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everybody in this world has their thing, some like to draw, others like paint. eren jaeger liked to believe he had many things, things he thought to be normal that most if not all would find to put it lightly.. strange.
not to be blunt but if you asked anybody from the dimly lit house party what eren jeagers specific thing was they'd all tell you the same thing.
sex.
you wouldn't even have to sleep with the guy to know how good he was in bed, every girl that comes stumbling from a random room on wobbling legs was most definitely proof enough.
this was NOT your scene. you stood there stiff in the corner, red solo cup in hand, surrounded by your five girlfriends who simply wouldn't take no for an answer.
they knew you'd follow the rules, the rules that your father had put in place when he shipped you off halfway across the state.
the silver purity ring on your finger hit the cup to the rhythm of the music as you slightly bopped your head.
that very ring a tall brunette had his eyes on all night. the man had been watching you since his body hit the sticky leather of the wore down couch. when your eyes flicked across the room his would immediately drop down to his own ring clad fingers picking at the arm rest.
"come onnn (❤︎︎), just a few shots. you need to loosen up anyway!" your closest friend sasha drags you across the scene leaving the other group of girls to their own devices.
begrudgingly you trek behind her, pulling down that itty bitty denim skirt the girls forced you to purchase 'just in case'.
she spots connie leaning against the marble of the kitchen island all by himself. suddenly she's flinging herself into his arms seaming already drunk off of whatever pungent liquid was mixed up in her now forgotten solo cup.
"well if it isn't my favorite little munchkin," she squeals when he drops her back down. "my friend here is in dire need of whatever you could pour into a shot glass, stat!"
connie smiles at her opting not to say much knowing his words would be slurred. red eyes scan you quickly as if he was pondering what bitter beverage he could give you to loosen you up fast.
you stood close behind sasha watching connie line up six plastic shot cups before pouring a glass bottle of clear liquor (to the brim) of each cup. being the gentleman he was he opens the cooler by his foot pulling out two mini can of pinapple juice.
snatching a shot for himself he tosses it back with a grimace and a quick head shake then walks off giving you a look of good luck.
"two for me, three for you." she hands you the can and pulls you to stand by her. taking a deep breath through your nose you grab each shot one by one and then chase them with the juice. it's almost embarrassing how loud you gagged from the tingle in the back of your throat.
"good?" she laughs at your struggle and you shoot her a glare. "what do you think sash??"
you look back over your shoulder to see that your friend group had dispersed among themselves with fellow party goers, unsurprisingly. lucky for them you made everyone share locations before even coming here AND gave them the major stranger danger safety run down.
what's even more embarrassing is how within the span of five minutes you feel every nerve slip into a relaxed state, the crease of you brow is replaced with a content, one would say- happy expression.
the first sound of ' freak hoe' is played full blast and it's like a flash flood of nearly every girl in the party racing towards the ¿dance floor?. but not only were the girls rushing through, but the guys too. either trying to stop their girls from showing out or simply tryna catch what was being thrown.
you and sasha being part of the crowd followed not far behind. and wherever you went green hooded eyes followed in suit.
in most cases you weren't one to show yourself in private let alone in public, but before you left the comfort of your dormitory the girls showed you a step by step tutorial on basic "ass shaking."
good for you that you comprehension skills are a-1 because in no time you were throwing it all around the world, my god would you regret this in the morning. sasha being there was extremely handy in making sure your skirt didn't ride up to the point where nothing was left to the imagination.
and boy oh boy did eren have a good one. zoning out on you and that stupid silver band circling your ring finger. he suddenly snaps into reality when a man, a random, tries to catch what he claimed for the night.
eren is quicker, his stride longer. you feel him before you see him. his presence is great. big almost. his scent woodsy and minty with a linger smell of weed. intoxicating.
sasha give you a look once the song is over and made into something that can be danced to in a slow grind. you smile and wink she takes the hint and scurry off to find her baldheaded best friend.
the man behind you leans forward and your automatically enticed by the eyes. bright and green but low and lidded. your arms reach you around his neck and tangle in the hair on his nape, the weight of his bun resting there as well.
on the other hand(s) his are traveling down your side and to the opening of your blouse. you stop him, turning to face him only to be met with a broad chest. . looking up to see a man more striking the a god themself, he grins small and sexy. you look more beautiful up close, he can't help the lump twitching against his thigh in this black cargos.
he also can help but notice the way you scan his face all doe like, he lets you drink him in even with the heavy bass pumping throughout both your bodies.
finally you breathe out a simple "hi." shuttering cause you feel his eyes on your lips, then the drop lower to the star sign necklace sitting on your collar bone.
you move before him, grabbing him by the collar of his black tee. hell- it was just as shocking to you as it was him wondering where in the world you got all this confidence from.
