#better not tell this kid i have the word sexy on my asscheek

[communistkenobi-archive]

would like to hear more about kanan's tattoos 👀i've been thinking a lot about your post where you mention him marking up his body as a way to distance himself from the jedi

YEAH ok so this is an extremely overly complicated headcanon but I will try to explain my thought process on why I enjoy the idea of Kanan having a bunch of random shitty tattoos all over his body:

to start, the Jedi do not have personal property of any sort - everything they use is provided by the Temple, including basic necessities such as housing, food and clothing. and because the maintenance of your status as a Jedi has so much to do with physical and mental training, I don’t think it’s a stretch to consider one’s body as not your “own”, in the sense that it belongs to the Order above and beyond “belonging” to oneself. there is probably difference of opinion amongst Jedi over whether one’s body is primarily property of the Order or the Force itself, but regardless - your body is the domain of something greater than yourself, and you have to treat it as such.

So, Order 66 happens, there is no more Jedi Order. Visible displays of Force-sensitivity is a death sentence, and on more than one occasion in the A New Dawn book, Kanan thinks and talks about his connection to the Force as upsetting and enraging:

He’s openly flippant and critical of the Order (or at least, of Jedi beliefs), and seems to channel at least some of his trauma around losing Depa into thinking of it as a failure of the Order itself. which is an extremely sympathetic position for him to hold - he’s been told since birth that there is a reason for things that happen, that the Force has a plan bigger than any one person, and that the Jedi are, among many other things, scholars devoted to understanding what that plan exactly is. a loss as profound and as brutal as Order 66 is a direct contradiction to that - it was senseless (on the receiving end, at least), it was horrific, and it made the galaxy a demonstrably worse place to live.

SO, taking all of that build-up, Kanan now has to “do” and “be” a non-Jedi. there is no authority to turn to for guidance and no life-course for him to follow. his life no longer has meaning in any sense of word as he understands it. A New Dawn depicts him as considerably more angry and cavalier about the world than we see him in Rebels, and also introduces the idea that he has something of a substance use problem, if not outright alcoholism, prior to meeting up with and joining Hera. which is very obviously an un-Jedi-like vice to have! Jedi of course drink and eat and party, but moderation and self-discipline are such core components of their practice that a Jedi having an addiction would very likely be seen as a failure of character that needs correcting. he also abandons the whole “no romantic attachments” thing pretty quickly:

and so finally getting to my original point: I’m very enamoured with the idea that Kanan would extend that same disregard for his own health and bodily discipline to body modification itself. I know there are Jedi that have tattoos and piercings (Quinlan and Depa come immediately to mind), but those are meaningful markers that celebrate cultural ancestry or even their identity as Jedi. the kind of tattoos Kanan would get would reject that notion entirely - ie, tattoos that do not actually have any meaning aside from altering his body in some way. they would be things like those pre-made ones you find on tattoo sheets; random shit he sees graffitied on walls; even asking whoever is tattooing him to surprise him and draw or write whatever they want on him. the point is that there is no point, that they don’t mean anything. they are a specific rejection of discipline, of honouring history and celebrating meaning - they are meant only to be meaningless, and to mark him as a person who has little regard for his own body.

not only is that a coping mechanism, as well as a way to help blend in (who would suspect a guy with “SMILE YOURE ON CAMERA” tattooed on his ribs of being a Jedi), but it is a also a practice that distances himself mentally from the Force. if the Force makes him vulnerable, if it does not actually help those who devote their life to it, then Kanan is going to do everything in his power to tell it that the feeling is mutually, and very consciously buck back against all the moderation, discipline, and devotion he was taught was intrinsic to wielding it in the first place.

and then, finally, when he meets Hera, he realises that there is meaning to life, that there are things in the galaxy greater than himself worth pursuing, and that nihilism ultimately only hurts him. he can be angry at the Force and the Order for leaving him for dead and act out in various hedonistic and nihilistic ways, or he can turn that fury into something righteous and help the rebels craft a version of reality that is better for everybody. if that happens to force him back into using the Force, then perhaps it can be used for good after all - it just isn’t something that can be used for the good of the Jedi.

#sw.txt #questions in spaaace #kanan jarrus #and then he meets ezra and is like oh damn i have 2 be a good role model #better not tell this kid i have the word sexy on my asscheek #sw meta #rebels meta

[tothemeadow]

Saw the summer event and immediately came running- ok! Can I order a hotdog with ketchup and hot sauce, with a side of onion rings to share with Sanemi?? Please and thank you!

Glad to hear you're excited! Thank you for joining!

Summer Feelings Event

'love shack' / Shinazugawa S. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, public sex, fingering, dirty talk, slut shaming, impregnation kink

words: 1,249

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“Oi, oi, oi! I told you to watch your step, you brats!”

“Screw you, man! It’s not my fault that I got pinched by a crab!”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky and it’ll be a jellyfish next time!”

“Sanemi, knock it off,” you scold as you poke your head out of the lifeguard station. “They’re just kids.”

With a grunt, Sanemi lowers his megaphone. The kids – more like preteens – merely flip Sanemi off and take off running. “And it’s just a crab,” he snips. “They don’t have to scream bloody murder over the fucking thing.”

You scoff in amusement. “Just wait until you have your ownkids.”

At that, Sanemi snaps his head in your direction, his eyes going wide. “Are you… pregnant?” he asks, voice dropping low.

“No,” you say with a snort. You hold back a huff of laughter as his muscles visibly loosen. “Well,” you continue, a mischievous lilt to your tone, “unless you want me to be.” You innocently bat your eyes at him.

Dragging a hand down his face, Sanemi glances to either side of the station, looking for any potential voyeurs. “Didn’t peg you as the type to want to do it during work,” he throws back, his tone nearly matching yours.

“You didn’t peg me yet.”

“…Ah, shit.”

Before you know it, Sanemi is storming around the corner of the station, grabbing onto your forearm and forcibly yanking you out of the public’s sight. You giggle at his burst of excitement and the glare he throws your way. You always know what buttons to push, don’t you? Looking sexy as hell in the little one-piece swimsuit, hair pulled back and away from your neck – fuck, if you don’t drive him crazy on a regular basis.

