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Hannibal cocked his head in only the slightest of pregnant pauses, doing his best to watch for underlying emotion despite it not being his strong suit. Instead, he tried to look for subtle body modifications, indicative therein of interest, perhaps even just the most marginal amount of fear; Hannibal liked to terrify, if only in the slightest. His blue eyes dipped from holding steadfastly with Ricky’s to glance at that pink tongue moving out to glaze his bottom lip. The blond dared to take another step forward, a rather big one as he was only a handful of feet away from the smaller man, a stance that would draw unwanted attention if Hannibal continued to lean against the post of the machine, bicep bulging, his own body language thrusting just ever so slightly in Ricky’s direction, obviously interested. He’d be insane not to want to bury his cock deep inside of the brunet, bury, fuck, breed. “I’m assuming you don’t need help showering, little one,” the blond taunted, fingers clenching at his sides, resisting the urge to simply mount the boy then and there, in front of an audience that wasn’t exactly willing to watch. His head tilted ever so slightly more, eyes flashing with mischievousness and hunger. “Even the spaces in between, hm?” In a bold move, though Hannibal was rarely reserved, he pushed off of the white, metal bar, leaning his lips towards Ricky’s ear while one of his hands cupped the brunet’s cheek in the briefest of gestures. “It was killing me not knowing if you had my cum dribbling from your tight hole for hours, if you could feel me run down your thighs when you walked,” he whispered. The memory had Hannibal’s cock twitching with interest in his gym shorts as he pushed back to his previous position, voice reverting to its regular volume. “Or, you know, we can definitely wait until you’re done washing up.” The smirk playing on his lips clearly had other ideas.

Bond pushed his jeans down to his feet, stepping out of them. “You’re being very lazy.” He told Calvin, taking a moment to adjust himself in his trunks. “You know the rules. I don’t accept you just lying around like a dead fish.” Bond understood that subs needed direct orders and what not, but Bond had made it very clear to all of his subs that if he wanted something to just lay there, he would use his FleshJack. “You won’t get your prize if that’s the case.”

"I’m sorry!” Calvin didnt even notice that he was just laying there, so distracted by his lover undressing. He shifted on the bed then, moving to the end of it, until he was in front of Bond. “I want my prize, I didnt mean to be lazy. Please forgive me.” He asked of his dom, running his tongue over his own bottom lip. “I really want my prize, sir.”

“So why don’t you sleep with him?” Trey asked not even bothering to censor himself. He didn’t think what Robbie said was lewd at all. And as far as the stripping went it hadn’t been that X rated either. “I mean I highly doubt you’d have ANY issue getting someone to sleep with you.”

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Matthew had been reluctant about doing house calls at first. He had a few friends who had decided to branch out from the typical training sessions from the gym and started making them more personal. Matt’s first client was a lawyer who really didn’t need his services. 

Distracted was an understatement to how Matt felt the entire session. Jackson’s ass filled out his shorts so perfectly with each squat that he counted out. His biceps bulged with each and every bicep curl and his thigs looked like they could crack walnuts. Matthew had never been so happy to have a jock on, to keep his boner from sticking out.

Some playful flirting between the two of them, and some of Matt’s usual charm, had landed them both naked by the pool. The trainer wrapped his lips around Jackson’s cock, slowly lowering each inch into his throat; maintaining eye contact the entire time. If he had known that making house calls would get the cock of a sexy man down his throat, he would have done it ages ago.

Jackson had paid a lot to the gym for the home trainer, so he was expecting to be feeling the burn, and boy was he. The man was becoming more and more comfortable with flirting, actually feeling a lot younger as he was working out, flirting with the sexy trainer.

To say the lawyer was surprised when they ended up naked in the pool would be a complete lie. He tipped his head back, groaning in pleasure. His dog barked inside at the noise, but it didnt even register to the man.

“Fuck, are all your house calls like this?” The man asked Matt, hand resting on the other’s head. The man quite liked feeling in control, so that hand on Matt gave him that. “May have to book you every day, cant be slacking.”

Jack walked over to nicely shaded area, laying on his back. Jamie was being evil. He knew that discussing their escapades last night was going to get him hard. Just thinking about the way that their bodies melded and and the sounds that they made together  was already starting to take affect. 

“I’m going to need you to shut up.” Jackson said as he fingers absent mindedly slipping under his shorts, barely touching the nicely trimmed hair. “And I refuse to feed your ego.”

Jamie followed Jackson, grinning down at him. He crouched down them, sort of hovering over his lover. He watched those fingers, letting his own trail over Jackson’s warm chest.

“Why? Am I turning you on? Thinking of the way I fucked you last night?” He inquired. “The way I made you scream my name...” James was grinning at his boyfriend. He sat down beside Jackson, smirking. “We could go home and fuck in the shower if you’re tapping out.”

“Why? He said with a smirk. “You’ve got a pretty deal going on right now.” Sebastian took the keys out of the ignition, exiting the car. “You have s omeone to always go to the club with and you never have to worry about going through a sexual dry spell.” It seemed pretty legit to him “What are you gonna do if your next boyfriend isn’t into going to the club?”

