#Gaz x price

[ramvur]

got your six

[g8se]

This... Is so cursed 🤣

[ryanlovesjosh]

- Never go radio silent on me again, John. I cannot afford to lose you… not again.

- Kyle, you know damn well that I won’t go down that easily.

- I know, but…

- Shh, I am safe now that I’m with you, love…

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PriceGaz piece I did some days ago but decided to drop it now cuz of Valentines day (price and kyle deserve it)

Also special thanks to @placiotrash for making the mini/chibi Price frame art, I beg you pls check them out GRRRRR…

[lovifie]

Gaz: Price, am I ugly?

Price: You are the prettiest man on earth, Kyle

- -

Soap: Lt, am I ugly?

Ghost: Yes, stupid too.

Soap:

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[thegnomelord]

I have had a thought.

What if dragons purr when you rub their horns..

Dragon!Price x Gaz and/or Nikolai,,,

Hehdhehehe

Hmmm, I don't usually write character x character but i'll give it a try so tell me if this sucks lol

CW: SFW, Price x Gaz, horn rubbing, purring, monster cod au, soft short and sweet. 1224 words. Cross posted to Ao3

Kyle is a good soldier. Strong. Competent. Reliable. Though the fears of losing him on every mission still linger, they're eased by the fact that Price never has to worry that his sergeant will stumble in those crucial moments when a second of hesitation can be the difference between life and death. Never has to worry that his Gaz will think of himself as expendable and rush into the hailstorm of bullets. . .

Kyle is also a menace.

Especially when he's perched on his desk and giving John the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "Please, captain, just one time?" The imp of a harpy even has the gall to flutter his eyes, looking at him through his lashes because he knows how the light of the setting sun hits his eyes juuuust right to make the brown glitter like gold and amber jewels.

"Kyle." Price stresses. This really isn't the time to indulge his sergeant's need for mischief when he's got a week's worth of backlogged paperwork to go through.

"Sir." Kyle throws his tone back at him, but the way the word rolls off his tongue and he adds the smallest chirp to the end of it makes something inside him stir. "Come on mate, I promise it'll only take five minutes." Kyle's wings spread out so he can display the shininess of his feathers - peacocking transcends species it seems - the mundane dark color turned to that of rich obsidian by the sun.

"It never takes just 'five minutes'." He tries to argue, but the usual commanding rumble in his voice is gone. Price knows he's fighting a losing battle from the way his fingers itch for him to burry them into the smooth feathers and preen Kyle's wings until his treasure croons.

Kyle knows this. He's unable to hide the arrogant look in his eyes when he bites his bottom lip and leans back, muscles tensing, because he knows how such a display of his body will make John's eyes automatically roam across his hard earned muscles. "Pretty please." Kyle says, tail feathers gently twitching side to side.

Both of them know Price never stood a chance.

"That was dirty." John sighs, dejected by his own weakness. The distance between them is small, but Price purposely takes slow steps. Kyle eagerly scoots back on the desk and spreads his legs for John to fit between, hands raising to hold his biceps as Price braces his palms against the desk next to Kyle's hips.

Kyle snorts. "As if you've never stooped lower cap." He spreads his wings to wrap around Price, soft feathered wing wrists bumping against his back.

John just growls lowly in response. He doesn't resist his body's natural desire to reciprocate, to reaffirm the claim over his hoard. The atrophied muscles on his right side still ache with phantom pain after all this time, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his one remaining wing around Kyle. The combination of their wings acts as a shroud from the rest of the world, soft feathers brushing against his green scales and their scents mixing together.

Price treasures these little moments.

The peace only lasts for a few seconds before Kyle ruins it with a grin. "Now come on, give me your horns." He says, not even bothering for Price to tilt his head before Kyle's clever fingers rise up his arms to cup his face, inching closer to where his horns grow out of his skull.

Price promises to himself to hunt down and shoot whichever wanker posted the '101 ways to make a dragon purr like a kitty' on the internet. Ever since Kyle found that blasted instruction manual he's been trying to go through the entire list to verify the information. Price had seen the article in question and had nearly choked when he'd read that the author thought pulling on a dragon's tail could get them any other reaction than an immediate bisection—

Kyle's impatient fingers still just enough to gently scratch the bumpy base of his scalp around the horns. It tingles, and Price isn't able to tell if the tingling sensation is of the good kind or a bad. A small sound rolls from his throat, but that doesn't satisfy Kyle.

