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10: Temperature Play

Carlos is always weak for TK. He's always been ridiculously sensitive, and with his boyfriend knowing exactly how to touch him, he's powerless to avoid desperation. This is a new level, however.

TK had the brilliant idea to try temperature play, which is how Carlos wound up on his back, hands tied to the headboard, squirming as TK jerks him off with one warm and wet hand while he uses the other to trace Carlos' nipples with an ice cube.

"Feel good, baby?"

He nods and whines. TK just smirks at him, which is all the warning he get before TK switches hands and his ice cold skin is wrapped around Carlos' cock instead. Immediately, he arches off the bed with a sharp cry. He can't tell if it brought him closer to the edge or pushed him away. All he knows is that he has no idea what to do with the overwhelming pattern of sensations. He whimpers out a plead, not certain what for, to which TK responds with a shit-eating grin.

"I know, baby. It's so much, isn't it?"

He nods.

"Oh, sweet boy, you're doing so well for me."

The second his hand has started to warm up, he lets go. Carlos scarcely has the time to protest over the sudden loss of sensation before the ice cube that was on his chest is suddenly against the head of his cock, rubbing in tiny little circles. He cries out at the sudden sensation and tries to get away from it- with no success, as it turns out.

9: Oviposition

"You're doing great, Nancy," Michelle praises, offering her a smile with too many sharp teeth. Only a few moments ago, she bit down on Nancy's inner thigh and filled her with the aphrodisiac venom that makes her so relaxed and desperate to be filled that this should be easy. "Just relax for me, baby girl."

Nancy nods, though it's hard to relax with a squirming tentacle buried so deep in her pussy she can almost taste it in the back of her throat. It probes her walls, feeling how much give there is and trying to make sure she's as wet and needy as possible to ease the process.

Then the thin tip begins to probe at the opening of her cervix and even with the venom in her veins, Nancy tenses up and whimpers. Michelle shushes her again and kisses her, her human hands skating over Nancy's sides to try and provide some comfort to her.

"Let me in, you can do it."

Without waiting for an affirmative, the tentacle begins to force its way into her cervix. She cries out from the strange and slightly painful intrusion, but it's not so bad once it settles in there and stays still. Then, still not warning Nancy, Michelle begins to pass the eggs through the tentacle. She feels it at the opening of her pussy. At least in this aspect, the venom has her so relaxed that the stretch comes easily and brings her no pain, though she can absolutely feel how big it is. She shudders in pleasure up until the point where the bulge in the tentacle reaches her cervix.

"No, Michelle, I can't, I can't, I can't-"

"You can. Take a deep breath." Michelle bites her again, on her throat this time, flooding her with a fresh wave of venom that makes her brain let go of every thought that isn't the physical sensations she's experiencing. "There's a good girl."

The egg forces its way through her cervix and Nancy screams, her whole body tensing as an unexpected orgasm rushes through her. She can feel herself dripping around the tentacle. The egg makes a heavy weight in her uterus that she's unused to. She squirms a little, clinging to Michelle, but it's not over.

Another one begins to work its way into her body and she sobs. She shakes her head. She thrashes, unable to stay still, until some of Michelle's other tentacles hold her down. All she can do is lay here and take it.

8: Somnophilia

For his whole life, Buck has struggled with insomnia, and with all the stress and trauma he deals with as a firefighter, things haven't gotten better. Finally, however, his doctor has prescribed him a sleeping medication to use- off shift only- so he can get some rest and quit running him into the ground. Eddie is happy for him, obviously, but there's more to it than that. After Buck's first good night's sleep in years, he sat Eddie down and explained to him what he wanted.

"This stuff knocks me out," he had said. "I'm dead to the world. You could do anything, and it probably wouldn't wake me up."

Which led to a thorough discussion, and now, to Eddie walking into their bedroom about an hour after Buck passed out. He looks so peaceful when he's actually sleeping. His face is completely blank, lips parted, hair messy and a little curly. He's not even clothed, in preparation for tonight, so Eddie gets to admire his bare ass and soft cock against his thigh.

He can't help the way the sight and accompanying thoughts make him hard as rock. There's so much he wants to do, but for now, he'll start simple. He slides into bed next to Buck, already naked as well, and takes his cock in hand. He taps the spongey head against Buck's slack lips. They're so warm and soft. In his sleep, Buck sniffles, but doesn't move at all.

