#one of my favorite things was when we put a bunch of sex lube under the door handle of their car and watched them grab it

[kuromi-hoemie]

oh if u saw this poll before, i answered last night. im absolute dog shit at mario kart.

[caitlinsnicket]

˚꒰ pegging them for the first time {arcane preference}

╭・characters; jinx, vi, caitlyn, ekko, silco, viktor.

┊ warnings; nsfw, obviously. there's a link to a sex shop in each character, so be mindful of that if you click on it! afab reader.

╰・ a/n; i'm aware that these are dildos, not straps, but let's just pretend, for the sake of this hc. sorry for any typos. if you'd like to support me, here's my ko-fi.

| jinx

she's the one who suggests it

one morning while you two are talking about sex and things you's like to try out

"if you had a dick, that'd be so hot"

when you agree, she gets right into it

researches the best place to buy one and asks you about you favorite color and shape and stuff like that

whispers the dirtiest things in your ear

"i want you to fuck me until i can't walk"

shows up randomly with a huge package in hand

you open it and it's huge

like

huge huge

she got the biggest version she could

looks like a unicorn's horn, just less pointy

is so excited she forgot to buy lube, so it had to be put on hold for another day

but then the night came

she was splayed in the bed, legs up, her face glowing with excitement

you prep her and lube the dildo up, but she can't stop wiggling under you

"stop teasing me toots"

you enter her slowly, but she just can't help herself and she keeps trying to sink deeper

you don't want to hurt her, but she doesn't care

is sore for about a week

still asks you to fuck her silly all the time, but you need to look out for her because she can take it too far

rides you so fast you can barely keep up

melts after cumming a lot

her prefered aftercare is comfort food (a bunch of candy) and a fluffy blanket, with all the cuddles

| Vi

"i don't think you understand what you're asking for, kitty"

she uses the strap and other toys on you regularly, but it never crossed her mind that you'd be interested in that

takes some time to actually accept the idea, but eventually just thinks about it like 'you only live once'

acts all tough and flustered when you ask her to go strap-shopping with her

a brat tbh

in the end chooses one that doesn't look too much like an actual dildo and pays everything in a hurry

she's splayed in the bed, nervous as hell, and barely stretches the first time you try to prep her

she wasn't ready the first time

she feels like she'll get weaker if she let's go of control like that, also it's a bit of internalized misoginy

but after a night where you had her creaming her pants from how hot you looked riding her, she decided to try again

this time she's sitting on the edge of the bed, you kneeling in front of her, and she watches your every move

after preping her and stretching a little, you manage to push the tip in, and she throws herself back in the bed and wiggles her hips trying to get more friction

you just freeze

"please, kitty. don't make me beg"

you fuck her slowly, watching how se reacts, making sure she's comfortable and enjoying herself

when you start touching her clit though, she loses it

spasms her whole body, and as the strap hits her g-spot, it triggers a second orgasm

her brain turns into mush and she falls asleep right after, and doesn't even feel you cleaning her up and tucking her to bed

she asks you to use the strap whenever she feels vulnerable, weak or tired

it's good to feel taken care of

her favorite aftercare is cuddling, but she also appreciates it when you run her a bath

| Caitlyn

she wants to ask about it, but you're faster

"well, we can arrange that, love"

is both excited and shy about the whole thing

orders a custom strap for her, and shows you her idea to see what you think of it

when you two settle for a model, she finishes her order and awaits patiently

it's not lenghty, but it's thick, with a pointy and curvated head, a soft texture and a bunch of little balls

plus, it's a mix of pink and purple, so she thinks it's pretty

she had other toys, but she wanted something that would be yours too, to feel closer to you

so, she puts on a cute lingerie, preps herself and helps you put on the strap

she sits you back in the bed and lightly squeezes you throat, smirking at your whine

"easy there, love. let me guide you"

she places your hands on her hips and sinks down, riding you in a slow and deep way, almost not making a sound

then, you thrust upwards, and it's like something breaks in her head

she sits there, mouth open and eyes closed, holding on to your shoulders for dear life

bites down your shoulder as you fuck her silly, whining and moaning, until she sinks down completely and cums around the synthetic dick

it takes a while for you to realize that she squirted all over you, and even longer for her

you carry her to her bathroom and prepare a full bath for her, with scent and bubbles

she relaxes there as you clean up the place, and later she lets you brush her hair and make her a cup of warm tea

then you tell her what happened

"i did what?"

she blushes furiously, and apologises, but when you tell her how hot it was, she kisses your cheek, beaming with pride

takes you on her lap and you two fall asleep in a huge chair in her room, cuddled together

her favorite aftercare are a warm bubbly bath and pampering, +cuddling

| Ekko

you two are talking nonsense, just chatting

then the sex topic comes up

"i bet you can't last more than i can"

needless to say, you won

my boy can go a bunch of rounds, but he goes fast

then you said you wanted to fuck him with a strap he laughed it off, but then just got really flustered

"you for real babe?"

tries his best to hide his excitment, fails miserably

tells you to buy the strap and not tell him how it looks like, because he wants to be surprised, his only ask was that it wasn't too big, because he wasn't sure he could take it

you end up buying a model that would be easier to get inside him, in a small size, and custom it to be very comfortable and good for him

is actually fascinated by the whole process of preping his hole, and as you explain it all to him he just gets harder and harder

new turn on: you explaining things to him

he bends over in a table and closes his eyes, trying to relax

you just push into him and it hits all the right spots, he teaches your name to the neighbours

you just stay still and watch as he fucks himself, rutting his cock against the table and biting his own fist

he cums at least thrice that night

it's a common occurence from then on

looooves it when you fuck him hard and leave him with shaky legs

his favorite aftercare is cleaning up (usually too tired to bathe right away) and snacking, +watching something

it also becomes a common topic of conversation with his friends

"yo, have you ever been pegged before?"

| Silco

this bitch

you two are just hanging out, him working on some papers and you just reading

"have you ever though of pegging, my dear?"

you choke on air, eyes wide

he tells you how pleasurable it is and how good it makes him feel, how pretty you'd look with a huge cock attatched to you

you just nod and agree, because he's so close and he smells so good

he starts by fingering you and getting you wet, and then he leaves the room for a few minutes

turns out he'd already bought a strap for you, and had all the necessary things to be fucked

he ties your hands behind your back and puts the strap on you, taking off his clothes in the process

what happens next is the most erotic thing that's ever happened to you

he positions himself on top of the dildo, but doesn't actually sinks down, stroking his shaft in a lazy motion and stares at you

"who's a good toy?"

propusefully has you imobilized so he can fuck himself without your interference

you moan and whine but he just keeps riding you as he wishes, stroking himself and getting lost in the moment

you almost cum from the sight alone

he does cum, all over your face, and then he sets you free

pushes you to the wall and eats you out as if he's gonna die in five minutes

after finally letting you cum, you two fall asleep on the floor, shaky legs and all

his favorite aftercare is words of reassurance and physical affection

| Viktor

okay so viktor was bored one day and decided to test some joke projects

the hextech strp-on was the chosen one

so after projecting and building and tinkering, it was done

he didn't actually think it was gonna work, but it did

he just had to test it

then you came in his lab and he just had the perfect idea

cue you running back and forth bringing everything you two are going to use

he bends over and awaits, his ass bare and proud in front of you

he almost cums from your fingering alone, but tries to hild himself back because he has to pay attention to the strap

he's taking notes btw

tries so hard to pay attention and not doze off but your fingers just feel so good

then, after he's lubed up, you start fucking him with the strap

the hextech just enhances everything that he's feeling, and he can't get enough of it

the runes he choose do something else: they vibrate

oh boy

he get's overstimulated very quickly, especially after you start to jerk him off

when you prop his hips up a little, he cums automatically

hextech strap-on project: success

his favorite aftercare is being praised and being pampered (brush his hair and massage his hands, pls)

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[mourntheantagonist]

steve gets billy a bunch of toys from sex stores so he can practice when steve is away on trips with his parents. he also visits the shop so frequently that all the workers know him by name.

this inspired meee

this is like... way more than you asked for oops

slutty!steve/inexperienced!billy

***

steve didn’t actually intend to show his little collection to billy just yet. they had only actually been officially dating for three weeks, and they were still in the process of figuring everything out between them. navigating through the dynamics of their relationship. figuring out what worked best for them.

steve didn’t want to freak billy out.

but he made the lapse in judgment and told billy to grab him a new shirt from his dresser. he wasn’t specific enough about the drawer he was talking about. he’s honestly surprised billy didn’t have a full fledged heart attack when he pulled open the drawer. an entire rainbow of sex toys. dildos of all different shapes and sizes. little bullet vibrators. plugs. beads. definitely not something the virgin mind should have to be exposed to all at once.

but somehow billy didn’t freak out. not outwardly at least. just said “wrong drawer” under his breath and closed it. grabbed steve a shirt and just didn’t say another word about it.

until one day when they’re simply lying in steve’s bed, sprawled out on their backs and staring at the ceiling. well, steve is staring at the ceiling. billy is staring at the drawer. building it up inside of him to ask steve his questions.

“do you use all of them?”

look, he didn’t have that many. a good amount but nothing to be concerned over. he just had more than your average eighteen year old boy. six or seven dildos in total. three bullet vibrators he never actually used on himself, and then a couple other things he’d picked up along the way. he’d say it was a healthy amount.

but to someone like billy, who barely wandered from anything vanilla his entire life, it must seem like a lot. of course he would have questions.

“I’ve used everything at least once. either on myself or on someone else. why do you ask?”

“just was wondering. it seems like...”

“a lot?”

“yeah.”

steve rolled over onto his front and rested his head onto billy’s stomach. picking at loose lint on his shirt.

“would you ever want to try some of them out?”

billy moves a hand to start combing at steve’s hair.

“why would I want to do that when I already have the real thing?”

“It’s not entirely the same. especially if you’re doing it yourself. you’re more in control, also. my dick doesn’t vibrate.”

billy laughs a little.

“I don’t know. It seems a little daunting.”

“you’ll think about it?”

“maybe.”

maybe turns into “actually, yes you will” when a box finds its way into his hands before steve is scheduled to leave for a week away with his parents.

billy is honestly expecting something sweet. like chocolates or flowers because it’s steve. he ever so the romantic type.

he’s definitely not expecting to open the box and find not one, but two brand new dildos. he nearly drops the box to the floor.

there’s a little note inside.

“these ones are my favorite. think about me while I’m gone”

“p.s. use lots of lube ;)”

billy thinks it’s a joke at first. like a haha funny, billy’s going to be horny and alone for the next week. so he lets them sit in the box under his bed. unopened and untouched.

until night three rolls around and he is lying awake in bed, missing steve. and god damnit he’s curious. okay?

he pulls it out of the packaging and follows all the instructions on the box. cleaning it off in the sink and surely enough, “lots of lube” is in bold lettering. he inspects the thing for a solid five minutes. it’s not realistic looking. a bright red color, mostly smooth with little ribs up and down. it feels nice in his hand.

then he finds the power button, and he’s hard just feeling it in his hand. thinking about it.

he checks the lock on his door three times before getting naked and climbing into his bed. he starts by fingering himself open with a generous amount of lube, as he was instructed multiple times to do. look. he gets it.

after getting himself opened up a little, he turns the toy on and brings it to his hole, letting it sit there on the outside as it vibrates. just that alone has his head throwing back.

that’s definitely a new feeling.

he could honestly just keep it right there. It feel good enough. but fuck if he’d half assed anything.

gently he slips it in and he can feel the vibrations all the way to his ears. It’s absolutely glorious. the ribs adding a nice texture inside. attacking his nerves. he’s coming almost as soon as it fucking started.

he does it every night until steve comes home. keeping his promise. thinking of steve every single time.

when steve asks him about it, he gets all nervous. even though steve is the person who gave it to him. he’s nonchalant about it. says he tried it, doesn’t go into detail about how it was completely mind blowing.

but then steve is pestering him. saying how he’ll buy him more. maybe he just didn’t get him the right one. but billy saw the price tag on the two. so he comes clean.

tells steve, all nervous, how he came completely undone. how it was overwhelming but still very very good. tells him how he’d love it if steve would do it for him one day.

steve does it that day.

and eventually toys become very present in the bedroom. not all the time. sometimes they like to do things the old fashioned way. just them together, nothing bright and flashy getting in the way. but they still start their own collection. trying out new things steve brings home, deciding whether or not they liked it. beads are billy’s favorite. experimenting with new things neither of them have tried before.

and then steve takes billy with him to Indianapolis for the first time. takes him to the hole in the wall sex shop. and they all know steve by name. and billy feels so awkward, being in a place like this with Steve. with another guy. but he soon realizes that this might be the one place in the whole state that wouldn’t bat an eye at two men seen together. it’s a fucking sex shop. they’re all deviants.

and billy feels like a kid in a candy store. steve telling him to pick out anything he likes. he picks out a cock ring, some movies, and another vibrator to add to their collection. handing all of the items to steve with an aggressive blush on his cheeks.

“we gonna watch this together?” steve asks, holding up one of the tapes.

“if you want to.”

steve just smiles and puts it back into the basket. that’s a yes.

and they’re almost at the register when billy spots something that kind of takes his breath away. It’s probably the most tame thing in the entire store. but it’s the one thing he’s the most nervous to ask about.

and steve seems to notice his eyes darting back and forth to the item.

“you want that?”

it’s a dark green lace teddy.

steve’s voice is so soft when he asks. there’s no hint of mocking at all. not like billy would have expected.

billy just nods his head.

“what size?” steve asks. that’s the question right there. he’s not actually asking what size.

“large.” billy says shyly.

steve is a medium.

next part

[hpkinktober]

Almost a month after HP Kinktober ended, I have finally created a complete masterlist of the wonderful Drarry works we were gifted with from this astoundingly creative community. Since I am only human, please let me know if anything is wrong with this post (broken link, mispelled author name, etc). 

Day 1: Foreplay 

Love Me Like Red Wine by @triggerlil​ (M, 290) 

Harry prepares a meal, but Draco can't focus on the food. It's not his fault that Harry's so damn attractive.

Foreplay by @ladderofyears​ (E, 100)

In which Draco wears sky-blue, lacy bikini knickers. 

Kiss Him All the Way Up by @chuckweasley​ (M, Digital Art) 

Is Harry into feet? Does he want to kiss Draco on every square inch of his body? Is he kissing a trail from his toes up? You decide!

Water Spirit by @laurisophi​ (E, 703) 

Harry wants to surprise Draco for their anniversary and show more of himself.

"You look like a lake spirit, bath by the moon, covered in green.” He kisses your shoulder and one hand slides over your back, your side, your hip.

A ficlet for the first day of HP Kinktober 2020: foreplay.

Day 2: Instant Darkness Powder 

Under the Cover of Darkness by @manixzen​ (M, 2k) 

Thanks to Pansy, Draco's stuck at a party with a whole bunch of drunk Gryffindors. And now they want to play party games. If only Draco can slip out unnoticed before this gets any worse.

Instant Darkness Powder by @ladderofyears​ (M, 116) 

Auror Partners Harry and Draco are trapped in the dark. Flirting ensues.

A Smoke Afterwards by @chuckweasley​ (M, Digital Art) 

I wonder who’s holding the lighter...

Day 3: Polyjuice 

Prompt: Polyjuice by blackswingsblackwords (T, 349) 

In which there is (supposed to be) roleplaying.

Polyjuice by @ladderofyears​ (E, 100) 

Harry takes Polyjuice Potion so Draco can fuck himself. 

Polyjuice by CuriousEmWanders (E, 985)

In which Draco lets his curiosity and obsession get the best of him. He just needs to know what Harry looks like. How else is he supposed to find out?

Day 4: Amortentia 

Occupational Hazard by @ladderofyears​ (E, 100)

Potions Master Draco has been brewing Amortentia. 

Prompt: Amortentia by blackwingsblackwords (T, 463)

In which there is a secret relationship. 

Smells Like You by CuriousEmWanders (E, 3.1k) 

Draco may not smell anything in his Amortentia, but that doesn't stop him from taking it to help him submit to his Dom de jour. 

Day 5: Spell Play 

A Magic Number of Orgasms @ladderofyears​ (E, 100) 

Harry and Draco experiment with a sex spell. 

Just Let Go by @manixzen​ (E, 3.4k) 

Draco struggles with letting go of his need for control, both at work and at home. Harry can help.

Prompt: Spell Play by blackwingsblackwords (T, 1.1k) 

In which an exhausted dad dates a smitten hero.

Day 6: Parseltongue 

Lucky Bloody Serpent by @ladderofyears​ (G, 100) 

When Harry gets a pet snake, Draco gets (a tiny bit) jealous.

a simple thank you can go a long way by @crimsonhead-ache​ (E, 2.7k)

The one where Draco needs to thank him and Harry allows him.

Also Parseltongue.

And dicks.

Draco’s Favorite Thing by CuriousEmWanders (E, 1.2k)

Draco has a thing for when Harry talks to him in parseltongue, and he's glad Harry doesn't know. Or does he?

The Hottest Parselmouth by @chuckweasley​ (T, Digital Art) 

Draco cannot handle how hot Harry is when he’s speaking parseltongue, even though he has no idea what Harry’s saying.

Day 7: Creature!Fic 

I’ll Huff, And I’ll Puff, And I’ll Blow Your House In... by @ladderofyears​ (M, 100)

There’s a Werewolf on the loose and he’s out to get Draco! 

Thirst by @fluxweeed​ (E, 4.4k) 

The path of Malfoy’s scent is obvious; Harry hasn’t fed for days, so his senses are sharp. Deadly.

And Malfoy smells so good.

Day 8: Imperius

Imperius by @ladderofyears​ (E, 100)

Harry and Draco are put under the Imperius Curse.

Non-con warning 

Day 9: Legilimency 

Legilimens by @ladderofyears​ (E, 100)

Draco shares his sexual fantasies with his lover Harry. 

Day 10: Dark Magic Ritual 

Reanimation Ritual by @ladderofyears​ (M, 100) 

Draco performs a Dark Magic ritual to bring his dead lover Harry back to him. 

A Moment of Intent by @manixzen​ (E, 4.6k) 

Auror Harry Potter and Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy are on another case, this time a Dark Arts Ritual gone wrong. Surely, they won’t botch up yet another crime scene.

Day 11: Invisibility Cloak

Tryst Behind The Tapestry by @ladderofyears​ (E, 1k)

It's Eighth Year and Harry and Draco enjoy some very sexy - and very invisible - fun after dark has fallen at Hogwarts.

Invisibly Arouse (E, Digital Art) by @chuckweasley​

The boys get frisky under the cloak!

Day 12: Duelling

Duel by @ladderofyears​ (M, 365) 

Harry and Draco practice duelling and things get a little heated.

Prompt: Dueling by blackwingsblackwords (T, 534)

In which a lesson is learned.

Cut Me Open (and use me) by @triggerlil​

Draco is the heir to the throne of England. Harry is a nobleman who wants to reclaim his honour. Somehow, these two things are intimately linked. Enter a sword, a dagger, and the hands of God, and you have a story about two men with tongues like knives, learning to lick love off sharp edges.

Day 13: Mirror

Deep Dark Truthful Mirror by @ladderofyears​ (E, 2k)

Draco shows Harry a very old, very powerful magical object: a mirror that will show his deepest, darkest sexual desires.

Getting Ready for Harry by @chuckweasley​ (G, Digital Art) 

Harry likes Draco in glitter and cozy sweaters...don’t we all?

Day 16: Magic Sex Toys 

hot damn, hot water, hot shower by @crimsonhead-ache​

Harry was more than ready for a long soak, a nice glass of firewhiskey, and twelve hours of sleep.

Too bad life never works out the way it's planned, or is it?