"Then I’ll spend my time at home with him.” Parker said honestly. “Eventually, ‘m going to be too old for the club scene, and it would be nice to have someone to curl up in bed with...” He pointed out. “Sex with you is... pretty great, but... I’d like to have a real boyfriend. Someone who I go to bed with, someone who I love, someone I can take to family dinners, go on dates with, the person who will love me even when I’m not drunk, or horny.” Parker shrugged, being totally honest with his friend. “If you were really my friend you’d support me in finding a boyfriend, not be a jealous ass.” Parker was being a little too honest with Sebastian, but it was the truth. As great as the sex was, it left Parker wanting more. Someone to love him, to be with him exclusively. “I want to find love, is that so much to ask for?” Parker hoped, if he found someone he loved, the sex would be just as good.

“Oh please.” Pryce said with a playful roll of his eyes. “You take full advantage of having a boyfriend who is a professional chef.” Not that Pryce cared. He really enjoyed watching Tye’s reaction each time he cooked. It was one of the few times out of sex and cuddling that he got a reaction from the normally stoic werewolf. 

“It’’s a nice surprise to learn.” Pryce sat down at the island trying not to sweat all over the tile. “A grill master? Damn that’s kind of sexy.” Pryce had no idea that Tye had these skills. “Grill master Tye sounds, really, really hot. I could almost let you take me on the island.”

Tye shook his head at Pryce. He didnt take advantage of Pryce. It was a lot easier to just cook himself, it was showing trust by letting the other cook, even though he still watched him. 

The  wolf began to make Pryce a smoothie then, blending together some fruit, and yogurt, watching the smoothie turn a light peach color before pouring it into a glass for Pryce. He handed the glass over them, offering a smile to his lover.

Tanner pressed his fingers deeper into Barry’s thighs, keeping him stilled in place. He loved the sounds coming from the scientists mouth. The sweet and innocent Barry Allen had quiet the mouth on him when it push came to shove. 

He pulled his tongue from inside of his boyfriend, running it up Barry’s sac. “You are already so wet.” he teased running the tip of his tongue up Barry’s slit. Barry was the perfect combination of salty and sweet. It was intoxicating. The EMT returned to his boyfriend’s pucker, giving it swift flicks with the tip of his tongue. 

Barry couldnt believe how good this felt. How had he gone so long of his sexual life without feeling this great? A part of him wondered if it was just a Tanner thing. Tanner was so good at anything remotely sexual, but with a body like that, how could he not? Tanner was so goddamn amazing, Barry feared he’d never find someone as good as he is. 

“Oh shit.” He moaned, hardly ever being this vocal, or swearing this much. Tanner was just so good at this. “I swear you’re gonna make me cum.” He warned, cock completely hard and leaking.

“I’m sorry, but what league are you in again?” There was something delicious about seeing Rory on his back gasping or air. Though at the same time, Dante thought it was pretty sad. Rory was probably just starting out if the springed mat had so easily knocked the wind out of him. 

Dante took his chance though. He walked over and squatted down, straddling Rory’s hips. “Really going to tap out already?” h placed his hands on Rory’s thick pecs. “I had so much planned for you though and now you are telling me that all of your fight is gone?”

Rory groaned, sitting up a litle. He hadnt been really ready for a fight, he had just been hoping to see the attractive fighter. Rory would keep blaming that on his inability to defend himself fast enough. 

“I mostly to RFA.” Rory groaned, running a hand over his face before Dante was so close to him. His breath hitched then those hands touched his chest.  “Like what?” He dared to ask, heart rate increasing in excitement. Dante was so goddamn not, Rory would pay a lot just for this touch he was getting for free.

Austin jumped when Cole reached under his boxers and took a hold of his cock. “Wha- what are you doing?” He knew exactly what Cole was doing. The slow and even strokes of his wrist against his dick made it very obvious what he was doing. Austin was just kind of shocked that the pizza boy was doing it in public. 

“Again, how do you know these people?” Austin wasn’t aware of this side of his boyfriend. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this of Cole, especially the fact that he’d actually been to one of these parties and was lusting over some friend’s boyfriend.

"Feels like I’m stroking your cock...” Cole pointed out, smirking. “Well, at least that is what I thought I was doing.” The pizza boy grinned at his boyfriend, leaning in to press their lips together ever so softly, despite the devious things he was doing under the water. 

“Just ‘round.” The boy then responded, feeling like a thug who was covering for a fellow hoodlum. “School, through other friends...” He then added, chuckling. “Wanna go to a sex party, Austin?” He teased, grinning. “Let everyone see your wild side.”

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There were certain perks to having a friend who seemed to have endless amounts of money. James had planed on spending his day off doing as much as he could with his boyfriend. He figured that they could watch a movie, give each other foot rubs, and maybe order pizza. But Samuel had offered the boys his place while his father was out of town. 

There were so many things that they could have done in such a large house,  but both him and Larkyn went straight to the pool. Both men had quickly left their swim suits on the ledge, slipping into water completely naked. 

