aren't we all a bit crazy?

Sounds like a fucking plan. You know what the mention of blood does to me, pretty boy. I am more than okay with blood. How ‘bout I make some time to see you tomorrow and when I get there, I wanna watch you playing with yourself. Better enjoy it because, baby, trust me, things will get rough. I might even be nice enough to let your hands free so you can touch me. Maybe.

Mm, wanna see me playing with myself? What would you do if you found out I’m feeling myself right now and fingering myself at the same time but pretending it’s you? More punishment I hope. I want you to take me rough and hard, leaving me a bloody sweaty mess. You best tie my hands up really good or handcuff me.. Cause if I get my hands on you? I’ll make my mark.

Being naughty and playing with yourself now? Can’t even keep your hands off while claiming you want me. I have a present for you. Something to make it a little easier to pretend it’s me. Might just have to tie your hands and whip that perfect ass of yours then tie you, face down, ass up, and fuck you good and hard. Then turn you over and keep fuckin’ you. If I knew things were sturdy enough, I’d possibly hang you from the ceiling, ass spread so naughty, and just fuck you like that, making sure you can’t touch me. 

Sounds like a fucking plan. You know what the mention of blood does to me, pretty boy. I am more than okay with blood. How ‘bout I make some time to see you tomorrow and when I get there, I wanna watch you playing with yourself. Better enjoy it because, baby, trust me, things will get rough. I might even be nice enough to let your hands free so you can touch me. Maybe.

Colby’s head fell back from the pained pleasure rocking through him. That cock plowing inside with no lube, fingernails digging into tanned flesh to mark their territory and his body burning with desire to taste the man beneath. He couldn’t stop the hunger from rising- but he had to keep it at bay for the sake of the man he loved. There’s no way he’d turn Jon and have him live like this. Having to kill people, one every week, to survive. Those brown irises focusing back down on the pale blues below as he continued thrusts on his lovers thickness. Breathing heavy. The vampires hands running across Jon’s chest and abs before resting them against pecs for leverage. “Talk.. talk to me. I need to hear your voice, baby.” Something about the Ohioan’s raspy voice could always get him going, which is why they’d turn to phone sex whenever unable to be together.

Jon let out a low moan, each time Colby’s ass met his hips, another moan slipped out. He couldn’t stop them if he wanted to. It was too good. How he’d lucked out like this, he’d never understand it but wouldn’t question it either. This was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever find, he was sure of that. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, as if designed to do just that. At first he’d worried about Colby taking his cock without lube but now he realized why. That pain-laced pleasure that rocked the Iowan was not lost on him, the Ohioan fighting his urge to flip them and fuck him with every bit of passion coursing through his veins. Blue eyes met brown, pale hands roaming over perfectly tanned skin, tracing the way his muscles flexed with each bounce. “Fuck,” he groaned softly. “So goddamn perfect, that ass. Made for my cock, I swear. Just wanna flip you over and pound you, baby. Make you moan, beg for it, and scream my name so everyone hears you. Fuck this cock. Moan for me, Colby. Show me just how much you like it.” His hips lifted, meeting Colby’s thrusts, head thrown back against the pillow in pure ectasy. “Bite me,” he growled. “Mark me the way I mark you.” One hand found its way to Colby’s hair, tangling there as he pulled him down for a kiss; rough, aggressive. 

There was that raspy rugged voice which could get him going at the drop of a hat. Sometimes finding random videos on Youtube which had his lover talking when he’s horny and jerking off to them because he misses him. He’d miss that familiar scent that radiates the older studs body, his heartbeat pounding in the vampires ears, and especially those conversations which led to teasing. Ever since they met back in FCW? There has always been this attraction- at first not too obvious. That’s until they met for the first time in the ring. They moved perfectly together in every way. Wrestling soulmates. But who truly knew how destined they were to cross paths constant inside the ring as well as outside in pure reality. Suddenly Jon’s voice begging to be bitten caused a panic, basically holding back that hunger piss poorly as it is. To get that off of the others mind- he kissed extra aggressively and sloppy. Finally speaking breathless against lips. “Flip us and pound me into fucking oblivion.. do it. I need to feel your cock carving your name on my damn soul, baby. Please. Give it to me like we both like it.” All the while his thick ass didn’t stop it’s assault on the Ohioan’s thickness. Soft moans slipping out into sounds of their love making.