Slowly, Eddie guides himself into Buck's mouth. It's so hot and wet, and Buck's tongue flutters against the base. Eddie swears under his breath and threads his hands through Buck's hair and guides him, careful not to push in too deep.

As he fucks his mouth, Eddie gets more confident. Buck has barely stirred at all. He starts to force him to take more, grinding his hips up into Buck's mouth so that he can feel the back of his throat fluttering around his cock. This is the point where Buck whines a little and furrows his brow, but he still remains adrift.

Eddie glances down to see that Buck has managed to get hard just from this. He must be dreaming of Eddie, he thinks smugly, because even asleep he loves to be used.

it doesn't take long for Eddie to be close. He won't come inside Buck, too concerned with choking him, so at the last moment, he pulls out and comes on his face, marking him up with concrete proof of what's happened.

7: Breeding

Regardless of how much either Buck or Eddie actually want another kid, they get so much pleasure from talking about how Eddie's going to breed him full with their pups. It's a staple to the point where at least one comment will be made every time they're intimate.

Tonight, Eddie has Buck's legs pinned so he's practically bent in half, held down by Eddie's hands on his ankles and body weight put into the hold. His knot had begun to swell the minute he pushed inside, so now that they've been going at it for a bit, he can feel the hard knot every time it presses against his rim with a promise of locking him and his Alpha together.

"Please, Alpha," he whines, frantically pulling Eddie closer by his fluffy hair. "Need you to knot me, breed me, fuck. I need it."

Eddie shushes him gently and bites at his neck. It's a silent promise he'll give Buck absolutely everything. Buck knows he always will. He rakes his nails down Eddie's back as some way of trying to do something with the insane amount of pleasure washing over him in waves without a moment's pause to catch his breath,

"You're so good," Eddie praises, when he catches how overwhelmed Buck is feeling. "You can take it. Good Omega."

He arches his back as Eddie finally begins to work his knot inside him. The stretch is overwhelming in the best kind of way, and it's not even really inside yet. When it is, he'll be helpless not to come with a rush of fresh slick and a mess of cum across both of their stomachs. Every inch that Eddie painstakingly presses into him sets a new wave of sparks across his vision.

The moment that Eddie's knot finally slips all the way in, locking the two of them together, Buck's mouth drops open in a silent scream, his orgasm washing over him as he feels Eddie begin to fill him up with hot ropes of cum.

6: Bondage and Overstimulation

There's an undeniable headrush to having this kind of power, but nothing as close as he gets knowing that it's his bossy captain at his mercy. Owen is completely tied to the bed, every rope leading taught to the bedposts so he has no hope of moving no matter how badly he wants to. All he can do is watch Paul sit in a chair in front of the bed, getting himself off.

"Not so high and mighty now, are you?" He muses, playing with the bullet vibrator he's more or less stolen from Owen's surprisingly extensive collection of sex toys. Even on its lowest settings, its vibrations are powerful and nearly overwhelming as he traces it around his cock. "You couldn't touch me if you tried."

Owen has yet to start to sink into the headspace where he's actually well behaved, so he rolls his eyes. "As if I'm the one who loses out when I don't get my hands on you."

His statement is undercut by the way his hand jerks as if to reach for him when Paul drags the bullet over his sensitive flesh, nearing his hole where he still hasn't let Owen touch him. He immediately looks up at Paul's face with a hint of desperation just beginning to edge into his gaze. Paul feels so smug. It's one thing just to make Owen watch him get off, but another entirely to tease him with the idea of what he will never be allowed to claim.

"I do just fine without you. I'd think a whore like you might be better at getting his partner off."

Owen's dick noticeably twitches from the comment, making Paul laugh as he turns up the speed of the vibrator. The sudden added intensity forces a moan out of him as he rocks his hips into the vibrator in addition to the movement of his hand. In reality, Owen is from a selfish or incapable partner, but mocking him is so much fun and has Paul hotter than anything.

As he starts to get louder, the stimulation driving him toward soft moans and gasps, he watches the way Owen keeps squirming as if trying to get stimulation. It's laughably pathetic to see. Paul hasn't decided yet if he feels like letting him come tonight. It's not like he has to know right now.

"You should pay attention. May be the only time you ever get to see me come."

