That one price and gaz thing you did…… I need to kiss gaz on prices cock RIGHT NOW
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no ok bc i read this as you saying you wanted to kiss gaz while he's riding price (muffled grunts turn erratic at the switch of their positions. kyle's breath stutters, his words petering into a warbled moan, and he tilts his head to the side to meet your gaze. he looks feverish. addicted. god, kyle is so beautiful. you crawl towards them, a plea dripping from your mouth, and it has john chuckling even as he gives you space. you slot yourself to their sides, pressing close. it's kyle who finally kisses you.)
n then backpedalled n thought that maybe you meant you wanted to kiss gaz while you're riding price (he’s hitting so deep, surely making a mess out of you. you dig your blunt nails on john’s back, holding on for tether, but he manhandles your body on his cock with smooth ease, it makes you hiccup. a tap on your mouth has you blinking your eyes open and you turn, tipping your head to the cushion. kyle greets you with his lips, their softness slotting against yours.)
n then bonked my head n thought that maybe what you really meant was that you wanna kiss gaz while the two of you are giving price head (your lips are sliding along his pulsing length, tracing the webbing veins, until your lips meet kyle's by the tip of john's cock. wet mouths sloppily glide against each other, and you two only remember to give half-hearted licks on price's weeping tip whenever you two feel a sharp tug on your hair—a warning from daddy to not forget about him.)
so now im passed out on a ditch
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simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.
“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.
“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”
there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.
“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”
“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”
simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.
your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.
he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.
“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”
“swear,” simon murmurs.
like a goddamn liar.
he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.
he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.
“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”
he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.
then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.
he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”
he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.
“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”
simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.
he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”
simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”
something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.
he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.
“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”
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