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Tazercraft/Fit freaky link sex. Save me..save me.

- PEOPLEEATER (ur #1 fan)

WHILE IM ONLINE LEMME DO THIS TEEHEE!!

The room is smoky, with afternoon light pouring in through the half-opened windows, setting their bedroom warmly.

Mike's lying back against the headboard with a lapful of Pac. His hand tightens on the more petite man's jaw, holding him still and smiling lazily at him. Mike raises the lit blunt to his lips, takes a long drag, pulls it away, and sets it down in their ashtray. He leans forward and presses his and Pac's lips together, sharing the smoke between them as they kiss sloppily. They're both very high already, floaty and lethargic. They're getting to Mike's favorite part of the smoke sesh, though, where Pac stops trying to hide how soaked he is and starts getting needy. Mike likes having Pac needy. It happens every time, and Mike has him trained to get horny when they smoke. They always end up fucking anyway. It just feels so lovely like this when everything is warm and soft. Mike likes making Pac feel good.

Pac's dressed for it, too, in cute little neon green lace panties and one of Mike's shirts. Mike himself is just in his boxers.

They pull apart from the kiss, and Pac whines softly, hands sliding down from where they'd been resting on Mike's shoulders and resting on his waist. He squirms in Mike's lap and leans down to kiss him again, licking into his mouth and digging his nails into the fat at Mike's waist. Mike grunts softly and shifts them so that Pac is straddling his thigh. Mike grabs the half-smoked blunt and holds it to Pac's lips. Pac breathes in, and his eyes flutter. Mike feels heat shoot through him, and his leg presses up between Pac's thighs meanly. Pac moans softly and grinds down; he's fucking soaked; Mike can feel it through the thin fabric separating them. Mike's starting to fill out in his boxers, and honestly, the arousal buzzing under his skin is a pleasant background noise.

Mike pushes Pac to lie down. Holding himself up on his elbows, Pac looks up at Mike with a confused head tilt. Mike grabs the ashtray and blunt and sets them next to Pac.

"Smoke, I'll take care of this," Mike says and drags his knuckle feather light against Pac's panty-covered cunt. There's a considerable wet spot that Mike plans on making ten times worse. Pac smiles dopily at him and nods, grabbing a pillow to lean on and getting comfortable. Mike settles himself between Pac's legs, pulling his full one to rest over his shoulder and using his hand to pin the other to the bed. Pac groans softly, and his head falls back. Mike watches him take a long drag from the blunt and pets two fingers up and down Pac's pussy, just tracing the shape of his folds and lightly pressing against his hard little cock. He leans down and presses a soft kiss against his dick, feels it twitch under his lips and smiles.

"Mikey," Pac's already moaning, all breathy and soft. Mike laughs a little and drags his tongue against the wet spot on Pac's underwear, enjoying the little gasp it drags from his soulmate's mouth and the fuzz of pleasure through their link. He laps at the soft fabric and lets Pac squirm against him, needy for more. He keeps going until the panties are sticking like a second skin to Pac's cunt. He pulls back and grins, reaching blindly for his communicator and snapping a picture just for him. Pac whimpers, having finished the blunt, and covers his face with his hands. Mike grins wolfishly and tugs the underwear off.

Mike doesn't feel like fucking Pac, he hopes he understands. So he leans in and locks his lips around Pac's little dick, sucking and lapping at the sensitive little bundle. Pac's back arches, and his hands fly to Mike's hair, tightening in the stands and twisting hard. Mike smiles and presses two thick fingers slowly inside of him. Pac groans and clenches around the intrusion, melting back against the bed and letting himself go to the pleasure Mike is offering him.

Pac is so high that he can't talk or do anything but moan, giggle, and squirm. Mike pays careful attention to their link and pushes through the haze to keep track of Pac's enjoyment. Usually, this goes well; they both enjoy intoxication a lot, but Mike would hate for this to get spoiled because Pac gets overwhelmed. Pac is a mess above him, mouth hanging open and eyes shut tight. Mike laughs and doubles down on his efforts.