Owen whimpers but his eyes lock in on the sight of Paul's crotch. He seems to be following every rotation of the vibrator with his eyes, like it will allow him to feel Paul's dick vicariously. Under his scrutiny, Paul comes for the first time, legs trembling, head thrown back in ecstasy from one of the best orgasms he's had in quite some time. When the aftershocks begin to fade and he looks at Owen once more to see his rapt attention. He tries to pull at his ropes some more and makes a whiny little protest from the back of his throat.

5: Lingerie

When Judd and Tommy walk into the room, Judd whistles in appreciation as they both rake their eyes over Grace. She knows she’s beautiful, even without their constant reminders, but she never feels it as much as when she dresses up all pretty for them and it drives her partners wild. Tommy immediately comes to sit on the bed, tracing her fingertips over the new set of lace lingerie reverently. The bralette turns into an emerald collar around her neck, and it might be this addition that makes her the most excited.

“She’s so pretty for us, isn’t she, Judd?” Tommy asks.

Judd nods as he sits at Grace’s other side. His hands twitch toward her, but he knows better than to touch without Tommy’s permission. “Most beautiful little thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

They seem to have discussed their plan of attack before joining Grace in the bedroom, because Judd props himself up against the headboard and draws Grace to sit between his spread legs, her back against his belly and her head tipped back to rest on his shoulder. With warm hands, he hooks her thighs over his so that her legs are held open wide and she has no hope of shutting them if she gets overwhelmed, as she so often does. He kisses the top of her head. Tommy then positions herself between Grace’s legs, and reveals a slim vibrator that Grace knows feels like a thousand volts of electricity against her clit when it’s on.

“Such a pretty present, I can’t stand to unwrap it.”

4: Cock Warming

It isn't like TK wasn't warned. He knows better than to mouth off, especially when he's been given a direct order, but he's spent so long being a brat and riling people up that it's hard to just be a good boy without a fight. Besides that, there's something to be said about the pleasure of Carlos making him behave. Typically, his punishments are still enjoyable and more than tolerable, but Carlos told him if he couldn't behave, he'd regret it.

Now, he's on his knees on the floor, settled between Carlos' knees with his mouth stuffed full of cock. Carlos is just long enough that when he holds TK down like this, the head of his cock presses against the back of his throat. TK can still breathe through his nose if he concentrates, but it's not easy and he can feel his drool seeping into Carlos' boxers that he didn't even bother to take off.

The worst part is that he isn't even hard. If he was hard, TK could get him off and then it would be over, but he's been specifically instructed not to even try and make him that way. No, he just has to sit here like this, the weight of Carlos heavy on his tongue, and try to be as still as possible. It's humiliating in the best possible way. He's still a little miffed about the whole thing, though.

His eyes start to drift shut and Carlos tugs at his hair. "No, baby. Look at me."

He looks up at Carlos through his lashes, sure he's a sight with his flushed cheeks, teary eyes, and obscenely stretched lips. Carlos uses his free hand to caress the side of his face, just barely smiling as he stares at him.

"You're so pretty like this. Like you were made for it. Were you made to keep my cock warm in your slutty mouth, baby?"

TK mumbles an affirmative, but nothing understandable comes out.

3: Pet Play

“Come here.”

Marjan whines as she crawls across the floor of their shared apartment, the carpet soft but still somewhat punishing on her knees. She doesn’t mind too much, though; she loves to be Nancy’s good puppy, even when she knows she’s about to be punished. One of the ways they play is that Nancy makes her hold it. She can use the restroom only when Nancy decides she can, and hours of denial combined with the overwhelming sensations of the hitachi wand proved to be too much even for her. Now, she’s left with her own piss running down her legs, making her sticky and turning the air acrid with its scent, crawling toward her Mistress with her proverbial tail tucked between her legs.

When she reaches Nancy, she kneels in front of her, acutely aware of the quickly cooling fluid on her skin. Nancy smiles at her, but Marjan knows better than to mistake the kind expression for forgiveness.

“Did you make a mess of yourself, sweet girl?” Nancy asks, her voice just beginning to tip into condescension. Marjan nods pitifully. “Oh, baby. You were being so good, too. I didn’t want to have to punish you tonight.”