"Come on John, sing for me." Kyle repeats the words Price tells him when he's preening him, voice light and just at the edge of taunting. Keeping one hand around his base, Kyle slides the palm of his other hand up the hard bone until he reaches the natural curve of Price's horn. He squeezes gently and moves his hand like he's jerking him off.

"O-oh." Price is grateful he's bracing against the desk because his legs go weak. The sensation of his palm and the pressure of his hand is neither good nor bad, just unfiltered feeling that his brain can't even begin to handle, so it shoots it down his spine like lightning. The buzz of sensation catches on every vertebra and makes his wing quiver, forces his tail to wag like he's some lost puppy.

"Not what I was expecting." Kyle confesses. Price can't see the surprise and wonder on his face as John's eyes close automatically. His head tips forward to rest his forehead on Gaz's chest, brawny biceps tensing to just support his weight and claws digging into the desk with enough force to tear through the wood.

Kyle moves his hands so he's holding Price's horns in both hands. The pale green horns are smooth under his palms besides the occasional scratch or chip in them. Kyle moves his hands with slowly and methodically, changing the pressure he uses on every stroke and paying special attention to the sharp tips of his horns.

That's all it takes to turn John's chest into an geriatric engine. Price manages to groan and mumble a curse under his breath before the only sound leaving his lips is the deep baritone purr. There's no way of stopping it; If Price was in a better mind he would question why the gentle stroking of his horns has him feeling like a puddle of goo but his brain is completely fried from the sensation.

Kyle has heard him purr before but this is different. All the other times his purrs would always be throaty and quiet. Now it feels like the sound is coming straight from the bottom of his chest and, fuck, Kyle can feel it, feel the rumble shake his ribs and the desk beneath him. The sound is loud and unpolished and so raw Gaz feels naked just hearing it.

Kyle can feel his heard beating a mile a minute, his surprise making his hands still just long enough for Price to look up at him. Kyle could die happy after seeing how fucked out Price looks — pupils dilated to the size of plates, panting, red faced, so open and unguarded. Comfortable. With him.

"You've been holding out on me John." Kyle smiles softly, starting to stroke his horns again.

Price purrs even louder, his tail curling around Kyle's leg, managing to pull the claws of one hand from the desk to grip Kyle's thigh and pull him closer, draconic hind-brain desperately seeking to get more of that gluttonous pleasure from Kyle's hands.

Safe to say they take longer than five minutes.

[soaps-mohawk]

The Unicorn

Kyletober Day 8: Frottage

Summary: You were hesitant at first until he proved himself. Now you just like watching.

Pairing: Kyle x John x John’s wife!reader

Word Count: 1,133 words

Warnings: brief fear of cheating at the beginning, Frottage, badly written handjobs, a couple and their unicorn, fingering, mention of munch!Kyle

A/N: This one was fun to write...you'll see why hehe

MASTERLIST

He's cheating. 

That had been the first thought that came to mind when your husband sat you down to have a conversation. He'd just returned from months of being away, and you knew he was going to drop the bomb. There was someone else, someone younger and prettier he met halfway across the world on deployment. 

What you hadn't been expecting was for him to come out as bisexual. After years and years of marriage he'd never even once hinted at it, much less told you. Then again, you know sometimes it takes time to notice and accept these things. You wouldn't have guessed though, your rough and manly husband who chops wood and works on cars and goes fishing is also interested in men? 

Never judge a book by its cover, they say. 

What had shocked you even more was his admission that he met a man he was interested in. Fear had spiked in your heart, thinking he was going to divorce you for this man, but what he said next shocked you almost more than him coming out. 

He wasn't going to leave you, he wanted to bring this man into your relationship. 

You had been hesitant at first, worried that he might wiggle his way into your husband’s heart and you’d wind up divorced anyway. 

Then you met Kyle. 

You’ve never been so glad you decided to try. 

Your thighs are slick as you watch them, a tangle of limbs and tongues. You're seated on the lounge in the corner of the room, watching your husband and his toy. Your thighs are still trembling slightly from the near mind-numbing orgasm Kyle had given you with his mouth a few minutes ago. 

Your husband is currently cleaning the remnants of it off Kyle’s face with his tongue. 

You're nowhere near satisfied, your pussy starting to throb again as you watch them. Kyle's hands are resting on your husband's soft waist, the prominent bulges in their briefs pressed tight together. Kyle moans into John's mouth as he pushes his hips against Kyle's, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric. 