Jon was lost. Colby’s body was perfect, something he’d spend his free-time worshipping, as long as his dick wasn’t buried in him of course. The moment their bodies were in this proximity, no clothes, close enough to fuck, that’s what happened. He was drawn to the other male. If he kept his clothes on, he could give Colby the appreciation he deserved, otherwise, he had to have him. Blue eyes watched, tongue poking from between parted lips as he fought to control his breathing. There was always something about the other that had made him want Colby, though he never knew just what it was. They were amazing together, as a team or opponents, or in this sense. He loved seeing the Iowan work but loved seeing him like this even more. Soft bruises showing up against tanned caused him to thrust his hips upward again, moaning loudly against Colby’s lips. His words caused him to growl, quickly flipping them over. “Anything for you, baby,” he practically growled. Anything thoughts of teasing were gone the moment he looked down at his lover. Hips moving quickly, roughly, as if determined to bruise, or as Colby had put it, cock trying to reach his soul. “You’re so goddamn perfect,” he whispered softly, lips finding the pulse point in the other’s neck, biting at it softly. “And all fucking mine. Always.” 

Did you know that I could have a dildo made that’s exactly like my dick? Amazing the shit ya find online. We could have all sorts of fun.

Well, smartass. I’m learning and it’s all because of you. Mm, I don’t know if you deserve it, honestly. Then again, might slip in while you’re sleeping, slide it in, and leave. See how long it takes ya to wake up. Wanna watch you use it. There are all sorts of fun toys online.

I'm glad. I'm trying to learn so I can keep my man happy. Take good care'a you. I've not quite mastered those but I will. Wanna watch you jerk it and fuck yourself. Tell me how you feel about things you slip in and travel with to tease you along the way. You gonna cross the line into bondage with me? Promise to take good care'a you. Mm, might get you one of these and slide it in that ass'a yours then sit back and watch ya. Stroke it and just before you can cum, take it away and give you the real thing. Then just keep fuckin' ya til I'm satisfied.

Did you know that I could have a dildo made that’s exactly like my dick? Amazing the shit ya find online. We could have all sorts of fun.

Well, smartass. I'm learning and it's all because of you. Mm, I don't know if you deserve it, honestly. Then again, might slip in while you're sleeping, slide it in, and leave. See how long it takes ya to wake up. Wanna watch you use it. There are all sorts of fun toys online.

Did you know that I could have a dildo made that's exactly like my dick? Amazing the shit ya find online. We could have all sorts of fun.

Colby’s head fell back from the pained pleasure rocking through him. That cock plowing inside with no lube, fingernails digging into tanned flesh to mark their territory and his body burning with desire to taste the man beneath. He couldn’t stop the hunger from rising- but he had to keep it at bay for the sake of the man he loved. There’s no way he’d turn Jon and have him live like this. Having to kill people, one every week, to survive. Those brown irises focusing back down on the pale blues below as he continued thrusts on his lovers thickness. Breathing heavy. The vampires hands running across Jon’s chest and abs before resting them against pecs for leverage. “Talk.. talk to me. I need to hear your voice, baby.” Something about the Ohioan’s raspy voice could always get him going, which is why they’d turn to phone sex whenever unable to be together.

Jon let out a low moan, each time Colby’s ass met his hips, another moan slipped out. He couldn’t stop them if he wanted to. It was too good. How he’d lucked out like this, he’d never understand it but wouldn’t question it either. This was the closest thing to heaven he’d ever find, he was sure of that. Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, as if designed to do just that. At first he’d worried about Colby taking his cock without lube but now he realized why. That pain-laced pleasure that rocked the Iowan was not lost on him, the Ohioan fighting his urge to flip them and fuck him with every bit of passion coursing through his veins. Blue eyes met brown, pale hands roaming over perfectly tanned skin, tracing the way his muscles flexed with each bounce. “Fuck,” he groaned softly. “So goddamn perfect, that ass. Made for my cock, I swear. Just wanna flip you over and pound you, baby. Make you moan, beg for it, and scream my name so everyone hears you. Fuck this cock. Moan for me, Colby. Show me just how much you like it.” His hips lifted, meeting Colby’s thrusts, head thrown back against the pillow in pure ectasy. “Bite me,” he growled. “Mark me the way I mark you.” One hand found its way to Colby’s hair, tangling there as he pulled him down for a kiss; rough, aggressive. 

On my way. Try not to choke on that gum I know you’re chewin.

