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@bldrdsh asked: 9. for sparring to turn into sex for main canon kart & beck >:D

Karter had been right , Beck needed more experience with BLADES. He'd had his fair share of spats with a knife , but he normally went straight in with his fists && he'd let it get away from him . So he wouldn't complain when the hunter asks him to spar , not just because he loves the THRILL of it ... not just because of the way Karter's hair falls into his eyes sometimes when he fights .

Beck had his fists up, grip of his knife under flexing fingers - blade pointing down toward the ground . He beckoned Karter with a grin && they'd collided . The SOUND that the knives make cutting through the air is paralleled by the huffing of their breathing . Beck takes a knee to swipe at Karter's mid section - Karter swerves backward , hits Beck with an elbow to the face .

The larger man growls , desperate to throw his knife away && tackle his partner in the way he does BEST - but he won't let him win like that . He pushes back to his feet , rushes again , && there's a FLURRY of clashes before suddenly Beck feels his feet swept out from underneath him . He lands with a heavy OOF on his back , eyes screwing shut . Then a boot lands on his wrist , making his knife CLATTER from his grip .

His jaw flexes , looking up at Karter above him . His eyes are on fire .

❝ again . ❞ He grunts , tongue wetting his lower lip . Karter's face is a picture of i told you so , dropping himself down to sit astraddle of Beck && press the edge of the blade down underneath his Adam's apple . The blonde's chin tips up in response . The action is clear , I'm at your mercy . Play Nice .

Silence. ❝ you cut me , you're the one cleaning the blood up. ❞ he murmurs , voice tense under the blade . Then Karter is leaning down && they're kissing . Deep , heavy . Beck's hands run up the other man's thighs , moaning lewdly into his mouth . The cold metal relents && there's a second clattering noise as it's thrown away .

He flips them , rolling atop of Karter && using one hand to wrap the brunette's leg around him as the other runs into his hair . He kisses him again , GRINDS his hips down into him in a slow rocking movement . Dented pride is forgotten in favour of white hot DESIRE as they rub against each other , as Beck's mouth finds it's way down to Karter's shoulder .

❝ .... hmmmm ❞ He shifts , making room to slip his hand between them && stroke his palm FIRMLY over the shape of Karter through his pants . ❝ This is what you wanted all along , huh ?? ❞ a chuckle , he nips at the hunter's collarbone . ❝ don't worry - I might not know what I'm doing with a knife , but I definitely know my way around your cock . ❞

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❝ what a good boy you are. ❞ - from xander :)

Soft , gentle sounds from the ex-marine . The sheets underneath him are SOAKED through with sweat && they're cold against his skin as he SHIFTS over the top of them . Xander is crouched over the top of him , one hand pushing over Beck's stomach && up to his chest . The other hand is WORKING slowly up && down his length . They'd been at it all night , all three of them - a flurry of heat && hands . But now Lillian was in the bathroom && Xander wasn't done , Pushing an over-stimulated Beck past limits that he hadn't even been aware he HAD.

He doesn't even have the energy to lift his hips the way he wants , head ROLLING back on his neck with a WHINE as sharp pleasure STABS at his abdomen . It feels as though the finish line is forever moving further away , like he's never going to reach it && instead he's just going to fall deeper && deeper into this TORTURE .

❝ fuck - fu - ❞ whispered , his finger CLUTCHING at Xander's forearm . ❝ I can't - ❞ His boyfriend is murmuring soft reassurances . yes you can .... just one more . The words, the tone - it's all ELECTRIC.

He'll get him back for this , tenfold .

Nails dig into flesh , breathing turning to PANTING - features screwing into a grimace as he chases the high . && then it's upon him .

❝ Oh god - Shit - wait .. WAIT - ❞ every muscle in his body tenses , tendons POPPING under skin as his stomach && hips jut - hot white spurting from his cock. Xander doesn't let go , fist TIGHTENING instead , pulling from the base upward in a FIRM squeezing motion that has Beck seeing STARS . His hands fumble to try && get him off , to stop - gasping for air , for relief .

The hunter is intent on squeezing every last drop from him .