"hey." he mutters against your lips before reciprocating the kiss. it's desperate on your end and controlled on his, like trying to pull an elephant with a rope. you whine into his mouth and he can't help but puff out a breath of laughter.
he pulls back and you can't help but chase him. "bathroom?" he looks you dead in your eyes already tipsy on just a taste of what this man can give you. you nod at a flashes pace when you feel the not so subtle pulse down below. and just like that the two of you are off, him shielding you from the sea of sweaty bodies. you pass sasha and connie once more making direct eye contact with her.
her jaw drops hard. she turns to connie who lifts his hand to close her mouth, who mumbles something about hot ass breath.
eren waste no time knowing exactly where the first floor washroom is. another man stumbles his way towards the door and earns a palm to the face and a rough shove by eren.
he locks the door quickly before the complaints start and shoves your lower back against the sink capturing you in another mind numbing kiss. the cold thin metal of your ring stings his skin when you cup his handsome face, and he groans deep and long. rutting his chub against your thigh.
he breaks first spinning you around so that you're facing the mirror. lips swollen, eyes glassy, and edges starting to lift, eren wants to devour you. eat you whole.
he leans into you pushing his weight on your back. wet open mouth kisses from the junction of your shoulder all the way up to your ear and he huffs out "eren."
lost in the sensation you hum at him choking back a moan when he reaches under that god forsaken skirt and he barely applies pressure to your panties. and yet here they are soak down.
"my name, eren. remember it." he muttered to you taking pleasure in watch you quiver like a leaf over a thumb. just as sudden as it came his hand was ripped away. hiking up your skirt he pulls your panties down, and spreads.
"my god," he sighed. nothing in this world could prepare him for the sight that beholds him. sticky, wet folds make a slick noise as he thumbs through them. he watches you twitch and arch your back, in an instant he drops down to his knees.
"just nasty," he commented before shoving his face in your cunt. his mouth automatically finds your clit and he sucks. that sharp nose of his nudging against your clenching hole. and then- he takes in a sharp breath through his nose eye scrolling to the back of his skull.
you've lost all support opting to rest your forehead on the mirror while eren sucks on you pussy like a starved man. it's so much, it's too much. he's sloppy with it, fluids dripping down from his mouth, to his chin, onto his shirt. all you can do is moan.
"ugh -god! eren! eren!" you sob, he slurps. its all so good.
"you're cumming? come on pretty, cum on my fucking tongue." he envelopes you whole and shoves his tongue in repeatedly over and over until you scream.
"shit - eren im fucking cumming!" and you do. hard. but he keeps going not wasting a drop of your release. gasping for some air, hunched over the sink, panties down by your knocking shaking knees, you feel it.
hard, long, heavy, and thick against your lower back you didn't even realize he had dropped his cargos and boxers just below his fat balls. 8 inches of man ready and waiting.
he see you lifting yourself up and he decides you had enough time to recover. his slides his tip an angry shade of red, through your sensitive folds and then pushes in slow.
quickly he grabs his base hard and squeezes. "shit-" he stills, taking a deep breath. "s'fucking tight." he comments rubbing on your swollen clit making you shudder. "loosen up dollface, let me in." his brows furrowed as he watches you biting into the fabric of your sleeve. you’re holding back and he knows it. he knows he's big, and he knows you can take it.
in one swift motion he bottoms out and you cry. cry so loud you could stop the party. his 'thrust' shallow but oh so deep, fat tip nudging right against your cervix.
"o-oh fuck FUCK!" you wail clenching on him hard as you orgasm. "atta girl, there she is." he grins big and bright. "feels good don't it? you love cummin' on me dontcha, princess?" he hisses, reeling his hips back and he pounds into you.
