Mathias had been wanting to relax after a pretty long day in the garage, which was why he had stuck on his PlayStation and pulled up the game he had been playing that week. He knew that Karter didn’t exactly have any interest in it, but it seemed that the other was content to just sit with him and watch.
At least, he thought that had been the case, until he felt the other moving to pull down his shorts. He pretended not to notice at first, waiting to see just how far Karter was willing to go with it before he even said anything. He could feel his hand around him, could feel him stroking him slowly, but still he decided to keep quiet and not give him any attention.
It wasn’t until he felt the other take his cock in his mouth that he decided to pause his game, one hand moving from the remote to rest on the back of his head. “If you were horny handsome, you should have just said,” he teased, pushing him down gently. “Or were you just looking for something to do and you decided blowing me was the best thing?” He added, smiling down at him. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
THERE’S A SENSE of fervor in his desire to distract him. Almost like an INSTINCT. He wanted to see exactly HOW tough Mathias could be–––see if he could manage to play his game while getting sucked off. THERE’S A SENSE of service to it that had made Karter especially hot & bothered. As expected Mathias was seemingly unfazed, right up until his cock was in Karter’s mouth.
HIS WORDS are like honey when he speaks them, and truth be told, Karter had been so hot & bothered all day that he swore it felt he was in HEAT or something ridiculous like that. HE SUCKS with fervor, the pressure against his head only serving to make him want to try harder as he takes more and more of Mathias’s cock into his mouth trying to swallow all of it nearly.
One hand slides down to caress Mathias’s balls to give them some proper attention as he dutifully continues to work and suck the other man’s cock like his life depended on it. HE HAD HALF a mind to stop so they could just fuck right there on the couch but he’s too far into his rhythm to stop unless Mathias stopped it himself, and even then it wouldn’t take very MUCH effort to get him open and ready for the pounding of his life.
At this point his body practically ACHED for something, but he was so focused he figured Mathias would take action if he wanted things to change direction.
The pleasure is MINDBENDING, his head is spinning in a way that leaves him utterly breathless, ANDREW’S hips pounding away at him, the pleasure almost indescribable as he swallows hard trying not to let himself get too loud as he grips the window’s frame for dear life. He felt so EXPOSED yet it drove him wild with thrill and enjoyment.
THEY HADN’T even been able to make it to the bedroom, barely struggling to keep their hands off each other before they seemingly gave up trying and started their carnal dance right in the living room. Karter lets out a few more moans before managing to ACTUALLY register what Andrew had said, doing as he’s told and moving his body back into the other man’s embrace before eyes slide shut tighter and he lets out the quietest whimper.
Karter tugged off his varsity jacket and dropped it on the floor. He was still overdressed. That was no way to wrestle, especially considering that his dick was already swollen in his boxer briefs. That was just the thrill of being undressed, though. Caleb was truly an exhibitionist.
Caleb was sure that Karter could feel his semi pressing up against the heavy round heat of his ass. His hands naturally went to that ass, gripping it possessively. “Scrappy, huh?”, he asked, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He did fancy it, but he wouldn’t give answer to that. He’d show how much he fancied it.
Hands roughly shoved down Karter’s jeans and underwear in one fell swoop, gripping his ass and groaning. “You’re thick, huh?”, he teased.
THERE’S A SENSE OF amusement when Caleb makes each of his little moves–––he partially has to WONDER exactly how long he’d planned on messing around after all. HE SEEMS to be moving smooth as silk with all of this, and judging by the poking sensation he feels against his ass he can assume he’s ENJOYING IT.
There comes a small chuckle when Caleb speaks again, partially glancing over his shoulder so Karter can speak properly in response once Caleb manages to get him completely naked. THAT WAS fast.
“I work out every now and then when I’m not cheerleading. I gotta try and stay in shape or I won’t be able to do that tumbling and all those other cool tricks if I’m not in the right shape for it.
Of course now he’s trying to mess with Caleb. GET HIM all hot and bothered as he conveniently presses himself back up against him.
“Alright, just let me know if there is anything i can do to help,” Carlos replied, giving him a small nod. He had gone back to nursing his drink when he caught sight of the bouncers leading the man out, wondering if that had been down to Karter or if he had somehow managed to piss off someone else. When there was a drink slid towards him, he peered up to see the other looking at him, causing him to smile.
“Oh you don’t have to do that. I was just doing what I thought was right.”
“That’s WHY I’m doing it. Believe it or not that kind of mindset’s like seeing a UNICORN around these parts. Seriously, I mean it.”