❝ what a good boy you are. ❞

Oh . OH. Chest heaves , hand winding fingers in between Xander's as he FINALLY relinquishes his grip .

❝ only for you -  ❞ he manages.

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❝ fuck me ... please ... ❞ - from rian :)

He'd been obsessed . That was the only word for it - OBSESSION . Ever since he'd looked up in the middle of the street that morning && seen him perched on the horse . He'd looked for him everywhere , not able to FOCUS on much before his eyes went drifting again , seeking out that RICH hazel colour && those dark eyelashes .

The moments they'd had together were so SHARP , so in focus. Bad jokes && rolled eyes. A couple of soft kisses out by the water tower when the evening rolled around && everyone else was already home .

It wasn't enough .

Beck tackles him behind the saloon , hands on his cheeks to hold him still as he KISSES him hard && pushes him up against the wood . ❝ you got my note , then ?? ❞ scrawled , a location , a time . Signed in that chicken scratch of his - most of the words littered with spelling mistakes .

The paper was dotted with a scent . The same scent he'd borrowed from one of the ladies he was friendly with in town . The same scent he PATTED against his neck every morning . The message was stronger than the words - The fragrance was a PROMISE .

Fingers slip between Rian's suspenders && shirt , his own breathing HEAVY && desperate . His body is a DEADWEIGHT against the other man's . If they're caught here it's over .

❝ fuck me ... please ... ❞

A moan , long && languid . Beck pushes the suspenders with more force now - pulls at Rian to turn him && press him into the wall . Lips pull like MAGNETS to the rancher's neck .

❝ ya gonna make a fool outta me . ❞ he breathes , fumbling to get his own clothing undone enough to free his length. ❝ && I find I don't care much if anyone's to figure us out . ❞

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      Kristin Ortega & Takeshi Kovacs. Altered Carbon S1E5.

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“C’mon baby, you know me, I’m a nervous girl.” Spoken as though she hadn’t seated herself between her husband’s legs, lazily tracing the ‘v’ of his stomach with her lips, a waxy trail of her lipstick left in her wake. Those sweet doe eyes fixated on him, nipping at his inner thigh before a palm came to rest to one side of his shaft, her cheek pressed to the other with a coy smile.

“Guide me.”

She'd found him fresh out of the shower , maybe waiting for her turn in the bathroom - to take off her makeup && wash the day off of her . Maybe she'd had this planned . It was hard to tell when all Beck could REALLY think about was how quickly he'd hardened when she'd dropped down between his knees where he's perched on the edge of the bed .

He can't decide on what to LOOK at , he's captivated by those big && bright , mismatched eyes . He's ENTHRALLED by the trail of red left across his skin . His gaze glazes over a little , leaning back onto an elbow so that he can watch her lazily . Waiting for that GORGEOUS mouth to slide onto him .

But instead he's surprised by the change in her tone . The way that she nestles against him && looks at him as though she GENUINELY needs his assistance .

Guide me .

A soft growl , hips lifting just a little , his chin tipping . His hand finds her jaw , fingers DUSTING over past her ear && into her hair to tousle her locks for a moment .

❝ i got you , sweetheart . ❞ They're eighteen again , Sarah shucking his pants down to touch him for the first time out in the middle of nowhere . His chest aches with how much he ADORES her && how much he wants to take her to PIECES .

Fingers are removed from her hair , taking himself in a lax grip to brush the tip of his cock over her lower lip - breathing heavy as he watches his work .

❝ c'mon baby - just a lil taste first ... ❞ he murmurs , his eyes back to being fixed FIRMLY on hers . ❝ run your tongue over me , taste what you're doing to me . ❞

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❝ god, you’re so hard ... ❞ - from fever :)

They were the worst with the teasing . The both of them , but Fever was the best at saying things so QUIETLY && seriously that it was as if he were simply pointing out a fact about their surroundings . As if he wasn't telling Beck that he missed the TASTE of his cum . As if he wasn't telling him that he wanted to choke on him until he couldn't see through the tears .

