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Leo couldn’t help smiling, Jesse had this way about him, and it was incredibly infectious and Leo was falling for it hook line and sinker. “Not only are you pretty, but you’re adorable too,” he chuckled, lightly brushing the tip of his nose against Jesse’s. He’d heard of the strong connection between Dominant and submissive before, a few of his friends had told him about the bond and he’d done his own research too, but he found it hard to believe that it could be this instantaneous. Yet here he was, a submissive on his knees in front of him, and all Leo wanted to do was wrap him up in his arms and never let him go. Maybe this was how a real Dominant felt? 

His fingers curled into the back of Jesse’s shirt as the other surged forward, smiling against those lips of his, tightening his grip on him as he deepened the kiss between them, immediately taking control of it, pushing back against Jesse as his urges became more prominent. He was usually able to control them, never really acting on them, but Jesse seemed to bring out this animalistic side to him, and now he’d had a taste, he couldn’t help but want more. His teeth nipped playfully at Jesse’s bottom lip as the other pulled away from him, and Leo took a moment to take in the sight of him, his eyes blown, lips slightly swollen, and Leo felt his heart swell as he took in every little detail of him. “I’ll talk to your parents and we’ll iron out the details, I don’t care how long it takes, I want you to be mine, Jesse, I never want to let you go,” he let out a breath that he wasn’t aware he’d been holding onto, letting out a breathy little chuckle, feeling like some sort of smitten school boy. 

“But first….” he hummed, lightly tracing the tip of his nose along the outline of Jesse’s face, lips curling up into a happy smile, “I want to see what else you learned in your training,” he added with a playful wink, before crashing his lips hungrily against Jesse’s.

Jesse had Dominants in his life, he’d seen plenty of them, dealt with them and read about them but none of them had felt anything like this. Before it had just seemed like a status, something that felt distant to Jesse and like he didn’t really know what it all meant. But with Leo it just...fell into place, this young man with his bright smile and boyish good looks of a young man seemed like twice the Dominant anyone else had ever been in Jesse’s life before. He melted like butter for him and felt an urge to submit that was so natural and unforced, like all he wanted was to be completely and utterly his. “I already am yours Leo, Sir. I...I think I was yours the moment you saw me, only yours. Your boy” Jesse whispered to the older of the two, whimpering and trembling from his every word and touch and his mere presence. 

Jesse soon found himself lost in the want, the need and the pure joy of this moment as the two kisses with passion. Long fingers gripping Leo’s shirt, eager but inexperienced and happy for the older of the two to take the reins. It started off slow despite the hungry passion, but before long Jesse found himself wanting more and breathless in the process. Submitting to every touch and push and deepening on the kiss until he was on his back and under the short of the two. Leaning up as best he could, moaning into the kiss and trying to keep up. Panting for air, pink lips wet when the kiss parted for a moment with a dazed expression on his lips. “They...they trained me well, but I...I want you to train me too. I...I want to be a good boy and be taught how to please you Sir...”

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Blaine blinked as he looked up at Scott, swallowing thickly as he was called out for his story. His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, dropping his gaze for a moment before parting his lips again, “I…I’m usually in the theatre, after a show, on a high. I uh…I imagine it’s the same after a big game for you guys,” he paused for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet Scott’s before continuing, “I’m uh, in there alone, running through lines or something, and you were in the audience, you both were, and you want to see if I can put on a good performance for a private audience,” His heart was beating against his chest, his cock twitching the more he thought about this elaborate fantasy of his, “There are usually still people in the building, a lot of the tech crew are usually there until late, so anyone could walk in on us, but you don’t care. You just keep fucking me, making me moan, almost like you want us to get caught,”

A little whimper fell from his lips as Scott’s hand collided with his bare ass, the sting shooting through his body as he quickly looked up to look at Scott with wide eyes, “N-No, that’s not, I didn’t…” he stammered, almost cowering back from Scott in a moment of instinct. His lips parted again, another whimper falling from his lips as Scott tugged at his hair and forced him to look at him again, “I…” he started, though quickly stopped himself again, he still found it difficult to talk about Cooper like that. Cooper had always been the favourite son, the one that everyone wanted to get close to, the one that always hogged the limelight. Blaine had always been second best, and he was okay with that. Well, he’d got used to that anyway. His breath caught in his throat as he felt Scott’s hot breath tickling his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut briefly, “Cooper’s the bitch,” he whispered, “I’m the star,”

Scott listened intently to Blaine’s little fantasy, grinning from ear to ear as he listened in to every detail and picturing it himself. “With an ass like that and pretty mouth like yours how could we not? Besides, I bet you wouldn’t mind an audience - you do love to put on a show right?” He grinned before pausing for a moment. “So we finished our big game just in time to see you perform huh? Sounds like you’ve got us pretty whipped and smitten in that little fantasy of yours pledge, you like the idea of that huh?” He asked, smiling widely as he ran his hand down Blaine’s back and tilted his head a little bit. “I should of known even with a fantasy with a cock in your ass and down your throat it be romantic and intimate, not that I’m against it. Is that what why you really wanted to be part of this frat house, to get close to me and Stiles?” He leaned in a little more so there was little space between them. “Did you want us all to yourself pledge, Blaine?” He used his name after a moment’s thought - eyes never leaving him for even a second. 

