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Lace my fingers across your throat
Filip's birthday was this past Friday, which I only now realize was Friday the 13th, which should mean that I'm giving him something terrible, black, and nasty, but I guess that will have to wait till after I'm done my commissions trades and gifts.
For now, Kat and I collaborated on a playlist of sex for him and Bay. Lucky bastard gets better gifts than a lot of my real friends do.
I also wrote some brief and very explicit porn, that's after the cut <3 Little by little my characters will have a leg to stand on so that people can actually know who they are - and it won't just be me throwing out random pictures of them and then giggling to myself in my room.
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Photo source (NSFW) | Fonts used: Bebas Neue and Tall Films
Honeyed Scent, Salted Hips
When his cock hits the back of my throat I breathe, because I’ll have to hold the air in if I want to do him properly. I spread my fingers out over his salted hips and feel them shudder, and my hesitation turns into a tease as i ease him in, constrict, hold, lick, swallow. I wait for my reward, and he’s stubborn, but not difficult, and I can picture his lips parting as he whimpers, feel his thighs pulse and his cock throb as he tries to buck. With a hum I retract, and give his slippery red head a teasing scrape with my sharpest teeth as I leave him warm and wet and bare. My hands move to his thighs, and I stretch, leaning forward, letting the bare skin of my belly press up against his sticky length, my own cock straining at the usually soft and forgiving fabric of my cotton slacks.
“Bay,” I say quietly, looking down at his half-closed eyes, his self-depreciating smirk. “Spread your legs for me. I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Oh,” He laughs. His left hand is still wrapped tightly around my sunglasses, he’s holding them against the mattress as if he thinks I’ll snatch them back if he were to let go. As if there would be a point. “Are we at that point in our relationship now? Where you have to ask nicely?”
“Who was asking?” I grin, sliding my palm against the side of his erection, dipping my thumb into the liquid on the tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him more. “I just expect you to do it. You know that you’re going to, anyway.”
“I know I should stop giving you what you want.”
I laugh, and kiss him, as if he hadn’t said anything. I rub sticky fingers through his hair, and close my eyes, and murmur approval against his lips when he relaxes, when his hands move over my body, when my knee sinks down between his thighs.
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He sighs, I nip his ear, and I can hear his breath shake, just a little. He’s smiling, and worried.
“Go easy this time...I mean it.”
I squeeze his cock tightly, and get a little gasp out of him when my other hand dips between his thighs at the same time.
“No, I won’t be doing that.”
He breathes out in defiance, and I see him schooling himself not to give me the satisfaction of his voice again. I smile, and re-moisten my fingers with slick oil, determined not to let him get away with it.
“Don’t pout,” I remind him, my fingertips massaging, bending, pushing. He grunts out a non-verbal sound, and I indulge further, squeezing hard on his cock as his thighs reluctantly open for me. “You like this part, at least.”
“It depends.” His tone is clipped, but he’s breathy; he can never hide it. Bay doesn’t have that many weak points, but being relentlessly penetrated by me happens to be a big one. I don’t mind that. “And it’s always leading somewhere I don’t want to be.”
“Bullshit,” I say lightly, but don’t explain myself, more focused on the physicality of my hands and his insides; his dark hair and warm skin and slightly honeyed smell. It should hurt, Bay. I should fuck too deep and too hard and force the water out of your eyes and hold your throat closed just a little too long. But it should also feel good. It just wouldn’t be fair to me if it didn’t feel good. I know you surrender to me when I’ve won, just like I would for you. Right now it’s my will on your body - and it has to be right. I’m forcing you to accept it. I feel his hands tighten on my waist, and hear a soft growl in my ear - I’d almost become lost in my thoughts.
“Filip,” Bay’s saying, and I shudder, nipping his skin, cooing comfortingly. I unwrap my tense fingers from around his reddened, slightly abused cock and sink my others deep inside him up to the knuckle, massaging, pulsing, pulling, pushing. He inhales, apparently surprised that I didn’t let up the first time. “Don’t draw this out,” he finally says, strained, but amused, as much as he can manage. “I’m trying to enjoy myself, not be milked.”
“Don’t you want to come?” I grin, feeling buzzed, aware of much less in my life right now other than his sex.
“That depends...can I do it inside of you?”
I laugh, even more entertained by his slip. Or maybe he doesn’t see it that way.
“Maybe next time. If you can pin me.”
/end and someday I will write more I guess one day. one day. also context what's that penises forever.
For now, Kat and I collaborated on a playlist of sex for him and Bay. Lucky bastard gets better gifts than a lot of my real friends do.