HE OFFERS a small grin before glancing over his shoulder when the MAN is taken out of sight and INEVITABLY out of mind, his mood seeming to return to as it was before as he goes about his business. NOTHING WORSE than creeps ruining a perfectly good shift as it were
“Besides, every once in a while we’re encouraged to do stuff like that to keep morale up in the place. It’s a double win yeah?”
Mathias raised his brow at the response, his gaze wandering over the other as he spoke. So he was curious and thought that standing at the door watching him was a good idea? Somehow he didn’t buy it and it showed.
“An invitation to stand and watch me like a performing monkey?” He asked, taking a small step towards the other, “or were you waiting for me to just turn around and pull you into the shower? What was your plan really Karter?”
“You say that like I PLANNED all of this––which spoiler alert I actually didn’t. But hey, YOU’RE the one insinuating that which to me just says MAYBE you wanted onlookers.”
HE’S never been the best and IDEAS, but that’s really all he can gather, and it WASN’T like he wasn’t enjoying the view. Arms cross over his chest as brows raise and he has to HOLD BACK the urge to roll his eyes.
Steve nodded slowly, though the fact that the man was saying he had had worse had him concerned. Just what was going on, he wasn’t sure but part of him wondered if maybe he should let the other come back to the compound with him so that he was safe.
“Are you sure?” He asked, “maybe you should come back with me? Let the med team check you over and get you something to eat? What’s your name?”
“I’m really ok.”
HE HUFFS. He’s not sure whether or not he WANTS to be truthful on the matter, HAND trying to hide the COLOR of his blood in the dark shadows of night. HE’S A VIGILANTE after all, and people typically didn’t take kindly to that fact.
“–––Folks in the Kitchen have started calling me PHANTOM. Though I’m starting to think that’s a little too dramatic for my tastes. KARTER is fine.”
Scott rolled his eyes, a smirk on lips. “Right. It’s hard to imagine an ashtray waving those pompoms around.” He taunted, his eyes moving to the school-colored puffs of plastic. It was easy to take a jab at the other male, something about it felt natural like they’d been doing this for years.
“You so sure that I got it wrong? I’m not yet. Hiding under the bleachers for a smoke still just sounds like a good excuse.” He added, looking towards the now-empty lacrosse field. The other players had exited out quickly, eager to wash up and get home after the extended practice.
“Sounds like you need better tires. Not to give your jeep a hard time. They’re made for that kind of thing.” He replied, furrowing his brow. “But if you need someone to drive you home, I could help with that.”
BROWS RAISE, blowing out the smoke from between barely parted lips as he eyes the other man up & down for a second before humming.
“Hm, interesting pick up line. I don’t know many guys who’d INSULT someone they’re trying to get alone, but hey times are changing I guess.”
SMALL JAB left as he leans back, POMPOM now fastened to his him by the little chord that he’d affixed to it to help keep it from getting lost.
“Though really I actually quite like the rain, JUST NOT DRIVING IN IT. And tough as jeeps may be I DON’T think they’re immune to hydroplaning you know. Especially not the wranglers since they’re ESPECIALLY bad as flipping hazards. You ever tried crawling out of a flipped car? Not fun trust me.”
HE NEVER WOULD’VE CONSIDERED himself a particularly EASY person in the way of strangers. Least of all SOMEONE whose job was to ask questions and get answers, BUT HE WAS a sucker for a nice face. That much was for sure. He’d been asked to answer SOME QUESTIONS about something that at this moment he can’t even really remember. Zachary had been kind enough to make it SIMPLE.
Answer the questions and then move on, except apparently no such thing was in the cards. They’d gone out for a drink, and a drink turned into a few, which eventually turned into coming back to his place. NOW HERE THEY WERE.
A trail of clothes starting practically at the front door and ending at Zachary’s feet is EFFECTIVELY like a monopoly path to their BODIES pressed against each other, Karter’s body bent over the bed, ZACHARY rolling his hips and plowing into him rhythmically making the MELODIOUS sound of skin against skin echo against the walls, TRILLED with their moans of delight as Zachary pounds away at him.
THE PLEASURE IS DIZZYING, and he would be lying if he said he had expected it, but he’s FAR FROM COMPLAINING. He’d rather be doing this anyway. Why would he bother engaging in an interview when they could be fucking instead.
HE’D BE LYING if he said it wasn’t strange cohabitating now. He never would’ve pegged SPENCER as the type, but here they were. Between his WILY ADVENTURES and Spencer’s near constant state of stress due to work, IT WENT without saying that typically when they were both in the apartment TOGETHER, clothes tended to be discarded rather quickly without much thought.
TODAY in particular must’ve been a TRYING day for him because Spencer wasted NO TIME ridding Karter of his garments, HAVING him pinned face down ass up on the bed like it was the LAST THING he’d down. THERE’S NO WARNING before Spencer’s face is buried in his ass, THE PLEASURE sudden and fierce.