Scott slowly gripped Blaine by the hips and with ease dragged the other into his lap and pulled him close. His one hand massaging that plump ass, the other moving to brush against his thigh close to his cock. His lips so close to Blaine’s but not quite touching. “Good job Blaine, such a good job. Now say it again, say it louder with confidence and look me in the eye when you say it only this time you’re going to tell me that you’re the star and Cooper’s just your bitch” Scott murmured, warm breath against Blaine’s lips and eyes lingering as he grinned. “Go on Blaine, say it out loud. Say it like you mean it, make me proud and I’ll give you what you really want.”

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“You’re...so beautiful” 

Those were Jesse’s first words to the young man he saw before him. Heaven’s Edge was a seemingly popular spot for people who needed this, who needed to explore this side of themselves without shame or judgement. It was a place of pleasure but also safety, of trust and acceptance. A sinful sanctuary right now and Jesse was currently looking at probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. With doe brown eyes, brown hair and a lean, strong and long body knelt on the ground looking so bashful, so hopeful and in need. Jesse doubted he was the kind of person this guy expected to respond to the sight of him kneeling, a blank collar around his neck and waiting but Jesse knew he was the right person to find him. He just knew it.

“It’s okay, just breathe. You’re okay, you’re safe” He promised, kneeling beside the other and gently running long fingers up his arm and through his hair, tilting his head so their gaze met and he smiled. “You really are so beautiful, so just...amazing like this I’m sort of speechless” He smiled, tilting his head. He probably didn’t look the party, just a goofy t-shirt on with a Star Wars pun and a checkered shirt with faded jeans and worn out sneakers. But as those long fingers traced his neck and brushed his thumb against Dylan’s cheek it told a very different story. “I’m Jesse. Why did you come here tonight? You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I’m just curious.”

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Blaine shook his head, dropping his gaze and refusing to look at Scott as he spoke down to him like that, “Never fucking,” he admitted shyly, “It’s always Stiles fucking me, and I…I’m always sucking your cock,” His cheeks flared up again, tongue slowly flicking out to lick his lips, swallowing thickly as he finally dared to look up at him. He shivered softly when he felt Scott’s hand through his hair, and he let out a soft breath as if centring himself again. He met Scott’s eyes again, the corners of his mouth twitching a little, heart beating a little quicker, the anticipation almost getting the better of him. He was only supposed to be pledging to be a member of the Fraternity, it was never supposed to go this far. He was never supposed to cheat on Kurt like this and become the one thing he’d always vowed he’d never become. 

But now here he was, turning into the house slut, and the worse thing? He was actually enjoying how it felt. 

He quickly got back to working Scott’s cock, eagerly taking it into his mouth and quickly building up another steady rhythm, his eyes flicking up to look at Scott again, as if hanging from his every word. He hated to admit that talking about Cooper like this was turning him on, he shouldn’t even be thinking about Cooper in any remotely sexual scenario, and yet here he was, imagining the entire Frat house treating him like the house slut, and it seemed that Blaine was following in his footsteps. He groaned loudly around Scott’s cock at the thought of it. He panted desperately for breath when Scott gripped at his hair, pulling him off his cock. He looked up at him with blown eyes, swollen lips, lifting a hand to wipe his mouth with. “i’m not…I mean…Cooper is the more confident, he uh, he always has been. He flourishes with everything he does,”

Scott’s brows remained raised as he listened to him confess what he really wanted, what he had always wanted. “Is that right, always like that? So you've had this fantasy before, huh? I get the feeling a Blaine Anderson fantasy doesn’t just have sex and nothing else to it. I bet there’s a plot to it, big theater geek like you has to have some kind of scenario or elaborate fantasy. So let’s hear it, the whole thing and you’re a pretty shitty liar no offense dude so skimp on details or bullshit me and I will know and you don’t wanna disappointment do you pledge?” Scott pointed out, knowing all too well how much Blaine seemed eager to please him and would do anything Scott said at this point. 

For a while Scott enjoyed that talented mouth around his cock, head tilted back and his arched as he fucked that eager throat and made the pretty choir boy choke more than once. But whenever he got too much he’d pull back, give Blaine a chance to catch his breath and then keep going. He looked fucking perfect like this, on his knees and servicing Scott like it’s all he could think about right now with those swollen lips and pretty, needy eyes. But as Blaine began to talk about Cooper Scott’s hand came down and smacked Blaine hard across the ass. 

“Is that you talking shit about yourself pledge? Because that’s not something I’m gonna allow, understand? No pledge of mine is gonna sit around talking about how shitty he is or not as good or are you trying to say my taste in pledges is crap?” He questioned, brows raised still. “Your brother talks a lot of shit for a reason, he’s insecure and needy and not in a hot way like you, in a sad way where he can’t even admit it and instead is condescending and full of shit” Scott said, hand gripping Blaine’s hair and forcing him to look at him. “You’re the real star brother, I want you to say it with me pledge. Your brother is nothing compared to you, you’re the star and he’s the bitch. Say it Blaine. Say it with confidence and I’ll jerk you off myself " Scott challenged, leaning in so their lips nearly touched. “Say it like you believe it and I’ll even give you a kiss.”

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richardsandco:

Chris felt completely overwhelmed right now, one minute he was preparing a study session for the two boys, the next he’d found himself on his hands and knees, worshipping Stiles’ cock for all he was worth, while Scott pounded into him like it was Chris role in life to take his cock like that. He eagerly swallowed down everything that Stiles gave him, licking up every little drop, looking up at Stiles with wide eyes, peppering sweet little kisses along the side of Stiles cock, while Scott emptied his load into his ass. 