“Someone’s acting like a needy slut, aren’t they?” Sanemi growls as he backs you into a corner. His tanned skin smells like sand and salt water, warm to the touch and just begging for your hands to drift all over him. Bright red trunks hang from his lithe hips, the waistband low enough to show off his V-line and the light trail of hair underneath his belly button. “Whatcha looking at, sweetheart?” he sneers.

“Something tasty,” you merely say.

A growl slips through Sanemi’s lips as he pushes a muscular thigh between your legs. “Dirty little troublemaker, thinking about cock while you’re on the job.” He clicks his tongue. Reaching around, he promptly slaps your ass, a slight smirk coming to his face when the tiniest noise graces his ears. “What was that? Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked that, huh?”

“You like it just as much, buddy,” you taunt.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

That’s the last fucking straw. Another angry noise rumbles in Sanemi’s chest as he shoots forward, claiming your lips in a fiery kiss. Shit, you don’t even know if it can be called that; it’s nothing but a mess of tongues and bites, and it doesn’t surprise you that Sanemi’s cock stirs to life against your thigh. He’s always liked it rough, after all. He only further proves that point as he steadily rocks you against his thigh, flexing the muscle and smirking whenever you moan into his mouth.

“Stupid fucking thing,” he breathes, pulling away and mouthing at your jaw instead. He means your swimsuit, obviously, especially with the way he keeps snapping the edges digging into your asscheeks. “This ain’t no uniform – this is a tease.”

A surprised noise bursts from your throat as he hanks the straps down your arms, causing your breasts to pop out. Your nipples stand to attention, looking deliciously pert and oh so welcoming. “That’s fucking better,” Sanemi snarls. Dropping his mouth, he eagerly lathers your breasts with attention, sucking in each nipple one at a time while a hand plays with the other.

It doesn’t take long for his other hand to reach down between your legs and push the fabric of your swimsuit to the side. You slap a hand over your mouth as two fingers easily push their way inside your pussy. Sanemi openly groans around a breast, his thumb seeking out your clit and rubbing circles into it.

“Shit, you really are a slut, huh? Feel how fucking wet you are, baby? We’re in public, don’t you know?” A wicked smile blooms on his face. “Think you can keep it down while I fuck you dumb?”

“Sanemi-“ You cut yourself off with a squeal as he slaps your ass again.

“Answer the question.”

With a feeble nod, you reach down and hold your swimsuit away from your quivering pussy. Sanemi sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth, his gaze flickering between your sopping cunt and the desperate look on your face.

“Now that’s a good little slut.”

Shuffling his trunks off, his cock springs to attention, the tip red and oozing precum. A hand drifts down your thigh, clenching onto it in a strong hold before hiking it upwards and settling in on his hip. His cockhead brushes against your slit, gathering your arousal; you groan as he rocks his hips into you, his cock just barely slipping past your folds.

“Sanemi, come on, just fuck me already-“

“You said you wanted me to get you pregnant, right? Maybe I should - you know, pump all my cum into that tight cunt of yours and make your belly swell. You’d like that, huh? Be all fucking swollen with my kid? Lemme make you mine¸ baby, and let everyone else know, too.”

“Oh, Jesus,” you breathe. Sanemi sucks in another breath when a fat drop of slick gushes onto his cock.

“Good slut. I’m gonna fuck you know, got it? Hopefully I don’t break a wall.”

And shit, he does; his cock slips inside you and fucks you good, all nice and deep. You deserve this because you’re a fucking tease, just a little slut wanting a healthy dose of cock and wanting her insides painted white. Oh, and Sanemi is here to deliver. He sucks on your bouncing tits while he ruts into you, groaning whenever your velvety walls refuse to let him go. You cling onto him for dear life, eyes rolling into the back of your head once he focuses on your g-spot and rams his cockhead into it.

“Fuck,” Sanemi seethes, his hand slapping your ass again. “You’re so fucking hot, holy shit.” You can tell he’s getting desperate, that his orgasm is drawing closer. He snarls into your ear like a wild animal, his relentless pace turning sloppy. “I’m gonna cum in you, you little slut. I’m gonna fill your fucking insides and make you all nice and big. You can do that for me, yeah? Be my sexy little mama?”

It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but holy shitdo your insides squeeze around his cock, just as eager to have him shoot his load into you. His fingers play with your clit while he pants into your ear, his hips jerking unevenly as his orgasm finally washes over him.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he grunts. “Cream on my cock, baby. I swear to god if you don’t I’ll make sure you won’t walk-“

His filthy words are enough to do you in; with a hand muffling your shout, you convulse around him. The fingers hanging onto his shoulder dig into the muscle, leaving crescent shapes in their wake.

Hehe, all in a day’s work, you guess.

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Tag list @tokito-inosukes-wife @honey-deerling @heyitssonnnyx

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #shinazugawa sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #summer feelings event

[dabiboy]

This one hit me hard jsxjs and I write it, hope you guys like it👀

A Tight Hug

Things were going crazy. Villians against heroes, or better said, ideologies vs ideologies. You were never a villian but either a hero, however you did share some of the thoughts and values the League had. How could those humans call themselves heroes? They made mistakes, but no one ever judge them, or worse, they never paid for the wrongs things they did. And Endeavor's case was the best proof.

You understood Dabi's feelings, his emotions and his motives, what drove him until this point, how could you say something else? You couldn't, and that's why you stood in your place once you saw what was he doing. Sitting in front of a tv, exposing his bare torso probably for the first time to someone else other than you and his reflection. You heard every single word, and couldn't help to feel your heart clenching at them. He had done bad things, horrible things. But who were you to judge after knowing his backstory? Every action has a reaction, and that was Dabi's way of doing it.

Thinking about what should have been like for him was tearing you apart, he was just a kid. Someone who had no idea what to do other than trying to accomplish what his father wanted, an innocent and weak kid trying not to get hit.

Your thoughts were over once you didn't hear his voice, and when you looked back at him he was now standing, he let out a sigh. Yes, he could look like a maniac and a crazy someone, especially when he was fighting. But now? He looked tired, down. He looked weak despite looking physically strong, which was kind of weird because with his normal clothing he looked a bit lanky, and this time, shirtless as you've seen him many times he looked stroger. His shoulders were broader, just as his torso ad his arms.

"Pretty sure I broke them" He said walking you way.

"Yeah, I think you did"

Without saying anything else, Dabi wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest, his cheek resting on your shoulder as you ran your hands along his back, feeling the warmth of his skin and the coldness of the staples. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly and allowing himself receive affection, only from you.