"s-shit, you're soo g-oodd!" you wailed to him, your tits bouncing out that stupid stuffy blouse. he wants to see more, to feel more. his fingers scoop you up by the neck. damp back pulled to his wet chest, and he squeezes. the feeling of his hand even resting on your throat was delicious - but this.
this was different. "e-erenn! jesus f-fucking christ! m'cummin, m'cummin!" you gasp out, taking your hand and wrapping it around his to choke yourself harder. those green eyes widen nearly black in color as he gives a wild smile at your fucked out expression. "you filthy little thing, you like being choked dont ya? what would yer daddy say if he found you his dollface little girl was slutting herself out for me ,hm?"
you feel it, right there in your gut, hot desire flooding from your pussy all onto the floor in streams of clear liquid. your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen. his thrust get harder but you can feel eren tensing. another brutal thrust and he grunts deep and sexy. "fuck baby." he fucks himself through his high just using your sloppy cunt to his will. his grip on you throat is released and that has you doubling over gasping for sweet oxygen.
jeager relishes the feeling of your walls clamping on him till he decides enough is enough. he pulls out and in an instant thick, creamy globs of cum plop down onto your soaked down underwear.
leaning down once more he come face of face with your fucked out pussy and licks the mixture of bodily fluids. this makes you jolt and then he presses a delicate kiss to you clit. contradicting his actions he sents a hard smack to your ass cheek. eren groans taking a look at the mess you both made on the floor and yourselves. he just grabs and decorative towels hanging above the toilet, wiping himself off and then throwing it on the floor to soak up any liquid.
then he hands you a pitiful piece of tissue paper to clean yourself off. but before you can start he's distracting you with kisses to your earlobe, he grabs your hand and suddenly your finger is feeling .. lighter.
you spoke out to confront him but he slips back out into the world leaving you stranded and confused.
also with an empty finger. bummer, he didn't even catch your name..
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi Additional Tags: Soft Tsukishima Kei, dubcon, Mildly Dubious Consent, Tsukishima Kei is Bad at Feelings, Vulnerable Tsukishima Kei, PWP, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Yamaguchi Tadashi is Good at Feelings, First Time Blow Jobs, Cock Worship, Porn with Feelings, Sex as Connection, For Being So Observant Tsukki Sure is Oblivious, Is Yamaguchi Topping from the Bottom Here? It's Hard to Tell, Beginnings, therapeutic sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Awkward Tsukishima Kei, Mentioned Ushijima Wakatoshi, Confident Yamaguchi Tadashi, First Year Yamaguchi Tadashi, First Year Tsukishima Kei, Non-Traditional Power Dynamics, Sex as a Force for Good, Figuring Things Out, Listen Yamaguchi Has Spent a Lot of Time Studying Up On This Okay?, Sex Is Not The Enemy, Emotionally Overwhelmed Tsukishima Kei, Porn with a little bit of Plot, Crying Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Kei Is Secretly A Soft Cinnamon Roll That Needs Protecting, Yamaguchi Tadashi Worships The Ground Tsukishima Kei Walks On, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Farsighted Tsukishima Kei Series: Part 1 of Unable to Connect, Please Try Again Summary:
When Yamaguchi confronts Tsukishima in the bathroom after the match against Shiratorizawa, things take a decidedly different turn and Kei's entire world shifts.
It turns out that sometimes, to see yourself, you need someone else to see you first.
Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei's Father Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Tsukishima Kei, Omega Yamaguchi Tadashi, Mentioned Terushima Yuuji, Mentioned Kageyama Tobio, Mentioned Kuroo Tetsurou, Dubious Consent, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Edging, Mind Control, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, PWP, Pheromones, Possessive Tsukishima Kei, Jealous Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi is a Little Shit, Slut Shaming, Dom Tsukishima Kei, sub yamaguchi tadashi, POV Yamaguchi Tadashi, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Dom/sub, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, brat taming, Yamaguchi Tadashi is a Brat, Brat Tamer Tsukishima Kei Summary:
Yamaguchi goes out of his way to make Tsukishima jealous.
Obviously, he gets more than he bargained for.
Get you an author who can do both
#PORNWITHPLOT
Thank you for having me hehe
💚 Karma’s a bitch by albondiguilla
4,130 | Completed | E | Ship: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle
Tags/Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Art Heists, Conman Tom Riddle, Rough Sex, Spit As Lube, Choking, Rape/Non-con Elements, Harry’s angry, He has a right to be alright?, Betrayal, Punching, Verbal Humiliation, Humiliation kink, Gratuitous Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn, Explicit Sexual Content, Hung Harry Potter, Gratuitously Hot Harry Potter
Summary:
Tom betrays Harry. Harry’s not happy about it.
