Gender Fuckery

“Thank you?” Tolly asked, healing the cut on his hand. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.” The half whitelighter added with a slight frown.

Miles grinned and rocked his hips between the fingers and the ring being put on, “I can be good. I can be really really good.” He promised, tipping his head to the side to give Mikey more room at his neck. He shivered hard, letting out a little whine, his neck was crazy sensitive. “You know me, Sir. I always think we should be naked. I’d be naked all the time if it wouldn’t get me thrown in a cell.”

Finally, he moved, crawling up the bed and settling between the man’s legs, spreading them further. The slave smelled good and Shelby let out a happy rumble, hands lifting the man’s pelvis from the bed to arch him better. It gave him a perfect target for his mouth, tongue diving into the man with no preamble and bearded chin rubbing against the man’s clit with each movement of his mouth.

Miles moaned softly, pressing back into the finger inside him. He loved Mikey’s fingers, long and elegant and so very nimble. “If I have the vibrator, do I still get your cock, Sir?” He asked, then nodded, “Yes, Sir. I need the ring.” He agreed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself enough not to come without permission. 

There were certain perils with living above your own dive-bar, especially when the place was packed to the gills and no one could properly keep an eye on the staircase up to his apartment. He’d learned long ago to sleep through even the loudest busiest night at the bar so it was no surprise that he didn’t stir when someone found their way into his lofted bedroom. The sheets had moved as he turned, twisted around one thigh and covering only that, one hip and a tiny section of his almost bare chest. He’d fallen asleep in an old denim shirt, undone and his underwear, a mere scrap of black lace that covers absolutely nothing of the sadly neglected pussy beneath it. Apparently he was having a very good dream by the way his chest heaved, his teeth caught on his lower lip over and over, his back arched enticingly and the dark fabric was growing sodden with his juices, the skin of his inner thighs getting slick and shiny. Even fast asleep, he was a temptation to the intruder. 

Indigo’s anger and lust had clouded his mind enough that he hadn’t noticed the lack of something against his crotch as they pressed together. “I don’t care.” He growled, not letting Sky push him too far away and helping him get his pants down past his knees. He expected the younger man to push down his own pants so the ripping seam was a pleasant surprise. When the head of his cock met hot wet skin, he rumbled happily and pressed further forward, until he could thrust into Sky in one long hard thrust. “I don’t care.” He reiterated, lifting one of his soulmate’s legs and hooking his knee over his elbow, practically lifting him from the floor and bending him in half to make it easier to drive his cock into Skylar over and over.

Miles’ teeth sank into his bottom lip hard, to keep from squirming as he was tied up. But by the time Mikey had finished, Miles was fully hard and needy. “Yours, all yours.” He moaned, “Love you.” He worked his wrists a little in the ropes, just testing the knots and relaxed again with a soft moan when he found them secure, “Are you going to play with your kitten?”

“Anything, just ask.” Noah promised again, smiling sweetly and wrapping his arms around Colin’s waist. “You could ask me to drop to my knees and eat you out in front of the whole school and I would.” 

"Mmmm, I do." Miles grinned, shifting his hips against the mattress as the praise made him harden in his jeans. He moaned into the kiss, trying to follow Mikey's lips when he pulled back, then bit his lip and settled back on the mattress. Resting his cheek against the bed, he folded his arms behind himself and relaxed in the position, muscles going slack. He spread his legs a little wider, hips shifting and ended up with his ass a little upturned, "Like t'is?" He asked quietly, wanting to be certain that he was doing what his dom wanted.

Fitz was pretty sure that that was a moan he’d heard but he didn’t want to come right out and say it. “I hope I haven’t called at a bad time, interrupted something. The delivery is going to be earlier tomorrow, by about an hour. There’s usually a big delivery before yours but that place has shut down so...” Biting his bottom lip, he reached down and readjusted himself, unable to stop imagining what Davis might look like relaxing at home, why he might be moaning. “I’m happy about it really, it means your delivery is right before my lunch break instead of after. I’ll get to hang around and grab something at your place.”