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𝐖𝐂𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 — a dash exclusive, medium to high activity, indie multimuse blog that is semi-private/mutually-exclusive. this blog/my writing will contain triggering/nsfw content, including smut, but i am not a smut-centered blog. MINORS DNI. written and loved by harley. 25+. they/them. est.
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open starter: lucas open to: m (tops, bottoms, verse) plot: lucas is a massage therapist and is giving y/m the rub-down of his life. can go smutty or not, up to you :)
"Sheesh, man." Lucas breathed, digging his heels in excavating circles at the crown of the man's back, right in between the shoulder blades. "What's got you so damn tense? Work? Trouble with the missus?" Lucas quirked a brow. That one was just for him. A light teasing. "I've almost gone through a whole bottle of oil..." He mumbled to himself, hands gliding down the man's slick back. "Either way: you came to the right place. I'm gonna take good care of you man, don't worry."
"Training, man. Just training," Cameron was quick to say, though the lingering intensity in his shoulders made the admission feel like an understatement. He didn't miss that last question, however. Because while, yes, his girlfriend might have had something to do with the tension, it wasn't the only reason for it. "I've been pushing pretty hard these last few months. Probably pushed it a little too far, if I'm being honest." A tired smile tugged at the corners of his lips at the mention of the therapist taking good care of him. "Sorry about that," he added, his tone softening with genuine appreciation. "I know I'm a mess, but that's exactly why I'm here. I appreciate you taking the time to work through the knots. Just do what you gotta do."
a part of him wondered if this was ever going to leave the cottage. hooking up with cameron felt comfortable, natural, but he knew that things were going to be different back home. yet, when he felt the man's strong body underneath his and their lips pressed together, his mind went blank again. this trip was proving to do exactly what it was supposed to. he hadn't had a coherent thought that was longterm since the second that they came out to each other on that couch. it didn't seem like he was going to have one either. with the new position also seemed to come new pleasure. he finally felt his cock slide as deep as it could have gone in that moment and there was no more holding back. if cameron wanted to be fucked silly, forget everything about the real world, then it was bram's job to make that happen. the offensive line player was taking this seriously, but also just going with the flow. he wasn't going to hold back anymore because he didn't want this to be bad for either of them. as he mounted the blond, he continued to run his free hand up and down his body. every now and then, he would squeeze the quarterback's muscles too, whenever he got the chance. a part of him hoped that it also helped relax him some more.
when their bodies seem to melt into each other, he took the chance to return the kisses every now and then. bram moved his right hand up to brush his fingers through cameron's hair too, wanting to remember every single inch of him after all of this was over. his left hand still clung onto his thigh, almost like he was too scared that he was somehow going to pull away. he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts ever so slightly, finally jamming his cock deep inside of the quarterback. moans were pouring out from his mouth and into the man's, no longer holding himself back. "you feel so good. your hole was made to be fucked." bram was never one for dirty talking. cut most sexting off right at the beginning. he was starting to wonder if that was because the ones that initiated it were all women though. when the kiss between the two of them broke, that didn't stop him from keeping his mouth on his body. his mouth moved down the man's jaw, peppering kisses all the way down to his neck. then, bram wrapped his lips around cameron's neck after swiping his tongue over it. as he continued to pound him, hard, he lightly started to suck on his throat. not enough to leave a permanent mark, but enough pressure to hopefully give his body a new snesation.
"Fuck... Fuck yes, just like that." Cameron could feel himself on the brink of shattering already. The sensation of Bram pounding into him, combined with the feeling of his lips all over his body, was a goddamn sensory overload that finally short-circuited his ability to stay composed. He had spent his whole life being the leader who stood tall in the face of pressure, but under Bram's relentless pace, he felt his resolve finally begin to dissipate. So, he reached down between their slick, sweat-drenched bodies and allowed his hand to find his own cock again. He didn't care about the awkward angle or the way their limbs were tangled within each other; he just needed to chase that final peak that he didn't realize he'd been desperately craving for years. As he stroked himself, matching the rhythm of Bram's thrusts, Cameron's voice turned into a soft, breathless sound of surrender. "I'm yours," he whispered, his head lolling back against the pillows as Bram's lips worked against his skin. "Whatever you want... Just take it. I'm all yours. I was made to be fucked by you."