It had been going on all day today , from getting coffee to the walk through the park . From sitting at a red light on the way to the pharmacy to here && NOW in the supermarket .

They're stood by the freezers , Beck examining the brands of ice cream as if he hadn't had the FOULEST things whispered at him moments before hand . He ignores Fever , feels him come up behind him && wrap his arms around his middle like they're a sweet couple discussing what flavour they want .

The rockstar's hand drifts a little too low . To where his oversized hoodie is HIDING what's waiting to be found .

❝ God, you're so hard ... ❞

Beck blinks a couple of times , His jaw tenses . He stares long && hard at the strawberry swirl pots . His been hard on && off all day - it's an ache that's almost PAINFUL .

❝ && whose fault is that ?? ❞ soft , he reaches out && opens the freezer , picks up a tub of mango && passionfruit . ❝ don't act like you don't think it's hilarious , you twat . ❞

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idk how long ago you reblogged this but '[ SHOWER ] — sender fucks receiver in the shower but reverse' thank you bye

The water is hot , just how he likes it . It's in his face - dripping off of his hair , it's in his mouth as parted lips find their way over Tim's shoulder . Hand GRABS at the younger male's wrist && brings his arm up to slide over the slick wall as he presses closer to him .

They'd already been once , hard && rough like usual , out in the living room . Then Beck had made the mistake choice of slipping into the bathroom to grab something while Tim was cleaning up ... && here they were again . This time was different , lazy . Beck had spread && pushed himself inside of Tim with a leisure of a man that knew the power he held . He fucks him slow now , staying PRESSED up against him , chest flush against his spine as his hips ROCK into his ass .

Somehow this is better . It's ALIVE && it's torturous . The taller man moans into the side of Tim's neck - a moan that sounds suspiciously like his lover's name. That hand is pushed higher , up above both of their heads .

❝ beautiful boy - ❞ he whispers , shifting - pushing himself deeper with a SUDDEN rougher thrust before going back to the lax movements . ❝ I'm not gonna let you come right away this time , okay ?? We're gonna play a little game . ❞

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If there was anything that was HOTTER to Beck than fucking someone himself it was watching another man fuck them . The weight of Tim in his arms is delicious , the sound of his moans - the SMELL of sex && sweat in the air as Richie pounds into him . When had he gotten this lucky ??

He stares down into those blue eyes , takes a moment to brush Tim's hair out of his face && then lifts his gaze to fix Richie with a glittering look , his lips TWISTED into a smirk that he can't hold back .

❝ he's so needy - huh ?? ❞ he sucks in a breath , hips shuffling as the sensation of Tim's warm mouth slips over his head . ❝ he needs to get both of his aching little holes filled . ❞ Hips lift , pressing himself up into the sniper's throat .

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Harder? Richie huffs out a faint laugh, even as he grips Tim's hip tight and obliges the demand. But much harder than the brutal thrusts that fill the room with the sound of skin-on-skin, and he'll be pinning both Tim and Beck down just for leverage. Though knowing them, they'd probably both enjoy that. "So eager for it," he teases, gripping hair in his other hand as he looks to Beck with a panting smile.

They bring out the worst in him, but in the best possible way. "Don't be gentle with him, petal," a little patronizing, very much goading, "you know he can take it," and Richie has the gall to wink at Beck.

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Something softens around the edges when Tim says that he wants him , ENOUGH that it's a relief , enough that he's reassured that the regular Beck is still in there - that he hasn't lost himself completely to the anger. He wants to tell him on a gentle LILT that he wants him too - that he's never wanted anything more . But that's bitten back in favour of ducking his head to drag his teeth over the younger man's shoulder instead , actions submerged within a GRUFF moan .

The Marshal is helping him out , pushing his own trousers down && opening himself up to the Marine . Beck shuffles behind him , freeing himself && stroking his unoccupied hand up && down his length . The last time they'd fucked in public it had been in the privacy of a bathroom , they'd been COHERENT despite their fevered jealousy - still a level of gentleness && care . None of that was present today . Beck is letting go of himself to spread Tim's cheeks for a second , nails BITING into flesh .