"All of this is so damn fucked up" You heard him uttering.

"And when it hasn't been?" Letting out a laugh, you pulled apart to look at him, a hand caressing his cheek.

"Why are you still here?" Dabi asked, looking right in your eyes.

"Because I know that in this hierarchy we live in, things are not right. There's no justice, no demoracy. Everyone lives for themselves and now one thinks about the rest, heroes are heroes because they have an image, and they need to protect it. And if they fail? Their sins are going to be covered. I don't agree with that" you simply said, turning your eyes away from him at such a sudden confesion. Dabi chuckled.

"I think those reasons made me fall for you" He raised an eyebrow "That and your sexy ass" you laughed at the slap on your asscheek. "Thank you for... For being such a badass and stay by my side" his voice was low again.

"You don't need to thank me for that, Dabi. I know you, I see you. I love you and nothing's gonna change that" you pressed a kiss on his chin.

"Yeah, I love you too you dollface" his hand caressed your cheek this time, looking at you in an oddly soft way.

"Oh no, don't do that"

"Do what?"

"This. Being soft"

"You're crazy. You always tell me to be softer with you and not just a horny mother fucker. Now I'm being a soft shit and you ask me to stop?" He let out a soft laugh.

"Is not that, idiot. You do it whenever things are... Rough. Because you think you are not coming back. Like ever again"

"It might happen. Is not like I had high life expectations"

"Dabi" you said almost complaining.

"Don't Dabi me" he used your hand to lift your face by the chin "Hey, look at me. My ass might die soon, so don't pull me away now. I fucking love you, Ok? Now come here, don't think about shit like that."

He held you back again, this time your cheek was resting on his chin as he played with your hair and he pressed a kiss on top of your head. Dabi was a fucked up human being, and even like that he was there to hold you, to kiss you, to love you. You gave him back his smile, and that was all he cared about, you. Not even his sooner death was important.

#bnha+dabi #dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #boku no hero academia #dabi headcanons #dabi imagine #mha dabi

[danurso]

Eat your words

(Felt like writting something for my OTP, and here it is)

*During yang’s 11th birthday party*

Alexander: so, are you ready big guy?

Jaune: *shaking nervously* y-yeah, i think i am.

Irina: great, now go there and make mommy proud. *pushes jaune forward*

Jaune: o-okay. *walks towards yang*

Raven: what are you two planning?

Irina: ohh nothing much.

Ghira: should we be concerned? Last time you were planning ‘nothing much’ was during the parents reunion on school last year.

Irina: what about that?

Ghira: *deadpans* we found you beating winchester to an bloody pulp because his son pushed jaune from the slope.

Irina: MY BABY BOY HURT HIS LEG BECAUSE OF THAT!! DID YOU EXPECTED ME TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!?

Ghira: *sighs in defeat*

Kali: *sheepishly* just forget about it honey, you know how irina is protective with her kids.

Qrow: not only her, you womans are all crazy when it comes to that.

Summer: *with a cute smile and a dark murderous aura around her* even me honey?

Qrow: *sweating bullets* err...i...i mean that...i...im sleeping on the couch right?

Summer: yup.

Qrow: *sighs* goddamit.

Tayang: *snort* pussywhiped.

Raven: did you say something?

Tayang: *flinches* n-nothing! N-nothing at all, hehehehe...

Raven: *rolls her eyes* thought so. So, are you going to tell us what you’re planning or should we call the ambulance already?

Irina: don’t worry about that, it's just that jaune wanted to say something to yang, i just helped him to choose the right words *proudly* although he was the one who did most of the job on his own.

Alexander: i still think we should’ve gone with my idea.

Irina: *deadpans* if he followed your advice it would be just like our first meeting.

Alexander: *blushes* h-hey, i thought that was pretty smooth okay?

Irina: darling, i love you, but your pick up lines were always anything but smooth, if your mother didn’t smacked some sense into your thick skull we probably wouldn’t be married today. now shut up, he’s about to say it.

Tayang: wait, what is jaune going to say to my little princess?

Irina: shush it already!

...

Weiss: why do i still come to your parties?

Yang: cause we’re friends!

Ruby: best friends!

Blake: and probably because you have no other friends then us.

Yang: that too...now stop being a party wrecker, lets play!

Weiss: i-

Jaune: *nervously* h-hey girls.

Weiss: *rolls her eyes* great, you invited mr.scraggly too?

Ruby: don’t be mean weiss! jaune is our friend too!

Weiss: whatever...what do you want?

Jaune: err...i...eh...y-yang...?

Yang: that's my name.

Jaune: *blushing* t-there's s-something i want to say to you.

Yang: sure, spill it out vomit boy.

Jaune: o-okay. *pulls out a small thorn paper* I-i’ll be the warrior to f-fight for our love.

We will fly t-together, fly higher t-than the dove.

I’ll be y-your wall and shield you from d-danger.

I’ll t-take all the pains, for t-to me they are no stranger.

Y-you’ll be the q-queen in the kingdom of m-my heart.

And t-then I’ll be the k-king, so we’ll n-never be apart.

Y-you’ll be my majesty, I w-will serve you f-forever.

A-and for all of t-the times, I w-will leave you n-never.

My l-love f-for you, for sure has n-no end.

So t-tell me y-yang *blushes even more* would you b-be my g-girlfriend...?

Mothers: awwwwwwwww

Tayang: what the- what does he think he’s do-

Raven: *holding his shoulder tightly* don’t get in the way.

Tayang: *nervously* o-okay.

Yang: .

Yang: ..

Yang: ...

Yang: pfffhahahahahahaha! Where does this poem came from!? Its so cheesy it's hilarious!

Jaune: *deflated* oh...okay...sorry...i-i thought you would like but i guess i was wrong... *starts to walk away while tearing up*

Yang: but i did like it.

Jaune: w-wait, reall-

Yang: *kisses his cheek* yup, i loved it.

Jaune: *blushing* s-so that means...

Yang: i would love to be your girlfriend.

Jaune: r-really?

Yang: *nods*

Jaune: okay...i-i’m really happy...j-just give me a moment so i can- *passes out*

Ruby: JAUNE!! *kneels besides him* WAKE UP!! DON’T WALK TOWARDS THE LIIIIGHT!!!