“Bloody christ.” John groans as Kyle kisses down his neck, focusing on the spot behind his ear. You taught Kyle all of John's favorite spots, all the places that drive him crazy. 

“Fuck...” Kyle hisses as John grinds against him. 

“Let me see that pretty cock.” John growls, pushing Kyle back just slightly. 

You bite back a moan as Kyle pushes his briefs down his legs, that cute, pert ass on display from your angle. His cock stands at attention, longer than he is thick, but John makes up plenty for that. His cock is thick and heavy where it sits between his thighs. Your pussy flutters as you stare at them, two beautiful men so very different and yet so much alike. 

Kyle takes John's cock in his hand, pumping it as he steps closer. You half expect him to drop to his knees, but instead he steps right up to John, closing his hand around both of their cocks. You watch captivated as Kyle rubs their cocks together, his long fingers wrapped around both. Their eyes are locked, lips parted as they both breathe heavily. 

“So fucking pretty.” John groans, cupping the back of Kyle’s neck. “Look at you.” 

Kyle sinks his teeth into his lip, his head tilting back into John’s hand. You shift in the lounge, putting your feet up on the ottoman to give yourself room. There’s a painful throb between your legs as you watch them, your fingers slipping down between your thighs to try and ease that ache a bit. 

John tilts his head down, a glob of spit landing on their cocks. Kyle’s hand spreads it across their skin as he continues to pump their cocks, his hand picking up speed. You match his speed with your fingers on your clit, your pussy already wet and pulsing just from watching them together. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Kyle groans. “Feels so fucking good.” 

John leans forward, pressing their foreheads together, both of them staring down at their cocks as Kyle rubs them together. They’re a sight, the two of them. John is always the dominant one, and Kyle is always willing to sub for him. He trusts John on a level you can’t quite understand because you’re so separated from their world. It’s different from the trust you have with your husband, but perhaps that’s why the three of you work so perfectly.

Kyle lifts his gaze, staring into John’s eyes. His kiss-plump lips are parted as he moans, the sound like a sweet music harmonizing with John’s own deep, breathy groans. You sink your teeth into your lip to hold in your own as you sink two fingers into yourself, easing off your clit to delay an orgasm. You don’t want to distract them from this moment, you don’t want to pull them away from each other. Not yet. 

Kyle’s hand speeds up even faster, his hips rolling in time with his thrusts. “Fuck, fuck.” He moans, dropping his head to rest it on John’s shoulder. 

John grips his hips, both of them thrusting into Kyle’s hand. They’re close, the telltale needy breathiness pitching their moans higher. Your own fingers curl around the arm of the chair, the wet squelch of your fingers hidden under the wet sound of their cocks. You can imagine them coated in precum, slick and shiny as they get closer and closer to their orgasms. 

“Gonna cum.” Kyle moans, his words muffled against John’s shoulder. 

“Cum for me.” John grunts, cupping the back of Kyle’s head again. 

Kyle’s whole body shudders, his hips jerking as he cums, the white fluid leaking from his tip to coat his hand. John follows almost immediately after, a long groan leaving his lips as his hips press against Kyle’s hand. It’s such a tender moment, both of them breathing heavily, leaning against each other as Kyle’s hand slows to a stop, milking every last drop they can give. John eases Kyle’s head up off his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It speaks volumes of their care and love for each other. 

John leans forward to whisper something in his ear, Kyle’s lips lifting in a smirk. They both turn to look at you as John leans back, your face warm as they meet your gaze. Your legs close around your hand as you sit there, the energy in the room shifting. 

“Not quite done yet, are we, sweetheart?” John says, his gaze darkening as he looks at you. 

No, you’re not. 

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[gomzdrawfr]

Debrief

[lyraa-kill]

I love poly141 so much I need soap cuddled up on Gaz and ghost falling asleep with his head on price’s shoulder and price hugging soap from behind and ghost fluffing gaz’s hair with a kiss on the forehead and-

[cutiecusp]

Gaz x Reader x Price Halloween Headcanons.

Tw. Mentions of sharing, voyerism. All consensual between all parties.

Gaz! Who has you pressed against the hotel window, your body outlined by the light behind you, throwing an ethereal glow around you. Your devil horns high on your head as you embrace Gaz.

Price! Who's looking through a pair of binoculars from the hotel across the street.

Gaz! Who kisses along your neck, his hands brushing your hair out of your face while he praises you for being his good girl.

