#menofparadise

[coivi]

Cyrus had never considered himself a particularly spiritual man, but when a damn ghost started speaking to him—one that had actively tried and failed to possess him, probably due to the demonic entity already being housed within—he figured he had two options: lose his mind, or roll with it. He chose the latter. It wasn't every day you met a spectre who was as persistent as Cloud, after all. At first, their conversations had been laced with curiosity, Cloud poking and prodding at the strange fact that he couldn't control him. Cyrus, ever the immovable force, had taken it in stride, entertained by the entity that seemed just as fascinated by him. But somehow, the back-and-forth, the talking, the undeniable tension had led to this.

Now, with Cloud straddling his lap, Cyrus found himself in a predicament he hadn't quite anticipated. The ghost—his ghost, at this point—was trying to take him in, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he worked himself down onto something that Cyrus wasn't entirely sure he could handle. Not that he doubted his own ability—he was more concerned about Cloud. Cyrus was a big man, in every sense of the word, too big in some circles. And despite the fact that Cloud had no true physical body of his own, he was still occupying one. And that body was trembling, struggling to take him in inch by inch, all while Cloud let out the most sinfully broken moans, pleas and curses. Alas, he couldn't fathom the true beauty here. The vessel the spectre decided to house was by far one of the most beautiful men he had seen. The watery glint in their eyes from the strain, the visible pre-cum seeping from the tip of Cloud's cock, the muscles of his body that inevitably flexed; all of it had the warlock throbbing, his mast a hardened piece of fat meat, pre-cum flowing steadily from the slit, coating into the man's constricting walls.

Cyrus exhaled, a slow, measured breath as his large hands rested on the ghost's hips, holding him steady. "You sure about this?" His voice was lower than usual, rough with restraint. He wasn't trying to stop him—not exactly—but the sheer size difference between them was making him hesitate. It wasn't like he could just ghost through the ghost if things went south. He didn't want to hurt him, the vessel. He could feel the way Cloud's body shook, trembled against him, could see the strain in his pretty, otherworldly face as he tried to take more.

His grip tightened, not to pull him down but to keep him from sinking too fast. "Breathe," Cyrus rumbled, his thumbs rubbing slow, steady circles against the smooth skin, a hand coming to the front to rest against Cloud's navel, ignoring the rigid length between their bodies, his palm laid flat, offering it warmth and control, to create a sense of sweet tenderness and unionship between the two of them. "You don’t have to force it." His patience was endless, but the sight of Cloud trying so damn hard to take him—his flushed expression, the way he whimpered and gasped, the way his body clenched as he fought to accommodate Cyrus' pillar of cock-meat—was making it difficult to keep his composure. Still, he wasn't about to let his own need overtake the fact that Cloud wasn't built like him. He was smaller, and Cyrus had enough self-awareness to know what he was capable of doing if he wasn't careful.

"Fuck…" His voice was rougher now, the strain bleeding into his words as he leaned in, resting his forehead against Cloud's shoulder for just a moment. And after that short interval, the hand at the man's hips tightened, aiding in lifting him off his length entirely, which collapsed with a wet snap against his thigh. "Wait a second..." With relative ease, he moved the man to sit beside him, while Cyrus himself rose to his feet, still wearing his hooded sweatshirt, his jogging bottoms and underwear bunched down to his ankles, forcing him to shuffle across the room due to lack of movement, the causing his cock to bob and spring, the thickness of his buttocks to jiggle from every short step that he took towards his desk. His fingers rummaged through the drawers, gripping hold a tube of KY jelly and returning, a toothy grin appearing on his face when he waddled back. Cyrus resumed his seat on the armchair sofa, squeezed a generous dollop of the contents to his palm, and slicking it across the entirety of his monstrous heft. Even if Cloud was unable to tame it, at the very least, it would create a nice, easy glide. The tube was thrown to the small side-table. While his hand stroked his aching length from root to tip, his free arm curled beneath the spectre once again, lifting him back onto his lap, where he now would belong for the remainder of the night. Now, in the heat of things, he allowed himself to look at the figure, the scruff of his face, the athletic build, ripe nipples that urged to be suckled. In the midst of the wet strokes filling the room, he asked wearily, "Can I kiss you?" He wanted this—wanted him—Cyrus wasn't going to break this... stranger, just to get what he wanted. He could be patient. He had to be.

