#and it’s actually like I just got off without a layer between and added lube cuz I got some for free

[faeoffline]

you ever jerk off and it’s so good you discover things abt yourself? jesus christ I didn’t know I could feel that good Hello I’m normally completely silent and I was not fully silent cuz it felt so good which is crazy for me

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 1: Rimming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,560

Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!

“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,”  Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?”  “Something called Anal Punisher 3.”  “Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate.  “I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.”   “As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.”  “That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head.  “Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.”  You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse.  “And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.”  It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.”   “Sorry love,”  “But  y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.”  Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?”  “Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.”  “If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.” 

But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips.   “Benny?”  “Huh?”  His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him.  “Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,”  “What?”   He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying.   You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.”  “Think?”  “Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?”  “Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion.  “You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.”  “Mmmm,”  “I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?”  “Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again.   “Don’t you want me Benny?”  He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.”  “You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at.  He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes.   It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.  

Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck.  “Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?”  You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?”  Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.”  It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant.  “What do you mean Benny?”  “Ummm....arse.....cock.”  It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?”  “Yeah,”  “Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?”  Ben nodded.  “Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?”  He nodded again, “Yes. Please.”  You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap.  Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken.  “If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,”  He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom. 

Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind.   It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.”  It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically.  “You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.”  Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed. 

You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you.   All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.  

It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he���d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.  

Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked.   “Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have.  Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt.   With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own.  Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole.   It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again.   And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding.  Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole. 

You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum.  “Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?”  Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle.  Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again.   “God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you.  Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so. 

Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more.   “God Ben. You’re hard right?”  Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes.  "So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.”  You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders.  Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance.  “Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.”  Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices.   A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him.  Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace.   Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something.   “What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him.  “Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot.   And then he began to fuck you.   You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.  

You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse.   It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided.  But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release.   You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you.   Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan.  He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.  

It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out.  “Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet.  With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too.   He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours.   You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly.  Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed.   “Are you okay?” He asked slowly.  You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.”  He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.”  With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?”  “All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.”  “Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.”  His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?”  “Only spit and my cum.”  “Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?”  “It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.”  “Babe!”  “Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.”  “I always want you badly.”  You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?”  “You liked it?”  “Well you were very thorough.”  Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again.  “I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.”  “Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.”  “What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?” 

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[kelyon]

Golden Rings 21: An Owner

The Storybrooke Sequel to Golden Cuffs

In which Lacey just wants to belong 

Read on AO3

The condom box was open. 

Lacey Gold looked down at the crumpled plastic bag in the back seat of Mr. Gold’s Cadillac with a sickening dead feeling in the pit of her stomach. She hadn’t brought the bags in last night. It had been raining too hard and she’d been too upset after she’d seen him… seen them. Her husband, and a man she didn’t know, standing close together. Touching. 

Mr. Gold never touched anyone if he could help it. He hadn’t touched her in six months. 

And now the condom box was open. And the lid was popped up on the tube of KY jelly. And there was an empty black wrapper on the red carpet of the floor mat. And last night Mr. Gold had taken the car out late and had come back even later.  

She should be grateful that there was no sign of the actual used condom. She could imagine the thing, a limp white tube, like the skin of a snake after it had shed. Would finding it make her feel any worse? It was bad enough to imagine it sliding into a garbage can, or being casually tossed out the car window. The end of her marriage--of her life as she knew it--was nothing more than another piece of litter on the highway somewhere. 

Trash. Mr. Gold had always said she was trash.

Eyes burning, Lacey grabbed the plastic bag and headed back into the house. Mr. Gold was coming out to the garage. She pushed past him.

“Aren’t you--” he began.

But she cut him off with a “No!” and unlocked the door to the kitchen. Alone in the unlit room, she braced her hands against the counter and faced the wall.  

She sounded like a child, a two-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. For a second she wondered if Mr. Gold would come back. Maybe she hoped that he would. Maybe she hoped he would come into the kitchen and ask her what was going on. As if both of them didn’t already know. Maybe she hoped that he would comfort her--that he would try to offer some sort of explanation. Maybe she hoped that he would yell at her--that he would tell her enough was enough, that he had expectations of her behavior and he didn’t give a damn how she felt. Maybe she wanted to yell at him.

No, she definitely wanted to yell at him.

That was probably why he didn’t come into the kitchen. Over the pounding in her ears, Lacey heard the sound of the Cadillac starting up and pulling out of the garage. Mr. Gold had to open the shop, after all. That had to be more pleasant than having another emotional confrontation with his hysterical madwoman of a wife.

“Coward,” she spat. Somehow, it felt like the worst possible thing she could call her husband. “Afraid of having a fucking honest conversation.”

She was still holding the bag by the handle. Strange that the plastic hadn’t melted in the heat of her rage. Strange that the cloth clutch in her other hand hadn’t started smoking. There was fire in her heart, magma flowing through her veins instead of blood. She wanted to explode. 

She was going to explode.

Stomping through the halls and up the stairs, she threw open the door to Mr. Gold’s bedroom. It had been more than a month since she had last set foot in this room, not since the shitshow that had been their anniversary.  

Lacey didn’t dwell on coming back here. She didn’t look through the empty space inside the armoire where her clothes had been. She didn’t go into the bathroom and see if her husband had let his toiletries spread out, now that hers weren’t in the way.

She didn’t look at her pillow, at her half of the bed they used to share.

What she wanted was under the bed. Three custom-made burgundy leather cases on wheels. They looked like luggage, but they had never traveled farther than Mr. Gold’s cabin. Lined up in a row, they took up the entire length of the bed. 

There was a small padlock on each case. For most of her marriage, the three keys to these three locks were the only keys she had. Mr. Gold hadn’t trusted her to come and go in his house or his shop or his car. But he had allowed her to own these. The care and keeping of their toys was her responsibility. 

Now there was a layer of dust on the leather. Mrs. Gold wiped a streak off with her hand, then wiped her hand on her beige suede skirt. The dust blended in perfectly with her ugly, colorless clothes. Her ugly, colorless self. 

 Grunting with effort, Lacey hoisted the cases up onto the bed. Clouds of dust billowed up and fell onto Mr. Gold’s coverlet but she didn’t care. Let the bastard breathe in the disuse, let him choke on it. 

One by one, she unlocked the cases. It was easier than she would have thought, after so long. But she knew the turn of these keys like she knew her own body. The motion was fluid and smooth. Even after all this time, the click of these locks opening up sent a tingle up her spine.

It had been a ritual, once, that always began with the opening of these locks. Sometimes Mr. Gold would tell her exactly what she should bring to him. Sometimes he gave her more freedom--she could pick out a selection of what she wanted or what she thought she could handle, and then he would choose which option suited him best. Sometimes he ordered her to open the cases and wait, kneeling on the floor in an empty room. He would decide what to do with her, and she would have to take it without complaint. 

Though the outside of the cases was dusty, the black velvet lining was still pristine. The contents inside were as beautiful as ever. She used to spend hours taking care of these things. Polishing the inlaid wooden paddles, rubbing the leather restraints with saddle soap, making sure the metal chains always gleamed like new. It was all high-quality, the best money could buy, so much better than a cheap slut like her deserved.

Every item had a home, and they were all laid out, neat as the jewelry cases in Mr. Gold’s shop. The dildos and butt plugs were lined up according to size, with length taking priority over girth. Coiled ropes were likewise organized by thickness and weight and how much they could hurt her. The jewel tone colors of glass and metal and silicone stood out from the black velvet, lurid and enticing.

Lacey’s fingers grazed gently over the candles and the ball gags, the collars he put her in when he wanted to feel especially owned. Clamps that used to pinch her sensitive spots, with small, polished weights that added to the pain. Mrs. Gold had taken so much pride in these things and what they could do to her. What Mr. Gold could do to her.   

The final case was more of a catch-all, where she stored the condoms and lube and massage oils. Rubber gloves, because Mr. Gold was particular about how dirty he got his hands. And the first aid kit, for when that was necessary. Rope-cutting shears, burn cream, sterile bandages and antiseptic. Everything in the last case was the sort of thing she liked to buy at the drug store all at once, to make it obvious what they were getting up to on any given day.

She had always bought more than they would ever use. That was part of the game, part of letting people wonder if they were really seeing what she was showing them. Even when Mr. Gold was fucking her three times a day, she bought enough supplies to make it look like it was ten times a day. The two of them were sex gods--or sex demons--and they wanted the whole Goddamned town to know it. 

That was why she had bought the stuff in her hands now. She’d wanted it to look like things were normal. She’d wanted to feel normal, to pretend for just a few Goddamned minutes that the whole of her reality wasn’t ripping apart at the seams. 

So she’d bought a box of condoms that she thought would never be opened. She’d bought a tube of KY jelly she thought would never be used. For the sake of… what? Nostalgia? Keeping up appearances? Hope?

Had she really hoped that they would ever use these things again?

Lacey let out a muted shriek, a pathetic mewl of rage. It was as much noise as she could make. In a blur of motion, she spun on her heel so she wouldn’t have to look at the cases. 

