#atoningmistakes

Deciding that the office's bathroom was just as good as any other place, Bryce's lips melt with those of the younger, ripping away clothes that he planned on fixing as they left the office, or make everyone think he hadn't lost them, whichever view amused him the most. Rough hands guided him to turn around, and invading his insides with his long thick cock, he made sure to be treated like he deserved: like Mike's stud.

Over the surface of the towel, so they weren't in touch with the sand, and observing the surface of Mike's back and behind as he straddle the top of his legs, the witch's hands brushed up through thighs and swimming shorts, reaching underneath fabric to squeeze his bottom with the excuse of a massage and sunscreen spreading. "Kinda makes me want to fuck you." Andy voiced, brushing dry thumbs by the other's perineum, following its path to puckering rims. "Hard. And full. Oh, well. Pity I can't." He teased, without removing his hands off of him, regardless of the possible eyes that could stop by them.

Lips pursed together, aiming to keep himself quite, hands underneath a thick fabric coming from the towel that enveloped both of their bodies, falling cleanly behind mike while the knot remain strong behind his own waist with the aid of his own mind. One hand held his lover by the hip, the other stroke his cock slowly and lazily under it, as his hips thrust up into the tight entrance that he felt belonging to. His throat tightened, a light growl as he aimed to not moan, reaching out to nibble on his neck, as the sound the waves of the beach hit and the pain that the rock should provide to his own naked ass was completely nonexistent. "Even if I come," he whispered, moving his lip up to his ears speeding up his thrusts and strokes while keeping his hold over the other firmly set, "I don't want to leave."

"i promise you i have self restrain," he said looking at Mike's naked body laying in front of him. Peter was wearing no more than a pair of sweatpants that could hardly hide the hard on that grew on him over the past fe wminutes as the naked shell of Mike's body laid in front of him and underneath his massaging hands. Yet, despite his physique reacting, despite everything, he had to assure Mike that he could control himself as he split those legs carefully in front of him, and removed the towel that had ocvered his boyfriend's naked body only for his hands to lay on the insides of his thighs and continue to massage the stress set on an old injury. "you, on the other hand,..."

"as good as you look clad in a tuxedo, i still don't understand why you have to dress up for meeting my dad. unless you want to seduce another halliwell, michelangelo." peyton teased, using the name on purpose to get that reaction of being irritated that he liked to pull sometimes.