don't wanna break up again

nothing about rowan was ever easy. the tightly wound control that characterized their skating followed them right to the bedroom where it manifested in a dirty mouth and stubbornness that needed to be worn down. it's familiar to hayes by now: the beats of a well-practiced dance playing out before him. if hayes was being honest, that's exactly what made their fucking so satisfying. he works his finger in up to the second knuckle almost idly before pulling it back out and slowly pushing it in again. rowan's shifting position didn't escape his notice — nor the soft hitch of breath, nearly inaudible. the smallest of cracks, perhaps, but they still have a ways to go. he's well aware of the work it takes to get rowan's mind into the right mindset. his attention has shifted off his phone, though he still hasn't set it down or turned it off. " do we? " know who's in control, that is. his voice is colored with cool amusement, hand pulling free of rowan's ass to deliver a sharp slap right over that dripping hole. it's a line that gets tested again and again. " just look at you, fucking leaking all over. " he doesn't verbalize it this time, but it lingers behind the words as his fingers crawl through their soaked folds, circling their tcock —once, twice, fleetingly— before swiping through the wetness that's already trailing down their thighs. pathetic. oh, rowan will get what they want eventually — but it's never what they try to angle for in the early stages like this. hayes will give them what he knows they really need under that scathing facade, what languishes behind those walls that crumble with enough desperation. they'll get there eventually; they always do. no matter how much rowan denies the noises building up inside them, they both know how it ends. " whatever you say, baby. " they're almost condescending words with a laugh as he finally tosses his phone aside, his free hand joining his other on rowan's ass, drawing the cheeks apart to put both their holes on better display. nails dig a little into the perky flesh of that ass. he watches that pretty pucker for a moment, before working up the saliva in his mouth, spitting directly on it, making them even messier down there. his thumb rubs against the puckered entrance, smearing the new wetness around. " it's not enough for me to just fuck that dripping hole of yours, huh? you need me here too? "

it would be so easy for rowan to relax back down into the bed. sigh a blissful little sound. let the tension go from their body. allow the vulnerability of receiving in such a way to wrap around them. there isn't anyone they would easy give that to, however. no one who has truly earned their trust enough for rowan to let their walls down entirely. to be fair, he doesn't actually hate hayes the way he pretends to. (and he's pretty sure hayes knows that.) they're beginning to relax into the sensation of his finger working into them just as he speaks. then rowan's lax expression jumps back to life, and they grit their teeth. he knows exactly how to ruin things, doesn't he? fine, whatever. it hadn't been enough, anyway. too slow, only a single digit. they're walking themselves through this justification, distracted. perhaps that's why the swat catches them so much by surprise. their body jolts, shudder running down their spine as they quickly press their thighs together, tightly. releases a shaky sound of pure pleasure, breath briefly pushed out harshly through their nose. then rowan's legs spread once more, silently obedient in that action alone. their jaw is tense as he touches them, swallowing the moan that bubbles on the tip of their tongue. their knees nearly go weak when hayes teases their cock— almost too sensitive for it. " ’s your fucking fault, " they hiss, venom back in their words, teeth baring viciously. his fault. hayes's fault they get so fucking wet, so worked up & desperate. bracing hands curl tightly into the sheets. humiliated as that hand finds the slick coating their thighs. is he not going to shove those fingers in their mouth? rowan is a little indignant that he doesn't. lets it out in an annoyed huff. as hayes takes hold of them, they lower their upper half back down to the bed's surface. hands restless, fiddling with the sheet within their grip. the sharp bite of pain is more than welcome, lighting up in crescent-shaped indentions. asshole flutters underneath the blue-eyed gaze watching it, almost as if trying to entice him. rowan's own green go wide when the wad of spit lands, taking their lower lip between their teeth. " jesus christ, " they mutter, " you know how i am. greedy & all that. " as they speak, they extend their arms in front of them, deepening the slutty arch of their back. glancing back at him with a slight turn of their head. hole giving another flutter. " c'mon, y’know you wanna feel how tight it is. know how good my grip is already. "