But everywhere she looked there was a memory. Her and her husband, using these toys, experimenting with her body, testing her limits all over this room. They’d loved it. Even if they hadn’t loved each other, they’d loved sex. They’d loved playing games together, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain, between humiliation and adoration. He loved owning her, and she loved being owned.

All of that was gone now.

“What’s the point?” she whispered. 

She’d been trying, ever since their anniversary. She’d been trying to be more than just his sex toy. She’d thought that she could be someone else, more than just Mrs. Gold. She’d thought that allowing herself to care about her family again would help.

But she couldn’t be just Lacey French anymore either. It was good to be able to talk to her dad and her friends again, but they weren’t her husband. They had no place in her sex life. She couldn’t even talk to them about the kinds of things that got her off! Platonic and familial ties were not the same as the sheer eroticism that had once defined her marriage.

Had once defined her.

Why did it still hurt? It had been months since Mr. Gold had wanted her. Why did it feel worse, now that she knew exactly who he wanted instead? A man. That was his "Belle." A gorgeous, trim, bad boy in expensive clothes. Honestly, it made sense. Of course there was no woman in Storybrooke named Belle. That was just a nickname Mr. Gold had given to him. 

It didn’t surprise her that Mr. Gold was with a man. She knew him too well to be shocked by that. Though they’d never actually gotten anyone else to play with them, he had prepared her for an encounter with anyone of any gender. He felt the same way about men that she felt about women: Beauty was beauty. Pleasure was pleasure. Sex was sex.

I love you, Belle.

And love, apparently, was love.   

Lacey dumped the contents of the bag from the drugstore into the third case. If Mr. Gold wanted to use this shit on his Belle, he was welcome to it, he had keys just like she did. She zipped the cases closed and fastened the padlocks. It wasn’t until she began hoisting them off the bed and onto the floor that an idea finally snapped into place: 

Fuck him.

She squeezed her palm around the leather handle of the first case and considered the thought for a moment. 

Fuck him.

Screw him, Janine had said, the first time she’d told her about Belle. That man is cheating on you and you don’t even get the satisfaction of walking away? 

When she’d had that conversation with her cousin, Lacey hadn’t been ready to leave Mr. Gold. Even now she wasn’t ready to walk out. How could she? She didn’t have a job or enough money to live off of. Things may be easier with her father, but she had no intention of moving back into her childhood bedroom or working at the flower shop without pay. 

The most independence she had been able to exert was moving her things across the hall to the guest room. It had felt like an exile, a self-imposed banishment. But maybe she could make that room feel a bit more like home.  

She took a breath. It felt like the first full breath she’d taken since October. Carefully, one by one, she wheeled the leather cases full of sex toys out of Mr. Gold’s room. They didn’t fit as well under the bed in the guest room--she had to push them snugly under the metal frame. It would be hard to get to them in a hurry. But they were there. They were hers.

Mr. Gold had nurtured her appetites, but he hadn’t created them. He didn’t own them. Lacey had always been a girl with a healthy imagination. The fact that she used to read every book she could get her hands on--including romances novels that were not age-appropriate--only added more fuel to her burning inner fire. 

He had expanded her horizons, he had given a form to her yearnings; but she had been looking for an adventure for as long as she could remember. Sex with him had been everything she’d ever imagined. Everything they’d ever done together was something she’d thought about doing when she was just a curious young woman, alone at night in a twin bed above the flower shop.

She’d wanted sex before Mr. Gold. She could want sex after him. 

In the early morning, with the lights off, the bedroom was a murky gray. Lacey pulled down the blinds and drew the curtains to make it even darker. Her heart was already racing, just from thinking about what she was going to do. Down in the kitchen, her pulse had pounded with the fire of anger, but now she was filling up with a sweeter, darker heat. 

She stepped out of her heels and began to unbutton her blouse. She unzipped the skirt that was the color of dust, of disappointment, and rolled down her opaque brown tights. She didn’t look in the mirror until she was naked. 

Stripped bare, except for her wedding ring. She couldn't take that off yet.

It was impossible to judge her body when it was like this. Without clothes, without a costume, she felt like she had no identity at all. She didn’t even have the marks and bruises that Mr. Gold used to brand her with. She looked like a naked Barbie doll in the bottom of a toy chest.

 Lacey had grown up knowing she was pretty, and not caring much. She had never watched her weight, like Mara, or worried about getting zits like Janine. She was lucky to fit the mold set by other girls at Storybrooke High. She’d looked enough like the models in magazines that it didn’t matter that she’d never be able to dress like them. 

After she married Mr. Gold, his opinion had become the only one that would ever matter. Her body became a mannequin that he could dress and pose as he saw fit. Sometimes he told her she was beautiful, though it was just as likely to be an insult. A pretty face with nothing behind it, just how I like my women.

Was that how he liked his men? Was that what Belle was like?

Scowling, Lacey put her hand to her breast and squeezed until it hurt. When she took her hand away, she saw the pink marks on her pale skin. 

That felt better. She breathed.

Still looking at her face in the mirror, Lacey cupped her cheek with her palm. Slowly, she dragged her hand down over her jaw. Two of her fingers caught against her lower lip, pulling down at the red inner flesh. She breathed.

Her hand rested over her throat. Ever so slightly, she pushed in, until she could feel the pressure, until she could feel her heartbeat against her fingertips. It was almost as good as a collar. Almost as good as Mr. Gold’s firm grip around her neck.

Back to her breasts, but gently this time. She was allowed to enjoy her body. She was allowed to awaken her senses. She stretched her arms up over her head, then brought them back down to her torso. Whenever Mr. Gold decided she had earned some pleasure, he would permit her to touch herself like this. Slow. Deliberate. Savoring herself. He liked it, sometimes. He liked to watch her. He liked it when she prepared herself for him.

Of course, Mr. Gold never allowed her to make herself come.  

She gave herself a final look in the mirror. There was a soft blush in her cheeks, and her pupils were wide. She licked her lips and got into bed.

The sheets were cool against her flushed skin. At first, she stretched out like a starfish, arms and legs spread wide. Then, she slowly brought her hands back to her body. 

With one hand on her diaphragm, she felt herself breathe. In, and then out. A peaceful, natural rhythm. Lacey had read a story about tantric sex once, about how it started with breathing together with your partner, that breath represented the sacred give-and-take between two people. Mr. Gold had no patience for that kind of thing. His version of give-and-take always ended in him taking more than he would ever give. 

He’s not here now. A woman's voice murmured in the depths of Lacey’s head. This is about you, sweetheart. What do you want? 

 “I want…” she whispered. Her teeth chattered as her hand crept lower down her belly. “I want…”

She let herself relax. She closed her eyes, let her weight sink into the mattress. She let her mind drift off wherever it wanted to. 

Using her other hand, she rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. This hurt too, but it was a gentler pain than when she’d left the marks. It was a soft burn, that resonated with the growing warmth between her legs. 

“You like pain, dearie.” This voice was different than the first one. It was a man’s voice, high and mocking. She liked it. “Pain makes you wet!”

The man’s voice was right. When she slid her palm over the short hairs on her pubic mound--she hadn’t shaved in weeks--and dipped her fingers between her lips, she was coated in a sticky layer of warm fluid. 

“Good girl.” Now his voice is low and rumbling. “I knew you could make yourself wet for me.”

“Rumple,” Lacey whispered. She didn’t know why she said that. She only knew it felt right.

“Rumple!” Her voice is a high, keening whine. Her husband has kept her teasing herself for hours now. He has enchanted her to be unable to bring herself to completion no matter how hard she tries--and she has been trying very hard. “Rumple, please…”

“Please…” She covered her pubic area with the flat of her hand and slowly began to curl her fingers. 

“Please what, dearie?” Her husband chirps. They are in the dining room of their castle. He walks a spirited dance around her, while she has her legs and back bound to the stone wall. He is fully dressed and she is naked, just like old times. The only difference is that she isn’t wearing her cuffs. Instead, both of them have their golden rings. 

“Please let me, Rumple,” Lacey begged to no one.

He makes a noise, a play-mournful tut. “Is something troubling you, little thing? Do you have an itch that you cannot scratch? A desire you cannot assuage?”

 “Yes!” she gasps. Her hips rock against her wrist. Her hand is buried in her secret places, but her efforts only stoke the fire without easing it. 

Pretending to be thoughtful, he taps his finger against his lips. “I don’t think you’re wet enough,” he says. Apparently he is deaf to the rhythmic sloshing noise coming from between her legs. “No, not nearly as wet as I know you can be, my sweet slut. Not wet enough for the Dark One’s whore!”

Lacey’s back arched at those words. She felt her cunt quiver under her fingertips. Her breath was coming faster now. 

His breath is hot and cruel against her ear. He holds up a riding crop for her to see. “Are you ready for me to make you wetter, my thing?”

“Oh!” she moans. But she knows that isn’t an answer. He won’t do anything until she gives him an answer. “Yes,” she cries. “Yes, please!”

The crop comes down against the outside of her thigh. Behind her closed eyes she sees it as a lightning flash in brilliant red. The burning pain piles on to her lust, pushes her to yet another peak.