The weed makes everything better. Mike brings Pac to orgasm after orgasm. Pac's muscular thighs clench around his head, and Mike groans softly, three fingers stretching him out now. Mike pulls away when Pac comes down from his sixth or seventh orgasm of the afternoon. He presses one last kiss to Pac's twitchy and sensitive cunt and sits up, wiping Pac's slick off his mouth and grinning at him.

"Good?" he asks, his hands running affectionately up and down Pac's stomach. He likes the way the muscles clench and twitch under his hands. Pac opens his eyes and looks at Mike hazily, his mind gone to the drugs and pleasure. He smiles and nods slowly, stretching out like a lounging cat and motioning for Mike to lay down.

Fit is a good dog.

Mike likes these times with him, when Fit is good and desperate and needy. He'd basically begged Mike for this.

Mike is laid out on his and Pac's bed, stretched comfortably on the sheets. He's naked save for the neon green and blue plaid mini skirt and matching thong that doesn't hide his cock at all. Fit had lost his fucking mind when he'd seen how Mike had dressed up for him, rightfully so. Mike knows he looks good.

Anyway, Fit's got both of Mike's legs over his shoulder and his cock wedged between Mike's thick thighs. He's completely naked save for the green collar clipped around his throat and the black leash wrapped around Mike's fist, held taunt to keep Fit bent over him.

It feels good, Fit fucking between his thighs. Mike hadn't been up for actually fucking but Fit basically drools over Mike's thighs any time he gets to see them so when Mike proposed this, Fit jumped on it immediately.

Fit whines loudly, he's completely still with Mike's thighs tight at the base of his cock. Mike had snapped out at a quick "be still" and Fit had stopped moving immediately. He'd really wanted to just enjoy looking at Fit, maybe also show Pac to be a tease. Fit's good. He's been good. Fit turns his head and presses his face against Mike's legs, kissing softly at the skin and rubbing his cheek against him. Mike coos softly, and his thighs tighten, wringing a little groan from Fit.

"Mike- mommy, please." Fit whimpers, looks at Mike desperately. Mike groans, and his dick twitches between his legs. Mike laughs breathlessly and tugs the leash harshly, causing Fit to bend over him more. Fit whimpers again, and his hands tighten around Mike's thick thighs, squeezing lightly. "Please, feels so good," he gasps out, hips twitching a little. Mike coos, Fit is so cute when he begs. Honestly, every time that word comes out of Fit's mouth Mike gets closer and closer to doing whatever the fuck Fit asks.

There's something about it, being called mommy. Mike is a pretty masculine person, but gender is stupid and really he doesn't care what people call him. Being called mommy though, it sends a rush of power straight through him. Fit seems to like it too, and yeah Mike will be his mommy if he wants.

"Go on, cadela," he purrs and Fit groans, fucking hard between Mike's legs. The slide is easy, Fit drips like a faucet and they've been at this long enough for the area between Mike's legs to be slick and smooth.

Mike who's chubby, who looks at himself in the mirror and wonders where this extra weight came from. He doesn't care, he still finds himself sexy, still walks around shirtless and in boxers and wears skimpy clothes because godamnit he's sexy and everyone needs to know.

Pac and Fit who aren't used to that kind of softness.

Pac, who's obsessed with his tits, Mike's pecs have always been sensitive, but the extra weight has made them so much more enticing to grab and bite and squeeze. Pac, who straddles Mike's lap and covers his chest with hickies and bruises and bite marks. Pac gets himself worked up just touching Mike. By the end of it, he's dripping wet and shoving his hand in his boxers to get himself off.

"Have you ever been fucked, Fit?"

Mike asks, a knife-sharp grin spreading across his face. He drags his finger up Fit's cock, gathering some of his cum on the tip and enjoying the oversensitive little whine Fit lets out. Mike wipes the cum on Fit's stomach. Fit is still coming down from his first orgasm. He blinks slowly at Mike, panting and waiting for his brain to return online.

"What?" Fit whines, eyes half-lidded, face flushed. Mike drags his finger down again, past Fit's balls to circle his hole. Fit's breath catches, and his eyes widen. Fit's cock twitches, and Mike grins.

"Have you ever gotten fucked? Keep up, Fit," Mike says, pressing against the muscle and enjoying how Fit shivers at the feeling.

