#dudetor

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barney has had really really lazy mornings, even when he was not alone. but he is not immune to stimulation. the previous night had gone perfectly, mark had agreed to come to his place, he had eaten with him, and then, he had agreed on being barney’s desert, for more than the simple action of his mouth could call it desert. 

but as night had passed, he woke up stirred next to the other, one arm above his naked frame, his cock still inside, kept warm by him. warm and hard. barney had not been immune during the night to mark’s little motions, and neither was his length, which hardened at random times during the night. 

his lips wet in the feeling of the other and, as he tried to remove himself off of him, he couldn’t. 

he has been thrusting into his sleeping self for the past few minutes, and when mark’s moans made clear he’s been awwake for a while, he hasn’t been able to hide the laugh. “naughty…” barney praised, hiding his face under mark’s head to nibble his neck affectionately, “my naughty mark.” he kicks the sheets away and guides his legs onto a better position, a better angle, a more comfortable situation for the both of them, beginning to thrust faster, and faster, and faster. 

You’re young enough to pass as a college student. You should go without your badge and get us some intel, they said. Oliver, as the good rookie police officer he was, decided to do exactly that. His first undercover -not really undercover- mission, only months away after joining the force.

What a great time to be alive.

“Hey, excuse me. Dude,” he called out to one of the people around who seemed like they knew what he was doing.

Pretend to be a freshman, he told himself.

Burning sage never really seemed to be enough. He’d tried smudging at his apartment twice already, but the break up with Kayne still seemed to screw with him. Even as he opened the shop he kept some of the sage burning, a small tried bundle smoldering in his office even now.

The entire shop reeked of it and he regretted not doing this the night before so the smell of sage would have time to dissipate. With the opening of the door, he stepped into view, trying to put out the sage in the small clay bowl he held.

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bobbi had come out from a mission and decided that instead of coming back to his home, he’d go pay a visit to mark. requesting to use his shower, he had come out naked, surprising him with an embrace and soft nibbles on his neck. little by little, bobbi’s hands took care of removing every single piece of his clothes and, once naked, guiding him down to the mat on the carpet.

his eyes had been locked onto mark’s, his hands run his entire body with slow motions as the mere sight and contact with him drove him insanely hard, “do you trust me?” bobbi had asked, to which he tried to steal an answer throuh a kiss. with that little distraction, bobbi made contact with his finger against mark’s entrance and forced it to mentally be spread open for him. 

he ventured deeper, only for doing the same with his second rim, to reduce the pain and need no lubrication, after which he put a finger on his own mouth to have him be quite.

he pushed his cock inside, slowly, his body tried to close up but it was pushed away and pulled in as his cock got deeper, and deeper. one the front of his pubis felt the back of his bottom, he stopped, wetting his lips. “you can speak up now,” he smirked ash is hips began to sway, to bounce, to move back and forth. he used his powers to move mark, having him bounce in and out of his pubis, repelled and attracted so subtle that it could be seen as a simple reaction to his thrusts.

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TJ had woken up alone, in bed. Feeling i empty, he almost groaned in a complain before he heard the sound of water from the shower being cut. Walking to the edge of the bed, he stared in the way Mark left the bathroom in what looked like the most stupid onesie ever. And yet… all he could think about, was how hot he was. He groaned, crawling, literally, out the bed, and walked up to him, wearing nothing but his boxers.

He stood up, looking at him and standing next to the table he had found to sit. “Why do you have to work with such an ugly attire? And more importantly… why do I find you hot in it.” He said, standing behind him and giving his shoulders a sof massage, noticing that the onesie hadn’t been zipped up. And it reveal him all.

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bell had gone to pick up mark at his job, ready for a long evening of them together. but the excitement ofh is last job promotion and the overall look of his boyfriend made him lose his mind. he had sat over with him on that restaurant table, and had stared at him for a while, waiting for their food, only for him to grow more and more excited. “you know i’m a witch. and you know i’m happy. and you know, when i am happy, i please you. and love you. and please you more.” he said, almost justifying his next action. almost apologizing for it. winking at him, bell slid down the table and sat over, legs crossed, and bent time, he had himself sat on his knees under the table, a projection of him, that was holding his hand, tight, andh is gaze, even tigther, but the one that could move was not looking at that.

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