My recommendation no one asked for:
The taste of Țuică
By fluxweed
R: Explicit
It’s quite one thing for your best mate to casually tell you about all the sex his boyfriend wants to have. It’s altogether another to have him bring up the time you snogged him in a shitty Central London park.
Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter/ Ron Weasley
Bark like you want it
IPC superior/richer Male reader X sub! Lyndon Skott (HSR) smut because my type in men are pathetic idiots for some reason.
NSFW under the cut, no extra tags, enjoy
It's a bit pitiful, the man that's currently fucking himself on your dick would never have though he'd be moaning like a bitch in heat whilst in his superior's office.
Lyndon Skott met you in Aurum Alley of all places, when you spoke (more like scolded) him for ruining the IPC's public image with his stupid stunt. You might have been a little too mean with your comments, since he did start crying a little, so you took it into your own hands to buy him a drink or two...
Now flash forward a few months, you think you might've accidentally acquired a very bratty, very noisy little sugar baby. One that seems desperate to get a good fuck, but has so big of an ego he refuses to let you do the fucking unless you bend him in half.
He always tries to ride your dick, but he always ends up with his knees weak, his hole aching from his own slow and inexperienced pacing. He tries to lift his pretty little hips up but ends up losing strength in his legs, letting your dick fill his tight hole as he falls onto it.
You don't really mind this slow pacing of him fucking himself on your dick and failing most of the time, his whines and pretty moans makes up for the pacing. Plus, you do get to tease the man, stroking his dick while matching the pace where he fucks himself into you, overstimulating him and watching his pretty little dick twitch as you mark up his shoulder and neck, watching him cum from you hands as you suddenly speed up when he was trying to catch his breath...
When he finally gets tired of riding you, you get to pound him hard into the sheets. Putting his legs onto your shoulder and letting your dick press against his prostate, make him moan like a bitch, or if you're feeling mean you can ask him bark. He cries and whines about how you're so mean, letting him suffer a while ago and fucking him so hard when he's so tired, he's absolutely spent, he can't cum again, he really can't!
You make him cum so much he dry cums as you finally fill him up, the white substance already piled up on his stomach as he came multiple times when you had him in the breeding position, his dick twitching and he squirms as much as he can under you but he's so drained he can't even cum properly. Maybe if you're feeling particularly horny, he might suck you off while you press your feet against his limp dick, overwhelming his senses while he chokes on your cock, he's so fucked out of his mind he lets you rough him up however you like.
Of course, you have to treat him to a long, nice bath with expensive candles burning to get rid of the smell of sex. And of course you have to treat him to good food, you did fuck the brains out of the man. And yes, you do take him shopping, he wants new sunglasses. He's your bratty little sugar baby now, treat him well and maybe he'll let you fuck him against the mirror. Maybe.
Anyone interested in mirror fucking? Idk, maybe I'll continue this when I'm stressed out and need a punching bag. I love whiny men.
Self indulgent, Pre-release Mr Reca thoughts (and hopefully prayers for me, because this man makes me salivate.)
Nsfw don't like don't read
This is filthy as hell.
Pet play, dacryphilia, and probably a few more I hadn't think of yet, this is a wild ride
I wanna make this man whimper so hard you have no fucking idea, this man makes me feral. I want to see him on the floor like a dog for me just augghhhhhhhhhh
Anyways.
Mr Reca with pet play. You saw the trailer, you will see the vision. Crazy director man who probably has a thing for controlling things because of his personality (maybe) or profession? Sign me the fuck up. I want to see this twink with a collar and leash. I want to fuck him hard and make him whimper and call him a pathetic little puppy. I want to make him wear a tail plug.
Or, alternatively, make him hump my shoe while he wears some fluffy dog ears. I see him as a dog boy, I have no idea why, but he gives possessive dog boy vibes. Bear with me here. Make him a custom collar or thigh straps with your name on it. I mean he already has them in his daily outfit, it would just make sense y'know?
