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The sounds the journalist was making were like fuel for the cop. He has never taken anything that big into his mouth, but still, he continued, sucking while moving his head down, feeling it reach the back of his throat, relaxing it to allow it in. At first he did it slowly, taking as much as he could before starting to bob his head, each time taking less and less of it but still, he didn't stop, he didn't even noticed when he closed his eyes, all he could focus on at that moment was the way Clark tasted and those pretty noises that came out of his mouth.

Damian was actually impressed by how long it took for his gag reflex to trigger, forcing him to bend and take his cock out of his mouth. "Shit," he cursed, taking a second to recover before his right hand replaced his lips, jerking his cock to keep it hard. "You are so fucking big," he added with a chuckle, cleaning the tears that slipped from his eyes and the saliva on the corners of his own mouth before looking up at him with a devilish smile on his face.

After cleaning his hand on his own pants, the cop placed it against Clark's leg, now focusing on the way his muscles felt, feeling them while moving up, reaching his balls and playing with them for a while as his other hand continued jerking his cock, leaning down to lick at them as his hand continued his journey. It quickly moved to his chest, where it started to undo the buttons of his shirt, opening it up, revealing and admiring Clark's strong chest. "No way…" He exclaimed, licking his lips, "How often do you work out?" Damian asked him as he felt his pecs, leaning forward to get his right nipple into his mouth.

"it feels really good..." Clark admitted, shivering from the touch to his face, leaning into it and feeling his body ache for attention when Damian stopped touching his thigh. he watches him get up, and wonders for a moment if he's supposed to do so too. he shifts a little in his seat but quickly stops moving when Damian praises him again, it keeps the blush on his cheeks strong and he nods with anticipation as Damian spreads his legs open.

Clark may be naive and inexperienced, but he's not stupid. he knows what's going on and that truly gets him running, his already hardening length has grown to full mast against his pants, all ten inches of it straining against the fabric. anticipation alone has turned him rock hard and he feels a gasp inside his throat when Damian begins to pull his pants down. his cock springs free with ease, a strong and heavy thud against his chest just before Damian can grab at the base of it. "Oh-Okay…"

it doesn't even take that long or too much for a moan to already leave Clark's throat, just the feeling of lips is enough, and then another when his tongue reaches and touches him.

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Sean Teale as Tristan Silva DOCTOR ODYSSEY — 1x01: Pilot

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Luca chuckled at Dexter's words, forcing him to reminisce about the old times one more time. "Yeah… we used to say that same thing," he added, licking his lips, unsure about what he was craving, the drink in the young man's hand or the one zipping from it. "Don't worry, I won't say a thing, just don't leave them on their knees for too long, it hurts, and the pain won't let them pleasure you as intensely as you'd like. They'll try, but it just isn't the same."

That chuckle turned into a smirk once he listened to the answer Dexter had. "You are not wrong, I'm not allowed to call my students that, but there's a big difference between questioning the veracity of their papers and calling them that. And while I do like some power play, you can't tell me what I am grading; the contents are part of it, but what truly matters is the person, what they can do, and what they think. After all, you are here to learn and experience things you can't anywhere else," he added, crossing his arms across his chest with his eyebrows furrowed to seem more demanding, but no matter how hard he tried, his dominant side just wouldn't come out for the other; it was quite the opposite, really. "So, why don't we stop this nonsense and try to find a solution? I'm open to extending your deadline."

the eye roll that follows hearing the professor's voice could probably topple over the entire country, there's always someone who thinks they know better and they can stop his fun. Dexter keeps composure, though, and turns his head towards the teacher, a gentle and obviously fake smile of innocence, "we're not doing anything, sir." he takes a sip from his drink, leg still in place against the table. and the freshman still on his knees for a little longer, definitely embarrassed as his face had turn a bright shade of red. he scrambles away the moment he's told to go, which Dexter sighs about but doesn't fight it, he'll have him back the next day. maybe even sooner if he gets rid of the old man.

