Kaylie's World

“It’s better that way. Otherwise you get way up in your emotions and you don’t end up naked,” he mused in her ear before he nipped roughly along the side of her throat. “That’s because everybody else you’ve fucked has a pencil dick that can in no way satisfy you after everything I’ve given you,” it was completely egotistical, but around her Kody couldn’t help himself. She built him up in that way. “We fucking or not?”

Kody didn’t care for the semantics of their relationship, it wasn’t important right now. What was important, in his view, was his hand currently sliding down her chest and gripping her breast lightly. “Good, you’re not supposed to be able to. Isn’t that the point of doing what we do?” Kody grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so their chests would be flush. “The point of the fucking and the moaning and all the time spent naked.”

OPEN TO: Any Gender CONN: GF/BF/Partner, one night stand, wife/husband/etc, literally anybody except incest

Kody grabbed for his partner, pulling their back again against his firm chest. He was already shirtless, having just gotten out of the shower. “You’re just trying to tease me?” He growled in their ear as he pressed his hips forward into their ass, making the beginning of his erection obvious. “Well, you’re succeeding. So I hope this is what you were looking for,” the man’s hands began to roam up the other’s body, gripping, caressing, waiting.

“Just how many do you have?”

Sometimes he was simply a little too unfocused, to distracted by everything else to focus on his surroundings. And when you were driving on a skateboard you should definitely make sure to check your surroundings. So he was laying on his back, of course his butt hurt but this was okay, he had worse pain. He slowly sat up and even took her hand to get to his feet again. He licked his lips some once standing. “Is fine, I survived.” He nodded, stretching his body out shortly. “I’m sorry too, you didn’t get hurt, yeah? Should be more careful.”

Just not too little ago Thelo had locked his shop, he was all up for being opened until very late. He would also just open his shop sometime around noon so this was just okay for him. He would take his skateboard home, gladly he didn’t live too far away from his ship and so he didn’t need a car or using the subway. Skating home in the cool night air was one of the best feelings anyways. So yeah, it wasn’t only Kylie that nearly had a heart attack when he was about to move around the corner and nearly ran into her. “Holy fuck.” he was tired so it was no surprise that he stumbled over long legs and his suddenly stopping board to find himself crashing into the floor. “And you nearly killed me!” He called out from his now sitting laying on the ground, looking up at the female before he ended up laughing.

“Well, if y’like guys who own bars an’ has a really old cat, then yeah, I reckon y’two would get ‘long real well.” He smiled. “Y’know.. Yer right, it is in a way. Though minus th’ ‘most likely t’be a rockstar’ or some bullshit like that.”

“Probably. Sounds like my twin. He usually has so damn many pockets, it ain’t even funny.” He laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, they probably will, an’ I fuckin hate that shi, but hey… it’s show business or whatever.” He shrugged.

Sean took the lighter back once it was handed to him and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. “One day, miss many pockets.” He teased. “Yeah it is, but I’d rather it be real than a fuckin’ rumor, y’know?” He shrugged a bit as he moved to take off his cowboy hat.

“Yep, ‘m one of them guys.” Sean snorted and frowned before pulling out his lighter and handed it to her “Take mine instead of searchin’ fer yers.” He nodded. “Don’t help with th’captions bein’ like ‘Has he dumped his old man and gotten a new one?’ or ‘New friend with benefit? Go Sean!’

“Y’could say that… It’s more on th’internet an’ less kid friendly. Gotta be eighteen an’ up t’watch it.” Sean snorted a bit and crossed his arms as he nodded slowly. “I would, but what good does tha’ do me, y’know? They’ll jus’ keep on doin’ in.”

“Y’know… It kinda sucks bein’ famous… Sure, pay’s amazin’, I get all th’sex I want, but I get cameras shoved in my damn face an’ shit all the damn time. It ain’t all that’s cracked up t’be..” Sean huffed as he move to take a drag from his cigarette before blowing out the smoke slowly. “Shit gets old real quick, but y’gotta act all professional ‘cause it’s yer damn job, y’know?”