#nsfw..

[silversky9]

Am I the only one that thinks Tommy doesn't cum till his Evan is coating his insides..

[lvlyfawn]

no cause now that u said it I can't stop thinking abt morning sex w kateeeee

hear me out.. you’re literally knuckles deep in her and you keep your lips on hers to muffle her whimpers. i can’t stop thinking about it. i need your take on it.

[sukerokus]

hi psa watch mignon

[bulwarkbolvirk]

He couldn't deny how good the slight, slow rocking along part of his length felt, yet just as apparent was the strain in that tightness and how it showed in both expression and posture. Bolvirk was tempted more by the minute to take initiative in a pause, only for long enough to retrieve the nearly-full oil he knew they had. Despite Raiju's sweet words and touch, and how Bolvirk treasured them, he nonetheless mulled over how best to offer the suggestion.

He then wondered to himself if his thoughts were writ too clear in his look, as Raiju was the one to pull back first. I really don't have the face for dice. Regardless, they'd settled on the same conclusion. It also helped that Bolvirk got to watch the firelight play over fair-skinned muscle, still feeling that touch down his front in a subtly tingling trail. Freyja herself blessed that ass, he was sure. Bolvirk remained where he was in the meantime, answering that smirk with a broader, slanted, inviting grin.

His palms immediately returned to Raiju's thighs once the latter settled atop him again. Breath shuddering softly at the indulgent strokes spreading oil over his cock, Bolvirk nonetheless managed with his own mix of teasing and sincerity, "You're welcome to it anytime." And this time in particular, he got to watch Raiju open himself up with slicked fingers. Freyja's blessing, indeed.

Bolvirk didn't mark, nor much care, how much time passed before Raiju was readying once more. His hands slid back to support the other's rear just like before; the hum of his moan carried a little extra tenderness, an unspoken praise and encouragement, as Raiju sank down more easily. Tension rippled through Bolvirk as well, though it was from the effort to stay still, no matter how amazing those fluttering squeezes felt around his shaft. He swallowed hard, then sighed out a moan at the pace Raiju started with. Lashes threatened to fall shut for a moment, but Bolvirk refused to take his eyes off the vision atop him.

When their gazes met, one hand slid up from Raiju's rear over his side and chest to cradle his cheek. "I think I was," Bolvirk agreed in similar quiet, adoring certainty. Another moan escaped the back of his throat. "I don't have enough words in any tongue for how perfect you feel." He coaxed Raiju closer, for a kiss burning with hunger and affection. In the meantime, his other hand's fingertips roamed until settling in the cleft of his love's rear, rubbing gently against the stretched, oiled rim in complement to Raiju's steady rhythm. That urge to thrust his hips up had lost its sharpest edge for now, but it still simmered low in his gut. Not yet, Bolvirk reminded himself.

“All the more reason I should.” Bolvirk hadn’t forgotten Raiju’s earlier confession. If he could do or say anything to ease his friend into the idea that those feelings were mutual before saying so in words, he’d do it. He was no bard, but he’d never heard complaints from past partners about his honesty and earnestness.

Another inhale caught and stumbled past his lips, as Raiju continued stroking while settling onto his lap. Bolvirk spared a glance downward at the weight of the other’s cock against his stomach, but found his attention transfixed most by Raiju’s expression. What a privilege it was, every time, to watch the man melt into unbridled pleasure.

As Raiju adjusted to brace one foot near his hip, Bolvirk shifted his hold as well, palms splaying instead on those wonderful round cheeks of the other’s rear. “So am I,” he murmured, volume kept low more out of tenderness than necessity. “I’m glad and grateful you decided to stay, that you feel the same way I do - wanting more, maybe even everything.”

Nonetheless, Bolvirk did feel the taut pressure of his cockhead meeting Raiju’s entrance. One hand gripped the man’s ass a bit tighter for support, while his other went for the vial of oil his friend had fetched and left aside, but found it out of reach. He instead kept his length braced and steady while he watched Raiju slowly start to work down onto it. “Easy… easy, me pryftan,” he soothed. “Take your time.” Much as he enjoyed the praise, Bolvirk couldn’t help worrying over how much pain Raiju might be in. Maybe he should’ve spent more time opening him up, or gotten the oil first and kept it close. He wished he had an extra pair of hands, to at least offer some gentle massages to Raiju’s sides or thighs.

Bolvirk swallowed back most of a moan when the other at last began to sink down. He knew better than to follow the urge to bury himself inside all at once, not with so little lubrication. Even if the way Raiju squeezed and fluttered around him was sorely tempting. He kept his hands where they were, even when his friend started a careful rhythm on about half of his cock.

“That’s it, nice and slow. Gods, you feel incredible - but I’m sorry I didn’t get the oil.” The thumb of his spread hand smoothed a small arc back and forth over the curve of Raiju’s rear. “Are you alright? If it hurts too much…” Bolvirk could think of several offers to end with, so he trailed off to leave them all open for the other man’s consideration.