i may have found a job i think ???? after being out of work since nov and searching n searching. i should be going to do paperwork n stuff tomorrowww

ended up being a day later but i have it all filled out to take back tomorrow <3

they move in a familiar dance: pushing and pulling at each other to see what gives. they're still learning. whatever it between them was still new enough that each noise and reaction feels like something worth categorizing. maybe he was gaining the upper hand with what he collected already, mouth hot against teddy's neck and hand loose around his cock, the effect evident with every reflexive twitch of teddy's body and each delicious sound that tore from his mouth, until that pet name falls from teddy's lips again, hitching rhys' breath and sending a wave of arousal crashing through him. he is hopeless to deny it as he nuzzles teddy's cock, nose nudging at the seam of his groin and breathing in his familiar scent. dark eyes climb up the flushed expanse of teddy's chest, meeting the gaze fixed on him with a sparking hot intensity. he'll never tire of looking at teddy, watching him react to every touch. " yeah? " interest sparks in his eyes, a smirk curling his lips in a playful tug. " you tired of being empty? " one hand trails along the inside of teddy's thigh, pressing it outward wider still, happily settling into the space between his legs. his tongue trails up the underside of teddy's cock from root to tip before he finally takes his hot length into his mouth. his head bobs in a slow pace, cheek hollowed, coxing teddy back to full hardness with a calm but pointed patience. his one hand remains pressed to teddy's spread leg, nails digging into his skin. the other reaches lower, fingers massaging his balls, trailing further back still to tease at the sensitive spot behind them. he pulls off of teddy's cock with a wet sound, eyes meeting teddy's once more as his mouth moves to the skin of his navel, biting and leaving a hot trail as he traces the path his fingers made: mouthing over his balls, rolling them against his tongue, his hand stroking slowly at teddy's cock, a pace more meant to tease not pleasure.

while he has to admit that it's nice while it lasts, that's the thing. teddy knows that it won't. that sweet bliss of allowing rhys to worship him his body how he pleases will only be enough for so long. already teddy can feel the urge to flip the script (literally) creeping up his throat from deep within. his hand rests in rhys' curls, fingers wrapped around soft locks. one corner of his mouth lifts in amusement once more. " you know me. can't go too long without it. " as much as he likes fucking rhys, teddy enjoys the same. that's one of the reason he thinks they work so well together. hazel eyes are a touch intense with the effort to keep from giving a big reaction to the sensation of warm, wet tongue sliding over his cock. that sinful fucking mouth. teddy swears under his breath, head briefly dropping onto pillow. his feet press flat against the mattress and he holds rhys' head in place firmly. so that he can roll his hips upward, fluidly fucking into his mouth. " yeah, that's it. take it just like that. " huffs the words out, jaw clenching as he feels the caress of those teasing fingers. can't help the way his hand tightens its grip. he knows, almost more than anything, that he should make rhys follow through. if he's going to tease, he should give just the same. it's difficult to keep discipline on his mind, however. stays tense as he pulls off, hips still slightly raised. chest heaving a little, having allowed himself to get a little too worked up. and, well, he'll have to take what he'd asked for later. he's been on his back, been beneath, for too long. teddy pushes himself upward, those hazel eyes a hint predatory. the way he moves rhys is less guiding & and more manhandling him into the position he wants. hands rougher than they should be, their squeeze harder. until finally rhys is the one on his back this time. and teddy is climbing over him, knees on either side of his head. feeding his cock into that lewd mouth, so that he can lie down the length of rhys' body, gaining a face full of cock himself. pretty, deliciously hard cock that he laps at with his tongue, wasting very little time in getting his mouth on it.

