A wet dream
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English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.
Here's some beautiful starcheaser smut.
"please games please. I just want to feel something" reggie's whiner then usual voise begged. "We can't fuck like this, reg. Look what a fucking mess you've become just because of some bloody alcohol."
James explained him, not for the first time. "then clean me up, Jamie, teach me how I should behave" reg whispered, heading to their bedroom. "Jamie, make me feel so I don't do it myself ?" He cryed out again, already on his knees.
with a deep stabling breath James answers "fine, but only to keep you away from this mindset." Of course James cares about regulus' health, mental end phisical, and he knows better then to keep him alone when he's thinking things like these.
Its just that reggie Looks so fine on those white sheets, shirtless, on his knees. his deep green eyes staring at James' body so desperatly. "Remember what we talked about" James starts "use. your. safeword." Regulus looks into James' eyes and whispers "ok".
reggie's hand was crawling twords his bag, that layed on the nightstand near the T-shirt that he took off. a moment after that- a small dagger was in his hand. reg opened the daggers case, witch made a smooth metal sound that alerted James quickly "move another inch and you're not cuming tonight." James' voice came out cold and comanding.
as expected, reguls dropped the danger at that very moment. James moved towards him, forcing him to slwl lay down on his back, between james' legs... "I want it to hurt, jamie" regulus whispered. "earn it" james replied. "Be a good whore so you'll deserve feeling anything at all" he mockeed, in that same cold, flat tone that made reggie shiver.
"I'll be good, I'll scream, and I'll moan and move so loudly for you, Jamie, just please touch me!" reg cried out at James while his fingers were working on opening James' button up shirt. Then kissing and touching James' color bones, James chest, James' thighs. regulus realsed a short whine when he got there. and James' hands ammidiatly climbed down from reggie's waist straight to his inner thighs. reggies mouth opend, but little air came in and out.
James bent down, one of James' legs is in between reggie's, now touching his cunt, and feeling how wet he was. James smiled proudly to himself. their lips are touching each other, on and off.
Jamie's hands run back down to pinch regulus'nipples. regulus cries out a moan, and another one feeling his pants getting so freaking wet with precum. James' lips move to reggie's Jaw, sucking.
"Jamie" reggie cries. wanting to do some thing with his hands, anything, but as soon as he tries, James reaches out and ties them with a tight knot behined his back. Soft, stretchy rope. "a good fuck-toy would never try to touch himself without asking" James hissed. reggie whimpered and moved around but then imidiatly stopped himself to say "Im So Sorry, Jamie".
"Open" James said. It was needless to say more. Reggie's legs spread apart emediatly. Finely, James pants and underwear are off, exposing his hard dick. Regulus couldn't stop himself from staring- while james puts on a condom, hands shaking, mouth opend. Regulus guides James' hands to his neck, then mumbles "be harsh with me". James hands close tightly.
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✦ Ríkorin Lysse ✦
Race: High Elf
Class: Knowledge Cleric of Corellon Larethian
An esteemed noble cleric that has dedicated his life to the preservation and dissemination of knowledge, making him a beacon of truth and light in his community. He possesses a passion for the past as a respected historian, known for his vast collection of ancient tomes and scrolls from bygone eras that he keeps in his grand library.
"His devotion to history's timeless knowledge and wisdom of eras gone by ignites my heart and inspires my every breath." - Evelyn, wife
✦ Evelyn Lysse ✦
Race: Human
Class: College of Lore Bard
A charismatic and well traveled bard skilled in collecting stories from every corner of the land and weaving them into enchanting ballads of passionate valor on her beloved and worn lyre. Known for her tales that captivate even the coldest of hearts, she has a deep admiration for the complex emotions fueling the stories in each melody she delicately crafts.
"Her voice is the effervescent melody that fills and breathes life into the silent spaces between each weary word I study." - Ríkorin, husband
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