Weiss: are you really going to date him, as like, your first boyfriend ever?

Yang: why not?

Weiss: yang, he’s an avid nerd, he’s always talking about x-ray and vav, he has no motor coordination, he’s short, ugly and is scraggly as a stick, why would you even consider this idea?

Yang: He’s a nice friend, and i think he would do a great boyfriend.

Weiss: *sigh* it's your funeral, im not going to say anything about it.

Yang: careful weiss, you’ll end up eating your words like this.

Weiss: i highly doubt that.

*on the beach ten years later*

Ruby: WEISS!! *tackles weiss*

Weiss: LET GO YOU DOLT!!

Ruby: NO!! I MISSED YOU!!!

Blake: let her breathe ruby.

Ruby: *pouts* okay... *lets her go*

Weiss: *sighs getting up and wiping the sand out of her* five years, i’ve been out for only five years and this is what happens when i get back?

Ruby: *still pouting* you shouldn’t have picked a college so far away from us.

Yang: well, at least you had the decency to show up in our family barbecue.

Weiss: it was the only opportunity i had, final exams will start next month so i need so relax a bit before digging back in the studies.

Yang: wow, you learned how to relax! Are you sure you’re really weiss?

Weiss: shut up you idiot!

Blake: it's her, absolutely.

Weiss: please, don’t start you to- *phone goes off* No. Way. In. Hell. *turns phone off*

Ruby: who is it?

Weiss: neptune.

Ruby: your boyfriend?

Weiss: ex-boyfriend, caught him cheating on me a month ago.

Yang: wow...it must be tough, i'm sorry for you ice queen.

Weiss: *sigh* don’t be, i knew i shouldn’t trust him. Men are all the same, you can’t trust any of them.

Yang: nah, not every man is like that.

Weiss: really? So you never had to deal with an asshole of a boyfriend before?

Yang: nope.

Weiss: so you never really had any problems at all? Wait, forget about it, you used to date jaune when we were kids so of course you had problems.

Yang: i actually never really had any problems with him.

Weiss: are you serious right now? Just the fact that you used to date him already counts as several problems.

Yang: not actually, jaune was always the perfect boyfriend. He was really shy in the beginning but he got a lot better with the time.

Weiss: forgive me if it's hard for me to believe in that.

Yang: it's okay ice queen, every group of friends needs their sceptic one right?

Weiss: *rolls her eyes* right...i never really asked you, but how did you two break up? Was it long after i went to college?

Yang: *grins* who said anything about me and jaune breaking up?

Weiss: wait...don’t tell me you’re still dating him.

Yang: okay, then i won’t tell you that i’ve been in a happy and healthy relationship with him for the last ten years.

Weiss: ...i can’t believe in you, how did you managed to stand besides that short, ugly and scraggly idiot for so long.

Yang: because i really love him, and well...the fact that he's not so short, scraggly or ugly anymore does help a lot.

Weiss: what do you mean with tha-

Jaune: *hugs yang from behind* hey there sunshine.

Yang: hey there ladykiller. *turns around kissing him*

Jaune: sorry for the late, my sisters were trying to convince my dad to get a new grill and throw the old rusty one away.

Yang: it's okay, i don’t mind.

Jaune: ...weiss? Its you? It's been awhile, how are you?

Weiss: *frozen staring at the tall, handsome and defined blonde wearing swimming trunks, a tank shirt and standing before her* w-who are you?

Jaune: it's me, jaune. You don’t remember me?

Weiss: o-of course i remember you! But when did you got so...so...

Yang: *with a grin* Hot? Handsome? Stunning? Sexy?

Weiss: *blushing* tall.

Jaune: *sheepishly* i think it came along with the age, i didn’t noticed until yang pointed it out.

Weiss: *still blushing* h-how didn’t you noticed that!? Anyone can see it clearly but you only noticed when your girlfriend pointed it out!?

Yang: ex-girlfriend ice queen.

Weiss: w-what!? Didn’t you just said that you and him were in a healthy relationship!?

Yang: and we are, but im not his girlfriend anymore *grins showing her a diamond ring* i’m his bride.

Weiss: ......YOU’RE WHAT!?!?

Yang: i actually wanted to talk to you about this, our marriage is going to happen in about seven months, and i wanted you to be one of my bridesmaids since blake already is my maid of honor.

Weiss: ......i-i really don’t know what to say.

Jaune: just accept it, yang really wanted you to be one of her bridesmaids.

Weiss: i’ll think about it, its too much information for my brain to process in such a small amount of time.

Jaune: take your time, you have seven months to think in a answer.

Weiss: r-right.

Jaune: now if you excuse me, sun challenged me to an surf competition and i need to show him who’s the king of the beach.

Yang: okay, i’ll be cheering for you.

Jaune: thanks sunshine.

Yang: no prob handsome *leaning against his chest* now be sure to win okay? If you do, then you can be sure that the title of ‘king of the beach’ isn’t the only reward you’ll gain today~ *winks*

Jaune: *blushes slightly* okay, then you better let this reward ready, cause i'm not losing to anyone right now.

Yang: thats what i wanted to hear *slaps his asscheek* now go there and show him who’s boss!

Jaune: yes ma’am! *takes off tank shirt and bolts towards the water*

Weiss: *blushing and staring at his perfect chest and abs*

Yang: *chuckles*

Weiss: *blushing* w-what’s so funny!?

Yang: it's nothing, i'm just thinking about a stuck up girl i met several years ago, and that always said a lot of bad things about jaune, but now she’s drooling all over him. Isn’t that funny?

Weiss: *blushing more* IT'S NOT!!!

Yang: ready to eat your words now? I said you would regret, didn't i?

Weiss: SHUT UP!!! I DON’T CARE ABOUT THAT BIG STUPID IDIOT!!

Yang: hey! Jaune is not stupid nor idiot *with a perverted grin* although i will admit, he is big reeeally big.

Weiss: *atomic red* i hate you...so fucking much...

Yang: love you too ice queen, but now please take your eyes out of my future husband’s abs, the only one allowed to ogle at them is me.

Weiss: *angry embarrassed noises*

#rwby #jaune arc #dragonslayer #yang xiao long #jaune x yang #ruby rose #blake belladona #weiss schnee

[ontherockswithsalt]

A Made Man

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A/N: Might as well light this candle up on tumblr dot com. Prepare yourselves for some serious trash. Adult content warning. I don’t need to like, warn people about butt activities anymore right? I mean... 