Mr Reca with dacryphilia because I like my men crying and in pain. That thing about men whimpering and whining being hot is my whole personality when I'm reading fics, that is my vanilla, let's go. I want to see this pretty man crying while I suck him dry, I want to kiss his tears away while I prevent him from coming over and over. And by gods above I want to see this man full on bawling after all the overstim. Kiss away the tears because I'm soft like that.
Mr Reca but we tie him up with his straps. Why does one man need that many straps anyways? Or hell, his jacket thing works too, that shit def looks hot if he wore it without a shirt underneath like the back is 80% open, it covers nothing but it's giving everything fr. Y'all think we can hang him up with just his straps? Fuck him hard while he's up?
Mr Reca but we def filming, I shit you not that is the thing that started this post. Use his phone, your phone, do it on a private Livestream for yourself, use his freaking cameras, do it on set let's goooooooooo. I wanna watch him write his scripts as we fuck, let him sit on your dick if you can, if not cockwarm him instead. We winning no matter what. Make that man struggle and whimper, we ✨love✨ whimpering men in this house. If he feels generous maybe he'll let us wrap him up with his film tape of him being fucked and takes pictures with it. He probably won't though, but he'll probably keep them~♡ I wanna see him drool on camera so I can zoom in on his face and take pictures of it.
Mr Reca and a breeding kink???? A height difference and size kink??? I can see this going both ways. I feel like it's less breeding kink, and more he likes the feeling of cum. How to explain this? No clue. But I just think he would. Let him suck you off or eat you out, get his face wet~
For the size/height kink I think it goes both ways. I think he doesn't really care if you're smaller than him or bigger than him, he just likes it y'know? Maybe you're smaller than him but you can fuck his brains out. Maybe you're tall enough you can lift him up and fuck him against the wall without his feet touching the floor. ✨Just difference in general✨ baby. Bonus points too if you're big, I feel like he'll enjoy getting squished. Doesn't matter if you're masc or femme leaning and/or presenting, he likes getting squished.
And I hadn't really started on the real size kink idea yet, damn. Okay, size kink when he sees his stomach having a bulge as you fuck him. We love a skinny twink. I think he would see it and his mind would just go blank, like, "what the fuck, you're that big" kinda thing. Strap on or not, I think the surprise factor of seeing it is something he likes.
Mr Reca with mirrors. Listen. Trust me. Mirrors. I just love watching this unhinged man get his mind fogged by pleasure. This is a thing I love. I wanna see his face and watch him cry and watch him struggle. We've seen how deranged this man is in the trailer, now let's fuck him up literally so we can see his face more. Do it against those big, wall length mirrors you see in dancing studios if he's working on a musical or something. Do it in one of his trailers while he's out filming on set, bonus if it's not even room and we just press him against a random ahh mirror in a random trailer for costume and makeup.
I blame the unhinged energy today on my exams.
Hope you enjoyed? Well, technically I wrote this for myself but, sure. Posting this for funsies.
sink or swim
author: roxas_oxo13
summary:
“Y’know, Jade’s been teasin’ me. Says I wake up moanin’ your name more nights than not. He says I should be embarrassed, but I dunno why. S’pretty natural, ain’t it?”
“What?” Flustered, Riddle squirms, turning around so he can see Floyd’s face. What awaits him are half-lidded, hooded eyes, heterochromia making his right eye seem almost incandescent. A long piece of his hair falls on Riddle’s shoulder as Floyd grabs him, lifting Riddle so his feet are on the bench.
“Wantin’ to fuck ya so bad I dream about it.”
Good Job
author: Silvermagess
summary: Deuce encounters Leona during his rut and offers to give the other a helping hand.
God of Sand
author: Veroninya
summary:
“Yeah, that’s me. Leona, King of the Desert and Sands, a God, if you must. You kept calling me so nicely so I figured I’d drop by, pay you a visit, see what’s up with a pretty priestess like you. How could I ever ignore a damsel in distress?”
“First,” Vil retorts, “I am not a damsel in distress. I am in distress, but I am not a damsel. Secondly, I am the Head Priest, do you truly think I wouldn’t be able to recognize my own deity that I pray to daily? You look nothing like the statues.”
“I mean.. you apparently don’t, so that’s that.” He hums, then, nods to himself. “But you’re right. We really need to do something about those statues.”
________ Spoiler, they don't do anything about the statues.
I don’t think I’m going to fully work on this plot bunny so instead of filing it and losing it, I’m going to write something here briefly..
