Distraction

glad to see demoman and his partner enjoy themselves but the 10 page long cockwarming scene was a bit unnecessary ngl

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medic giggling while im deep in his prostat- yea, okay that's enough for today

okayyyy but laying your head on their chest or shoulder as they lean back against the headboard of the bed and just watching them touch themself,,,, perhaps not being allowed to touch them or perhaps helping them out...

[proship/"fiction doesn't affect reality" crowd please kindly leave this post alone, thank you👍]

being called sweetheart, angel, doll, love, or darling by an older man>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Thinking...

Fritz, already feeling a sense of guilt regarding the weight of his cock in his hand, already feeling a small sense of both guilt and want for letting his thoughts drift to me...

Suddenly, when he hears my voice speak his name, there is a surge of panic and shame so powerful it properly jolts something in his chest, which runs down to his cock hard.

If he doesn't cum from the rush of the shock right then and there (oh God, oh God…the fight to stave himself is lost the minute he just barely manages to bite against his palm in an attempt to muffle the loud moan that pours from him, his cock pressed to his stomach as hot ropes of cum paint his chest…)…

...then he just barely manages to stave himself. He has to bring a palm to his mouth to bite back the groan that leaves him, his other hand firmly squeezing the base of his cock, slick with pre-cum he can see leaking from the tip.

No matter what, his breath is heavy; he only barely muffles the gasp that leaves him as his hands shake, heart stuttering. His breath hitches when he hears me knock, the words he wants to speak refusing to leave him. Any brace he could manage stills in the back of his throat when he catches my voice more clearly.

"I--you were calling out for me. Is everything alright?"

I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.

His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--

His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.

me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:

Oral

Anatomy is his specialty. He's incredible with his hands, but he's truly a force of something powerful and dangerous with his mouth, with his tongue. He knows just the right kind of pace to tease you relentless in his edging, the pads of his fingers along your inner thighs only more overwhelming as his hands hold you still, his grasp warm and firm. His touch is everything yet not enough all at once, and you're practically chasing every ounce of it you're given.

In his teasing, he is desperate for it, for your taste, for your pleasure. He's always been vocal during sex, but there's something to the sounds that leave him when he takes you in his mouth; how he moans when he gets that first instance of your taste, how he breathes something between a grunt and a whimper as he shifts to take more of you, the vibrations of his sounds only making your own desperation for him grow.

His hands grip your thighs, lifts you just enough to grant him the angle to give you more; he's practically begging you to fuck his face, to ride him completely and utterly breathless. Your warning that you're close only has him doubling down his efforts, his fingers fucking into you as he pulls back only for a breath of a moment, lips still ghosting against you as he tells you to come for him. When he takes you back in his mouth, your hands card through his hair as you press him closer to you, your release one that hits you hard.

Your moans nearly drown out his own as he takes you, as his hold shakes in the overwhelming rush of pleasure. It's only when you lightly tug him back that he lifts himself to breathe, as his hooded gaze meets your blissed out expression. Your release coats his lips, his chin…a deep flush runs down along his chest, something that nearly takes your breath away, the sensation only growing when you catch sight of the cum spattered along his abdomen; he'd come just from the taste of you.

Happy Valentine's Day

i love you to the bone

b+w version and crop under the cut !!

Does they have any idea how often I think about the idea of just. him trailing his hands within you, inside you in another literal sense? The pads of his fingers giving a heightened sense of sensitive shock in a manner akin to hands grazing the inner thighs?

The intimacy not only in the trust alone, but in the marvel of how he holds your heart in his hands. His lips press to yours as he cradles your heart almost reverently, something that pleads for you to be closer even as you find yourself in a proximity you hadn't thought possible.

He surrounds you truly and wholly now, and god are you craving to sink into it.

There's a comment I think about all the time about vivisection/surgery being an act of body worship from Medic, and genuinely I feel like that clicked something into place I didn't even realize I had the pieces for before.