Yes, Sometimes He Was A Tease. Even Though You Could Argue That He Wasn't In Control, Because He Was

yes, sometimes he was a tease. even though you could argue that he wasn't in control, because he was giving rather than receiving, one thing alton still got off on was how good he made his partners fell; and as much as lux was trying, he was all but failing to hide how the alpha was currently making him feel. it almost made him taste sweeter; sound sweeter; smell sweeter as he struggled to keep himself quiet and in control of himself.

if his mouth hadn't been a bit preoccupied, he would have smirked when he finally managed to get that loud moan out of lux. slowly pulling back, taking his time, he stopped when only the tip was between his lips. teasingly swirling his tongue over the sensitive glans, he then fell forward again; once again taking lux all the way down to the base. working himself into a new rhythm, slowly pulling his mouth back to the tip before quickly dropping back down to deep throat him, there was no longer any reason for the omega to try and quiet himself as the wet sounds of the alpha's eager sucking echoed off the walls around them.

"You're a tease!" Lux could have cried, but he tried to keep himself from speaking too loudly, unsure how Alton would react to them being overheard by someone else in the shop. It had been empty when they'd come back here, but Lux was pretty sure it was still within business hours.

His fingers were still digging into the seat underneath him, and he let his head fall back, sucking his own lower lip into his mouth as Alton continued working only the half of his cock. He whimpered quietly, but when Alton finally took him into his mouth fully, Lux couldn't stop himself from moaning, loudly, hips twitching and hands letting go of the bench. Immediately they sought purchase elsewhere, one scratching at Alton's back and the other slapping flat against the lockers next to them. "Oh, my God," he moaned again, eyes fluttering shut.

he was after a quick release. even as pretty as the other was, raen didn't bring him back home with him so they could take their time getting to know each other. he was pent up and needing something warm to sink himself into; something warm to take his knot. though even as impatient as he was, he had to admit the other was good; he knew what he was doing. his touch had felt good roaming over the merman's body and, now that he was on his knees, his touch felt even better as he teased and mouthed at the shape of raen's hardening arousal; earning the boy a groan of approval from the alpha as his hand slid up the side of the other's face before settling to rest atop his head.

"ᛞᛟ ᚾᛟᛏ ᛒᛖ ᛋᚺᚤ, ᛋᚺᛟᚹ ᛗᛖ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛗᛟᚢᛏᚺ ᚲᚨᚾ ᛞᛟ.*" his tone took on a graveled, rough, and breathy texture as he let his head fall back; enjoying the way the other felt against him. "go on...," he urged in english as he continued to harden, the thin layer of briefs keeping the omega from his prize now starting to struggle to keep him confined.

It seemed to take nothing at all for Lux to get drunk, he was finding. A few drinks and he was silly, giggling at everything and touching strangers. Not that he worked very hard at not touching strangers regularly, but it was definitely worse tonight. When someone dragged him home with them, he'd found it merely amusing, and his hands were all over Raen before they'd even gotten inside.

Though he much preferred the bare skin he was able to see and feel once the door shut behind them. Lux's hands slowed as they wandered Raen's body, his face moving to bury itself in the alpha's neck, breathing him in, his own body reacting in turn.

As his neck was gripped, he gasped in excitement, eyeing Raen closely and smiling when the hand moved and he received instructions. Nodding, he dropped to his knees, smile dissipating a bit before his gaze moved from Raen's face to the bulge in front of his own. Lux bit his lip, his hands moving to pull at the pants so they were out of his way, and he leaned forward to mouth at the bulge, now only separated from the tongue working against it by a thin layer of briefs.

"that is a fair point but, hey, i'm not the one calling the shots around here. we have a lot of asinine policies around here that feel more aligned with a club. i think they are trying to keep up with the times," he mused. cocking his brow, he let his head tilt to the side with pursed lips at the mention of being able to pay for finlay to clean things while being shirtless. "you know, when you originally told me you were a freelance worker i simply assumed you were basically from a temp agency. now you're just starting to sound like a glorified escort." he teased. "--but i'll have to keep that in mind in case i ever need help cleaning my place up." see, it was moments like this that made the vampire enjoy these slow nights. he could actually hold a conversation and flirt with finlay rather than having to practically ignore him in favor of tending to a crowded bar full of patrons. "careful, give me that kind of power and you'll never wear a shirt again." he mused with a lick of his lips and a loose smirk.

relaxing against the bar counter, he let out a soft sigh and watched the other work. the one patron they had was still nursing the same beer while they rambled on the phone, paying finlay and elgin little to no mind; the vampire could have found something else to do but, for now, he was enjoying letting the other distract him. "oh, it was horrible. i was absolutely soaked, didn't have a change of clothes, and i had to spend the entire night listening to alpha after alpha make some poor attempt at a joke about how wet i was for them. it was painful."

