Clifford Trace

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

Clifford hadn’t joined the party that night, finding more one-on-one company to take his time. On his way back to his own hut he heard Sam’s familiar voice shouting. His brow furrowed as he looked about for the boy, only to find a very naked and very angry looking Sam pushing his way through.

He made his way to the boy’s side, reaching to catch his arm. “Easy, Sweetheart,” he murmured, turning the boy to face him with a firm but gentle touch. “What’s the matter?”

Clifford took Sam at least coming to a stop as progress, and he let him explain even if he was all but screaming. If he weren’t aware of Sam’s feelings toward Leon, he would have pointed out that fooling around was the whole point of the island. But that wouldn’t have helped, and it had been made clear a while back that this was a complicated sore spot for the boy. That it wasn’t just fooling around to Sam when it came to Leon.

Clifford hadn’t joined the party that night, finding more one-on-one company to take his time. On his way back to his own hut he heard Sam’s familiar voice shouting. His brow furrowed as he looked about for the boy, only to find a very naked and very angry looking Sam pushing his way through.

Cliff grunted softly as Mason settled in his lap and slid down on his cock. He slid his arms around his boy’s waist, holding him close. “And it feels good to be in you like this,” he murmured in agreement, bowing his head to press a kiss against Mason’s throat. He smiled as he was offered the slice of pizza, and he was happy to let Mason feed him as he leaned to take a bite from the slice himself. 

Cliff hummed quietly as Mason rolled his hips and his hold tightened on his boy. “I do, too, Pup,” he murmured. “I’ve missed being able to spend so much time with you.” It really was a joy to have all his boys under one roof again, even if it would only last the length of their vacation.

Clifford didn’t care they were out in the open, where anyone walking by could see. If someone wanted to stop and watch the show, so be it. At the moment, his focus was merely on the redhead between his legs. He thrust deep into Wren’s throat, then stopped. He used his grip on the boy’s hair to keep him held flush against his pelvis, not particularly caring if the boy choked or gagged from being forced to stay on his cock for the moment. He just slowly rolled his hips, grinding his cock in the boy’s throat. “Such a good boy,” he purred, holding Wren down for a beat longer before finally giving him a chance to breathe as he pulled his hips back. 

“Do you want me to keep fucking your throat? Or do you wanted to finally ride me?”

When Clifford took a hold of his head to just keep him there, the cock right down his cock and his eyes were rolling back in pure pleasure as he was taken and complimented as a good boy, it made him whimper and want more. With a slow groan as the cock left his throat, he pulled off completely and nodded, “Sit back, let me ride you, I wanna feel your cock inside me so badly, Daddy..”

Cliff cursed, rolling his hips with Elliot’s as he rode out his orgasm. He let out a breathy chuckle, his hands loosening on Elliot’s hips as their movements stilled to stroke over the man’s sides. He took a moment to breathe before he shifted to sit up. A hand dragged up to Elliot’s chest and he gave the man a tug to come to rest back against him, allowing Elliot to finally relax his position as well.

He kept the man seated on him, cock still buried inside of him, unwilling to disconnect from him just yet. He pressed a kiss against Elliot’s shoulder, biting the skin there gently. 

“I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep tonight,” he murmured in Elliot’s ear before biting at his lobe. “Because one round isn’t going to be enough.” His hand finished its trail up Elliot’s body, catching his jaw to turn the man’s head so he could press a deep kiss to his lips over his shoulder. 

Fuck! He was definitely nearly in love with this man. Was it wrong to love two men? Because Clifford made him feel on fire and on top of the world - even from them just having conversations with each other. Now he felt like his entire prostate leaked out of him and exploded all over him and Clifford’s thighs. The loose hands on his hips leaving tingles all over his body.  Elliot was shaking some, sure his legs were tired from the position, but he didn’t want to put too much weight on the man - until he felt the man pulling him back. He leaned back into the male’s chest and rested against him. 

He felt amazing with the cock inside of him, pumping ceased, but the warm fluid still stuffed inside of him and his warm heat around the softening cock. 

“Jesus.” He moaned as he felt the kiss on his shoulder. “You didn’t warn me that your cock was that amazing.” He chuckled and looked at the other with a bright smile on his face. “Me? And miss out on amazing times with you? Hell no.” He shook his head and looked at the other with a happy smile - while moving to kiss the male after with a bright smile on his face. He moved closer to the other and continued to deepen the kiss. He was hungry for this man deeply. 

