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He knows just how to make me feel like prey – and it makes me so hot!

“No no. No leading from you. No trying to be the emotionally mature one here and try to make this a two-person dance. I lead. I’ve been wanting you for a very, very long time boy. And I’m going to have you just like I’ve wanted…dreamed…fantasized about… you’re my prey now, boy. Succumb to me. Let me lead. If you want to walk the road to the most forbidden pleasure and passion…let me show you the way.“

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Rasheed gawked at the painted ceiling, the plated walls and hand-tiled pillars. “Have I given you the ‘holy shit your parents are rich’ line yet?”
Al snorted. “No not yet, but you can skip it. The society pages have written about it enough.”
“Shiiiiit,” Rasheed muttered. “This pool is gorgeous.”
“It is, I’ll give you that. But you know, there’s one thing I’ve never ever gotten to do in it. In all my years.”
Rasheed raised an eyebrow. “What’s that love?”
Ali smirked and took off his belt. “Skinny dip.”
Both eyebrows went up. “No.”
“Oh yes. I’ve always wanted to, but with so many family members about it wasn’t ever possible. I’ was scared someone would come home… but with everyone in Dubai for now, they don’t know I’ve come back from school holiday with a rather sweet young bloke I’ve been screwing quite often…”
Rasheed laughed and colors flushed over his face. “What, someone else is here?”
Ali balled up his shirt and threw it at him. “You scallywag!”
“Hey that’s a $400 Italian shirt isn’t it? What would your mother say,” Rasheed teased, picking it up and unfurling it.
“She’d say it’s six months old, so it’s out of fashion and I need a new one,” Ali snorted.
“Oh bollocks. Mmn, it smells good.”
“Don’t you keep it now,” Ali warned, in that teasing tone Rasheed loved.
“Why? You don’t need it. You’re going in there naked.”
“So are you,” Ali insisted.
Rasheed considered his boyfriend. “Am I?”
“Oh yes. Cause I want to stare at you shamelessly naked.”
“God, Ali, you flatter me.”

It was enough to give Rasheed the push to strip. He found it thrilling it be in this cavernous, hollow, swimming pool room with a beautiful brilliant man. Once the pants came off, the rest of the clothing fell away with ease. There was of course, plenty of ogling, between giant cannonballs and splashing.

When they were out of breath, the water stilled and they came close. Rasheed grabbed Ali’s hand and gave him a tender peck on the lips. “This is a lot of fun.”
“Only cause it’s with you.”
Rasheed smiled. “You’re right, swimming is more fun with a friend. And skinny dipping is marvelous. It feels so strange with just bare skin. I could get used to it.”
“Oh reaaally?” Ali kissed him again.
“Yes really.”
“Can I touch you?” Ali pleaded. “I want to feel you in the water.”
“Oh hell yes… it’s very uh, not traditional…or religious… but…”
“You like it when a man holds you hm?” Ali asked.
“Just you,” Rasheed murmured, dipping his head for another kiss.

Each man found each-other in the water, held eachother, and began to stroke. Ripples formed on the surface, then the water grew turbulent.

“Here back up,” Rasheed murmured, backing Ali up until they were pressed against the wall. Ali hooked a leg around Rasheed’s legs, and they frotted and moved as lips dueled and crushed.
“Oh press like that…fuck yeah.”
“Nnng….!”