Colour, love?  by @choulatte​ (E, 7.7k) 

Holding Harry’s gaze, Draco took out the lube and let his fingers dance over the golden cockring he'd previously kept hidden, liberally coating it in the slippery substance. He watched how Harry’s eyes followed his movements, a desperate groan escaping the other man when he finally recognized his fate.

Draco merely smiled.

Both by @chuckweasley​ (E, Digital Art) 

Harry knows Draco likes to be filled.

Day 17: Room of Requirement 

No Fantasy Required by @manixzen​ (E, 4.1k) 

The Room of Requirement has never quite recovered from the war. It seems hell-bent on fulfilling every need of students and faculty alike, in or out of the room itself. Professors Potter and Malfoy really wish it would stop trying to do the students’ homework, though.

The Room Of Requirement Always Provides by @ladderofyears​ (E, 100)

Just a hundred words of Draco and Harry having some smutty fun in the Room of Requirement.

Day 18: Herbology 

Knowledge by @ladderofyears​ (E, 100)

Harry and Draco inhale sex pollen.

Day 19: Hair Pulling 

Yeah, Pull it Harder by @chuckweasley​ (E, Digital Art) 

The sex is very good. 

Day 20: Veritaserum 

Neither Of Us Have To Say A Single Word by @ladderofyears​ (T, 365) 

When Draco is being badly bullied, Harry steps in and looks after him. Pre-slash.

A Bit of Honesty by @manixzen​ (E, 3.6k) 

A Hogwarts ball, a spiked punch, Professor Potter and Professor Malfoy on chaperone duty… what could go wrong?

Day 21: Dragonhide 

Dressing Up by @ladderofyears​ (T, 333) 

The Potter-Malfoy family negotiate the tricky issue of Halloween costumes.

All Wrapped Up by @chuckweasley​ (E, Digital Art) 

The boys take care of each other the best they can. 

Day 22: Gillyweed 

The Shape Of Love by @ladderofyears​ (E, 200) 

Harry and Draco take Gillyweed and make love in The Black Lake. 

Day 25: Tattoos 

Tear it down piece by piece by moonstruckmuse (E, 7.8k) 

Draco just wants to get rid of this stupid Dark Mark. Why is this so complicated?

His to Adorn, to Cherish, & to Keep by @maesmora​ (E, 1.4k) 

Draco Malfoy is many things: calm, collected, in control. At least until Harry Potter gets his hands on him, and those aren't the only things Draco lets Harry put on his body...

Day 26: Exhibitionism 

how can anybody have you and lose you and not lose their mind too? by @crimsonhead-ache​ (E, 3.8k) 

As soon as he received that letter in the post last week from Potter’s boyfriend, he knew he would be in for it. 

Day 27: Formal Wear 

I guess that’s just me, honey, I guess that’s how I’m built by @crimsonhead-ache​ (E, 4k)

The way they adorned Potter’s body like they were made for him made him want to kiss his seamstresses’ feet. The lines, the colors, brought out his skin tone like nothing ever could.

Well, except perhaps the ropes Draco keeps in the bottom drawer of his bedside table.

Harry Potter and his Great Big Suit Kink by @swisstae​ (M, 2k)

Harry really doesn’t want to say it. Not because he thinks Draco will judge, mind you, but because it’s so embarrassing. Harry Potter—Saviour of the Wizarding World—turning into an incoherent mess at the sight of his boyfriend wearing a suit.

Waste Not, Want Not by @dragontamerdame​ (M, Art) 

Harry may have gone a bit too far. 

Day 28: Floo 

the rush I get touchin’ you is somethin’ else by @crimsonhead-ache​ (E, 3.1k)

Harry frowned though; instead of feeling his joggers that had adorned his lower-half, now he felt the air hit his bare legs.   He was going to murder Draco.

come through the fire my love by @triggerlil​ (T, 534) 

Harry prepares for date night with Draco... until the man calls him through the floo to tell him he'll be late. Draco's just lucky Harry has a thing for fire.

Day 29: Wandless Magic 

Without a touch by moonstruckmuse (M, 207) 

Learning to do wandless magic. 

[thishintoflove]

For the BobaDinLuke discord server prompt: "Get out of my head and get into me instead."

Y'all here about the fallacy of the "anti-sex beds" in the Olympic Village this year? They're just made of sustainable cardboard, but let's be real, they probably wouldn't hold up against multiple super-strong athletes going at it....

Anyway, here's some thirsty thursday content!

Din sighed as he tried to wind his way through the crowd at the Track and Field Mixer. He’d been told that the Tokyo Olympic Games would be different- that they wouldn’t include as many group gatherings- and yet the entire team was expected to attend this mixer. Apparently it was for “international comradery” among the athletes, but Din hated the pomp and circumstance of these events. He was just here to run and to win.

Just as he was considering whether Coach would notice if he slipped away, he heard a deep voice call out to him.

“Djarin!”

He turned around to find Boba Fett, the famed shot put athlete from New Zealand, coming toward him with a big grin on his face. They clasped arms and Boba slapped him hard on the back.

“Good to see you back at the Games, brother! How’s Team Canada this year, you guys feeling strong?”

“As strong as possible, considering the year we’ve had.”

“Fair enough,” Boba laughed, the sound warm and deep in his chest, “I’m glad I found you here. I was getting real tired of introducing myself to kids who are still all starry-eyed about being at their first Games. Makes me feel old. It’s nice to see a familiar face.”

“I agree,” Din replied warmly, “And congratulations. I saw that you broke a new record at the trials.”

“Yup, 23.37 meters. Beat my own personal record by half a meter on that one. Getting another world record was just the icing on the cake.”

Din rolled his eyes, but chuckled at the same time.

“And they say that Fielders aren’t cocky. You’re worse than the Sprinters!”

Boba just grinned even more, then raised his brows and gave Din a pointed look, “I thought you knew from experience that Fielders like me are very cocky.”

That comment had Din blushing even as he rolled his eyes again.

Usually his mind was completely focused on his goal, but Boba was a welcome distraction. As a marathon runner, Din was used to taking things slow. He played the long game, always, and he was usually single-minded in his focus. That focus was almost always dedicated to training, but when he’d met Boba in Rio, he’d discovered the benefits of loosening up once in a while.

Boba was a world class athlete, a Shot Put record breaker, but he also liked to have a good time. And during the last games, he and Din had a very good time. Din swore he felt looser after a night with Boba, something he had never experienced before with anyone else. He wasn’t anxious about what it would mean or how it would impact his training: they were just two athletes letting off some steam in the evenings.

“Speaking of,” Boba continued, stepping even closer to Din, “Did you get a load of the beds this time?”

“It has nothing to do with preventing sex among ahtletes,” Din replied, cutting Boba off before he could make another remark, because he knew exactly where the other man was heading with this, “Some kid thought it’d be funny to make a joke about it on that clock app and look what happened. Now it’s all anyone wants to talk about. They’re supposed to be environmentally friendly, that’s it.” “Which is great and all, but I’m not sure they took fat athletes into consideration. Most Fielders like me are twice the size of the other athletes, and don’t get me started on the weight lifters. It looks like I could break that bed on my own.”

“They’re stronger than they look.”

“Care to test that theory?”

Just then, the energy in the room shifted as Team U.S.A. arrived at the Track and Field Mixer. Boba and Din watched with matching expressions of disinterest as the group entered with loud voices and boisterous excitement.

“Americans,” Boba grumbled under his breath, “Your neighbors to the south are the flashiest bunch of bastards every damn year.”

Din nodded in agreement, but he was quickly distracted by a new face at the front of the pack. A blonde man with notable blue eyes and a blinding grin on his face. He looked like an All-American poster boy.

“Who’s that?” Din asked, unable to look away.

“Who, Blondie?” Boba asked, craning his neck to “That’s Skywalker. Some hotshot Hurdler. He was supposed to be a favorite at Rio, but he got injured during the trials. These are his first Games.”

“Hmm, know anything else about him?”

“I’ve only seen a few interviews. California boy, mid-twenties, he comes from a family of athletes. He loves doing press. Seems like the type to talk your ear off.”

They both watched with appreciation as the man shook hands with almost everyone he passed, his muscled arm flexing again and again, giving everyone in the vicinity a charming grin.

“Bet you twenty dollars that we can get him to join us for a little fun tonight.”

Din turned back to Boba and gave him an incredulous look.

“You were just complaining that he’s a conceited hotshot!”

“Yeah, but he’s a pretty hotshot.”

He looked back over at the blonde man. He was lithe and lean, but with thighs that could crush a skull, just like all good Hurdlers. His wide blue eyes sparkled from all the way across the room. Boba was right, he was pretty.

Din sighed.