He let his hand drag back down Elliot’s body, pausing to tweak one of his nipples gently. “Glad to hear you’re so eager for me, Beautiful,” he murmured with a faint grin. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the man just as much. There was an undeniable connection between them that had formed quite quickly. They fit together almost as well as he fit with Jensen.

He pressed more kisses down along Elliot’s throat and shoulder, biting at his skin here and there. “You are amazing, Gorgeous.”

Amusement colored Cliff’s features again. “You mentioned that, Sweetheart,” he assured. Not a minute before the boy had introduced himself once. Now again. The boy really was nervous, wasn’t he? No matter. 

He watched as Eryx flinched at his first sip. He sipped his own scotch slowly. “We can get you something you might enjoy more, Sweets. You don’t have to drink that,” he assured. Maybe it was a little cruel to start the boy off on something that hard.

His gaze dragged over the boy again, appreciative. “Oh I’m sure there are plenty who’ve been wanting to get their hands on you back where you’re from. People are just a lot more open about it here.” Luckily for Eryx, Cliff found the inexperience endearing. “It’s become a regular vacation spot for my family and me, yes,” he confirmed. 

Fuck- did he already introduce himself? Eryx could be so naive and thoughtless at times, it was like there was nothing going on upstairs. All he knew was that his heart was racing and his body was tingling from the scotch and the desire. Wait, desire? Yeah it was definitely desire. But Eryx felt like Clifford was way out of his league, no way would a hunk like that want the cheerleader. “Oh ahhh, it’s fine really.” Not wanting to appear rude to the gentleman, Eryx raised the class and downed the liquid in a painfully burning elongated sip. “See.” He croaked and coughed, trying his hardest not to arch and squirm at the liquor. He placed the glass on the table beside him and licked his lips, trying to relax after swallowing such a taste. “Oh ahh… I mean a few of the jocks would slap my ass, a teacher or two has commented but in the high school environment it can be really toxic discovering how to well… ya know.” His voice still a little hoarse, but it had certainly improved. “Wait you come here with your family?” He was a little stunned, “Do they also partake in…” He gestured to the mass orgy on the other end of the courtyard. “Do you?” eyes looked over and trailed down that handsome face and well built torso to - no, he snapped out of it and looked back at the empty scotch glass. 

He hummed softly, frowning as the boy talked about the attention he got in high school. “That’s less than ideal attention, yes,” he agreed before he sipped his scotch again. His amused look returned at how shocked the boy seemed.

“I do. My husband and my sons.” He spared a glance toward the orgy in question before his gaze landed back on Eryx. “I know at least one of my boys would be more than happy to be in the middle of something like that. Regardless, we all enjoy having our own fun here. I myself don’t typically go the mass orgy route,” he mused, shrugging a shoulder. “But I do enjoy some one-on-one fun.” His eyes ran over Eryx again, in equal parts appreciate and desire. “Sometimes some one-on-one-on-one.”

He didn’t miss how the boy’s eyes ran him over in return before he looked away again. Cliff chuckled softly. “No need to dive into something like that right off the bat,” he assured, nodding toward the orgy. “That’s not the only thing available here.”

Clifford liked how responsive Austin was, how willing he was to press back into his kiss. He felt the boy shift closer and he deepened their kiss. He let his tongue tease past Austin’s lips, tasting the boy and letting their tongues tangle. His hold tightened on him, holding him tight against him. 

“You can be smart for many reasons.” He smiled warmly, chuckling. “Not the spoiled ones.” And Cliff was definitely a spoiled one. They spoiled each other. And Clint was endlessly lost on his husband. 

His smile softened as Jensen stepped in so close to him. It was so easy to get lost in his husband. Even after all their years together. “I don’t know where I’d be without you, Jen,” he murmured before their lips met. His hands found his husband’s waist, holding him close while their lips worked together.

He was reluctant to let the other go, but found himself a spot against the counter to lean on as he watched the other start to explore the kitchen. “I always crave you, Love,” he reminded with a soft grin before he chuckled. “I had no doubts you would. But rearranging can wait until tomorrow.”

“Hey, watch it old man.” He chuckled and playfully nudged the male with his arm, before giving him a sweet kiss. “You are very spoiled. I hope you know this.” He missed this. The cute banter and the happy times. He wasn’t going to go on another book tour for another year or so, because his missed his soul mate and his children. 

