Nightmare dressed like a daydream

"I was born a natural." Vincent gloated, his hand idly stroking John's thick cock. "There's no amount of practice that can get you on my level. You either have it, or don't." He then pursed his lips, dragging the wet head of John's cock across his lips. The salty taste of his pre-cum lingered on his lips even when he parted his lips to take him again. When he tilted his head, the cock bulged out his cheek, saliva drooling along the veiny shaft.

The cock rested alone, wet and exposed to the air, when Vincent licked past the base and burrowed his nose between his hanging balls and thighs. There, the aroma was at its strongest. Sweat soaked into the hairs, sharp and animal, an honest smell. Salt, skin, and something darker underneath, like turned earth after rain. It hit the back of Vincent's throat first, thick enough to taste. Beneath the sharper edge of it ran something warmer, almost smoky, like skin that had spent the day working instead of resting.

Vincent's tongue laid flat against the patch of skin, all but slurping the sweat. Sensually, he licked all over John's inner thigh, before making his way towards the younger man's hanging balls. With the tip he traced the wrinkles, toying with the hardened insides.

“Yes. Lick my fucking balls like a good little slut." John’s cock was throbbing like crazy, dripping precum like a river and mixing with the man’s saliva as it ran down his shaft. John pushed the man’s hand away to take his cock in his own hand and slapped the man’s face a couple of times with his heavy shaft, splattering his cheeks with precum, rubbing that filthy mixture of sweat, saliva, and precum all over the man’s face while Vincent worshipped his balls.

The gasp of air brought him back down to Earth. Michael peered over his shoulder at the man, fighting for his next breath, but looking like there was nowhere else he'd rather be. John's exclamation only had Michael pushing his cock further into his mouth and down his throat. It was an undertaking, garbles of his spit draping from his outstretched lips as he sucked with effort. "You taste so fucking good, John. Could blow you for hours." He groaned, before clenching his fists in the sheets at the sharp puncture of the younger man's teeth on his cheeks. Clearly, his hunger had yet to be satisfied.

"Oh yeah?" Michael couldn't help but ask, detaching his lips from the swollen head of John's cock was a satisfying pop. "How many nights have you stayed up thinking about me, huh? Sticking your fat cock in me, on me, in whatever hole you wanted to. Have you done it in my house?" Michael asked, eyes hungry, as the curiosity of it all got the best of him. The idea of John sleeping over, beating his meat, only a wall away, had him grinding his cock against the man's naked form. "God, you're horny, aren't you, boy?" Michael growled, grinning. "Let you do whatever you want to me if you fuck as good as you are enthusiastic about fucking."

He wondered if any of his employees had been this lucky; the thought of one of his employees fucking Michael in his own office was hot. When John heard the question, he let out a little laugh; it was almost ridiculous and embarrassing how many times he had fantasized about the man while jerking off. “Too many to count. But no, well, I’ve jerked off with Teddy while watching porn together a couple of times, but just me here, no.” Moans kept escaping his plump lips, and a generous amount of precum oozed from the tip of his thick cock.

“Oh fuck, yes! I want to start with your ass, but I’m definitely going to do your throat and your tits too.” John was strong, young, and had plenty of stamina. Besides, he didn’t know when a situation like this would come up again, with just the two of them alone, so he was going to make the most of it.

A proud smile spread across John’s face, and his cock throbbed wildly as he heard the man practically howl with pleasure at the top of his lungs—so loud that his neighbors could hear that Michael, the respectable CEO, was about to be fucked and reduced to nothing more than a filthy cheap slut.

When John stopped by unexpectedly, Michael had been a little shocked. Teddy was out and wouldn't be back for hours. But, not wanting to make a bad impression that would get back to his son, and against his better judgement, he let John in. If he hadn't noticed the way John's print inside his shorts grew as he talked, if he hadn't brushed up against it, if he hadn't stupidly invited John upstairs to his bedroom, then maybe he would've been in a different place. As it was, Michael was sitting on John's face, letting him get his fill of his hole. It was an idiotic choice, but Michael was too far gone to turn back.

"Oh, fuck," Michael groaned, rocking his hips back and forth, properly riding John's face. The man had a way with his tongue. Skills so good, it made it difficult to even remember that he wasn't supposed to be naked with his son's friend in the first place. "That's it, John, eat me out. Like your life fucking depended on it." He grunted, placing two hands on either one of his cheeks, shaking them on the young man's face so he was properly smothered. Michael was all man, pure muscle and bulk, so the fact that John was able to withstand all that weight on him said a lot.