“Canadian dollars or New Zealand dollars?”

~~~

In the end, Boba won the bet.

It only took a little conversation, a few sly remarks, and Luke was following them back to Din’s room.

“We can lie on the bed, you know. They’re actually pretty sturdy,” Luke said, breathless as Din attacked his jaw and neck with his lips. One hand fisted into Din’s hair as the other tried to brace itself against the wall.

“Why risk it?” Din mumbled against his neck. A shiver went down his own spine as he felt Boba trail a large hand up and down his back.

“Blondie is right,” Boba said, allowing his fingers to grasp a sizeable chunk of Din’s ass as pushed up against him, “As much as I know we’re all capable of fucking against this wall, why waste the effort?”

“I thought you didn’t trust the beds?” Din muttered, leaning into Boba’s ministrations.

“Changed my mind.”

Din just hummed and pressed his back against Boba’s chest, reveling in the feeling of being trapped between the two men. He could feel Luke hard and insistent against his thigh as he sucked a bruise on his collarbone. Luke’s head hit the wall as he leaned back and the moan he let out was enough to have Din hardening even more. He pulled back from Luke’s neck to meet the smaller man’s eyes, and he noted his blown-open pupils with satisfaction.

“I don’t really care how or where,” Luke gasped out, running a hand up Din’s toned arm, “Let’s just do it.”

Din smiled and gave him another quick kiss on the lips before pulling away. He gave Boba’s shoulder a squeeze as he slipped out from between the two men and moved to his nightstand to gather supplies.

“It’s cute that you think you’re in charge here, Hotshot,” Boba rasped, suddenly stepping in to take Din’s place in front of Luke. He slowly trailed a hand along Luke’s thigh and then lifted his leg to wrap it around his hip. Luke just smirked at him.

“Don’t treat me like a kid, I’ve been around the block too.”

His hands wrapped around Boba’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue. Boba growled into his mouth and lifted Luke’s other leg, pressing him into the wall with his body.

“You’re confident now, but just wait,” Boba muttered, trailing his teeth along Luke’s jawline and nipping at his earlobe, “Din and I have been doing this for years. You Sprinters wouldn’t understand, you always finish too soon.”

“I think I can keep up with you.”

“Oh yeah? You think you have the stamina? Or are you gonna falter like you did at the Rio trials?”

“Get out of my head and get into me instead,” Luke growled.

Boba just chuckled and lifted Luke higher, pressing him back into the wall as he attacked his mouth again. Luke let out a long groan as he tried to swallow Boba’s tongue, rutting his hips against the larger man.

“Put him down for a second,” Din called out, turning back around and waving the small bottle of lube in his hand, “We’ve got to prep.”

“Sure thing,” Boba replied.

He turned around, Luke still wrapped around his waist, and then he threw the smaller man halfway across the room onto the bed.

Luke let out a small yelp as he was tossed through the air, just as Din called out “Wait!”, and then the room was filled with a horrible crashing sound as the bed collapsed and Luke hit the floor hard.

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Fifty

/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Wednesday after work you and Harry started packing up some things from the bedroom. You had clothes you knew could be packed away. He got under the bed to grab some boxes you had stored under there. You were grabbing more boxes from the living room when he opened a small box up. He herd some things rattling around. His eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed when he opened it. You stop short when you come back into the room.

“When was the last time you used these?” He places the box on the bed.

“I have no idea!” Your cheeks were red with embarrassment. “Put the lid back on!” He grabs one of the items and holds it up.

“I mean, this thing is fuckin’ huge.” He starts laughing.

“It was a gag gift! Please put it down.”

“But it’s been used, yeah?”

“I tried it out once, put it back.” He puts it back in the box and picks up a much smaller item.

“And what about this?”

“It’s a fucking vibrator.”

“I know what it is, you don’t use this?”

“Obviously not! I stopped using them a long time ago. After everything happened I only felt comfortable doing that with my own hand.”

“So you don’t want me to use either of these on you. That dildo is probably the same size as me, you know?”

“Harry, please stop, throw them out for all I care, I don’t need them.” You swallow hard. “Wouldn’t that be weird anyways?”

“What?”

“Using either of those on me?”

“Nah, it’s kinda hot actually.” He smirks. A scowl grows on your face. “Sorry.” He drops the vibrator back in the box. “Surprised you don’t keep this in the bedside table. That’s where your lube is.”

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!” You snatch the box and cover it.

“Don’t throw ‘em away might need ‘em when I’m in Florida.” He laughs.

“As if these things could make me feel half as good as you do.” You didn’t want to inflate his ego, so you retract. “Better yet, they actually could. In fact, maybe I will use them while you’re gone. I could replace you completely, we’d never have to have sex again, would we? I could just make myself come over and over.” You pack the box away inside a larger box.

“Very funny. If ya do that while I’m gone feel free to send me a video or somethin’, love to hear ya moanin’.” He kisses you on the cheek. “Better yet, we could just FaceTime while you’re doin’ it, you know, as a treat.”

“Not in a million years would I do that.”

“Same thing as phone sex, love.” He pulls some of his clothes out of the closet and puts them into a dress bag.

“What you’re talking about is straight up porn. I’m not recording myself using a vibrator.”

“Too bad, it’d be nice to have that in my pocket at the ready.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes. “So you really don’t use those?”

“No, I forgot they were even there to be honest.”

“Who got you the dildo?”

“Ummm, in college sex toy parties were like really popular. I’d never bought anything, they were just fun to go to. You could free samples and stuff. I think Kate got that for me actually.” You smirk. “I saw it and I was like who needs something like that? So she bought it for me as a joke. You’ll notice it had a couple of extra parts.”

“Yeah, for your bum.”

“Yeah.” You blush. He sits down on the bed and starts laughing. “What?”

“Please tell me you’ve used that to its fullest.”

“I got drunk one night and gave it a whirl yeah.”

“Did you like the way it felt?”

“It was weird, I don’t know. It was sort of like a tickle.” You shrug. “I used the vibrator much more than the dildo.”

“Why?”

“Vibrator is easier to clean up after.”

“Didn’t you want somethin’ inside?”

“I just used my fingers.” He takes a second to imagine you just fucking yourself out and it makes him smile. You swat a hand at him. “Stop thinking about it.”

“S’not what I was doin’.”

“Sure.” You smirk. “You’d really want to use it on me?”

“I don’t know, I think I’d get jealous of anythin’ else makin’ ya moan actually.” He laughs.

“Definitely going to use it then.” You kiss him on the cheek and go back to pulling things out of the closet. “Jesus, why do I have so many clothes?!” You groan.

“You really don’t know why?” He chuckles, pulling more of his clothes out. “You buy a new outfit every time you have an event to go to.”

“I rewear a lot of my clothes.”  

“Babe.”

“I’m allowed to buy new things.” You pout.

“True, but you could donate the things you don’t wear anymore.”

“But I wear all of this stuff. And some of it is nostalgic.” You pull out a lace, pink dress. “This is my favorite dress to wear in the spring. I’ve had it for years. I’m keeping it until it doesn’t fit. And my Nannie bought me this sweater, gotta keep that.”

“Didn’t say ya had to decide now.” He gets back under the bed to pull out another box.

“Careful with that!” He opens it after setting it on the bed.

“Oh, your blankies.”

You grab the one on top and just rub it against your cheek, closing your eyes for a second. You sigh and set it back closing the box. Harry gives you a funny look.

“They, um, still smell like the detergent my Papa used to use. Sorry, that was weird.”

“S’okay. It was cute. How long did you sleep with them for.”

“Way too long.” You giggle. “Brought them to college with me. I only put them away because they started falling apart and I didn’t want them getting worse. I’d be devastated if something ever happened to them.”

“I can load up my car tomorrow mornin’ and bring a bunch of these boxes over. Can’t believe we’re almost fully moved.”

“I know! When did you want to take care of your desk and everything?”

“Maybe Friday? Niall could come over and help again.”

“That works.”

“Where we goin’ Saturday night by the way?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I would actually, do I need to leave a suit out?”

“Oh.” You giggle. “Yeah, leave a suit for yourself. We’re going somewhere nice.”

“I’m excited to have a fancy evenin’ with ya, feels like it’s been a while since we went on, like, a date.”

“Every day with you feels like a romantic date, babe.”

“Stop it.” He tackles you to the bed and you both giggle.

//

You and Harry had brought over a lot of stuff to the new place. Friday after work him and Niall brought his desk and sofa over. Your brother would help with your bed next weekend. You couldn’t believe how bare your place had gotten. It was bittersweet.

Saturday morning you decided to make breakfast in bed for Harry. You made him avocado toast, one of his favorites. You had gotten him his favorite coffee. You came in with it and he sat up with a smile.

“Was wonderin’ where ya went.”

“Made you breakfast babe.” You place the tray over his lap.

“Birthday’s not til tomorrow, love.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek as you get back in next to him.

“I know, but it’s your birthday weekend, so I wanted to pamper you today. Besides, we’re doing super bowl stuff tomorrow at Niall’s, remember?”

“Oh right. You makin’ that buffalo cauliflower dip?”

“You know it!”

“Mm, this avocado is perfect, thank you.” He finishes eating and sets the tray on his bedside table. He takes a sip of the coffee and smiles. “Bought the good stuff I see.”

“Only the best for my baby.”

He chuckles and grabs his phone to check any notifications he may have. You get under the blanket and shuffle between his legs. You tug his boxers down slightly.

“What are you doin’ under there?”

“Nothing, carry on with your phone and coffee.” He chuckles but does as you say. He was still trying to wake up.

You tug his hardening dick out of his boxers. You give his tip a light kiss while you cup his balls.

“Oi!” He sets his coffee and phone down, and lifts the blanket up to look at you.

“Birthday blowjob.” You smile. A large grin grows on his face. “May I?”

“Please, proceed.”

He rubs your head as you kiss his tip again. You run your thumb over his slit and pump him a few times. His breath hitches and he tugs on your hair slightly. He’ll never make the mistake of tugging too hard on you again though. He never wants to know the pain of you chomping down on him again. You start by suckling on just the tip while you pump his base. He spreads his thighs farther apart for you and you take a little more of him into your mouth. You were going to take your time this morning. It was more about making him feel really good all over than it was about just getting him to come.

His hips move up slightly, signaling that he wants you to take more. You happily oblige, taking as much as you can. You start to bob up and down slowly, spit and precome seeping down to your chin. Harry’s head and eyes roll back.

“Fuck, feels so good.” He moans.

He feels you groan against him, and looks down as you bob faster. You look up at him, and the eye contact alone was enough to make him nut. The way you looked up at him through your eyelashes was so innocent.

“Jesus, fuck.”

You smirk and close your eyes. You hollow your cheeks and go down on him farther, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You gag slightly, only for a moment, but you continue. Your eyes were starting to water and you could barely breathe, but you didn’t care. You feel one of his hands rake through your hair. He clutches the blanket with his other hand. You were so good at this. In a brief moment of jealousy his mind wanders to how many men you may have practiced on. And in a brief moment of arousal he wondered if you ever practiced on a dildo.

“Shit, shit, Y/N, I’m gonna come.”

You brace yourself. A moment later his hot come splurts into your mouth. It shoots out faster than you were expecting, and you start to choke. You pull off him quickly and try to keep as much of it in your mouth as you can. You turn from him to catch your breath as you sit up. You swallow what you can and wipe the corners of your mouth and chin with your shirt.

“Sorry.” You say out of breath.

“Was a great blow job, love. Thank you.” He pulls his boxers all the way off. “Now then, let me get into that tight cunt of yours.”

“Harry!” You squeal as he rips your shirt off, and pins you to the mattress. He reaches between your legs.

“Got this wet from suckin’ me off?” He says into your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“You’re so sexy, of course I got turned on.” You feel him smile against your neck.

You spread your legs apart for him, and wrap your hand back around his dick. You pump him to get him hard again. He winces at first, just from the sensitivity, but he relaxes into your touch. Once he’s good to go he presses into you. You let out a moan from the back of your throat, loving the way he stretches you out.

“Best feeling in the world.” You grip his shoulders.

“Feel the same way.” He kisses you, practically shoving his tongue down your throat.

//

You spent most of the morning and early afternoon in bed having sex in various ways. He went down on you a couple time, and fingered you a few times, and came in you twice. His stamina was impressive. Who knew birthday weekend sex could be so great?

“I need to shower and attempt to walk, I don’t want to look stupid tonight.” You giggle. He was playing with your boobs as he laid on your chest.

“Let me just suck on these some more.” He shifts and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and you wince.

“Babe, I’m so tender.” You grip his hair to pull him off.

“I have a question.”

“I’m sure I’ll have an answer.”

“When you get pregnant, will you have to take these out? I can’t imagine you can leave these in to breastfeed. Do you think you’ll even want to breastfeed? Oh, and what about your naval? Don’t you have to take that out when you’re pregnant?” You found it interesting that he said when and not if.

“Um, they make pregnancy piercings for your belly button.” You nearly want to gag at the thought of your belly button stretching when being pregnant. Not something they really tell you in school. “As for the nipple piercings, I have no idea. I’d probably have to take them out. I’d probably just pump and let the baby drink from the bottle. I don’t know how much milk I’ll be able to produce, those are all things you figure out after the baby comes.”

“Hm, interesting.”

“What made you think of that?”

“Just popped into my head while twistin’ it with me teeth.” He moves to kiss it again. “I quite like them, I’ve never dated a girl with pierced nipples before.”

“Really? That’s surprising.”

“You’re pretty surprisin’.” You kiss the top of his head.

“Alright, let me get up, hm? I need to wash my hair and all that.”

“But we’re having such a nice cuddle.” He whines.

“You can come shower with me. I’ll wash your hair how you like.”

“Deal.”

You get up from the bed, but your legs feel like jello and you inevitably lose your balance, toppling to the floor.

“Babe!” Harry jumps off the bed to help you up. He starts chuckling. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just lost my balance, I’m good.” You smile and shuffle into the bathroom.

You take your shower together, and Harry makes a small lunch for the both of you so you can dry your hair. You throw some curls into your hair and brush them out. You put your robe on and meet him in the kitchen.

“Whatcha make?”

“Leftover soup.”

“Mmm, perfect.” You both sit at the island and eat.

“Crazy how barren it is in here.”

“I know. I can’t wait to get into our new place, what a lucky find.”

“Your hair looks nice by the way.”

“Thank you sweetie.”

“Where are we goin’ tonight?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.”

“You’ll need to tell me where to go.”

“Harry, I’ll be driving us. In fact, I may even blindfold you.” You get up and clean both of your bowls.

“We could try that out now.” He smirks. You turn to look at him.

“Think we need to cool it for a bit, I’m a little sore.”

“Is your mouth sore?” Your jaw drops. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“You want me to suck your dick blindfolded?”

“No, I want you to blindfold me while you suck my dick.”

“Race you!”

You both run to the bedroom. Harry sits up against the headboard while you grab a scarf to wrap around his head. You tug his boxers off, he was already hard.

“So what does this do for you exactly?”

“It sort of heightens the senses.”

“Lay all the way down, flat.”

He shifts and you get between his legs. You think for a second before you touch him.

“Oh wait! I have something kind of fun.”

“Only saw two things for you in that box of yours.”

“Oh shut up, I’m not talking about a toy.” You go over to your bed side table drawer and dig through it. “Ah ha! Knew I still had some.”

“Some what?”

“Flavored lube.”

“What flavor is it?”

“Cherry-vanilla. It tastes really good.” You dab a little on your finger. “Open your mouth.” He sticks his tongue out and sucks your finger in.

“Wow, that does taste good. Bet it would taste better on your-“

“I’m doing you, now be quiet.” You get back between his legs. “This is going to be cold at first, sorry.”

You squirt the lube right onto his dick, he shutters at first, but your hand starts to work up and down his shaft, your thumb rubbing over his slit. He takes a deep breath as he feels goosebumps raise all over his body. He wanted to see your small hand wrapped around him, but he also liked being blindfolded. He could picture anything. Right now, you both were on a sandy, private beach. You had a loose, string bikini on, and he was butt-ass naked on a large towel.

You start suckling on his tip and you moan at how good the lube tastes. You take more of him into your mouth and suck on him harder. Harry grips the sheets, careful not to grab at your hair because he knew you had just done it. His toes curl slightly when he hears you moan again. He thrusts up, hitting the back of your throat. Your hands grip his hips, and your nails dig into his skin.

“Takin’ me so well, angel.”

You look up at him. His mouth was parted and his chest was moving up and down rapidly. He looked so sexy. His chest was laced with sweat and he was white knuckling the sheets. His tip continued to hit the back of your throat but you didn’t care. Your tongue was too busy lapping around him.

“Shit, Y/N.” He groans. You don’t let up, you bob up and down on him with a quicker pace. “Baby, feels so good.”

He was starting to pant, you weren’t sure if he was ever like this before. Maybe being blindfolded really did heighten the senses. He sucks in a large breath as he comes into your mouth. You swallow all of it, and sit back on your heels. He lays there for a moment trying to catch his breath. He slowly removes the scarf from around his head and looks at you.

“That was incredible.” You both start laughing. “Let me get some of that on you.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean nope, it’s my birthday weekend, let me do what I want.”

“Don’t want you to spoil your dinner.” You wink at him and get off the bed. “I certainly feel full.” You sit down at your desk and open your laptop. “Just need to finish up some homework babe.”

“Sure thing, might close my eyes for a bit.”

A couple of hours later Harry is woken up by the beautiful sound of your voice. You were already dressed. You had a tight black dress on, with a sweetheart neckline. You had Harry’s rose ring around your neck how you both liked. Your make up was done up as well. You did it similar to how it was at your work party.

“Wow.” He said cupping your cheek.

“Wanted to let you sleep as long as possible.”

“You look so beautiful.”

“Thank you sweetie.”

Harry gets up and puts his suit on. He looked so handsome, as always. You grab your purse and put your long jacket on. He sees you slip on black heels.

“Won’t your feet be cold, love?”

“We won’t be out for very long, it’s fine.” You smile at him and take his hand.

Harry half expected you to bring him to Niall’s for a surprise party, or a large bar, but he was genuinely surprised when you pulled up to the tapas place you went to on your first date. You hadn’t been back since. His heart was going to explode.

“We went here on our first date.”

“Mhm.” You smile big at him. “I know how much you like it here. We haven’t been since we met.”

When you get out of the car you run around and open his door for him, you both giggle. You give the hostess your name, and she shows you to your table just a couple minutes later.

“Do you remember what we ate that night?” You ask him.

“We had flatbread.” He smiles.

“Mhm, and you picked half the goat cheese off.” He puts his hand over yours and gives it a squeeze.

“The perfect date, wasn’t it?”

“I thought about you all night when I get home. When you texted me that night I had such butterflies.”

“Did you have a good feeling about me?”

“I did. I knew Niall wouldn’t set me up with a jerk. Of course, I didn’t imagine this all going so well.” You take a sip of water. “I honestly didn’t think I deserved someone as wonderful as you. I mean, you waited patiently for me for four months.”

“I waited for you longer than that, m’whole life actually.”

Before you can say anything a waiter comes over. You each order drinks and some plates to share. Another waiter comes over with your drinks, and you clink them.

“Happy almost twenty-sixth birthday, Harry.”

“Thanks babe.” You each take a sip of your drink. “This is so great, just a simple dinner with my girl.”

“I love being your girl.” You coo.

The food is delicious. The two of you reminisce more about the earlier days of your relationship. Many laughs were shared. You grip your bag and put it in your lap. The check comes and you put your credit card down.

“This is the only time I’m not gonna put up a fight about you payin’.”

“Good.”

You reach for something else in your bag, but you decide against it. You wanted to give Harry his present in private, maybe in the car. You could give him his card here though.

“Here.” You hand him the card. He smiles big as he takes it from you. You see his eyes start to water.

“That was lovely thank you. I love you too.”

“I was thinking we could go somewhere else for dessert, maybe grab another drink?”

“Sure, I’m up for that.”

“Great!”

You both leave and get back in your car. You rummage through your bag and you grip your gift for him.

“I wanna give you your present now, would that be alright?”

“You mean the incredible sex all day and dinner wasn’t it?”

“No, you goober.” You both laugh. “When we were in London, and we went to that jewelry store, you mentioned how you used to wear pearls, and how you had to sell your favorite necklace.” You pull out a box and he gasps.

“You didn’t.”

“I looked up the store online and they had an online shop available. I asked Niall to show me an older picture of you wearing the necklace. It’s not an exact replica, but it’s close.” You hand the box to him.

He looks at you then down to the box. He opens it slowly, and he smiles. Tears prick at his eyes. He holds up the pearl necklace, and looks at you.

“Would you, um, put it on me?”

“Of course.”

He turns slightly in the seat so you can clasp it for him. He adjusts it under his collar and looks in the mirror of the visor.

“It’s perfect, it’s better than perfect.” A few tears slip down his cheeks. “Thank you so much. This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” He cups your cheeks in his hands and brings you in for a passionate, deep kiss. “I love you so much.” He kisses you again.

“I love you too, Harry.” You kiss him back just as deeply. “It looks so nice on you.” You twist it gently in between your fingers.

“M’never takin’ it off.” He kisses you again. “Alright, enough of the blubberin’, where are we goin’ for dessert?”

“A bar not too far from here.”

You put the car in drive and head for it. You and Harry had never been here before. He kept an arm around your waist as you walked in. His jaw immediately dropped.

“SURPRISE!”

[6ftslytherin]

Another fic

Ismelda comes over, but Marie's family is weird.

(Trigger warning for bipobia.)

Marie was on pins and needles. She needed this to go well. Her and Ismelda had been dating since April. Sure. Ismelda had been over once before, but that was as a friend and she didn't have the chance to introduce her to her family. Now things were completely different. Marie would have to introduce them to each other. Unfortunately, her family was being their normal selfs at the moment.

"Guys, are you sure we need a cake?" Marie asked as she watched her parents put together a silver and black three layer cassata cake. "Oh qizi, we're just so excited for you! We didn't think you would have a partner until your mid twenties." her mother Regina said with a small dab of frosting on her cheek. "Marigold, you need to stop being so cute." her father Robert said before kissing the frosting away. "Robbie!" Regina put down the bag of frosting she had been using. She grabbed him and gave him a dip kiss.

"Yeah... Uh... Could you guys... Not be so... Touchy feely while Ismelda is here?" Marie asked as her parents seemed to be posing for a cheesy romance paperback. "What do you mean?" Regina asked while holding Robert's butt. "Ismelda is coming over as my girlfriend for the first time. You guys are used to doing this lovey dovey stuff but we've barely held hands. You're gonna freak her out!" Marie tried to calmly explain. She knew for a fact her and Ismelda had kissed three times, but telling her parents would just get them to want talk about it like school girls.

"I agree. You inherited your swooning powers from me. It's only natural that you would scare the poor girl." Said a handsome blond twenty-something that was reading The Daily Prophet with a cup of tea. Marie set her sight on him next. "And uh... grandpa Ford? I'm not going to ask you to take off the youth illusion, but could you at least not dress like a gigolo?" She asked. "It's not my fault the Italians make a great suit. It's also not my fault I make them look better." He said. Marie scratched at her own hair. "She's going to think we're insane." Marie quietly said. Then she noticed two missing elements.

"Where are Jimmy and Conan? Are they looking for frogs?" She asked. "Probably." Robert said. Marie scratched her hair more. "Why? We are having a guest over and you let them go play in the mud?" She asked. Regina had stopped kneading Robert's dough and walked over to Marie. She put her arms around her in a big hug. "Marie, everything is going to be alright. Flipping out is just going to make you stressed." Marie didn't like to be touched by anyone she wasn't close with. A tight hug from her mom was something that made her feel all warm inside.

Then her dad came over and picked them both up in a bear hug. Not that hard to do since Marie was chronically underweight and her mother was small. He was clearly sniffling. "My baby girl, going out into the world and finding a girlfriend of her own." He said with tears of joy in his eyes. Marie knew what was coming next. She was unable to protect herself from the coming attack. Robert gave Marie a bunch of stubbly kisses on her cheek. "Dad!" She loudly said as she felt her skin becoming irritated. "Could you at least shave before Ismelda gets here?" "I think he looks ruggedly handsome." Regina said.

"Do you need help?" Marie's blood went cold. She looked over to the doorway to see her girlfriend Ismelda. It was easy for Marie's pale skin to show blush. This time she could have been been mistaken for a ripe tomato. She was so embarrassed she didn't notice that her feet were back on the floor. Her legs felt like they had the bones removed. She tried to regain her composer and ignore the urge to chew on her hand.

"I-Is. I-I didn't k-k-know you were h-h-here yet." Marie said, cursing her nervous stutter. "Yeah. They let me in." Ismelda said pointing out the window. Marie was horrified to see her half naked brothers, coated in mud, heading to the outside showers. Marie just about fainted. Why did her brothers have to have such an interest in reptiles? Why did it have to rain last night? Why did her family have to be weirdos?

"Marie!" Marie snapped back to reality. Ismelda was slowly pulling Marie's hand from her mouth. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Ismelda asked. "Y-yeah. I'm fine. My family's j-just a bit m-m-much." Marie said. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see her parents looking worried. "Are you okay? Are you overwhelmed? Do you need to sit down?" Regina asked. Her father was holding a chair. Grandpa Ford was holding a glass of water.

Marie scratched her hair. Even if they were goofy, they cared. "I think she just needs to go to her room. I'll take her." Ismelda said as she lightly pulled Marie to the door. "Yeah. I think some privacy would be good." Marie said as she walked out the door with Ismelda.

They got to Marie's room. Ismelda closed the curtains as Marie flopped face first on her bed. She put a pillow over her head. Marie felt Ismelda rubbing her back. For some reason, Ismelda was one of the few people who's touch made Marie feel relaxed. Ismelda always managed to find just the right spot on her lower back. "You doin okay?" Ismelda asked. "Yeah..." Marie said through the pillow.

Marie turned her head for clearer speech. "I'm sorry for that..." "For what?" "My family. They're just like that." "At least your family cares about you. I don't think I've been hugged in years. At least not when my parents didn't need to look like they cared to other people." Marie remembered when she had gone to Ismelda's house. Her parents hadn't even looked up from what they had been doing when Ismelda introduced them. She had said without hesitation that Maire was her girlfriend. All that was said by her father was, "tell us when your done playing queer."

Marie couldn't believe what he had said, but Ismelda explained that they didn't believe she was bisexual. Her sister had been the one to find out first (read her dairy,) and told their parents. They demanded answers. When confronted about her newfound female attraction, she explained she liked men and women. Her parents assumed she was doing it for attention. Her sister however had started to make fun of her for being a lesbian. For some reason they couldn't understand she liked both. Now she keeps a hidden dairy and a decoy she 'hid.' Her real diary was in the form of puzzle box that turned into a book when solved. She was tired of people reading it.

When Marie told Ismelda both her parents were bi themselves she became very interested in meeting them. Must be nice to know older people with the same identity. Where was Marie going to find a middle aged lesbian? The only gay women she knew were her cousin Sabine and her friends. She couldn't consider them her elders in the non-heteronormative community.

Marie rolled on to her back, Ismelda's hand now resting on her lower abdomen. "I think I've calmed down enough." She said. "Good. Though, your cute when you panic. Not that you are panicking. I didn't mean it like that. But the little things you do." Ismelda said as she played with hem of Marie's shirt. Her face turned a bit pinker. "Like when your face gets all red and your ears do too." Marie thought about the same thing happening to Ismelda. Yeah. It was cute. Ismelda started to use her free hand to play with her hair. Also cute. Ismelda started to move in for a kiss.

The door opened, she froze. "Qizi, the cakes done." Regina said as she poked her head in. "Oh." She said, seeing her flushed daughter on the bed and her also flushed girlfriend who was holding the bottom of her shirt while leaning over her. Regina shut the door faster than she had opened it. "Well... When your done we can cut the cake. Internal condoms and dental dams are under the bathroom counter. Use the water based lube. Should be right next to them." She said on the other side of the door before audibly walking away.

At that point all Marie wanted to do was disappear. Her mother thought they were going to need contraceptives?! She appreciated the offer, but Marie did not need them! She put a pillow over her face and screamed. She heard laughing. "Did she think we're 'getting busy?' Oh my god! And you guys keep that stuff in stock?!" Ismelda said as she laughed so hard she was snorting. "Your family is insane, I love it!" Marie removed the pillow. She couldn't help but laugh as well. "Yeah, I love them too." She reached up and finish the kiss Ismelda had started.

"So what kind of cake?" Ismelda asked. "Cassata." "Any reason for that type?" Ismelda asked as she cupped Marie's face. "I might have said it's your favorite. It's their first time making it, so don't get upset if it's not up to your standard." Marie said. "Maybe I'll try the speciality next time. What would that be?" "That would be either kurabye cookies or shekerbura. My dad learned Azerbaijani cooking to impress my grandparents." "No idea what those are." "Kurabye are jam-" Marie was cut off by Ismelda saying, "Actually, I want it to be a surprise. In fact, I want a full course meal with only the finest cooking. Completely a surprise as well." "No problem, but we should probably get downstairs. Before my parents think we really are 'getting busy." "Can't wait to be formally introduced."

Bonus:

"We weren't doing anything." Marie said as she finished her last bite of cake. "I wasn't doing anything either, that's how you got here." Regina said before sipping her tea. "But we're both cis women. How would we conceive?" Marie said, setting down her fork. "Safe sex should be done regardless of what parts you and your partner have." Regina said. Marie groaned as she started to scratch at her hair.

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 74

~*~Sebastian~*~

It was time to get my woman and her panties or lack of them. I walked around the perimeter of the room my high ass thinking I was sneaking up on her. Who knows, maybe it did surprise her when I put my hand on her lower back. Emma turned a little, her hand going to my face before she kissed me, "Hey, baby.

"Hey." I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "Do you have on panties?"

"Yes."

I leaned back, my eyes raking over the smooth lines of her dress. Back to her ear, "Are you sure? I don't see any panty lines."

Emma faced me, her back to the group she'd been talking with, "Have you been sitting over there studying my ass?"

I grinned and nodded my head vigorously, "Yes, I have been. Closely." I ran my hand down and over what I'd been watching. "It's a very good ass."

She put her hand in the middle of my chest, "There are panties that leave no lines."

"Now I'm sad."

About three a.m. we were chased out and everyone headed home. I followed Emma into the back of the Uber scooting right up next to her. I snickered. Emma snickered and put her hand on my thigh. Very high on my thigh.  I snickered again before leaning close to her ear. "I am so fucking horny."

She turned her head, her lips no more than an inch from mine, "I can help you out with that."

"Oh, I know you can." I full on laughed and sat back, my head falling back. "I wish it was my birthday."

She fell over on me, her laughter filling the small space. "Oh, Sebastian."

I growled, "So horny." Then stuck out my lip in a pout.

Emma grabbed my bottom lip, "It can be your birthday."

My eyebrows shot up. "I can have birthday sex?"

She made a circle with her finger, "We. We can have birthday sex."

The hand of her circling finger grabbed the back of my head and kissed the fuck out of me. Just as quickly she moved back, "Remember how Angie said being high makes me touch hungry?"

I nodded slowly and started to smile. Emma licked my upper lip, "I'm starving."

Thank god my place was close. I took Emma's hand as we got out of the car and she was up on me when I punched in the door code, her hands rubbing my hips. Before the elevator doors closed, I had her pressed in the corner, "It's going to be a long night."

"We can sleep tomorrow."

Kissing her, really kissing her, didn't do a thing to take the edge off. I wanted to be buried so deep inside her. My face, my fingers, my cock. I wanted to fuck her until we were too exhausted to do it again. It wouldn’t be our first night like that and hopefully not the last.

I put my hand behind her knee, pulling her leg over my hip, and sliding my hand under her skirt. I moved my mouth to her neck, "Still searching for panties."

The elevator doors opened. Emma pushed me away. "You're not looking hard enough."

I followed her down the hall, "I love a challenge."

Emma laughed, "Finding my panties is the only challenge you're getting tonight."

"I fucking love my life!” She leaned against my door and I pressed against her while unlocking it. "I love you too."

Her hand rubbed the crotch of my jeans, "And I love you."

I turned the handle and we fell through the door somehow winding up in a pile on my floor, both of us laughing. I shifted around until I had Emma right where I wanted her. Underneath me. As I kissed her, I inched her dress up. "Let me check this out."

I scooted down her body, "Oh." I looked up fighting my laugher. "I didn't think people really wore these." She had on the stick on panties similar to those worn when shooting a sex scene.

"They serve a purpose."

"And now they need to go." I picked at the adhesive edge and relocated between her legs. I gripped the loose edge between my teeth and proceeded to pull them away from her skin. Once the front was loose, I lifted her leg to roll her to the side and finish the job. I could see and smell her. I had to taste her. I ran my finger along her slippery wetness, letting out a quiet moan when I sank a finger inside her and put my mouth on her. I loved the way she instantly arched her back and grabbed my arm. We weren't going to stay here on the floor, but for a few minutes I was indulging myself. Well, maybe her too. I worked her clit with my tongue just long enough.

"Bed, baby." I jumped up, holding my hand out to her.

Emma took my hand, "Why is your bedroom so far away?"

"Incredibly inconvenient."

After walking for half a mile we reached my bedroom. Emma stretched up to kiss me, "I'll be right back," and headed toward the bathroom.

I pulled condoms and lube out of the drawer and spread a spare blanket on the bed. Lube gets all over everything. Before we got going I wanted to make sure she wasn't agreeing because she's high and not thinking straight. I'd never do anything she didn’t want or would regret in the morning. We had some discussing to do. Impulsive first time anal sex seemed a minefield for things to go wrong. There’s not a man alive who hasn’t had things go wrong at least once. That once is usually the only shot you get. And if you can't talk about it you’re not ready for it or you don't care what she gets out of it.

I was sat on the edge of my bed when she came out. Her beauty took my breath away. I smiled when I noticed she'd left her skirt hiked up. She came to me turning around, "Can you undo my buttons, please."

“The ones I’m not allowed to rip." The way she hummed her answer made my hands shake. A deep breath later the loops around the buttons came undone easily. I pulled the straps down where now her upper chest was bared. I started there, kissing along the slopes of her breasts. I sat on the bed while Emma worked to strip me. She got my shirt off easy. Pants weren’t as easy, because I was sitting on them, but she left wet kisses on my chest while we worked it out.

Emma braced her hands on my thighs, bending over to kiss me, teasing me with soft short kisses with barely any tongue which built to long sweeps of her tongue. I ran my fingers up the back of her thighs, over her naked ass and the bunched up fabric of her dress. I tested the stretch of the top before pulling it down under her breasts. Massaging them and playing with her nipples intensified her kiss. Her tight nipples, hard peaks, needed to be in my mouth. I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer and making her stand up. I looked up to meet her eyes while my tongue made circles around a nipple. Emma's head fell back and she pulled my head tighter to her. I opened wide to suck and tease her. I squeezed her other breast, catching her nipple in the space between my thumb and forefinger.

"Bastian."

I pulled my mouth off her with a loud pop at the same time I grabbed her ass with fingers barely between her cheeks. "You sure you want this? You're not just high."

"We talked about this weeks ago. I’m not just high." She kicked her leg over mine and sat straddling my thigh. The way she sat I could feel her pussy pressed tight to my leg. She rubbed against me and sucked my neck. I tightened my thigh muscle, encouraging her to ride me. I took her ass in both hands to encourage more, moaning when she complied. I shook when her hand wrapped around my cook and she sucked my earlobe. "I want you to fuck me."

"Fuck," I whimpered, "so horny." I feel like I’ve said that a dozen times tonight.

Emma pushed off my leg and knelt between them, my cock still in her tight grip. "I think I need to take care of you or you're not gonna last long enough to enjoy it."

I laughed, running my hands through her hair, "You are correct, my love." Watching her little pink tongue tease the tip of my cock, her dress pulled down to show off her tits, and hiked up to show everything else, was threatening to make me come before the first stroke of her mouth. She looked like I felt.

Hell yes. She looked like I felt.

I pushed her head down my cock, "I need to come, baby."

She didn't argue. Even if she wanted to it would have been difficult with her mouth full of my cock. I saw her arm move but didn't pay attention and I heard the smack of her hand on the side of my ass a split second before I felt it.

Emma's mouth was quickly off my cock. "Shit, I'm sorry. I just wanted to get your attention. That was harder than I meant."

I stared into her beautiful green eyes, noticing the gold flecks seemed to twinkle. I shook my head, "No, baby girl, that was almost hard enough." My fingers under her chin held her for me to kiss her. "Why did you want my attention?"

She smirked and wiggled her fingers in the direction of the nightstand. "Condom. I want to ride you."

I handed her one and leaned back onto my hands. "Might be the shortest ride of your life."

She rolled the condom down my length. "This ride isn’t for me. It's for you."

I'm not at all sure what that means, but I liked the sound of it. It also wasn't going to help me last longer. "How do you want me?"

"On your back"

I scooted to the middle of my bed and put my hands behind my head.

Her eyes burned a path down my body and back to my face. She pulled her dress over her head as she swung her leg over my hips, facing away from me, and I swear I heard her say, "Smug bastard."

Still high enough to giggle, "Yes, I am."

Emma sank down on my cook. I had a great view of her pink parts taking me in, stretching around me. I groaned and closed my eyes before they could roll back in my head. I remembered the Candy Land game where Emma said this was her least favorite position. Self-conscious of my view and fear of breaking my dick. Her slow shallow movements protected against breakage. I opened my eyes and studied the view. Her more blonde than brown hair hung down her back in a smooth sheet, looking like a cascade of silk thread. The smooth skin of her back moved over muscles and curves as she rode me. Pulling my hands out from behind my head, I reached for her, sliding my hands down from her shoulders before grabbing her ass. "This view is amazing."

She turned her head to look at me, "Thank you."

I kept running my hands over her, "Anytime."

I was noticing everything. I reached for the lube. Emma must have heard the top open because she leaned forward just a little. I rubbed the pad of my finger over the other entrance to her body. "Tell me to slow down or stop."

"What if I want more or harder?" She pushed back against my finger.

I pushed enough for her body to give, letting me in, "I think I’ll be able to tell."

"Better safe than sorry."

I pulled out and pushed back in a few times. Each time pushing in farther. Her hair slid farther down her back with the tilt of her head, "Mmm, feels good."

Emma picked up the speed. I did not. My free hand was tight on her hip. I moved my feet enough to get some leverage and helped out thrusting into her. My finger was as deep inside her as possible and I could feel my finger against my cock. My breath caught when I felt her fingers on my balls.

"You gonna come for me?"

It was the visual of her rotating her hips while my cock and finger were inside her as much as the feel that got me off. I never had the chance to answer her before I exploded. I sunk deeper inside her to ride out my orgasm then sighed, "Yes. I am."

I winced as he pulled off me. The second she was lying beside me I rolled to my side and kissed up the side of her neck to her mouth. “I want to have you every way I can. I want you to know what I feel like inside you. Everywhere.” I got more lube and went back between her legs, my middle finger in her ass and my thumb rubbing her clit and all around her vagina. The way she kissed and moved told me she liked what I was doing. I dropped my mouth back to her breast, using my teeth to test the firmness of her nipple. She cried out and arched into me. Good. I wanted her on the edge of overstimulated.

Stretching across her I sucked hard at her other breast while moving in and out of her body a few times before stroking faster and deeper. I could feel her body relaxing. She was ready for more. I circled my thumb around her clit. "What do you want, baby? I can make you come like this." I gave her nipple a sucking pull. "Or my mouth."

A deep push into her had her gasp, "I always want your mouth."

It had been a stupid question. I knew what she'd pick. I decided I was going to have to put in some time to make the choice harder. But not now.

"As you wish." I went down on her, slowing licking and sucking her, letting my tongue replace my thumb to fuck her, then pulling my finger from her to use my tongue there too. I pushed her leg up to give me more room to lick her top to bottom, stopping at both ends to swirl my tongue.

From above me I heard, "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god" over and over.

This was fun.

I focused on her clit again and started to push two fingers inside her. More resistance, but easily pushed through.

"Slow, Bastian."

How is her telling me to slow down, hotter than her begging for more? Probably because it means she trusts me enough to listen. This made my cock start to come back to life.

I kept licking her without moving my fingers. Waiting. It wasn't long before she was pushing against me and I slid in more.

The "oh god" changed to "mmm yeah, oh yeah" with each twisting push.

I moved to my knees so I could add the fingers of my other hand to stroke her g-spot. Her legs started shaking, she put her hand on my head, pushing me closer and told me she was going to come.

No shit.

After she came, I let her push my head away, but kept my fingers inside her, riding out the contractions with her. I couldn’t help but think about how good her orgasm was going to feel around my cook and a moan came up from deep inside me.

I didn’t want her to come down. I sat back with my legs crossed under hers. This lifted her hips and tilted them perfectly. I started finger fucking her ass again, my other hand slowly stroking her inner thigh. My fingers weren't as wide as my cock, but I was sure she was ready to take me.

Emma was too. She squirmed against my invasion and made a pleasured noise. "How do you want me?"

The use of my words had me grinning like an idiot. I stole her words too. "On your back. For now. I need to see you." Unsaid was I needed to make sure she was ok. Pretty sure she knew.

Emma handed me a condom and tossed the lube down the bed. I looked at her as I put it on, "Are you nervous?"

Emma shrugged, shook her head, and smiled, at the same time. "No." She clued in and tilted her head, "Are you?"

My streak of complete honestly with her continued, "Yes. I want to make you feel good."

"You always do." She looked away then back, "Except that one time we were really drunk and nothing was working."

"We agreed to never talk about that."

"Mmmm, no we didn't." She scrunched up her nose in an incredibly cute way.

"OK, maybe not, but now is when you bring it up." I pushed in deep, making her breath catch.

She smiled sweetly, "Still nervous?"

I did a quick check, "No."

The smile shifted to something not at all sweet, "Still wanna fuck me?"

I laughed, but not because it was funny, "I always want to fuck you."

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Electrical Storm (1/1) - schitt’s creek ff

David takes the "How Electric Is Your Relationship" quiz (from 5x01) and happily reminisces, until he sees his score. This started with a spreadsheet (for the relationship quiz questions) and ended as an excuse to write quite a lot of porn. So enjoy. Rated Explicit, 5900 words.

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“So what are you and Patrick up to tonight?” Stevie asked as David milled around the office, flipping through the faded travel brochures that he was pretty sure no one had touched since before the Roses first arrived in Schitt’s Creek.

“Nothing. We’re not seeing each other tonight,” David said. He pulled out a pamphlet advertising “The world’s deepest base metal mine below sea level!” and grimaced at the idea that anyone would consider that a tourist attraction.

“You’re not seeing each other tonight,” Stevie repeated, not exactly with surprise in the classical sense because Stevie’s scale of emotional expression was different from other people’s, but David recognized it as surprise.

“I don’t spend every evening with Patrick,” he said indignantly.

“You don’t?”

“You know that I don’t. For one thing, I don’t have that high a tolerance for Ray.”

“Well, I just know that usually if I actually want to see my best friend, I have to go to your store. And I know that Ray told Bob who told Roland that you sleep over there a lot. So.”

“Great to know that the whole town is discussing where I’m sleeping,” David sniffed, moving over to the magazine rack.

“Does that honestly surprise you?”

“No,” he answered with a sigh, pulling out a copy of Major Lady Magazine that promised an interview with Kim Basinger and to reveal the secrets of ‘The Nineties Man’. Good god, where did Dad find these ancient magazines? “Anyway, is this your way of saying you want to hang out tonight?”

“To be honest, I’ve worked a bunch of long shifts over the last several days and I’m pretty sure I’d just end up falling asleep on you if I tried to hang out with you tonight,” Stevie said.

“And this sweater won’t survive your drooling,” David said. “Okay, let’s make an actual plan to do something next weekend, just you and me.”

“You mean, go out? And do things? Like actual human beings?” Stevie wrinkled her nose.

David shrugged. “Or we could get high and watch movies.”

“That sounds more like our speed.”

“Friday?”

Stevie nodded, lips pinched together like she was hiding a smile. “Sure.”

David smiled back because it felt really good to have a best friend, just like it felt really good to have a boyfriend. Even on boring evenings like tonight when he didn’t have anything interesting to do, he was starting to learn that he was happier than he’d ever been in his old life.

He was thinking so much about how much he loved Stevie and how much he loved Patrick that he didn’t realize he was still carrying the women’s magazine from summer 1991 until he was back in his room. He started to toss it on the dresser, but then noticed one more thing on the cover.

How ELECTRIC is your Relationship? Take our quiz and find out!

David smirked. His relationship with Patrick was very electric. He’d destroy a quiz like that, heteronormative though it would certainly be. Flipping past ads for cheap perfume and makeup that really made you realize that 1991 looked more like the 80s than it did the 90s, he located the table of contents and then the quiz. Settling down on his bed, he grabbed the pen that was stuck between pages of his journal and set to work.

Question 1: When you get it on with your man, how long does the fun last? A. A few minutes at best (1 point) B. Until he’s done, but I’m often left lying there unfulfilled (2 points) C. Until we’re both satisfied, however long that takes (5 points) D. All night long! (7 points)

‘Get it on,’ David thought. Ew. The phraseology in this magazine quiz left a lot to be desired. Also, going all night long was overrated and usually required pharmaceutical intervention. He circled C and moved on to the next question.

Question 2: What’s you and your man’s favorite place to do the nasty other than the bedroom? A. I really prefer the bedroom (2 points) B. The shower (4 points) C. The kitchen table (5 points) D. Literally anywhere (7 points)

Okay, well, he did prefer the bedroom, and having sex anywhere that people eat was incorrect. But the shower could be awfully nice, he thought, circling B.

