in the wake of your sunshine

"Just wanna see what I can get out of you." He admitted, a coy grin on his face that was wiped off as soon as he felt Teddy's hand on his erection. His mouth fell agape, eyes locked on Teddy's as he felt his large, strong hand around his cock. "Yes..." Jonny knew he would have no problem being vocal, he had already brought so much out of him last night. His hips ground into Teddy's fist needily, wanting more, so much more.

"Look at you," he says, a smile creeping its way back to his lips, as he keeps his gaze strong on the other's eyes. His fingers dig into the side of Jonathan's neck, a gentle massage, as he continues to tease him. He's in awe of the man above him, frankly. "Like I said, baby," he starts, his lips dangerously close to Jonny's, almost chasing another kiss, "get on your knees."

"You're insatiable." He grinned against his ear. Jonathan knew he was good at giving head, and he loved when he was filled to the back of his throat, he liked, most of all, the way Teddy gripped his hair with gritted teeth as he did it. He wanted to tease though. Where they were practically wrestling each other with lust last night, he wanted to see just how far he could push it languidly in the morning.

If his body was desperate before, he felt like a storm was swirling inside of him now. When had he found himself again? Was it when he got the invitation to the reunion and knew he'd probably see Jonny, was it the night before when he'd picked out a perfect outfit, or was it when they'd locked eyes across the room and he finally felt at home again? No matter what it was, he found himself positively taken by the other man, and what a scary thought that was. He hid it away by bringing his free hand between their bodies, searching for Jonny's cock, and he's pleasantly unsurprised to find it hard against his abdomen. "I liked those noises you made last night. Can I hear them again?"

Jonny sighed pleasurably at the way their hips moved in sync. He pushed down around his wrists, clutching them as he moved his kisses upwards so he could take his earlobe between his lips tugging gently between his teeth. "Teddy..." He uttered beside his ear teasingly, eager to see what the tone meant, what it could entail.

His head throbs from the light coming through the window, but it's mostly forgotten as Jonny tugs at his earlobe. He sighs in pleasure, and a little moan even joins it. Maybe he's weaker than he thinks, or maybe he's just spent the last several years in a dead end marriage. Either way, he's aching for Jonathan's touch, his cock pressing into his own stomach with each rock of their hips, and he can't take it. "I think there's other things that pretty little mouth could be doing, no?" He offers, as his hands carefully pull at their restraint, testing once more to see if he can twist himself free. He thinks he could.

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Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989) dir. Steven Spielberg

Nathan Lane and Robin Williams as Albert and Armand Goldman THE BIRDCAGE

"You can be on fry cutting duty. I don't trust myself after I almost lost a finger last time we made this," he laughs as he prepares the chicken to cutlets to fry.

When had she learned where everything was in this kitchen? This home? She’d spent so much time here, or him at her place. Did he know where everything went in her home? The thought consumes her for all of three seconds that it takes to grab a cutting board. “You almost lost a finger because you’re a damn gabber. You don’t pay attention to what you’re doing ever,” she says with a laugh.

he watches the tension drain from her pretty shoulders and thinks maybe, just maybe, it was okay to ask. "if you want to," he says, soft and fragile, twisting the sheets between his fingers. "it's already late. you can go right to sleep if you're tired. but i'm, um, kinda hungry if you wanna join me?" hanging out and sleepily eating together sounds terribly intimate—somehow more intimate than when he was inside her not long ago. and that why he wants it. so very badly.

her body turns back onto the bed, and she crawls closer to brody, before tucking herself into his side. no words in response yet, not for a moment. she just looks at him, her brain working overtime to form a coherent thought. when had the feelings of this changed to something more? norah can feel it brewing in the pit of her stomach, and she wonders if he does too. gentle fingers slide over his abdomen, and she tilts her head down to press a kiss to his shoulder. “i’m pretty hungry too,” she finally says, tottering towards the need for something more lighthearted. “someone wore me out.” her eyes flick up, and she smiles just a little.

“You should come over for a picnic on Sunday.  We're usually done with our work around lunch time.”  As strict as Floyd was with his work, he had become even more strict about making sure they didn’t overwork themselves on Sundays.  They had Addison to thank for that one.  

“Maybe I’ll come a little before lunch time and you can show me some stuff.” And maybe it’s the alcohol in her, maybe it’s the adrenaline that courses through her from the prospect of new love, or maybe it’s because Wylie has been looking at her like she’s his next meal for the last ten minutes, but she stands higher on her toes, her arms around his neck her leverage, and says: “I’ve been told before that I’m a real good cowgirl.”

Except Floyd refuses to overthink to much, not when he's between her thighs, tongue eagerly splitting her folds to circle her clit. He grins when she says how good it feels, his own hand was still wrapped around his cock. Floyd found himself growing harder with each rock of her hips against his mouth. "You taste so good," he says, turning to kiss her thigh. "You were driving me crazy in that cute little dress all day. You know that?" He grins up at her, sinking a single digit into her slick pussy with the same hand he was just using to please himself. With that he wraps his lips around her clit again, desperate to feel her cum against his mouth.

She shutters in a breath, and her fingers find their way into his hair, pulling him tighter to her core. "Wow." It's said so quietly, even he might not have heard. Pleasure builds up inside of her in such a way that she hasn't had in a long time. This was far different than what her own fingers can provide and fuck, it felt good. "Just like that," she mumbles, her previously tense body now making way for the flooding of her senses.

The way her thighs tighten around their wrist, refusing to let them go anywhere has them smirking from ear to ear. They couldn't get enough of the way she instantly folded the moment they got a little rough. The fingers thrusting inside her are unrelentless as they feel her pleasure dripping down their wrist. "Look at me, baby," Tommy urges, the digits that were just rubbing her clit now moving past her lips. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this for me."

Her skin still stings from where she'd been spanked, and it was a great distraction from the overwhelming pleasure between her thighs. She's busy rocking her hips back to meet the harsh thrust of thick fingers, until she's doing as she's told. Her head tilts down on the bed, and her eyes flicker up, long, black lashes, smudged mascara around the rims of her eyes. She feels so spread out like this, body pressed to the mattress, Tommy's fingers in her mouth, inside of her. It's all so overwhelming. She can feel her orgasm building and building and building at such a pace, she can't think, until her body gives way with a cry. Her eyes water, her lips loosen around the fingers in her mouth, and she shakes beneath their touch. Long, fingers dig into the blankets, fisting at the fabric, until she's gasping for a breath. "Fuck, Tommy," she pleads, the sensations too much, not enough, just right all at the same time.