Every compliment Bram gave him about about how good he felt or how his body was made for this, only made his own cock that much more hard. The quarterback was so deep in this newfound submissive headspace (or whatever it was called) now that he didn't care about anything else on Earth besides the two of them. Their careers, their teammates, family and friends... None of it mattered, as far as he was concerned. He only cared about the man who was currently claiming every inch of him. Cameron's fingers tightened around his own length as he felt the familiar, terrifying pressure of a climax beginning to make itself known. He didn't want to cum yet, but there wasn't much he culd do to stop it, either. "I can't—I can't hold on much longer, man. I'm gonna... Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum." With that, Cameron arched his back and sped up the pace of his hand that was pumping his cock, pressing his hips up to meet every one of Bram's thrusts, his movements becoming desperate and messy as his climax got closer and closer. "Let me cum... Please."
he could feel a low laugh start to build up from his core and crawl up his chest. logan wanted to stop it from coming out, but he was too tired to even attempt that. he didn't want jamie to think that he was laughing at him. although, something told him that the man was probably too cocky to think that he was. still, his words did bring in some humor to this whole thing. "last thing i remember, you actually liked when i ran my mouth so much. it's one of the many things that got you on your knees in the gym." he wouldn't relent until he got what he wanted. which, apparently, meant that he was biting off more than he can chew the first day that they hooked up. he had already lost count of how many times he came since that first blowjob. "that's what you want moving forward? my cum deep in your ass so that i can plug you up again? you could have just said so." he shook his head slowly, making a tsk, tsk, tsk sound with his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
the bartender continued to mutter a string of curses as he sucked in his breath every now and then or let out a low moan. his cock already felt sensitive and jamie was absolutely driving him up a wall with the blowjob. he didn't want to let up though. he couldn't make it that easy for him. so he was going to have to muster up his strength from deep inside to make this harder on him. "then why don't you give me a proper blowjob, huh?" it already was one, but he was a little shit who had to tease the man. logan moved his left hand over to rest on top of his trainer's head. he applied some pressure to push his head further down, letting out a louder moan that time. his toes curled on the bed and his eyes were starting to lose focus. he could feel his own shaft throb and twitch in the man's mouth and pleasure run throughout his entire body. yet, he wasn't going to go down without a fight. "fuck your mouth with my cock if you want to earn my cum." the challenge was put out there into the air, wondering how the man was going to react to it. logan licked his lips as he glanced back down, gaze focusing on him again. jamie really was the best he ever had, but he would never say those words out loud.
Jamie's eyes narrowed around the thick length in his mouth as Logan's mocking laugh vibrated through his thighs. The sheer audacity of the bartender talking about plugging him back up and bringing up the gym locker room while his cock was currently buried down Jamie's throat, was enough to make the trainer's blood boil with a dangerous mix of frustration and pure lust. When Logan called it a proper blowjob (though he wasn't sure why 'cause wasn't it already a blowjob?) and the heavy palm of hand pressed down on Jamie's head, forcing him deeper onto his cock, an angry groan was muffled against him. Suddenly, he pulled his mouth off Logan's cock again with a wet pop, his lips slick and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Instead of backing away, he pushed himself up a little more, straddling Logan's thighs more securely before he slammed his hands onto the bed on either side of his body.
He leaned down until he was mere inches from the bartender's face, his blond hair shadowing his dark, dilated blue eyes. "You think that's a punishment?" Jamie tsk'ed himself, shaking his head with a grin. "I've been making you work for every single rep for months. You think I'm afraid of earning this?" Finally, the trainer reached down and allowed his fingers to wrap around the base of Logan's throbbing cock to guide the glistening tip right back to his wet lips. He stared directly into Logan's green eyes, refusing to break contact for even a second. "Grab my hair and fucking do it then," Jamie commanded, his voice dripping with an arrogant defiance as he parted his lips. "Stop talking about what you're gonna do and fuck my face until I can't fucking breathe."