~~~

“Sometimes I suspect you like being over here as much to use the shower as to go to bed with me,” Patrick said, leaning against the bathroom sink and watching David test the temperature of the spray. Ray was hosting an open house for a farmhouse property he was trying to sell, the store was closed today, and they had the house to themselves for four whole hours. David was a little frustrated that they’d already napped away almost an hour of their time together, but sometimes falling into a sex coma after a really spectacular orgasm was irresistable.

“I’ve explained to you about the water pressure at the motel. Also, you got me very dirty,” David said with a leer and a shimmy of his hips. He knew he probably looked ridiculous, moving his body like that when he was naked, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Patrick grinned, shifting away from the sink and close to David to kiss him. “Yeah, I suppose I did.”

When the water was warm enough, Patrick followed David into the shower, and it didn’t take long for the process of getting cleaned up to devolve into sloppy kisses and roaming hands. Patrick dropped to his knees, sucking a bruise into David’s hip, hand coming up to caress his balls before moved up to his cock, already getting impressively hard given that they’d had sex an hour ago.

Patrick looked up at him, water droplets caught in his eyelashes. “David. You’re so beautiful.”

David swallowed, unable to speak, and ran his hand over Patrick’s hair, caressing the shell of his ear with his fingertips. He still wasn’t used to this, to the fact that sex with Patrick was about so much more than two bodies seeking pleasure. He was overwhelmed a lot of the time by their easy intimacy, with no idea how to contain it.

Patrick’s mouth took over from his hand, thumb pressing against the hickey as he his lips closed around David’s cock. He employed every trick he knew, every trick he’d learned over the months they’d been together, and unraveled David surprisingly quickly. David let his head drop against the tiled wall as he groaned and came in Patrick’s mouth.

~~~

David shook himself from his shower reverie and continued with the quiz.

Question 3: Do you and your man schedule times to get it on? A. No, but only because it rarely happens anymore! (1 point) B. Yes. Once a week like clockwork (2 points) C. We’ve been known to schedule it, but we have spontaneous sex too (5 points) D. We’re spontaneous, and we take every opportunity to get in each other’s pants (8 points)

David hesitated, his pen moving back and forth between C and D. They did schedule sex occasionally, but only because of Ray’s poker night. But then there were the times they’d been so desperate for each other that they’d ended up in the storeroom five minutes after closing, almost feral with the desire to get under each other’s clothes. When they’d been willing to risk very quiet handjobs in David’s tiny bed while Alexis was out, even though his parents were just on the other side of a thin wall. Of course, that didn’t happen as much these days as it had when they’d first gotten together, so perhaps ‘every opportunity’ was giving them a bit too much credit.

He marked C, but reserved the right to come back and change it later.

Question 4: How good are you and your man at phone sex? A. I can’t imagine either of us saying that stuff out loud! (1 point) B. We tried it once but we weren’t very good at it. (2 points) C. I let him talk dirty to me on the phone but I’m not great at reciprocating (4 points) D. We’re both great at dirty talk over the phone; it’s a fun part of our relationship (7 points)

David grinned and marked D. One result of their shortage of privacy was how skilled they had gotten at talking each other off.

~~~

“Are you sure Alexis isn’t going to walk in on you?” Patrick said, and David pressed the phone harder against his ear and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Please don’t mention my sister while I’ve got my dick in my hand,” David said. “She’s out on her run. We have time.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to fuck me, David?”

“Mm hmm.”

“How?”

“I’d turn you over, put you on your knees and elbows so that your amazing ass is on display for me,” David murmured, his other hand wrapped tight around his cock, slick with lube, moving slowly enough to keep pace with where they were in the narrative.

“Would you open me up for you?” Patrick asked.

“Yeah. Yes. I’d rub your back, get you relaxed, then I’d finger you open until you made that noise.”

He heard Patrick snort out a little breathless laugh. “I make a noise?”

“When you can’t take it anymore, when you’re so ready for me to be inside you that you can barely stand it, and your thighs are shaking and you’re starting to sweat, you make a noise.”

Patrick made a noise now, a little gasping moan. It wasn’t the noise, but it was very gratifying nonetheless. “And then you’d fuck me with that cock.”

David hummed. “Maybe,” he teased.

“David—”

“Yes, I’d fill you up just the way you want, so deep inside, and then when you were ready for me to, I’d start moving—”

“Fuck me hard, David.” He was panting, really into it now, probably stroking himself faster. David listened to hear the sound, the slick sound of Patrick jerking off. Fuck, that was so hot when he could hear the sound of it.

“I’d fuck you so hard that you’d have to grab the headboard, one hand on the bars and the other on your cock, and my hands are on your hips and I’m filling you up, making you feel so good.” David thrust his hips up into his own fist, imagining it, Patrick debauched on those floral sheets of Ray’s, desperate to come.

“Yes, you feel so good, fuck, you make it so…” Patrick trailed off into an unintelligible groan, and that was an easy sound to interpret too, the way he sounded when he came. David could almost taste it on the back of his tongue when he heard Patrick’s voice like that, broken and blissed out.