Sooner or later, John had to pull away to get some air. So he pulled his face away from the man’s ass just as he felt Michael take his cock into his mouth, and that made the boy moan loudly. “Oh fuck, yes! Suck my cock like a good whore!” John exclaimed, smiling between moans. The boy bit down hard on one of Michael’s buttocks, then the other; he wanted to leave all kinds of marks on Michael’s ass so the man would remember what they’d done together.

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this, like damn. Eating your ass, having you suck my cock like a cock-hungry slut…” As the guy spoke, he ran his hands over the man’s huge muscular body, bringing them up to Michael’s huge chest and squeezing the man’s tits hard. “… Sucking your tits, biting them, fuck… Jerking off between them until I cover them with my cum. I definitely need to do that—so many things I want to do to you.”

Any other time and Ben would have taken control as he pleased. Boldy exerting his authority to use that pretty mouth rough and quick before he would've zipped up to go on his way. But that was before he had spent decades on ice and then weeks after listening to Vought's golden boytoy bark orders at him, stuck waiting for the right time to get his rocks offs. So he was content to lay back for now, kick his boots off and watch Ryan degrade himself for daddy's cock. Putting no more effort into it than to grasp the base of his heavy dick and slap it over Ryan's face a few times.

"You want to keep licking then get my balls nice and wet like a good bitch," Ben instructed, fingers gripping in Ryan's hair a little tighter now. "Otherwise, open wide and see how far you can get daddy's dick down your throat, slut." Despite his slouching, relaxed posture, the hard edge of control never left Ben's voice. His piercing gaze steady and stern on Ryan's pretty face.

Ryan buried his nose there, inhaling deeply and moaning at the strong, musky, masculine scent of Soldier Boy’s balls. His tongue began to trace the man’s hairy balls. “All in good time, don’t you think? I want to worship your cock and balls like a man like you deserve.” Ryan winked at him as he continued licking the man’s balls and finally took one into his mouth, sucking on it for a couple of seconds before letting go. “I want to be the best whore for daddy.”

Ryan took Soldier Boy’s other ball and sucked on it while moaning softly; he took both and sucked on them for a few moments until they were completely soaked in his saliva. Hearing that last part, the boy could already feel a huge mess of precum in his own boxers. The boy took the man’s cock, stuck his tongue out as far as he could, and slapped it against it a couple of times.

Steve's careful but demanding swipes to get his mate naked were only stopped when Bucky's hand touched his cock. His big mitts slipped into the dirt to steady his burly figure as a full body growl rumbled through him at the warm, stroking pressure around his cock. The approving howl that followed echoed through the trees. Steve's wide, flat tongue was dragged over Bucky's chest and face in return; his hips jerking forwards into the other's touch until the copious precum at the tip dribbled down all over Bucky's fingers.

Bucky smiled as he heard those pleasurable growls and howls coming from Steve. “Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you, big guy?” Bucky’s smile widened as he felt that wet, warm tongue running over his chest and face. All that precum worked perfectly to stimulate and lubricate Steve’s massive cock at the same time. Buck could already feel his pants turning into a huge wet mess thanks to Steve’s precum rubbing against him.

This had become their monthly ritual after Steve's turning and every body of his being now thrummed with elated anticipation at getting to catch his mated prey. By the time Steve caught up to Bucky his breath was thunderous. The full weight of his hulking, furry figure plummeting down from the tree line to pounce on top Bucky.

Bucky let out a small laugh between gasps, catching his breath; his chest rose and fell as his heart raced a mile a minute. “It seems the great ferocious beast has caught me. Oops.” Bucky kept smiling as he looked first at that enormous snout, full of sharp fangs, and then at those flashing wild eyes. Buck didn’t need to look down to know that Steve was rock hard after that run through nearly the whole forest; he could feel that massive beast pressing against one of his legs, leaking all over the fabric of his pants.

“I wonder what I’m going to do…” Barnes actually raised his hand to touch that enormous baseball bat between the wolf’s legs, stroking part of the shaft while keeping his gaze fixed on Steve’s. “You’re so… big and strong, fuck… Tell me, what am I going to do with you?” Bucky smiled provocatively as he continued to touch and stroke that massive cock.

Clint groaned low and pleased when Bucky deepened the kiss with a sweep of his tongue; his lips parted to spill his eager moans into their kiss as Bucky's hand stroked over the erection barely contained by his jockstrap. "With you playing with it like a pool stick...? Yeah, I think they noticed, babe," he answered with a breathless chuckle. One arm wrapped around Bucky's shoulder while Clint caught his breath before he pushed right back in to kiss Bucky again.

Not one to be outdone, Clint's large hands roamed all over Bucky. Pushing and pulling at his clothes to get the other man shirtless as Clint guided them to the bed. Determined to not put a stop to the kissing and feeling that stubble scrap along his jaw until they were tumbling onto the mattress.