a part of him wondered if hayden had even eaten in the last couple of days. a genuine meal, not something that he could pass off as nutrition because it was an easy fix to his stomach reacting to something. kaleb would have to serve him a piece of lasagna later and stick around long enough to make sure that the man actually consumed it. another thing that was harder when you were suddenly alone. sometimes, he still felt the grief of his wife's passing. which wasn't something he was going to admit to unprompted. the last thing he wanted to do was take away the hope of the other moving on from this. "now that you have my help, i can confidently say that in a week's time you're going to be able to move around without feeling like a hoarder. otherwise, i'm going to have to bring back those mtv shows just so you can be shamed." not that he would ever betray his neighbor like that, or publicly call him out, but still... "people fail to realize how much logic goes behind what i do in a day-to-day. so if you need someone that can provide that sort of reasoning behind all of this, then once again, i'm your man." kaleb didn't want to feel like he was imposing himself on the other, but he hadn't as soon as he was welcomed inside of the home. his grip was lighter than what he was normally used to when it came to shaking someone's hand. mainly because he didn't want to come off as too much or like he was trying too hard. "and risk waking up with attack of the clothes and have them all wrapped up around you?" now that wasn't logical, but he hoped that it was at least funny. "is it easier for you to handle the boxes or the clothes? we can make an assembly line of sorts."
"I think I'd prefer a hostile takeover by the clothes over staring at these cardboard boxes any longer," Hayden said as a genuine (but small) fit of laughter escaped his lips. Kaleb's hyperbole was absurd, but the flippancy was a welcome distraction against the suffocating reality of the room. He let his hand fall back to his side as the handshake broke, feeling a strange, lingering sense of comfort from the interaction, but he was quick to brush it off because that was the last thing he needed right now. He then walked over to the hallway closet and pulled the door open, revealing a row of winter coats and jackets. The sight of them sent a familiar ache through his chest, but he forced his mind back to the framework Kaleb had just provided. "An assembly line sounds doable," Hayden continued, turning back to face Kaleb. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he considered the logistics. "Let's have you handle the boxes and the actual sorting. You have the awareness for it, it seems like. I'll pull the coats off the hangers and bring them to you. That way, I'm kept moving, and I don't have time to overanalyze every single little thing or detail."
"Hey, hey," Xander immediately walked around and sat down back on his side of the bed, closer to Scarlett, his arm around her shoulder as he pulled her into his side, still careful of Angelina still in her arms. "You are going to be an amazing mother. It's okay to worry. It's okay to be uncertain of the unknown, you know?" He leaned his head against hers, looking down at their daughter. "I've thought about it myself. I've spent my whole life knowing that...everything was kind of handled for me. I only knew what it was like to help my mom with my siblings, not completely take over taking care of them. I worry that I'm going to suck at taking care of her all the time. But I know that we're in this together. We succeed together, we fail together. If we accidentally drip food onto her head it's not the end of the world. If we forget to push the button it's not the end of the world. It is exhausting, but it's...joyous exhaustion." He smiled at Angelina as she peeked open her little eyes, almost as if she was looking right at them with the understanding of who they were. "She relies on us completely. As long as we make sure she is safe, happy, and loved and cared for always, there's nothing to fuck up." He pressed another kiss to her head. "Worrying means that you actually give a shit about how she lives. And that's a good thing."
The immense weight of the past two days seemed to lift, if only a little, as soon as Xander's arm settled securely around her shoulders. Scarlett instantly leaned into his side as she listened to him, letting out a shaky breath she felt like she'd been holding since the day she gave birth. She kept her focus pinned on their daughter, watching the rise and fall of her tiny chest and the way the her lips moved against the bottle. Hearing Xander admit that he was scared, too, made the tightening in her chest loosen a little bit. She swallowed hard against the remaining lump in her throat, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips when he mentioned dripping food on the baby's head. Scarlett looked up from Angelina to meet his gaze, her eyes still bright with unshed tears, but the panic in them had started to fade. He was right and always knew what to say to make her feel better. She wasn't her past, and she certainly wasn't her mother. The very fact that she was terrified of failing was proof enough that she was already light years ahead of the woman who (barely) raised her. "Thank you," Scarlett murmured quietly, her voice still a little thick with emotion as she shifted slightly to rest her head more comfortably against Xander's shoulder. "I don't know how you always know exactly what to say, but... Thank you. I need to remember that. We're a team."
