#you know how long this has taken me to do bc like fuck firefox atp christ alive

[barkovsasha]

okay im greedy i also need snipps from on your knees and dont make a sound

so happy to tell you that you DID pick a brpf this time <3 and i had to write some of it to show you something i haven't shown you before

on your knees - john gibson x connor mcdavid

“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, sweetheart? You’d do anything for me.”

McDavid’s eyelashes are long and black against his cheeks when his eyes close and John wonders if they always look like that or if it’s the lighting, the angle. An angle most people will never see him in, meaning John is one of the luckiest men alive to get to indulge in this. 

Having Connor McDavid on his knees in front of him is already an experience and John is not going to pass it up. It’s an easy transition to drag his middle finger along the soft bow of McDavid’s mouth, watching as his lips part. McDavid welcomes the intrusion happily, John’s finger easing into his mouth and pressing against his tongue. He imagines it being his cock, pink pillowy lips framing it just right.  It’s easy to add his ring finger into his mouth, easing them in deep and slow. John reaches down with his other hand, grasping at McDavid’s jaw to make him gasp, mouth opening and tongue lolling out, impossibly slack. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Let me fuck your mouth like this.”

The wet squelch as he fucks his fingers into McDavid’s mouth almost drowns out the cut off whimpers that spill past his lips and John grins. He slides his hand around to grasp at the back of his neck, fingers tangling in with his hair as he guides his head back further. McDavid’s tongue curls around his fingers and John fucks his fingers in deeper, relishing in the way he gags around them. If McDavid looks half as good as this with John’s cock in his mouth, he isn’t certain he’ll last very long. 

don't make a sound - sonny gray x willson contreras

His eyes flutter closed and it takes mere seconds for Willson to descend on him. His teeth are on his neck, biting and tugging, tongue sliding wetly across his skin to soothe the bruises that will follow. Sonny has always bruised easily, always will with the way Willson goes at him. His hole clenches around his cock, trying to drag him in even deeper, but with his thumb there, stretching him open, it’s hard. But fuck, it feels good.

Sonny’s cock spurts out pre cum against his abdomen and he shudders, tightening his grip against the headboard. He wants to be good for him, he doesn’t want Willson to punish him, not on the stream. It wouldn’t be the first time but during Miles’ first stream back, right across the hall, the last thing Sonny wants to do is draw more attention to them.

“Come back to me,” Willson mutters against his jaw.

He’s leaned up over him now, practically covering his body with his own and Sonny gasps, an ugly little sound that ripples through him. He blinks up at his boyfriend, lips parting at the sight. He looks angelic like this, the light framing his face just right, sweat dripping down his chest and undoubtedly his back. Sonny wants to touch him everywhere, let his tongue trace every drop.

Willson’s free hand dips down to swipe his fingers through the pre cum on his skin, lifting his hand up to Sonny’s mouth. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t close his mouth to stop Willson. As it is, Willson eases his fingers right into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue as soon as he can to smear the taste of him across it. His eyes roll back, lips tightening enough to suck at his fingers, beg for them deeper as he wriggles his hips against his cock.