lost & nowhere to be found ;

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              (  dean winchester is a concourse of timelines,    of rife white nights spent                  flashing a  pretty  smile to  the  barrister that  winds him in a cheap offer                  for a beer   &  barefaced laments behind dustbins at the backdoor.  he’s                  not a pig  tailed  girl or  chin  buttoned  first timer in a sea of temptations.                  he is not the embodiment of someone to woo.   in these kinds of games,                  dean is the player.   therefore,   he deciphers signs, but this is way past                  signs already — he witnesses the boy droop on his feet,      a shameless                  forwardness that leaves dean in an agape stare for a moment,  pleasing                  his regard with his lips,  hands  &  scorching figure & a gesture of finality                  when he pilfers the brunet’s hand,   lugging him past the chamber to the                  exit. this isn’t about him — oh, no. dean’s a slow flame to ignite, yet sure                  to follow the path,  he feels a nearly PERSONAL must to furnish this yet                  stranger’s  a i d  for his pressuring issue  &  if the only way his insatiable                  ( & tough to explain )     magnetism can be pleased is on the hood of his                  car in a backdoor alley …    he’ll actually be strangely okay with that.  )

                        (  so he is SILENT & he knows there is no predictability behind the                            throbbing instincts overtaking one’s body &  when he shoves the                            door open  &  sights the car’s fitted shape in the narrow alley, he                            drops the grip on the other’s hand & quite honestly expects any-                            thing. moreover,  he ENCOURAGES it,  because when his digits                            draw back to his shape, he trails them teasingly over his hard-on.  )

                 ‘  go on, babe. take what you want                             an’ i’ll give what you need. ’

                  (  BOY —— he’s nearly purring. )

 [ At first, Stiles thought that Dean was going to take him somewhere    that involved a bed, but instead, the older male took his hand, which    actually made his stomach knot, & lead him to what Stiles assumed to    be his car. Stiles Stilinski, who happened to be a v i r g i n, flipped in    nerves. He stared up at Dean for a moment, clearing his throat that,    all of a sudden, looked like it has been dry for years.   His   e a r l i e r    confidence was obviously dying. But that's when Dean trails his fingers    over his hard-on & blurts out the word babe, that Stiles realised just     how hard he was, as well. The longer he thought about actually going    through all the way with it, the tenser his abdominal muscles got. Sure,    he was nervous about what the green eyed male was offering,    b u t,     after all, he WANTED that, he wanted him. & he will prove it. ]

             [ Stiles took a few steps closer to the male & grabbed him by his waist,                pulling him closer until their noses were touching each other ---- the                younger male waited, desire was pooling low in his gut & everything                remotely sexual in him was begging him to go with it, &  so  he  did  it.                Stiles held on tight the other male's waist before his lips were on his,                urgently. His hand moved to the back of  Dean's  neck  possessively                as he pulled him impossibly closer, tilting his head to the side to kiss                him deeply. His tongue broke the  seam  of  his lips &  explored  his                mouth, diving in  w i t h o u t  mercy. Stiles' hands fidgeted with his                shirt, managing to unbutton it while  his  mouth  resisted  unlatching                from Dean's. His hands slipped into his open shirt & travelled around                his hot skin. The teen moved his hips closer to the man's & he felt his                aching erection rubbing lightly over his. He shivered with  a  groan  &                kissed him harder. His fingers were now moving toward his waistband,                searching for Dean's zipper. He managed to undone it. & once he did                it --- he pulled away  s l i g h t l y,  their mouths still touching. ]

       adding a third digit, jason noticed the way stiles would react whenever        he touched a certain place inside of him, & of course, he took advantage        of this, pressing the pads of his fingers against stiles’ sweet spot, but        only for a moment, before he continued on with thrusting his fingers in &        out of the other male. his tongue, meanwhile, ran up the base of his boy-        friend’s shaft, tongue pressed flat against stiles’ underside. lips wrapped        around the tip, he sucked hard enough to make his cheeks hollow before        bobbing his head back down, taking stiles in as much as he could. although        jason’s own member was ACHING for attention, he was enjoying this all.        the warmth of having his fingers inside stiles, the feeling of his mouth being        occupied in the best of ways by the boy he loved, the sounds of stiles’        heavenly moans echoing in his ears. using his free hand, he slid his boyfriend        further up the table, so that rather than being on his knees, jason would have        to lean over the table to reach him —— which worked to his advantage, as he        could now rub himself against the table, providing himself with a friction that        he needed at this point. fingers buried in stiles as deep as possible, right up        to his knuckles, jason groaned around the boy’s hardened member, his free        hand running along stiles’ chest.

   [ Had someone told Scott that this would happen with friggin’ Stiles      of all people, he would have expected himself to have a good laugh      about it with Stiles later. But Scott definitely wasn’t laughing, and      he could feel his heart rate take off and send hot adrenaline through      his veins. He was half trapped in a sudden and confusing want to      have his best friend’s body near him, on him, and e v e r y w h e r e      —— and between panicking over Stiles’ reaction if he realized what      was happening to him. His breath hitched and his breathing picked      up, which just caused him to hold his breath all together. Scott…      wanted Stiles right now, and the realization hit him like a ton of      bricks. Oh, God. In the middle of formulating a plan to get out of      this — he felt Stiles press back against him and he gasped. His      eyes widened, and holy shit, he tried not to groan but couldn’t help      it and now blood was rushing to his face. This was Stiles. But Scott      knew that and every second he reminded himself of it he just added      more feelings to his gut. Feelings that felt so right he could barely      think. Scott brought his hips forward again, pressing them and      searching for friction. Desperately even, as he was practically      grinding against Stiles. ]

                                          “I —— Stiles, I —— God. Please.”