Sidney let out a laugh as she was lifted, her feet swinging slightly as she gripped the counter between her parted legs, returning the kiss. "Thank you. It's hard, but it's what I've always wanted to do. It's always been me and Carter and I'm going to protect him like he protected me. He was always...standing up to bullies for me and helping me study and calm me down when I was stressed out. So this is me returning the favor." She kissed Jelani again. "But honestly? His career putting you in my life is the best thing he ever could have given me."
"That do sound a lot like Carter. He's fiercely protective over everyone in his life and I can't say I blame him," he agreed, laughing softly. Jelani was happy to accept another kiss from Sidney, but this time, the receiver made sure to let it linger for a little big longer than the last one. "You right about that, baby. I just wish we hadn't been so afraid to say anything when we first started dating 'cause if we'd known that Carter wouldn't have minded the entire time, this would have been so much easier to navigate at first."
It was like music to Summer's ears, hearing Cameron quickly crumble above her, grunting out her name and praising her and calling her baby. Her ego was through the fucking roof, quite frankly, knowing that she was the only person, the only one who could get him to react like this. Even after ex girlfriends, even after discovering that he was subscribed to someone else while she was an adult content creator that saw him in person frequently. No one else got him like this: twitching and vulnerable and desperate. No one else could get him to act like this but her. Hers. There was no doubt about it. Summer kept herself steady, mouth open, throat as relaxed as she possibly could get it while Cameron took full advantage of the situation, and she happily let him. She looked up at him all the while, eyes wide and innocent, tongue out and sliding under his cock each time he thrust into her mouth, determined to get him there as fast as possible.
The sound of Summer's tongue slicking against the underside of his shaft, paired with that wide, completely (not so) innocent stare, was a lethal fucking combination. Cameron was a man used to being in control — he ran an offense, dictated the pace of a game, and calculated his every move. But right now, pinned between the locked bathroom door and the sink, Summer was entirely dictating the rhythm, and she was fucking destroying him. She knew what she was doing to him, plain and simple. She knew that, despite the two weeks of radio silence, the furious texts, and the impending media storm Holly was trying to manage, she still held his entire universe in the palm of her hand. Cameron's hips suddenly rolled forward then of their own volition, deeper this time, his hand tightening in her hair to help guide her along his cock.
"Summer... Fuck," he gasped out, his head snapping back a little as his grip on the sink behind him also tightened. Cameron could feel his orgasm fast-approaching already, but there was no way he could could let it end like this. He couldn't just let her take him until he blew his load on her tongue and left them both frustrated and unfinished. The desperate need to be inside her, to feel her tight around him while he watched her face change, was screaming louder than the pleasure blinding him. So, without wasting any more time, Cameron pulled Summer's mouth off of him completely, then he gripped her under the arms, his large hands sinking into her skin as he forcefully but carefully hauled her up off her knees. He didn't give her a second to complain or catch her breath because the moment her feet hit the floor, he spun her around, pressing her front flat against the cold surface of the bathroom door. "You ain't getting off that easy," he growled against the shell of her ear as his hands flew to her hips, pulling her back against his aching cock as he fumbled blindly with his own shorts, pulling them down just enough to clear his thighs. He pushed his knee between her legs, widening her stance, his fingers digging into her hips as he lined himself up against her wet, aching center just to tease her for a minute. "Lemme hear you say it again, baby. Whose is it?"
"Well, then, consider me your future number one tipper." Evie nodded firmly. "Because I've always been super interested in it, and all the various artworks I see on packs of cards are beautiful. I've always wanted to like...do a reading and be part of one but then also like...learn how to read the cards myself? I've always been afraid to try because I don't really have anyone to do it with." She clasped her hands together in front of her, almost shyly, looking at Alani with a hopeful expression. "Any chance you need a...willing apprentice?"
