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

- PEOPLEEATER (ur #1 fan)

WHILE IM ONLINE LEMME DO THIS TEEHEE!!

Here's the Fit panty sniffing drabble

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.

Roier understands why Cellbit can't get over Pac.

He's fucking pretty, laid out across their bed with his legs spread. Looking like a fucking dream, cunt red and puffy from Roier playing with him earlier. He's flushed and there's tears gathering in his eyes, Roier coos softly and reaches around Cellbit's waist to flick at Pac's little t-dick, watching the way his whole body flinches and his cunt clenches around nothing.

Roier also understands why Pac can't get over Cell.

He's biased, because Cellbit is his husband and the most beautiful man he's ever seen, but like this he's really something else. Naked save for the thick red leather collar around his neck and the black muzzle around his face. Roier is standing behind him, and Cellbit's tail is wrapped around Roier's waist. He's blushing a pretty pink down his chest, Roier's got his hand around the base of Cellbit's cock, which is hard and flushed and dripping. He's shaking with barely-contained need, his hair is a fucking mess from Roier pulling on it. He's the most beautiful thing Roier's ever seen. He turns his head and presses his face against Cellbit's neck, dragging his fangs against his skin and listening to the way his breath hitches and grinning at the shiver that runs down his spine.

"You're going to play nice, gathino?" Roier asks, running his hand up and down Cellbit's dick in one slow pull. Cellbit nods and whimpers, hips twitching into Roier's hand and chasing the sensation. Roier tisks and runs his other hand up to tangle in the back of Cellbit's hair, pulling his head back and pressing his lips against his husbands ear.

Pac whines at the sight, his legs spread wider and Roier grins wickedly.

"You need to be good, man, look at how needy Pac is" he mumbles, pulling twin groans from both Pac and Cellbit. They're so easy.

Roier keeps a firm grip on Cellbit's hair, but he pushes his hips forward and guides his dick to lay between Pac's folds. Pac groans and squirms, lifting his hips to try and get Cellbit inside of him. Roier releases Cellbit's dick for a second, and is pleased when he stays exactly where Roier left him, to land a harsh slap against Pac's thigh.

"You be patient, I'm trying to teach Cellbo a lesson," Roier scolds and grins at the way Pac yelps and twitches at the slap. Roier returns his hand to where it was previously and kisses at Cellbit's neck gently, releasing his hair to grab his hip and guide him to grind between Pac's folds. Cellbit moans and his head drops, eyes focused on where he and Pac are touching. Roier smiles and lets his head catch on Pac's entrance, making Pac whimper and squirm

"See, Cellbo, isn't it nice to be sweet and go slow? You can make him feel good without hurting him," Roier mumbles and makes sure Cellbit's dick drags against Pac's clit with every pass. Cellbit nods and his tail tightens around Roier's waist.

Pac is a fucking mess, unable to stay still, loud and unabashed. Roier is shocked he's not begging, though he supposes Pac is eager to be good. His hands are curled in the sheets, back arched and hips twitching eagerly up with every slick pass of Callbit's cock against his dick. Roier wishes he had his camera.

"You're being so good Pac, just hold on a little longer and you can use him however you want," Roier promises and feels Cellbit's shudder against his body.

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.

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.