Thanks for taking this ride with me this year! I hope the holidays are good to you, bringing joy and happy times. Kick back with a Joble update. Enjoy!

Chapter 17.

“The universe is scheming to torture me.”

I smirk at Noble’s complaint through the phone as I sink back against my couch cushions. “Mm yeah? That’s my job.”

“There’s a slight adjustment to the plans.”

“Guess how shocked I am.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m difficult,” he concedes. “The job we were supposed to finish today, we didn’t finish. So I have to go in to work in the morning.”

A loud groan resounds in my chest and I reach for the remote control with my free hand to turn down the volume on the news channel. “You suck, Nick.”

“It should only take a few hours and I’ll be free by the afternoon.”

“Well that’s not bad.”

“I was thinking instead of me picking you up at the airport, you could take a cab to my place,” he suggests. “I’ll leave you a key and you can just wait for me here.”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

“And I’ll make it up to you however you want.”

“However I want?” I contemplate the possibilities.

“Mm-hm.”

“I want a lot of things this weekend.”

“God, me too,” he sighs. “The latest picture you sent me the other day has been useful.”

With a soft laugh, I run a hand up my face and tip my head back. What had started as an impulsive, tipsy decision -- after the happy hour I had with Vinny to send Noble a late night picture in bed of my hand grasping my dick -- had escalated into a series of back and forth photos between the two of us over the last several weeks. Just a few. Some more teasing than others.

He adds, “But it only sustains a man so long.”

“Well… tomorrow, I can do a lot better than a picture.”

We hadn't been able to wait long after Noble left New York to schedule another visit. Tell me the first weekend you're free and I'm getting you down here, he had insisted. And I shamelessly didn't refuse him.

Whatever phase we're in right now in this relationship has me uncharacteristically gratified, content, bordering on chipper. It's ridiculous. Even my sergeant and some of the other officers at the 12th noticed. But I was happy to keep the reason to myself for now, and aside from Vinny, nobody else knows.

***

It's a quick getaway to Miami with a late morning flight out of LaGuardia. I tell myself I can pull off not letting my family know about this trip considering I'm due back to New York in time for Sunday dinner. Plus two trips to Miami in the span of two months would surely set off a relentless inquisition from everyone at that table.

In a cab, I relay Noble's address to the driver and settle back to check my phone. I open up my messages and see where our last exchange left off, earlier in the day with a couple of easy good morning texts where he wished me a safe flight. I let him know I’ve landed and I’m on my way to his place, figuring he won’t see it until he takes a break at work.

Then I slip sunglasses onto my face and tip my head back to observe the view from my window.

***

“You there?”

“I’m here.” I tell him, pacing his living room. “Your neighbors and their kids wandered over to use the pool, though. So I told them that was cool and we could all hang out--”

“What?” He scoffs in a panic through the phone.

I can’t help my lazy chuckle as I slide one of his paperbacks into place on his bookshelf, then tip out another one to glance at the cover. “I’m just kidding.”

“Why would you joke with me? I’m way too wound up for that shit.”

“Are you almost here?”

“In like, ten minutes,” he answers. “And there’d better not be anyone else over there because I have loud, filthy plans for you and only you, man.”

I smirk. “Aww.”

“That was romantic, wasn’t it?”

“It was. I’m touched,” I muse. “Oh hey. I found all your spanking porn--”

“Shut up,” he coughs out a laugh and the deep throaty sound of it makes me smile, the memory flaring in my chest. “You wish.”

“Just get here.”

“Ugh,” he groans. “Fine. I love you.”

“I love you.” And then I end the call, amused as I decide on one of his books and turn to sink back to the couch with it.

A few quiet minutes pass before I hear the closing of his car door, then the sound of his keys. It makes my heart hot just hearing it and I don’t miss the unexpected swoop of my stomach in anticipation of him.

“Hey, hey!” He announces. “I told you it wouldn’t take long.”

Sitting up, I glance toward his entryway and watch him approach the kitchen, straight from work looking every bit dirty and spent and used as the clichés I'd imagined.  “Oh damn, look at you.”

He exhales a long breath and drops his keys into a dish on the counter. “I know. Don’t judge me until after I’ve taken a shower.”

“Too bad,” I tell him. I toss the book aside and get up to meet him. I don’t even hide the obvious fall of my gaze as I assess him in jeans and a muddy white t-shirt. His skin, grimy with remnants of dirt along his forearms, glows from sun and sweat and I’ve never seen him look quite like this but damn.

He groans aloud, tipping his head back as he stretches. “God. Come here,” he sighs as I approach. “You’re like the best thing I’ve seen in weeks.”

I reach out and grasp him around the shoulders as he pulls me in to him. I rock my weight against him and feel the breath leaving his back as his muscles contract and arch beneath my touch.

“Do I smell good?” He wonders, burying his face into the side of my neck.

I return the affection, breathing him in at the collar of his t-shirt before I press a kiss on the underside of his jaw. “No,” I laugh. “You're nasty.”

That heavy chuckle echoes in my ear. “That's why I said let me shower.”

“But I'm into it.” I close my teeth on the edge of the shirt, tugging gently at the neck.

A little grunt of appreciation escapes him. “Then get in with me, you sick fuck.”

I don't argue and we manage to get ourselves to the shower just off his room, the trail of our clothes left behind. Surrounded by large, steamy glass and tile walls, his shower certainly outdoes mine back home.

Glancing down, he lets the hot water rush down the back of his neck. I take my time to watch -- and occasionally help -- as sudsy paths skim his chest where he drags a washcloth. They linger, teasing the slick lines of his abdomen until the spray of the shower washes them away.

“Wait--” Moving in behind him, I dip my head back into the water, sliding wet hands up my face. “Can you… go back outside and pretend like you got soaked by the sprinklers and you had to take your shirt off and knock and ask if you can borrow a towel --”

Playfully, he turns and shoves me away but chases me just as fast, his hands grasping for my waist. With impatient movements, but still this dreamy vibe between us because I've missed him so damn much, I skate my palms down his chest.

“You'll be like--” He starts, reaching up to rake fingertips back through my hair. “Uh… Sure but my wife won't be too happy if she comes home and the floor is all wet.”