Gabico under the cut - very lemony 🍋🍋🟩 iykyk
Unbeta read, un-researched, barely checked for typos. Read at your own risk/
He’s leaving the track post debrief, his arm around Egle’s waist and Noemi running in front. He tends to enjoy Sunday post-race debriefs, as usually the track is a lot quieter by the time they leave, with few to no fans asking for an autograph or a selfie. It’s late, but Noemi slept in her mother’s arms earlier and now she has a momentary peak of energy. He watches as she runs behind a bug flying just above her head. He enjoys these moments: a great race weekend, one when he reminded the observers that he had the talent and acumen to be the leader to bring Audi into F1. One in which he reminded himself why he loved this sport so much. He smiles, as Egle leaves his side and joins their daughter as her little hands try to reach the insect above a barrier; she would easily climb it if her mother didn’t stop her.
He is admiring the portrait they paint in the setting Catalan sun when his phone rings in his pocket. His wife throws him an inquisitive look: it isn’t unheard of for the team to realize that they need to verify one last detail that eluded them earlier before he would leave, recalling him back to the paddock, but it isn’t usual. She keeps an eye on him as she reaches the 4 years old. He slips his phone out, apologizing to her silently, and peeks at the display.
Gabriel.
That, however, is unusual. If the team needed him, it would be his race engineer calling him.
He accepts the call and brings the phone to his ear. “Nico.”
“I need you.”
That, also, is unusual. Gabriel plays for the cameras and the fans, but he wouldn’t not greet him, not explain.
He stops, and frowns as he looks back at the paddock behind him.
“What’s wrong?”
Gabriel’s voice is strained - in pain? - as he repeats his earlier words, offering no explanation. “I need you.”
Nico reaches up to squeeze at the bridge of his nose, wondering what could have happened since their earlier exchange during the debrief. Gabriel’s race had been good too, he had seemed elated. Could something have happened? Something with the team? Elge must have read his puzzlement: she has picked up Noemi, balancing her on her hip as she walks toward him.
“Should I go ahead?”
Nico smiles at her, thankful for her understanding. He reaches out to tug a strand behind her ear and caresses her jaw delicately, then pats their daughter’s head on her shoulder.
“I’ll get one of the driving services back.” Apologetic. He kisses Elge and presses his lips to his daughter’s forehead, then turns and walks back to the paddock as he brings back the phone to his ear. If his young teammate needs him, he’ll be there for him. He was ready for this role when Mattia told him of his choice.
“Where are you?”
There’s a muffled sound before Gabriel answers him. A moan? A whine? Has Gabriel been physically hurt? This sounds so unlikely, but so does the phone call from the start.
“Your driver’s room.”
Nico makes for the green and black building. “Stay there. Wait for me.”
A non-concomitant sound answers him before he hangs up.
—
He walks into his driver’s room to a sight he doesn’t immediately understand. Rolled in his discarded clothes and covers to what serves as bench, and bed - on the occasion, is a bundle of curls and half undone clothes.
Gabriel.
The brown eyes look up to him as he comes in.
Wide. Lost.
Glossed over.
“What the-“
He shuts the door almost on automatic. He’s not sure what is happening here, but he knows instantly he doesn’t want the team to misjudge anything: whatever Gabriel is going through, it’s better left undisplayed.
“Nico…”
He realizes at once that Gabriel is inhaling his clothes, a hand burried in his pants…
He never thought someone could crawl quite literally across a room, not an adult at least, yet that’s exactly what Gabriel does as he uncurls from the mess on the bed and across the space to him. He backs off, but rapidly he is stopped by the wall behind him. In front of him, Gabriel has reached him. Nico jerks when Gabriel starts running the flat of his hands up his legs and he becomes painfully aware that in his pants, his cock is answering him.
“Nico… I’ve been watching your on-boards from the race… you were so good.” Nico’s breath hitches as Gabriel presses his face against his crotch, rubbing his cheek against his hardening self under the material of his pants and underwear.
“Gabriel…” He wants it a warning, he’s not sure it comes that way.
Gabriel moans against him. “And during the debrief… you were so in control...”
He reaches up for his waist band, pushes the button through its eye and slides down the zipper. He watches as Gabriel’s tongue peaks out to lick at his lips. “I’ve wanted to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue the whole debrief..”