CONTINUED FROM HERE

[capiovis]

Caius' shoulders had slackened and relaxed once the deal had been struck; it meant he wouldn't have to worry too much about paying his rent and utility bills, or having to dress layers upon layers of clothing just to keep warm during the colder months of the year. With his job solely being a person to move the product of choice, in his case, marijuana, he soon came to realise Joseph as being a man of his word, someone he could trust. No doubt his good-looks, charming smile and hefty bulge that Joseph naturally seemed to sport had something to do with Caius being quick to agree to his terms. It didn't seem like much, but a full grand a week in his pocket was more than he could scrounge up in a month. It was natural for him to feel somewhat close to the man, who was twice his size, imposing and dominant, but Caius saw how gentle of a giant he was, despite the circumstances.

In the subway, Caius sat back on his seat, hoodie pulled over his head, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket that was dressed on top of his sweatshirt. Often and casually, he would glance across to Joseph's groin, his mind wondering if the volume was all balls or cock. Just before he could ponder on the thought, he fell witness to the man pushing his jeans down past his hips at the front, just enough to fish out that thick slab of meat. "Jesus, fuck." Caius was more than impressed, and quite horrified. He didn't need any instruction or guidance as he dropped down to one knee, hand seizing him at the base to angle it upwards in the direction of his hungry mouth. His lips spread, his breath hot, his tongue lashing out across that cockhead in a circular motion, coating it in a generous coating of hot spit. Caius could tell the man was still soft, not yet at its fullest potential. He paid no mind to his surroundings, knowing his new boss would keep an eye out for them both. Lips seal around him, securely and steadfast just as he begins to sink his head down, sliding that thickened, perfect rod into the back of his throat. Didn't even supply Joseph with a gag or a choke. His head returned until the only thing remaining on the surface of his tongue was the head. A kiss was laid, and he returned back down, gulping the shaft deeper, swallowing it until it filled and expanded his neck. Caius went on for several minutes until he began to struggle, gagging as the man's length began to expand in its girth and length. And yet, he fought to bury it as much as he could, while he could, until his nose was pressed into the pubic area and his cheek was pressed flush against those firm, large balls. So full and round. It had only been roughly five-to-ten minutes since he had begun, not once did he speak or pull free to look upon the man to note his expression. Until now.

He withdrew that full monstrosity with a loud, echoing POP of his lips. Before he could resume his seat, he proceeded to have that heavy tool bat away against his face. Only briefly, while his face dug in to his groin, inhaling that sweet musky aroma of both man and cock. "Hng, fuck." Caius whimpered out, his own shaft coming to life, twitching awake beneath boxer-briefs and jeans. After some time, he returned, tongue flat from base to tip, swallowing any remnants of pre-cum that had began to dribble down. He resumed his seat, wiping the corners of his mouth and licking his work out of his fingers. "I know you've probably heard this a million times, from the millions of bitches that drop down to their knees for a man of your status, but fuck, dude, your dick's fuckin' huge." Caius beamed at him, a tooth-bearing grin that clearly illustrated his glee. "Tastes fuckin' good." He realises his own loft apartment isn't too far from the next stop. As bad as he wanted to take the subway all the way to Joseph's home, which was probably 50x the size of his entire apartment, he didn't think he could provide his best work with the constant rattling and shaking of the carriage. "D'ya mind if I take you back to m'place? Could get there in less than five minutes at this stop comin' up." He wasn't even sure he could make it there, his arousal coming swiftly and voraciously. "C'mon, what d'ya say?" If this was under other circumstances, he would lure Joseph into some dark alley to milk him dry; but a somewhat soft twin bed or a sectional sofa was more comfortable.

CONTINUED FROM HERE

[castafar]

The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of stale beer, leather, and the faint tang of spilled whiskey. The low hum of conversation blended with the occasional burst of raucous laughter, but Orion barely noticed it. His attention was wholly consumed by Rastus, whose broad frame was pressed against him in the shadowy corner of the room.

They’d been close all night—too close, really. The tension between them had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, and now, after hours of stolen glances and subtle touches, it had finally reached a boiling point. Orion leaned back against the brick wall, the rough texture cool against his shoulders, as Rastus closed the distance between them. The man’s hands planted firmly on either side of Orion’s head upon the wall, caging him in without even touching him yet. The scent of Rastus—warm and earthy, with a hint of musk—made Orion’s cock twitch.

“You’ve been looking at me like that all night,” Orion heard Rastus whisper to him, his voice was deep and thick. His dark eyes bored into Orion’s, and his lips curved into a smirk that sent a rush of heat straight to Orion’s gut. “You gonna do something about it, or are you just gonna keep staring?”