Price! Who demands to see a little more, urges Gaz to shimmy your costume down a little.

Gaz! Who takes his time, has you melting under his touch, pliant in his grasp as the blindfold stays on. Part of the game, he explains. The blindfold stays on.

Price! Who is itching to get over there, and have you fall apart on his fingers, but he trusts Gaz, and he trusts you. (For now, patience isn't his strong point.)

Gaz! Who pulls your dress down, smiling at your whimper in the back of your throat as your pebbled nipples touch cold glass.

Price! Who's hands tighten around the binoculars as he sees your body, bared to him and Gaz, his mouth dry.

Gaz! Who's kneaded you into a whimpering mess, his fingers tracing torturous patterns along your skin, his teeth leaving little reminders for tomorrow along your shoulder. His hands soft, but firm as he removes your red heels and fishnets.

Gaz! Who spreads your legs a little wider before lifting you up against the window, rolling his hips against yours.

Price! With a view of a lifetime, his best friend fulfilling one of his wife's fantasies, John can't think of anyone more suited to fuck his woman.

Price! Who was afraid Gaz wouldn't agree to his plan, but you are very persuasive.

Gaz! Who kneels between your legs, licking a stripe up your folds, before settling on your clit, making you run your fingers through his hair.

Price! Who is harder than a rock when he hears you call out in pleasure, comms crackling slightly as your voice becomes higher.

Gaz! Who is putting on the show of a lifetime, his fingers joining his mouth, as your legs jellify. (He can't hear you, babe. Scream my name louder.)

Gaz! Who pulls orgasm after orgasm from you, your voice hoarse after all your whimpers and moans.

Price! Who has packed away, and on his way to watch in person.

Gaz! Who slides home between your legs just as Price enters the room, his cheeks pink, his trousers tight.

Price! Who kisses you deeply, as Gaz fills your aching pussy, the pleasure from the two of them almost too much, as John reaches for the blindfold.

Gaz! Who takes his time, each thrust just pressing against your g spot. Your voice a mere whisper as you arch your back, your soul shattering through another orgasm, your hands reaching our for purchase.

Gaz! Pulling out to finish all over your stomach before sweeping a kiss over your lips, before removing the blindfold.

Price! Chuckling as he looks you in the eye. (Round two, love?)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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[ethereal-night-fairy]

Poly 141 Masterlist

AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Silver Tongues, like Bullets - Trusting four men in the forest when you were lost was possibly the stupidest thing you could have ever done. Now you find yourself scrambling to escape their clutches. (Dark)

Christmas scenario - Poly 141 are fighting for your attention, they're trying to get you to notice they want to be with you romantically not that you notice. (Fluffy but suggestive language)

Mistletoe Kisses - second part to the above drabble.

Mistletoe Kisses - third part to the above drabble.

Sleepy - Price, Ghost and Gaz find you on your way to murder Soap (not literally).

Sick - What the men are like when sick (not poly)

Vampire au idea - Centuries have passed since Price had turned into this?..this? this monstrosity..Along the way he gathered companions to lesson the weight of time. Men like him, men that were on the brink of death, men that still had so much to live for. Men he couldn't dare to leave behind on the battlefield. By the 21st century he had his little taskforce. His boys, his lovers, his family but someting was missing. What could it be?

Photo Shop Au - the men come across some very interesting pictures

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack 141 - Sphinx!Gaz Headcanons

Tags: monster au, sphinx shifter! gaz, poly 141, cuddling, snuggling, generally just sweet vibes, a/b/o dynamics sort of??

-Despite popular belief, he is not a riddle teller, so much as a riddle solver. Gaz is a sharp man, intuitive and observant.  Even if he hadn't come from a long line of notoriously clever shifters, little would stump him to begin with. Man loves a good puzzle, which mostly extends to puzzle games or toys. In addition to a serious love of mystery movies (Benoit Blanc better watch his ass). He does keep a handful of different apps on his phone, just to keep from getting bored, and often finds himself in wikipedia rabbit holes researching anything and everything. All this being said, he will break out a cheesy riddle on occasion, just to be a big smartass.

-Gaz is very physically affectionate with his pack. Fondly pressing his head to Ghost’s shoulder or chest after a particularly lame joke. Chuckling into his shirt. Grabbing Soap by his jaw during an embrace, pressing their cheeks or temples together. Nipping his ear playfully. Gently ramming his forehead to Price’s at the evac point, a silent check in after a grueling mission. 

