Lookin Fresh

bet he can find the g spot with his eyes closed

a lil birthday gift for Amppu. UvU heheh i hope you had a wonderful day!! <3

a collar that has “good boy” engraved on it around his neck would really not fix him. i just want to see.

(santa voice): who tf asked for a big fat guy ??

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"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee

Need

I need to make out with that man so bad.

Need to give him a kiss both hungry and craving that has a muffled moan of surprise leaving him before he sinks into it, his hands quick to hold along my waist as he pulls me closer to him. That languid form of hunger lingers before I feel his tongue graze against my bottom lip, my hands reaching to bunch his collar as I let him deepen the kiss.

I need to press him to the wall and practically cling to him as I sink deeper into his kiss, a soft grunt of shock leaving him before I hear him groan against my lips. When I tug on his collar I want to unbutton his shirt just enough for his collarbones to poke through, enough for him to feel the chill of the lab against his bare skin in contrast to my warm hands. I want to feel him groan against my lips as my body presses firmer against his in each kiss.

I want to feel his hand trail up my back beneath my shirt, need to feel the mix of a hum and a growl he presses to my neck when I break the kiss with a gasp at his touch, something that only grows when I feel his hands shift to lift me. His pace is brisk as he takes me to the operating table, kiss-bitten lips still brushing against mine as I feel him lay me down against it.

I need to feel him kiss me so fervently the moment my back meets the cool steel, need to feel how he moans and shakes in the haze of pleasure as my hands clutch his open shirt to bring him down with me. Need to finally, finally card my fingers through his hair as he straddles me, hands trailing along my body as I can feel how hard he is this close to him.

I need to feel him gasp and whimper against me when I grind up against him, need to pull a deep, heady moan from him before his lips trail to press kisses and hickeys along my neck, all while I keep rocking against him. Need him to kiss me deeply when he comes back to press to my lips, needy yet weighing, as I’m already breaking the kiss to answer his question with a gasp of “Please. Please, I need you.”

I need to feel how he hums against my lips, grins when he hears how strong my need for him is, need to feel him murmur against my lips that he needs me just as badly before he takes me back in the hunger of his kiss. I need us to lose ourselves to the bliss of the other’s touch, unknowing or uncaring to the fact that someone could walk in at any moment.

touching grass isnt enough. i need to fuck a priest as he mutters prayers of forgiveness for falling into lustful temptation in-between his shaky moans. i need to make the beacon of god moan like a harlot-

YOU GET IT!!!!!!

GODDAMMIT!!!!

Distraction

You were meant to be helping him with research on something, but that couldn't be further from your mind now as he breaks from the kiss just to trail his lips to your neck.

Blood from whatever distant memory of a procedure you'd been doing coats his forearms, stains the fabric of your shirt as his palms shift and press to hold you firmer in his embrace, and oh you can't get enough of the weight of his hands against you. You can't hide the moan that's pulled from you when his palms shift under the fabric to press against your skin, you can feel the way he grins against the skin of your neck.

His low, proud laugh is cut with a gasp when he feels your lips tease along his collarbone, and it takes everything you have to keep your knees from giving out when you catch the wavering sigh of a moan he presses into your shoulder as you press your body firmer against his. It's hard to know whether you card a hand through his hair or his palm presses against the small of your back first, but the heat of the kiss you meet each other in is one outright consuming.

If whatever the two of you'd been hoping to research wasn't gone from your minds before, it's completely cast aside now. This is far more enticing, and you're more than eager to lose yourselves to it properly.

I’m not looking for absolution,

Because I found myself an old solution.