"I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to call students dumb, sir." Dexter replies, it's the only thing from that rightful callout about his homework that he seems to mind or care about. and yes, of course he didn't write that essay, he's never written a single essay in the last year or two. he still sits, careless, one hand against his thigh, the other clutching the beer can he takes another sip from. "Maybe I know my shit, maybe I don't. But that's not what you're grading. You're grading the contents of the essay." there's typical Dexter, not caring for anything, acting like he knows better than anyone.

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Once the tie was removed, Ben's lips stayed parted, panting for air thanks to how hot his body started feeling at the sight of the man in front of him. His eyes shifted between Weston's face and his bulge, glad that the other was lifting him since he still had his arms and legs tied up.

He was so hungry for the other's cock that even his mouth started salivating. While he swallowed the excess of it, he wished he were untied, only so he could help him take his cock out, desperate to have it inside of him, to taste it until that delicious taste of cum is sliding down his throat.

As soon as he got permission from the older man, Ben parted his lips and moved his head forward, getting half of the other's cock into his mouth before pressing them against it, sucking at it with his eyes closed, humming as the familiar feeling made him feel full and complete. He started to bob his head back and forth, trying to take more of him, but his position prevented him. Instead, his tongue began to rub against it, applying pressure to try to get some praise from Weston.

seeing how eagerly ben was nodding up at him, weston knew that he was in for a treat. some people just weren't hungry for cock like a good slut was. he soon realized that wasn't the case with the younger man though.

so of course he needed to give him what he wanted. he moved his right hand over to take the tie out of ben's mouth. making sure nothing would get in the way.

feeling the hole still having some cum was good. at least he wasn't going to need to lube up to fuck him. his spit and the other men's cum would be enough. "now come earn your next orgasm." he stood up straight again and pulled the party planner closer by the back of his head. then he fished his own cock out from his pants, almost fully hard already. "show me you deserve it."

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Kyle chuckled at Gale's words, "I'm glad I can be part of the solution to a problem I created. Why is she sick of your hook-ups? Does she not like cute guys showing up at your apartment at random times of the day?" He asked, carefully speaking in the plural, since a part of him always wondered how many other guys the other was seeing, not out of jealousy, but merely out of curiosity.

The journalist turned to look at their drinks, hiding how hard he was smiling thanks to the other's comment, shifting that into a kind one for the barman before returning his attention to his date, a word he thought he would never use for the other. "Cocktail jokes? Is that your thing?" He wondered out loud while he turned his whole body to be able to face him. "Now I'm gonna need to hear one, I don't think I've heard a good one in months."

"Can you blame me?" He asked, standing from his stool to be able to gently pull at his shirt, "Clothes fit you so good it's hard not to want to look what they tease, but don't worry, I promise next time I'll let you keep them, only because you'll give me a fashion show and you won't make me Uber back home," he winked at him, bluntly staring at his date's lips while licking his own before returning to his seat.

He took his drink and gave it a zip, a grimace appearing on his face to express how strong the lime tasted. He set it down, stirring it, hoping that would change its taste. "So… am I doing a good job? Is your dating mode growing?".

"I can understand that. I'm glad I wasn't much in a dating mood either then or I'd have had my heart broken by my hook-up." The thought to ask the other out during their hook-ups hadn't ever crossed his mind, not that he didn't like the other but, well - they'd had other things on their minds than cute date like this one. "Nah, kinda been forced on this by a friend - think she's sick of my hook ups so ironically this kind of your fault."

"It was an honour to show you," Gale teased back just as the barman placed their drinks down for them. He licked over his lips playfully, "I'll make you a drink whenever you want. I'll refrain from making a cocktail joke though ... for now at least."

"I think so? Its hard to remember given how quick you seem to get me out of my clothes. I'll have to do a fashion show for you next time, if you can stand for me to be in clothes for that long." Gale laughed properly for the first time at the hung joke, "Oh I remember ... you seemed to love my, uh, hungness." He licked his lips again, "Maybe next time you can stay over .... no need for Ubers?"

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Daniel should've stopped ordering drinks a long time ago, not because he couldn't handle his alcohol, but because of how much his account had gone up the past few hours. But how could he do that when the bartender was that hot and flirty?