His heart was beating rapidly against his chest, body quivering as his own cock remained perfectly untouched, hard and standing erect, desperate for some sort of attention of it’s own. He licked his lips slowly, trying to catch his breath as he lowered his gaze, feeling a sweep of humiliation wash over him when Scott leaned over him and gave Stiles a high five. He didn’t think he’d ever felt like this before, small, completely humiliated, and yet more turned on then he’d even thought possible. How did that even happen?

“Did I…I mean…” Chris stammered, slowly raising his gaze to look up at Stiles again, though not meeting his gaze completely, “Did I do good?”

For a moment the two guys just lay there, leaning back with big grins on their faces and laughing as they came down from the high. Eventually Stiles slowly looked down when he heard Chris speak up, a lazy grin filling his face as he nodded his head. “Fuck yeah you did, didn’t think you’d have it in you Professor. So...I think you deserve a treat” Stiles hummed, gesturing for the other to do as he was told and roll onto his back. “Now I want you to grab your own hard cock and stroke yourself, get yourself off for us but make sure none of it gets on either of us” Stiles instructed, amber eyes lingering on the older man. “Show us just how much you loved this, how much you needed this and thanks us for it.”

Scott was grinning as well, giving that ass another squeeze before he could completely roll over. “And make sure you tell us every little dirty fantasy you have right now, I wanna hear what you want most of all. What you’re too afraid to tell anyone else Professor. Only honest teachers get to orgasm, so you better be good and tell us everything” Scott warned, brows raised and looked at him with cocky expectants as if he knew already he was gonna do exactly what they wanted. 

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A little whimper toppled from Leo’s lips as the other lifted him up and placed him in his lap. He smiled coyly up at the other, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Steve’s strong neck, leaning in and nuzzling against him, teeth nipping lightly at the skin. He rocked back against Steve’s cock, letting out a little moan as he felt it pressed firmly against his pants, fingers curling into the back of his neck. His own cock twitched his pants when he heard Steve talking like that, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he sucked in a breath to steady himself. “Right now, I don’t care who sees me like this, daddy,” Leo whimpered, rocking against Steve’s cock, his ass practically crying out to feel it properly.

“I…” he started, another soft blush sweeping across his cheeks, “I want you to use me, daddy. Make me yours all over again, make me fall apart in the only way that you can…” He chewed on his bottom lip, lowering his gaze for a second, his thumb gently rubbing against the back of Steve’s neck, before leaning in a little closer and pressing his lips against Steve’s ear, “Did you bring the cuffs with you tonight?”

Steve didn’t say anything for a little while, he just let Leo speak his mind and say what he wanted as he felt those arms around his neck and remained quiet as those blue eyes gazed into brown ones. A tilt of a smile on his lips, followed by a small chuckle before he shook his head. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t bring anything actually because I wasn’t expecting for you to jump me and want this so badly tonight” He said and while it was mostly the truth Steve wasn’t exactly surprised considering how responsive Leo was to him after weeks and weeks of this. “So what’s going to happen is I’m going to go back to the party, I’m going to call it an early night and head home. Then in ten or fifteen minutes you’re going to say you’re going to bed and go to your room. But we both know you won’t stay there, you’ll climb your way out and my front door will be open and waiting for you” He murmured, eyes half lidded but focused on the beautiful boy before him. 

“If you want me to really do this to you, show you who you belong to then Daddy is going to do this right baby, you deserve more than a quick thing in a chair” He brushed his fingers through his hair once more before tapping his ass, a silent command for him to get up. He fixed himself up, belt buckled up and fixed Leo up himself as well before giving the boy a slow, lingering kiss and a squeeze of his hip before moving passed him and back into the living room like nothing had happened. Like he promised Steve retired from the party early, heading back home and leaving the door unlocked for Leo to follow soon enough. After all that gave him all the time he needed to prepare something special for tonight. 

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Leo felt a sense of warmth rushing through him at Steve’s words, he seemed to relish in receiving praise from the other, always wanting to go out of his way to do him proud. Maybe it was because he’d never had that sense of approval from anyone else before, no one had even noticed him before Steve had come along. Now he was completely addicted to the much older man, and the rush of arousal that swept through him after just the slightest glance? Well, that was just as addictive too. He moaned quietly around Steve’s cock, eagerly taking it down his throat, worshiping that cock for all he was worth, anything to gain praise from the other, and just feeling that strong hand in his hair, was more than enough of showing him that he was doing a good job.

He pulled away when Steve tugged at his hair a little more and pulled him off his cock. He gasped for air, as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. A soft blush swept across his cheeks, giving Steve a shy smile and looking up at him with adoring eyes. “You sure you don’t mind missing the party?” he asked, lips curling up into a little playful smile as he nuzzled his face lightly against Steve’s thighs, peppering soft, little adoring kiss along the side of Steve’s cock.