He continued to savor on his husband’s lip and had no intentions of breaking the kiss. He moved a hand to caress Cliff’s neck and used his other free hand to grip Cliff’s bicep. He pulled back once he was panting and smiled up at him. “The feeling is always mutual here.” He nodded, but that didn’t express how much love he had and felt for this man. 

“I don’t know why. When you are fucking everything.” He purred at the male. He remembered being the nerdy kid in high school and cliff being the ‘it’ boy. It still surprises him that the male was even into him for a second. “Okay, romantic dinner. You and I. Then I get too pamper your body with touches.” 

He had zero issues with Jensen letting their kiss linger, relishing the feel of their lips working together, like it had been ten years since they last saw each other. He smiled warmly when his husband pulled back. “I’m always glad to hear that.”

“We’re everything,” he corrected with a fond smile. The minute Cliff had laid eyes on Jensen, he’d known the man would be his forever. He’d felt it in his bones and he hadn’t thought twice about pursuing the other. Still his best decision to this day, no matter the obstacles that had been thrown in their way over the years. 

He hummed at his husband’s words. “Sounds like the perfect night.”

Clifford brought his free hand up to pat Leon’s arm sympathetically, humming his agreement. He’d been a father for over half his life, it was true, much longer than his friend. “I’ve met Sam. Spent quite a bit of time with him actually,” he admitted, because there was no sense in hiding that fact. “He’s a sweet kid. When he wants to be.” 

“What kinds of things? I can assure you kids don’t always do things with the intent to make us upset. Figuring out who you are and what you want can be a bumpy process. I’m sure you remember that.” He shrugged a shoulder before offering his friend a sympathetic smile. “Unfortunately, being a parent means we can’t always be our kids’ best friend, as much as we want to be. And being adopted adds an extra layer to the complication.” He and Jensen had gone through that when they adopted Spencer, and despite the fact they’d always treated him just the same as his biological kids, he still worried Spencer didn’t always feel like he fit in properly. “I don’t know Sam well, and I don’t know the finer points of your dynamic, but I can assure you he just wants to make you happy. You and Austin both.”

Clifford frowned to himself as he listened to Leon explain. “To be fair, there are safer ways to do knife play that don’t involve bloodplay and actual cutting,” he offered. He could understand why Leon wasn’t a fan of it regardless, but just because Sam was partaking didn’t mean he was getting himself hurt. “But being uneasy about him doing it with someone he doesn’t know well is more than fair. That doesn’t make you a bad father.”

“Not to the extent I would always like,” Cliff mused with a faint chuckle. He sipped his drink easily. He looked the other over appreciatively, a grin tugging at his lips. “Hm, and what sort of thing would you propose, Beautiful?” he asked, curious what the other could cook up in that pretty little mind of him. “Whatever you can come up with. Well, I don’t say ‘no’ to a lot.”

He nodded and a peaceful silence took over him as he mused and took in the man in front of him. He was a peace of heaven looking back at him. Elliot looked at the other with a chuckle and nodded thinking of many different things. “Skinny dipping in the ocean, strip poker, sex on the beach… okay maybe I am boring and those are basic things to a lot of people.” He chuckled and shook his head. He may have had a lot of sex, but to many he was still lacking on the sexual experimenting part. 

Cliff chuckled low in his throat as Chad wiggled his ass for him. Every little whine and whimper out of him was perfect. He thrust his finger slowly, pushing it as deeply as he could. His cock twitched in his bottoms and with how they were pressed close, the boy was sure to feel the bulge of his growing erection. “Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. I want to hear you say it,” he purred against the boy’s lips. 

                                  Arching his back hard out for the older man, shaking his big round butt on his finger, Chad whimpered in need. “I want you to fuck me. I wanna feel you fucking me so hard, that when you’re done, I can’t even walk straight.” He licked his lips as he stared up into the man’s eyes. “I’ve never wanted someone more than you..” He said, clinging to the older man’s body, his soft smooth skin brushing against the hairier body of the older man’s.

Cliff looked down at Seth’s hand as his chest was poked. “Is the reward you get for being good not incentive enough, Sweetheart?” he asked as he peered back at the boy’s face with a soft grin. He considered it for a moment.

“I suppose I can acquiesce to taking you to dinner, if you can acquiesce to being good for me.”