My head falls back as I crack up and Noble follows against me.

He goes on, “And I'm all-- Something tells me your wife wouldn't be happy about this either. And then we like, fuck on the kitchen table or something.”

My face falls against his neck as my amusement tapers off. “How much porn have you been watching?”

“You started it with the sprinkler scenario.”

“Uh-huh.” I just manage a throaty hum before I latch one hand on the back of his head and capture his lips with my own. I lean into him, hooking my other arm around his neck as his hands grasp my sides.

He tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, just enough to murmur along the ridge of my jaw, “I missed you so goddamn much.”

My heavy chest forces a noisy exhale into the air above his head. Then his slippery hand drops to my balls, paying them attention that makes my legs weak and I let out another loud sigh. “I missed you too. You’ve gotta stop leaving.” I mumble the words before my mouth falls hard on his.

The way he tastes never fails to provoke me, rousing these secret corners of my pulse. My breath comes out harder and my heartbeat suddenly thuds from the hot stroke of his tongue across mine.

His hand skates underneath me, then all the way up in a fist along my stiff shaft. I love the way his hands just take control, all over me. Then his fingers slip down the sensitive crevice at my taint and I almost start to ride them, my hips rocking against his I want it so bad.

He groans when I do, lifting his chin to peer down at me with this heavy gaze that’s fucking sexy, the way his wet lips part while he watches me.

“Is this what you missed?” He wonders, just as the tip of his finger pushes slick between my cheeks, right at the rim of my ass.

A breathy laugh escapes me as I arch my head back. Sliding my grip up the path of his triceps, I tell him, “I missed everything.” Then I lift a coy eyebrow and flick my gaze to his wandering hand.  “Is that what you missed?”

“What, this ass? Fuck yeah I did.” He raises a free hand to the edge of my jaw and kisses me, strong and soft but with this needy curl of his fingers as they trail to the back of my head. With a couple steps, he traps me against the wall.

Impatiently, my hand wraps around his cock right at my hip. But he lets out a broken breath and shakes his head as he adjusts. “No, just you right now,” he rasps. And then he tugs at the back of my thigh until I lift it to plant one foot on the built-in ledge along one wall of his shower.

He dives in closer, hands back at work, one slipping down underneath my bent leg, coasting just between my asscheeks once again until I feel the slow circling of his fingertip at my opening.

“Ahh, god.” I push my head back against the wet tile and my eyes close as I mumble a content but tortured moan. It just vibrates there in my chest.

Then his other hand strokes my dick, idly grazing a loose fist there. He leans in and kisses me again and I muffle a gravelly sigh against his mouth. Holding him to me, digging fingers into his wet hair, I rock against the teasing rhythm of both of his hands.

Just when I want more of that slippery middle finger, he pulls off my mouth and mutters, “Turn around.”

Dazed, my eyelids heavy, my bottom lip stung, I hesitate a moment. Then I glance at the wall behind me and offer Noble a smirk. “Something back there you want?”

He laughs, “Yeah and it's mine” before pulling on my arm and I make no effort to resist him.

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip and my head tips back with my amusement as I turn away from him.

“But it's been a while,” he murmurs the words along the back of my neck. “So if you've forgotten--”

I glance over my shoulder. “Forgotten who my ass belongs to?”

He breathes a low chuckle at the curve of my shoulder. “You better not have.”

“I don’t know. Remind me.” Reaching back, I close my fist around his thick shaft, urging him into me.

“Oh-ho, you act like I’m just gonna pound your ass because it’s been so long and that’s all I want, huh?”

Restless, I press my lips together and gaze up the rainy wall in front of me. “I didn’t say that.”

Then I feel his lips at my shoulderblade while he grips hard at one asscheek. “So impatient.”

I let out a loud groan and slide my palms up the wall in front of me before I rest my forehead there. “Don’t be mean.”

His hand coasts down my back, along my sides and I feel another kiss there, lower. Then again trailing the path of my spine. “Is this mean?”

“Tease,” I mutter the accusation against the back of my hand.

Then he grasps my hips and tugs them back. Pushing my hands against the wall to hold myself up, I look down to see he’s behind me on his knees.

His palm clenches the curve of my ass and I feel his fingertips squeeze. He massages it around until his other hand joins in, eventually skimming the crease along the center and his thumbs part me.

Even though I’m completely anticipating it, I still suck in a surprised hiss of air when his tongue grazes me. I call out, a loud swear as I close my eyes and push my head against the backs of my hands.

He only teases for a moment before he pulls me back against him even more, holds tight to my ass and buries his mouth deep.

I won’t be able to stand up, he’s got me shaking already. The light behind my eyes is swirling. Fuck, fuck, he’s so good it’s insane. The steady, unhurried, but still ravenous devotion from his tongue is enough to nearly make me lose it. And the way he muffles these growling moans there is so hot I’m gonna fucking kill him.

I feel him ease back and then I exhale a ragged, desperate breath when he just barely circles a fingertip right there at the rim of my ass.

“Oh my god, fuck,” I cough out, pushing back against him. I want him inside me so bad, I want him to fuck me with those fingers, but he doesn’t. He just traces the most cruel path, the faintest tight little stroke.

He groans again with this rapt fascination, like he’s so appreciative and I can’t even hate him like I want to.

I just let another moan rattle in my throat and push my head against my hands.

“You still need reminding?” He speaks up behind me.

Another hard exhale leaves me. “What, who owns my ass? It’s you.”

He laughs, loud from his chest and I can’t help but smile at the sound.

“God damn,” I add, weary as I hang my head. I could easily flip around and put an end to the tease. Pull him onto that ledge and tell him to cut it the fuck out and ride him until he fills me the way I need him to. I don’t know, blame it on my typical disciplined resolve, but I won’t challenge him. I’ll take it as long as I can because a part of me loves the painfully delayed gratification.

He hums another approving note as he moves back in and flicks another few wet strokes of his tongue before he tells me, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

I have to scoff as I turn to look back at him. “It sure seems like you can.”

“I want to make you come here first,” he tells me.

A heavy breath pounding my chest, I reach back for him with my other hand. I grasp his hair, pulling him closer. Fuck, oh my god. I could ride his face I'm so needy with the way I arch against him.

I swallow hard and turn my head once again to rest against the wall. I grasp my own dick, it’s practically throbbing, and tilt my hips back.