"What if we didn't have to say goodbye to each other?" He proposed, his eyes down, admiring the way his middle finger played with the rim of his own glass. He didn't just reject every single guy that came up to him to go home alone.

muse: chris halliwell, 22, witch/bartender setting: your muse has been fliriting with Chris all night while he tends bar at P3 open to: males connections: bar partron ( could also be a fellow witch, demon, human, whatever)

Chris smirked as he placed the drink in front of the male again, dragging his tongue over his lips as he gave a flirty wink. This had been their thing all night; some dude or gal would come flirt with either of them, then they would turn them away to continue their conversation.

"It's almost 2am, and the bar is gonna be closing up. It's gonna be real hard to say goodnight to you," said Chris as he wiped down some moisture on the bar.

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Adryan chuckled at Allen's words. "I doubt it, otherwise you wouldn't be this vengeful for him," He added, once he shared that the other wasn't a 'perfect bottom'. Smiling once he felt the other's teeth against his thumb, seizing the fact that the other parted his lips to move his hand down, pulling his chin to keep them apart, leaning down and spitting inside of the other's mouth before pressing his lips against his, claiming them with an intense kiss, doing it for a couple of seconds before returning to his previous position.

"I'm not much of a good boy, but I think you may have potential to be mine…" he added, his smile turning into a smirk while he leaned down, resting one of his hands against the couch as support while the other grabbed the other's dick, exploring his length expertly, up and down. "Wouldn't you like me to claim this? For him to find us and discover what he lost? How much potential you and your dick have?" he looked down at his cock while he spoke, licking his lips at the sight of it, before returning his attention to the other's face.

"But before I do that… didn't you promise me a BJ?" He asked, seizing their closeness to stand up straight and point his dick to the other's lips, taking the other's hand and taking two of his fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking at them, getting them wet before taking them out and returning them to his ass. "Hope you are good at multitasking," he added while slapping his cock against his lips and getting Allen's fingers between his cheeks.

Allen opened his mouth gently to the other, giving it a sweet kiss and a soft lick to the man's large thumb. He stared at the figure up on him, feeling how his dick twitched in response. "I want to see you between my legs," Allen said softly. "He was the best blow job of my life and he took pride on it," Allen responded. He had to admit that Evan had a knack for sucking dick. And he would like to see Adryan put that to test. The first time Evan did take his dick was in the back of his car. It was quick and messy, but it felt amazing. Allen could still remember the warmth of his mouth and how he almost came right away. But this was a different occasion, and he wanted to take his time.

"I want him to find us with you being a perfect bottom, something he could never be," Allen gave a chuckle as his hands traversed over Adryan's waist. He felt his dick pulse and twitch with every passing second. His fingers reached over to his ass, gripping it and squeezing it. "You wanna be a good boy for me? Show him what he could have had?" The thumb was still on his mouth and Allen made sure to give it a gentle bite, strong enough to leave a mark but not strong enough to hurt.

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Test Muse: Daiki Johnson (Daisy Johnson, genderbent Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. universe) Plot: It could be a Mr. & Mrs. Smith situation, idk let's just have fun with it.

"It's funny," Daiki toyed with his glass full of whisky, watching the ice circle the brim of it. "The fact that you think you could work me without me knowing about it." After that, he looked up at the person, a chuckle on his face. "So… are you gonna tell me who sent you? Or I'm gonna have to do some convincing?".

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"I thought we agreed that you kappas would stop doing this," Luca said while he leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. Dexter's legs caught his attention, at which he stared shamelessly. "You can't just treat freshmen like this, you are gonna get us in trouble," he added, his attention shifting to the guy on his knees. "Go," he moved his head towards the exit to indicate to him that he should leave them alone.

"This can't keep happening," the professor added, throwing the other's last homework into the space next to him while walking into the room. "You obviously didn't write this essay. This is the first time you mentioned the impact sex had on catholic art, and that's not a subject in which you've showed interest or one in which you seem knowledgeable about so I'm gonna need you to make me another, but this time, you have to actually write it," He demanded, now standing right where the freshman was, a part of him dying to kneel and replace him, eager to relive his time in that same room. Wondering if the guy in front of him is as good as his president was.

