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      “I thought tha’ meant before I won our bet.” He retorts with a smile. Nonetheless, Niklaus would do as asked and refrain from the nicknames, any to slip past his lips would be mere accidents. The color in Houtarou’s cheeks only manage to spur him on, hands finding themselves running down the mans chest, pressing on both nipples during his decent. Nik takes his time feeling over every angle and curve of Houtarou’s body; There was no need to rush, no matter how much his partner wanted to get it over and done with. It sure would make for a crappy first time being on the receiving end, and Niklaus was determined to show Houtarou just how fun a good fucking could be. 

“No, I ain’t gonna jus’ stick it in,” hands freeze when he scoffs, reaching up to take the other’s wrist and pull it from his face. It seems like Houtarou didn’t get ‘I want to see your face,’ all too clearly, but thankfully for him, Niklaus was more than happy to guide with a hands-on approach. “I want ya t’want it. I’m gonna open ya’ up nice an’ pretty, get ya’ so fuckin’ hard an’ ready fer my cock. An’ above all else, I want ya’ t’look at me when ya’ ask fer it.” Swooping down, he takes Houtarou in a quick kiss, savoring the heat and mock innocence before the hero indulges in what’s given to him. 

Leaving slightly chapped lips behind, Niklaus descends down toned chest again. This time, body follows after, peppering kisses down neck to collar bone, and stopping once he’s reached Houtarou’s nipples once more. Grinning, Niklaus gropes at his chest, rolling the two beneath his thumbs before taking the left between his teeth. He bites lightly, releases, and drags his tongue across the nub in order for it to harden in his mouth. “M’ gonna take my time with ya’, Houtarou. Ya’ lost, an’ this is ya’ punishment.”

here to kick ass and kiss girls

Low Morals

Kian / Tarek 

Cain / Judas

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ARIES:   bonfires,  competitiveness,   hand veins,  loud laughs,  messy hair,  sneaking out at 2am,   abandoned beaches,  stray dogs,   candle lights,   body language,  creaking floorboards,   ouija boards,   having no regrets,   karaoke nights out.

TAURUS:   house plants, oversized sweaters,  soft hands,  fuzzy socks,   visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow,  vanilla-scented candles,  aloe vera,  fruit smoothies,   baking cookies,  the mom friend,   loves the ukulele.

GEMINI:   femme fatale movies,  in love with female villains,   sharp eyeliner,   quick-witted,   does things out of spite,   do no harm but take no shit,   in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it,   easily excited,   ripped jeans.

CANCER:   mermaids,   easily infatuated by love,   smelling flowers,   picnics in open fields,   gets sad when thinking about the past,   impressed easily, daydreaming in class,   plucking fresh fruit,  loves fashion,   would die for their friends.

LEO: confident in what they do,  kill them with kindness,   high ponytails,   probably wants to visit paris once,   not afraid to tell the truth,   in love with cute animals,   the one to lift others up,   good at teamwork,   the warm feeling of summer,   dragons.

VIRGO:   pastel markers,  the smell of lavender,   has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organized,   scrunchies, neat notes,   loves going to museums, probably into photography,   neutral colors,   handwritten letters,    stardust.

LIBRA:  soft blankets,   cuddling the ones you love,   always standing up for your friends,   hopeless romantic,   can be very distant,   can be a little dramatic,   pretty hair,   dresses nicely,   tries to be popular on social media,   optimistic,   humorous.

SCORPIO:   cottages in the woods,  in love with greek mythology,   vintage t-shirts,   really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know,  determined,   moonlight,   pretty handwriting,   into the retro aesthetic,   rainy days,   doesn’t judge people,   cats.

SAGITTARIUS:   always ready for an adventure,  street smart,   wants to travel the world someday,  doesn’t easily trust people,   alcohol,   paintbrushes,  can’t sit still,  untied shoelaces,   tangled up earphones,  blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

CAPRICORN:   cold aura,   coffee is what keeps them going,   probably hasn’t slept in two days,   actually a big softie,   high-waisted jeans,   cute pet videos, small apartments,  has too many notebooks,  often goes to the library, writing essays.

AQUARIUS:   loves to paint & do any kind of art,   wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts,   shares food, messy notes,   bullshits an entire essay,   graffiti,   has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

here’s some... Boys

Niklaus / Tarek 

Kenny / Judas

      The smaller hero knows it’s Hanazaki that’s stepped into the bathroom. Even over the the stream of his shower, Kian could hear his approach- Louder than lighter steps of an alien with hollowed bones. The whistle serves to make Kian whistle back, chuckling to himself when the soft rustling of clothes hit the floor. Already, there was a tightness in his abdomen, heart pumping with excitement and when arms thick with muscle reach his peripherals, Kian drags finger tips down the length of them, cupping Hanazaki’s hands when they feel down his body. 

It was almost foreign having someone touch at the skin of chest, Hanazaki and Tarek the only two to ever be allowed access. The groping earns Hanazaki a pleased sigh, another smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and finally do dark eyes meet with the other man’s own. “Hey,~” He greets back, thighs spreading when appendages drag down his body and slip past his folds. An encouraging hum, hips roll forward to convince the university student to play with his clit and bottom lip is bitten between teeth. When he does, Hanazaki rolling the flesh full of nerves with slow fingers, Kian presses his ass flush against the dick stationed behind him. 

“Faster,” a giggle, slightly bent at the waist to grind against Hanazaki’s growing erection. And as commanded, bicep flexes when fingers circle more diligently at his cunt, goosebumps traveling down his legs. To support himself, Kian reaches back and grasps at a sturdy forearm, something to hold onto as pleasure fanned out across the lower part of his body and up his spine. For now, the hero basks in the attention given, whining when pleasure spikes. “F-Fuck Hana-” and Kian’s grip tightens around Hanazaki’s arm, “Holy… Fuck, j-just like that, just like that-” His orgasm is met with a low groan, head ducked and stiffened shoulders. The shower does nothing to aid heated skin, his cum mixing into the droplets cascading down dark thighs and he only takes a moment to appreciate the afterglow.