled his arms over the shoulders of his much smaller wife before embracing her. “I was not aware of how domestic you could be.” A small chuckle sounded, and his sight soon caught the attention of the home-cooked meal laid out on a nearby table. “Are you sure about that? I mean, I could walk into the kitchen right now and find a burnt out shell of where the counters used to be.” 

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He was naturally displeased with …everything, but it was his own bitterness that kept him afloat, so Syd was hesitant to let anyone help him with anything regardless. Still, it was one thing to have help around the house or getting around, but he would never admit that having help writing made him feel like he’d lost everything. Maybe it was unfair to take it out on the kid, but He was way too stubborn to do anything else. When he felt arms stop him from walking, he sigh, frustrated that something so simple could cause him to halt. “ Oh yeah? Why? Why are you bloody desperate for this job? Are you lazy and you think you can sleep on the job without me noticing? If you’re so good then why don’t you write your own book? What is it about this job that you need so much?” Syd scoffed,not even giving the kid a chance to answer. “ I’ll tell you what it is – you think I need help. You and my darling editor think that I’m not capable of wiping my own arse by myself and I’m sure if it were up to the rest of the world I’d be put in a dammed bubble for the rest of my life so I don’t hurt myself. So if the reason you want this job is to feel good about yourself then why dont you become a nurse for the elderly?”

He was trying. But Cooper could barely vocalize a word without putting his foot in his mouth. He always had this problem. He would say the wrong thing, and suddenly he would end up on the wrong side of someone. The younger man retreated his grip back and gave the other space before listening to his ramblings. Sydney's reasoning was not the reason why he yearned to be the author's assistant. This position was not about being an easy job where he could be paid for doing nothing. He wanted to help the other man because they were both on the same boat--at least to some degree. “Would you believe me if I say I already have written my own book?” His failure of a novel was something Cooper would rather forget. The premise was not well thought out, and the book was unsuccessful in the end. “I mean, it was terrible and I ended up barely selling it.” He added as he fumbled over his words, before putting the thought in the back of his mind. “Alright, firstly--ew. I am sooo not doing that. I’m here to help with your writing--so you can please lighten up a little bit, Grumpy?”

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“You’re cute, but I’m going to assume you’ve never actually seen The Shining because all work and no play made Jack a homicidal boy. But I mean… I’m a man after your something? It could be your heart, I don’t know the future… But who’s to say I haven’t been checking you out this whole time? Just… You know… Spoiler alert: I have been.”

“I am extremely cute. But you are correct, I have never actually seen The Shining before. Do you care to elaborate on this something? I mean, I am just saying. I have many other somethings I could be showing you and I can already assure you a certain something likes you a lot right now. But please do continue checking me out and I will keep doing the same to you.”

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God, she really shouldn’t be cracking a smile right now when he’s hurt because of her but not even she could resist how charming the man was. “That response isn’t too reassuring.” She states, giving him the freedom to somewhat walk on his on his own but hovering nearby and shifting so her arm is grasping onto his. Finally, the reach her car and Joie fishes her keys out from bags to unlock it. “Be careful, please don’t hit your head.” She warns, helping him into the car. “Ryder…I like it.” Joie muses, lingering near the opened door. “Terrible circumstances but it’s nice to meet you, I’m Joie. If anyone at the hospital asks I’m your girlfriend.” She forewarns before closing his door and running to her side, getting in. “Also, you should keep talking. Tell me more about yourself.” She asks, beginning to head to the hospital. 

“Eh, it could be worse.” The blond quipped as his attempts to lighten the situation remained. It could have been the drowsiness or the slight loss of blood, but Ryder still wanted to reassure the other, even more so to the point where he could make her smile. He followed her instructions, and soon the man found himself resting comfortably, all the while as his blue-colored gaze met the features of the redhead. "At least someone thinks so. My parents named me after a soul musician from the sixties." He added and grinned at the other's comment. "You are not going to hear any complaints from me. After all, I did pretend to be your boyfriend." Ryder nodded along in a bid to stay conscious before parting his mouth slightly to speak. "I mean, as interesting as I find myself, I think we should figure out our backstory in case someone questions us. How did we meet? Because I'm thinking I let you have my umbrella when it was pouring rain and we have been hopelessly in-love ever since."