“I’m gonna come in you,” David mumbled, hand working quickly on the head of his own cock. “You’re so tight, so wet and tight and, god, clenching me, uhhh…” He dropped the phone and cupped his other hand over the head of his cock to keep the mess to a minimum as he orgasmed. After he’d finished, David lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard. Then he grabbed some tissues, wiped his hands off and picked up his phone.

“Hey.”

“You good?” Patrick asked.

“Mmhmm. You?”

“I’m good.” He sighed. “Let’s do that for real very soon, though.”

“Yeah.”

~~~

Question 5: Have you and your man ever engaged in a little afternoon delight during work? A. Doing anything like that during working hours would be wildly unprofessional. I would never. (1 point) B. I would, but we’ve never had the opportunity. (3 points) C. Once or twice, but I was worried we would get caught (5 points) D. Not only have we had sex in the office, but we’re sort of famous for it. (8 points)

“Ugh, so stupid,” David muttered. For two people who had fooled around in the back room of their store as much as Patrick and David had, he deserved maximum points on this question. They shouldn’t have to be ‘famous for it’ to get the highest points — that just showed indiscretion and probably would lead to people getting fired. He reluctantly circled C.

Question 6: How often do you and your partner enjoy dirty movies together? A. Never. I would be too embarrassed! (1 point) B. I would, but I’m afraid to ask my man about it (2 points) C. We did a couple of times, but I wasn’t really into it (3 points) D. We’ve enjoyed dirty movies together (6 points)

David smirked at the phrase ‘dirty movies’ as he circled D. In other words, did they watch porn together — probably not as unusual an activity today as it was might have been in 1991.

~~~

David looked up at Patrick over the top of Patrick’s laptop screen and waggled his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Your porn bookmarks aren’t very well hidden, Patrick.”

“Who do I need to hide them from? No one else uses my laptop except you,” Patrick said, setting his guitar aside to come sit on the bed next to David. “And I thought you were checking the online orders for the store, not looking for porn.”

“I was checking the online orders,” David said, clicking on one of the pornhub links. Based on the titles, it was pretty vanilla stuff from what David could see. “Oh, this guy’s hot,” he said, pointing to the man who was stroking himself on screen.

“Kind of reminds me of Jake, now that you mention it,” Patrick said.

“Ew, he looks nothing like Jake,” David said, giving his boyfriend a side-eye. “Is that why you…”

“No, I prefer the other guy.” Patrick pointed, and they watched in silence for a couple of minutes.

“Well, he certainly deep throats like a pro,” David commented.

“Exactly, it’s very aspirational.”

David shifted back and forth, feeling a little turned on but also uncomfortable with the turn this had taken. “You know you don’t need to… what you do is good. It’s excellent. Porn is, you know, it’s not real—”

“I know, David.” Patrick kissed him on the cheek. “You don’t need to explain that to me.”

“You’re great at blow jobs!” David blurted. “It’s important to me that you know that you’re great at them. That’s all.”

“Well, I hoped so, given how often you come in my mouth. It seemed like I was doing something right.”

David closed the computer and set it aside, pulling Patrick into his arms. “You do everything right.”

~~~

Question 7: Have you ever incorporated food into your sexy time with your man? A. No, it’s way too messy. (1 point) B. We tried it but we didn’t like it much. (2 points) C. Sure, for a special occasion we might bring some honey into the bedroom. (4 points) D. There’s no body part I wouldn’t eat whipped cream off of! (6 points)

David rolled his eyes and groaned out loud in annoyance. Incorporating food into sex was what magazines like this thought passed for kinky, because you weren’t going to find questions about butt plugs or spreader bars on the pages of an early 90s women’s magazine. David loved sex and he loved food, but combining them wasn’t sexy. Whipped cream in bed just ended up smelling like spoiled milk after a couple of hours, and no one wanted that. He circled A and moved on.

Question 8: It might be a high school throwback, but getting busy in a car can add some spice to your relationship. Have you done that? A. Never. What if someone caught us? (1 point) B. We managed to get to second base once before we gave up because it was too uncomfortable (3 points) C. We had some fun in the backseat when we were younger, but now we have a bed. (4 points) D. The illicit thrill of sex in the car is worth the risk! (7 points)

David circled D several times. At least there was one benefit to the fact that their living situations had forced them to make use of Patrick’s car for sex on several occasions.

~~~

“Ow.”

“Sorry.”

“You kneed me in the—”

Patrick kissed him, his hand coming down to stroke David’s abdomen where his knee had unfortunately ended up as he climbed over the center console. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” David whispered, reclining his seat back as far as it would go while Patrick produced a small bottle of lube from somewhere. “Let’s get this back on track.”

Patrick kissed him, deep and filthy, grinding against him with a roll of his hips, and David felt so desperate for it after the week they’d had that he thought he might spontaneously combust. Alexis had been constantly underfoot, as had Ray, and the storeroom was so packed with new merchandise that being in there just made David anxious about all the work that needed doing.

“I want you so badly, I feel like I could come in my pants just from this,” Patrick murmured. Then they were frantically getting clothes out of the way, all groping hands and gasped breaths, kisses getting messier as they got closer to climaxing, as Patrick thrust against David’s bare stomach, whining, his hand working David’s cock clumsily at the same time.

The sound of lubricated skin against skin was almost more arousing than being touched, and when David came, his hand flew out and hit the passenger window hard enough to bruise his knuckles, and when Patrick followed several seconds later, David was pretty sure his sweater had not been hiked up high enough to be spared from being ejaculated on. But then they were giggling into kisses, the damp air in the car stifling as they cleaned up and righted their clothes and continued to laugh.

“That was ridiculous. We’re grown men,” David said.

“And when two grown men love each other very much, sometimes they have to come all over each other in the front seat of a Toyota,” Patrick said, awkwardly climbing back into the driver’s seat.

“Shut up.”

Patrick just grinned widely at him as he started the car.

“I love you, too,” David said.

~~~

Question 9: Have you ever done the nasty with your man in the great outdoors? A. Never! It’s too risky. (1 point) B. I might try it if I could guarantee no one would see us. (2 points) C. Yes, but the sand in uncomfortable places made it less than ideal. (4 points) D. All the time! There’s nothing like sex under the open sky. (8 points)

Grimacing, David circled A. Never mind being seen, the risk from insects and spiders made outdoor sex a no-go for him. The fact that Patrick, who had grown up camping, never once suggested any activity to David requiring sleeping outdoors just went to show how well Patrick knew him.

Question 10: Do you dress up in sexy outfits for your man? A. No, it’s too embarrassing (1 point) B. I did once, but we’re too settled for that now (2 points) C. On special occasions, I might get into some lingerie (5 points) D. We regularly incorporate dress-up into our sex life (7 points)

~~~

“I’ve never seen you wear this jacket,” Patrick said, holding the sleeve out from the motel room closet.

David glanced over from where he was arranging his sweaters in the cedar chest. “I don’t think I’ve worn it since we started dating.” He knew he hadn’t, because David knew exactly the last time he’d worn it. It was the last time he’d had sex with someone who wasn’t Patrick.

Patrick pulled the hanger off the rod to get a closer look at it. “It’s a nice jacket. Why don’t you wear it?”

“Of course it’s a nice jacket; it cost almost three thousand dollars,” David sniffed.

“Jesus.” Patrick held it away from his body carefully like it might bite him.

“It’s Rick Owens,” David explained.

“I’ve heard of him,” Patrick said as he hung the jacket back in the closet.

“From me.”

Patrick walked over and kissed him. “Yes, from you.” Then kissed him again. “It’s a sexy jacket. I bet you look good in it.”

“I look amazing in it, that’s why I tended to wear it when I was trying to pick up a random,” David said. Or have a revenge fuck with an ex, he didn’t add.

Patrick pouted. “You never wore it for me.”

“You were never a random,” David said, putting his arms around Patrick. “You’re someone I respect and love.”

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t appreciate you in that jacket.”

Which was why the next morning, David showed up for work wearing the leather jacket over a long sleeved white t-shirt, and it was a good thing the store was empty, because the look in Patrick’s eyes as his gaze raked over David was by itself indecent.

“Goddamn.”

“What?” David said innocently, going behind the counter to set his things down.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to wear that all day,” Patrick said, reaching down to adjust the front of his jeans, which made David’s smirk hard to contain.

David stepped further back into the storeroom to grab a box of the shampoo; he’d noticed some gaps on the shelf as he came in. He didn’t even manage to pick up the box before Patrick had followed him and was pressed up against his back.

“You look so fucking sexy,” Patrick breathed.

“Mmm, do I?” David asked.

“You knew this would drive me crazy.”

“I might’ve had a suspicion.”

Patrick’s hips pressed against David’s ass. “I just want to bend you over and—”

“Not during store hours, honey,” David said, stepping away and picking up the box of shampoo.

“You’re a fucking tease.”

David kissed Patrick on the cheek as he went by. “Love you, too.”

They were extremely busy that day. There was a chocolate festival in Elm Valley that weekend, and thanks to Patrick’s idea to pay to be one of the festival sponsors, the Rose Apothecary name was emblazoned on a lot of the festival advertising. It paid off. There was no time for flirting on the floor and stolen kisses in the storeroom. They couldn’t even eat lunch together. But it didn’t mean that David didn’t catch Patrick staring at him a few times during the morning as he was ringing up a customer or restocking the merchandise.

When they finally saw the last customer out, twenty minutes after closing time, David was exhausted. He’d also shed the leather jacket hours ago because it had gotten too warm to wear it, so his naughty plans from that morning were mostly forgotten. He leaned against the door and closed his eyes.

“I think we might have broken our single day sales record,” Patrick said as he totalled up their take for the day. “How should we celebrate?”

“I can open some wine,” David suggested.

“Wine sounds great,” Patrick said, focused on going through the credit card receipts.

When David approached with two full glasses, Patrick took one with an inscrutable look on his face and clinked the glass against David’s. “To a successful day.”

“Mmm,” David murmured in agreement, taking a sip of wine.

“There’s one more thing we need to do, though,” Patrick said.

David looked around at their decimated stock and at the floor, filthy from all of the day’s foot traffic. “There’s a lot of things we need to do.”

Patrick sidled up close and put his mouth next to David’s ear. “Perhaps so, but first I need you to go in the back and put that jacket on. I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing it.”

David’s dick reacted like it had been touched. “Patrick Brewer, I can’t believe you just said that.” He couldn’t stop himself from grinning widely at his boyfriend while he took another sip of wine.

“Now, David,” Patrick said, taking him by the shoulder and sort of shoving him toward the curtained off area, because he knew how much David liked it when Patrick manhandled him.

Shooting Patrick one more grin, David went back into the storeroom. He set his wine glass down on a shelf and picked up the coat, sliding his arms through the leather sleeves. This jacket had seen him through club openings and drug binges and a literal orgy. He’d worn it on some of the worst nights of his life, more of them than he could probably remember. He hadn’t consciously realized he’d retired it until Patrick asked him about it. Nonetheless, he found that it didn’t hold any power for having been with him during that time of his life. Now it was just a jacket that turned his boyfriend on, and David was happy for it to be that and nothing more.

Patrick came in and his expression had shifted. “Is this okay?” he asked softly. “Can I…”

David nodded. “I’ll use the safe word if you go too far. But you won’t.”

Wrapping his arms around David, Patrick’s hands slid down the back of the jacket to settle on David’s ass as he leaned in and kissed him, biting David’s lower lip hard enough to hurt. “Do you know what it was doing to me this morning, watching you walk around the store in this?” he murmured against David’s mouth.

“Tell me.”

“It made me want to devour you,” Patrick said, and then, as good as his word, he dropped to his knees and began unbuttoning David’s jeans.

David was only half-hard when Patrick took his cock in his mouth but it took almost no time before he was fully erect, gasping and clutching for the wall as Patrick’s fingernails sank into the swell of his ass and as he sucked expertly at David’s length. Too soon, he stopped, letting David’s cock slide from his mouth. Standing back up, Patrick guided David over to the table they used to unpack boxes, which thanks to the rush on the store today was mostly empty. “Bend over,” he said, pushing hard on David’s back. A thrill ran up David’s spine as he obeyed.

“Patrick, fuck,” he whined as Patrick kicked at the instep of one of David’s shoes until his legs were spread as wide as his pants would allow. David heard the snap of a cap of lube open and close, and then Patrick’s fingers were on him. The preparation he did for David was perfunctory at best, and it burned just a little when Patrick was pressing his cock inside, quicker than he ever had before. It didn’t stop David from pushing back, taking Patrick harder, faster, until he was buried deep.

“Tell me when I can—”

“You can,” David gasped. “You can move.”

Patrick’s thrusts were hard, making David’s hip bones collide painfully with the wood, and he reached out and braced himself by clutching the edge of the table.

“You love getting fucked, don’t you,” Patrick almost snarled, feral and dominant and it was very possibly the hottest thing David had ever experienced.

“I love it,” he groaned. “I love your cock.”

“Take it,” Patrick gritted out, his hips thrusting and the table shifting enough to rattle the bottles inside an unloaded box. “Take my cock.”

David was too distracted by how hard Patrick was fucking him, by the noises he was making, to even give any thought to his own cock, and before David knew it Patrick was groaning beautifully and pulsing inside him. As he was coming down, as Patrick’s softening cock was sliding out of David, as he felt wetness dripping down his inner thigh, Patrick somehow had the presence of mind to reach around with a slick hand and pump David’s cock, a quick and dirty handjob that worked surprisingly quickly.

After they had cleaned up as much as they could and made themselves reasonably decent, Patrick was full of soft kisses for David. “Thank you. That was amazing. Thank you.”

David smiled. “I’m glad you like the jacket.”

~~~

David circled D. Maybe it was a little bit of a cheat — they didn’t regularly incorporate dress-up. But he felt like he deserved a couple of extra points for how hot that afternoon with the jacket had been.

He totalled up his points (48) and flipped the page to see what his score meant.

Results:

11-30 points: Total power failure! You and your man need an emergency infusion of electricity into your relationship, or you risk losing him to a woman who can really blow his fuses!

David rolled his eyes at the pun and at the heteronormativity. He had way more points than that, anyway, he thought smugly.

31-58 points: In Need of a Generator. Your relationship with your man has some juice going to it, but you could stand to turn the power up. Try to be more adventurous together!

59-71 points: Electrical Storm! Your relationship is so hot that it’s in danger of setting the house on fire! That man of yours better appreciate what he has in you!

“What the fuck,” David said. In need of a generator??

“Fuck that,” he said, turning back and going through the questions again. He changed his answers for questions 3 and 5 to D, and for good measure changed his answer to the question about having sex outdoors to B. Maybe, for Patrick, he would be willing to risk a June bug attack and have sex outdoors. But only because of how much he loved Patrick.

He totalled up his points again and got 55, then checked the last page one more time.

In need of a generator.

He threw the magazine on the floor.

~~~~~~

“Feeling better?” Patrick asked when David emerged from the bathroom in a pair of comfortable sweats, freshly showered. Patrick was stretched out on David’s bed in the motel, watching TV.

“To be honest, I still feel a little like I’m walking on shaky logs suspended in the air.” He looked around. “Where did Alexis go?”

“She felt so bad about this afternoon that she and Ted collected your parents and they left to see a movie in Elmdale,” Patrick said, switching off the television.

“Alexis… and my parents… are in Elmdale,” David said.

“Yep.”

“For hours.”

“Yep.”

“We have this room all to ourselves. With no one next door to barge in on us.” David was trying to restrain himself from grinning like a lunatic, but it was a failing endeavor.

“That’s correct,” Patrick said, coming over and wrapping his arms around David. “So if you feel like we’re capable of generating some excitement—”

“I said I was sorry about that—”

“I know,” Patrick said, kissing him.

“I’ve never been in a long-term relationship with someone before.”

“I know that.”

“So I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like,” David went on. “I started to worry that we don’t tear into each other in the back of the store as much as we used to.”

“David, I’m kind of glad that I’m not as obsessed with having sex with you as I was when we first got together. It was hard to think about anything else, which was kind of inconvenient since we were trying to get the store off the ground.”

“It was really hot, though,” David whispered.

“Things between us are still really hot,” Patrick said, his hand cupping David’s cock through his sweats.

David looked back at his bed and sighed.

“I know, it’s a small bed,” Patrick said, reading his mind. “Hasn’t stopped us before.”

“Well, there was that time you tried to flip us over and we ended up on the floor,” David said as Patrick reached behind his back and pulled his own t-shirt off over his head. “And then my dad started shouting at us through the wall, asking if we’d broken something.”

“Only my dignity,” Patrick said as he shucked off his jeans. “So I won’t try that particular move.”

Once their clothes were off, they settled into bed, David spooning up against Patrick’s back. He kissed Patrick’s shoulder, arm wrapped around his midsection, and for a few minutes they just lay there and enjoyed being naked together. David was aroused but it was a distant thing. Mostly he was just enjoying the physical touch, the fact that he had someone he could be this intimate with. No magazine quiz could capture a moment like this.

“Is it weird that I’d be equally happy if we just cuddled right now?” David asked softly, lips still trailing over Patrick’s skin. “I mean, that’s some kinky shit, right?”

Patrick laughed. “We can just cuddle if that’s what you want, David. It did occur to me that the adrenaline crash from the tree walk might have left you too tired for sex.”

He was tired, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of Patrick’s back against his chest, his ass cradled in the bend of David’s pelvis, David’s knees pressed into the backs of his legs.

“On the other hand, we’re alone. And fucking feels really good.”

“It does.”

David shifted his hips, his cock getting harder as he generated some friction between them. “Can I… can I just fuck your thighs? Just like this?”

Patrick gasped. “Yeah, that… yeah.” He reached over and pulled open the drawer of David’s nightstand, passing the lube he found back to David.

David slicked himself and Patrick up and they shifted around a bit until it was perfect, until David could move easily back and forth, reaching around to stroke Patrick’s cock in time with his own thrusts. They kept things on a low simmer for a little while, David’s teeth scraping Patrick’s shoulder as he slowly fucked him.

“I love our relationship, too,” Patrick murmured, his head tilted back, his hand gripping David’s thigh. “I love watching you design things for the store. I love your complicated coffee order. I love your sweaters and your eyebrows and the way your hands move when you talk.”

David gasped, tears coming to his eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Things accelerated then, David chasing his orgasm with sharper thrusts, Patrick clenching his thighs together and moaning as David stroked him in a tight fist. They came together, a gasping mess of limbs.

When their breathing finally slowed, Patrick murmured. “These sheets are ruined.”

“I’ll strip the bed and wash them before Stevie has to do it,” David said. He usually wanted post-coital clean up to happen immediately, especially when they were in danger of ending up glued to each other like this, but right now he couldn’t bring himself to move. He stroked Patrick’s arm. “Thanks for putting up with me today.”

“David, you’re the best thing that’s happened in my life. ‘Putting up with you’ isn’t ever what I would call it, even when you’re being a little ridiculous.”

David’s eyes squeezed shut, and he pressed his forehead against Patrick’s shoulder. “Okay. I love you.”

“And no more taking relationship quizzes, please?”

David sniffed. “I can’t promise that.”

Chuckling, Patrick peeled himself away from David and stood up, heading toward the bathroom. “Just for that, I’m taking the first shower. And I love you, too.”

David buried his face in his pillow and smiled.

[the-mykie-show]

Good girl (Negan x reader) part 1.

When Negan finds a collection of plugs while on a run he immediately knows exactly whose ass he wants to fill. 

Requested by survivorwitheyeliner. 

*authors note* this was originally suposed to be a one-shot but once I started writing it I realized that there was a lot I wanted to include, and so many kinky directions I could go in so I decided I'm going to make this into a several part mini series. This is part 1.

*rating* explicit. 

*warnings* daddy kink, praise kink, anal sex, sex toys, plugs, graphic descriptions of sex.