     [ & then Scott seemed like he had lost it all when he started        grinding himself all over Stiles. The human could literally        feel his best friend's HUGE bulge pressed completely against        his ass. He couldn't help the moan that left past his parted lips,        & that moan came out as one single word : 'scott'. He would be        sinfully lying if he had claimed that it didn't felt good, or that he        didn't wanted Scott to be closer to him, & by closer he meant,        skin to skin. His hand was gripping tight upon the sheets behind        him -- & it wasn't too long until he felt his pants getting pretty damn        uncomfortable as well. He gasped, letting his hand brush over his        covered & obvious bulge just to see how bad the situation was.        The second his fingertips came into contact with tense area, he        sucked in a sharp, startled breath & barely managed to bite back        another moan. He slammed his jaw shut before pulling away from        their messy cuddle & turning at Scott, only to grab his best friend        by the shoulders & drag him to the top of his own body. He wanted,        no -- he needed to feel Scott's hard on against his own. & as soon as        Scott was in between his legs, Stiles' hands tangled into his soft hair        to pull him down --- he wanted to kiss him, but he didn't,   not   yet.        He stared into the wolf's  D A R K  eyes for a moment, his lips were         parted & his breathing was out of pattern,  he  was  actually  trying        hard not to moan, but it was difficult when Scott's bulge was literally        against his own. ]            

a small smirk slowly crept it’s way onto her lips. he was ridiculous & straight forward in such a cute awkward way. elena found herself liking it a little too much.

      ❝ would this someone like the fact           that you’re staring at my ‘perfect           cleavage’? not that i’m complaining. ❞

When her  lips   arched  into  a  smirk, Stiles couldn't help it but to  c u r v e the corner of his mouth into somewhat a smile, as well. She didn't had only a perfect cleavage, she had also such a damn flawless smile.

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                  (  digits retreat into a bawl of his fist,   nails puncturing gently against                   his own palm   &   he elevates verdant hues, ones that seem to have                   stamped   themselves on his comrade,    playful flickers shifting to a                   look of briefly stretched eyes —  LARGE with a fascinated curiosity                   &   a pondering pucker of his lips.   it would be a blatant lie to sinfully                   claim that his ego isn’t inflating,    but he has the feeling he is happily                   headed on a path led to  other inflating aftermaths of the sort.   there                   is a limit for a tease that can turn into wrath,   he knows that,    so he                   first chucks down the remaining of his shot  &  seems to agree to the                   pursue with a hint of staged languor. leather jacket on, collars flicked                   upwards  &   the most important accessory that seems to have faded                   for a tick cranes slowly when his eyes shamelessly drop into a quick,                   yet proper inspection of the lower body. or body as a whole, really.  )

                        ‘  that’s blackmail, but i’ll hit it. ’ 

            (  thumb flicks at his own nose & he swiftly brushes past             the other, incidentally ' slipping ' a squeeze of his rear.  )

                             ‘  if y’know what i mean. ’ 

    [ If someone had ever told Stiles that he would end up    wanting       to get laid by some stranger, he   wouldn't   only laugh into the       person's face, he would,   immediately,   report  the  psychopath.        But, the fact was that, Stiles was going to go all the way through       it, & honestly ? he felt no regrets. To be honest, the teen was too       horny to give it a second thought. He was hyperaware of even the       slightest movements Dean made. He tried to breathe, honestly, he       did, but the air suddenly felt thick for some reason. He had never       felt this way before, dammit. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able       to handle more waiting. Every second felt like a never ending hour,       & every single gulp of air he manage to take,   burned   his   lungs.       He couldn't exactly help feeling more blood rush to his dick everytime       the older male talked. He swallowed his aroused feelings  down  his       throat & felt dizzy when he took a W H O L E view of that mysterious       man's body. That was NOT a body ; that was a freaking work of art. ]

                  ❛ You can punish me later, you know ---                                       for blackmailing you. ❜

            [ He parted his lips & his eyes held nothing but pure desire               for that fucking gorgeous creature. &,   soon  enough, he                          would get what he wanted --- oh --- so soon. ]    

“I'm not, I'm just still getting over the fact  that you aren’t taking the invasion of my  house seriously just because it’s ghosts.  Unless —— the aliens are invisible. Oh  Jesus Christ.

                     Who knows what tactics ghosts could                      have to murder me, but the point was                      that I am not going back there to find out.                      My plans totally work better than yours.

                                      Yeah, really. I mean, you know —— yeah.”

         [ Getting over the initially strange feeling was a process.            Well, not that it was strange, just —- different. Scott            hesitated but let his arm fall loosely over his waist            anyway. The wolf in him had him nuzzling his head            against the crook of Stiles’ neck before he could            even fight the urge of his instincts. Whole new level            of a w k w a r d. That was the same moment he            felt his sweats become uncomfortably tighter and            his body froze. No way in hell THAT was happening            right now. He was in a panic and his bright idea to            tilt his hips as far back and away from Stiles as            possible was totally going to work. It was fine, all            good, Stiles wouldn’t notice. ]

         ❛ No more talking about aliens or ghosts.                                especially ghosts. ❜

no.

knew it.