Steve smiled down at Leo, watching that pretty face turn pink and nuzzle against his thigh somehow looking both innocent and sinful all in the same moment. “I think so, seems I’ve found something far more entertaining and worth my time” He chuckled as he ran his fingers through his hair. It was incredibly dangerous to do this, with people so close and so much activity in the house but Steve had been unable to stop himself when he’d seen Leo again. It had been a few weeks since this had gone from touching and wanting to, well, more than that. He still remembered the night he took Leo’s virginity in Steve’s bed - how he’d looked, so overwhelmed and so desperate and Steve had known right then and there that he wasn’t going to want this to end anytime soon.

“Though maybe we should move this upstairs to your room or have you come over, unless you want people to see you like this and risk them hearing you. Is that why you wanted this so badly today?” Steve asked, leaning in and with ease hoisted Leo up off the ground and put him onto his lap; his cock pressing against the fabric of the young man’s pants as it pressed against his covered ass. “Tell me what you want right now baby boy, this is all for you after all. You going to be good and tell me everything?” He asked, a calm smile on his lips and head tilted as he ran his fingers gently down the boy’s spine. 

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Never in his wildest dreams would Leo have believed that this would be his life, he wasn’t necessarily popular at school, most people tended to throw around the word awkward when talking about him - when they did a lot - and he knew that his parents had always expected more from him. Always telling him that he should apply himself more, put more thought into his future and what he wanted to do with his life. But the truth was, Leo didn’t know what he wanted. He was still young, barely eighteen and he wanted to enjoy the last of his teenage years while he still could.

Sure, he still tried to make his parents proud, going to church with them on Sundays, conversing with their friends in the neighbourhood, trying to make a good impression, but he always managed to screw something up. He used to beat himself up over it, wishing that he didn’t stick out like he did, but apparently sticking out was exactly what had caught the attention of his father’s best friend.  It had been a slow burn at first, a little harmless flirting, Leo pretty much convinced that he’d been imagining it, especially when his father spoke about setting him up with some woman at his office, but then he’d felt that strong hand of his resting firmly on his thigh at the dinner table, slowly edging higher and higher until Leo thought he was going to burst with arousal. 

But that was a few weeks ago now, and since then, they’d moved on a lot from harmless touching, to Leo losing his virginity to the older man, succumbing to his advances and delving into fantasies that up until now he wasn’t even aware that he’d had. His parents were still none the wiser of course, and he was sure that they’d never forgive him if the truth was to come out, after all, being gay was completely unacceptable to them. But, kneeling here, between the other’s legs, gagging on that impressive cock, while his parents entertained in the next room, it gave him a rush like nothing else ever had. 

He’d worry about the truth coming out another time.

This was never something Steve had planned or wanted, his moral compass has always been an important person of who he was. Ex-military, serving his country and doing what was right even when it wasn’t easy or fair. He was also a man who believed in God, perhaps not as religious as some but that did seem to make the guilt of all of this a little more prevalent especially considering his neighbors were incredibly religious and probably would have a heart attack if they knew what Steve had done with their son and was currently doing right now in their house just a good twenty or thirty feet away. Steve should of resisted, he should of fought those urges but all the morals and dignity in the world couldn’t match those beautiful, brown doe eyes that looked at him and made him want and desire more than any beautiful woman had ever. 

“That’s it baby, all the way down” Steve whispered, voice low and a little heavy as he watched that pretty mouth stretch around his cock and that gorgeous sound of him gagging as he looked right up at Steve. Currently sitting in one of the arm chairs, belt unbuckled and pants undone with his legs spread enough for him to sit between his powerful thighs. Hand in his hair, his hold firm but his thumb brushing through his brown locks as he looked down at him with dilated, half lidded eyes and a relaxed smile on his face. Steve should be worried about getting caught, he should be worried about what this all meant or just how much trouble they would both be in if they got caught but right now all he could focus on was that stretched mouth and those gorgeous eyes. “You look perfect like this baby boy, so perfect. Like a work of art, made to be admired” He murmured as he tugged on his hair just a little bit and allowed the other to pull away from his cock to get some air into those lungs. 

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Chris had always been something of an oddity, especially now. Being an unclaimed submissive in his forties was practically unheard of, but while everyone else was off finding a claim of their own, Chris was focused on his studies, his education always being the upmost importance to him. But now it was too late, people thought he was weird, and he believed that he had no chance of ever finding someone, so he threw himself into his work. He focused on enlightening others, preparing them for the world outside of the classroom, managing to suppress what little submissive urges he tended to have.

Life wasn’t always easy, somedays were harder than others, and there were definitely days where he felt lonely, envious of those around him who got to go home to their Dominant, and feel loved and wanted. But, he tried not to let it bother him too much, convincing himself that he was happy in his little fortress of solitude. But this last semester, things had started to become a little more hazy, and a lot more confusing.

He had a new student in his class, who carried confidence like he owned it, charming and attractive in just the right way. Chris had noticed him almost immediately, taking a shine to him throughout his lectures, and apparently the feelings had been reciprocated. Blaine always seemed to be there to praise Chris, especially when he was feeling low, always going out of his way to ensure that he was okay, leaving him an apple on his desk, letting his fingers brush lightly against Chris’, and one look seemed to be all it took to get Chris to relax. It was a weird feeling, one that Chris had never felt before, and while the feeling made him anxious, it also made him feel excited. He couldn’t even begin to explain it.