“Oh,” Lacey groaned. With her free hand she rubbed at her outer thigh. Could she feel the burning from her fantasy? Or was it just her fevered imagination?  

Again and again he strikes her. The pain courses through her body and sends her mind to that place of sublime safety and peace. He knows what he is doing to her, and they both love it. This is what it means to be owned: To know that he knows her so well, that he wants only what she wants, even the things it would shock another man to give her. She rests in that certainty. She lets herself go.

“Please,” Lacey said again. Her orgasm rose up in her belly. God, her first orgasm in six months. The first one she’d taken without permission in as long as she could remember. She stayed in the fantasy. “Please, Rumple, will you tell me I can come?”

The moment where her husband doesn’t speak is interminable, unendurable. If it weren’t for the enchantment, she would have already come a dozen times. She wouldn’t have been able to stop herself. His eyes lock onto hers, black and gold and beautiful. His mouth opens, his pink tongue darts over his gray-green lips. When he speaks, his voice is low and natural, sincere. 

He sounds just like Mr. Gold.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he breathes.

It was like a firework went off in her body. A thousand fireworks. The whole Goddamned Fourth of July happening within a single instant. Lacey shook and moaned and clamped down on her own hand. Over and over, she clenched and released. She pushed herself to peak after peak, while she imagined the cackling demon, the monster who loved her and who had helped her find this pleasure. 

Limp and boneless, she slides down the wall onto the floor. He is there to catch her, to hold her while she trembles through the aftershocks. They sit together on the ground while he cradles her in his arms.

“You are so good, my darling.” He soothes her with words while she is too wrung-out to speak. “You are the most marvelous creature in the world.”

“Yours,” she whispered to a lover who wasn’t there. Laying on her side, she wrapped the blanket around herself so it felt like his arms. “I’m your creature, Rumple. I love you.”

“And I love you too.” He kisses her, caresses her. He runs his hands through her hair. “Gods, Belle, I love you so much.”

Lacey’s eyes popped open. She sat, bolt upright, in bed. 

Fuck. She was going to barf. She was going to implode. This was worse than finding the box of condoms. This was taking a bite out of an apple and finding half a worm.

Fuck!

Grabbing one of her pillows, Lacey flung her face into it and screamed. It was so fucking unfair! Bad enough that this bullshit was in her real life. How the hell had Belle invaded her fantasies too? 

“Jesus!” She threw the pillow down and smacked her head into her hands. Her fingers reeked of pussy. She had never hated a smell so much. How fucking unfair, how fucking absurd was it that she couldn’t even masturbate without feeling like a failure?

Her husband would never love her. Even when she dreamed about him, he was crooning over someone else. She had to get him out of her head. He had replaced her a long time ago. She would have to give him up too. 

She would have to give herself to someone else. 

Moving automatically, she got out of bed and went to the bathroom down the hall. She took a shower--long and hot--and covered herself in layer after layer of soaps and lotions and perfumes. Anything to get rid of the stink of desperation that seeped up from between her legs and clung to her fingers. 

Should she shave her cunt as well as her legs and armpits? Yes. Yes, she wanted to be ready for whatever would happen next.

  Back in her bedroom--not the guest bedroom, her bedroom, Goddammit!--she pulled out a long-neglected drawer of lingerie sets. Lately, she’d just been grabbing the first pair of panties she could get her hands on, and whatever bra was most comfortable. Whenever Lacey stopped by Sugar’n’Spice, Mara informed her of the joys of sports bras and underwear made of cotton. But she hadn’t been willing to take that step yet. It felt like giving up. 

Today she wore a bustier that Mr. Gold had never liked. It was dark, royal purple, trimmed in black lace. Silver hooks fastened it up the front. Lacey had bigger boobs than her tiny frame would indicate, but she was still grateful for the pale mounds of cleavage that this bustier produced once she had it on. She had to dress to impress. 

A tiny thong in black lace and purple silk matched the bustier. The space between the end of the bustier and the start of the thong revealed a thin strip of pink flesh. When Lacey pulled the elastic waistband it snapped against her skin and stung. Oh, that felt better. 

The more clothes she put on, the more relaxed she felt. This was right. This was normal. Wide-holed fishnet stockings, one of the shortest skirts she had--the black one with an electric blue tulle underskirt. A black blouse that was low cut enough and transparent enough to show off her bustier. Her hair went up in a wild, messy bun. She wore silver jewelry and slut red makeup. The final touch was to slip into her tallest pair of shiny black heels.

It was a lot of dressing up just to go downstairs, but it was the most settled she’d felt in a long time. No longer a naked Barbie, she knew who she was. Even without Mr. Gold, she could still be a walking sex dream. Strutting through the halls of his house, she finally felt worthwhile.

She went to his study, to his desk. She sat in his big leather chair and took out a bottle of his liquor. Johnnie Walker Blue Label. Two hundred dollars a bottle. Lacey’s mind flashed to the first time he had brought her into his study. He had taught her how to pour whiskey and serve it to him in a crystal tumbler. Looking at the liquid in the blue glass bottle, the shifting browns and golds looked like his eyes.

His eyes could be so beautiful…

Shaking her head, Lacey grabbed a tumbler and dumped the whiskey in. She swallowed it down without looking at it and grimaced. Not that the booze was bad--it wasn’t--or that she was inexperienced with liquor--she wasn’t. But this was just a day for grimacing. Any day when you were downing whiskey before noon wasn’t a good day.

But it was going to get better. 

All the voices in her head had gone silent since she’d ended the fantasy. Having a drink made things even quieter. For once, it was peaceful inside her mind. For once, she knew what she was doing.

Mr. Gold had a Rolodex on his desk, with the phone numbers for everyone in Storybrooke who owed him a favor. In other words, everyone in Storybrooke. She flipped through the cards until she found the name she was looking for. The person who might be able to help her. Her own personal savior. 

The phone number was a direct line. Mr. Gold wouldn’t have bothered writing down anything less. Heart racing, Lacey picked up the big black phone and began to dial. 

It picked up on the first ring. 

“Gold?” A woman said on the other end.

“No.” Lacey’s voice sounded high-pitched and nervous. Weak. She swallowed. “No, Madame Mayor, it’s me. Mrs. Gold.”  

There was a faint exhalation of breath, like someone who had just received an unexpected but lovely surprise. When Mayor Mills spoke, her voice was warm. “Why, Mrs. Gold! How nice to hear from you.”

Lacey bit her lip. This was the right thing to do, she shouldn’t feel nervous. “I, uh, I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day. About your offer to talk, to help me.”

“Yes?” It was almost a purr, velvety and rich. “Are you ready to take my help then, dear?”

She twirled the phone cord around her finger. The bustier was making it hard to breathe. “I think so.”

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for a long time, Mrs. Gold. Why don’t you stop by my office later this evening, so we can have a chat?”     

[missjanjie]

16, E and Jankie ;)

16. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.” / E. Trapped During Bad Weather

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Jan and Jackie stared out the window, watching the blizzard completely coat the city streets in thick layers of snow. “Looks like you’re spending the night here,” Jan observed, looking up when the lights flickered and adding, “I’ll get some candles on standby.”

“Is it lame that this type of weather makes me homesick?” Jackie asked, the amount of traffic and people still out and about making him yearn for the peace and quiet that came with the first big snowfall in a small town (specifically just the first one, it snowed far too often in Canada for it to shut things down for long, regardless of how far removed the town was from the nearest city).

“No, I think that’s sweet,” Jan hummed, placing candles throughout the apartment, then moving behind Jackie, slightly pushing onto his tiptoes to rest his chin on his friend’s shoulder. “If I moved super far from my hometown, I’d probably miss it too.”

Jackie chuckled softly. “What, you’re not longing for Jersey?” He teased, turning around so his back was to the window and he was facing Jan, arms looping casually around his waist. 

He laughed and shook his head. “It’s a little different when you can just take a subway and Amtrak,” he retorted, relaxing in his arms and reaching up to aimlessly play with his hair. While they were normally so effortlessly affectionate with each other, every movement seemed to hold a different weight.

“If you keep touching me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next,” Jackie wasn’t sure what he meant by his own statement, as if it came from part of his subconscious warning both of them that the platonic nature of their relationship threatened to change if they didn’t put distance between them. 

The lights flickered again, and their lips met just as the room around them went black. They were alone in the darkness where nothing would count, letting them give in to what they’d been holding back for the better part of the last few years.

They stumbled through the darkness, thoughts of lighting the candles or even using their phones not registering in their minds. Their desire to stay close, to keep kissing, was all-consuming, blindly stumbling into the bedroom without bumping into furniture or walls until they fell back on the bed. 

Jackie took his time undoing every button of Jan’s flannel shirt, letting his fingers graze the expanse of exposed skin until he gingerly pushed it off his shoulders, then tugged off his own shirt far less gracefully.

Part of Jan appreciated the slow, languid speed Jackie worked with, wanting to savor each and every moment of what would be their first time together. But the other part of him was drowned in lust, leaving him eager and impatient, taking off his own jeans before Jackie had the chance to. He could hear him chuckle in response, but he was too far gone to feel any embarrassment. 