The sight of the Ohioan was always boner worthy, but with nothing except bare skin showing? It’s like looking into Heaven’s pearly gates. Jonathan Good was beautiful in his own way. Knowing he couldn’t get away with calling him such a name, so he’d keep it to himself. Finally his lover crawled inbetween legs which he spread further and dark brown orbs stared down. Colby removing his hand from boxer briefs to enjoy everything more- nibbling at his bottom lip. “Oh.. Jon..” Those kisses, bites and calloused hands leaving marks over tanned flesh had breathing pick up. His length becoming harder if at all possible. The Iowan getting lost in pleasure before suddenly they were face to face, hips grinding against each other. “F-fuck. Can’t wait to feel you inside.” Colby grabbing the back of the others neck then into hair to tug him down as they shared a passionate kiss. Not stopping until lungs started to burn, grinning along Jon’s lips. “Help me out of these briefs.. I can’t wait much longer.”

Jon never quite understood ho people found him attractive but he’d long given up trying to figure it out when it came to Colby. The Iowan, on the other hand, was perfect. Scuplted like those statues of heroes and gods from ancient times. Every inch was perfect. He’d always enjoyed being one of the few to get to see him shirtless, back when they wore their riot gear and changed in the same locker room. Once we started wrestling on his own and going shirtless, Jon had gotten jealous, often finding himself watching, wishing that not everyone was enjoying such a perect sight. No here he was, pinning the most perfect man he’d ever seen to the bed, moans falling from their lips. “All yours,” he whispered roughly. As their lips met, he nipped gently at Colby’s bottom lip, moaning softly into the kiss. “Gonna get you outta them and then, baby, you better get to work or I’m gonna lose it. I need that perfect ass.” With that, he shifted, easing the briefs over Colby’s hips, moaning softly as they were moved to reveal even more perfection. 

Colby had an ego and he had no problem telling others how great he looked. Of course he earned the right with the time he spent in Crossfit. The fact was, this body belonged to one person who happened to be hovering right about him in this moment. Were things official? Not at all. He deeply hoped the courage would rise within himself to ask soon before Jon ended up believing this was all some friend with benefits ordeal. Not that their times together were anything less than filled with passion for each other. Obvious they weren’t just wrestling soulmates, but soulmates in complete form. “…and all yours. I don’t want anybody else but you. Understand? I belong to you. This ass belongs to you.” Colby softly nibbling back on the Ohioans lip before he pulls away to slip off those briefs. It wasn’t but a single second that his body is free of them that he shoves his lover over onto his back- straddling him. He leans to kiss down Jon’s chest, swirling tongue around one hard nub then sucking it between lips. Remembering the story of when it was torn and sewed back on. The Iowan moved hips back and forth, causing the others cock to slide teasingly along his ass crack.

Jon knew two things in that moment; he needed Colby and he wanted Colby. Had this been anyone else, he would have thought it was just sexual desire, pure lust. But this was Colby. This was his other half. He wasn’t one for sweet gestures and knew that eventually he’d have to find a way to make things more official than they were now. He hoped his declaring himself all Colby’s would do that but he wasn’t so sure. “I never plan to share,” he whispered, his voice softer than he’d probably ever heard it himself. “You’re mine. I’m yours. Got it?” He mentally kicked himself. Colby, this perfect being, deserved more than that as a declaration of feelings. He was quickly lost, though, the moment they were flipped over. Soft moans, almost animalistic groans fell from parted lips as rough fingers found dark locks of hair, tangling there. “Fuck,” he choked out, watching the other. He knew this was the Iowan’s night to be in control but he couldn’t help it, hips lifted, shifting slightly as he sought what he desired. “Baby… fuck. Gimme that ass. Need it.”

There wasn’t anything like the moan of his lover underneath him. Never wanting to stop making this man feel good as long as they both shall live. Of course at this rate he’d out live everybody he possibly knew. It made him sad to think about, but having nights like this only brought up that realization even more than necessary. Did Jon admit to wanting just him or was this some sort of heat of the moment? Whatever it may be, he’d take it. “I got it, baby. I’m not sharing you with anybody else.” Another couple kisses against the others chest and digits tangling in his hair put him over the edge. No more waiting. Especially with Jon begging for it. The Iowan moved into position to take that hard length without any sort of lube- needing that little bit of pain. He stared down into those pale blues as he slammed down entirely on the cock, moaning out. “Shiiiit. So perfect..” Not wasting time in beginning to bounce.

