Want To Be Pinned To The Wall With Their Lips On My Neck As They Fuck Me Nice And Slow With Their Fingers

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👍]

I'll be honest, I watched Emesis Blue before actually Getting into Team Fortress 2, but I already knew Medic was carnally desired by the community. And even back then, I could see the appeal. Been rewatching it in smaller doses with my partner, and man, man, I'm an Engiefucker (would take Scout's place in the torture room in a heartbeat 🥴), but Medic is HOT in that movie.

I hope he clasps his hands in front of his chest, pretty lips bitten into blood by his pearly whites, shimmering wet eyes directed to the sky, as he grunts and gasps through his teeth. Hope he sniffles, and his voice starts out as a creaky whimper, before his mouth drops open with a moan, his cross cradled by his ample chest that rises and falls at such a fast pace, it's like it'll burst open if a starved gasp for air and a frantic pump of his heart sync up just right. Defile that man, taint him, make him shoot ropes into the air as he averts his eyes shamefully, but never actually asks you to stop ravishing his body, the filthy little sinner he is.

Or, y'know, just take him out to dinner. Treat him to something nice. :-з

- Penis Anon.

I could make this holy man into a whimpering sinner that's ashamed of how much he adores to be tainted with lust or i can wrap my arms around him and make him feel comfort he hadn't felt in a very long time.

making slow passionate love with your f/o on a cold stormy day, safe inside from the chill and wind with only dull light and the heat of your bodies to warm you. on the ground, only the sound of the pouring rain just beyond the walls and greyed windows as they kiss you fiercely, feel you all over, grind on you into the floor... you can't get enough of each other. you only speed up as you both get ready to cum together, but once just isn't enough. by the time you're done, the storm has passed ♡

Sometimes i receive visions like the oracle of delphi

Comfort sex where there's no rush to make each other cum, but those deep strokes make us feel as close as ever. Hands all over, caressing and soothing, face hiding in the other's neck. We couldn't possibly be closer and yet we keep pulling each other in.

*放棄思考.jpg*

Sometimes words are not enough and I gotta convey my thoughts with these.

Touch

His hold deliberately lingers and presses just firm enough for me to register the weight of them, to take in just how big his hands are against me. His movement is slow, teasing, as he trails one hand down my hips while the other comes to cradle my cheek. It's impossible to hide the flush that rushes to my face as I almost bury myself in his touch, something he's quick to catch.

"Don't hide from me."

A plea and a command all at once. He can feel the sheepish smile that comes to me as I turn my gaze back to his. The flush is quick to grow deeper as I feel his thumb brush against my cheek with a rumbling hum of pride.

"So pretty for me."

The rumble of his voice alone is already enough to leave me blushing, but with the weight of his praise and touch added to it, it's enough to leave me completely breathless and he knows it. I can feel his breath against my skin as I let myself fall into his touch, can feel the marvel in his eyes and fingers as he holds me.

"Meine Liebe."

The kiss he presses to my lips is as slow and teasing as the weight of his hands against me, carrying a hunger all the same that's quick to leave me sinking against him. I can feel how he grins against me as I moan against his touch, the hand on my hip trailing to massage my thigh as he deepens the kiss.

The cradle of his hand against my cheek shifts when we part, his thumb gently brushing against my mouth as our temples press. I can feel him press against my bottom lip, something quicker to pull a breath of a gasp and a plea for him out of me quicker than either of us seem to anticipate it. I can feel the stutter of his breath held to him like this, before the proud rumble of a laugh that pours from him is quick to make the flush deeper.

Gradually, he shifts the hold of his hand to press the tip of his index finger to my lips, goosebumps quick to rise to my skin from the weight of this alone against me. I nearly plead for him again before my words are quick to fade to a moan as I feel him press himself past the first knuckle inside my mouth. He's careful, weighing, yet teasing all the same as he basks in the warmth of my mouth before I feel the tip of another finger pressed to my lips.

I can't muffle the moan that leaves me as I shift to take more of him, nearly keening at the shuddering gasp of a moan that leaves him at the sight of me. I can feel the hand on my thigh kneading deeper, firmer as he practically purrs against me. His fingers press themselves deeper into my mouth, thrusting at a pace both languid yet teasing.

"You take me so well, liebling."

The whimper in his voice is quick to pull another keen from me, quick to leave me chasing more of his touch. God, I'm already bucking against him from this alone...I can catch how hard he is against me like this, something quick to leave me closer to the edge before I feel his lips press to the skin of my neck, as he murmurs another praise that completely leaves me sinking.

"So gut für mich, meine Liebe."

smart well dressed pretty boys who become all undone while getting fucked babbling nonsense about how good they feel