“I can take a hint,” Jackie chuckled, speeding up the process by promptly undressing himself and pushing all the clothes onto the floor once none were on either of their bodies. 

Jan giggled softly in response. Luckily, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough for him to both locate his end table and rifle through the drawer until he got his hands on lube and a condom, relieved that he was actually able to think clearly enough to do so. He handed them off to Jackie, then lay in wait with building anticipation. 

But Jackie just couldn’t help himself. He took a moment to simply admire the view, tracing his fingers from Jan’s thighs to his collarbone, letting out a small noise of approval. But then Jan started to get squirmy and impatient again, and he gave in just as quickly, coating his fingers and using them to thoroughly prep him.

And Jan supposed he couldn’t fault Jackie - he’d never been one to rush anything, maybe it wasn’t that surprising that it translated in the bedroom. By the time he heard the sound of the condom wrapper tearing, however, he had never been more ready for anything. 

Jackie eased his length in, holding still for a moment when he bottomed out. When he began thrusting, he observed the fact that Jan was as loud in bed as he’d privately speculated. The previous near-silence was long gone as Jan’s whimpers and moans filled the empty space. 

Jan was blissfully uninhibited, allowing himself to enjoy every aspect of something he had secretly longed for during many a night alone. He reached out and pulled Jackie in, their bodies pressed up against each other as his nails dug into his back.

“Fuck, baby,” Jackie grunted, his voice lower and more hoarse than Jan had ever heard it. He buried his head in the crook of his neck, just enough to partially stifle his own moans. One hand was pressing into the bed, the other gripping into his hair, hard enough to make Jan let out a pleased gasp.

As Jan writhed up against Jackie in time with his thrusts, his fingers kept digging into his shoulder blades, clawing down his back (leaving Jackie particularly grateful that Jan didn’t have nails on). His hips jerked more and more erratically as his orgasm approached, and Jackie picked up on it, thrusting harder and faster until they both hit their peaks within seconds of each other. 

After Jackie pulled out, the cleanup was fast and quiet. Then he got back into bed, he and Jan getting under the covers as they caught their breath. They had both started to speak when the lights flickered back on, causing them to look up, amused at the almost serendipitous timing. 

“That really happened,” Jan giggled, hiding his head against Jackie’s chest. “I’m glad it did,” he added. He was so much more than glad, but his brain had melted into a pool of post-coital bliss, it was a miracle he remembered his own name. 

“It did,” Jackie confirmed, rubbing Jan’s side and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “And um, I don’t think I’m feeling very homesick anymore.”

[snowflakeprompts]

Trigger warning: GAY SMUT :)

“For fuck’s sake,” Roy glared over at Danny from where he was sitting at the bar. This was supposed to be a night out for the two of them to catch up after not seeing each other for a long time, and of course, Danny had already found himself someone to make out with.

Roy didn’t know why he was surprised. This happened every time. They would go out drinking, and Danny would end up leaving with someone else without even telling Roy first. It wasn’t that he was upset or jealous, Danny was his best friend, but he didn’t want to sleep with him. He just didn’t want Danny to sleep with anyone else when they were supposed to hang out just the two of them.

Downing his drink quickly, Roy didn’t know what he was thinking, but he walked over to where Danny was dancing with another man. He sneaked up behind him, putting a hand on his hip and putting his mouth to his ear.

“I thought we were supposed to catch up,” he asked him, satisfied as Danny turned around with wide eyes to look at him. At first, the younger of the two looked surprised, then he grinned at Roy. He could see Danny wave the other man off as he fully turned around to dance with Roy instead.

They must be really drunk, Roy thought to himself, as they were standing there, dancing with each other and feeling each other’s bodies.

“You know?” Roy said. “I’m so fucking tired of you sleeping around with everyone you see.”

“Oh? You jealous, old man?” Danny asked with a smirk, and Roy glared at him for a second, before shaking his head. The taller laughed, then leaned in to seemingly whisper something to Roy. Then he bit his ear lobe and gently sucked on his neck. “Oh yeah? So you wouldn’t mind if I did this to someone else?”

Okay, so maybe a little jealous, Roy had to admit, as he pulled Danny closer.

“What do you think you’re doing, Noriega?” he asked, trying to ignore the fact that their crotches were now grinding directly on each other, people were looking, and Roy could feel the outline of Danny’s hard dick.

“I’m getting you in my bed tonight,” Danny replied, then turned away from Roy and walked out of the bar. Roy stared after him for a second, before following, realizing that he might as well do that and enjoy his night.

“First of all, your house is messy,” he told Danny as he got them an uber, finally catching up with him. “Let’s go to mine.”

The ride to Roy’s house felt very much like every other ride they ever shared. There was no touching, no kissing, no anything. Just the two of them talking and joking around with each other like normal. For a moment, Roy had entirely forgotten why Danny was coming to his house in the first place.

Once they walked inside, however, he remembered quickly. Danny didn’t even wait for Roy to remove his jacked before pushing him against the door and then bringing their lips together. They had kissed loads of times before, but this felt different. This felt hungrier, needier, it felt like it should have happened a long time ago.

“I want you to fuck me,” Danny moaned as he broke their kiss, biting down on Roy’s neck instead. Roy held back his own moan, trying to keep his cool.

“Then let’s fucking go to my room,” he said with a roll of his eyes, letting out a small sigh of pleasure as Danny licked over where he had just bit down on his neck. Danny nodded and then picked Roy up. At first, Roy was kind of surprised, but then he went along with it and brought their lips back together. It didn’t take long before their kiss became wet and sloppy, tongues intertwining and exploring the other’s mouth.

Roy didn’t even notice that Danny had carried him to his bedroom before he felt his back hitting the mattress, Danny hovering over him as they continued to make out. Roy could feel the younger man’s fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, and he gently moved his hands to the hem of Danny’s crop top, trying to pull it over his head. Breaking the kiss for a second to be able to successfully remove Danny’s top, he lifted his back off the mattress and sitting down in Danny’s lap, making it easier to remove his own shirt.

Once Danny’s top was off, and Danny was working on removing Roy’s, he gently kissed down Danny’s jaw and throat. Leaving small bites and sucking down on particularly sensitive places, he let himself enjoy the small noises of pleasure Danny was making.

“Oh fuck, Roy,” the younger of the two pulled him closer, scratching as he did so. Roy moaned slightly as he pushed Danny down into the mattress, continuing to kiss and lick down his chest and down to his shorts. He stopped to move back up, kissing him on the lips again. Danny looked at him as he moved to find the bottle of lube he usually kept by his bed, just so that he wouldn’t need to find it later.

“I’m out of condoms,” he groaned with a sigh as he looked in the drawer. He grabbed the lube, but the box of condoms was completely empty.

“You clean?” Danny asked, biting his lip. Roy nodded, catching onto what Danny was suggesting. They knew each other well, he trusted Danny, so why not? Only a bit concerned, Roy decided to say fuck it and moved back to where Danny was.

“This is going to change a lot of shit, isn’t it?” Roy asked with a chuckle, he could see the worry in Danny’s eyes for a moment, before he too started chuckling.

“And so what? It’s not as if you haven’t dreamt of fucking me for the past five years,” Danny grinned, and with a slight pull in stomach, Roy realized that he was right. Maybe he’d wanted Danny for a bit longer than he’d imagined.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Roy decided, not wanting to ruin this before it even started. Maybe it would fuck shit up between them, maybe not, but he certainly didn’t want to overthink it now. As Roy looked at Danny he noticed that Danny had already removed his shorts and was now only in his boxers.

Seeing the clear outline of where Danny’s dick was straining against the fabric of his underwear, Roy didn’t hesitate before removing his pants. He climbed on top of Danny, moving one hand to his hair and placing the other on Danny’s hip. Feeling Danny place both of his hands on Roy’s lower back, he got pulled down so that their dicks were touching, only thin layers of underwear between them.

Unable to keep still, Roy moved his hips, trying to get some friction. Danny moaned before joining him, finding a rhythm and a position where their dicks were lining up perfectly. Sneaking the hand that was on Danny’s hip between them, he started tugging on Danny’s underwear to get it off, wanting to be able to pleasure the taller man.

Seconds later, both men were completely naked, and Danny pulled Roy down by the neck, forcing him into a kiss. Roy let out a loud moan as their tongues found each other and Danny’s hand moved to slowly stroke Roy’s dick. Roy opened his eyes to grab the lube next to them, letting Danny work on his dick for a little longer before moving off of him and down to between his legs.

Danny looked a little confused for a second, but Roy only had to look at him before Danny realized what Roy was going to do and he rolled around so that he was laying on his stomach, giving Roy a perfect view of his ass. Deciding not to overthink it, he leaned in to lick a broad stripe over Danny’s hole. Enjoying the loud moan escaping Danny, Roy repeated the motion, using his hands to spread his cheeks further apart.