Orion didn’t answer with words. Instead, he grabbed the front of Rastus’s shirt, fisting the fabric as he pulled him closer. Their mouths collided in a kiss that was more heat and teeth than finesse, but neither of them cared. The force of it made Orion’s back hit the wall, but he barely felt it over the sensation of Rastus’s lips against his, his tongue demanding entrance.

The kiss deepened, became messier, hungrier, as Orion tilted his head to let Rastus take what he wanted as the kiss travelled to his thick neckline. He felt the scrape of stubble against his jaw, the firm press of Rastus’s chest against his own. Rastus’s hands dropped to Orion’s hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as he pulled their bodies flush together.

Orion groaned into the kiss as he felt the hard press of Rastus’s impressive bulge against his own. His cock throbbed, straining against the confines of his jeans, and when Rastus shifted his hips, grinding into him, the friction sent a sharp jolt of pleasure racing through him. “Fuck,” Orion gasped, breaking the kiss just long enough to catch his breath. His hands slid up, one gripping the back of Rastus’s neck while the other traced the strong curve of his jaw. “You're packing some fucking heat.”

Rastus grinned, his lips brushing against Orion’s ear as he murmured sweetly, “Seems like you are too.” His hand moved between them, palming Orion’s bulge through his jeans. The pressure made Orion’s knees weaken, and he leaned harder against the wall for support, his breaths coming in ragged pants.

The music from the jukebox thumped in the background, a steady rhythm that matched the pace of their grinding. Orion arched into the touch, his head tipping back against the wall as Rastus’s hand kneaded him through the thick fabric, teasing but firm enough to make him ache.

“You like that?” Rastus asked him, his voice a growl that sent a shiver down Orion’s spine.

“Shut up,” Orion shot back, though the breathless quality of his voice undermined the sharpness of his words. His hips bucked against Rastus’s, seeking more, needing more, as the heat between them grew unbearable.

Rastus laughed, the sound rich and deep, before capturing Orion’s mouth again. The kiss was searing, a clash of tongues and teeth that left Orion dizzy. He wrapped his arms around Rastus’s broad shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer, grinding their bodies together in a rhythm that was as rough and desperate as their kisses.

The bar seemed to fade away, the noise and the people blurring into insignificance. It was just them, two big men tangled together in the corner, their bodies straining against each other, their need palpable and raw. Orion didn’t care who saw them; all that mattered was the heat of Rastus’s body, the strength of his hands, and the maddening friction that threatened to drive him over the edge. "We should take this to the alleyway out back," Orion begged, a light whimper escaping his lips. "Please, I want more."

@men-of-paradise asked: awaiting - Rastus

[scnsuality]

closed starter for @men-of-paradise Alex and Yuki - continued from 5C [here]

Alex wasn't sure what to make of his surroundings the deeper he got into the forest. It felt eerie, intimidating, and yet like the most alluringly beautiful place he had ever been to. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was hopelessly lost, and yet it felt like he was drawn ever deeper, not once feeling like turning around was the wise thing to do. For a moment, he began doubting his decisions, wondering if he would ever see anything but woods again... until he reached the grove, a smile of awe spreading across his lips as Alex felt immense relief, the beauty of this place giving him comfort.

He didn't question the appearance of the other; of course these shrines were being guarded and attended. The stranger was as breathtaking as this whole place, his sudden emergence truly feeling like a gift, and Alex gratefully embraced it and accepted the offer for lodging and refreshments. He was enthralled by this paradise and its maintainer, and the fruit he accepted from the other man tasted like the sweetest, ripest treat he could dream of. Alex could feel the juices dripping down from his lips, arousal flushing his body, aching to be touched...

He bit on his lip instinctively, tasting the nectar as he licked his lips in arousal when the other reappeared with the oil, those robes so temptingly loose. "You're sent by the heavens", the traveller purred gratefully, humming and breathing heavily as Yuki undressed him, flustered from arousal instead of shame as his cock got exposed and stroked. It quickly hardened under the feeling of the oils and the older male's touch, and Alex couldn't - and did not even try to - hold back his moans as the other kneeled. "All of them", he whispered with lust in his tone. "My whole body aches to be touched by you", he confessed. "Is that... alright?"

[multipackers]

@men-of-paradise said: 3D - Eric and Your Choice

Bear thought he did a pretty good job of concealing his former identity from the neighbors and others in his social circle. The frumpier appearance, glasses and all, helped quite a bit; you'd never guess he ever had a career in porn unless you looked at him naked. Unfortunately, Eric sussed him out pretty quickly, but in times like these you may as well make lemonade.