- A notorious biter, nothing rough unless you ask of course, but the pack are certainly his chew toys.  Leaning over to chomp playfully at Soap’s shoulder when he isn’t paying attention to him. Nipping at the plush pectorals of Ghost’s chest when he is ready to quit napping with him. Chasing and nibbling at Price’s fingers as he tries to patch up his face.  

- Also say goodbye to your personal space, as he regularly, unceremoniously lounges on other members of his pack like they're furniture, sprawling himself over his mates. He tucks himself neatly against the soft fat of Ghost’s stomach and chest, his toes buried underneath Soap’s thigh. 

-Is also very content to let other pack members drape themselves over him. Rumbling happily at a conked out Soap draped over him like a weighted blanket. If one or more are napping around him, be prepared for a cuddle puddle. Gaz craves the physical contact.

- Sphinx commonly communicate with subtle sounds or facial expressions. This being said he is expressive, his feelings written in the lines of his face. (Leading to some mad RBF at times). He also has a tendency to reply in soft hums or huffs. A fair amount of communication with his family was non-verbal. He has been warned more than once to use his words when displeased. 

-Let’s not forget purring, and boy does he purr. Price was positively chuffed when he first heard it, a low rumble that he could barely make out above the mechanical roar of the helo. The op had been exhausting, and Gaz and slumped against his shoulder within the first 5 minutes of their trek home. Safe. Gaz felt safe. Safe enough to rest openly against his captain. It made his heart swell. Price settled in, adjusting the younger sergeant more comfortably before crossing his arms and relaxing himself. Letting the soft rumble lull him.  

-Gaz also possesses a deafening roar. His harmonics can paralyze and injure most in proximity, even deafen. And if you're small enough, completely knock you over with the force of it.

-there is an inherent magic to felids, and this extends to Gaz, who has the ability to see (or at minimum sense) most spirits and spells.  We've all seen cats stare into empty corners…well, they're not staring at nothing.

-yes the purring is indicative of a safe and happy sphinx, but there is a subtle magic to this as well. The resonant purr having a calming effect on those around him, he has lulled more than one pack member into resting with it. Sit with him long enough and you will be handed one ticket to sleepy town junction, whether you like it or not.  No one is immune. 

-Gaz has the sharpest eyes out of all the pack, making him an invaluable sniper. He also shares enhanced hearing, smell, strength and an improved healing factor. 

-There are differing species of sphinx, with their own unique shapes and dispositions. Gaz, even in a full humanoid form still possesses visible characteristics of his species (androsphinx), slitted pupils, long tufted tail, and most notably large wings.  

-Gaz’s wings are bulky, and not designed for extended periods of true flight. While possible, it takes a great deal of energy. It’s something he has to prepare for. They serve him better as enhancements to movement, such as gliding, covering large distances or scaling great heights.

Gaz���s wings can also produce a tremendous gust of wind, and act as a shield for certain types of damage.  

-Gaz, similarly to Price can control his shift, able to alter his body in varying degrees of change. Though some things cannot be completely deteriorated, such as his eyes, wings and tail. Most sphinxes are gifted a unique article as children, usually a piece of jewelry with a glamour charm. In Gaz’s case, this a small  paracord bracelet, its subtle and durable, ideal for his line of work. Other charms can be made, though the charm is tedious to apply. His hat, as well as charming gold earring, all have the same charm applied. 

-Unlike Price and Simon, Gaz’s nature leans less towards possessiveness (though it’s still present), but rather a fierce protectiveness for his pack. He is the peace keeper, a pillar of emotional stability and comfort for his mates. Who he serves not only physically, but emotionally as well. Any slight towards his mates is unacceptable, and while they may forget or forgive, Gaz will not. He will protect them viciously. If not with the gun in his hands then with teeth and claws. 

-Sphinx are territorial. While most are able to tell the difference between deliberate intrusion and accidental trespass. Gaz still gets antsy about the 141's barracks. That he has self declared as exclusively his territory. Like a guard dog who wasn't given permission to bite (yet), he follows any perceived intruder around at a distance, watching around corners in case they try to touch anything. 

-Perhaps even more serious to him than the barracks? His room. A den he calls it, but it's really a nest. His nest is well guarded and maintained, his sanctuary of safety and comfort in a profession full of bloodshed and adrenaline. As social as sphinx are it can be a difficult thing to be away from his pack, and so he keeps articles of clothing from his lovers, weaves them into his nest so the scents weave and surround him like a warm blanket.