An apprentice. Leave it to Evangeline to go from terrified of stepping foot inside Alani's shop, to asking for a seat behind the curtain. It was a beautiful, sudden burst of confidence that made Alani's own energy hum with an appreciative spark. "An apprentice, you say?" Alani repeated, grinning. They didn't say no, though. But instead of saying anything else, they stepped back into the doorway, propping the door open with their hip and tilting their head towards the dimly-lit interior of the shop. "C'mon, then. Let's see how you handle being on the receiving end of the cards." Turning on her heel, Alani didn't wait to see if the girl would follow — she already knew the pull was too strong for Evie to resist this time. The bells chimed softly behind them as the door closed, shutting out the rest of the world and the expectations that came with it. Alani bypassed the front counter entirely, weaving through the familiar shadows of the crystal displays, and led Evie toward a deep purple velvet curtain at the very back of the room. Pulling the fabric aside, she gestured for Evie to step into her private sanctuary. "Have a seat," Alani said, gliding over to a small cabinet to retrieve a beautifully wrapped cloth bundle. They then dropped onto the seat across from Evie before unwrapping the silk, which then revealed a well-loved tarot deck. They began to shuffle the cards as they fixed their dark gaze on Evie, the playful smirk from the sidewalk softening just a little. "Take a deep breath, clear all those noisy thoughts out of your head, and tell me... What is it your soul is trying to say tonight?"
"I won't always need it," she insisted, wanting to make sure that she had no intentions of invading Jordan's work space. "And all I really need is like...soundproofing and a microphone and a way to record audio. It could be the tiniest closet you ever have, as long as I can fit those things in it." Gabi shrugged. She knew that she couldn't necessarily move her entire studio set up or recording process to Cincinnati (that would still be an LA thing), but having the place to do something when inspiration struck was helpful.
"No, we'll definitely get you something, baby. It'll be a whole setup and it'll be so sick," Jordan said with a grin, her tone reassuring as she reached for Gabi's hands and squeezed them gently. "I can already hear the gears turning your head, so I wanna let you know that you won't be taking over anything. I'm happy to share my space with you. That's exactly why you've moved into both of my apartments now, ain't it?"
"She's doing great! Exhausted, obviously, but I just know she and Xander are so excited." Cadence's eyes widened as Riley shared the secret, unsure of if anyone should know about it, let alone someone who wasn't part of the journalism circles or the league itself. Cadence was the one that was always the most interested in Danny's career, growing up watching sports with her family all the time, so it was a shock to hear news like that. "That's the division Charlie's boyfriend is in, right? That would be huge for them."
"Oh, that's so good to hear," Riley smiled, turning over on her side to face Cadence fully before moving a little closer to her, propping her head up with her elbow. She nodded then, reaching over to take Cadence's hand in hers before lacing their fingers. "Mhm. They thought they were gonna have to deal with him, plus Maxx Crosby, but then that trade fell through as I'm sure you probably heard about because the Ravens backed out of the trade. So, now that division is pretty much wide open."
"Are you sure?" Charlotte hated having leave Kamari, especially when he specifically stayed in LA to spend time with her. She didn't want to suddenly drop everything and leave him behind. She frowned, but she knew it was more important for her to head to her brother and Scarlett's place and help him. She knew their mother was already on her way, and she had already coordinated with the rest of her siblings about their tasks. "I don't want to leave you behind when I don't know how many days I'm going to be over there."
"I'm positive," Kamari reassured, squeezing Charlotte's hand. "You don't gotta worry about it, I'll be fine here. I'm sure I'll come visit whenever they're ready for visitors, so I'll be able to see you then."
Lola nodded, letting Carter's words wash over her. It was easy to do, really: look at him and know exactly how she wanted to tell him how she felt about him. Maybe it took her longer to get there (she had dated someone else before officially getting with Carter, after all), but there was never any doubt that he was what she wanted for the rest of her life. She smiled up at him, nodding again, though much more confident this time. She hardly listened to the Elvis go through his practice spiel, because once she heard that they were allowed to speak, she already knew exactly what she was going to say. Maybe it wasn't a grand declaration or something to verbose, but that could always be saved for whatever massive wedding they decided to have in the future. "Carter," Lola began, smiling at him. "You are everything I have wanted and waited for in a partner. You are kind, and patient, and sweet. You make me laugh, you always know just what to say. I feel like I've waited my whole life for someone like you to be with, and now I get to spend the rest of my life wondering how lucky I got to be able to spend the rest of my life with you." Her smile widened. "And there is nothing that would give me greater pleasure than being your wife."