He pulls the underwear down just enough to free him.
Nico isn’t hard, not yet, but whatever Gabriel intends to do is threatening to fix that very soon. He growls. It emboldens Gabriel, who cups his balls and runs his palm along his length. He’s only got a chance to stop this.
He grabs at the curls, pulls the head back. He’s about to speak, to make him stop.
“Nico…”
His resolve stretches. “Stop it already.”
Gabriel whines, pulls against his hold as he tries to free himself, and laps at the air in front of him, eyes reduced to needy slits. “Please…”
His resolves snaps. “Aah, fuck it.”
He lets go, and immediately the boy slides the weight up the hollow of his tongue. He hisses as his head hits the back of that throat, the wet sweetness impossible to resist.
He lets himself be brought to full hardness under the boy’s ministrations. Gabriel, he finds out, is highly vocal in sex, producing sound after sound of satisfaction as he tastes him, sucks him, and runs the flat of his tongue up his length. He groans.
“Fucking stop it, they’re going to hear you.”
To which, of course, Gabriel doesn’t stop, only switches to mewlings and other soft sounds, even when Nico starts thrusting into his mouth to try to silencet him. Exasperated, he slides out and pulls Gabriel by the shirt and pushes him against the wall in his stead.
“What else do I need to do to silence you?!”
A rhetorical question. He already knows what he’s going to do the moment Gabriel’s face is pressed against the wall, the way he moans after a moment of surprise and looks back at him, the way his body moves around each inspirations, hard.
He reaches to run fingers along the narrow hip. Immediately, the back curves to thrust his hips back at him.
Nico smiles; the boy has a beautifully slim figure, and curves it so exquisitely.
“So needy.” He teases, as he slides fingers under the loose hem of Gabriel’s pants and along the cleft. His eyebrows shoot up when he finds no resistance as he slides a finger in, and even a second. “You’ve been preparing yourself?…”
He watches as Gabi shuts his eyes tightly and nods against the wall, biting down on his lip. “I need you…”
Nico presses in, putting weight on his arm across Gabriel’s upper back. He licks up Gabriel’s ear lobe, then bites down on it. “How long have you been doing this? I know I’ve been missing team shirts recently. That was you, wasn’t it?”
The boy nods, but whatever answer or explanation he was going to give dies as Nico pushes a third finger in, and turns into a moan. Satisfied, he licks the bruised lobe before pushing off. “Push your pants down,” he says, before spitting into his hands and coating himself as much as he can.
This, Nico hasn’t done in more years than he can count. Indulging in moments like these, post-racing, holding tightly onto such narrow hips and a pliable body asking for him, he stopped feeling that urge a while ago and just put it on the back of aging into another period of his life. And yet, as he digs fingers into Gabriel’s hips, he feels the lure coming back.
He’s revelling in the feeling when he realizes at once that Gabriel is moaning at each of his thrusts. People might be packing on the other side, he still doesn’t want to risk anyone hearing them. He considers pushing fingers into that eager mouth, but realizes fast enough that it doesn’t stop the boy, so instead, he covers his mouth.
“You’re so loud..”
His palm is well over Gabriel’s mouth, clamped to keep any sound from leaving his mouth, when he realizes Gabi is licking his palm under it. He usually wouldn’t like the feeling, but the expression of blissful abandon on Gabriel’s features is so complete that he lets him go on, until of course, he starts liking the depravity of it all. Gabriel just wants to taste him that much, huh?
He leans in, presses his forehead on the side of Gabriel’s head..
“Gabriela..” he sighs. He’s teased him with that name before, but it was in jest. At this very moment, it’s something else, something deeper. Something like the utter realization that this lanky body is miles different from any others before. And around him, the other tightens, his hips just curving back at yet another better angle as they seek him, hungrily.
So he likes it…
“Sheisse… you got me good..”
He comes just a few thrusts later. The other too.
He stumbles back against the other wall as he reaches for a tissue and lazily cleans himself, before bringing his pants back up. Gabriel slides to the floor, spent, exhausted, pants barely pulled back up to cover his hips, out of breath.
Nico runs a hand through his hair, looking at him. He looks at the stain on the wall, the one he has to remember to clean before he leaves. His chest heaves still. He’s drained.
“Fuck.”
Gabriel trembles on the floor.