Things instantly got hot and heavy, and that could have been due to James instantly going beneath the surface and taking Larkyn between his lips. After a few minutes without air, the bartender released his boyfriend’s cock, coming above the water. He took in a few deep breaths, before he began to rapidly flick his tongue across the farmer’s nipple. 

James was about to go back under the water when they were interrupted. “Well hello boys.” James looked up to see Sam’s step mother standing on the edge wearing a bikini that really didn’t cover anything. The bartender swore as his hands went down to try and cover his hard cock. Sam had told them that no one would be home. 

Later, Larkyn may have thought back to the moment, thinking that it must have been too good to be true. To have the entire house to himself, the entire pool to themselves to play in. He had been so distracted by James’s wonderful tongue to near the movement in the house, it had been quiet when they arrived.

“Fuck.” The man swore, head turning to look at the woman, at first his curse sounding angry. Then he got the view at the woman. She was... sexy as hell. Larkyn looked between the beautiful piece of female and his boyfriend. “Fuck.” He then repeated, this curse sounding more... suggestive. Like the action more than just a frustrated snap of his tongue. 

“Hello Mrs. Taylor.” Larkyn said, feeling like he sounded like he was a 14 year old caught peeping at the neighbors, instead of a full grown man with his own property and business. “Did you want to join us  in the pool?” He inquired to the woman, smirking. He reached over to run his hand over James’s arm. “Samuel said we could come over and use his pool, I hope you dont mind, we were having a lot of fun...”

There were certain downsides to Ivo being so submissive. He second guessed each decision, awaiting orders from Dante, and he was so quiet. Dante was determined to at least get Ivo to the point of being a screamer. He didn’t plan trying to train him to act without permission. He kind of liked the idea of having such a large and beefy man at his every command. Though the fighter wished that sometimes Ivo would bend him over and make his eyes roll into the back of his head. 

Dante leaned back against Ivo’s large tub, spreading his legs to give Ivo more access to everything. “Fuck baby that feels great.” He leaned his head back, moving his hips some to buck into Ivo’s large hand. “I want you to make me cum so hard Ivo.”

Ivo’s eyes were glued to Dante’s face, though he couldnt help but let his eyes trail over his boyfriends body. He smiled at his boyfriend, admiring how goddamn sexy he was. Even exhausted, most of his body distorted by the water, he was hot as fuck. 

“I will, baby.” He promised, moving his free hhand down his lover’s back, gently teasing his hole. “I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll feel so good.” He vowed. Ivo liked pleasing his partners, them being the center of attention in bed. “Then we can go to bed, and I’ll fuck you so damn hard you’ll beg me to slow down.”

    He couldn’t believe just how good Soda’s hole felt around his thick length, even with how many times they fucked on a regular basis. Rod was so happy whenever he was near his little boy, and in particular when his cock was rammed deep inside him. The man gripped at Soda’s sides tightly, picking up the pace as he watched his lover’s face as he got filled with cock.

    “Of course, baby boy,” Roderick said, his voice a husky whisper. He leaned in and pressed his lips roughly against Sodapop’s own, slipping his tongue quickly inside the boy’s warm mouth. His cock was twitching inside Soda as his balls slapped against him with each thrust.

“Oh.” Soda whimpered against Rod’s lips, the way his voice sounded gave te boy goosebumps. He arched his hips, arms wraping around Rod’s neck as he pressed their bodies close. He teasingly sucked on the invading tonge, eyes having slipped closed. 

  Noah looked at the snacks on the tray, glad that Jackson had included the grapes. He so very much wanted to grab the cookies first but the lessons his mother had instilled in him over the years about diet and the importance of physique in keeping a lover happy made Noah grab a few grapes instead. His hand hesitated over the tray before he took three in and delicately put one into his mouth, chewing slowly. He looked thoughtfully at Jackson as he sipped his juice. “Thank you Daddy,” said Noah.

    He grinned big at Jackson’s words. “Yeah but if that’s how Daddies keep baby boys in line then how do baby boys keep Daddies in line?” Noah was very eager to know this information and would definitely try to wiggle it out of Jackson in some form. He hummed as he ate another grape and then, instead of grabbing a cookie, he grabbed just a few cheez-its too. “And by Princess decree Daddy can have snacks too, because we love him and we hafta provide for him too!”

    After eating a cheez-it Noah looked to Soda. “Hmm, Princesses should get a show or something when they’re eating, don’t you think?” he asked. “A story or a game, maybe?” He was just making this up but it was very fun for him.

"Baby boys have no need to keep daddies in line.” Jackson pointed out. “That’s not your job.” The man couldnt help but add. “It’s your job to be cute as heck, leave the rest to Daddy.” He assured, running his fingers through Noah’s hair. Always so soft... And that beautiful smile did wonders for Jackson.

“Yeah, you gotta eat too!” Soda pointed out, grabbing a grape and putting it to Jackson’s lips, giggling when his tongue swiped out, taking the grape from between his fingers. Soda smiled wide at the man, wanting to lean in and kiss him.