⸻ open to bottoms ( please read my rules before interacting )

it's yet another rager at kappa alpha and Dexter finally gets to relax between his training and his exams. not that he's been spending much time focusing on his studies anyway, he's got pledges to do it for him, and on top of that he's got the dean in his pocket anyway. all his exits are covered. nobody's gonna get in his way. one of his bros hands him a drink as they walk by and he thanks them with a slap on the cheeks. that's the kappa alpha way. he's in charge and it shows. "Feels good to sit down." he sighs, his meaty legs coming apart and he brings a foot to the coffee table in front of him. and just between that extended leg and the rest of him, there's a freshman on his knees, waiting. "Where were we? Oh, right. You were about to tell me how bad you want in, right?"

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"I've never been known for rejecting a beautiful pair of lips," Adryan added while moving closer to Allen. His eyes were still exploring his body now that it was on full display. He wouldn't admit it, but he really liked what he saw.

As soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the other by his chin, forcing him to look up at him, his thumb sliding across his bottom lip, trying to make him open his mouth for it. "Is this what you want?" He asked, his eyes looking down to try and guide the other's attention, his free hand jerked his cock slowly, trying to give him a little show. "What do you think is gonna make your ex more mad? Me sucking you, the other way around, or you letting me do to you what he always asked but you never gave to him?".

Allen saw how Adryan walked around him, admiring his physique and planning out his next move. He smiled as he followed him to the couch. His fingers were quick to unzip his jeans and pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his massive dick. It was 7.5 inches long and thick, with a bulbous head that made it look like a beast. "Like what you see?" He asked, smiling. "That's what's gonna be in your ass before the end of the night," Allen said, as he stood there with his dick hanging in front of him. "And while flattered, I'm not interested in having anything at my butt tonight." He added with a warm smile as Allen sat down, now fully naked. "But I'm sure I can make you come with just my mouth, if you give me a chance."

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"Maybe it was for the best. I wasn't really in a relationship mood before, so I probably would've rejected you, no matter how much chemistry we had or how many nights I thought about how it would be to spend the night instead of waiting for the Uber to arrive. I would've just avoided you completely," he confessed, turning to dedicate him a kind smile. "But, what about you? Have you been dating this whole time, or is it something new?".

Kyle chuckled, raising his eyebrows, pretending to be worried about his fake hurt. "You told- ehrm- showed me what mattered," he added as he smirked with him. "Just a barman? You say that as if you didn't have to deal with a lot of people and learn how to mix properly. I'd love to try some of your drinks sometime," he added, winking back. "And it's ok, I do a lot of interviews, but it's not as fancy as people think, the benefits are not even good," he chuckled.

"Was it Snow White? I thought it was some weird conceptual thing," he frowned, looking down to try and remember it, trying to understand how the figure on his shirt could be the princess. "I'm afraid you are gonna have to show it to me again, because I don't see it, maybe I was way too distracted by… the hungness of… your place," he lied, badly.

Likewise it was hard for Gale to not be reminded of the few nights they'd had togehter. He kept finding Kyle's lips and thinking of how good they'd felt and tasted in their times together. "Mm yeah." He hummed, shaking himself out of his thoughts of the others lips on his, "Yeah its nice ... shame we didn't do this until pushed really."

He made a face of mock hurt, "I thought I told you everything about me between our ... uh, antics." he smirks wider now, "I'm just a barman ... not here, thankfully though this place is pretty nice. Journalist is pretty fancy though, suits you." he winks.

"Mmhm, that and I don't think I was ever that clothed fully around you." He thought for a moment, trying to remember the other week when they'd last hooked up, "My jockstrap? No - wait - I do have an embarrsing amount of Disney shirts ... was it my Snow White one," he said, only half joking now.

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Adryan smirked as he listened to the man say that he could take his time, but he didn't feel the heat invade his body until Allen told him how badly he wanted his ex to find them with his dick in his mouth. The warlock didn't know why, but that idea got him so fucking hard.

The kiss was a little unexpected, but Adryan accepted it gladly, his idea of Allen changing completely. If he had known that he had that hunger for him, he would've made a move before, but fortunately, he didn't have to torture himself with what ifs, since their tongues were already exploring each other.