"Y'know, I don't usually do this," Bear says, looking up at Eric as he sucks the other man's cock. "But as long as you promise me a chance at that ass, mate, then you shoot as much cum down my throat as you want–"

[coivi]

The outdoor shower sat nestled amidst towering trees and thick foliage, hidden away from the world in a private sanctuary of natural beauty. The late afternoon sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky a soft gradient of lavender and amber, while the evening air hung heavy with the scent of fresh rain that had soaked the earth not long ago. The ground beneath his feet was still damp, cool from the rainstorm that had passed through earlier, but the air around was warm and saturated with the remnants of the storm. The shower itself, though simple in design, felt like a necessary part of his daily routine after mucking around in the garden, ripping out weeds and planting shrubs and plants, it was a part of the landscape that had been carved from natural materials; wooden slats, stone and a hint of industrialism with the copper pipe that framed out to the large shower head from up above. Its stone walls were slick with moisture, and the sound of water rushing from the showerhead mixed with the natural hum of insects and the soft rustle of the trees above caught his attention.

He watched from afar as his friend stood there, basking in the cool glory of the water. No clothing in sight. Nokohr had been his latest visitor to his home, and while he enjoyed the help the deity provided to his gardens and general house duties, he far more enjoyed his care-free, nudist nature. This was not the first time, nor would it be the last, that he would find his friend somewhere in his home, butt naked, looking a delicious six-course meal that needed to be savoured, licked and sucked dry. Naturally, as the man faced away to wash the dirt from his body, Cyrus began to feel his manhood throb. Contorting in its tight confinements. Without hesitation, he removed every article of clothing; boots, socks, cargo pants, t-shirt and finally, his underwear. As he silently padded his way towards his friend with a sense of pride and lust in his eyes, his cock repeatedly batted between toned, muscular thighs, slowly beginning to fill up and out.

Now that he stood beneath the spray of water, beads of water trickled down over the hard lines of his body. Each drop shimmered briefly before disappearing into the lines of his chest, the contours of his abs, and the subtle curve of his waist. His buzz-cut hair was almost waterproof, so he passed a hand through it. His eyes, still bright despite the shadowed light, met the top of Nokohr's head. The way he stood, relaxed yet somehow on the edge of something, told Cyrus that this was a moment that felt suspended in time—something special that was happening for the first time, despite there already being a lingering sexual relationship amidst their friendship. His breath, warm and steady, shrouded along the curvature of the man's neck as he dipped his head down, securing a light kiss to his flesh. Both hands then seized the man by his hips, guiding him to settle onto a firmer stance, with legs parted and instructing him to take a firm stance upon the stone ground.

The water sprayed down, cool and soothing, contrasted beautifully with the heat between them—it was stronger, unrelenting. He pushed a hand upwards to clip onto the man's shoulder, while the other parted from Nokohr's hip and moved downward, capturing the thick slab of flaccid cock and forcibly wacking it across that supple, fattened cheeks. Cyrus watched as each strike caused the flesh to ripple and react. "Fuck." The movement, slow and deliberate, like he was requesting permission from his friend; he needed to know if there was anything that was holding him back from what was to come. His gaze never left the back of his head, and when he spoke, his voice was low, almost hushed by the sound of the water, but it was clear, steady. “It’s strange,” he said, almost as though he were speaking to himself, the words forming on his lips with a raw honesty. “How everything else seems to fade away when you're here. It’s just the water. The air. The quiet. And you.” He took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking with each steady heartbeat. The grip he had around his length tightened. As he spoke, the blunt pink cockhead was digging between the firm and delicious buttocks, seeking out that delicious, smooth little puckered hole. Without any mercy to either subject, prep-work or lubrication, Cyrus rolled his hips forth once he felt that tiny, quivering opening against him. The constriction around his fattening prick almost had him doubling over, but he merely responded to the sensation with a deep grunt and a sharp wince through gritted teeth. The water seemed to help things glide more smoothly, but not as much spit and lubricant would. Their only saving grace being that Cyrus was still in possession of a semi-erection. But, he was still several minutes away from reaching that high peak, so with whatever time he had left, he wanted to at least supply Nokohr with some mild pain-filled pleasure.

Without bothering to waste too much time, he urges the man to brace himself with the wall in front of him as Cyrus' hips surge forth, plugging up every last inch of that softened shaft. Though it had some growing to do, it was exceptionally thick and well above the average, enough to do the work. Still, he was careful to listen out to any prompts from his friend that may cause him to stop. With only grunts, winces, a few cries and primal groan from the man, Cyrus proceeded to continue. Retracting backwards until only the head was nestled around that tight ring of muscle, before rutting back, brushing along sensitive bundles of nerves; claiming that sweet spot at every slam of his hips against that fat posterior. Again, his eyes were set to watch as every impact caused the man's broad and bulky frame to jiggle from the powerful impact.

