Safe. Decent. Innocent.

I’m also co-starting a RP forum, which I will share when it’s ready. It’ll be a one-account sandbox site which welcomes smut in all its variations. I’ll link this on all my blogs after i’ve deleted the content, which will be happening in the next coupe of days as I finish saving things down.

Archie hated how helpless he felt when his friends were upset, but all he could do was hold Kevin close and rub his back, waiting in silent comfort until Kevin calmed a little. The plea was quiet but desperate and there was no way Archie was going to deny him something that would apparently make him feel better. Tugging Kevin even closer, he lifted a hand and stroked his fingers through his hair, “Anything you want.” He murmured, kissing Kevin firmly. He pulled away for a breath to meet Kevin’s eyes and make sure it was ok, then kissed him again, longer and deeper.

Carrying Kevin over to the bed, he kept hold of the smaller teen until he was knelt on the mattress, then laid him down without breaking the kiss. He was determined to show Kevin, not only how much he wanted him but how he truly felt about him, not just a casual hook-up but as a boyfriend. Still kissing him long and slow and deep, he stroked his palms over Kevin’s body and made sure to pay extra attention to the places he knew were more sensitive or felt good for Kevin. 

“You’re a good boy, Archie.” Fred murmured, smiling softly at his son. He was always glad to see Archie being so helpful, it was proof that he had managed to raise his son well. He pulled his shirt down and bit his bottom lip, trying to ignore the rub of his son’s head against his crotch. Preoccupying himself with other thoughts, he planned what else he needed to do, he had to put on his flannel shirt and shoes, had to grab his wallet and phone and keys. When Archie’s head had finally moved away, he patted his son on the top of the head, ruffling his hair a little, “Don’t worry about your old dad too much, the doctors have said that I’ll be able to bend and twist as good as new in a few more weeks.”

Archie groaned and grabbed the bottle, using the baby oil to coat his fingers. He pressed the tip of one finger into Kevin and dipped his head to bite and suck a bruise into Kevin’s neck, “If how hard I come when I jerk off to you is any indication, you’re not gonna have a problem with that.” He grinned, slipping a second finger into him and scissoring them inside him. “I, uh, haven’t done this with a guy before, tell me if you need or want more prep?”

The shower that he’d pushed Kevin under had baby oil set on the little soap rack, placed there by him earlier because he used it on his skin after showering after practises. Luckily, it was also handy for other things he wanted to do in the showers, like fuck Kevin the way he had been craving since their first kiss. “Anything you want.” He murmured, biting Kevin’s bottom lip, “Any way you want.” Rolling their hips together, he slid his hands down to palm Kevin’s ass, “I’ve been thinking about this since the first time you pinned me to a mat.”

Fred was healing, almost completely healed in fact, but he still moved slow with somethings, like changing his clothes. The movements needed were still tricky for him. So when Archie walked in, Fred was in his underwear, psyching himself up to put on his pants, because bending was the worst of the lot. “Not quite ready yet, kiddo.” He murmured, rubbing at the back of his neck self-consciously and grabbing a t-shirt to slowly pull on. 

One of Moose’s favourite things about Kevin was that while he was built from wrestling, he was still light enough that Moose could pick him up and he didn’t mind when Moose swept him up off his feet, didn’t feel like Moose was trying to demean him with it. Sliding his hands down Kevin’s ass, he gripped his thighs and lifted him without breaking the kiss. At this angle, if Kevin was prepped, he could just angle his cock up and fuck him like this, he’d done that a few times. “Want you, Kev.” He mumbled into the kiss. 

“Is that what you want, Kev?” Archie asked, backing Kevin towards the locker room showers. Getting Kevin to help him get better at wrestling was one of his better ideas, it had brought them closer together but they hadn’t gone this far before. Kissing him again, he pressed Kevin against the wall of the showers, pinning him between cool tiles and his warm body. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah, you’ll get off.” He chuckled, knowing that that wasn’t what Bobbi had meant but not caring. His free hand clamped down over the smaller man’s mouth and his smirk widened, “Those squirmy whimpery orgasms that come one after the other after the other until you’re so sensitive that it takes barely anything for you to whine your way through another one.” While he hadn’t planned on coming back, he did remember every moment of their time together and how beautifully Bobbi had come apart for him. 

The fingers that had been gentle in his hair suddenly gripped tight and pulled him over, rubbing the head of her cock against his lips. “Suck, kotenok, show me how much you need me to fuck you, to breed you.” She ordered, using one hand to text her brother for him to bring over a hamper of food so she could feed the omega later.