lowkey I kinda wanna top gaz or ghost out of curiosity on how they would react 🤔
gaz or ghost? gaz AND ghost. ranked competitive sex. the ol' good cock/bad cock.
they're both confident almost cocky but they show it very differently.
you tell gaz you wanna be on top this time.
"i'm fine with that," he says.
cool cool cool. easy. too easy, in fact.
he's smiling at you. "you want to be on top, you're on top." he says. "easy as."
so... you get to be the dominant one this time. he knows that's what you mean. right?
mm, harder sell. you wanna do his job? you're gonna need to prove you have what it takes. you're gonna have to work for it. talk like you mean it. don't whine, don't ask, don't just tell him what to do. command him.
and don't mess up.
nsfw ⬇
order him to take his clothes off. top him like you mean it--bounce on him like you don't need any help, because he's not helping you. and control yourself. edge him. don't show weakness. make him keep his eyes on you. keep his interest with your body, your voice, your tone.
(it's tough for him, feigning such precarious half-interest. pretending like you don't have a visegrip on his every atom. pretending like he's not suddenly understanding how it might feel to be possessed by a succubus. it's tough, but he's soldiering through because he's a great fucking teacher. this is good for you, you just don't know it yet.)
he's teaching you to use your whole body to tell him you're in charge. you need to make the rules.
if you don't--if you slip up--he'll make you sorry. he'll give you a crash course in how a mean dom operates.
(you might be able to collar him, but god help you if you fumble. the second you do, that o-ring choker is going on your neck, and his thumb is already hooked in.)
ghost--
ghost is a little easier to entice. he's a visual guy. he's a little smitten with anyone who approaches him first. you're offering to top him? to put your whole damn body on display? that's an act of service, baby.
even if you're doing it because you want to control the pace and the position, even if you want to take your own pleasure and act like you don't give a damn about his... you're still giving him exactly what he wants. if all he needs to do is lay back and shut up, he'll play your game.
not a tough job, either. not half bad. he could get used to this. nope, he's already used to it. he's thinking ahead--wondering what other dirty fantasies in that pretty head he could help fulfill.
then he shifts his hips down an inch to hit your sweet spot. you snap at him not to move.
his eyes flick up--from your hole squeezing his cock--to your face. strange sense of whiplash you're giving him--the instant flip from almost ignoring him to focusing squarely on him. negative attention or not, it's arousing. you shouldn't have done that.
"yeah?" he replies, voice low and rough. "you gonna make me?"
you don't have time to reply before he's shoving his hips up into you hard. one stroke, then two, then more, so slow and hard and deep your vision threatens to go white.
he's challenging you to keep ignoring him now.
"say it again," he growls. "tell me what to do one more time."
he reaches for your clit, and you fight him, grabbing his wrist, using it as leverage to sink down on him again, redoubling your pace.
you're both fighting to stay in control. ghost could overpower you easily but he's having fun. and you're putting on a hell of a show for him.
he'll contend with your attitude later. for now he just wants to keep you pissed off and horny enough to keep riding him like you've got something to prove.
riding ghost and gaz together...
you just know they're both talking at you, trying to get your attention as you fight like hell not to fall apart.
gaz is instructing you to sit up straighter, to clench your thighs so they don't shake, to control your voice--or keep it up, sweetheart. keep moaning like a slut if you want to be treated like one.
ghost is egging you on, enjoying how furious you're getting, how it makes you clench up and stutter when gaz says something that really gets to you. he tosses in his lot every so often to keep things going. like throwing a lit match into a pit of black powder and lead azide.
you're doomed. until.
you tell ghost to move his hands already so gaz can maneuver you by the hips instead.
that turns them against one another in negative two seconds.
suddenly they're critiquing each other. gaz smugly insinuates you're enjoying his technique more. ghost replies smoothly that it hardly matters to him; it's his attention you're after.
their back-and-forth gives you the precious time you need to clear your head. once you can finally fucking concentrate, you can push past all this edging you've been put through by stupid competition they've been having on you.
they keep one-upping each other and only half-notice what you're up to--until you throw your head back and make a sound of pure rapture, riding them both to completion. you throw yourself into the best orgasm of your recent life.
they're dead silent as you come down, grinding your hips in bliss as the final sparks of pleasure fizzle under your skin.
it sort of humbles them. but then again, it also inflates both their egos just enough to keep them from learning their goddamn lesson.
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