Taking his time to make sure that Danny was completely relaxed, he pointed his tongue slightly and added some more pressure to break through the tight rim. He could see Danny’s hands clutch his bed sheets and he had to resist smirking in success, moving his tongue in and out and alternating between licking the rim and pushing inside every now and then.

“Fuck,” Danny groaned, lifting his ass off of the mattress to push up to Roy’s mouth, making Roy let out a small moan as well, giving it a final lick before moving so that he was sitting up straight. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, then carefully pushed one into the younger man.

There was almost no resistance, so Roy was easily able to get it knuckle deep, pushing it in and out a few times before adding another finger. This time there was slightly more resistance, but not enough to make Danny give any indication of being uncomfortable yet. After spreading and moving his fingers around a bit to stretch him open, he bent his fingers slightly, finding his prostate without much difficulty.

“Roy, please,” the younger man begged. “ Just fuck me.”

Roy chuckled slightly before adding another finger, not missing the low hiss Danny let out. Even if he was a bit more gentle, he trusted Danny to tell him if he was in pain, so he kept going, taking his time to do it properly. Ignoring Danny’s moans to hurry up, he did feel like he should add another finger just to be sure. Roy wasn’t exactly known for being modest, and he knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of down there.

When he was satisfied with what he’d done, he leaned back a little to lube himself up. Looking back at Danny, the younger man had positioned himself so that he was standing on all fours, ass facing Roy. Biting his lip, Roy finished up the lubing and moved to position himself behind Danny, pushing in slowly.

They let out simultaneous moans, and Roy continued to push until his hips were pressed up against Danny’s ass. Leaning over to press a kiss to Danny’s shoulder, he started moving carefully and slowly, making sure that Danny wasn’t in any pain before picking up the speed slightly.

“You can fuck me harder,” Danny told him, and Roy did as he said, thrusting just slightly harder and faster into him. As they were doing this, Roy was wondering why they had waited all this time before actually fucking. It was so obviously right, and even if they had never had sex before, Danny seemed to know his body, they seemed to be able to communicate without words.

“So good,” Danny moaned, pushing back on Roy’s thrusts. “Fuck Roy, you’re so big.”

Honestly, Roy wasn’t too much of a fan of talking during sex, but somehow he didn’t mind it when Danny did. Danny’s voice was sexy, and Danny made him feel special. It felt like it was exactly how it was supposed to be. After a while of thrusting in and out of him, keeping a grip on his hip that he was quite sure would leave a bruise later, Danny asked him to stop.

“You okay?” Roy asked, genuinely concerned as he pulled out. Danny laughed at him, and Roy knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

“Yeah, I’m perfect, I just want to give you a break, let me ride you,” Danny said, and Roy let out a small sigh of relief as he laid down on his back, waiting for Danny to take his place on top of him. “You know, we can’t have you break a hip, old man.”

“Fuck you,” Roy chuckled, rolling his eyes. It should have been a turn off, but the banter between them was so natural that it didn’t affect him too much. Danny grinned and kissed him quickly before placing himself and slowly sinking down onto Roy’s dick.

“You already are,” the younger of the two said with a moan, but Roy ignored it. He was honestly having pretty good sex, he didn’t bother with Danny’s small commentaries. Looking up at Danny as he bounced up and down on his dick, Roy let out small moans. Danny looked right back at him, and then he picked up the pace.

“I’m close,” Roy muttered, he leaned back, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the feeling of Danny around him. “If you don’t want my come inside you you should probably get off.”

“I don’t care,” Danny gasped, moaning as Roy took a hold of his dick and started stroking him.

“Fuck, Danny,” the older of the two groaned, feeling his orgasm approach quickly. He let out a loud moan and gripped Danny’s hip with the hand that wasn’t occupied with giving Danny a handjob, trying to still his movements as he came.

“I love you.”

The three words were absentmindedly mumbled from Danny as he too came, but Roy knew that those words helt so much more meaning than before. Apparently they both had been suppressing some feelings lately.

“Did you mean it?” Roy asked quietly, as they were cleaning themselves after getting down from their post-sex highs.

“Mean what?” Danny looked over at him in confusion, and Roy just shook his head. He didn’t want to pressure Danny into telling him something he wanted to hear. Not if it wasn’t true.

“No, nothing, just forget it,” Roy brushed him off, handing the younger man his underwear. “Want to sleep over or should I get you an uber?”

“If you don’t want me here, I can always go home,” Danny frowned, and Roy wondered if that was hurt in Danny’s eyes. Had they ruined it? Had they ruined their friendship by doing this?

“Of course I want you here, I just,” Roy let out a sigh, deciding to be honest with him. “You said I love you, as you came. I think I wanted it to mean more than it does. I don’t want you to feel awkward.”

“Why would I feel awkward?”

“I love you, Danny. A lot more than I love Shane, or Greg, or anyone else. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Roy admitted. He was old, and Danny could have literally anyone he wanted. There was no reason for him to feel the same man.

“You’re an idiot,” Danny giggled, walking over to him and capturing his lips in a kiss. “I love you too, old man. I’ve been trying to make you jealous for ages, hoping that I’d finally end up in your bed.”

“Seriously?” Roy gaped. “That’s what you’ve been doing? You fucking cunt!”

Danny only grinned at him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. He looked Roy in the eyes, then bent down to kiss him again.

“So, I’ll take that as you’ll be sleeping over,” Roy cleared his throat, making Danny laugh loudly as he nodded.

“As long as it’s next to you and doesn’t involve too much actual sleeping.”

[hartofbel]

Take You There | Belsley

Who: Jezebel Hart & Ainsley Corcoran ( @ainsley-corcoran )

What: NHIE #7: Never have I ever been pegged and #49: Received anal sex.

When: Timey Wimey

Ainsley was sitting in the living room when Bel arrived home, and a smile immediately came to her face. Setting her textbook to the side, she called her over. “Jezebel, my love? Once you’ve put your things away and undressed, I want you to come sit on my lap, please. There's something I was hoping to talk with you about."

It was a bit out of Bel's routine, to get to spend some time with Ainsley so soon after coming home from classes, but she liked the change up. All she did was throw her bag down behind the couch and quickly removed herself from her clothes, making sure to fold them instead of just throwing them beside her bag like she was tempted to do. She greeted Ainsley with a small kiss to her cheek as she situated herself in her lap, sighing with content at the affection. "Hi, Mistress. Is everything okay?"

Reaching out, she let her hands slide alone smooth skin, humming in approval as she settled down. “Everything is more than okay, my love. I had an idea about one of the tasks we could do for the event, and I wanted to talk to you about it.” She'd been almost obsessing over it all day, to the point where she almost called Bel to help her relieve some of the tension, but deciding against it, knowing the build up would be worth it. “I was thinking today might be a good day for crossing off another one of your firsts- specifically, your first time doing anal- and I want to be the one to do it with you.”

Bel's heart was beating in anticipation, but it was a feeling she enjoyed. The thrill of the wait and it was very much worth it. Not only did she get to do another thing off the current event task list, she got to cross off another first with Ainsley. "I think it makes me nervous, but I also think that it's something I've kinda been maybe thinking about, so I kinda really wanna do this with you." Words always had a big affect on Bel, especially when they came from Ainsley, and just the thought of what was to come, made her squirmy in Ainsley's lap. "I really want that, Mistress."

“Yeah? Because it’s something I’ve been considering for a while. How amazing it would be to fuck your ass. And I kinda really wanna do it with you, too.” She admitted, rubbing small circles on Bel’s lower back with a smile. The had had so many firsts with each other, and this was one she was excited that it was something Bel was willing to explore with her. Leaning forward, she nipped at the soft skin at her neck, pressing a kiss to the soft leather of her collar. “With the whole event going on, I figured what better time than now?”(edited)

Bel nodded enthusiastically as she spread her legs further in Ainsley's lap. "I like want to try all the things with you and this is just another thing on that list." She pressed her head to one side, giving her Mistress more room to explore, kiss, and mark her neck. "Let's do it, Mistress," she confirmed, her body already hot at the idea. So much so that she was squirmy in her lap. "Can we do it tonight?" She asked before pressing a kiss to Ainsley's shoulder. "Can we do it now?" It was no secret that Bel was impatient and that was evident now more than ever.

The hand that was resting on Bel’s thigh automatically slide in, her fingers tracing her outer lips lightly. “I do too, my Elysium. All the things.” She murmured, against her throat. Dipping her fingers in a little deeper, before pulling back. “Right now, gorgeous? You sure you’re ready, because I don’t want to rush you. That said, I’d love nothing more than to get to do this with you, right now, my love. To be the one to help you explore another kink, and to be the first person to touch you, there.” Ainsley breathed out, her other hand shifting from Bel’s lower back to brush lightly against the cleft of her ass.

There was no one that could make Bel as desperate as quickly as Ainsley. Her mindset was so quickly pushed into a needy one as soon as the Domme's fingers traced her sensitive lips. She nodded at the question without hesitation. "Yes, Mistress, I'm more than ready." She would give her Mistress anything she asked for. "Please. I want nothing than to give it to you. To give that to you. To give you another one of my firsts cause there's no one else in the world I trust as much as I trust you." She pressed her hips into Ainsley's showing her just how much she wanted this.