Panting and moans echoed off the vaulted ceilings. The water turned cloudy. Ali’s leg cramped and he had to put it down.
“Oh goddamn,” Rasheed sighed. “Skinny dipping is marvelous.”
“You smell so nice. You’re really warm,” Ali murmured. “I want to sink into a hot bath now and have some chai. And cuddle you.”
“I like cuddling,” Rasheed agreed, nuzzling Ali’s jaw.
“I like you,” Ali whispered.
“I wish your family would be more understanding of us.”
“I do too… but fuck them. I won’t let them stop us from being happy. Rasheed?”
“yeah?”
“When I finish graduate school, and get a job, and figure out where I’m settling…I’m going to ask you to marry me.”
Rasheed gasped. “oh Ali do you mean it?”
“I do. Fuck what they say. I want to dress in my very fancy tailored suits – vintage, to piss off my mother, have a breakfast with you across the table from me, and come home to your smiling face and talk about our days. We’ll go on holiday in Thailand, Israel, Morocco, Bermuda, wherever, and we’ll make many photo albums and it’ll be wonderful.”
Rasheed broke out into a huge smile, eyes wet and sparkling. “I would like that future very very much.” He caught Ali off guard with a kiss that made him squeak.
“You made a noise like a mouse!”
Ali giggled. “I did didn’t it?”
“You did. Now I don’t know about you, but we’ve been in here so long, my balls are getting wrinkly. Wait, well, more wrinkly.”
Ali guffawed. “Well let me see about that! Oh wow, they are. It may be that you’re just getting old and saggy.”
“I am not! Also, aren’t you older than me?”

Fresh laughter echoed as they stumbled out of the water. A bath and chai waited. Eventually they would retire to a rather large bed where they could continue being naked and keep each-other warm all night long.

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gay-purelove:

I.
LOVE.
THIS.
PICTURE.

“Oh there you are, how are the girls?”
Johnnie smiles and puts the eggs in the basket by the sink. “Martha is still jealous that Henry’s picked Samantha, but Samantha’s molting, so perhaps the tides will still turn.” He washed his hands. “Georgia, however, didn’t want to get out of her nest and slept through me disturbing her.”
“My goodness. What a soap opera in the coop.”
“Oh indeed.”
I put a piece of toast on a plate. “Ow hot. Sit, your toast and tea are ready.”
Johnnie sits and yawns. “Thank you. Gosh, there’s so much to do today,” he says.
“Mm, there is, but I find it exciting.” I set the plate in front of him and turn back to the eggs on the counter. “Raw land. So much potential.”
“We’re gonna make a home out of it,” Johnnie replies. He sounds sleepy, but pleased with himself.
“We are. A nice home in the country, what more could a man want?”
Johnnie lifts the corner of his mouth. “Well, spread for one thing.”
I set an egg back down and look over my shoulder. “Did I forget the marmalade?”
“You did.”
“Oh silly me, sorry Johnnie.” I open the fridge and bring the pot forward. Always marmalade for Johnnie. Our neighbor a mile down the road makes a variety of jams and jellies for local sale, and Johnnie is hooked on the orange stuff.

I set the pot on the table. “There you go,” I say. “You know how to use it?”
Johnnie chuffs through his nose. “I think I do.”
“Well,” I reply, “We should be certain.” I crouch down next to him.
“What are you doing, silly?”
I wrap my hand around his own. “First, you pick up the knife – like this. And be careful, it’s sharp you know.”
Johnnie scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You are so silly.”
“And then we kind of just…dip it in, like that. Hold the jar now. Good. Then we put it on the bread and kind of…move it back and forth… “
The marmalade is not quite going on the bread though, because Johnnie is looking at me. First, it’s a look of absurdity with one eyebrow cocked. But then his eyes sort of lose focus and his expression softens. My thighs are starting to burn from crouching, but his pouty lower lip is a fine distraction, and I find myself getting kisses for breakfast.
“MMnnn…mmnn….” My attention slips and my hand falls right on the toast. Our sweet kiss breaks apart when the plate clatters from the uneven distribution of weight, the knife falling to the table. “Oh! Oh, I got some on my finger.”
Johnnie giggles. “You don’t know how to spread marmalade on toast either, you imposter.”
That makes me giggle back. “
Now see here. I am quite capable, thank you. You tricked me by kissing me, and that was not very nice.”
“I kissed you? You kissed me,” Johnny insists. “I am innocent. I just want to eat my toast, drink my tea, and start my day but you had to go make a mess…” He takes hold of my hand and bring it to his slightly swollen lips. I watch, eyes wide, as he licks my finger with that little cat tongue. My cock hardens between my legs as he wraps his lips around my digit. “Oh god, Johnnie!” I gasp. I can’t bear the weight and fall down on my ass.
Johnnie gives me this sexy, coy smirk. “Well look at you, you’re just a mess. You’re on the floor now. We still haven’t finished spreading the toast.”
I swat him on the thigh, then use his muscular leg to help myself up. “Goddammit, you have approximately thirty seconds to finish your toast, because that’s how long it’s going to take me to get the lube.”
Johnnie’s eyebrows go up. “Right now?”
I point to the hallway where our bedroom is. “Right now.” I throw my shirt on the table. “Be right back.” I run to the secondary bathroom to grab the lube. Our master bath is still under renovation.