Bucky let out a little gasp as he fell onto the mattress. “You little fucker… Something tells me you did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Bucky bit Barton's lip this time with a little more force. “Did you want to make me angry so I’d treat you rough?” Bucky slid a hand down to rest it on his boyfriend’s beautiful ass and gave one of his plump cheeks a hard, firm slap. He loved it when Clint did this, taking possession of his whole body and pressing him against his own, their muscular bodies, one against the other, rubbing together and creating delicious friction.

Bucky could already feel a pool of precum on the fabric of his boxers as they kissed and rubbed against each other more. “You’re a naughty boy…” Bucky gasped between his lips. “A very naughty bad boy... Flirting shamelessly with someone else right in front of me.” Bucky raised his bionic hand to Clint’s neck, and his cold fingers tightened into a gentle but firm grip. “I should punish you for doing that to me in public and in front of our friends." Bucky smiled as he panted.

The influence of the full moon didn't simply bring forth a feral loss of control in Steve's senses when he transformed, it also greatly amplified the very transformation itself. As if he was stepping out of the super serum tank anew each time. His broad, pale physique would warp and tear from the muscles outwards until the mass of him doubled in size even compared to his more controlled wolf-form. Each panting breath visible in the forest as he straightened up on his pawed feet, standing over a hulking seven feet even with his shoulders hunched in.

For a moment, he simply stood there. Recalibrating and scenting the wind, while a deep-seated hunger rumbled up audibly from his belly. And then he caught just the right scent on the wind; a woodsy, perfuming musk that overshadowed any physical hunger and instead made the wolf howl out in a roar filled with wounded desire.

Immediately, Steve turned to the scent of the little mouse that was given his head start and leapt into a bounding four-limbed sprint that tore right through the weakest trees. Nothing was able to stop the Captain's pursuit with each stomping step closer towards his prey. A large section of the woods specifically secluded off from the public for this very purpose.

While Steve was transforming, Bucky always took advantage of it to start running, a steady, strong jog; Barnes had gradually become familiar with this forest and knew which routes to take, which to avoid, and so on. A half-smile appeared on his face as he heard, in the distance, the crunch of branches and leaves being trampled and the loud sound of those fierce growls signaling Steve’s approach.

“Come on, big guy! Come on! "Catch me!” Bucky exclaimed. Adrenaline and excitement coursed through Bucky’s entire body as he ran under the moonlight.

Strange was, of course, more than happy to whip up a portal and send Clint on his way, boyfriend in tow, if it meant the blond would stop hovering and buzzing in his air with his far too obvious intentions.

Barnes heard an exhausted sigh in the distance as the portal closed behind them. In a way, Bucky found it somewhat amusing that Clint always managed to get on the nerves of so many other heroes, though he would never admit it, as Clint would never leave him in peace if he knew.

His tongue began to play with Barton’s; his teeth softly bit and tugged at Clint’s lower lip while his bionic hand returned to Clint’s bulge, beginning to stroke it and giving it a couple of small squeezes. “Do you think he noticed how hard you were?” Bucky asked, amused. Well, whether Strange noticed anything or not, he didn’t say a word. In any case, Bucky would try to keep his hands to himself the next time they were somewhere in public.

“That’s better.” With his real hand, he gave him a couple of firm but soft slaps on the cheek. Bucky gave him a quick, light kiss while listening to Clint. “You’re unbelievable." Bucky rolled his eyes; the man turned slightly, sensing a gaze upon them, and saw the enormous red dinosaur looking at them and then away when he was caught.

The job was done for the day, another mission accomplished, and Bucky needed some privacy, as he now felt a bit uncomfortable, realizing they were still in public. “Let’s go home first. I don’t like being watched by a freaking dinosaur.” Surely Strange could do them the favor of opening a portal to Bucky’s department to make the trip faster.

“That’s a bold statement. Want me to put that to the test, handsome?” Bucky squeezed Clint’s crotch a little harder this time in response to the tap on his nose. He squeezed just for a couple of moments to see Clint’s reaction and then gave him a playful smile as he loosened his grip. "You’re mine. Understood?" Bucky murmured with a touch of possessiveness in his voice as he brushed his lips against Clint’s, but without actually kissing him.

“I’m too old for this shit,” he muttered as he exhaled at the stupid things his boyfriend was saying. “I swear, if I ever see you flirting with someone again, I’m going to take one of your arrows and shove it up your ass.” Bucky lowered his vibranium hand and brought it down to Clint’s crotch. “Or better yet. I’m going to grab those balls and squeeze till they pop. How’d you like that, babe?" Bucky gave him a sharp, sarcastic smile as he said “babe.”