griffin may have let kai have free reign of the party, his leash folded neatly up against his palm while it's not in use, the dark leather warm in the early fall sun, but he was acutely aware of him at all times. dark eyes are quick to follow his puppy's movements around the yard, some part of him always alert, no matter how in tune with the conversation around him he seemed. it doesn't escape his notice how kai's cheeks darken, nor how the bulge at the front of his jeans grows with seemingly every passing murmur from a teammate. it's inevitable when kai comes back to him when he's seated in one of the lawn chairs (he always does), and griffin doesn't even blink at the state of his boy as he burrows desperately into his lap, the hardness of his cock already prevalent against his thigh as he whines into his neck. it's only because kai is in jeans that a wet spot hasn't formed yet — but even then, griffin knows it's only a matter of time before even the tight cotton weave gives in. he doesn't exactly ignore kai, one arm quick to wrap around his boy's frame, fingers carding through dark locks of hair. it's just his attention isn't fully on him as he continues the discussion he was having before kai arrived, seemingly unmoved by the words kai whimpers into his neck. it's only when there's a break in conversation that his attention shifts, his free arm lifting so he can take a sip of his beer. a low chuckle moves through him, palm rubbing across kai's shoulders at the plea. " they're being nice to you, baby — " he corrects, and really, he couldn't have asked for anything better: his boy already so pathetically worked up from next to nothing and he hasn't even lifted a finger. " — it's not their fault you're a needy puppy, is it? " his fingers curl into the back of kai's collar, tugging hard enough to pull his face from its place against his neck, his eyes meeting those pleading ones. " please what? good puppies ask for what they want, remember ?? "

it doesn't take a genius to know that kai's leaking already in the pretty lace jockstrap. the knowledge that he's wearing it & getting it wet is another thrill that lights up his core. dirty whispers are dancing around his head in circles. none of the other guys hide their attraction to him— they never do. not anymore. nor their attraction to each other, at this point. the locker rooms have become more akin to porn sets. bare skin isn't anything to bat an eye at. mouths are for kissing, and filling. groping hands are only ever an arm's length away. in the gaps between when griffin allows them to use kai, they'll assign another teammate the role of sub & he'll take his turn being the freeuse slut. kai had walked so the rest of the team could now run. it's exciting the turns things have taken. the promise of being used by multiple of his teammates is heady, buzzing beneath his skin. it had almost been too much for kai at first. with griffin alone, his headspace easily slipped deeply. that floaty, blissful state is mere heartbeats away. his dom could have him there with a snap of his fingers. being submissive to multiple men? kai finds it both effortlessly easy and the most intense experience of his life. he's worked himself up so much already just thinking about it. he releases a little unhappy sound when griff corrects him. not true. they're mean. it's not the same as his boyfriend teasing him, who will touch him & give him the sweet bliss he desires. the other guys are only allowed to do so when griffin gifts them with that privilege. " don't think so, " kai grumbles, burrowing himself further into his boyfriend's embrace. defiant with his words in a way that doesn't challenge griffin's dominance— he's just being a whiny little thing. if griff gives him that look & tells him to be good, kai will fold all at once. the next noise he makes is a combination of a pathetic whimper & an embarrassed groan. " m just a puppy. can't help if i'm needy. " his cheeks are a dark pink as he's pulled from his hiding place, eyelids lowered far over chocolatey hues. the collar cuts into his throat, especially as he swallows. he minds the sensation of being choked very little, however. doesn't look up at his dom quite yet as he works over what he wants to say. tip of tongue running over his lower lip to linger at the corner, an almost unconscious action in thoughtfulness. there are too many things to say— too many things to ask for. " want to be touched. " it's a safe starting point. he can build on that. his face is still tilted downward as he looks up through thick lashes at griffin's expectant expression. " and kiss? please. " his leash is somewhere, he knows it. needs to feel anchored to griffin, lest he float away. hands feel around, on either side of the thigh he straddles before his fingers touch buttery leather. he presents it to his dom with another blush burning his cheeks, eyes lowered in a submissive expression. " please sir, will you put my leash on? i want to be a good puppy for you. "