In the early morning sun, I undress my husband and spread him out on our bed. I settle between his legs and place a hand on his sternum. I pause before penetration to gift his mouth with bruising kisses, and Johnnie tangles his fists in my hair. Our coupling becomes a simple, intimate act, nothing fancy, nothing freaky. Just me arching over him, panting and sweating as I thrust in and out of the best, tight warmth. I slept with three other boys before I met Johnnie, and that night I knew that was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. The one I wanted to be inside forever.

The orgasm washes over us after sometime, and when we’re done hollering, we both go limp, entangled in limbs.
“Wow,” Johnnie says.
“Wow,” I agree, gasping.

Neither one of us mean to fall asleep. We wake up, overheating from being bathed in the sun. Johnnie groans and stretches, naked and sticky. “What time is it?”
I yawn and lift my head to see the nightstand clock. ”10:31.”
“Aw hell,” Johnnie sighs, rubbing his face with both hands. “We still have so much to do today.”
“Yeah, seriously. But I mean, we’re gonna get nothing done today.”
Johnnie turns to look at me. “Why not?”
“Did you see how long it took us just to put marmalade on toast?”

Johnnie throws his head back and rolls on the bed with laughter. Soon, I’m laughing too. Not just at my joke, but out of happiness, because I realize this is the first morning we made love in our new home. There will be hundreds if not thousands more like this, as we live the rest of our lives together.

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“Are you not enjoying our date?” Darren asks, face tight with concern.
Jaime drops his fingers and stops in the middle of the street. “May I be honest?”
“Yes?” he replies in a soft, cautious voice.
Jaime licks his lower lip and lowers his head. “You’re too wonderful to me. I feel that I cannot live up to how lovely you are to me. Right now, I’m miserable. I’m incredibly stressed about my exam, the aspirin is wearing off and my sprained ankle is aching, and I’ve been terribly hungry all day. Honestly I just feel so frustrated, I want nothing more than to sit down and throw a tantrum until someone just…takes care of me. I’m trying to focus on our date instead.”
Darren’s face changes. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt so poorly?”
“Because all I want is to spend time with you, but I feel like I’m squandering it,” Jaime replies, quickly brushing a tear off his check.
“Aww Jaime, you’re so tender right now, but you still tried to be so strong for me.” Darren kisses the tear streaming down his cheek, and is pleased to see it got Jaime to smile.
“Your lips…are um, very soft.” Jaime shouldn’t have been surprised that Darren took that as a hint to kiss him properly then, but he’s so stunned and the butterflies are going crazy in his stomach, that he just stands there frozen.
Darren waits for a response, hazel eyes sparkling.
“I feel immensely lighter now,” Jaime whispers.

Darren smiles and hooks his fingers with Jaime’s. “Why don’t we find a cafe, get you a nosh, get you some aspirin, then go back to your place to study?”
Jaime’s eyebrow go up. “Won’t that bore you?”
“The city will be here for other dates in the future. As long as we are spending time together, I’m fine.”
Jaime squeezes Darren’s hand. “You are wonderful. Let’s find a place with good desserts. I’m treating you.”
Darren groans. “Oh first you let me kiss you then ply me with sugar. I am helpless to this.”
Jaime laughs. “Too bad!”