[narcvampp]

I JUST HAD SEX WITH JESUS CHRIST -The "Jesus oomf" anon (IF THAT WASN'T OBVIOUS)

How was it! Who topped!

What was he into!

[chremes007]

knee deep in the passenger seat 🚙

[lxvvie]

Simon doesn't think he's ever tasted something so good in his fuckin' life before.

He didn't know what he was in for this time when he got back from deployment, and nicotine and whiskey ain't got shit on this. Poor bastard can't remember the last time he had something so good invade his senses like this.

You said you had a treat for him, made him lay down, and promptly sat on his face, and Simon was fuckin' gone. Don't know what the fuck possessed him but he took one whiff and was instantly hooked.

Simon feasted on your cunt like a man starved. Tongue, lips, fingers, you name it. Anything to get his fix, anything to make you moan.

Anything to make you cum.

Didn't let up for shit, not even to breathe, and when you voiced your concern while whimpering and trembling, Simon didn't give a fuck and still continued to love on your pretty cunt because where the bloody fuck are you going?

Shut up. Shut the hell up and let him make you cum, sweetheart.

Actions have consequences. Shouldn't have made him feel so bloody good, shouldn't have poked at the beast, and he'd be damned if he didn't think this was the best post-deployment gift he's ever gotten. Better than the nicotine high or occasional pity wank.

Fuck, it's been so long and he's absolutely disgusting about it.

And Simon's aware of it all, the way his cock is so hard it's bloody painful and leaking in his pants, the way you're grinding on his face, smothering it and fucking his mouth (don't you dare stop, either), and how his everything is consumed by you. You coat his stubble, fill his nostrils up with your scent, his tastebuds are fired up—bloody hell, need he explain more?

Simon could die a happy man right now, and what would his gravestone say? Here Lies Simon Riley, Died Eating Cunt.

He'd chuckle if he wasn't too busy at the moment. Shit, he probably did if the way you're moaning is any indication. That felt good, didn't it, sweetheart?

It's your turn now to say his name like a prayer and believe in him just as he believes in you.

And it's the best fucking thing to ever bless his ears.

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Turning Simon Out: Part I and Part II.

[araneapeixes]

how about that hot girl summer

(pose credit to this awesome piece!!)

[sayatsugu]

Added another outfit for them <3

Also some slightly NSFW kisses under the cut

[barblaz-arts]

Hell's most vanilla couple

[lxvvie]

Simon never thought his body was anything special—not really.

He's just keeping fit because it's part of the job, sweetheart, so body worship wasn't on his bingo card when you invited him over for some rest and relaxation.

Well, not his body, yeah?

Your eyes lit up like it was fuckin' Christmas when you saw him. Simon had just gotten out of the shower, hadn't really had time to put his towel on, and what the fuck is it with him losing track of time when he's with you? All Simon remembered was hearing you mutter "Bloody hell..." under your breath (heh, he's rubbin' off on ya) and next thing he knows, Simon's laying on your bed. Naked. Under you. Wait a fuckin' minute—

His mind goes blank when he watches you watch him; you look at him like he's a fuckin' masterpiece, like he's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, body hair, cuts, bruises, burns, dents and all, drooling without the drool or what the fuck ever, but shit, it's enough to make Simon's face hot. If he wasn't embarrassed then, he's sure as fuck embarrassed now, and he'd bet every pound he had that knobhead Johnny would have a field day with this.

It's the way you kissed, nipped, and sucked everywhere you could (Christ, you even played with his nipples), making him feel so good, making him feel so bloody seen. Rough skin against your softness, and he's never felt so self-conscious before. You were so damn careful with his latest set of bruises, so fuckin' kind and considerate that he felt his heart jump.

It's the way you ran your hand down, all the way fuckin' down, until it wrapped around his cock. His cock that you're lazily stroking, his cock, hot, heavy, leaking, just... what the fuck are you doing to him?

It's the way you kissed Simon's Adam's apple, soft, gently, and he was afraid to swallow because he thought he'd lose something but he sure as hell felt the goosebumps on his skin and shivers run down his spine.

But it's the coup de grâce, you swopping down to kiss the scar dangerously close to his lips, that shatters Simon completely. Breaks him down so fuckin' much that he's practically holding on to you for dear life. He leans against your touch, wonders what the fuck it would feel like to have your lips against his, and he barely registers the fact that he came, not earth-shattering but a warm blanket over him, and it feels like his very first time.

Fuck, this should've been his very first time.

"Aw, you do turn bronze when you tan, Simon!" He looks down, takes inventory of his tan lines (when has he ever lied to you, sweetheart?), looks up at your beaming smile, snorts, and rolls his eyes. If this were anyone else, he'd probably be pissed that the mood was broken.

It's you, though, and it makes everything feel right.

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Turning Simon Out series