❝ well , that's what you want , right ?? ❞ he grumbles , shifting his hand from Tim's neck && using his FOREARM braced against his shoulders to hold him still instead . ❝ you want someone to come out && see me USING you - want them to see that you're mine ?? ❞

His lips are next to the Marshal's ear , breath hot against his skin - he can FEEL it bouncing back at his own face.

❝ last chance . ❞ back to touching himself , shifting forward to rub himself between Tim's ass cheeks , his voice SHAKING just a little with desire as he spits into his palm && works the small amount of liquid over himself for a second ❝ you gonna be good ?? you gonna stop messing with me ?? Or d'ya need it rough && hard to teach you a lesson ?? ❞

If he were a different man he might be able to stop this, to stop it when he sees something other than lust fueled anger in Beck's eyes. But he doesn't, because he's so lost in this moment of cruelty and power and want, of knowing that Beck wants him just as badly as Tim wants him. Maybe worse, maybe much worse, of knowing that Beck can hurt him but only does it in the way Tim craves. So many men that Tim's gone to bed with either take and take without a care what Tim wants, or they flinch and recoil when he makes his desires clear.

Beck doesn't, so when Tim's cheek hits the bricks he's already letting out a small moan. "Haven't even fuckin' touched me and I want you so bad." He sprinkles that praise on with all the cruel words he's spilled tonight, not really sure why he does it except that it's true.

And his hands works open his own pants, shoving them and his underwear to his knees without needing to actually look down, not that he could if he needed to with Beck's hands pining his face to the wall. God, they're close to the door, and Tim's certain he's not going to be quiet once Beck is actually inside him. That thought only makes him shiver with even more desire and he reaches behind him, latching one hand into the side of Beck's shirt, trying to tug him closer.

"Gonna fuck me here, where anyone could see us?" Tim doesn't even try and hide the way that idea turns him on even more than he already had been.

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Every touch from Richie , every kiss to Beck's jaw - every SOUND from the soldier , all of it is tender under the pressure of his thoughts . He has to try his best not to FOCUS on any of it && just FEEL . He lets himself be pressed up against the wall , arm reaching up to run his fingers into the taller's hair as he forces himself as far back into his body as he can .

Head tips back at the mere sensation of Richie's hand touch over his clothing , opening himself up further to the TEETH at his ear . This man was going to be the death of him , he was sure .

❝ mostly your voice .❞ he rumbles , ❝ but you didn't feel bad against my tongue . ❞ His lips quirk , mostly back to sounding like himself before Richie's hand SLIPS underneath his clothing && finds his length , skin on skin . Expression slips once more, mouth parting - chest heaving in his breaths .

❝ Fuck . ❞ he swallows heavily , weight shifting from one leg to the other && hand dropping down from Richie's scalp to the back of his neck to cup there && hold him near .

❝ how you want ... ❞ he whispers . USE ME . His heart is pounding . The relief of being touched is painful PLEASURE that pools in his gut . ❝ you talk a big talk - i wanna .... feel it . ❞

Richie rumbles a pleased note low in his chest. His thumb ghosts along the edge of Beck's bottom lip. "Yeah, come up here."

He doesn't tuck himself away before he's drawing Beck up and into his orbit. He might still manage to go again, take them both in hand. He's not ruling it out yet. Nipping kisses to Beck's jaw and throat mark Richie urging Beck around to press between his own body and the wall. He doesn't wait to get Beck's trouser's open before he slides a hand down the length of Beck's body to cup him through the fabric. "This just from sucking me off?"

Wouldn't that be an ego trip? Beck so turned on from getting him off.

Tongue then teeth find the shell of Beck's ear. Richie thumbs open the fastenings of Beck's trousers and dips his hand between layers to find blood-warm flesh.

"D'you wanna fuck my hand? Or should I stroke you how I want?" Another nip to Beck's ear. "Take my time with your cock?" He starts to stroke.

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i hope u think about (fucking) me all day

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Gyorgy Lovas & Thomas Jeno Mansized, 1990 - Huge Video, dir. Matt Sterling

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submissive in the way a livestock guardian dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for