“I love you so much, and I'm truly honored you trust me to do this with you, Jezebel.” Licking her lips, Ainsley felt a rush of need flow through her, setting her nerves on fire as she listened to Bel speak. Knowing that her girl trusted her this way was such a turn on, even now that they'd been officially claimed for over a month. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she sucked off the juices that coated her fingers, humming with satisfaction. “Then I see no more reason to wait, do you?” She asked rhetorically, leaning in for a kiss as she stood, lifting Bel up as she did so and carrying her to their room, setting her down on the bed gently. “If you need me to slow down or stop, I will immediately, alright? Nothing on this earth is worth your comfort to me, okay?”

It was such a nice surprise to come home to. Maybe it was something that was on Ainsley’s mind but this was completely out of nowhere for Bel and she loved that. She loved being presented with it and a moment later they were going to do it, she couldn’t remember the last time she was able to be that impulsive. Bel moaned at the kiss, able to taste herself on Ainsley’s lips. When she stood up, Bel held tightly to Ainsley, and nipped at her neck. She watched Ainsley move about to room to get ready for their scene, nodding intently at her words. “I promise I’ll safeword if I need to.” She bit at her bottom lip. It’s gonna hurt right? But then feel good after. Is it like having sex for the first time?”

Inhaling sharply at the sensation of Bel’s teeth on her neck, Ainsley was pleasantly surprised at how arousing the feeling was, her need spiking as she laid the smaller girl out on the bed. “Good girl.” While Ainsley liked to believe she had a good grasp on Bel’s physical and emotional limits, it was reassuring to know that the other girl felt comfortable verbalizing if she somehow managed to miss any cues. “I can't say for sure as I've never actually been on the receiving end, but I believe so, yes. I'm going to do my very best to make you comfortable the entire time, and hopefully if there's pain, it will be brief.” She said, peppering her face and chest with light kisses. “The most important thing is to try and stay relaxed and trust me. From there, I promise I'll take care of you. The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you, my Elysium.”

The thing was, Bel was accustomed to and enjoyed pain, so she didn't see it as being a problem. Sex never was an issue because of physical discomfort, it was always because she preferred to have some kind of emotional connection and trust before giving that part of herself to someone. And there was no one she loved or trusted more than Ainsley, so this was going to be a breeze. Bel relished at the way Ainsley covered her body with kisses, squirming slightly but not enough to break focus from what the other woman was saying. She pressed a kiss to her Mistress' lips and nodded. "Stay relaxed and trust you, easy peasy."

“That's my good girl.” With a lingering kiss, she got up from the bed, moving around to grab one of their smaller strap ons and their bottle of lube, seldom as they used it, just in case. For all of Bel’s experience with pain and pain play, Ainsley still wanted to be careful. It was a different kind of pain, and if her sub didn't like it, the last thing she wanted to do was push things too far with a kink that she was unfamiliar with. Stepping out of her clothes, she pulled on the harness with practiced ease, before settling back over her girl. Her teeth immediately moved to her neck, as one hand slipped between her thighs, “Mmm, nice and wet for me already, Jezebel?”

Bel has seen Ainsley slip into that harness more times than she could count, but each and every time was a sight to behold. It was as if Ainsley was slipping into a different persona, like the strap on added another layer to her dominance, a layer that Bel absolutely loved. She was trembling beneath her Mistress, but not because she was nervous or scared, but because she couldn't control herself when she was the victim of her expert touch. "Always, Mistress. Always wet for you," she answered honestly, bucking her hips up into her hand. "Please. I'm so so ready for you."

A low groan escaped her when she realized just how wet Bel really was, her fingers instantly becoming soaked as she teased her sex as she moved to her knees. “Mmm, that’s my good girl. Maybe one of these days I’ll put you in some vibrating panties- keep you on edge and ready for me to fuck you whenever I want,” She husked, knowing the words would get her even more worked up and licking her lips as she felt a fresh wave of arousal seep from her center. Speckling every patch of skin she could with nips and kisses, her hand pressed lower, her fingers teasing Bel’s tight bud. Lifting her legs over her own thighs, Ainsley adjusted their angle to have better access to her sub’s willing body. Taking her time, she moved back and forth, gathering more moisture and slowly working her open, her fingers dipping just past tight ring of muscles until she had one finger knuckle deep inside of her. Releasing the nipple she’d been suckling on with a pop, she grinned down at her with a toothy smile. “How’s that, my love? Can you take more for me?”

Ainsley did everything right in terms of relaxing her for what was to come. Ainsley's words, the string of kisses being peppered all over her body, and she skillful way she toyed with her clit got her in the right headspace. Bel was so turned on, she was practically dripping onto the sheets below her. It felt natural to tense up when her tightest hole was being stretched and opened, but she fought to stay relaxed. She focused on what they were leading up to and how she wanted nothing more than to give this to Ainsley. Bel wanted to give this to her Domme and experience this with her so bad that she willed her body to stay relaxed and just focus on the pleasure that came with feeling so incredibly full in a way she never has before. "Yes please, Mistress. More."

“You're such a good girl, Jezebel,” She crooned affectionately. There was something incredibly intoxicating about being the first one to touch Bel like this, knowing that the other girl trusted her enough to give her this part of herself- it was almost overwhelming. But unlike the kind of overwhelming that sent her reeling, this was the good kind of overwhelming, the kind that made her feel high as a kite and twice as light. There was plenty of natural lubrication that Ainsley was able to work a second finger into her pulsing channel, her free hand stroking over her lower lips and her clit, knowing the pleasure would offset the pain perfectly, and it was times like this she was especially grateful to have taken up the silks, her core muscles able to keep her level and balanced over the smaller girl. “You look so beautiful like this, open and wanting.” Once she'd begun to relax enough that Ainsley could move her fingers with more ease, she pulled away just long enough to grab the bottle of lube, squeezing some into her palm and running it up and down her shaft. “Legs nice and wide, beautiful. I've got you,” She murmured against her lips, pressing the tip into her virgin hole.

As Ainsley added another finger, she felt herself being stretched more she ever had before, even more than she did when she lost her actual virginity. She held her breath without knowing it and thrust down into Ainsley's fingers, earning the Domme a throaty moan. "Oh that feel... wow." She was basically at a loss for words and just concentrated on feeling. The mixture of stimulation on both ends made her feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. She grabbed onto the sheets even tighter and as much as she wanted to close her eyes, to give into the pleasure, she kept them trained on Ainsley's face, not wanting to break that connection. She needed that and to concentrate on the words of praise and encouragement. Bel wasn't sure when fingers turned into the tip of the toy but Bel was more than ready for it. "Oh..." It was stretching her wide open but moving at an agonizingly slow pace. She knew Ainsley was easing her into it, but she wondered if this was one of those things that would be better to just dive into head on. She wrapped her legs around Ainsley's waist and pulled her forward until she was completely enveloped in Bel's tight hole. There was a sharp intake of air as she just held her close, frozen as the toy stretched her and she molded around it.

[teaandcharacterinspo]

A is for...

Asphyxiation

Erasmus/Dio

"You look so beautiful like this baby, all wrapped up pretty for me" Erasmus' breath was hot against the shell of Dio's ear as he spoke, his fingers running along the ropes that entwined around Dio's body, not restraining him but with every movement the silk rope moved across his skin, a reminder of the claim Erasmus had over Dio in that moment. He pulled him up roughly by his hair relishing in the sounds he drew from him as he claimed his mouth in a deep kiss, tongue invading Dio's mouth as he took what he wanted, swallowing every moan and whimper that spilled from his lips.

He pulled back from the kiss, smirking down at Dio as he took in the sheer beauty of his lover, eyes wild and sparkling, his pink swollen lips parted as he gasped for air. "Do you want me to fuck you now? Do you think you're ready for me yet?" Erasmus mused as he placed open mouthed kisses and bites down his neck and shoulder. He pushed Dio back down onto the mattress, his hand running down Dio's body, stopping to pinch at his nipples grinning at the gasp it drew from his lover. He continued exploring his body, dragging his nails across his hips, neglecting his cock on purpose laughing softly as Dio arched his hips up begging to be touched he delivered a sharp smack to his thigh. "Patience is a virtue my love, behave and you might get to come for me." His hand reached in-between Dio's legs his fingers brushing over the plug that was filling Dio up. "You've been such a good boy already, I'd hate to have to punish you now, not when we're getting to the fun part." He placed hiss fingers around it, twisting it as he slowly thrust it in and out of Dio, he loved the desperate sounds it brought out of Dio, he loved how needy he sounded when he begged for more, when he begged for Erasmus to fuck him. It took all of Erasmus' willpower not to come right there and then by just looking at him. 