He dwelled on it for a little while, until he couldn’t handle it any more and requested that Blaine see him after his latest lecture. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say to him, he just wanted to figure out why he was always so nice to him, why he seemed to single him out of all the other professors. He quickly busied himself in packing away his things, when he heard Blaine’s voice. He jumped a little, becoming a little flustered as he fumbled with his papers, before stuffing them inside his bag. “O-Oh, Mr. Anderson, y-yes, please take a seat,” he nodded, gesturing towards the seat opposite his desk. 

Blaine managed to suppress the laugh that wanted to escape his lips at the stumbling and fumbling with his papers. It wasn’t so much laughing at Chris in some kind of mocking way so much as it was out of fondness for how out right adorable the man could be. Honestly Blaine didn’t know how a man like this had remained unclaimed for so long. He was intelligent, sweet, patient and kind and was down right handsome and working the whole ‘Professor’ look down perfectly. Maybe he’d been claimed before and it had ended or perhaps he never had been, either way none of that mattered right now. Blaine was mostly just curious why he’d been summoned. He’d assumed Chris would never summon the courage to do so, Blaine had never been more happy to be proven so very wrong in this moment as he stood in the doorway. 

“Of course Professor, is everything alright you’re looking a little warm” He remarked idly, tempting to put a hand on him or check his forehead for a moment but decided to pass. He was too curious as to what his Professor had requested his presence for and didn’t want to tamper with whatever he planned to do or say by shifting the focus. So Blaine gracefully moved to the other side of the desk, sitting down in the chair - perfectly poised and smiling at his Professor as those honey coloured eyes gazed at him. “So, what did you need me for?”

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richardsandco:

Chris felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him as Stiles spoke over him to Scott, talking about him like he wasn’t even there as he focused on blowing the young man in front of him. His own cock was aching in his slacks as he serviced the other, more and more turned on as they spoke about using him for whatever they wanted for their own pleasure. In reality, he probably should’ve left the second Stiles had gotten a little handsy, because this could definitely ruin his career, but it had been so long since anyone had touched him like this, taunted him for the fun of it, spoke dirty to him that he was putty in their very skilled hands.

He moaned around Stiles cock as Scott spoke to him, bobbing eagerly along his length, before he felt another slap to his ass, and he pulled back, gasping for breath as he glanced up at Stiles for a moment, before looking over his shoulder at Scott, swallowing thickly. “I…” he started, sucking in a breath, raising a hand to wipe his mouth, “It’s been so long, I need this so bad, need you two to show me what I’ve been missing all this time. This is your chance, your chance to finally get to do whatever you want to me. I’ll do it all, whatever you want me to do,” his words were coming out quickly now, a desperate slur as he practically begged for Scott to use him anyway he saw fit. He turned his attention back to Stiles, lips parting as he wrapped them around the head of Stiles’ cock, bobbing along it eagerly as he reached behind him with shaky hands and spread his ass wide for Scott to inspect. He felt dirty, but so, so good like this, it was worth it.

His body rocked forward, not being entirely ready for Scott to fuck him like that. He groaned around Stiles’ cock, squeezing his eyes shut as his muscles clenched around Scott’s cock, bottoming out as he took all that Scott had to offer him. 

Stiles had to admit his Professor’s mouth was kind of amazing, better than any girl he’d ever had on it and he seemed to know what he was doing. Like he had experience and knowledge that no barely twenty year old had, even if it had been a while for Chris. Long fingers gripping curls, forcing him completely down on his cock only to watch him gag and choke before he’d drag him off and smack his face with his hard, dripping cock and demand he worship it. It was a hell of a rush and so fucking sexy seeing the smart, usually bashful man going to town on him like it’s all he ever wanted. Not to mention one hell of an ego boost, he might have been a dork in highschool but right now Stiles felt like a king.

Scott was enjoying himself just as much as he fucked the man’s ass, tighter than he thought and while it was different from a girl it still felt damn good and something about the sophisticated man with his ass in the air and begging like a whore made this so much better as Scott slammed into him and fucked him into submission. Smacking that nice ass and talking dirty, degrading things to the professor as the two of them got closer and closer to their releases until they couldn’t hold it in any longer. Stiles came first, gripping that hair and forcing him down as he unloaded into that waiting mouth, making sure every drop was taken as he cried out and bucked his hips and had one hell of an orgasm that left Stiles seeing stars. That sight alone was enough for Scott who pounded into Chris with ruthless power and speed before coming deep inside the man and finishing off. Soon both boys were panting, breathless and sweaty as their cocks slipped out of each hole and they grinned lazily with a sense of victory as they reached over to each other and gave each other a well earned high five.

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richardsandco:

Guy Richards had long resigned himself to life as a singleton. It wasn’t the end of the world for him, he’d gone through his wild phase, sleeping with anything with a pulse, spending his nights out late drinking, and not left with anything else to remember the night before by, other than his hangover. But, he’d matured a little now, his business was one of the top companies around the world, and he used his money to do some good in the world. Sure, he still liked the finger things in life, but he also enjoyed putting his money into worthwhile causes. His most recent investment had been the up and coming football team at his local college. He’d heard great things about them, doing his research before parting with his cash, but as he sat in the bleachers watching the game unfold in front of him, he knew that his investment had been worthwhile.

The team all seemed incredibly enthusiastic, coming off their big win, and the atmosphere in the locker room was incredibly infectious. It took Guy back to his younger days, hanging out with teammates, enjoying the banter that could only be shared in such an environment. But, while he was reminiscing, his attention was taken by one player in particular, he’d seen him on the pitch, making the game look effortless as he scored the winning touchdown, and he knew then that he was one to watch. But as he strutted through the locker room, wearing just a towel, Guy was completely enamoured by him. 