No more could they hear the sound of wind in the trees, the cacophony of birds or insects, nor of the water trickling down across their bodies. Now, it was filled with moans, winces and grunts, flesh smacking on flesh. His attention averted upwards when he noticed Nokohr begin to arch his back, accepting his place and the position that he was in as Cyrus rutted into him with reckless abandon; he only acted out like this when he was stressed, but he wouldn't pursue it if he didn't think Nokohr could handle. "What a beauty you are, man." There was a grin plastered to Cyrus' face, he maintained eye contact when his friend contorted his upper body to be able to look over his shoulder. With another dozen slams, the warlock retracted his length completely, causing it to bob free and hang down at an angle, standing with hands at his hips now to regain his composure and silence that primal need in his mind that screamed for him to breed the man out for hours. Alas, those thoughts were brushed aside as he went on to inspect his friend, taking a step back. "You really do have a nice, breedable ass, Nok. Wish you stuck around long enough to let me practice fucking you when my dick is hard." The night was still young, and Cyrus' length had reached its potential; he needed a release tonight. If not by anal, by his hands or oral. "You want me to continue, or do you want to drop to your knees to give that little hole of yours a break?"

@men-of-paradise asked: 1A - Nokohr

[coivi]

Cyrus stood tall on the stone balcony of his 16th century-style manor, hands on his hips, beige sweatpants cinched down to his ankles, white t-shirt still worn loosely across his massive frame that towered his beloved Rastus. He watched closely at the man down on one knee, his face somewhat hidden behind the thick mast of that monstrously fat cock, jutting out from his body like a steel rod, drooping in a downward angle due to its sheer weight and mass, freely being offered to his friend without any desire to guide him or to force his mouth upon it. It seemed like Rastus' eyes were fixed upon it with a mixture of awe, desire, and a look of complete shock and horror. As the deity took both of his hands, reaching out to grasp Cyrus' shaft, one at the base and another at its centre, he responded verbally with a deep groan of satisfaction, a smile crept onto his lips. It was quite the view as he watched the man explore the length with his hand, stroking him slowly and leisurely with a circular twist of his wrists. Fingers didn't meet around the circumference of it as it grew to its fullest potential, but Rastus had managed to grasp it firmly, digits digging deep into the flesh in a vice-like grip.

Before he could say much, he watched with lust in his eyes when the deity parted his plump lips widely, eagerly abducting the pink flared cockhead into the wet warmth of his mouth. "Oh... fuck!" Cyrus' cock responded well, throbbing and pulsing in the man's grip, a bead of pre-cum forming at the very tip for Rastus to collect. "Goddamn, fuck, oh fuck," he cursed aloud again, tilting his head back and forcing his eyes closed. The man fell into a perfect rhythm almost right away, a delicious suction to this prick that had the nerves in Cyrus' thighs twitching. Rastus sucked eagerly, with hunger, inch after inch, disappearing into that greedy mouth. Cyrus didn't dare to stop him nor take any control; he was quite enjoying the sudden pleasure. Both of his hands then moved in tandem, stroking the length not currently withheld in that warm cavern, a gentle precision that hit the spot. Rastus' mouth was a warm, wet cave, a place of darkness and pleasure that seemed to envelop Cyrus' cock like a shroud. When he felt that tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock in a swirl, drenching it in a thick layer of bubbled spit, a tingling sensation shot up his spine. "Fuck, you're gorgeous like this, Rastus." The deity was doing everything he enjoyed; taking control, taking what he wanted, maintaining eye contact as his mouth enveloped that delicious cockmeat back into his mouth. It was truly a sight to behold, a true marvel of nature.

As time went on, he continued to watch Rastus' performance closely, hands now behind his own back, resting together idly by. Cyrus could see the effort in his face, the sheen of sweat, the tears in his eyes, the frothy saliva around his mouth as he slurped and swallowed him. "What a good boy you are," he began, a deep growl in his chest. "And all fucking mine to enjoy." At least for tonight.

There was so much determination in those dark eyes, but he could tell his human form was starting to fail him, the muscles of his shoulders tensing with effort as he struggled to introduce it into his throat. However, his hands moved faster, fingers stroking him well and fully, spreading the hot spit down across the rest of the length. And yet, despite it, Rastus continued to bob his head with a frenzied intensity.