He brought himself out of his head by grabbing the lube from the side table, slicking up his cock as his free hand worked the plug from Dio, dropping it to the side he lined himself up with Dio, enjoying the whimpers he got from him, he rubbed the head of his cock at his entrance. He entered him in one long thrust, Dio's own groan mixing with the string of curses that left his mouth as he bottomed out inside him. He wasted no time with easing him into a rhythm, they were both too wound up for that. He slammed into Dio, the other mans legs against his shoulders as he drove into his body, his fingers found their way around Dio's throat, apply a gentle amount of pressure, tightening when he heard Dio's moans grow louder. His grip tightened as his thrusts became harder, watching the colour rise in Dio's cheeks, the smirk that played across Dio's own lips was one that was usually seen on him in the throes of his own madness.

He felt Dio's body tightening around his cock as he took what he wanted from his body, there was a sudden worry that Dio may not tell him when to let get but just as soon as the thought entered his mind he felt Dio's fingers tap his wrist twice, he relaxed the hold he had on his throat but he didn't take his fingers away, he groaned as Dio met his thrusts with his own rise of his hips as he gasped for air. He pulled out from Dio, moving him so he was on all fours before slamming into him again. He pulled the smaller man up so he was flush against his chest his hand coming up to grip his throat and cut off his breathing as he thrust up into him, the whimpers and moans dying out as Erasmus used his body, biting at his shoulders. 

He brought his lips to his ear, his voice strained as he spoke. "You like this don't you? Making you my whore? You're mine, you don't get to touch yourself unless I say so, you don't get to come unless I say so and now my perfect little slut, you don't get to breathe until I say so." His grip on Dio's throat was sure to leave a collar of bruises the next morning, the thought of other people seeing his claim on his lover only fuelled his arousal. His free hand wrapped around Dio's aching cock stroking it roughly in tandem with his thrusts. He felt the two taps on his wrist, letting Dio have the much needed oxygen that was no doubt leaving his head swimming. Just as his hand loosened its grip around his throat, the hand wrapped around his cock gripped firmly around the base, stopping any chance of Dio finding release before Erasmus allowed it.

The strangled cry of frustration and arousal was music to his ears. "Oh look at you, so desperate to come. Look at the mess your cock is making. You're such a needy little whore, all for me. So perfect aren't you?" He shifted his angle, hitting the sweet spot inside Dio that made him cry out with every thrust, his ability to form words long gone, His hand closed around his throat once more, his own thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his release. He carried on stroking Dio's cock as he slammed up into him, he could feel Dio's body trembling as he got closer to the edge. He loved having Dio completely at his mercy, loved being able to take him out of his head even if only for a little while. 

To Erasmus, there was something about having his hand around his lovers throat as he took what he wanted from his all too willing body that added an extra layer of eroticism that called out to a dark side in him that he wouldn't admit he had out loud, from the way Dio's body clenched around his cock like a vice when he was close to passing out, or the feel of his pulse under the skin of his neck, he felt it flutter against his fingers like it was trying to desperately slip free of his grasp. He loved how it quickened when he spoke filthy promises into his ear as he pounded into him, the sound of their bodies connecting and his lovers strangled moans filling the room. This was as close to heaven as Erasmus could get.

He quickly changed his angle of his thrusts, feeling Dio tremble and squirm with every push forward, his hand that was keeping a tight grip on his cock now began moving quickly, with practiced ease. He let go of Dio's throat, biting on his ear as he watched him gasp for air. "Come for me baby. Give it to me" He pulled back Dio's hair holding his head back so he could watch him fall apart, his eyes took in every detail of it. He had watched it so many times and he never got tired of it. How could he tire of something so beautiful? Seeing his lover completely let go. His own orgasm was dragged from him as Dio's body quivered and gripped his cock, he filled Dio up with a final thrust of his hips, biting down on his shoulder as he saw stars beneath his eyelids. 

Once they had both rode out the waves of their release, Erasmus pulled out of dio gently, curling up with him on the bed, kissing him slowly. "You are magnificent my love. I don't think i'll ever understand what it is that you see in me. But I will be eternally grateful that I have you in my life." He stroked his hair, the brunette locks damp with sweat. When he actually trusted his legs to stand without caving beneath him, he picked up his lover. Carrying him to the bathroom to clear them up. "I'm going to bathe you but I think I definitely think I gave you some marks that soap and water won't fix." He placed a kiss to Dio's forehead as he drew a soft laugh from him.

[batskittleriddlesbtc-blog]

TV Special

A little SuperBat to pass the time.

Clark was on his way home from the Daily planet. He was feeling so refreshed. Perry had suddenly given him the week off (A certain CEO maybe?). Clark didn’t know why but, he wasn’t going to mess it up and ask questions. He was too tired and wanted this break. When he got home he flopped onto his small, cheaply made sofa and turned on the TV. As he flipped through the channels he saw a familiar face, Bruce Wayne. He was Giving a tour of his hotel in Paris. Clark chuckled. “Ahh Bruce, you’re always showing off.” Missing his lover, he turned up the volume and got comfortable on his small couch. Closing his eyes, he began to relax to the sound of Bruce’s deep alluring voice. Clark drifted into a deep sleep. He was pulled out of his sleep by the sound of his door being unlocked. Clark quickly sat up and used his x-ray vision to see who it was. “Oh gosh! Its Bruce. Come on in.” Clark was excited, Bruce hardly came over. At his attempt to stand, Clark realized he was hard. Bruce let himself in, scanned the room (it’s a habit of his) and noticed Clark on the couch. He saw the TV was on the channel his special was aired on, the pillow in Clarks lap, the drool on his pillow, and the intentional distance Clark put between them. Bruce walked over to the couch and sat down. “…How are you Clark? You seem a little pale.” Clark avoided eye contact with Bruce and lied. “I’m pretty good actually, how was Paris?” Bruce smirked as he leaned back. “It was good, did you catch my TV special by chance?” Clark was trying to mentally make his dick soft but couldn’t. He had missed Bruce and this surprise visit was so rare. Clark decided to just confess to getting turned on by watching Bruce on the TV. Bruce probably won’t even be shocked. “Ha-ha… It’s funny you mentioned th- AH Bruce!?!” Bruce had snaked his hand under the pillow in Clarks lap and was letting his hand wander while his face was calm and cool. “Did you miss me?” The smallest grin crept onto Bruce’s face as he spoke. “How much did you think of me? I wonder, do you want me right now?” Bruce started to play with the tip of Clarks cock, circling his thumb in the slick pre-cum leaking out of Clark. With Hot red cheeks Clark tried to speak. “Bruce, you know I always think of you and--” “-naked?” Bruce interrupted. “um, sometimes I’m naked but other times I just unzip my pants, I don’t really have a system worked out. Except for when I’m in the shower, I kind of have a routine in there.” Bruce’s eyes open a fraction wider, realizing Clark didn’t understand his question. After he filed his new information Bruce stopped stroking Clark and began unbuttoning his belt and black slacks. As he freed his cock Clark reached for it but was swatted away. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think about me.” “…but, what if I wanna touch you, Bruce?” “you can after you show me.” “then why did you pull you cock out?” “inspiration” Clark chuckled and decided to just please Bruce so he can please Bruce. Clark Grabbed his half hard cock and started to tug it. Increasing his speed he began to put pressure on the base. He looked up to see Bruce staring intensely at his cock. He noticed the slight foggy blue hue Bruce’s eyes became. Clark allowed his eyes to travel down and saw Bruce pumping his own cock and trying match Clarks pace. Am I drooling? Clark shook his head to try to calm down but he couldn’t get over Bruce’s faint pants and the way his cock was already so wet. Clark wondered if his ass was wet too… Just imagining it put Clark on edge. “Bruce, can i…?” Bruce looked up at him then leaned down and kissed the tip of Clarks swollen cock. Darnit Bruce. Clark discarded Bruce’s clothes and pushed Bruce down onto the couch. Clark held one of Bruce’s thighs with one hand and kept the other on his own cock. “Look Bruce you still get what you want but I can’t keep sitting here with you playing with your cock, its making my body ache. Just let me have you.” “… fine” Clark smiled because he knew Bruce really wanted to do this too. He could hear the blood pumping through his veins and could see the dilation of his eyes. Clark licked Bruce’s member as if it was the most flavorful thing he’d ever tasted. Starting at the base Clark drug his tongue to the tip and took it into his mouth. As he swirled his tongue, Clark moved his thumb over his own cock to try to mimic the feeling. Wanting to be closer to Bruce in every way. Soon Clark worked his throat to take all of Bruce into his mouth. Bruce was breathing heavier but hadn’t made a sound, he didn’t want to show just how much Clarks mouth made him melt. He would never admit it but, all those girls he was with never made Bruce shake the way Clark did. He couldn’t get over the way Clark held his thigh with such strength and care. The sloppy yet, efficient way Clark bobbed his head, always managing to get his cheeks wet. Just the sight of his honest lips sliding up and down his cock made Bruce twitch. Bruce wove his hand into Clarks hair and pushed him back down to swallow his cock once more. Clarks throat tightened on Bruce pulling a moan from his chest. Bruce released his hold on Clarks hair when he felt Clark shudder, “Are you already done Clark? I guess we should call Barry and tell him that you really are the fastest man alive.” Bruce chuckled as Clark reddened. Sitting up between Bruce’s lovely thighs, “It wasn’t that fast Bruce. And lucky for you, I’m not even close to being finished.” Clark said as he motioned towards his erect cock. Smiling, Bruce sighed and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. Like a vigilant puppy, Clark watched in awe as Bruce coated his fingers in lube. He ran his slick fingers around his pink hole, watching Clarks sanity unravel. Finally, he pushed one finger in, breathing slowly, keeping his body relaxed. As he increased his speed Bruce added two more fingers. Now Bruce had a thin layer of sweat coating his body while he worked desperately to fuck himself with his all-too capable fingers. Clark could not describe how much he loved Bruce. With every beat of his heart he felt it increase ten-fold. He trusted, respected, and admired Bruce. Just being with him opened Clarks world up to new feelings and experiences. One of his new Favorites was definitely Bruce biting his sexy red lip while fingering himself. Without any warning, Clark put a finger in Bruce’s ass too. “Clark… ahh.. four might be too much.”. Bruce panted out as he tried to calm himself while Clarks single finger wreaked havoc on his ass. Clark leaned forward and softly spoke into Bruce’s ear. “Make some space for me, please?”. Bruce pulled his fingers out, trying to look as reluctant as possible. Clark would have believed him if his cock wasn’t twitching with such vigor and anticipation. “Thank you.” Clark said with a loving grin.