“Daddy’s home!” Negan loudly announces as he kicks open the door to the lavishly furnished room where his wives spent their days. His hands are full of a large box, you would assume it was probably lingerie or liquor, or some other unnecessary luxury item that he found on a run and gave the women he called his first pick of. You rarely ever took things that you didn't really need from the little gifts Negan brought, after all you hadn't agreed to be his wife for the perks like most of the other girls had, you actually liked Negan, and enjoyed being with him, in more ways than one. But this time Negan doesn't give you much of a choice, “Y/N, I have a little something to discuss with you.” he beckons you into his room, sitting the box down on his desk before pulling you to him and giving you a rough kiss. 

“What's with the box?” you ask. 

“See for yourself.” he watches with with his signature smirk as you open the box and examine the contents, it's filled to the brim with sex toys of all shapes and sizes, some are your run of the mill dildos and vibrators, but others are kinky things like handcuffs or gags. But most of the box is filled with smaller, almost oval shaped toys. 

“You want to use these on me?” you ask, Negan nods, confirming your suspensions. 

“What are these?” you ask holding up one of the smaller bulbous toys. 

“They're sex toys.” Negan says in a deadpan tone. 

“I know that, asshole!” you retort, “I meant what kind? What do they do?” you continue to examine the toys, they start small and go up in size, some are solid metal, others are metal coated in silicone rubber, some are just rubber. Most have small jeweled hilts on them, but some have long furry tails, a few of them even look like they vibrate. 

“Most of them are plugs, you uh… put them in your ass.” he explains, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, waiting for your response. 

“And the first person you thought of for this is me? Do I give off some I want to be fucked in the ass vibe or something?” truth be told you are curious how it would feel. 

“No,” he laughs “I just remembered when you first agreed to be my wife you told me that you aren't opposed to the idea of having your ass fucked, so I thought you might be open to a little anal play. Of course you don't have to, you never have to,” he explains. 

“I don't know… I mean I guess I am curious about it, but it seems a bit uncomfortable. Won't it hurt?” you asked, this would be the most awkward conversation of your life if it was with anyone but Negan. 

“Uncomfortable, maybe a little at first, but it definitely shouldn't hurt. Not if we it do it right.” 

“Do you..?” you gestured to the box of sex toys vaguely. 

“Know how to do it right? Yeah. You know I wouldn't hurt you, babygirl.” he reassures you, his fingers softly touching your cheek. You do know that, he would never hurt you intentionally, but looking at some of the bigger plugs makes you feel like unintentionally hurting you is a very high possibility. 

In the end your curiosity wins.

“Could we just start with a small one?” you ask sheepishly. 

“That's the idea, yeah. You have to work your way up.” Negan goes through the box of toys until he finds the smallest plug, a little black one that's covered in silicone rubber and has a bright pink jewel on the hilt of it, and pulls a bottle of lube out of a drawer in his nightstand. 

He sits on the bed and pulls you down next to him, unzipping your dress and slipping it down to bunch around your waist, leaving you in the pink and black lace bra you had on under it. 

“Now let's you get you nice and turned on,” his hands start to message your shoulders, and you feel his lips against the back of your neck. You instantly lean into his touch, feeling yourself relax into the familiar sensations. 

“There you go, just relax, let me make you feel good.” his hands slide lower, unhooking your bra and slipping it off while his lips work against the sensitive skin on the back of your neck. He gently lays you down against the bed, planting soft kisses down your breasts before taking your nipple between his lips and sucking it into a hardened peak, before moving on the other nipple and doing the same. 

By the time he's done you're already wet and moaning. 

“that's my good girl, always so sensitive to my touch.” he pulls your dress all the way off, with your panties. “Open your legs baby, let daddy see how wet you are.” you do as he says, moaning when he strokes your slit with his thumb, you think he's going to slip his fingers inside you and fuck you until you come around them, or he's going to bend down and lap up your wetness, but he does neither. Instead he keeping playing with your clit, “Damn baby, you're so wet, I bet that little pussy is just aching to be fucked, huh?” 

“Yes, please daddy!” you whine. 

“Sorry babygirl, you don't get to come until that tight little ass is plugged.” he grabs the lube and the plug off the bed behind him. 

“Bend over my lap, just like you do when I give you spankings,” you can feel your pussy absolutely drip with need, and you immediately bend over his lap, exposing your ass to him. 

You get a little nervous again when you feel his hand start to rub your ass, and he spreads your cheeks. 

“Negan, I'm scared.” you admit. 

“Don't be honey, I'll take good care of you. It'll feel good, trust me.” 

You nod slowly “Okay, just be gentle?” 

“I will be, just relax.” you hear him open the lube. “I'm just going to put a little lube on you,” you feel a drop of cold thick liquid fall between your ass cheeks. Some of it runs down your folds, making you feel wet and slippery between your thighs, you can also feel it settling in your puckered entrance. 

You turn your head and watch Negan lube up the plug. 

His hand spreads your ass cheeks, and you feel the tip of the plug against you. 

“I'm going to slide the plug inside you, okay?” 

You nod and feel him slowly press down. 

“Just relax, let daddy take care of you.” he says reassures you as you feel pressure inside your ass, it stretches you in the strangest way, it doesn't exactly hurt, but it isn't comfortable either. 

“Good girl, you're taking it so good,” he praises you,knowing very well what that does for you. 

You whimper when you feel the largest part of the plug sliding in. 

“Look at you, letting daddy fill your ass. You're such a good little girl.” he massages your ass cheeks once the plug is firmly placed inside you. 

“daddy,” you whine “its uncomfortable.” 

“I know, you're not use to it, the first time you get your ass plugged is always a little uncomfortable. We can stop if you really want, but it'll feel so good once you come around it.” he assures you. You nod, agreeing to let him leave it inside you. 

“That's my dirty girl.” his hand finds your clit, his fingers began to rub slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making your core clench. 

“Oh!” you moan in surprise, clenching around the plug feels so strange and foreign, but you kind of like it. 

Negan keeps up the circles around your clit until you feel the coil of pleasure building in your core, making you clench tighter around the plug. You rock your hips against his hand, the intensity of your orgasm surprised you when it came. 

“Oh my God, Negan!” you moan, gripping the sheets when you feel your ass squeezing the plug with each spasm of your orgasm. 

“Good girl, come for me,” he keeps rubbing your clit while your body spasms with pure pleasure. Once your orgasm subsided into aftershocks Negan's hand stopped rubbing your clit and moved to massage your ass cheeks 

“Holy shit….” you whimper, Negan's massaging is causing the plug to move and press further into you ass, it feels strange but you find that you like it. 

“Does it feel good?” he asked. 

“Yes.” you moan.

He spreads your ass checks, rubbing his thumb against the jewel. “You look so pretty with your ass filled and that sweet little pussy dripping for me.” you feel him gently turn the plug inside you making you squirm. 

“Alright baby, I'm going to pull it out now.” he tells you, you feel the plug slowly slide out, it's an oddly satisfying feeling, but leaves you feeling so empty once it's out. You can feel your ass clenching as if it's still there. 

“You can get up whenever you're ready.” you slowly stand, you aren't used to the wet, freshly fucked feeling in that hole. 

You flop down on the bed next to him. 

“Wow…” you groan. 

“You really liked it?” he asks, bending down and kissing you gently. 

“Yeah, I did. It felt weird and a little uncomfortable at first, but once I got used to it I liked it.” 

“So you want to do it again?” you nod. 

“Shit like this is why you're my favorite, none of the other girls let me put so much as a finger their ass and here you are letting me train you with plugs and enjoying the fuck out of it.” you know it's probably strange that you're touched by him saying you're his favorite in this context but you are nonetheless. 

“Go clean yourself up babygirl.”

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[sabraeal]

Okay, if no one else is going to be shameless, then I WILL BE. Directors cut of the third chapter of Sit Back, Relax, I'll Take My Time

Oh yes, you mean the story you have single-handedly informed me I was continuing, because otherwise i clearly did not love you? That series?? HMM.

For those who don’t know, I was originally prompted the first chapter of this fic for my second prompt-a-thon. It was supposed to be a one shot. IT WORKED AS A ONE SHOT. And then Joanna had other plans, informed me that she would get a second chapter out of me somehow, and then prompted me a continuation during my third prompt-a-thon.

This chapter, however, came about because of the second trope battle/first trope madness. Only One Bed was running strong that year, and around Sweet 16 (which is now when I typically start generating ideas for what I want to work on) I floated the idea that I could do a continuation of this series. To which Joanna’s INSTANT reaction was “please consider Obi has never have PIV sex.”

In the first chapter I hadn’t meant to do any complicated brothel backstory, but Joanna was VERY INSISTENT ON IT, and when writing the second chapter I really liked the idea of hooking it into An Economy of Suffering, using that whole idea of Obi working in a brothel and him feeling as though he’s not supposed to enjoy himself during sex. And then having THIS level brought into it as well was just EXTRA delicious; I mean having him have done just about everything under the sun but that he skipped his “debut” was rife for the right sort of feels.

The whole idea around this fic came into place pretty quickly after that, with a bunch of Joanna and I bouncing stuff off each other until there was a good framework....and then I was like, WELL IF “ONLY ONE BED” wins. Which then sent Joanna off telling EVERYONE that Only One Bed should go to the Final Four because she has fell knowledge. Not that a trope like that NEEDED much help to win, but there was a DEFINITE campaign on someone’s part.

The hardest part of writing this, like nearly all my fics, was getting the intro right. I knew what I wanted-- Shirayuki buying herbs, seeing Obi, setting the place by mentioning how she wants to DO STUFF but they haven’t DONE STUFF, and then buying the silphium. I believe Joanna was the one that was like, HAVE THE LADY THROW IN LUBE FOR FREE, and I though that was so fucking funny I had to include it.

I think the second scene is actually where my first draft started, but it just didn’t quite carry the heft it needed to. It was too much like the first chapter’s start, and it got too exposition heavy without anything fun to break it up. It was definitely a necessary little bit; I really love this and the third scene because Shirayuki Being Unsubtle About Her Wants is a trope I really love playing with. She just strikes me as the sort of person who just cannot keep her emotions off her sleeve, and DESIRE is so foreign to her that she’d just...be super awkward. Not able to effectively convey it with word things, and too inexperienced to use body language...especially in a way that would get through Obi’s thick head.

This last scene is long, so I’ll for some broad strokes: one of my favorite things to do with smut is to play with the tension in the room, especially when it comes to Obi and Shirayuki and what they want vs what they think the other person wants. I wanted to play a LOT with how Shirayuki clearly views this as “we are in a relationship and I am serious about you” and how Obi really believes this is a “you scratch my back, I scratch yours” at best, and probably more of a “I use you to get me off and then sometimes feel bad about it” on Shirayuki’s part.

It’s not until she brings up the whole kids thing that he really understand that she’s just as serious about him as he is her, and I really wanted that to be the turning point of the scene. This is when he starts being more participatory, when he really starts letting himself feel pleasure as opposed to doing what he thinks she wants (or, at times, just sitting back and letting her do what she wants to him). Shirayuki is pretty oblivious to this in the fic itself, so I had to rely mainly on the way he spoke and his body language to convey this whole bit to the reader.

Everyone really likes Obi getting shy, and I won’t lie, it was one of the most fun parts to write. He’s such a shameless character that getting to write him being like “*blush blush* shouldn’t you be doing something ELSE right now?” is so satisfying. We get these moments in canon and trust me, if you write them you’ll see why XD

“I need you,” she moans, bending down to take his mouth, toalign her sex over his –

And then she is on her back, Obi rubbing his cockfrantically against her.

“Please,” he pants. “Just this time, can I–?”

“Yes.” She reaches down, putting his tip against her. “Yes.”

I think I was the one that pitched this? And Joanna made very enthusiastic noises over it, so I went with it. It was a bit of a debate whether her should take her or she should take him, and up until I was actually writing it, it was going to be Shirayuki on top, controlling the pace, which is STILL an idea I love, but-- it seemed so important for Obi to be taking control in this one instance. That he’s the one ACTUALLY choosing to move forward instead of letting someone take it from him like it was in the brothel. I wanted that anxiety to be palpable, that he needs the control but he also is afraid it will turn her off, and I love how this whole part came out

“Does this hurt for you too?” she asks, brushing a thumbover the edge of his cheekbone.

He makes a noise, but shakes his head.

“Does it feel…good?”

He nods, eyelashes fluttering. “Yeah.” He swallows. “You?”

She wriggles her hips experimentally, and the noise he makes –

“Yeah,” she breathes, “I think so. You’ll have to move forme to know for sure.”

This was in the original pitch from the beginning. I love to include these awkward, funny moments in smut because like, very rarely in sex with someone you’re REALLY intimate with this like, perfect all-consuming act. And i think the funny little imperfections and the awkward stuff really provides the same counterpoint that comedy does to tragedy. you enjoy it MORE because you’ve had that levity, it ENFORCED the intimacy of the moment.

Also, it’s just godawful funny to have her ask if sex hurts when clearly he’s trying every trick in the book not to nut like a teenager.

Every inch of him slides into her, so deep that it drives the breath from her, makes her writhe from how full she is, how much she wants him to stay just like this with her –

“Take me,” he murmurs, lips brushing her hair, her forehead. “It’s yours.”

Her heart swells, so quickly her eyes tear, and then she’s reaching for him, lips seeking his. Her mouth finds his, her hands wrapping around his head and dragging him close, trying to convey what words won’t.

I bring up a lot that I try to showcase Shirayuki’s issues as much as Obi, and this was really where it was in this fic. Shirayuki asks for all of him, which is more than anyone else has every given her, or COULD ever give her, and it’s obviously just a product of the moment, but that fact that Obi answers back YES is so profound for her. For the first time she is someone’s first priority, probably since childhood, and not only is that A LOT but it’s also OBI, who she must have worried about leaving a dozen times. He’s all hers, and this is really what drives her to orgasm-- not the actual physical act (THOUGH IT HELPS), but that he’s giving himself over to her.

She presses up, lips catching his. “I liked when you said my name.”

“O-oh.”

“Next time,” she says, so slowly, so she knows he hears every word. “You should use it.”

“I…” His hands grip at the blanket beneath them. “I will. Shirayuki.”

“Good,” she sighs, pushing him to the side, curling herself in the crook of his shoulder. “You can prove it to me. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” He says the word as if he’s he’s testing its weight, seeing if it will hold. He hooks her closer, her ear pressed so tightly to his chest she can hear the steady beat of his heart. Against her hair, she feels him smile. “Or tonight?”

I’m pretty sure this was a last second addition on my part. Endings are also the worst, and sometimes it takes all the way down to the last draft for me to find what it wants to be. But this really tied it all together: Obi trying to put himself back in his place, Shirayuki informing him that he is worthy of her in the best way she can, and then Obi confirming it...and then eagerly upping the ante. It was the best way to convey the growth in this chapter; Obi is no longer afraid that he’s unwelcome, and he’s no longer afraid of his own desire for her.

[thesilverstaganddoe]

The Beginning: Psychology and the Law (Killing Eve Fic) Chapter 12

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Chapter 12: Chocolate [Explicit]

“Okay, so...I hope this isn’t a really awkward question but...what do friends with benefits do on Valentine's day?”

It was a good question. It hadn’t really occurred to Oksana, she hadn’t even realized the holiday was coming up. If she’d ever thought about it, she considered it ridiculous and frivolous holiday, but now that Eve mentioned it she realized that she certainly wanted to do something. She took a moment, as if she was considering the question, but the answer really did come to mind fairly. Only one answer was really appropriate in their circumstances, after all.

“I don’t know. We could have sex.”

“We do that most days.”

“Yes.” Oksana grinned. “We’ll have to find something new and fun to try. I have ideas.”

Eve blushed hard. “Oh my god.”

“Are you declining?”

“No, not at all.”

Oksana leaned in briefly to bite at Eve’s earlobe. “It’ll be great.” She settled back onto the couch, tossing her feet over Eve’s lap. “I won’t get you chocolates, though. Or those stuffed bears that hold hearts. Those are stupid even if you are in a relationship.” She paused and reconsidered for a moment. “Actually, you know what, I will get you chocolate. Chocolate is great for everyone, every day and there’s this place I haven’t been to in much too long. But I will also eat much of the chocolate I get you myself.”

Oksana loved chocolate. Oksana loved all food.

Eve laughed. “Okay, I accept that.”

“Do you want chocolate syrup on your body?”

Eve stared at her. “Do I want what?”

“Chocolate syrup on your body. That I would lick off. Like on your stomach and tits. I’m not talking about as a weird flavored lube or something, that would be bad, you would get an infection.”

“I...don’t have a particular desire for that. Unless you’re wanting that to happen?”

“I would probably be apathetic about it, I think licking your nipples is just fine on it’s own. I was just asking. I could get chocolate syrup also when I got chocolates.

Eve had been continually blushing harder and harder for the past several minutes but the conversation didn't bother Oksana. Eve was much more easily flustered. Oksana nodded, satisfied.

“Yes, good. I shall go shopping at we shall make a day of it. Clear plans. When is it? I forget.”

“Thursday, I think.” Eve kind of mumbled her answer and she wasn’t looking at Oksana for some reason.

“Hmm. We have class. Perhaps we should be sick.”

Eve gave her a look.

“Seriously?”

Oksana grinned.

“Yes. Be wild.”

Eve let out a long sigh.

“I guess it is cold season.”

Oksana squealed and crawled into her lap.

“Yes, fun! I am excited.”

——-

Oksana sent out an email to her Thursday students the night before the holiday to tell them she was ill and canceling class. She figured they might very well see right through that and guess that she had some very different plans, but she didn’t really care. It would probably seem within her character and, besides, a fair number of them would probably very much also enjoy having the day off as well.

The day before, she’d stopped by a chocolate shop that she hadn’t been to in ages but remembered being quite delighted by at the time. The man at the counter had raised his eyebrows at her bill and complimented her for going all out for “a very special someone”. She’d been very quick to inform one that she absolutely did not have a special someone and she was most definitely single. He’d faltered for a moment and then backtracked and said that he understood, chocolate certainly made it easier to spend the day alone. She’d been just as quick to inform he that was absolutely not spending the day alone.

He shut up after that.

She’d left the shop feeling more than slightly irritated. She snapped at a little boy that got in her way, ate several truffles during the cab ride home, and only stopped herself because she wanted to make sure plenty were left for the next day.

Around seven the next morning, the earliest she figured was reasonable, she deposited herself on Eve’s doorstep. Judging by Eve’s sleepy expression and the rumpled sleep shirt she answered the door in, she was not nearly as big of a fan of the early hour as Oksana was.

“Hello, Eve! Happy sex day!”

Oksana had woken up early enough and with enough motivation to put a lot more thought into her dress than the barely awake, not yet really dressed, Eve clearly had. She’d picked out one her favorite extremely gay outfits, khaki pants, a button down shirt, and a tie. She also had a sweater tied across her shoulders, but it kind of annoyed her and she intended to dump it as soon as Eve let her inside.

Eve rubbed one of her eyes with the back of her hand and leaned on the door.

“Why does sex day have to start this early?”

Oksana pushed past her into the apartment. “Because we have lots to do.”

She headed straight for the living room and plopped down on Eve’s couch. Eve wandered behind and settled down beside her.

“I got things,” Oksana told her, dropping the rather large shopping bag she’d been carrying on Eve’s lap.

Eve pulled it open and began rifling through it, pulling out the multiple chocolate boxes first and rolling her eyes.

“You’re ridiculous,” she told her.

“I told you I’d get chocolate. They are very good chocolates. I may have already eaten some.”

Eve snorted and set them on the table. “Of course.”