Normally, punishment means being thrown over Nancy’s lap and paddled until her ass starts to bruise, but she knows she won’t be taken in hand that way when she’s such a mess. Nancy loves her, of course, and she has a bit of a streak for making Marjan wet herself, but she’s never been too interested in feeling that mess on her own body.

“Stand up, puppy.”

Marjan scrambles to obey, and crosses her arms behind her back to prove that she can be a good girl. Nancy walks behind her to the closet and retrieves something Marjan can’t see. The anticipation makes her squirm, but there’s nothing she can do besides wait until Nancy punishes her as she sees fit.

“I’m going to give you ten,” Nancy says. “You will count, and you will thank me after each one. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She isn’t sure what she’s expecting, but it isn’t the hard wood of a cane cracking across her ass. Marjan cries out, but manages to remember to say, “One, thank you Mistress.” Nancy hums in approval and strikes her again. She waits for Marjan to count and thank her before she moves on, over and over until Marjan finally sobs out, “Ten! Ten, Mistress, thank you. Thank you, I’m sorry.”

2: Boot Worship

Eddie loves Buck’s uniform more than he probably should. He just fills it out so well, and he keeps the thing crisp and clean, and it never fails to have Eddie drooling. During the workday, of course, he’s pretty good about keeping his head on straight, but there’s just no contending with the lust that overtakes him when Buck walks into their home still in uniform after a long day. Typically this means he was more interested in getting home than getting clean, and after a quick greeting he’ll make his way to the shower, but today, it’s more than that. They’ve talked about this. Planned for it. He’s hard the second Buck walks in like he’s in charge. For now, he is.

“Welcome home,” Eddie says.

Buck smiles, a second out of character that shows just how much he loves Eddie. It lasts long enough to register. Then it drops. Buck walks right past him and collapses onto the couch, stretching out to draw attention to the long lines of his body, and kicks his feet up onto the coffee table.

“I’ve had a long day,” he says, though he can’t seem to make his voice sound as bored as he intends to. “I didn’t have time to polish my boots. Make them shine.”

Even though they discussed this, Eddie still feels a shiver down his spine at the authoritative tone and the absolutely humiliating act. Silently, he drops to his knees next to Buck and takes hold of his left boot to steady it- as if Buck would move away right now. He sticks his tongue out, making a show of it, before he licks the side of it. The sharp whisper of antiseptic tells him that Buck had taken the time to clean and disinfect his boots before he walked through the front door, a silent step that reminds Eddie how much he really is loved and adored by this man. He quickly pushes the thought away so that he can focus on the task at hand.

He laves his tongue across every inch of Buck’s boot until it’s shining with his spit before switching to the other one. By now his mouth is dry and tastes a little gross, but he doesn’t dare hesitate in the task at hand. Every so often, he glances up at Buck, and finds him to be watching the motions of Eddie’s mouth closely as he palms himself through his blue uniform slacks. The gleam of the light off his badge is nearly enough to make Eddie cream in his own sweatpants.

By the time he’s finished, he’s painfully hard and desperate to get off. He reaches to touch himself, but is quickly stopped by nothing more than a raised eyebrow from Buck.

1: Rimming

Judd knows exactly what the point of this whole thing is. It’s one of those ways that Owen likes to prove that he’s the one in control, he’s the one who makes decisions, and he’s the one Judd has to listen to. It’s every bit as much of a power play as that time he made Judd hump his work boots to get off.

That doesn’t, however, mean that he minds in the slightest.

Like this, not only is he the only one of the two who can control how this goes, but it gives him the opportunity to actually touch Owen for once. He has his hands holding Owen’s thighs, keeping him pinned in place and hopefully leaving small purple bruises in the wake of his fingertips that he can see every time they do this and remember the small modicum of control he was allowed. He keeps his eyes shut- not that there’s much to see from this position- and busies himself with fucking Owen with his tongue.

He thinks it might be a lot easier if he was to get his fingers involved too. He could get deeper, his fingers are bigger, and it might be the lead-in he needs to finally be able to pin his captain down and show him what a good fucking feels like. However, he was told in no uncertain terms that he was to use only his mouth to pleasure Owen.

For once, Owen is also actually quiet, for lack of a better word. Of course he’s still moaning and gasping, squirming from the attention, but he’s not talking. There’s no mocking insults or haughty instructions. All that matters in this moment is that he’s at Judd’s mercy.