I feel him ease up on his knees and he groans as he moves deeper spreading my cheeks and just fucking devouring me.

Letting go of his hair, I steady myself against the wall, jerking my cock until I succumb to an annihilating orgasm. It overtakes me in wrecking waves that just keep crashing into me. I flinch with another just as soon as I think they’ve left.

Finally I find the air I need and I prop my forearm on the wall to hang my head, letting the spray of the hot shower ease my pounding heart.

Something tells me this trip is going to be anything but a quiet twenty-four hours...

#jamie x noble #well it certainly didn't take long for jamie to get back to miami #he likes the culture and the nightlife okay #jk he's there for that dick #get it jamie you deserve it

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Thats Just Wrong Part 2

“Does it hurt, baby boy?”

“Oh Daddy it aches so bad…”

“Then let me kiss it and make it better.”  Tony was barely done with the words before he was pressing his mouth to Peter’s shaft, kissing upward, treasuring every sound that it produced.  Peter was so far gone - Tony was afraid this wouldn’t last much longer, so he took his time.  He tasted salty skin and sucked kisses into the heated flesh, trying not to smile as Peter whimpered and moaned, longing for more and completely unable to ASK for it. But this was Peter’s game, and these were Peter’s rules, and if Tony took MORE time than usual mouthing his scrotum well who’s fault was that?  

Finally he took pity on his lover and came back, kissing Peter on both eyes, then on his nose, then finally on his mouth.  Then, keeping the steady pace he added a second finger, then a slight turn, watching Peter’s face closely.

“Daddy’s boy, Daddy’s beautiful boy,” he murmured, sometimes kissing the face and the slack mouth, but mostly watching, cataloging every reaction, enjoying this leisurely pace, this luxurious amount of time he could spend watching.  Normally Peter would never let this part go on this long.

“It feels so good Daddy.”

“It’s supposed to feel good, baby.  Daddy wants you to feel good.”  

But now Peter was making noises Tony wasn’t sure he had ever heard before and, overcome with the sudden need to taste, he ducked down, sucked Peter’s entire length into his mouth and began his administrations.  

“Oh Daddy, oh it’s happening….” Petie was gasping and then he was crying out (screaming, really, dear god he sounded like he was being murdered) and Tony would have liked to say something appropriate but his mouth was full at the time.

 Peter cried afterwards, which Tony was not expecting, but had been instructed on in the past.  He pulled the boy close and held him tightly, rubbing his back and, when the crying continued, singing.  

That was usually enough, but tonight was different.  Peter was sobbing, making broken, ugly noises that Tony hadn’t heard since the Bus vs Queensboro Bridge vs Icy Water incident, when Tony had tried to explain that Spiderman and the Sentinels had done a good thing, and saved lots of lives, but no amount of heroics could save the poor souls who had no chance of surviving the drop, and that finding and rescuing the bodies from the freezing channel was a sad but important part of a hero’s job.

Peter had cried that night, but not like this.

But Tony hung on doggedly, trying to remember all the parts to the “crying releases endorphins” lecture Peter had delivered on more than one occasion, softly singing his way through the through his favorite Black Sabbath songs one at a time.

In time the boy quieted, but said nothing, and the silence left Tony feeling unexpectedly lonely (and a little alarmed.)

He pulled away enough to caress the boy’s face and whispered “Come back to me, come back to me Peter.”

 Peter turned his head and blinked, like a man coming out of a trance, and looked at Tony in surprise.

“You….you didn’t have to stop.”

“Uh… kinda did.  You were pretty far gone and you looked like you needed a break.  

“God, kid, usually you don’t make that noise without me pushing your head into the bed and taking you from behind in that crouching position.  What was that?  I’ve fingered you while going down on you before…”

“No…you did something different.  I think that was a different angle or something…”

Or you were in a different head-space, Tony thought ruefully.  There was no doubt about it, this Daddy/Babyboy game that he had dutifully agreed to play had definitely been a huge turnon, for Peter.  

But then Peter sighed and broke out in a huge grin and Tony saw something on the boy’s face he hadn’t seen since the Queensboro Bridge – relief.

“Oh god, coming like that, knowing you would be there to hold me and being in your arms, I can’t tell you how good that felt, knowing I’d be in your arms and I could let go.   Only…” he began to whisper, “I kind of wanted to come with you holding me, keeping your head next to mine and talking me through it, you know, saying ‘Daddy’s got you….’ and stuff.”

“Sorry, I knew that, but you taste so damn good.  I’ll do better next time.”

Peter broke into a huge grin.

“There’ll be a next time?” he said, hopefully, and in that moment Tony realized that yes, there would be. While he had pushed through all his misgivings (what Peter called the ‘squick factor’) in order to do this one thing (because that’s what Good Boyfriends did) he realized now that if this were the reaction… this look of bliss and relief…it would all be worth it.  Peter’s needs were important to him, and this was clearly meeting a need.    

“I mean….it was ok?” Peter said, looking suddenly concerned with Tony’s silence.  He touched the other man’s face.  “You looked a little freaked out sometimes.”

“It was different,” Tony lied well, then made the quick decision to throw a little truth in.  “You let me finger you forever, I liked that. I liked knowing I can take my time – Peter doesn’t always let me, but Babyboy doesn’t really have a choice.  

“Yeah.”  That look of complete relief again.  “It is different, letting you do whatever you want, and what you want is…..hot.  And knowing I can trust you completely.  I mean I do trust you, but trusting you like this is different.  It’s like opening up like a Russian Nesting Doll – you’re getting all the parts, and you’re treating them all so well.  I get so vulnerable, and you’re strong and in control….

“Exactly.”

Tony sat up a bit that it surprised Peter, but he spoke anyway.  He had done a few quick calculations –

his original plan (to politely bow out the next time Peter had asked for this game) but now that he was actually considering doing it again…

“So some things aren’t going to work.  I draw the line at punishment,” he said very softly, cupping one asscheek gently, knowing he was going back on something he had already agreed to.  “I mean, spanking you will just break my hand…”

He tried to laugh, but Peter was watching him very seriously, and so he decided to stick with the truth.

“And fucking as punishment is out.   There will be no ‘this is a punishment for letting the other boy…”  he felt his stomach turn and left the rest of the sentence out.  “Sex is only to make Little Petie feel good, nothing else.”