She returned to the bag and her eyes widened and she pulled out the empty strap-on packaging Oksana had left in the bottom of the bag. She looked over at Oksana who gave her a mischievous grin. Eve’s eyes traveled down her body, finally landing on Oksana’s crotch and the slight, but unmistakable bulge in the front of her trousers.

Eve was definitely no longer looking sleepy.

She blinked several times but didn't seem to know quite what to say. Oksana found Eve’s expression and lack of ability to find words very satisfying. She took Eve's hand and guided it to her lap. Without any more prompting, Eve’s hand cupped at the bulge.

And then, in a fraction of an instant, she reacted.

She straddled Oksana’s lap, hands pulling her face close and their lips together. The ends of her fingers tangled in Oksana’s hair, tugging strands out of the carefully arranged bun. Her hips ground down hard on her. Oksana responded happily, rolling her hips up to meet Eve’s and slipping her hands under Eve’s shirt to dig her fingers into Eve’s waist.

She let the kiss continue for a while longer, let Eve have some control over it, just enjoyed pull of her lips and the way all the parts of Eve’s body pressed into her, begging for contact. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she slid her hands further up Eve’s shirt, tracing along her skin, brushing up over her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, naturally, and that was something Oksana greatly appreciated. She loved Eve’s breasts, her skin, her body. She hated any piece of clothing that kept them apart.

Oksana pulled the shirt over Eve’s head as quickly as she could, so as to break the kiss for least amount of time necessary. Eve’s lips were back on her’s in an instant, fiercer than before, hungry and stronger, her tongue pressing into Oksana’s mouth. Her hands traveled down to Oksana’s shoulders, gripping and pulling, tugging her closer against her body.

Oksana wrapped an arm around Eve’s waist and used it to pull her back away from her just enough that she had room to pinch one of Eve’s nipples between her fingers. They’d already been completely hard, well before Oksana got her hands on them, but Eve’s reaction still came, in the form of a gasp that was almost a moan. It made her falter in her passionate pursuit of Oksana’s mouth and gave Oksana the opportunity to take control of the exchange. She bit down on Eve’s lower lip and pulled their lips back together.

Eve let Oksana lead the rest of the kiss, seeming too distracted to do so herself. She clearly had another focus, as her hands left Oksana’s shoulders and dropped to Oksana’s belt. She had a bad time fumbling with it and eventually Oksana pushed her hands away.

“Having a hard time? Little distracted?” Oksana teased her.

“Shut up,” Eve muttered. But she let Oksana undo it for her. She went for the button and zipper herself, though, and had a fine time with those. Oksana shoved her pants off and Eve obediently lifted her hips just enough to give her the room to do so.

And then the harness and dildo were on full display and Eve was unable to look away. Oksana smirked. Eve ran a finger along one of the straps, seeming to be carefully avoiding the toy itself.

“Is this new?”

“Yes. I mean, I already have several, of course, but I saw this one and it looked very nice, I had to have it.” Oksana had lube in the bag but she needn’t have brought it. Eve was plenty wet without it, soaked through the underwear that she roughly shoved aside before her fingers wrapped around the toy, positioning it and then pushing herself onto it with a sharp thrust of her hips.

The way she moaned in that instant sent an incredible thrill through Oksana’s spine and between her legs. She bucked her own hips against Eve and as Eve cried out again, Oksana let out a small whimper of her own.

Eve seemed to know exactly what she wanted from Oksana and was more than happy to take it; Oksana was more than happy to give. Eve rode herself hard, up and down, on the toy between Oksana's legs. She steadied herself with her hands on Oksana’s shoulder, fingers bunching up the fabric of her dress shirt, surely wrinkling it. Oksana couldn’t have cared less what Eve did to her clothes. She could destroy them if she wanted to.

She settled her hands on Eve’s waist, somewhat as guidance, not that Eve needed much, but more so to enjoy the rhythmic movement of Eve’s body against her. Sometimes it was too hard to just let Eve take and she had to roll her own hips up against hers, seeking some sort of sensation. But not just that, not just a direct seeking of her own pleasure.. There was pleasure in the feeling of pressing up and against and into Eve like that, of feeling a part of her, of watching her react when Oksana did it.

Eve pulled one of Oksana’s hands from her waist and guided Oksana’s fingers to rub at her clit. Oksana grinned and nipped at Eve’s neck as she began to move her fingers, in slow circles at first, then faster and faster.

It was clearly exactly was Eve was looking for. She gasped and tightened her grip on Oksana’s shoulders. The jutting of her hips was harder and faster, but more uneven, the rhythm more uncoordinated and haphazard.

“Oksana,” Eve gasped, “I’m so...close.”

Oksana let her lips trail down Eve’s neck one more time before she looked up to see the expression on her face. She could see it in Eve’s eyes, exactly how close she really was, as if one single movement or touch could cause her to go crashing over the edge.

So Oksana stopped. She stilled her hips and held her hands tight on Eve’s waist so she couldn’t make any of her own moments.

Eve whimpered and it was an incredible sound.

“No, Oksana, why are you...don’t stop.”

Oksana grinned and as carefully as she could, arm wrapped around Eve’s waist, she shifted their position so that she had Eve on her back underneath her. She pressed into her once, long and slow. It wasn’t enough and Oksana had known it wouldn’t be, Eve had slipped back down away from her climax enough to leave Oksana more opportunity to play with her. Which was exactly what she had been going for.

Oksana leaned over Eve, planting her hands on either side of her body. Their bodies were pressed tight together and Eve may have been getting some small amount of pleasure from the pressure alone, but it was probably more teasing than anything.

“Oh, Eve…” Oksana said in a sing-song voice.

Eve let out a long sigh and gave Oksana what may have been an attempt at a withering look.

“Why are you being mean?”

“Because it’s fun. Also you like me mean.”

Eve gave her a half-hearted glare but she also blushed and didn’t even attempt to argue the point.

“Would you like me meaner, Eve?” Eve didn’t answer, just sucked in a breath. “Do you remember what else I said I’d like to do to you?”

Oksana waited, forcing Eve to actually answer.

“Yes.”

“And what was that?”

“You said you wanted to strangle me.” The glare that accompanied that answer was a bit more successful, but lust still shown foremost in Eve’s eyes.

Oksana grinned. “Yes. I did. And you asked me why I wasn’t. Because…”

She raised an eyebrow at Eve. Eve clenched her fingers together.

“Because I wanted you to be doing it,” she paused, “I want you to do it.”

“Well, that’s convenient. Because I plan to wrap my fingers around your throat.”

Eve looked like she’d stopped breathing.

“Oh.”

The word almost sounded like a cry.

Oksana’s smile quirked on her face. “Is that a good sound, Eve?”

It had seemed like a good sound, but Oksana wanted to be certain.

“I...yes...good. I want you to...please....Do that.”

Oksana grinned, full and real. Eve’s almost complete lack of ability to form words was beyond incredible.

It was unbelievably hot.

Oksana leaned forward so she could kiss Eve and doing so pressed the toy deep into her so the kiss didn't really land well, just grazed Eve's bottom lip as she moaned and tried to grab for Oksana’s hair.

Oksana took her wrist and pinned it to her side.

“Don’t do that.” She let the teasing begin to slip from her voice, let the warmth be replaced by something much firmer, much more demanding. And Eve reacted well. Her eyes went wide, she sucked in a breath, and nodded, immediately.

So obedient. So perfect.

Oksana ran a thumb down the front of Eve’s throat and felt Eve gulp under the touch. She paused, resting her thumb in the indentation at the bottom of Eve’s throat, just above her collarbone She watching Eve's eyes, how she stared at Oksana, transfixed. Waiting.

And then Oksana smiled, every so slightly. Just the smallest warning, a fraction of second before her long fingers wrapped around Eve’s throat and squeezed.

Eve’s entire body tensed at first and then she relaxed completely, sinking into Oksana grip. She never broke eye contact and the look in Eve’s eyes was incredible. It was lust and it was fear but it was also...completely open. And that may have been the most intoxicating thing of all.

Oksana slammed her hips into Eve and watched her eyes roll back into her head, her lips part. Wordless, breathless. She did it a second time and those two thrusts and the hand on her throat was all it took to bring Eve right back to where she’d been a few minutes before.

And then Oksana got to see Eve come.

It was so different than any other time. Both in the way that Eve’s usual signs of pleasure were restricted - her breathing, her moans, the words she would cry out - but also in how Oksana felt. The incredible power that accompanied it, of course, that was something she was used to. But also a connection and a passion that was unlike anything else she could really compare it to. And something that almost seemed...protective. The desire to hurt Eve, absolutely, unquestionably, but also the absolute feeling that she had to be careful. She had to be perfect. She had to do right by Eve. And she would.

Oksana released Eve’s throat so she could breathe through the end of her orgasm. She sat back and draped Eve’s leg over her lap while she traced patterns lightly over her stomach. Watching Eve’s face was lovely.

Eve seemed to come out of her daze and focused in on Oksana's contended watchfulness.

“You handled that very well,” Oksana told her.

“Mmm, well I liked that very much. And I think I should be complimenting you for that. Or thanking you. Or both.”

Oksana laughed. “We can compliment and thank each other.”

“Sounds good.

Oksana shifted and crawled up towards Eve so she could kiss her. Eve wrapped her arms around Oksana’s neck, pulling her in. After a minute, Eve sighed and released Oksana just enough to pull back a little bit.

“This couch is really uncomfortable.”

Oksana laughed. “Yes, it really is.”

“Bedroom?”

“Definitely.” Oksana got to her feet, pulling Eve with her by the hand. “Bring the chocolate.”

[officialthiamlibrary]

Hello! Hello! So excited to share another fantastic creator this time on BTS. Thanks to everyone who’s given this series love and interest. It’s because of you that we keep highlighting the lovely talent in this fandom and today, is no exception. The writer of Compared to the Moon, Six/Seven, and more, parttimehuman, somehow stumbled into our ship and we’re damn happy she’s decided to stay haha. Read on to learn more about her.

Mercy! Ayyy, thanks for letting me besiege you with questions lol. Since the Thiam fandom is quite familiar with one another by now, any facts about you or your life that we’d be surprised to know?

I have a bachelor degree in financial mathematics. (Although I’m not sure how surprising that is.)

That’s wild, mostly because I can’t imagine beasting through an entire degree of math alone. Completely random, but I doubt I’ll have a chance to ask this again. In Shows/Movies, when the characters are in Math class and answering questions on the board, have you ever looked at their solution and thought, “wrong.” I always wondered if those were accurate.

Bold of you to assume that I still know high school math just because I’ve studied the more advanced stuff. Still, it has happened, yeah.

Ahh, touche, touche. Why don’t we actually talk about Teen Wolf and Thiam now lol. How did you find your way to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in?

It was a long and not very easy way, to be honest. I think I didn’t get beyond the pilot episode of Teen Wolf until the third try. I had over a month of free time after I graduated from uni, so naturally, I was bored. I finally watched all seasons. Thiam as a ship? Yeah, I’m not going to pretend like it was anything other than Cody Christian’s sexy ass that made that happen. And Theo’s heart-eyes for Liam in 6b of course. I wrote two fics, didn’t mean to stick around for long, and then I was invited to a certain Discord…

What do you think changed between your first time watching and your third?

You want me to be really honest? I had more time, was a little more bored out, had less other options. That’s about it.

Alol nothing but the truth here. Well, now that you’ve fully accepted the TW lifestyle, how would you put your own touches on a Season 7 spin off. What would be your very first scene and very last scene of the pilot episode? As an artist, how would you put your personal touch on those two scenes?

The first scene would be a steamy face-punching/make-out session between Liam and Theo. With proper lighting. Brett would be alive. Liam would look exactly like Dylan Sprayberry does. The last scene would be Theo falling asleep in an actual bed. With Liam’s arms wrapped around him. And forehead kisses. There would be a fist bump somewhere in that episode. And probably a lacrosse game. It would basically be an AU where it never gets dark because we all deserve to see properly after 6 seasons of TW.

“Proper Lighting,” *Slow Clap.* Honestly, we are owed that at this point. As a creator, do you only write Thiam? Any other fandoms or Pairings? Novels or Stories with Original Characters?

No. Actually, I believe these days I write slightly more for other pairings from Teen Wolf. I also have a longfic for another fandom in the works (The Raven Cycle). I will probably write a novel one day, I have quite a collection with abandoned attempts, actually. Apart from that, just like I do in the Thiam pack, I like to write my friends from real life little stories. I guess none of my characters are truly original, strictly speaking, because they’re always either borrowed from a fandom or I insert people I personally know in my stories.

Yessss! Just started the Raven Thieves and it’s my everything. Of all your stories, what’s been your favorite(s) to write or reread thus far?

Compared to the Moon. If I were to make a list here, the 26 chapters of Compared would be the first 26 points on it. After that I’d put My Sister’s Keeper, although it had me crying like a baby. As for smut, I’d say The Hot Cop Showdown, which is about Theo and Liam both turning up at a bachelor party in a police uniform, only that one of them’s an actual police officer, and one’s a stripper. The fun in that was that I wrote it live for a bunch of people who were guessing who was who, and I made my decision completely spontaneously.

Yass let’s definitely talk Compared to the Moon quickly because the worldbuilding is quite intriguing. First, for anyone unfamiliar could you offer a quick summary? How did you come up with what colors corresponds with an emotion? On an average day, what would your color undertone be?

Compared to the Moon is a High School AU where everyone is human, with the little bonus that people show their emotions as colors beneath their skin. While Liam, captain of the lacrosse team, bears a quite prominent red mark in his neck and back and is generally unable to control his colors, Theo, who’s new in school and the lacrosse team, doesn’t have any. They get off on the wrong foot, become roommates, fall in love. There’s a whole lot of drama. And a happy ending, but they do have to work a lot for it.

The idea to that fic came from a drunken conversation with my best friend who doesn’t give a single shit about Teen Wolf or my fics, but the thought had stuck with me. I did a bit of research on the meaning of different colors, but as I continued writing it, I more and more decided to not pay too much attention to that. One of the messages I wanted to convey was to not judge a book by its cover, which, of course, happens a lot in a world where people carry their emotions right under their skin. But the point is that you still never know. What exactly does Liam’s red stand for? Anger? Aggression? Pain? Blood? Or maybe passion? Leadership? Courage? Love?

And what does it mean that Theo doesn’t show them? Is he any less of a human being because of that? Does he not feel?

By the time I got towards the ending of the story, I’d realized that I didn’t want to answer any of these questions. And even if I had wanted to, I couldn’t have.

As for me, I feel like I’d be a little more blue and a little more yellow than I’d be other colors, for reasons I cannot explain.

That’s honestly lovely, especially since each color has a myriad of hues and therefore meanings. Including Compared to the Moon, would you say there’s one trope weaving your stories together?

Probably some form of bed sharing/sleeping together/cuddling. One of them watching the other. Someone who’s usually kept awake by nightmares finally getting some rest. Lazy mornings in bed together. Hand holding. Eskimo kisses. Innocent touches. Just a whole lot of vulnerability and trust and softness.

And I remember reading way back when (like Truth or Chimera haha) days that you write all of your stories by hand. Can you go into your writing process a little? Do you still keep everything you’ve written?

I don’t do that anymore. I write my notes per hand, also sometimes a few lines or ideas, but that’s about it. I’ve published around 600k words in the last year, so at some point I gave it up with the handwriting. I still have all my notes, though, among them the letter Theo wrote to Liam in Compared to the Moon. I’m a notebook hoarder, and I find that there’s a certain aesthetic to handwritten things, but now I mostly just sit in bed with my laptop and a kitty when I write.

Whatttt, live writing!?! How does it feel to write openly like that? Do you think it’s changed the way you create?

I mostly write my smut live. It’s amazing because the people who are following it can throw in their own ideas and make wishes. Many times that’s resulted in me taking a story into directions I wouldn’t have thought of myself. It’s a challenge, because you have to let go of the idea of changing something you’ve already written. Ultimately, I do it because the pressure of people literally waiting for the next sentence gets me to actually sit my ass down and type words.

I think it’s made me more spontaneous and more open to the idea of going into unknown directions. Most of the time, I have no idea what I want to write when I start writing it. But I’ve definitely learned not to stress myself about that. Some of the best things happen while live writing. By the way, almost all of Six and Seven has been written live.

Ok, it’s got to be asked lol. Six and Seven. How?! How do you write such steamy scenes and still retain the essence of the characters. Any writing wisdom to impart for writers who want to improve their smut skills?

This is a tough question, because if I’m being honest, I think the least about what I’m doing when I’m writing smut. I just go with it. I think a few good things to keep in mind are these: Call a dick a dick. Please and thank you. Consent is sexy, safe sex is sexy. There is no such thing as too much lube. Bananas and sex should never be combined. Communication is key. Literally. Dirty talk is the absolute best thing a smut writer can do, if you ask me. Them talking about their likes and preferences? Hot! One of them making the other ask for what they need? Hot! A nickname, a “Sir”, a praise, some begging? Hot, hot, hot, hot.

Other than that, one thing I really want to say here: Forget about who tops and bottoms. That is literally the least important decision to make. It doesn’t even cross my mind when I start writing a story. It also doesn’t have anything to do with who’s the taller or stronger one, or who’s the dominant one, or more experienced. That’s all bullshit.

Apart from that, your kinks are valid. Write the fucking hell out of them, seriously.

Everything. Everything about this is the best. I’m so tempted to say, “Introducing Behind the Screen with parttimehuman!” without the wrap of questions because of how helpful your advice is lol. I suppose, one final random question before we close up: If you were in a Breakfast Club detention situation with five characters from Teen Wolf, who would give you the wildest, most satisfying day. Who would be your teacher? And what’s one thing the six of you would end up doing?

I feel like Liam and Theo would be there, probably because they started punching each other in the middle of class. Stiles seems like the most likely one to have annoyed a teacher into giving him detention. Malia is there for skipping maths too many times. And Isaac. Nobody knows how exactly he ended up there, but everyone’s pretty appreciative of his sarcastic comments. We’d pass the time discussing conspiracy theories about what the hell is wrong with Beacon Hills. Coach Bobby Finstock would let us go early, because remember, Stiles is canonically like a son to him. And Daddy Finstock just can’t say no to his chaotic favorite boy.

Hahaha, Daddy Finstock. Finally, what’s next for you? In life or fandom or both?

In life? If only I knew. I might leave my home town (again) and go to uni (again), but I generally enjoy having no plan.

In fandom? A fucking lot. The Big Bang is getting closer and I am thrilled. I’m working on a whole list of other things, as always. Then there’s a special project that is for now a secret, a couple of awesome people will celebrate their birthdays soon, and Christmas presents are in the works. The Snow White AU will finally break some hearts soon. In case anybody reading this is still waiting for something, I swear that if I made you a promise, then I have it on a sticky note somewhere. Don’t give up on me! Prompts are always welcome (just don’t make me write angst).

And anything else you’d like to share?

If there’s anything I’d like to share, then it’s encouragement. From one introverted fandom lunatic to all the others out there. Never feel weird for loving something. Never feel ashamed of being passionate about what you love. Never let anybody stop you from obsessing over a character, or a ship, or a show, or whatever thing. Write that fic you think nobody will want to read. Draw the thing that’s been in your head forever. Share your love. There are more people out there waiting for exactly that thing to exist than you think. Write that comment, share your obsessions, never feel afraid to reach out. As for the Thiam fandom, some of the kindest people you will ever meet are in there.

My inbox is always open. For anybody.

On a proper cyclical endnote, Behind the Screens presents Mercy to you! You know what I’m going to say: the conversation doesn’t stop here. Meet her at these places:

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AO3: parttimehuman 

Thank you for letting us get to know more about you! And thank you all for reading and requesting her. As always, if you have a Thiam Creator that you fan over, send us their names. Likewise, if you as the creator, would like to be a part of the Behind the Screens series, give us a shout too! We’d love to get to know you, as well.