Enough time had passed now that Cyrus moved a hand to the back of his head, while the other supported him from underneath his jawline. Rastus' eyes bulged when he realised the warlock was now taking control. Cyrus softened his worries with a praising caress to the side of his face. "You've done beautifully... but now, I want you to relax, don't even think about what's happening, just look into my eyes." All while he spoke on, he was guiding the man's face closer with enough pressure to stabilise him, but also enable Rastus to pull away if he become too uncomfortable or experienced too much pain. "That's it... open up," he grunted out, hips dipping forward, his cock resting flat on the man's tongue, sliding it into the back of his mouth. With some reassurance, the girthy tip nudged past the breaking point, and dug down into the tighter tunnel. He heard him gag and choke straight away, perhaps from the unfamiliarity of it, or the sheer thickness of it stretching his throat to the max. But still, he couldn't deny it; it was like music to Cyrus' ears, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo deep into his core.

With Cyrus' hands locking the deity in place and hips retracting and thrusting forth, he was still fascinated by the fact one of Rastus' hands continued to stroke him, while the other was now supporting itself against Cyrus' hip in case he needed to push him away. Regardless of his needs, he could see the exhaustion in the man's tearful eyes. Rastus' jaw was tight, his body surely had been worn out from the effort of sucking on Cyrus' impressive tool. But Cyrus was still hard, still throbbing with pleasure. He reached down, his hand grasping Rastus' shoulder to ease him away, the cock slipping from his mouth to droop across his chin and hang downward, dripping with saliva and pre-cum, the sticky residue now prevalent in the man's face. "Good boy, Rastus," Cyrus said, his voice husky with desire. "You did well." Rastus seemed to accept his praise with a nod, his eyes fixated on the cock before him. In that moment, Cyrus felt a sense of pride and satisfaction.

"Take a break," Cyrus said, his voice deep, hands returning to his hips. "And then we'll continue."

@men-of-paradise asked: [ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed. + reverse - Rastus

[scnsuality]

closed starter for @men-of-paradise Jonah and Idar - continued from 29B [here]

The problem with seeking justice was that there was never a clear line between all the grey shades of morality. How much of a misdeed did it take to tip the scales to make a virtuous person deserving of punishment? Jonah had considered himself good-hearted for basically his entire life, never wishing any harm on anyone, seeing the good in people to the point where he was prone to being exploited. But as naive as he could seem, he wasn't above lashing out when he was scorned. So yes, when he found out the guy he'd been seeing, dreamed about a future with, was secretly already engaged to somebody else the entire time... he had decided to go an eye for an eye. Secretly taping himself having sex with the man, he'd sent the tape to the guy's fiancé, then his boss... then posted it online for everyone to see. Retribution that felt just in the moment, though clearly divinity disagreed.

He hadn't been certain whether he could trust his eyes as the deity manifested out of thin air, believing it to be a daydream at first - but the stranger's strength, those hands stripping and binding him to the bed certainly felt real. And if any doubts had been left, they were cleared away by Idar's thick cock, relentlessly pushing into him over and over and having the mortal moan in heat, his gaze hazy as he struggled to form a clear thought. It didn't even dawn on him how ironic it was how the punishment literally fit the crime. "I... Ohgod... Y-Yes!", he groaned, gently tugging at his restraints, his mind barely capable of figuring out what he was even agreeing to. "I won't ever do it again... Please....!", he purred, uncertain whether he was begging for mercy or for the deity's punishment to continue.

[scnsuality]

M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3

11A - Saikif and Your Choice

"Holy... fuuuuuck... Don't fucking stop-hnggghhh!!!", Jasper groaned, his voice hoarse and husky and his words pressed between moans and gasping for air as he he felt his own tie choking him at times. Not that the blonde had any reason for complaint - rather the opposite, with his expression being filled with pure ecstasy and the tightness of his hole clenching around Saikif's length upon each thrust, tightening around the other's cock just like the tie would tighten whenever the man put his weight against it to keep Jasper's back arched.

This was intense, the blonde's body glistening with sweat and his moans deep and primal as Saikif was fucking him deeply and with some obvious force, not holding back at all - in short, Jasper was in heaven. This was the epitome of anything he could have wished for, his most carnal desires being fulfilled more than he could have imagined. It was fair to call him a slut, rarely more pleased than when he was getting dicked down good, and the only thing he was left craving was even more.