"No, no, I haven't," Fit replies, voice high-pitched and breathy. Mike can't help the laughter that bubbled out between his lips. He leans away and doubles over as he laughs harder. Fit pouts at him and whimpers, which only makes Mike laugh harder.

"Meu Deus, you're so cute. You look like a mess, uma vagabunda, and I've barely touched you," Mike purrs; he presses his finger a little more against Fit's hole, and Fit moans softly, face flushing darker. "You're begging for it, cachorro." Mike teases, then reaches over and puts a glove on. Fit lays his head back, and his eyes slip closed, swallowing hard. His dick twitches against his stomach at Mike's words, and Mike grins wider. He pours lube over his hand and pushes his middle finger slowly into Fit's hole.

"Mike-" Fit gasps, body jerking. Mike laughs and lays his head on Fit's thick thigh, enjoying the way the intrusion makes Fit's muscles bulge and flex at every centimeter of Mike's finger inside of him.

"Oi, you need to relax. What if Pac wants to fuck you with his strap? You don't want to be unprepared, do you?" Mike mumbles, his finally getting down to the bottom knuckle. Fit's breathy moan makes Mike laugh. It's cute, the way Fit is so reactive. Pac will like that. Mike starts to fuck his finger inside Fit slowly. He turns his head and presses a soft kiss to Fit's thigh, and then he nips at the skin. Fit's thigh twitches, and he groans softly.

"Fuck, Mike," Fit moans, throwing his head back as Mike works his index finger aside his ring. Mike continues to pepper his thigh with mean little bites and soft kisses to soothe them. Mike then twitches his finger just a little and presses hard against Fit's prostate. Fit moans like a bitch, jerking hard and arching his back. Mike grins and sinks his teeth into Fit's thigh, taking his time to abuse the poor spot. Mike likes the sound of Fit moaning his name. He likes the feeling of muscle between his jaws. Mike knows his bite will bruise; it fills him with heat. Fit is a mess above him, moaning and squirming as much as he can, strapped down like he is, while Mike stretches him out. His cock is half-hard again; Mike notes his short refractory period with a pleased little hum.

"You're so loud. Pac likes that," Mike mumbles, pulling his fingers out, finally letting up on Fit's prostate. Fit lifts his head and manages to force his eyes open. He looks down at Mike, Mike grins at him. Mike takes a second to note down some things before he grabs the dildo he'd put out and coats it in lube. He holds it up to Fit with a smile.

"It's smaller than Pac; I can't take all the fun for myself," Mike says casually as if he's talking about the weather. He presses the toy in Fit slowly, watching his reactions closely. Fit lays his head back against the chair and moans loudly; he's hard as a rock now; his back is arched prettily. The position presses Fit's chest out and brings Mike's attention there. Mike can't help himself, he leans up and bites down, hard, into the meat of Fit's pec. His teeth are sharper than a normal human, and Mike feels them break the skin. Blood fills his mouth, and Mike licks at the wound. Fit can't stop moaning, his deep voice rumbling against Mike's tongue and lips. Mike pulls away and presses the toy home, eyes focusing on Fit's face. He knows his eyes are dilated like crazy.

Fit looks at him, shivering and panting. Mike wants to destroy him, make him cum until he's sobbing and shaking.

Mike starts to fuck him with the toy, angling so that it hits his prostate meanly on every pass.

Pac laid out on their bed with Mike buried between his legs, sucking on his dick with two fingers in his cunt to keep him full and quiet. Going down on Pac is Mike's favorite activity, he likes the way Pac squirms and squeezes his thighs around his head. He likes Pac's breathy little whines and the way he sounds when he moans Mike's name.

Maybe he's a little mean with it, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of Pac until all he can do is cry and pull Mike's hair to try and get him away. Mike leaves bite marks and hickies all over Pac's thighs and he spanks his cunt until its red and sensitive and Pac has tears running down his cheeks. Mike is barely even hard through it all, just enjoying watching Pac cry and lose himself to pleasure.

Mike only stops when Pac really can't take it anymore, when the oversensitivity is too sharp through their link.

He takes a few pictures, Pac's red and sensitive little dick, his dripping cunt, his bruised and bitten thighs. He's got a collection of photos similar.