Later, they were sitting in Jaime’s living room, Darren helping him with flashcards for his paramedic’s exam. A box of pastries, half consumed, was opened on the table, surrounded by tea cups. A soft rumble of thunder catches their attention, and the over-cast day becomes a rainy one.
They both looked out the window, then at each-other.
“If you hadn’t suggested we go in, we’d be out in the botanical gardens right now, soaked!”
Jaime blushes a little. “Hooray for my whining?”
“Hooray indeed.” Darren looks pleased with himself. He fingers a flashcard. “I perhaps may like to reward you for it later.”
“Reward me?”
“…Would it be uncouth to ask to spend the night Jaime?”
Jaime turns a fine shade of red. “That would be nice. I’m not sure if um, I’m ready you know…to go all the way…” he muttered, making a circular gesture with his hands.
Darren leaned forward and put a hand on top of Jaime’s foot that was elevated on the arm of the sofa. “Even if you just let me kiss and cuddle you, I’ll be happy.”
Jaime smiles and hides behind his textbook. He was going to let Darren do more than that.

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Alastair tugs on my sleeve. I tear my gaze away from the dancing revelers to look at him. He jerks his head slightly – as much as one tends to do when they have horns jutting out of their head that can injure someone. I raise an eyebrow and follow him away from the bonfires, the howlers, the witches trying to teach the drunk vampires their social dances. Alastair takes me over to the wooden tables where had our November Feast to celebrate another successful Halloween. All of the scraps had been cleaned up by the little dragons long time now. We are alone here, the woods to our back. The light from two full moons above us lit Alastair in a silvery glow. Small fairies left lazy trails of lights as they weaved in and out of the branches. Oh so romantic.

“So…” I begin, leaning on the counter, thrilled to be alone with him – finally.
Alastair looks at me and smiles. “I don’t know if you can tell, but ever since you got those tattoos with your latest evolution, you just look so unbelievably stunning that I keep staring at you?”
I blush. Only Alastair makes me show my emotion so easily. “I noticed a little,” I admit. “I don’t look weird?” I ask, holding out my arms.
“No, I love your hands black,” Alastair murmurs, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. His charcoal hair falls in a curtain around his face, tickling my wrist and arm. “Honestly, when I look at you, I am mostly just stumped that you stuck around to love someone like me.”
I scoff. “Don’t give me that nonsense.”
“No, I’m serious.” Alastair insists. “I hadn’t realized that I was putting on the personality people expected from me. They all know me, who my dad is, who we are, and they want me to live up to that expectation. You just stuck around for three years, loving me hard enough to teach me that I could be the demon I really wanted. I am so very lucky to have your affection.”
“Aww Alastair,” I sigh, pressing my hands over my robes, over my heart. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I open my mouth to say more but he put a hand up.
“At least let me say I love you,” I insist.
His face softens. “I will never tire of hearing that.”
Seeing him let his sarcastic, cocky guard down is such a rare thing that it makes my heart swell. “Alastair…”
“I uh,” he pats the pockets of his long coat nervously, the metal decorations jingling. “I just -um, don’t think I really show you enough that I care.” He takes something out of his pocket and thrusts it out to me with both hands. “I want you to have this.”
My hands fly to my mouth as I gasp. “Alastair, I can’t take that!”
Alastair looks at the jar holding the sliver of moon, shakes his head, and sets it on a wooden table. “Taking or not, that’s not the right word. It’s yours, Saphrael. You were coveting the prize since the Counsil announced it yesterday. Looking at it all love’sick. Honestly, you should have won it. You found that stray soul I could not. I wouldn’t have found it before the barrier closed for another year. I know you didn’t say anything to avoid embarrassing me, but you should have won it. Plus, it would make me happy knowing it was cherished.”
My chest hitches and I gently pick up the bottle with both hands, the pointed tips of my nails clinking against the glass. In it, the sliver of moon sparkled and shone. I sigh deeply. It’s truly beautiful. Rare as a meteor. As long as I kept it in the sun, it would never lose its glow. A symbol of love if there ever was once. I tuck it in my robe pocket over my heart and brush tears out of my eyes with my sleeve. “Thank you Alastair.”
“You are welcome.” He sighs in relief and wraps his arms around me. I lift my wings so he could get around my back. I press myself up against him, enjoying the sensation of the hard glass between us. Alastair, all six and a half feet of him, feels like a strong tree against me. He kisses the top of my head. “There is something else too…”
I nuzzle his collarbone, enjoying the faint smokey scent clinging to him. “Hm? What is it?”
He begins to pet my wing distractedly. “I think I finally have the courage to ask my father if he would approve me mating with you. But I have to ask you first, duh.”
I pull back from him and stare at him with giant eyes. “Alastair Mephistopheles, are you spinning elven yarns?” The sight of him nervous and stammering and flushed at the base of his horns makes my knees weak.
“No, I’m not – I, I – I want you,” he whimpers. “I want you to rule next to me, and to give you eggs that you always wanted and-”
I can’t help it. I throw my arms around him and press my lips against his hard, trying to burn my love into him like a brand. Tears stream down my face. “Yes, Alastair, a thousand seas, yes!”
He coughs out a laugh of relief and releases the air he was holding in his chest. “Holy hell, I thought I was going to faint asking you that!”
“I’m – I’m in shock you did!” I squeak.
Alastair pushes his hair over the side of his head, making it go everywhere. "It wasn’t until I actually said it out loud did I actually convince myself I did the right thing. I don’t know why I find it so easy to lead in the bedroom, but I am so scared of fucking up our relationship.”
I kiss him again. “Oh don’t you worry. You are doing everything right.”
“Oh, that’s good,” he chuckles. “Cause I still might faint.” He quickly brushes tears away from his eyes. “Now just to just tell my dad…”
I take his hand. “We’ll do it together.”
Alastair looks relieved. “Thank god.”