As Lola spoke, the rest of the room completely faded into a blur where it was just the two of them that existed in the world and no one else. The tacky Vegas chapel, the decorations, the single witness that Carter noticed a while ago, and even the Elvis impersonator standing just feet away disappeared. All he could see and all he could hear, was her. A tight, emotional knot formed in his throat while he listened to her speak, and for a split second, the big-shot quarterback who was used to performing under pressure in front of millions felt his eyes sting with sudden tears. He swallowed them down, however, and kept his gaze locked onto hers as an incredibly cheesy smile broke across his face. When she finished, Carter didn't even wait for the officiant to prompt him — he simply squeezed her hands tightly and took a step closer, completely closing the already small distance between them. "Eleanor, you have no idea how long I've dreamed of hearing you say that," Carter began as he let out a soft, emotional laugh, shaking his head slightly. "I spent a long time wondering if I'd ever get my shot with you. But standing here right now? Every single second of waiting, every single moment of chasing you, was the best thing I ever did. You are my absolute favorite person. You're my best friend, you're my entire world, and getting to love you is the easiest thing I've ever done." He took a shallow breath then, his eyes shining with tears as he looked down at his future wife. "I promise to spend every day making sure you know how lucky I am. I'm going to love you fiercely, protect you, and make you laugh every single day. There's no big, fancy stadium win that will ever compare to this. I can't wait to be your husband."
"Not cool, babe." Carter pouted, though she didn't exactly deny it, either. She spent plenty of time in the offseason catching up on sleep. "I told you, I want peanut butter toast and sides of deli meat. And also the ritz bitz crackers, I ordered some yesterday."
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I forgot." Jamie only just now remembered that was actually what Carter wanted. Not a sandwich. Who could blame him, though? They just brought home their newborn daughter from the hospital for the first time. Things were still chaotic, and they were both bound to forget things. "Let me ask you again, then. What kind of deli meat do you want?"
"Well, I guess we'll find out." Lola shrugged, watching the wedding unfold in front of them. She always thought that Vegas weddings got a bad rep as something scandalous, something that was the result of a drunken night out, but she always liked the idea. Something that was thought out and intimate and completely about the two people getting married. She always thought that when she did get married, she'd rather do something small first before a big ceremony, and this felt perfect. She leaned against Carter's arm, smiling as she watched the couple tearfully recite their vows, and she reached for Carter's hand, squeezing. "That will be us soon." Almost as if she had predicted the future, in almost no time at all the couple standing at the front of the room had said their vows and were declared husband and wife, and a small smattering of applause was heard across the room. Their names were called, and Lola shot up out of the pew, almost like a spring had been underneath her, and she reached for Carter's hand. "Let's go get married." As it turned out, Carter did book the Elvis impersonator, because he was still standing there as they walked down the aisle and got to the front of the room. "Do you know what you want to say?" Lola's voice was a whisper, because she didn't know what to say. She didn't consider the fact that they would have to recite something. She should have written something down on her phone, maybe. But it was too late now, because the Elvis impersonator (who really was good) was starting, and all Lola could do was stare at Carter, knowing that by the time they walked away from here they would be husband and wife.
Seeing Lola spring up like that instantly melted away the last of his nervous jitters. He let out a soft laugh, his large hand completely engulfing hers as he stepped out of the pew. "Always ahead of me," he murmured affectionately, letting her lead the way down the short aisle. As they reached the altar, his eyes glanced to the officiant. Holy shit, we actually got the Elvis. The guy even had the sideburns and the classic white jumpsuit down to a science. Under any other circumstances, the quarterback would have found the theatrics hilarious, but right now, looking at the man who was about to legally bind them together, the reality of the moment settled over him in the best way possible. Carter squeezed her hand firmly, turning his body fully towards her so he could block out the rest of the room, the cheesy decor, and Elvis himself. It was just the two of them now. He hadn't written anything down, either (considering how super last minute this was), but as he looked down at the woman he had spent three long years chasing, the woman who was finally about to be his wife, he realized he didn't need a script. "Just look at me," Carter whispered back, his voice thick with a sudden rush of emotion as Elvis began his intro. He gave her a reassuring, incredibly tender smile, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. "Don't worry about words. Just... Say what's in your heart. I'm just gonna tell you how much I love you, and the rest is easy."