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“Fuck.” Jason hisses once his cock as free and the other man’s hand was quickly wrapped around it. At this point, he knew he was a goner. No longer able to control his hips, they buck against the hand that drags along his hardened cock, a strangled moan reluctantly escaping him. Then suddenly, Halwyn is pulling away, leaving Jason breathless. Blue eyes come back into view, breathing ragged and heart racing as he watches the other man’s every movie. Hunger and lust consume him, trying to bite back a sound that’s threatening to come out when the detective undoes his pants and lets them drop to the ground, exposing his cock. Before Jason knows it, he’s on his knees before the other man. A look of lust in his blue eyes as his hand inches up the other man’s thigh. “Fuc—I wanna, can I taste you?” The words feel foreign coming out of his mouth, unable to hide his coyness over the request. All the while his free hand wraps around his own cock, reliving the pent up tension as he strokes himself off as well.

For a split second, Halwyn had almost begun to forget his reasoning behind seducing the other. He knew why he had to integrate himself into the life of the young man, but there happened to be another part of him, that couldn't help but find the image of the young assistant D.A kneeled down and practically watering at the mouth for his cock, somewhat beautiful. As his features began to line with a grin, his memories recalled his mission and soon transformed into a smirk of an immoral nature. The detective's arm lurched forward and shoved the frame of the other man ahead before trailing the plump head of his cock along the blushed colored lips of his target. “And here you thought I had the wrong idea about you. He taunted, all the while as he lightly tapped the head of his cock along the framed jaw of the other. “Come on, pretty boy. I might as well get you used to the taste, especially since this isn’t the last time my cock is going to be in that pretty little mouth of yours.” 

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Oliver can only roll his eyes, always finding the older boy’s personality to be aggravating and overbearing. His mouth opens, ready to dish out the first witty retort that pops into his brain when he pauses. Dark eyes shift downward, growing wide when Know moves his hand to the crotch of his pants. It hadn’t occurred to Oliver that during their banter the other was getting off on this. Then again, it wouldn’t surprise him if was always turned on this easily. “I think you just proved my point.” Oliver responds, more cooly than expected although he feels his throat growing dry as his hand remains in place. “Guess you should do something about it then.”

A finger traced along his hardening girth, his length evident as he closed the gap between them. It should have come as no surprise to learn Knox had been getting aroused off the banter. His sexual endeavors often came in the form of sessions filled with hatred, and there was no denying the pair's mutual distaste for the other would make for a pleasurable evening. The older man remained silenced, and instead, his actions chose to speak louder than words. His hands knotted in the curly locks of his step-brother and soon, the man's strength pushed the other's frame over the kitchen island. His free clutch moved under the fabric of Oliver's shirt, all the while as his waist drove forward and rubbed his achingly hard length between the fabric-clad cheeks of the other. "I am going to do a hell of a lot more than just something."

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“Oh you’re the fucking worse and you know it.” Oliver breathlessly chuckle, watching Isaac on his knees. The younger man lived to teased him and knew exactly how to do it at whatever time he wanted. It drove Ollie nuts, and this was his payback. “ You’re not gonna leave me blue balled this time though. You’re gonna be daddy’s good boy and take his dick like he says.” Ollie chuckled. As if to prove his point, he pushed Isaac’s head down more, wanting him to gag on him as he thrust his hips up, fucking his boyfriend mouth. “ Oh fuck, just like that…” He moaned louder, the sensation caused by his shaft gliding along Issac’s tongue making him shudder. When he decided to give the man a break, he let his hips fall back to the couch, hands dropping to his sides so the pup could catch is breath. “ Look at you… Cheeks all red from taking my dick… Daddy didn’t hurt you, did he, puppy? I dont’ wanna tire you out before I get to ruin that sweet little ass of yours…”

The blond nodded obediently as his stare tightened on the figure standing above him. He never had to be told twice, especially when it comes to abiding by the demands of his boyfriend. His eyelashes fluttered innocently, all the while as his mouth worked at a faster pace until profane gagging noises escalated through the air. He has always had a knack for keeping his composure, even at times where his throat was being thoroughly abused by the other. As the actions of the other became halted, an immodest grin adjusted on Isaac's pale features before he edged closer with an arched brow. He wiped a line of saliva from his reddened lips as he pulled himself upwards and found himself straddling the lap of his vigorous boyfriend. “I think maybe I might be the one to tire you out.” He began rutting his frame forward, and soon the pair of rounded globes stroked in the man's length between them. A low guttural groan sounded before his teeth nibbled softly at the other's earlobe. “Please, daddy. I need you to ruin me. I’ve just been so desperate for that fat cock of yours. I need every inch of you pounding my pretty little hole.”