A deep howl punctuates the air. Dawn is an hour away. “I think you have to go officiate the closing ceremonies soon,” I note.
Alastair sighs. “I don’t want to officiate again this year. Why do they always make me do it?”
“Cause you look super hot up there orating and making fire come out of your hands?”
Alastair gives me a look. “You are biased. Any demon chick or baby orc can do that.”
“I’m sitll right,” I insist.
He chuckles. “So biased. What I really want to be doing is to take you to my chambers, make you that tea you like, and make love to you from dawn to dusk.”
I raise my wings a little in interest; goosebumps break out everywhere. “I would like that. Especially since I’m wearing that pretty bit of metal you got for my birthday this year…”
That gets his attention. “What? You are? Like right now? You’ve been wearing the ring this entire time?”
“Yes,” I say non-chalantly.
“You mean while you were collecting?”
The corner of my mouth lifts and I shrug. “Being a bit aroused makes my senses heightened. My powers weaken a little when I cross the barrier. It keeps me strong.”

Alastair’s eyes glow like embers. “Fuck, that is just unbelievably sexy.” His hand gathers my robe at my thigh and pushes it up so he can slide it under. “I think they can wait a little longer.” Alastair dips his head and begins to kiss my neck as he grabs my ass and pulls me against him. I put a hand on his horn and thrust back against him. “Y-yeah,” I stammer as the bottle presses into my ribs. “They will have to wait. Dawn’s a while out yet. “Mmm goodness you are hard in your breaches.” The scent of burning cedar fills the air, which by now, gets me randy automatically. I’m pretty sure what we are about to do will be brief. Alastair will want to take his time with me later, and I am fine with that. I don’t want to wait to celebrate becoming his!

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maxxie1129:

butt grabbing is very important in a relationship

Very

He’s watching Netflix on his tablet, on his belly. You’re reading the Wall Street Journal, propped up on pillows. Lazy Sunday morning in bed. Your eye drifts up to those tempting curves wrapped in grey cotton. They have shape now. They didn’t used to. Moving into a condo unit with a gym on the ground floor has been paying off. You decide your boy needs to know you’ve noticed. You lean forward a little to take a drink of water, just so it looks like you have an excuse to be moving. You set the water down, pick up your paper with your left hand, then reach over with your right and squeeze that firm meat. The boy’s ass tenses under your hand, and he looks over his shoulder at you. He raises an eyebrow. “Hey,” he says.
You give him a smirk and lean back with your paper. “Hay is for horses,” you reply, adjusting your glasses and turning the page.
He shakes his head and goes back to his Netflix special. Ten minutes later, a hand reaches up and squeezes your bicep. You glance over at his grip, then flex. He squeezes hard and rubs it, trying to hide a smile and look forward at the same time.