In the back of his mind, stored away for another day, was the thought of doing something for the other. Show him just how special he was to the rough Ohioan. He may suck at it but he’d risk embarrassment to put a smile on Colby’s face. He nodded, tongue darting over his lips. “Good. All yours,” he murmured, blue eyes falling closed as he enjoyed the attention. He loved the feeling of his lover, the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on, pressed against him in such a way. Hands moved to his hips, looking up at him, eyebrow raised. “You sure ab-” Blue eyes fell closed, a loud moan being ripped from parted lips. His hands slipped lower, giving Colby’s ass a good squeeze. “So..fucking...perfect.” He couldn’t think straight the moment Colby started moving, his own hips lifting every few bounces. It took everything in him to not flip them over and take control, fingers digging into tanned flesh, doing his best to leave his mark. 

The sight of the Ohioan was always boner worthy, but with nothing except bare skin showing? It’s like looking into Heaven’s pearly gates. Jonathan Good was beautiful in his own way. Knowing he couldn’t get away with calling him such a name, so he’d keep it to himself. Finally his lover crawled inbetween legs which he spread further and dark brown orbs stared down. Colby removing his hand from boxer briefs to enjoy everything more- nibbling at his bottom lip. “Oh.. Jon..” Those kisses, bites and calloused hands leaving marks over tanned flesh had breathing pick up. His length becoming harder if at all possible. The Iowan getting lost in pleasure before suddenly they were face to face, hips grinding against each other. “F-fuck. Can’t wait to feel you inside.” Colby grabbing the back of the others neck then into hair to tug him down as they shared a passionate kiss. Not stopping until lungs started to burn, grinning along Jon’s lips. “Help me out of these briefs.. I can’t wait much longer.”

Jon never quite understood ho people found him attractive but he’d long given up trying to figure it out when it came to Colby. The Iowan, on the other hand, was perfect. Scuplted like those statues of heroes and gods from ancient times. Every inch was perfect. He’d always enjoyed being one of the few to get to see him shirtless, back when they wore their riot gear and changed in the same locker room. Once we started wrestling on his own and going shirtless, Jon had gotten jealous, often finding himself watching, wishing that not everyone was enjoying such a perect sight. No here he was, pinning the most perfect man he’d ever seen to the bed, moans falling from their lips. “All yours,” he whispered roughly. As their lips met, he nipped gently at Colby’s bottom lip, moaning softly into the kiss. “Gonna get you outta them and then, baby, you better get to work or I’m gonna lose it. I need that perfect ass.” With that, he shifted, easing the briefs over Colby’s hips, moaning softly as they were moved to reveal even more perfection. 

Colby had an ego and he had no problem telling others how great he looked. Of course he earned the right with the time he spent in Crossfit. The fact was, this body belonged to one person who happened to be hovering right about him in this moment. Were things official? Not at all. He deeply hoped the courage would rise within himself to ask soon before Jon ended up believing this was all some friend with benefits ordeal. Not that their times together were anything less than filled with passion for each other. Obvious they weren’t just wrestling soulmates, but soulmates in complete form. “…and all yours. I don’t want anybody else but you. Understand? I belong to you. This ass belongs to you.” Colby softly nibbling back on the Ohioans lip before he pulls away to slip off those briefs. It wasn’t but a single second that his body is free of them that he shoves his lover over onto his back- straddling him. He leans to kiss down Jon’s chest, swirling tongue around one hard nub then sucking it between lips. Remembering the story of when it was torn and sewed back on. The Iowan moved hips back and forth, causing the others cock to slide teasingly along his ass crack.

Jon knew two things in that moment; he needed Colby and he wanted Colby. Had this been anyone else, he would have thought it was just sexual desire, pure lust. But this was Colby. This was his other half. He wasn't one for sweet gestures and knew that eventually he'd have to find a way to make things more official than they were now. He hoped his declaring himself all Colby's would do that but he wasn't so sure. "I never plan to share," he whispered, his voice softer than he'd probably ever heard it himself. "You're mine. I'm yours. Got it?" He mentally kicked himself. Colby, this perfect being, deserved more than that as a declaration of feelings. He was quickly lost, though, the moment they were flipped over. Soft moans, almost animalistic groans fell from parted lips as rough fingers found dark locks of hair, tangling there. "Fuck," he choked out, watching the other. He knew this was the Iowan's night to be in control but he couldn't help it, hips lifted, shifting slightly as he sought what he desired. "Baby... fuck. Gimme that ass. Need it."