@flyde

[blackwatchbastard]

Heartstrings

Rating: E Chapter(s): 1/1 Relationship(s): Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison Warnings: Sexual Content (PWP), Mild Body Horror Words: 1,514 Additional Tags: Feelings, Fluff, Kissing, Frotting, Soft Old Men Summary: 'Where's your heart?' It's such a ridiculously literal question. And Jack already knows the answer anyway. A/N: Another oldie I’m vaguely smitten with to put some writing out there while I finish some other stuff (to make myself feel better). I rly like writing them as getting noticeably softer post-fall out of spite towards everyone who writes them harsher. Let the old jerks be sappy!! (ao3)

“Where’s your heart?”

Jack’s hand pushed up under his ribcage, groping blindly. Black fluid oozed over his sleeve, nanites going all goopy before fighting to slide back into place. Meeting resistance, they bunched around the gap Jack’s arm was through.

“Gone.” Gabriel said, voice hoarse.

Jack shook his head. Pushed up to his elbow into his chest cavity, face close to his. Danced his fingers over the inside of his ribs.

“If I don’t have it anymore then it has to be in here.”

Gabriel hiccuped. Felt like, if he needed to breathe, it’d be worse. Jack’s fingers trailed over the inside of his collarbone. Went too far, moved back down into his chest.

He wanted to reach in, show him where to go. But he wasn’t even sure where that was.

“Lower.” Jack shifted. Then, “I missed your hands.”

Jack’s hand found something in the cloud of nanites, fingers plucking at the fibers holding it. Blood and tar and unused muscle. Gabriel could remember his heart thudding in his chest during battle; remember it fluttering when Jack reached for his face; remember it aching when he rolled over to an empty bed on away missions.

Now, it didn’t do much of anything. Barely reacted when Jack wrapped his hand around it and kneaded. Literally pulled at his heartstrings.

“Knew I’d find it.” he whispered, leaning closer to push his face against Gabriel’s cheek.

Rough stubble and warm breath are things Gabriel knew used to make his heart pump; it didn’t do a damn thing. Just laid in Jack’s hand like any other useless hunk of flesh.

“Happy? Can we fuck now?”

“Well,” Jack drawled, mouthing at his jaw, “is my hand inside you not good enough for you now, old man?”

Gabriel laughed. Squirmed as Jack slowly ran his fingers over the shape of his heart before sliding his arm out of his torso. He watched Jack’s eyes linger over the rapidly healing hole, gooey nanites on his arm smoking off and back into place. Eventually, you couldn’t even tell; the skin was just that same, marred surface as before. Slightly sickly looking skin over firm muscle. Jack leaned down and pressed his lips to it.

“Age has given you some interesting kinks.” Gabriel remarked, watching Jack’s head as it moved up over his chest trailing kisses.

He moved his head to the side and Jack pressed his face against his throat, scratching stubble against his lack of a heartbeat. He watched him work to squirm himself out of his coat, apparently feeling overdressed now, and moved to help him out of his shirt when he sat up. Grabbed him by the ass and pulled him closer to undo his belt.

“I’m into this whole ‘laid bare’ thing but I didn’t expect it to be this vulnerable.” Jack teased.

He hopped up for a moment to yank the rest of his clothing off. Gabriel felt something twinge in his chest; not his heart, that didn’t move, but something. It must have shown on his face because when Jack looked up at him, pants hanging off his raised foot, he jumped slightly. Fumbled with his tangle of jeans and boxers irritably before stumbling back over to him, hands outstretched to his face.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I trust you. I do.”

Jack cradled his face in his hands, thumbs rubbing over his cheeks. Expression going all soft in the low light–-showing his age in more ways than one.

“I know.” he said, “I know, Gabe. What’s wrong?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Once, there would have been hesitation. Some kind of consideration before he spoke. Now there was none. Gabriel knew he was probably never getting His Jack back but he had no past version of himself to offer back anyway, it was only fair. Time changes you, all you can do is adapt. His new Jack was just as loving anyway.

Gabriel reached for him and Jack went, fell into his arms without a second thought. They fumbled in a knot of aching joints and scarred skin. It wasn’t like when they were young–-never would be again. But it was well worth adapting to.

The first time they did this, after the cloud of confusion and distrust had cleared, Jack had begged him to be cruel. Tell him how vile he was, how lucky he was that Gabriel would even touch him again. Refused to let himself find any release until Gabriel was satisfied. Had to let him pin him to the mattress and guide him there, telling Jack he should be grateful that he still loved him.

Past Jack was the Golden Boy who lived for being told he was good. ‘Good Boy, you’re so beautiful, you’re my favorite, I love you so.’ Present Jack would have none of that now. Told Gabriel, eyes a little more wet than usual, that he didn’t deserve it when he whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Asked him quietly to stop, so he did. They worked past it, eventually.

“That’s it. That’s my Jack.”

Jack panted against his shoulder, hands working between them as he pressed his hips against Gabriel’s. Smiled weakly and leaned down to kiss his neck again.

Sex was different too. They were both old men, both broken and warped in different ways. Gabriel hadn’t even been sure he could still do anything at all until Jack turned him into a blissful mess; the idea of even attempting hadn’t occurred to him until that point. Jack, meanwhile, simply tired easy–-and ached often. It became far less about release and passion and more about closeness and comfortable warmth. They were still relearning each others bodies after years apart.

The same hand that had been shoved up in his chest, holding his heart, was currently wrapped around their dicks as Jack slid his hand up and down them, rolling his hips into the motion. Gabriel looked down at it and regarded the situation with some humor. Laughed and felt his breathing hiccup again. Realized the noise was close to a sob, though he wasn’t sad.

Jack’s free hand reached out and grabbed his face. Pulled him up off the mattress a little only to push him back down with a kiss, biting his lips and stealing his breath. Nanites floated up out of Jack’s half-open mouth when they parted. He puffed at them, trying to make smoke rings, and Gabriel laughed.

Jack tired out before they finished so Gabriel pushed him over onto his back, climbed onto his lap and took them both a little further until Jack reached for his face again and he leaned down. Kissed roughly as Jack’s hand found his erection again.

“’M not even close.” he mumbled against Gabriel’s mouth, voice rough. “Don’t worry about it.”

Jack might not have been but Gabriel was. Perhaps there was something to letting Jack feel around inside him before this. Laid bare. Vulnerability was pretty hot.

He finished with Jack’s help, back popping as he arched his spine. Something about the whole nanite thing apparently eliminated the mess aspect from things; just lube to remove the dry aspect from friction between their skin was left on Jack’s hand as he rubbed it over the sheets before grabbing Gabriel’s face and pulling him into another kiss.

“Something to foreplay after all, huh?” he teased when they parted, breathless. “You haven’t finished that easy since we got back together. You want me to stick my hand in your chest more often?”

Gabriel laughed and shook his head, ducked to nuzzle against Jack’s pulse. He could feel that, at least, even if he didn’t feel his own anymore.

“Shame I can’t return the favor to my favorite kinky old man.” he drawled. Jack’s chest rumbled against his with laughter.

“Hey, there’s other places you can stick your fingers in me if you’re that interested.” Then, softer, “Plus, you’ve already got my heart wrapped around them. No need to go groping for it in there.”

Gabriel laughed against his skin. Hiccuped in that odd fashion again and pressed down more comfortably against his body. Made himself cozy.

“Could have told you the same thing.”

Jack laughed again, fingers moving over Gabriel’s back lightly. “I figured. But… thank you. It was beautiful.”

Past Jack called him beautiful all the time. 'My Angel’ and 'Sunshine’ and 'Sweetheart’. But this was different because now Gabriel felt he should be frightening. Reaper was this boogeyman that moved in a cloud of smoke, dripped tar, and bared fangs. Held so lightly to morality that Jack had literally shoved his whole arm into his chest with no effect. Held his unmoving heart in his hand. And yet he could still use that word. Still look upon Gabriel and see something good. Something beautiful.

He smiled against Jack’s skin, yanking him sideways on the bed to tangle their limbs and tuck himself under his chin. Jack went, mailable, and pressed his nose against the top of his head. Sighed contently.

“Sentimental old fool.”

Jack just laughed. “Takes one to know one.”

[modeoheim]

a small detour

strifesodos week 2017 day 3 - cross-dressing Cloud and Genesis discover some lingerie in their friends’ closet, and like the little shits they are decide to mess with it.

They visited Sephiroth and Angeal’s apartment in the first place because Angeal kept gifts from the Keepers in his hall closet and Genesis needed a new juicer. They stayed because both Genesis and Cloud were horribly nosy and gaining unrestricted access to this apartment did not happen all that often. 

Cloud peeked in the fridge and had a nibble of Angeal’s leftovers.  Genesis tsked at the overflowing laundry bin and made a note to rag on his two best friends about it later.  They checked to see which movie was paused in the disc player and whether Angeal’s beloved camera sat on its charger properly.   

And then, in the bedroom closet, Genesis found a lacy, see-through lingerie set, complete with delicate panties. “Cloud!” he yelled, and Cloud hurried into the room.  Genesis held the dainty clothes up, his eyes full of alarm. 

“I cannot believe,” he said, “those two have been dating for four years and never told me that they’re into this.” 

Cloud could have laughed at the genuine outrage Genesis seemed to be feeling. Did he really think he deserved to know every detail of his friends’ sex lives? Instead of grinning, though, Cloud eyed the way Genesis leant the clothing against himself, probably trying to imagine Angeal or Sephiroth in it.  He said, “You should try it on.”

Genesis raised an eyebrow at him.  Cloud kept his expression neutral, and after a moment Genesis frowned in thought.

The top was in the… babydoll style, Cloud was pretty sure.  Thin straps.  Kind of looked like a camisole, except the top was loose, flowy, and partially see-through.  It was a wine color too—they couldn’t even guess who it belonged to that way either. Angeal loved blue and Sephiroth grey.

Sephiroth had broader shoulders and Angeal was wide and muscled all around.  Just looking at it… it was too hard to tell whose it was.  

Genesis was smaller than both of them but still a tall, muscled man; it would fit him okay, and for a variety of complicated reasons Cloud did not like to wear clothes that society deemed ‘feminine.’

Laying the fabric against his chest again Genesis breathed, “We are awful.”

He pulled his sweater up and over his head, tossing it onto the bed nearby.  It was big and plush and Cloud had never gone near it before. Cloud ran his hands up Genesis’ abs and over his pectorals, failing to hide his smile now.  “I wonder if they have a bunch of these.”

“We’ll have to check.” Genesis put it on, first one arm, then the other, and lastly his head. When it was on he looked a bit silly with it and his black designer jeans, but it was still a pretty sight. Cloud rubbed his thumb against one of Genesis’ nipples, visible through the screen of fabric.  Now he could see that there was the occasionally tiny embroidered flower on the top in the same pinot noir color.  “It’s pretty on you,” Cloud said. “What about the bottoms?”

The look Genesis sent him.  He flipped the panties around so the thong side faced Cloud. “I’m not touching something that’s been between their asscheeks.”

Cloud bit back a giggle. “Let me see it.” He inspected the panties for a long moment. “There’s no shit stains or anything.”

“Cloud Strife!” Genesis thwapped him.  

“C’monnn.”

“Fine. We’re taking this to our graves.”  Genesis dropped his pants and briefs and then slid them up his legs.  He didn’t even stop to sexily skim them up or pose—Cloud thought Genesis was feeling rather shy.  He was even rambling: “No, I know better. You’re going to tell Zack about this the moment we get out of here.”

True.  Cloud even had the text planned in his head.  “You’re really worked up, aren’t you,” he said, a grin slowly growing.  “About finding their clothes and putting them on.”

Cloud could feel it too. He had a crush a mile wide on Sephiroth, always had, and Angeal was like, the perfect man.  It had to be different for Genesis though… getting up to no good in his best friends’ bedroom, rooting through their stuff…

Cloud walked forward until he was flush with Genesis, his silk-covered cock pressed against Cloud’s lower belly.  Red was Genesis’ color—everyone knew that.  “You’re hot,” Cloud said, and meant it.  The thin straps exposed Genesis’ freckled shoulders.  The blond reached up to touch them and then coasted his hands down the older man’s arms, squeezing gently at his forearms before taking his hands.

“Here’s what we do,” Genesis said slowly. “I fuck you in their bed and we run home and bask in what horrible people we are.  Possibly over drinks.”

“Done.”

With that Genesis walked backwards until he hit the bed, then moved backwards up it.  Cloud crawled up on his hands and knees, stopping to laugh when Genesis rolled onto his stomach, presenting his ass and looking coyly over his shoulder.

“Angeal,” he said in a deep voice, his impression of Sephiroth, “I feel so pretty.  Want to fuck this pretty ass?”

“Sephiroth doesn’t talk like that,” Cloud gasped.

“No, he doesn’t. I’ve heard them through the walls before.”  Genesis moved onto his side, hiking up a leg and exposing everything. “Seph,” he crooned, stroking his imaginary Angeal-scruff, “I’m cold in these little clothes.  Warm me up.”

“Did you know my hair acts as a blanket?” Cloud said, using his hands to roll Genesis onto his back. He straddled his hips and pretended to rake his hands through several feet of imaginary hair. “Ask your Daddy to cover you in it.”

“Cover me in it, Daddy,” Genesis said, moving his hand in a jerking off motion.

They both guffawed.

When they settled Cloud was sitting right above Genesis’ dick.  It was half-hard; his boyfriend was definitely enjoying being on this bed. (It was a nice bed, too.) Cloud rolled his hips a bit, just to give Genesis a little something before he climbed off to shuck off his pants.  He was back quick though, and Genesis stuck a pillow with a long silver hair on it under his head before settling his hands onto Cloud’s hips.  

“Take your underwear off,” Genesis ordered. “I want to feel you through the fabric.”

An easy request to follow.  Cloud peeled off his boxers, sitting naked from the waist down right above his boyfriend’s cock now.  “Ooh,” Cloud huffed as the silk first touched his genitals; it was kind of cold.  It warmed up quickly though.

Genesis’ hands played around his waist, tapping his hipbones and occasionally skittering up under Cloud’s t-shirt just enough to feel the bottom edge of Cloud’s binder. It was a nice kind of tickle, and he liked to do it when they had sex.  

Gyrating his hips slowly, Cloud worked some life into Genesis’ cock.  It didn’t take much work at all for Gen to be fully erect and pointing towards his belly button.  The head of his cock poked out the top of the panties… oh, it was cute.

The fabric slid nicely too—Cloud moved all the way up and it moved with him.  He sucked on two of his fingers, Genesis’ enraptured gaze hot on his mouth as he did so, and then moved them down to rub his clit, tentatively at first, and then a little firmer.  He hummed and arched his back as he slid down again, towards Genesis’ balls, the fabric revealing more inches of Genesis’ erection.

Teasing Genesis was one of Cloud’s favorite things, but they didn’t really have the time for that right now.

“C’mere,” Genesis muttered, and grabbed at Cloud’s knees.  

Cloud just hung on, pressing a smile into his shoulder as Genesis manhandled him until he was straddling his face.  Genesis’ hot breath puffed against him and Cloud shuddered, then again as his tongue delved between Cloud’s lower lips and flicked towards his clit.  

As Genesis’ strong hands dug into the flesh of Cloud’s thighs and he pushed Cloud onto his face more, sucking wetly and messily at Cloud’s most sensitive spots, Cloud thought absently that Genesis might look good with toenail polish. Maybe a good neutral cool brown or something. Not red—he’d never admit it, but he occasionally got sick of red.  

“Fuck, Gen,” he muttered as Genesis spat on his fingers and worked a wet digit inside him.  He fingered Cloud until he deemed his boyfriend wet enough, then gently spanked his asscheeks.  Cloud scrambled away, turning around and sitting on Genesis’ thighs again. He peeled back the panties, hooking them underneath Genesis’s balls.  

“I’m beautiful,” Genesis joked, sending him a lazy smile. His lips were all swollen.  

“Sure are.” Cloud worked spit up and down the length, went up on his knees and positioned Genesis right at his entrance. Then, on second thought, he slooowly dragged the sensitive head of Genesis’ cock through his damp folds now, making Genesis clench his jaw and squeeze his eyes shut.  Heh, Cloud thought, and finally sank down onto him.  

The lace of the panties felt kind of…nice, in an itchy sort of way, against Cloud’s skin once he’d taken all of Genesis’ length inside him that he could.  Genesis let him adjust, moving his hips in small motions and rubbing his clitoris with his fingers, clenching around Genesis and letting his natural lubricant ease things a bit.

Beneath the screen of the fabric Genesis’ abs flexed as he hesitantly fucked into Cloud, his hands like iron on Cloud’s thighs.  Cloud pushed up the flimsy top so he could get his hands on that soft skin.  The top was askew now, exposing one of Genesis’ nipples.  The messy look was a good one on him.  

They didn’t bother with long, deep thrusts like they would if they had lube and more time.  They grinded together, Cloud rubbing himself insistently, both working towards orgasm as quickly as possible.  Sheesh, they were going to come on Angeal and Sephiroth’s bed.  

Genesis seemed to have the same idea.  “I’m going to come in you,” he purred, “and make a mess of their bedspread.  They’ll smell you on it.”

“That’s gross,” Cloud panted, but in reality it was kinda hot.  They’d be mad, but the thought of them finding out Genesis and Cloud had fucked on their bed was undeniably thrilling.  

In their clothes, even.

Cloud’s favorite thing about Genesis’ cock was not the length but the girth of it—he loved the stretch in his vagina or his asshole, and it was just too bad Genesis didn’t have two so he could get it at the same time.  He moved back and forth in quick, jerky motions, focused on getting it to move around inside him instead of in and out—ah, that was the good stuff.

When Cloud came his fingers fell away and he shuddered hard, curling his back and sucking in breaths through his teeth.  Genesis helped him, knowing Cloud liked to be fucked through orgasms—he raised and lowered Cloud all by himself, letting the spasming inner muscles squeeze his cock in the best ways.  

After it passed Cloud went back to it, shaking sweaty bangs out of his forehead and gulping in deep breaths as he rode Genesis.  He tugged gently at the top and raked his nails over it, letting them tickle Gen through the lace design.  Gen grinned at him, his eyes closing as his head dug back into Sephiroth’s pillow.

It was hot and sticky. Cloud let Genesis’ cock slip out of him as it softened and then worked his hips some more, smearing their sticky mess all along its length.  The elastic of the panties came loose and got caught up in the cum and slick too.  If they weren’t dirty before they definitely were now.  

Genesis spread out his arms, going boneless in the bed for a moment.   Slowly, his eyes opened and he peered at the ceiling. “…So this is what they see when they’re getting fucked,” he said dryly.

Cloud laughed, climbing off and standing on trembling legs.  Genesis posed for him, acting all confident now that they’d done what they’d done, and Cloud whistled.  He took off the top as if Cloud had a 5 Gil bill in his hand, and when he was naked again, came in for a kiss.  

Genesis hummed against Cloud’s mouth, and when he drew back, he was smiling, his blue-green eyes hazy with affection.  

“What do we do with them?”

Cloud eyed the crumpled mess of Angeal and Sephiroth’s lingerie set.  He picked them up and stuffed them way deep in the bottom of their laundry basket, grinning when Genesis snorted at him.  As he climbed back into his underwear he said, “Now we gotta run.”

They fixed the bed to make it look normal again and left the apartment, holding hands and smiling too close to each other’s faces and chasing those smiles with kisses pressed to lips or cheeks.  

“I need a drink,” Genesis sighed as soon as they got into the elevator, sagging against the wall like he’d just finished a long run.  

“If they find out do you think they’ll get revenge?”

Genesis considered that. “If it’s in the same vein as the original offense I might not mind it so much.”

Later that night they got a text from Angeal, not mentioning the lingerie thing if he’d noticed it.  You forgot the juicer. It’s sitting on my kitchen table.

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