[scnsuality]

M/M Smut Gif Starters: Part 3

2C - Drake and Charlie

Charlie's eyes were gleaming with aroused anticipation, eager and mesmerized by the absolutely breathtaking view of the other man standing between his spread legs, the naked form of Drake towering over him. The younger man knew he must be offering quite a view for the other as well, with his own nude self sprawled out, looking up at Drake with need in his eyes, and yet Charlie himself was fully focused on watching the other's fingers stroke that cock, the way his biceps would flex, the way every muscle started to tense up, signaling the impending climax.

The brunette felt his lips unwittingly parting, almost as if he was eagerly expecting the man's seed - but he certainly had not been prepared for the power and intensity with which the other came, Drake's hot load showering Charlie, who felt ropes of cum raining onto his torso, his chest, some of it even indeed hitting his face. "Holy shit...", he whispered with a little grin, eagerly licking the cum off his own lips while chuckling in bliss.

[scnsuality]

closed starter for @men-of-paradise Okion and Seth - continued from 22C [here]

Seth truly had not expected anybody to have the same idea as himself when he decided to make his way to the spring. The spot was so secluded, one of the last few places around that most people didn't know about, Seth himself only having found it by chance. The thought of taking a bath under the waterfall, in the midst of nature, fully naked and free, was enticing. He had fully not expected to come across an even more enticing sight upon his arrival. He couldn't explain how or why, couldn't put it into words, but he knew right away that the 'man' he saw bathing himself could not be a normal human. The other's allure was out of this realm, and when he was spotted, for a brief second Seth was unsure whether to fear for divine punishment or be embraced by otherworldly attraction.

To his delight, fate shined upon him as the other was benevolent, and apparently lustful - a notion that Seth certainly approved of. "I apologize if my boldness has insulted you", he reassured with a smile, although the way the other man pinned his hands against the rocks did not seem angry per se. "I must admit, seeing you like this, I cannot help but have my mind go to impure places. I am dirty like that, indeed", he purred against the other's lips, regret not quite what was audible in his tone. "I'm glad you decided to be generous, then. I'm very happy to let you have some fun with me... Anything to show my gratitude for not being a cat yet", he chuckled, smirking for a moment as he bit his tongue, stopping himself from making a pun about the effects of the deity's presence and a certain hungry pussy.

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GAY NSFW M/M SMUT GIF MEME 13C - Aquilis and Felix

Felix could tell right away he had taken a wrong turn, cursing himself under his breath for the reckless decision to leave the highway and take a chance by driving into the woods. On paper, it had felt like a smart move; according to the radio, there had been a major crash just a few miles ahead on the highway, and the traffic jam was going to take hours to get through - besides, he'd planned to find a nice spot in nature anyway, right? That's why he had rented an off-road vehicle in the first place. But it became clear pretty quickly that this forest wasn't the best location for a hike or an impromptu camping stay. Not only did the navigation system lose signal a few minutes in, but the roads got narrower and more confusing, and by the time the truck began acting up, Felix was lost.

He had been surprised to hear the sound of water nearby - was he near a river, or even the seashore? - but even more startled when he spotted another man, an unexpected savior here in the middle of nowhere. A stranger, oddly mesmerizing... Why was he here again? Felix felt his mind clouded, just the sound of the nearby body of water filling his ears, and all his thoughts circling around his desire for this mysterious man. He hardly registered that his truck was right in front of him as he kneeled on the forest ground, eyes clouded with pure ecstatic lust asnd the stranger's nude body mounting his own. Felix turned his head, exposing his neck to the man's lips, his back arched and his tight heat gripping the cock that was pumping inside him so eagerly, desperately, as if feeling the other fill him up was the only thing he'd ever craved.

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M/M Smut GIF Starters, Part 2 28C - James and Nash

M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS, PART 2

"Dude, just give up... I could keep going like this all day", Nash claimed, his voice dripping with lust and immediately giving away the obvious lie, no matter how hard he tried to flash his cockiest smirk at James. Silently asking himself why the hell he had agreed to this, he remembered that it had in fact been his own idea to make this bet. He'd found a porn magazine, amazed by the fact that those even still existed in the age of the internet. Full of testosterone and stupid ideas, Nash had dared James to compete and see who could jerk it to the filthy magazine the longest, without blowing their load.

Nash had been awfully confident about his chances; after all, he'd just jerked off last night, so it wasn't like there was immense pressure. The only issue was that he'd made the mistake of letting his eyes wander, watching James masturbate more so than paying attention to the porn. And to his chagrin, the porn wasn't half as hot as the other man. So despite his best efforts, Nash soon felt the climax come closer, his muscles tensing and toes curling no matter how hard he tried to calm down.