"I'd expect something like that to happening in a more club like setting. Here. Not so much." He playfully responded back as he gave the other a smile. "If people wanna see me clean shirtless then they just gotta hire me to do so. I am a freelancer after all." The weredog winked. To be fair, he had done it before. Nothing happened afterwards but he got paid handsomely for it. "and besides, if you wanna see me shirtless. You just gotta ask."

Following the bartender's instructions, he set the glasses in and closed the door. He was genuinely surprised that it did just start like the other had said. It felt weird that it would but who was he to comment on it. Turning to face Elgin, he found himself chuckling at the end of his story. "You did? That would have been hilarious to see."

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forced out of the group home against his own will-- something about not being such a grouch and actually integrating himself into the community that had taken him in or some other bullshit like that-- the merman was trying to play along and enjoy the festivities that were currently littering the streets. he didn't care much for what it was about, he wasn't touched by the moon like so many other's were, but even he could appreciate a hero's sacrifice; even if it was just from some lumbering land mass like a bear. a hero is a hero.

he already wasn't known for having the best temperament and, well, the people working the food booth he regretfully stopped at seemed as if they only wanted to make it worse. "ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞᛁᚾᚷ*?" his voice was a low, frustrated grumble as he glared at the person behind the counter while pointing at the food he wanted. "give." he even put his stubbornnes on pause just long enough to try speaking english and yet they still wanted to act as if they couldn't understand.

in an act of frustration, he turned away from the booth to look for someone that could help him; even though he had no intention of really asking. reaching out as someone caught his attention, and came close enough to him, the merman grabbed the pretty little thing and pulled him over to stand next to him at the food booth. he didn't know what a bearclaw was, or if it was even good, but he was hungry and he wasn't about to walk away now without it. "get... me," he growled, using english again, as he looked at the man he was forcing to help him; his left hand squeezing tight around the blonde's bicep as his right hand pointed at the themed pastry.

*raen at the moment will only be available for topping options (him as the top) unless previously discussed.

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M/M Smut GIF Starters, Part 2

Given that so many of the links on the last one are busted, here’s a present from me.  This’ll probably only last so long, so enjoy it while this one has all its GIFs.  Standard rules apply, pick a gif, send it to my ask box.  You can peek or just pick at random, just have fun with it.  As with all things, I do not own a single bit of this, I just collect.

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according to rumors despite how often dirty they were, and outdated they were, people spent all hours of the day and night at diners because the food still managed to be good; incredible, even, if you were drunk. mind you-- he wasn't there for the food. on occasion he could find a snack for himself at a diner but, really, the ones in new haven had became an infrequent haunt of his at night. he didn't want to spend every single night of his life here drinking-- shocking, i know-- and aside from the bars and the park, there wasn't much for a vampire like him to do at night.

he needed to get one of those damned daylight rings.

sitting at the long stretch of a bar-top, watching the cook clean the grill top to keep himself busy, the vampire lazily turned on the stool and leaned back against the edge of the countertop as he heard the sound of the diner's door opening. finally. something to distract himself with. "well, that is what i'm known for," he answered with a sigh and the hint of a smirk as he looked up at øyvindullr. "just like you're known for smelling like a marina." he teased. "why, you offering? couldn't find an omega in the bars wanting to spend the night dock-side so you had to come out here?" he taunted.

@fangsnfair; for elgin to bite off more that he can chew from øyvindullr.

the merman had entered one of his regular diners, one that opened till late, for a little late night supper. the place was usually empty, or near empty by those hours, just the occasional regular and/or half-drunks that had the decency to not get kicked out. curiously, on this cloudy night, he eyed someone that very obviously did not belong.

now øyvind was certain vampires did not belong in diners or restaurants, at least typical ones that didn't serve up blood. a little bit hypocritical of him since he enjoyed the taste of human flesh, certainly something you would not easily find in a typical diner or restaurant either unless you counted the customers. as such, people like elgin had no real business being here, he surprised the other wasn't told to leave by the owners. "what are you doing here. looking for someone to suck off?" his tone was not hostile, but rather suggestive. it was a reasonable assumption, elgin didn't need food, so there must have been a reason for him to actually be here. whether he meant for blood or something else entirely. well that was up to interpretation wasn't it?