"For that, you would have to agree to let me fuck you," he teased, once he had a look at his ass, since after the kiss, he started to walk around him, exploring with his eyes every single muscle and line, trying to decide what to worship first. "Or at least flip-flop, but I'll do my best." After that, he grabbed the other by one of his hands and led him to the couch in front of the door. "Take everything off, I don't want us to have to stop again," he added while he started to undress.

Allen felt Adryan's fingers touch his pecs, making his nipples hard. He groaned as his hands touched his neck. His dick was so hard and desperate to be inside the younger man. But this was his moment, this was his vengeance and he was going to enjoy every second of it. A leery and dark grin came to his face as he leaned in to the other. At first, it seemed like he was going to kiss Adryan, but only to reach his ear at the last second. "Take your time," he whispered. "I want him to find you taking up my dick in that pretty mouth of yours."

Now the kiss truly came, and Allen pressed his lips against Adryan's. He parted them with his tongue, forcing his way into his mouth and taking control of the kiss. His hand went to the back of the younger man's neck, gripping him and pulling him closer. He wasn't forceful, but enthusiasm was all over his actions. He felt his hands move from his neck to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as his tongue explored his mouth. And once he was done with it, he pulled back, a slight thread of saliva connecting their mouths. "Go on. Show me what you can do." That grin became a chuckle, his fingers raking Adryan's curls. "Show me all that shit you were saying about being the best fuck of my life."

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car ] our muses have sex in the back of a car / on the hood of a car (adryan or jay from isaac)

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿. [ car ] our muses have sex in the back of a car / on the hood of a car

Adryan kept lapping at Isaac's entrance, pressing to get his tongue as deep as possible, even separating to spit at it before returning to push his saliva inside of the other. He ate his hole expertly, using his hands to keep the other's legs above him.

Everything happened so fast that they didn't even remove all of their clothes. The warlock simply undressed the bottom half of the wolf to get access to what interested him and started pleasuring him. Not only was his desperation to blame, but the fact that they didn't have a lot of space on the backside of his car didn't help either.

The left hand of the warlock released his leg to move it around it, reaching his cock, which he started to jerk, seizing that change to lick up, reaching Isaac's perineum, pressing his tongue against it before moving up to his cock. "Was this the only reason why you agreed to come with me?" He smirked, slapping the other's cock against his right cheek while he spoke. This was meant to be a quick ride to get a herb for one of the members of his pack. "How long have you wanted me to fuck you?".

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Maldita sea. Damian thought, not that he was thinking of stopping, but watching the other so needy for his touch, flipped a switch in his brain. "Look at you, so needy, so pretty for me," he spoke, licking his lips as he caressed the other's face while his other hand removed his from his thigh, standing up from the couch in his office. "God, you are such a good boy. Someone as good as you needs more than just my hand," he praised, standing in front of the reporter and using his hands to make him open his legs.

The cop kneeled between them, taking his time to unbutton Clark's pants, wishing to remove them completely, but the fact that they could be caught still haunted his head, so he just pulled them down enough to free the reporter's dick completely. Damian's right hand wrapped around the base, "Remember, no one is here, so moan for me as loud as you can," he added, before leaning down and parting his lips at the tip, sucking at it while his tongue played with the underside of it. Now, with his consent, he would claim the reporter as his in every possible way.

"Well, yes..." now Clark's both flustered and clearly embarrassed that Damian seems so surprised that he's not had that much experience in the past. "You're... Surprisingly, not the first person to say that to me." he says, offering another shy smile at him. and then Damian's hand disappears from his cock and he feels so deprived, his body inches forward trying to capture the feeling back but he stops when Damian speaks. "No, I'm. I'm totally fine with that, I swear!"

now he's the one to reach for Damian's thigh, fingers very nearly clamping on his leg, he craves the other's touch again. "I'm not saving myself for anything, or anyone." he shakes his head, pleading and silently asking for more. "We can go as far as you want, as long as we don't get caught!"

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send me    ‘  ♡ _  ♡ ‘    and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 )  features of your muse  ( physical or personality )   that they find incredibly attractive.