He takes a chance after about ten minutes and uses his strength to flip them over so Owen lies among the pillows and his legs are held up by Judd’s shoulders as he rims him. Owen makes an irritated sound, but doesn’t actually stop or reprimand him. Instead, he guides one of Judd’s hands from his thigh and guides it to his dick, silently ordering him to jerk him off as well.

The next time it happens, the two of them are the last of the day crew in the firehouse after a shift that seemed to drag on for years. They went through call after call with few breaks between. Lives were saved. Fires were put out. Now Judd is standing here in Owen's office, watching him pay far more attention to his stupid paperwork than the fact that Judd is there, begging in everything but words for his attention.

"Is there something I can help you with?" Owen asks, still not looking up from his paperwork.

"Uh, yeah, actually." Judd walks up to his desk and fiddles with the stupid little name plate. "I was thinking about last week, and I wanted to do it again. Hopefully I'll actually get to come this time."

Slowly, Owen raises his eyes from his work to Judd. His gaze is critical and sharp as it travels from Judd's tight shirt to his fitted jeans, spending extra time on the curves of his biceps and the bow of his lips. It's the kind of look that suggests he might be getting what he wants. Then Owen considers the situation for a moment, and finally decides, with a stern voice, "My office is no place for that, Judd. That whole wall is a window."

"We go somewhere else, then."

Owen points at the chair on Judd's side of the desk, clearly meaning for him to sit. Of course he obeys, even though it means he has to sit there in silence for nearly ten minutes while Owen finishes whatever he's working on. Finally, he stands up and starts walking out the door. Judd chases after him, all the way to the exterior of the fire station. Back behind the building, where nobody ever goes- especially on the night shift- Owen shoves him up against the wall and pushes his thigh between Judd's legs.

"That much of a slut for it?"

"Maybe I wouldn't be if you hadn't left me unsatisfied last time."

He laughs a bit at that, but then busies himself hitching Judd's bad leg up around his hip so he's left balancing on the other. The new angle allows their bulges to line up absolutely perfectly. Through the crisp slacks of Owen's captain uniform, he can feel how hard he is already. Judd would give anything to have that dick in him again, but he knows that it's a bad idea without lube and behind the damn station.

"I used to think you'd be a bottom," Judd goads, trying to get Owen to do more than just grind against him. "You seem the type."

Owen responds by spanking his thigh. it doesn't hurt that much through his jeans, but the action is enough to make him whimper. "As if I'd ever let you. You'd probably get so caught up in yourself you'd forget all about my pleasure, Judd."

"Like you did to me?"

He expects to be spanked again, but instead receives a harsh slap across the face. Judd should be offended, or even mad. Instead it makes him leak into his boxers. The effect must show on his face because Owen smirks and presses more firmly against him.

"Be good, Judd, or I'll leave."

"Yes, sir."

They continue to dry-hump for a few more minutes before Owen pushes him down, toward the floor. Judd goes willingly. and doesn't hesitate to yank down Owen's slacks and boxers to get to his dick. He's been thinking about getting his mouth on it far more than he'd like to admit.

He doesn't bother to start slow, taking as much as he can in the first go and using his fist to stimulate what he can't. Owen sighs and cups the back of his head. At first he's just touching him, but rather quickly, he seems far more interested in using the touch to control Judd's motions.

Owen seems to have very little regard for how Judd feels. He winds up holding Judd's head tightly to keep it in place as he fucks his mouth, swearing every time he pushes too deep and Judd can't help gagging a bit. Tears begin to drip down his cheeks. He tries to touch himself to relieve some of the pressure of how hard he is, but when Owen notices, he tsks and shifts to press his foot against Judd's crotch.

The entire rest of the time, he keeps his foot in place, using Judd's mouth until he's about to come. He finally pulls out and, as Judd is catching his breath, coats his face in cum. Judd barely manages to close his eyes in time. As Owen moans and pants through his orgasm, he tries not to be bothered by the sticky warmth now coating his skin.

As Owen puts himself away, he keeps his boot in place.

"Please," Judd whines, finding his voice to be absolutely wrecked, "please let me come? I was good for you, Cap, c'mon. Let me come, sir?"

Owen considers this before he says, "You may, but you'll hump my boot to get off, or you won't get off at all."