[2016mototrip]

Packing List, What Worked, What Didn't, What I Wish I Had:

August 2, 2016

Route Planning After deciding against purchasing an expensive GPS unit, my first real problem was trying to find a website that would allow me to create a route with multiple way-points and then to find a free phone app that could give turn-by-turn navigation without the use of data. I knew I'd be riding roads far away from big cities so I didn't want to rely on data. The solution? I discovered a site called RideWithGPS (RWGPS) that allowed me to create custom routes. The website is mainly for bicycles but I found it very handy as a motorcycle route creator. RWGPS had it's own turn-by-turn navigation phone app but it had a monthly fee associated to it. The price wasn't bad but I only needed it for 4 days. After searching deeper for a free phone app, I saw recommendations through other motorcycle forums that suggested Track Navigator. It was a stand alone app that allowed you to input routes previously created from RWGPS or any other route creator and would give turn-by-turn directions! It was perfect for what I needed! However, I didn't really trust this app. An app that would do what I wanted it to do? There had to be some caveat! In order to test the new app, Warren and I took a trip out to Larch Mountain and then down Bull Run. It worked flawlessly! With my mind at ease about navigation, I decided to fine tune the route and purchased a Butler Oregon and Northern California Maps. I was trying to avoid all gravel roads so these maps helped greatly. They also show roads with the best views and corners. We never did enter California but there is always the future! Packing Components I owned most of the gear I used for many years before planning this trip. For instance the compression sack was purchased for backpacking adventures. It compresses and hold clothes very well. Obtaining the other gear for the trip started about one year prior to the actual send off date. I absolutely wanted an intercom headset, not just for communicating to Warren but also to hear the directions from the navigation and listen to music. After much research between the Cardo and Sena, I went with the Sena SMH10 as it was on sale. I also researched locks, I decided on the Abus Granit CityChain and got the longer length one so we could chain our bikes together. This was a very spendy purchase but gave us peace of mind. I had also picked up an Abus Granit Detecto alarm disc lock. Next came luggage. Two years ago I decided to sell my saddle bags and replace them with waterproof tail bags. I went with Kriega because of the awesome reviews and the fact that the bags would never touch my bike's paint and had a clean look to them when mounted on the bike. I first started with the US-30. Yes, it was big, but it could also be cinched down enough to a smaller size. I wasn't able to use the tail bag the same year I bought it because I soon found out I was pregnant. Riding had to be placed on hold. It wasn't until a month before the leaving date that I decided to get the Kriega US-10. I mainly wanted a little extra room and if needed, could take just this bag around town instead of the larger one. It came in handy for carrying the smaller items I wanted to get to fast. For the many times I got drenched while on the jetboat excursion, I'm glad I had this bag to save my camera (and the rest of my electronics) from the water. I also purchased an extra battery for my cell phone in case using the GPS all day would drain it. Although I never used it while I was on the bike as the original battery lasted long enough for each day's ride, I'm glad I had the extra juice just in case we got stranded with a dead phone. Packing List: Miscellaneous Bike Items: - Tire plug kit - Plyers - Metric Hex Tools - Tire Gauge - Mini Chain Wax can + microfiber cloth - Mini Plexus can + microfiber cloth - Abus Chain Lock - Abus Disc Alarm Lock - Kriega US-30 Tail Bag - Kriega US-10 Tail Bag - Clothing compression sack - Bungee tie down for emergencies - Sena Headset + charger - Small camera + charger - Cali Butler Map - Oregon Butler Map - Zip ties - Duck tape - First Aid Kit - Pocket Knife Electronics: - Phone + fast charger - Tablet + keyboard + charger - GoPro + charger Bike Riding Gear: - Moto Leather Jacket - Moto Leather Pants - Full Gaunlet Gloves - Riding Boots - Helmet - Buff (face mask) - Neck Cooler - Camelbak Clothing: - Jeans - UA Long Sleeve Shirt - Compression Leg Liner - Light long sleeve hoodie - Shirts x4 - Shorts x1 - Socks x4 - Underwear x4 - Sports Bra x2 - Reg Bra x1 - Sleep shirt - Shoes x1 - Flip Flops x1 - Swim Suit Toiletries: - Toothbrush + Toothpaste - Contacts + solution - Glasses + case - Chapstick - Comb - Conditioner - Deodorant - Tissues - Lotion - Ring Case - Ear Swabs - Advil - Vitamins - Sunglasses - Keys - Hand Sanitizer Packets - Earplugs x2 Food: - Granola bars x4 - Fruit Snacks x6 - Protein bars x4 What I used: - Maintenance. I used the chain lube once on the second day of riding. I used the Plexus to clean off the helmet visor many times throughout the day. We used the tire gauge a few times to make sure our tires were still at optimal levels. - Clothing Layers. Besides what I had to wear, I liked the light long sleeved hoodie that kept me comfortable during the chilly times of riding. I also used the compression leg liners on the first day. I would take these again because they are easy and light to pack. - Bike Gear. I used the Buff face mask only on the first day but this is usually in my repertoire of items I bring on rides. The neck cooler was amazing on the last day where temperatures reached the low 90s. Although I only used the Camelbak once while riding, it was great to have during rest stops. Filling it up with ice on the last day made the water stay cold until I got home. The leather jacket and pants I wouldn't do without especially since I gave away my textile gear. I don't regret that decision. Ear plugs are a must and I always use them due to wind noise. I can hear the headset just fine with them on. The chain lock and disc brake alarm lock we used each night for peace of mind. I most likely wouldn't pack the chain lock as it added a good 15-20 lbs to my pack but it was peace of mind for Warren. I would have been fine with just the disc brake lock as it had an added alarm integrated into it. - Electronics. I used the tablet with wireless keyboard to start the beginning of the ride reports each night. I don't normally bring this along but because I was documenting this trip I decided that it would be a better idea than to just use my phone. I used the GoPro but didn't record the whole time due to the limited space and battery power. I would bring it again and do the same thing, just have to make sure it's on when I want it to be on and recording. - Track Navigator. Only once did I hear the app say "lost GPS signal". My only gripe with this app was if you went off track, the app would continuously say "off track" every 30 seconds until you got back on "track". And although I knew where I was going for the most part (ran over the route many times before leaving on the trip) it would not tell you how to get back on "track". All in all though, navigation was stress-free as the app was flawless in letting me know where to turn. What I didn't use: - Maintenance & Gear. I did not need to use the tire plug kit (thankfully), pocket knife, metric hex tools, first aid kit or bungee tie down but would take these again on my next trip. I ended up not bringing zip ties or duck tape and probably won't on my next trip. - Tripod for camera. We mostly took selfies so I didn't need this however, on my next multi-day trip I will most likely bring it because I will be in a larger group and would want to get everyone in the picture. - Bandana. To be honest I completely forgot I had this. I'm not an accessory kind of gal so that's probably why I forgot about it but it does come in handy for the stray hairs around my face. I would take it again, just have to remember I have it! - Under Armour Long Sleeve Compression Shirt. If the weather had been much colder I would have worn this. Crater Lake was chilly but did not warrant wearing this. I knew I'd be riding in warm to hot weather so I could have forgone this item of clothing. - Jeans. I did not use these and they just took up space in my bag. I wore my shorts instead. Will probably not bring the jeans next time I know the weather will be good. - Swim Suit. I did not use this at all during the trip. I don't think I'll bring it next time but it was nice to know that I had the option to go swimming or hot tubing if I was up to it. What I wish I took: - Flip flops. There were many times I wished I didn't have to put shoes on. - Trail mix. Although the chocolate might have melted, it would have been a nice change to all the bars I brought instead. - Route. A different road besides 97 when going from Klamath Falls to Bend.