He wasn’t a shy man by any means, he wasn’t afraid to go after what he wanted, and this was no different. So when the team was dismissed, and Guy had finished his discussion with the coach, he headed outside and caught sight of Mark walking alone through the parking lot. He checked around him briefly, wondering if there was anyone else around, before clearing his throat as he caught up with the younger male. “I wanted to congratulate you on a thoroughly entertaining game, you certainly know how to work a crowd,” Guy said, holding out his hand as he gave Mark his most charming smile, “You’re the captain, right?” He knew the answer of course, he’d gotten all of the information he’d wanted from the coach, “I was wondering if I could pick your brain over a few things?”

Mark knew that he attracted quite a lot of attention, he was good looking and kept himself in great shape and was basically the star jock on campus. So when he saw the wondering eyes of one Guy Richards it didn’t overwhelm him like some might be given the man’s power and wealth. If anything it felt good and was kind of amusing to see, not that Mark wasn’t enjoying the view back. The whole dressed to impress look suited him and even if he was a fair bit older than Mark it didn’t stop the man looking great. Hell he was probably one of those guys that got hotter the older he got. So needless to say when the man walked up to him and questioning about his role as captain and apparently wanting to discuss a few things Mark looked both amused and a little bit skeptical at the suggestion - even if he was enjoying this little moment.

“Yeah that’s me and you’re the big man himself, Guy Richards. More money then god and king of his own empire” He remarked with a cocky little grin on his face and slid his hands into his pockets. Should he be subtle about it and play along with what Mark assumed to be a game or be blunt about it? He decided maybe catching the billionaire off-guard might be fun. “Right, let me guess you want to so somewhere more private to discuss things? Might this have to do with the fact you couldn’t keep your eyes off me in the locker room, looking like you would have paid through the nose if it got my towel to drop from my hip” He remarked, eyebrows raised and grinning. “I hope this isn’t your usual play dude, not that you haven’t got game but you’re not the only one here who knows every trick in the book. I mean come on, did you really come over here to talk strategy with the Captain of a college football team?”

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richardsandco:

Blaine tried not to show how much Scott’s praise seemed to be having an affect on him, he didn’t want to look that obvious, but with each word Blaine could feel that warmth seeping to the pit of his stomach, a feeling of contentment washing over him that he couldn’t help wanting to impress him more, do all he could to receive more praise. It was foolish, considering deep down he knew that he should just run away and never look back, but he couldn’t help it. Scott felt like he was the king of the campus - and in some ways maybe he was - and to just receive a hint of his praise meant that he was doing something right by him. He nodded eagerly around Scott’s cock, letting out a muffled moan as he thought about spending his days worshipping Scott’s cock - that was something he was sure he could keep private something that Kurt would never have to find out about, he still wasn’t so sure on having others worshipping him, but Scott was so sure that it was inevitable.

He pulled off Scott’s cock with a few frantic pants, desperately trying to catch his breath as his wide eyes glanced up at Scott, tongue running over his lips. “I…uh…” he started, his mind frantic with suggestions, who had he thought about, had he really allowed himself to look at anyone outside of his relationship with Kurt? But Scott wanted an answer, and Blaine’s heart was beating frantically against his chest. “Y-You…” he panted, “You and Stiles, I know it’ll never happen, you’re much too good for that. But you’re the kings of campus, everyone wants to be with you, and I…I don’t know, sometimes I let myself think of what that would be like…” his voice trailed off, averting his eyes from Scott’s gaze, a blush sweeping over his cheeks.

“He…He what?” Blaine spluttered, eyes widening as he thought about his brother and the image of him he’d always seen for himself. He couldn’t imagine Cooper reducing himself to something like this, he was always so confident and sure of himself, a new girl on his arm every week. He couldn’t even begin to imagine him hooking up with random guys just to work his way up through the Frat House. He was completely stunned at the revelation, his eyes wide as he glanced up at Scott again, blinking when his cock hit his cheek. He nuzzled closer to Scott, making himself comfortable between his legs, placing his head lightly on the inside of his thigh, eyes lifting up to look at Scott like an obedient little puppy. 

Scott was both surprised and impressed when Blaine actually said both he and Stiles was what he’d fantasized about in that way. Most pledges wouldn’t dare even hint at such a thing, too worried about the consequences and yet Blaine had admitted it. He’d been honest which is what Scott had asked for, looks like he’d been right to keep this one under his wing. “Damn, you really are impressing me tonight there” He chuckled, running a hand through Blaine’s hair as if silently praising the boy for being honest. “So which one of us do you imagine sucking that cock of yours and which one of us is getting fucked by you, huh pup? Go on, tell me everything. Every one of your fantasies about us. Don’t leave a single detail out and you might get a big reward at the end” He grinned, winking at the kneeling boy.

“Oh yeah, you wouldn’t believe what a little slut your big brother can be. All that confidence and talk shuts up pretty quick when he’s got a cock in his mouth” Scott grinned, shamelessly waggling his eyebrows at the other as he leaned back and groaned as he felt that mouth working him over. “If you ask me he’s been lying to you, making you believe he’s some hot shit know it all. Maybe we should show him who the real star of the Anderson’s brothers is, would you like that Blaine?” He asked, gripping his hair and pushing his cock further down his throat as he watched those pretty eyes looking up at him before slowly pulling his cock from those lips to let the kid breathe and speak up. 