It felt easier than ever to give in when his practical brain was in the hands of the person Sawyer trusted most. Aside from Jordan, Kamari was the only person who knew about his struggles with his family, with his insecurity about continuing the family line. And, as of about twenty five minutes ago, his neurodivergence. It was the realest sign he could imagine (besides his dick in Kamari's hand) that what he felt for him was real, and whatever they were going to be from now on was real. Without anymore fighting or uncertainty. "I-I won't," he grit out, eyes squeezed shut. Sawyer was struggling to get out any sentences, his actual brain going stupid as he was trying to get the words that Kamari requested out, his throat tight. "You," he finally managed to get out, hips bucking towards Kamari's hand in response. "Only you."
The sight of Sawyer completely unraveling beneath him was nothing short of intoxicating. Kamari watched with satisfaction as the quarterback's eyes squeezed shut, his usually overactive, overthinking brain clearly short-circuiting under the friction of Kamari's hand. For a guy who always had to have an explanation for everything, Sawyer was beautifully, perfectly quiet right now, reduced to broken stammers and desperate movements. When Sawyer's hips bucked towards his hand, chasing the touch, a chuckle vibrated in Kamari's chest. He tightened his grip just a little before matching the sudden, desperate urge of the movement, punishing him and rewarding him all at once. You. Only you. Those words echoed in Kamari's mind like a scratched record stuck on repeat in the best way possible. To have his quarterback completely bare and submitting to him like this? It was a power trip he never wanted to come down from. "Good boy," Kamari purred, the praise thick and dark as he leaned down to press a hard, possessive kiss right to the corner of Sawyer's mouth. Then, he quickened the pace of his hand, using the slickness of his palm to drive Sawyer closer and closer to the point of no return. Finally, the receiver shifted his weight, effectively pinning Sawyer's hips down with his own thighs, dominating his space entirely as he watched his face for the exact moment he was going to break. "Don't hold it back. Lemme see how good you can take it."
"Stay still." Sawyer's voice was harsh, almost commanding as he pressed his hand down more firmly on her stomach. "Don't you dare fucking move." He lapped lazily at the arousal that coated his tongue as she writhed above him, taking his sweet time. There was no way he was going to give her what he wanted, no matter how good she tasted and how badly he wanted to sit there for hours making her cum over and over again. Instead, he was calculated with it, tongue sliding generously over her clit before sucking it into his mouth, humming. They weren't new to this by any means, but they were new to it in the way where Sawyer was completely in charge. It wasn't a result of them arguing, or of them getting it out of their systems because they spent all day being tense towards one another. It was just them. And if Sawyer was lucky, he would get to see more of her like this, completely at his mercy, fully needing him.
His harsh command cut through the hazy fog of Sienna's pleasure, sending a thrill of sheer panic and excitement straight to her core again. It was a useless order (her body was vibrating with so much built-up tension that remaining perfectly still felt physically impossible), but the firm weight of his hand pressing into her stomach pulled her back to reality a little. She forced herself to stay still, but her toes curled into the sheets as she tried to obey, even as a desperate whimpering sound escaped the back of her throat. When Sawyer's tongue slid generously over her clit before sucking it into his mouth, Sienna's eyes flew open, wide and glazed with tears. The intense suction was almost too much to bear, a direct contrast to the lazy (but calculated) torment he'd been treating her to just seconds before. Her hips twitched instinctively against his mouth again as a silent plea for release, but the heavy pressure on her abdomen reminded her of his warning. "Sawyer, please," she gasped out, her voice breaking, completely at his mercy. "I'm staying still... Please, just don't stop."