God he’s just the most precious thing. You bend to the side and kiss his fingers. That makes him look up at you.
“Hi,” you mouth, knowing he can’t hear you with the earbuds in.
He pops them out anyway. “What are you doing teasing me like that?”
“I can’t help it,” you say, “You make me want to kiss you.”
“Oh really? Cause if there’s kissing happening I want in on that…”
“Oh really?” you reply, mimicking him a little. You bend over the same time he pushes himself up and you meet for an awkward kiss that has you bumping noses and giggling.
“That’s not working,” he notes.
“It’s really not,” you reply, setting the paper aside and pushing his lifted shoulder down so he naturally rolls on his back. You set his tablet aside, pausing to pause it, and swing your leg over so you’re straddling his form. You have his attention now, eyes alert and glittering. You gather his hands and pin them into a pillow. He licks his lips like he’s nervous and you bend over and claim his mouth properly in a deep kiss. A groan percolates in his throat. Suddenly you can’t remember what that article was about, and you feel pretty stupid for reading that the whole time you could have been doing this. When was the last time you made out like teenagers again?

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fuckyeahdudeskissing:

Fuck Yeah Dudes Kissing. A place to see men kiss on Tumblr. Submit a kiss.

“Good morning.”
“Oh there you are. I was wondering where you went. I woke up, and the bed was empty.”
“Aww, don’t pout. I went to put on the coffee pot,” Damien replied.
“Mmn, coffee.”
“And look, I brought a friend,” Damien said with a smile, holding up Dustball.
“Aww you brought the chinchilla! Aw come here, baby, daddy wants to say hi,” Tristan cooed, holding out his hands.
Damien passed him their pet and Tristan snuggled the little fuzzball to his bare chest. “Aw you are so cute. Good morning.” He gave the chinchilla a kiss.
“What?” Damien said, “I don’t get one?”
“You made me wake up with a empty bed,” Tristan teased.
Damien scoffed and crawled back in. “Am I such a bad boyfriend that I wanted to kiss you with a clean mouth?”
“That’s nice of you, but I’m gonna get it dirty again. Get over here.” Tristan leaned forward and pushed against Damien for a deep, morning kiss.
“Mmnn….mmnnnn…oh god you are so good at this,” Damien chuckled.
“Cause you got the best lips, I swear,” Tristan replied. For a moment he forgot he was holding the chinchilla, until Dustball begin to squirm.
“Oh, I think our baby wants his breakfast,” Tristan noted, pulling away regretfully..
“I want breakfast,” Damien replied.
“So do I but…”
“But what?” Damien asked.
“Fuck me before coffee?” Tristan begged, reaching forward to rub Damien’s half mast erection under the sheets.
Damien moaned softly. “You fucking bet I will. Go feed your baby, then bring me the lube.”
“We can’t just…do it first?” Tristan asked, distracted.
“You want Dustball to watch us having sex?” Damien asked.
Tristan looked down at the thing, and made a face. “Ookkaay Dustball let’s go get your breakfast.”
Damien laughed. “Bring coffee when you come back! I got the lube right here.”

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thelambwhoruledlions:

It’s almost sweater weather!

“You like this sweater?” Brett asks.
“Yeah,” I grin, “You look good.”
He snorts. “Aren’t you punny.” He smiles anyway, and our lips meet for a searing kiss.

“Mmnn…” Brett purrs. “I liked that.”
I bless him with another, and start snaking my hands into his clothes as our make-out session intensifies. Almost involuntarily, I start tugging on them to get them off. I want to suck him. I want to get my mouth on him soon so I can feel him hardening against my tongue.
“Hey babe?” Brett asks.
“Yeah?” I ask, muzzy headed.
“If you like me in this sweater so much, why are you trying to get me out of it?”
I blink at him, momentarily knocked off my predictable orbit. He gives me a smug look, waiting for a reply.
I clear my throat. “Well, because I think right now, you don’t want to be in that sweater.”
“Oh?”
“I think you’d rather be in me,” I finish with a grin.
Brett groans. “That was terrible. But good. And you’re not wrong. I was cold a moment ago. Why is it suddenly so warm in here?”
I take my off shirt.
Brett oggles my abs. “Oh. That’s why.”

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