#marathon the bangathon

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Gonna binge your bangathon…..bang out your bangathon… 🤔🤔🤔 marathon the bangathon… I’m trying to be clever but I think I just had too much wine

I AM CACKLING yes please bang out the bangathon! It's there for all your marathon needs!

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I’m showering you in heaps and heaps of praise for that bangathon!! 🥳💜🥰 It’s every shade of amazing! 💃🕺

Skye your reblogs have been giving me life, I’m so happy you’ve been enjoying all the fun lil stories! There are still a bunch more to come, I think I’m roughly at the halfway point now? And these boys just keep coming up with new ways to boink and have feelings. Thank you for your sweet message and I adore you!

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They really found their other person and saw their jagged edges come together in the best ways. Thank you for reading Skye, enjoy your bangathon marathon! <3

happy bang-a-thon babe! i am thrilled to announce the wheel blessed me with the perfect position for who i had in mind - kneeling reach around, pretty please, with our double agents marcus & whiskey? 😇

Awwww our sweet Double Agents! What a good way to start off the bangathon, especially during Pride!

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Marcus Pike

Position: Kneeling Reach-Around

Word Count: 834

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, mlm, anal sex, handjobs, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), Jack's filthy mouth.

Notes: A prequel of sorts to Two Truths and a Lie.

He is soft with Jack, and Jack in turn is rough with him.

Marcus needs it, the melting into bliss without words battering inside his skull. The passive acceptance of love is too hard for him without strong hands, teeth just shy of pain, and Jack’s thick cock splitting him open. 

Jack has him on his knees, leaning back on his chest as he strokes Marcus’ cock in time with his shallow thrusts. Marcus can’t tell what time it is, or how long Jack has been bringing him to the edge before pulling back. Nothing hurts; in fact, despite the power and strength that Jack uses to take him apart, it rarely hurts Marcus. He’s liquid and juddery, his slack mouth open against Jack’s jaw as he coos praise at how good Marcus is being. 

In return for giving his body over completely, Marcus is soft with Jack. He tells him how beautiful he is, how kind and sexy. He kisses Jack soft and slow when he least expects it, which might have been the precursor to where they are now. He reaches out his hand to hold, always, and even when it was hard for Jack to first take it, it’s all worth how perfect it fits.

“Jack, I want you to cum in me,” Marcus pants, backing up a little more forcefully against Jack’s smooth motions, burying him deeper inside. Jack’s breath catches momentarily before he chuckles, turning his head to capture Marcus’ lips.

“Feeling close, my good boy?” Jack murmurs into Marcus’ mouth, a smile quirking against his lips when it’s clear how those three words hardened Marcus even further.

“Please,” Marcus whispers, fingers slipping into Jack’s hair and pulling him in for a messy kiss. Jack indulges him, tongue thick and domineering in Marcus’ mouth, before he stops moving altogether. 

“You know I cum best when you take the lead, sweet boy. Fuck yourself on me,” Jack orders, stilling his hips against Marcus’ ass and cirling his hand tight around his cock. Marcus doesn’t need further direction; he thrusts up into Jack’s curled fingers, then back to spear himself on his cock. A frantic humping that has Jack burying his face in Marcus’ neck as he lets the friction and heat and the gorgeous sweat he licks into his mouth drive him up the mountain with his lover.

“So good for me, Marcus, so so good. Can barely hold on when you’re riding me like this. Gonna cum with me, baby boy?” The ragged whines Marcus chokes out drives Jack to thrust up on Marcus’ downstroke, one hand on his narrow hip. Marcus garbles out a wild sound, bucking back against Jack as he pumps inside him. Jack’s thick fingers expertly slide over Marcus’ weeping cock, all rhythm and sense lost as they slam into each other and chase that elusive high of cumming together. 

“I’m there,” Marcus gasps weakly, the clench of his body throwing Jack over the edge as ropes of hot cum paint both their thighs. Jack’s coats Marcus’ insides, the possessive heat of marking and being marked keeping Jack hard long enough to nudge Marcus through the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

“Good job, baby,” Jack pants, kissing Marcus’ cheek as he eases out of his ass. He guides Marcus down to his belly, a contented sigh making Jack smile. 

Jack loves to be soft with Marcus after he’s been a little rough with him. 

Some days his hands don’t know how to hold without crushing, or how to soothe without domineering. Marcus sees that struggle and still holds his own out, even after the times when he comes away hurting. He put Jack’s hand around his throat and told him he knew he’d never squeeze. Put his hand against his cheek and said he knew Jack would never harm him. And then when he spent the better part of a night touching Jack with those kind and careful hands, he said he knew there was something gentle and gorgeous under all the barbs and bravado.

But Marcus likes the roughness too. 

It’s the way that they both quiet each other’s minds with grips and bites and twists. The pain that blossoms into pleasure. And then these moments, Jack wiping his cum up from between Marcus’ cheeks when the urge to kiss his spine takes over. He knows his mustache tickles, will make Marcus huff and squirm, but he still takes his time moving up each knob to cover him.

“You gotta stop being such a good kisser, darlin’, I’m not a strong-willed man,” he chuckles into Marcus’ ear, the tangle of twisting around to wrap Jack in his arms just as endearing. The boyish smile softens into a fond one, stroking his thumb along Jack’s cheek. 

They’ve found each others’ jagged edges and delighted in the sharpness, but in the moments after they relish in aging tummies pressed together, crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of eyes, and two hearts pressed close.

Rough.

Soft.

And enduring.

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LJ's Bangathon 2023