[boysofdalton]

Blaine had flourished well both as an individual and as a Dominant since leaving Dalton Academy and moving to college. While he enjoyed his time there and had wonderful memories there was something about moving to a big city, getting out of his parent’s house and stepping into his own world that had allowed him to come into his own. His confidence was now completely genuine and no longer just for show, he used less gel in his hair and wore slightly better clothing to say the least. But more than anything living in New York meant being open about his sexuality and his role as a gay Dominant. He could be far more open with it here then he could in Ohio and while he didn’t flaunt it he also didn’t feel like he had to hesitate around the fact. 

So when Blaine found out one of his Professors, a Christoper Lawson, was an unclaimed Submissive well Blaine was intrigued. Not only because he was intelligent, sweet and adorably handsome but also because a man in his forties unclaimed was an incredibly rare thing indeed. So Blaine tested the waters, he was charming as ever and perhaps let a brush of the fingers against his hand or shoulder and a knowing smile every now and again. Nothing that could be classified as inappropriate or even that sexual, but small gestures. An apple on the table waiting for him, holding the door open for him and perhaps praising him at the end of a lecture with how wonderful the session was. Apparently it made some kind of impact because Blaine had been requested to see the professor at the end of the day. for what reason Blaine didn’t know but he found himself incredibly intrigued. Leaning against the door frame of the lecture hall, watching the man pack his bag and apparently clueless to Blaine’s presence. “You wanted to see me Professor Lawson?” He finally asked, an effortless smile and tilt of the head as he watched the other. 

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When Mark first met Guy Richards he’d been wet, almost completely naked and coming off one hell of an adrenaline rush. His college football team had just won a huge game for the team, Mark being the one to win the game for them at the least second so needless to say he’d been having one hell of a rush post-game. Having hit the showers after celebrating with the boys, in nothing but a towel and body glistening with water as he’d come out to find his coach standing there with the very man himself, Guy Richards. You didn’t have to know shit about business to know who he was, a king among men to a lot of people; basically making billions in the technology field. Hell Mark was pretty sure he had one of his phones. He was also known for probably being one of the cities most famous bachelors, getting whoever he wanted whenever he wanted and it made sense. He had power, money, good looks and confidence for days or at least that’s what people said. But apparently he was also a huge sponsor for the team and had come to congratulate them and promise big things were happening for them if the kept this up. Mark was excited like the rest of the team but couldn’t help but focus more on the fact he was pretty sure Guy’s eyes hadn’t left him the moment he came into view.

The second time the met was just an hour or two later, Mark was dressed in a white tank top that was tightly fitted with nothing else to hide his body considering how hot it was today; a baseball cap backwards, old jeans and even older sneakers. Looking pretty much like the ultimate frat boy stereotype but hey, it was comfortable and he enjoyed the look and others enjoyed the look on him. He’d been walking along when he heard a voice calling his name and glanced over his shoulder to see the impeccably dressed man heading his way. Huh, this was new. “Oh hey there, Mister Richards. What can I do you for?” He remarked, offering a casual nod and lopsided smile to the businessman. 

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richardsandco:

Stiles kicked back and put his feet up on the bed while he took the chance to ogle Peter as he quickly changed out of his wet clothes. It wasn’t like he didn’t care about how wet and cold he was, because he did, but he knew that Scott would deal with all of that, he always seemed to have this urge to protect and care for people, so Stiles was hardly going to take that away from him, especially when he was already so good at it. He licked his lips as he took in the sight in front of him, watching the drenched t-shirt cling to Peter’s toned body, showing off those abs that he was pretty sure Peter must spend hours perfecting to get them looking looking like that. “Damn, even drenched from head to toe, you still manage to look good,” he quipped, giving Peter a cocky grin as he winked at him from across the room.

Scott however was a lot quicker to react, helping Peter out of his shirt and guiding him across the room and onto the comfort of the bed nearest the window. He could feel him shivering a little his grasp, and without even thinking about it, he held him a little closer to him, rubbing his arms up and down to try and warm him up a little. He glanced over at Stiles over his shoulders and rolled his eyes at his husband’s unhelpful attitude. It was always the same, they were always so different in times like this, and yet they made such a perfect match. It baffled him sometimes, but his love for Stiles would never waver. It went much deeper than that. “You could make yourself useful, you know,” he grinned, shaking his head fondly at his husband, before turning his attention back to Peter, and tugging his sweater over his head without even having to think twice and handing it to Peter. “Already got it nice and warm for you,”

Peter at this point was pretty used to Stiles shamelessly ogling him, but whereas with some guys it could make him feel uncomfortable or a little on edge with Stiles all it would bring is a flush to his cheeks and maybe a laugh from his lips, along with the warm feeling in his stomach because in truth he liked how much they both seemed to enjoy Peter. It felt...good, he felt wanted and sometimes he even felt like showing off. “I guess this is my new look, always wet and wearing soggy clothes since apparently you’re a fan” He teased before allowing himself to be guided by Scott to the edge of the bed. He knew the moment he came in he’d start taking care of Peter, his protective instincts were very familiar to him at this point and he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of.

