20 years ago this month, I posted a couple images (see above) on my original website of this unusual (and very sexy) Headscissor variation. The images were captured from a BG East video called "Hunkbash 2" that I had recently purchased at the time. This is Psycho Capone in the green trunks scissoring the neck of Terry Reed in the white.
You can still find this video from "Hunkbash 2" and stream it on the BG East "Arena" site, so I went and revisited it to see if it still turns me on like it did 20 years ago. Yup. I am really into Capone's "Floating Headscissor" or "Leg Sleeper" as I call it.
So I streamed the video and created some Animated GIFs to better depict Capone's strong legs and glute-flexing pressure along with Reed's hopeless agony as he drifts off to sleep.
To Be Continued...
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“you’re going to hurt yourself like that, my love.”
you startle at the voice over you, having been nearly asleep.
“—uh?”
you turn your head to see Nanami looming over your side of the bed. if you were fully conscious, you would see the tiny look of mischief in his eyes as they roam your body, but you’re not, so you take it as his tendency to mother hen you.
and then he’s pushing you to the middle of the bed despite your whining, climbing in beside you. you try to settle in and find you’re still being moved—he’s on his back, shuffling himself down the bed and pulling one of your legs over his chest. you feel him turn his face into your belly in a move that feels suspiciously like nuzzling.
“what’re y’doin,” you slur, a little petulant at being woken up like this, despite it being well past the time you meant to rejoin the living and despite your own desire to seek out the warmth he’s emitting next to you.
“you’re going to hurt your hip, laying like that,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he runs a hand up the back of your thigh and over your hip, and you sigh a little bit, comforted by the feeling of him.
“i don’t know how you sleep like that,” he continues, absentmindedly dragging his fingers over your skin, making you shiver every now and then.
“feels good,” you grumble, face shoved into the pillow. talking about your bizarre sleeping position and maybe also the way the rough pads of his fingers leave a trail of warmth in their wake. you think you hear him chuckle softly, and you feel him press a kiss to the skin of your belly, right above the hem of your sleep shorts.
it’s soft, chaste—and then it’s not, and you suck in a breath when you feel him kiss you there again, feeling the tip of his tongue drag along the skin that stretches over your hip bone.
and evidently he hears your sharp inhale, because you feel a strong arm sneak around your lower back, pulling you closer to him.
“was still sleeping, you know,” but it’s lost all of its bite and you’re a little breathless now, fixated on the way his free hand slides up the back of your thigh to brush over the sensitive spot just under the curve of your ass.
“go to sleep then,” he says into the soft of your belly, pressing another kiss, opening his mouth a little wider to catch the skin of it between his teeth. he’s turned into you now, and despite yourself, you drag your leg up from his chest so it’s over his shoulder.
he moves to rest his head against your thigh that’s trapped underneath him, and distantly you think that it is more comfortable like this— his head squeezed between your legs having alleviated some of the pressure against your hip from laying on your side. that thought quickly becomes muddled in your head when you feel him latch on to the skin of your inner thigh that rests against his face.
you whine, hips bucking weakly as you squirm under tongue and teeth—both leaning into and trying to get away from the sting of his bite.
“my sweet love,” he coos, running his tongue over the fresh bruise, placating you. you shiver, pressing your face further into the pillow to try to breathe—to ground yourself despite the heat that curls up your spine. he stops, then, and you peak down at him to find that he’s staring back up at you.
“hi,” you whisper, fighting another shudder at the way his lips pull at the corners into a smirk that looks absolutely sinful on him.
“good morning,” he drawls, deep and far too awake. he rests his chin in the space between your hips, pressing a quick kiss above your pubic bone. your hips buck toward him a tiny bit, and his smirk widens when he feels it.
you bring a hand down to run it through his hair, tangling in the blond strands and scratching at his scalp. he closes his eyes and hums, deep in his chest, nuzzling into your thigh. it makes you smile, and it makes you ache.
“want you, ken,” you murmur, squeezing him gently between your thighs and reveling in the groan he lets out.
“i know, sweetheart,” he coos, hands coming up again to grope whatever skin he can reach and pressing a tiny kiss through your shorts, “i can smell you.”
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[ID: Lyric snippets from the song Run Away With Me from The Mad Ones/The Unauthorized Autobiography of Samantha Brown. Snippet 1: Let me catch my breath/This is really hard/If I start to look like I'm sweating, well/That's 'cause I am"
Snippet 2: "Run away with me/Let me be your ride out of town/Let me be the place that you hide/We can make our lives on the go/Run away with me"; Snippet 3: "Let's go/Anywhere/Get the car packed and throw me the key/Run away with me"
Snippet 4: "Sam, it's crazy but Sam, I'm crazier for you/I have these plans"; Snippet 5: "I'm just saying there might be a life here/A new one as soon as we run"; END ALL IDS]
the whole song is Ron energy to me, but these specific snippets are my favorites
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For the three sentences: Willex + seat neighbours on a long distance flight?
Alex knew a global tour would mean long flights, knowing that didn’t make the experience any more comfortable, especially when no matter how much he twisted and turned and pretzeled himself in the small space his stupidly long legs wouldn’t stop aching.
“Hey hot dog,” Willie–one of their few recurring roadies who lucked out on also getting hired to oversee all the local crews the label had hired–gently nudged alex and gestured to where Reggie, Luke, and Julie had somehow managed to fall asleep cuddled together, legs stretched out in the space between them–no Alex wasn’t jealous…yes he knows he’s slightly lying to himself.
Although he doesn’t get long to wish he too could find a way to stretch out like that before Willie turns his smile to him and suggests following their lead, Alex can’t recall the exact words and doesn’t remember agreeing, but he must have seeing as Willie’s legs are soon stretched out in front of Alex’s seat and Alex’s feet in front of Willie’s.
(Send me an AU and a pairing and I'll write a 3 sentence fic)
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