Peter agreed without comment, much to Tony’s relief.  Conversations about the feelings that rose up in him with the word ‘Daddy,’ an abominable name Tony had NEVER allowed any other lover to invoke, well, those conversations could be had later.

“Yeah, this was so much better.  God, so much better than I even thought it would be…..Tony the things you said. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”

Tony pulled Peter close in hopes Peter wouldn’t see the relief on his face.  He felt like a man who had dodged a bullet.  Some of the things Peter had described to him – well – he wasn’t good admitting there were some things beyond him – in fact he never admitted that.  But in that tender space they had managed to create (he was still marveling at it) after one try some of those things just seemed beyond obscene.  

Peter began to giggle. “You were supposed to make the story sexy, not funny.”

Tony brushed that off. “I made it about capitalism.  Capitalism is sexy.”

 * * *

“Do you want a shower?” Tony asked reluctantly after they had been silent for a while.  This moment was perfect and he didn’t want it to end.

Peter looked down at him and grinned.  “You never got taken care of.”

Tony gave him a half-grin. He had achieved something tonight with the boy that no one had done before.  He was satisfied.  Anything else that happened after this was gravy.

“Everything we did was ok?” Peter asked again, which made Tony huff in irritation – he thought he had made himself clear.  But perhaps the constant reassurance was part of the package.

“You needed a good cry, you needed to let some things out, and you did, and that was good for you.  And it was a hell of a lot easier on my knees than the other way,” he groused, although none of that was true.  But he was being a good lover now, and he was proud of it.

“But does it turn you on,” Peter was demanding, pushing Tony onto his back.

“It makes you happy and that’s all I need…..hmmm…..” he moaned appreciatively as Peter positioned him with his back on the bed, then straddled him.  “…..can I call you daddy now?”

Peter giggled, and then smiled from ear to ear then Tony realized he could answer the question with complete honesty.  

“It does turn me on,” he said, suddenly kissing that smile, kissing that relaxed and happy face he hadn’t seen in so long.  All the worried lines his young lover had worn up until that moment were gone, and Tony realized he would do anything, anything at all, to know he could make Peter feel this good afterward.

Soon Peter was rubbing his body along Tony’s erection, making him hard again, kissing his face over and over.  “I don’t care what you call me, as long as you are inside me,” he was saying, and then he gave Tony that beautiful, happy grin again.

“Truth is, I don’t listen to 50% of what comes out of your mouth.”

“Liar, you noticed I was calling myself daddy before *I* realized it”

“You were calling me baby too – the first night I told you we were going to hook up and we argued and you kicked me out.  I smiled all the way back to my dormroom.  Because you were calling me ‘baby’ the whole time and you didn’t even know….”

Tony interrupted that sentence – there were some insights in there he really didn’t want to discuss right now so he made Peter concentrate on his tongue instead.  

There was something someone should say – something about how Tony had spent 20 years abhorring that obscene word in bed and never tolerating it at all – until he had got Peter naked – and that, somehow represented a major failure on his part because if he had never gotten Peter naked they would never had even had this conversation.

But keeping Peter partially clothed didn’t help – he tried but then Peter sent him a multi-paragraph text message demanding more and what Peter asked for, Peter got.

Maybe this was a conversation of some importance, but maybe no one would start it if Tony slipped his cock inside Peter’s body without interrupting the kiss and then put his hands on the boy’s waist, the way the boy liked it, and kept him distracted.

Peter finally pulled away for air, whimpering and kissing Tony’s face, neck and shoulders while Tony fucked vigorously into him.  “Oh God Tony, he was moaning, running his hands lovingly over Tony’s bare torso, something he had never been allowed to do until this moment.  “You took…”

“Don’tbabydon’t I don’t want to stop” Tony gasped, hoping Peter would assume he meant his energetic upward motion, and not ‘stop to think about the fact that I’m shirtless right now.’” Peter obediently stopped talking and went back to kissing his face, neck and shoulder.  

“Oh God Tony, I love…..I love the way this feels,” Peter gasped, happy he had caught himself in time.  Hoping Tony wouldn’t notice.

Tony noticed.  Tony noticed everything.

They moved together silently for a time, but then Peter’s face hardened in concentration, and Tony released his grip and let the young man position himself to his liking.

With both hands firmly on Tony’s abdomen, one leg went straight out, toes pointed (Tony enjoyed the sight) as Peter’s eyes went unfocused and he tried to hold his body just so.  Then the hands went to the bed and the other leg went out until Peter was holding his weight completely on his hands and Tony’s cock.  Oh God, the last time Peter started pulling these ballerina moves Tony had two feet hovering next to his ears and he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Is that what you call the other boys – do the other boys ask you to call them that when they’re fucking you?” Tony asked, hating himself even as he said it.  It was so naked, such an obvious ploy to feel like he was in control again.

Peter rolled his eyes, but at least he put his ballerina feet down for a moment.  “No…its…..mostly ‘buddy’ and ‘guy’ … a lot of them are from Canada remember….”  (He was making it up. He had told Tony every detail of the boys that had came before and there were no more sense, so he felt liberated to just invented them on the spot.)

“What about the art majors?”

“Tony, I told you, I forgot which art major I did it with and now I’m way too embarrassed to ask!  Ah God….”

Peter tried to raise his legs again and was startled when Tony cried out “Stopstopstop” and pulled out, grabbing Peter by the waist and rolling them over.  Peter blinked, startled that that conversation was over (it tended to go on a while) allowed the older man to kiss him while they caught their breath, and then reposition him on the bed and enter him one more time.

Now Tony had them in the original position Peter had described to him earlier, with Tony on top, Peter facing him, with his legs wrapped around Tony’s waist.  Tony had willing agreed to this part. Moving inside his young lover slowly and gently was not something they did often, and it was something he realized he wanted more than anything else.

Tony had been in multiple positions with multiple people for multiple decades, but recently he found, when he thought of Peter, he found himself craving this.  

These moments, when he wasn’t verbally bantering or trying to establish control, when Peter was touching and kissing his face over and over again and telling him how good he felt inside him, these moments were soft and tender.

These were the kinds of moments when a man thought he could lay his mouth next to another man’s ear and whisper “I love you.”

Someday, if given enough moments,  he’d get up the nerve to do that.

#the end #for you