the wicked get no rest.

thinking about making this a superhero-focused account? and then either make a sideblog for other fandoms, or making the other fandoms / muses secondary?

“...yeah?” he was very much glad randy was taking things on his hands (his big, strong, firm hands, he would add) — figuratively, as was even clearer than archie in terms of how their night was going to end, and literally, when he lifted him up until his round cheeks were laying onto the cold surface of the older man’s dinner table. his boxers were still waiting on his ankles when he asked: “you don’t want me to watch it?” though his eyes were already closed, almost waiting for the man to fulfill his unpromised promise. “but also yes, very much yes.” with a large smirk on his lips, and his hands reaching out (because it isn’t you have the chance to caress such mouth-watering abs), he gave the man the control of himself.

the water was warm and felt as embracing of him as valentine was. some lazy laughing and touching and caressing, and they were back to making-out, getting and more intense. the focus on his butt during the caressing part didn’t go unnoticed by connor, it very much didn’t. “my classes don’t start until ten today. got anywhere you need to be early?” as if it was completely casual, his hand went to the man’s member, moving with the lightness and slowness of a feather falling down, nearly letting it go — non-verbally asking if he should tight his grip and fasten his strokes.

despite being a fan of getting called one, archie wouldn’t consider himself a slut. sure, he wasn’t the most selective, and there was that time he had to wash his hair three times to get the all the cum out — but that didn’t make him a slut, okay? he just likes to take an opportunity when he sees one. like when jeremy, one of his football team bros, approached him in chemistry class, eyes dark with hunger for him. and, well, he did find the other very much attractive, so what damage is there to reciprocate to the obvious flirting? “yeah, you think so? back to eating it, please...” he was trying his best not to outright ride jeremy’s face, restraining himself at pushing backwards to get more and more contact. the hands roamed his body, and he could tell his cock was leaving more of his precum on jeremy’s abs, and the sight got a big moan out of him. “mm, jeremy, i can’t wait much more - need you ‘side of me, please, just fuck me already, please, please!” his movement got harsher and more intense; but, as desperate for the boy’s cock as he was (he wasn’t managing to suck it anymore, with so much pleasure on his ass), he didn’t make a move yet — he was jeremy’s to fuck, after all, so he waited to see if the other would have mercy on him after the beginning and stop what felt like the best and smuggest teasing.

“didn’t think you would mind it, though.” he couldn’t tell if the man was serious or not, but ned wasn’t planning on leaving anyway. his legs and arms and head ache, and he needed a steamy tub and company. a hot bath could solve the muscle pain, he found, but only a nightly company could solve other hurtings — and what soldiers whispered on the light-haired man was unkind at least and unholy at worst, and ned knew he would be perfect as his company. “i think you’ll be thanking me quite some tonight.” his clothing laid on the floor as he poured beer on both geralt’s and his cup. he lowers himself on the other side of the tub, taking notice of the hunger that burned in the other’s eyes. he takes a large gulp, and blurs it out, suddenly scared he misunderstood the other’s glances. “i wonder how many men have pulled on your hair.”

“yeah, okay...” he isn’t sure if the other even heard him, the wind probably blowing his words away. despite agreeing, he doesn’t get up, dozing off in the calmness of the other’s hands and lips and warmness.

and, likewise, he could show briar some affection while pounding into the man. he could kiss his neck, or groan about how hot he was, or use his hand to pleasure the other. but he very much didn’t want to. he wanted to hold his hips, and pull his hair, and force his arch down. “it’s mine, you’re all mine-” his hand comes down bringing fire, and leaves briar’s asscheek red. “gonna use you so good, make you my bitch-” a slap on the another cheek, and he wonders if briar had always wanted to be bent over by him like this, before deciding it didn’t matter. he didn’t care much over what the man desired, and he was balls deep into him anyway.

“i sure am, my pretty boy.” tony had been captivated, completely enchanted by the young man, from the first moment he saw him — and it didn’t take long for them to find a dynamic both of them enjoyed. andrew would get gifts and money and praise, tony would get a pair of rosy lips and a well-shaped ass to ruin. he bought the best notebook money could afford, and got to tie andrew up. he scheduled a trip to south america two weeks from then, and andrew rode him like never. he took andrew to stay the night in the best hotel in the state, and would fuck andrew in its window. “let’s get you out of these clothes, shall we? you won’t be needing them.” his tone is demanding, nearly harsh, and his hands are the same, pushing the boy’s pants down — and smiling when he saw the boy was using his lacy present. “nice panties, baby.” he snarks against the pale neck, a light bite going along, and he adds. “gonna’ fuck you through them.”

“is it working?” he gets even closer, smugness all over his face. “but no, i’m not. i won’t get arrested, so don’t worry about that. i have my contacts.” he didn’t; he was just too quick to disappear for the cops to catch. that’s why he never managed to approach the younger man, despite typically exchanging one or two words before he had to run off. “then i guess i like to know who i’m flirting with. what do you say?”

tom wasn’t one to get down that often. really, he wasn’t one to even have sex that often, but, when he did, he usually ends on the receiving end of a blowjob. but... well, the only way he could think to explain how often he would suck allen off is that he had a mouthwatering dick. it was big and attractive and felt good on his tongue. there was an action movie on the tv, and he was probably working on it for nearly half an hour, sometimes letting allen take more control, but mostly sucking it on his own behalf. only letting it get out of his mouth in order to suckle on the man’s heavy balls, making sure to get every centimeter of allen’s crotch wet. he thought the other was interested in the movie and would only pay him more attention when it was done (which he didn’t really mind; he had something to distract himself with), but a big hand started to explore his back, lowering and lowering and lowering.

“well, that’s a shame.” archie wasn’t sure of how they had started playing strip poker, or how he was so bad the older man was scoring on him non-stop, but he was glad so. having the chance to expose himself to a good-looking guy like randy? his lingering glances hadn’t gone unnoticed, but he wasn’t sure if the man meant them to be discreet anyway. he surely wasn’t being cautious, when taking in randy’s bulging muscles and meaty pecs. “y’know, i was having a lot of fun. do you think we could still keep going? bet something else from me?” he asks, while getting up and sliding his boxers down his legs, letting air comfortably hit his junk.

“you want a show?” he softly pushes the younger man down to the couch. his last shift had been draining, but god he was eager for his boyfriend. and, with that much lust on his face, he was already so turned on. “maybe if you ask nicely. a please — i think that would be good enough, yeah.” he probably fell to the more vanilla side, but some light teasing could never be off the table.