I also wrote some brief and very explicit porn, that's after the cut <3 Little by little my characters will have a leg to stand on so that people can actually know who they are - and it won't just be me throwing out random pictures of them and then giggling to myself in my room.
Download (Mediafire)
Photo source (NSFW) | Fonts used: Bebas Neue and Tall Films
Honeyed Scent, Salted Hips
When his cock hits the back of my throat I breathe, because I’ll have to hold the air in if I want to do him properly. I spread my fingers out over his salted hips and feel them shudder, and my hesitation turns into a tease as i ease him in, constrict, hold, lick, swallow. I wait for my reward, and he’s stubborn, but not difficult, and I can picture his lips parting as he whimpers, feel his thighs pulse and his cock throb as he tries to buck. With a hum I retract, and give his slippery red head a teasing scrape with my sharpest teeth as I leave him warm and wet and bare. My hands move to his thighs, and I stretch, leaning forward, letting the bare skin of my belly press up against his sticky length, my own cock straining at the usually soft and forgiving fabric of my cotton slacks.
“Bay,” I say quietly, looking down at his half-closed eyes, his self-depreciating smirk. “Spread your legs for me. I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Oh,” He laughs. His left hand is still wrapped tightly around my sunglasses, he’s holding them against the mattress as if he thinks I’ll snatch them back if he were to let go. As if there would be a point. “Are we at that point in our relationship now? Where you have to ask nicely?”
“Who was asking?” I grin, sliding my palm against the side of his erection, dipping my thumb into the liquid on the tip. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him more. “I just expect you to do it. You know that you’re going to, anyway.”
“I know I should stop giving you what you want.”
I laugh, and kiss him, as if he hadn’t said anything. I rub sticky fingers through his hair, and close my eyes, and murmur approval against his lips when he relaxes, when his hands move over my body, when my knee sinks down between his thighs.
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He sighs, I nip his ear, and I can hear his breath shake, just a little. He’s smiling, and worried.
“Go easy this time...I mean it.”
I squeeze his cock tightly, and get a little gasp out of him when my other hand dips between his thighs at the same time.
“No, I won’t be doing that.”
He breathes out in defiance, and I see him schooling himself not to give me the satisfaction of his voice again. I smile, and re-moisten my fingers with slick oil, determined not to let him get away with it.
“Don’t pout,” I remind him, my fingertips massaging, bending, pushing. He grunts out a non-verbal sound, and I indulge further, squeezing hard on his cock as his thighs reluctantly open for me. “You like this part, at least.”
“It depends.” His tone is clipped, but he’s breathy; he can never hide it. Bay doesn’t have that many weak points, but being relentlessly penetrated by me happens to be a big one. I don’t mind that. “And it’s always leading somewhere I don’t want to be.”
“Bullshit,” I say lightly, but don’t explain myself, more focused on the physicality of my hands and his insides; his dark hair and warm skin and slightly honeyed smell. It should hurt, Bay. I should fuck too deep and too hard and force the water out of your eyes and hold your throat closed just a little too long. But it should also feel good. It just wouldn’t be fair to me if it didn’t feel good. I know you surrender to me when I’ve won, just like I would for you. Right now it’s my will on your body - and it has to be right. I’m forcing you to accept it. I feel his hands tighten on my waist, and hear a soft growl in my ear - I’d almost become lost in my thoughts.
“Filip,” Bay’s saying, and I shudder, nipping his skin, cooing comfortingly. I unwrap my tense fingers from around his reddened, slightly abused cock and sink my others deep inside him up to the knuckle, massaging, pulsing, pulling, pushing. He inhales, apparently surprised that I didn’t let up the first time. “Don’t draw this out,” he finally says, strained, but amused, as much as he can manage. “I’m trying to enjoy myself, not be milked.”
“Don’t you want to come?” I grin, feeling buzzed, aware of much less in my life right now other than his sex.
“That depends...can I do it inside of you?”
I laugh, even more entertained by his slip. Or maybe he doesn’t see it that way.
“Maybe next time. If you can pin me.”
/end and someday I will write more I guess one day. one day. also context what's that penises forever.
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"It should hurt, Bay. I should fuck too deep and too hard and force the water out of your eyes and hold your throat closed just a little too long. But it should also feel good. It just wouldn’t be fair to me if it didn’t feel good. I know you surrender to me when I’ve won, just like I would for you. Right now it’s my will on your body - and it has to be right. I’m forcing you to accept it. "
asdlkkjartihaeroht ahhh so awesome. And sexy. And did I mention awesome?
Also, yay sex playlist!
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I hope you enjoy the music!
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I'm sure I will enjoy it!