* FEELING FRISKY.

Lips parted to reply to their question, but he was interrupted by a moan tearing from his throat when their cocks pressed together, causing his cock to twitch against theirs. It surprised him, feeling just how aroused they had become during all of this. He took a second to compose his thoughts, eyes squeezing shut, before he let out a shaky exhale.

"You may tear it to shreds. I have many backup suits, so not to worry." Anything to get him out of this suffocating suit. He felt far too hot in it, right now, which was odd because usually it was quite heat tolerant. Perhaps it was because the heat came from his own body instead of some outside source.

"come on now, i'm nothing special. it's the same blob of muscle and fat you wake up to every morning." just like that, when the distance was closed, the bartender's face starts reddening, a flustered laugh instinctually escaping him. they'd been together for years now, yet the fire that burned between the pair hadn't yet dwindled, and it showed no signs of dying either.

"You take that back," Silco said, playfully slapping Vander's belly. "You're the second hottest man in all of Zaun and Piltover combined. Second only to me, of course." He couldn't help but be a little bit cheeky as a chuckle escaped him. Truly, though, he loved every single inch of his partner, and he always would.

"Hmm, is that so? So if I do this..." He trailed off as one hand ran down from Vander's chest to his stomach, all the way down to the band of his pants. "You're saying this was your plan all along? To entice me so I touched you all... over?" As he said the last word, his hand dipped behind the band of the other man's pants, sliding down to cup his dick through his underwear. Just touching him like that made his own dick twitch.

“alright alright, i’m coming…” the sheriff mutters more to himself than anyone else, trudging through the establishment and following gren through the trip trap’s main doors. he had every opportunity to not even bother, to leave the other high, dry and pent up, perhaps as some revenge for whatever he did during a previous encounter that still angered him to some degree. but, no— he’d be doing the exact same thing to himself. bigby knew damn well he couldn’t continue working in this state, not whilst he was riding an alcoholic high, and definitely not whilst his pants were still achingly tight below the belt.

Any comment about Bigby being a good dog following Gren into the alley died on his lips as he was shoved back against the wall. A small grunt escaped him as his back connected with the brick, but he was smirking as Bigby leaned in close to his face. And that inhaling of his scent? Weirdly hot.

"You and I both already know I can take ya, Bigby." Gren chuckled, head angling back against the wall. "I haven't had a decent fuck in weeks. So, believe me; I'm just as pent up." Hands grabbed at Bigby's shirt to tug him a bit closer, meanly jutting his knee up against the sheriff's crotch to grind it against his arousal. His own clothed erection ached for attention, but he was going to tease Bigby a bit, first.

Gren leaned in so their lips were a breath apart, eyelids growing heavy. "Can you commit, sheriff? Or are you gonna leave us both blue-balled?"

micah wakes slowly. he knows he had a salacious dream, even if he can't currently remember it as he blinks against the sunlight filtering through the curtains. there's a lingering heat in his core that makes him rock back instinctively against the boner pressed against his ass with a small groan. reaching back, micah's hand rests on the line where carl's thigh meets his rear in an effort to pull him closer despite being pressed together.

Carl groaned slightly, a mix of tiredness and pleasure, as he felt the other's ass grind back against his morning wood. It didn't take long for him to stir awake with those persistent movements, causing large arms to pull Micah impossibly closer to him as in his own hips began to grind subtly against his ass.

"Mm... I am now, baby. Hard not to when you're makin' me feel so good." His head shifted so lips could press against his partner's neck, kissing the skin softly. "You sure are feelin' needy this morning, huh?~"

whenever he's having sex with someone & he's about to cum, he becomes desperate-- begins to let out groans that borderline whines, might get a little squirmy, definitely twitchy.

with the above, if you edge him when he's about to release woof he becomes a mess. he might start begging. that desperation ups times a 100 istg.

he loves to be bitten & scratched during sex -- leave marks on him, please & thank you. if the biting/scratching hurts a little he's okay with that... he likes it.

if he's the bottom in a sexual situation, by golly pin him down / pin him to something & just. claim him. essentially. he will be grabbing at whatever he can as tightly as possible-- which could be his partner's skin, in which case he leaves marks behind for sure.

he's all for sex in his desk chair... just gotta be sure nobody will walk in on them.

he's not opposed to some light bondage... he would be slightly embarrassed to admit that the idea of being restrained & teased until he's a squirming mess is highly appealing to him. (bonus points if he's gagged during.)

making! out! during! sex!