-Gaz, thinking himself a rather clever shit, had taken to stealing the items at first. Well not stealing per se, borrowing really. He gives them all back…at some point. In the beginning, while the pack had gotten close, his nest was sorely void of real comfort. It was childish by sphinx standards, to still need a nest after one had left home in their solitary journey. Too embarrassed to outright ask, he took to snagging clothes from the laundry room, washed, but his pack mates scent lingered just enough to tie him over. Only to be replaced with something else when the scent faded completely. 

-Ghost, of course, was the first to notice. Being forgetful was something Ghost was not. And he knew when his favorite hoodie was missing god damn it, only to mystically appear when he pulled his clothes from the dryer, just for another favorite, an old soft band t-shirt, to come up missing next. Ghost clocked him soon afterward, catching the little thief by the familiar scents that clung to Gaz when he shuffled into the kitchen that morning. 

-After a stern conversation with his Lieutenant, Gaz explained himself with burning cheeks. Ghost hadn't said a word, only yanked his current sweatshirt off his shoulders, shoving it into Gaz's hands. “Go on then, and bring me my other one back" he grunted.

-From then on, like clockwork, Gaz retrieves his treasures. Swapping out clothes for new pieces, warm and scent heavy.  Price is sure to drop off extra when he anticipates being on longer missions. Soft cotton sweatshirts soaked in his honey-tobacco scent.  Why no he did not shift and then wallow on these clothes like a chinchilla to make sure his scent sticks…ignore all the dog hair. 

-It would only get better once his pack began to tumble in bed with him, their scents mingling, soaking into his plush blankets. Now, Gaz sleeps soundly, purring serenely against the skin of one or more of his mates.

[ramvur]

did this lil trend

[g8se]

✨Girls✨

[ryanlovesjosh]

은​방​울 Lily of the Valley

- I’ll give you something unforgettable… my love is “this” flower in your hands, Kyle.

IIIIII

Inspired PriceGaz piece by a song I listened some days ago; I legit couldn’t stop listening to it and being a complete sad bag sigh.

Song is “은​방​울 (Lily of the Valley) by DANIEL”

Alsooo, wanted to thank every like, reblog and followers on my last post!!! I posted it in mind of only sharing my love to PriceGaz to some fellow shippers, but wow, the outcome of it blew my mind. I didn’t expect this much love… sigh tysm from the bottom of my heart. 🥹❤️ xoxo!

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap:"do you think graves is fucking his shadows?"

Gaz:"oh definitely!"

Gaz:"look at the way they act with him. It's like when I started working with Price."

Soap:"did you just admit to sleeping with Price?"

Gaz:

Gaz:"Tell Price I told you and imma put a bullet in your head, John Mactavish."

[prettyboyformasks]

literally can't stop thinking about this one twt about rich husbands nikolai nd price + their pool boy, gaz, just tryna pay for college.

they sit and watch one day as he cleans their pool, gets all the icky stuff out. praising him for doing such a good job because they see the way it makes his knees go weak.

offering him drinks and flirting with him as they sit and drink together, watching him squirm as they hit on him. the poor boy doesn't know whether or not they're genuinely flirting with him or just being nice.

gaz finally finds out when price is holding onto his thighs while he fucks up into him, nikolai gently stroking his hard, leaking cock while he covers his beautiful, dark skin in kisses and hickeys. "doin' so good for us, kid. takin' me like you were fuckin' made for it," price mutters in his ear, only hearing whimpers in response.

they switch positions, letting gaz lay down over the pool chair. price fucking his throat while nikolai slams his cock in and out of gaz's once-tight hole.

gaz mumbling around the thick shaft that he's so close, needs more. "gonna cum, baby boy? yeah?" nikolai mumbles against his throat, biting down on the tender skin. gaz nods rapidly, his body trembling as price pulls his cock from his pretty little mouth and strokes it.

he sticks his tongue out while he waits for price's hot, sticky load to cover his face. gaz's moans get louder and more high-pitched as nikolai pounds his cock against his prostate, stroking his cock and milking every last drop of cum from him.

price finally shooting his load all over gaz's face, getting most of it in his mouth while he watches his husband's thick cock fuck into him. nikolai filling gaz with his seed, pulling gaz's hips into his to make sure he gets it as deep as he can.

ermm sidenote dnt bully my writing i know it's bad but BRO i need to get this stuff out of my brain and on tumblr cause u guys r freaks !! <3