Before long Peter felt himself slipping into the warm, comfortable and familiar jumper of Scott’s that Peter was pretty sure he’d worn before at this point. He had a feeling they both liked Peter in their clothes, though he’d never called them out on it and why would he when he secretly enjoyed it to. It was a little baggy on him, but it sat comfortably against his skin and Scott’s scent was already on his skin, like it should be. Leaning up a little, Peter put his hands into Scott’s and tugged him closer and decided to be a little daring as he caught those lips in a slow, lingering and sweet kiss that took its time in front of Stiles before pulling back. “That’s my way of thanking you for being so helpful and useful” Peter grinned, getting to both kiss Scott and tease Stiles for not being ‘useful’ in the moment, god he’d missed these two.

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richardsandco:

Scott rolled his eyes at Stiles comment, he’d always been a lot more laid back with these kind of things, but Scott was a worrier by nature, so when Peter had missed his expected time, he’d been set on edge. Peter was never late, not when they’d booked a session for him. But, luckily for him, before he could send out a search party for the man in question, there was a knock at the door and he quickly moved to open it. He let out a sigh of relief, though the relief was quickly turned to concern when he took in his appearance. He was soaked through, and shivering with the cold. “Don’t be silly, of course we forgive you,” he said quickly, wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulder’s and ushering him into the room, locking the door behind them. “Come on, let’s get you out of those wet clothes,” 

Stiles rose to his feet when Peter walked into the room, dripping from head to toe, and while his first reaction had been to laugh, he saw how concerned Scott was and sprung into action. “Next time we’ll pick you up,” he told him, lightly patting Peter on the shoulder as he moved across the room to pour him a fresh cup of coffee. They’d bought a few beers with them for the night, but coffee would help Peter more than anything right now. “Come on, get this down you, it’ll help warm you up while Scott is playing mother hen,” he grinned, shooting Scott a playful wink, “See, I told you he was fine, you worry too much Scott,”

“You don’t need to do that, you don’t have to go out of your way” Peter started but he knew Stiles had already made up his mind. He was stubborn, beyond stubborn really and as much as Peter didn’t want to be a bother it still felt nice to know someone was determined to take of him like that. Go out of his way to make sure Peter was safe. Peter obeyed and gripped the sides of his jacket and dragged it off his body along with the damp t-shirt. His upper body coming into view, the compact and toned body revealed to the husbands, the tight stomach muscles tensing as he tugged it off; the skin glistening a little from the rain as he wrapped up the damp clothes and looks up and laughs bashfully. Even now after all this time and all the wicked things these guys had done with him and taught him he still got a little flustered around them.

“Uh, do you...maybe have something I could change into? I remember being a big fan of your comfy hoodies and jumpers” He said with a warm smile and pink cheeks as he looked at them both. 

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richardsandco:

“He’s late, do you think he’s okay?” Scott asked, pacing around the hotel room that he’d booked for the night with his husband. This was regular thing of theirs, once every week they’d book a room, call their favourite escort and spend the weekend indulging in all of their fantasies. They’d been anxious about it at first, both of them admitting that they felt like something was missing, sure they loved each other and couldn’t imagine the thought of seeing other people outside of each other. So this just seemed to be the best for the both of them, but neither of them could have imagined how it would feel to meet Peter Parker. “Maybe we should’ve arranged to pick him up somewhere?”

Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott’s concern, he’d always been the same worrying about every little thing, putting everyone else and their problems above his own. “He’s fine, Scott. If there was a problem, he’d have called us. He’s probably just running late, just grab a beer and come sit down,” he shrugged, flopping back against the bed and patting the space next to him. He’d been much more for this new dynamic than Scott had been in the beginning, it was a safe environment for them both explore things in, and he’d known that it could only make their relationship stronger, and after that first time with Peter, he’d been more than a little smug about it, taking every opportunity he could to remind Scott that he was right. “See, that’s probably him now,” he shrugged gesturing towards the door when he heard a knock coming from the other side.

Peter was late and he was freaking out a little. Normally it didn’t matter too much if you were late for a client, whatever hours you agreed on just got extended by how much you were late though it was hardly the best reputation to have. But with these clients it was different, when he’d first met Stiles and Scott he’d been rather shocked to find out they were married. Mostly because he’d never been hired by a married couple before and secondly because they were both in their twenties which was kind of young for that. But after meeting them and talking to them Peter got the whole story, best friends since five and made out once or twice as teenagers and then finally got their act together at the start of college and dated until getting married a year after college was done. It was a pretty elaborate story and Stiles had been one to embellish it a little but Peter had listened and been pretty enthralled by the whole thing. 

Needless to say evening with the couple were less than ordinary in Peter’s line of work. Sure a lot of the time they had sex (really, really great sex with some incredibly dirty things that they seemed eager to explore with Peter) but some nights they’d take him out for dinner, maybe go do something together or see a movie or once in a while when they were in a particular mood Peter would find himself spooned between the two of them as they ate junk food and watched movies. It had been five months of, well, probably some of the most confusing but best moments of Peter’s life. In other words he didn’t want to let them down by being late, so there he was soaked from the rain and all but running the hotel room and knocking on the door urgently. When the door was opened, he let out a nervous but breathless smile. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. My phone battery died and I couldn’t get a cab so had to run here and it’s kind of wet outside” He admitted sheepishly, running a hand through his wet hair and tugging off his jacket when he was let inside. “Any chance you can forgive me?”