KARTER SWALLOWS HARD, eyes screwing shut as he draws in a SHARP BREATH before exhaling in a SHAKY MOAN. He’s not sure what’s happened and he suspects AFTER THEY’RE DONE rocking the bed to the point of near BREAKING they can talk about it, but for now he SIMPLY wishes to enjoy it while he can.
M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS, PART 2 26B (Mathias; mxrvelouscreations)
M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS–––ACCEPTING
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HE’S NOT REALLY SURE what possessed him to do it, granted he HAD times where he didn’t do nearly as much thinking with his head as he should but he couldn’t HELP HIMSELF. Mathias had been busy doing SOMETHING on the TV, playing some game Karter had never heard of.
Suffice to say he figured it was probably some MOMENTARY HEAT that had come over him, but within moments he’s knelt down before the other man, Mathias’s gym shorts pooled around his ankles, and Karter’s hand stroking gently up & down. He doesn’t seem fazed at first, something Karter takes the SLIGHTEST bit of offense to.
SO HE RAMPS IT UP, furrowing his brow before leaning forward and testing the waters taking a few TEASING licks to the head of his cock. THAT seems to garner a response, and without ANY HESITATION, Karter moves forth, leaning down and slowly but surely working his mouth around the other man’s cock. HE SUCKS intently, until eventually he’s bobbing mercilessly up and down on the other man’s now THROBBING erection, working diligently as best he can.
Scott smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “If it’s really so bad, why hang out so close? Why creep on our practice from underneath the bleachers like this?”
He watches the other male with an arched brow. A cheerleader in boots with a cigarette in his mouth. So different from what one might expect when the blond male was on the field doing his routine.
“That’s what it is?” He replied, glancing up at the sky through the gaps in the bleachers. “Just get your hair done or something? Definitely not sweet enough to melt, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Uh–––to smoke? Duh.”
Admittedly it sounds a LITTLE strange for him to have to explain that considering it’s likely they’ll still get SHIT for doing things they shouldn’t be even if it was technically off school hours, but it didn’t really matter. THE WORDS he speaks cause a ROLL of his eyes.
“Sorry to disappoint, THOUGH funny you should have tons to say about someone you don’t know. Not nice to gossip you know.”
HE’S NOT exactly known for being particularly sweet, but he kept his NOSE out of other people’s affairs, which was MORE than could be said for a lot of people who went to this school.
“I happen to not want to get into a car accident, and DRIVING A JEEP IN THE RAIN isn’t really the way to do that.”
Leonid raised his brow, debating on whether he should actually answer these ridiculous questions, but maybe in the end it was only curiosity. Movies and such had portrayed his kind…awfully, and he’d been there from the rise of these shows and what not but never said much, his vampirism wasn’t something he advertised to those who didn’t know.
“Okay, first of all. The garlic thing is made up.” He practically scoffed, with no idea where that myth came from. “We’re weaker in sunlight, but that is all. As for blood sucking…” He scrunched his noise, sighing.
“Not at all. It is messy, I suppose it could be considered sexy to some, but it takes an awful lot of self control to keep it in that mood.”
THERE’S THE FAINTEST amused smile crossing his features as he cants his head. He’s glad he asked all things considered, THIS was certainly uncharted territory for him, but the whole asking of questions would serve him better in the long run. He leans back, BROWS quirked as he lets out the smallest of grins.
“SO–––what’s the reason you’re bringing young strangers to your castle? Are you trying to be like a vampire pimp or something cuz a lot of people would be admissible to that.”
A LIGHT TEASE, a jest to try and ease the mood as he raises his brows, NODDING at the answers he’d received and process each one, BODY admittedly showing a touch of discomfort at the revelation about his last question before humming.
That being said of course he also WASN’T exactly used to getting hot and heavy with a man who’d been married before. He had expected something different, or maybe he didn’t. Thinking was NOT a byproduct of the discourse and pleasure running through his head right now.
He can barely even really register Andrew’s words at all, the mind-boggling pleasure of each thrust he makes cause Karter to focus too much on chasing the euphoria of how WELL he’s being treated. The explorative nature of Andrew’s lips and hands do little to give him back any semblance of being able to formulate words either, the man’s hips PRACTICALLY swinging in a circular motion thereby thrusting himself DEEPER almost causes Karter to yelp, EYES screwed as he moans almost helplessly.
“––-good––yes––-good!”
HE TRIES to answer to the best of his ability but truthfully it’s easier said than done. The sheer pleasure and sensation of being fucked this way made doing much of anything except enjoying and submitting to it nigh impossible.
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