"Oh f-fuuuuck... Shit, FUCK!" The point of no return had been reached and crossed, and Nash himself was surprised by the intensity with which he spurted his load up in the air, making a mess of himself in the process. "Fuck... Okay, you win", he groaned once the climax subsided slowly, his dick still hard in his grip. "I honor my debts. As we discussed - you can dare me to do whatever you want, and I can't refuse. You better make this good, dude. I'm a sore loser and I don't wanna do your laundry as punishment or some shit."

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M/M Smut GIF Starters, Part 2 8A - Will and Felipe

M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS, PART 2

Felipe honestly wasn't the type to use the gym as a place to meet guys for hookups... well, not usually at least. He simply liked to keep himself in shape, strongly believing that a healthy body was the best way to keep a healthy mind as well. Most of the time he didn't even pay that much attention to the other people at the gym - he'd get quickly changed in the lockers, then do his workout with headphones in his ears and his favorite playlist to vibe with, and then hit the showers. But tonight had gone differently. He'd been busy throughout the day, so he hit the gym fairly late, finding the place almost deserted. He could only spot one other guy present as he jogged on the treadmill - and damn, he was quite a sight. Observing the stranger lifting weights, Felipe found himself reaching for the water bottle more often than normal, feeling quite thirsty all of a sudden. And soon it became clear that the other had also noticed him. The flexing and flirtatious looks became less and less subtle, and once Felipe went to hit the showers, he could tell the other man was following shortly.

They had barely exchanged any words, just brief introductions before the sexual tension boiled over and exploded in a display of lust and passion, with Felipe finding himself as the weight that Will was lifting this time. "You sure I'm not too heavy for you?", he teased breathlessly against the other man's lips, quickly kissing him again deeply as he held on to him tightly, arms and legs wrapped around the stranger's muscular frame, feeling his cock buried deep inside him as he bounced on its length. "Fuck, you're so hot... Admit it, you were flexing extra hard in there when you saw me staring... I was so distracted, dude... Wanted to just walk over to you and lick you all over", Felipe purred with a chuckle.

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M/M Smut GIF Starters, Part 2 2C - Jason and Jesse

M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS, PART 2

It had been supposed to be a simple enough job. Jesse, strapped for cash as usual, had agreed to help out a friend who designed and manufactured custom furniture for high-end clients. It sounded like lucrative work; deliver some luxurious pieces of furniture to a neighborhood way fancier than what Jesse was used to, and get paid way above his usual rate. Except for the other guys who had been hired decided not to show up at all. So instead of being finished and gone before the resident came back home, Jesse was still moving the expensive new designer sofa all by himself, sweaty and breathing hard when the client came home. Not just any client, either, but an actual royal - so far out of the realm of his usual social circle, but damn, so very attractive. Jesse wasn't sure what reaction he expected when he apologized for the delay - but to his surprise, the other seemed more interested in him than the furniture all of a sudden.

He certainly had not expected he'd be laying on the very same couch he had delivered, legs spread and knees pulled up to his shoulders, moaning in pleasure as he felt the beard of his crown prince client brushing against his cheeks and hole. "Shit... I hope this makes up for the inconvenience", he groaned with a smirk, a hand reaching for the other man's neck to encourage him to dive in even deeper as his tight entrance was needily twitching against Jason's tongue. "No offense, but damn... I really wasn't expecting someone living this fancy to be that good at eating ass", he admitted teasingly.

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M/M Smut GIF Starters, Part 2 13C - Harley and Nico

M/M SMUT GIF STARTERS, PART 2

Before enrolling at Paradise University, Nico had never felt much of an interest in the idea of joining a fraternity. While he'd always been excited about having a truly comprehensive college experience, being part of an elitist group of mysogynistic and possibly racist douchebags was one thing he wasn't hesitant to skip. But the reputation of Sigma Epsilon Chi and the rumors about the nature of their weekly parties had him oddly intrigued. Against his own instincts, he'd pledged - and fuck, in moments like this, Nico wondered why he ever had considered to miss out on it.

One knee resting on the cushion, the other leg off the couch, he was sprawled out fully naked for Harley, the large round mounds of his ass on full display, as if served on a dinner platter for the other to feast on - and to Nico's delight, so he did. "Fuuuck", he groaned, almost in disbelief at just how damn amazing Harley's tongue felt as it explored his entrance, the tight hole twitching in excitement to get probed and penetrated. "You like this ass?", he asked with a grin, getting more confident and cheeky by the second. It was still a thrill to Nico having sex in the middle of a frat house, where any of the other brothers could probably hear or even walk in on them at any moment. He wasn't fully used to that just yet, but had quickly discovered it was a turn-on.