#packerprompted

Daley and Atlas were kindred spirits, so it didn’t surprise anybody when they got together. One was renowned cosplayer, the other an uber-popular streamer. Combined, their powers were unstoppable, especially when they collaborated on projects together. So when Atlas asked Daley to make a Santa Claus getup for a charity stream, they didn’t waste their time.

But nothing could have prepared Daley for seeing Atlas in their handiwork. The garment fit him perfectly, showing off just enough of his bulging, muscular form without it being too revealing. (Daley liked to dress this way themself, to similar results...) But Atlas was just so damned hot that it knocked Daley on their ass at first glance.

Anyone could’ve caught them like this, theoretically. There weren’t within the confines of their shared apartment. Not technically. It was Dieter’s idea to take Robin up to the roof of the building. He always loved the view of the city from up there, and the younger angel had never seen it for himself. The fact that nobody ever bothered going up to the roof also made it the perfect place for Dieter to absolutely wreck Robin with sex. 

It started, as it usually did, with Robin giving Dieter head. The boy was shockingly good at sucking dick for someone as sweet and innocent-seeming as Robin, but Dieter knew better than to underestimate his lover’s potential for craven lust. Even the occasional instances wherein Robin choked on the unbelievable length of his tool, he still managed to do it in such a cute, wholesome way that only filled Dieter with more corruptive desire. Nobody said angels had to be pure.

But then Robin —once again— showed off just how perverted he could be by suggesting Dieter fuck him over the edge of the railing, presenting his supple, round ass for the taking. Gonna be the death of me, this boy, Dieter thought as he wasted no time spitting into his hand, rubbing the slick onto his cock, and sliding all the way inside Robin’s tight hole like they’d done so many times befor.e

Robin’s ass was, pardon the pun, heavenly. No doubt about it. So warm and goddamn tight you would be forgiven for mistaking Robin as a virgin. Not since Dieter entered the picture, that was for certain. Sometimes Dieter took things easy and went gentle on his beloved’s body, as to avoid leaving marks that were visible to any passing eyes.

Not this time.

Something about the heat of the situation prevented Dieter from self-consciously ravishing Robin like he may normally, instead plowing into Robin’s lithe body from behind with punishing, sturdy thrusts, knowing he would surely leave marks at Robin’s hips when they were done, among other places.

"Meine liebe... meine herz... meine engle...” Dieter grunts, his massive, heaving chest flat against Robin’s back as he spared the young man no mercy. He wasn’t even concerned about raising noise complaints from neighbors like usual, because who would’ve heard them? God himself?

(Actually, maybe he should have been a trifle more concerned about that...)

Dieter wasn’t fated to last long like this, and neither was Robin for that matter. Gripping onto Robin’s sides harder, Dieter bucks into Robin’s body with complete desperation, wanting nothing more than to fill the boy’s insides with hot, sticky seed—

And then he comes with howl, feeling the spurts of his orgasm shoot within Robin, feeling spurts of it escape from inside and trickle down Robin’s ass. A job well done.

“Fuck—” Dieter pants, pretty sure that Robin’s orgasm had already come and gone too since he shot his load, still lodged inside that snug space and unwilling to leave. Not just yet.

He grabs Robin by the chin and turns it around to face him, wanting to commit this rendezvous to memory: the sight of his beautiful lover totally blissed out on fucking, knowing he belonged to Dieter and nobody else. “"Liebe dich—” he says, pulling Robin into a tender, soft kiss, as though it were an apology for practically treating him like an inanimate fuck toy just moments earlier. “Love you so much.”

In the decades Garrett and Arnold were together, their sex always remained fairly vanilla, and the two seemed content to keep it that way. But lately Garrett couldn’t shake the feeling that things had grown stale between them. Maybe he was just paranoid, maybe there was some truth to the staleness he perceived, but either way he knew it couldn’t hurt to bring it up to Arnold.

Garrett obviously felt relieved when Arnold agreed they could try spicing things up in the bedroom. But because they were so vanilla together, neither of them could think of how to spice things up. They had toys somewhere, likely hidden somewhere in a storage container they would never find quickly. Public sex? Probably not right away. Garrett’s crippling sense of anxiety, even with the aid of meditation and medication, would sabotage it immedately.

“What about spanking?” was Garrett’s eventual play. Arnold was receptive.

He felt so dumb like this, hoisting himself on all fours like a dog on their bed. But once Arnold pulled down his pants to reveal Garrett’s plump (and impressively shapely) ass cheeks to the night air, he started to accept his fate. But even the knowledge of what was to come wasn’t enough.

"Mmph—” Garrett moans out loud, not totally prepared for that first smack on his ass. This was all new to them, but him especially, being on the receiving end of things. But it wasn’t unwelcome either. “I’m good, I’m— just do that again. Don’t stop,” he gasps out, surprised by how sexy this already was for him. “Make me feel it, Arnie. You won’t break me. Promise.”

And then another thwack, this one slightly harder. Within seconds, Garrett felt his clothed dick start to stiffen and ooze pre-come. Sticking his ass out further, he couldn’t deny the thrill that this rough treatment filled him with.

Maybe getting a little kinky wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

It always seemed like it came down to this with them. It seemed impossible for Paulo and Cyrus to keep their clothes on in each others’ company, but could you really blame either of them? They were certifiable specimens of male perfection, both in different ways. Paulo: tall, dark, and handsome, with some big tits and an even bigger ass to match. Cyrus: also tall, not quite as dark, and just as handsome, with all the strapping ruggedness you could want in a man like him. They were a real picture of beauty together. 

Another picture of beauty? Paulo, fully nude and erect, wishing Cyrus would just do something to satisfy him. Suck his dick, make Paulo suck his, fill his tight little mancunt with all the cock it could take... anything. Anything except nothing. Cyrus was nothing if not a cheeky little sadist, when he wanted to be.

(And when Paulo wanted him to be.)

“You’re giving me fuckin’ blue balls here, Cy—” Paulo moans, writhing around on the bed like a fish out of water, his heavy, muscular chest heaving on each breath. Paulo knew Cyrus got off on denying him what he clearly wanted, making me whine and beg for it like a little bitch. His bitch. 

And Paulo hated knowing that even if he had the choice for instant gratification or not, he would still pick the teasing treatment.

“Just fuckin’ do something,” he continues, his voice raspy from carnal desperation. Paulo could feel his stiff erection swinging with each movement, as slight as they may be, the pre-come oozing at the tip starting to dribble down his shaft and onto the bed beneath him, smearing the lower end of his meaty ass in a perverted sheen of slick. He knew his tits looked incredible at this angle, too; Cyrus could’ve fucked him if he really wanted to right about now. But clearly, he would much rather enjoy torturing his massive lover like this.

That fuckin’ asshole.

The way Cyrus turned the Bear into a willing participant in submission never failed to astound him. The Aussie made a name for himself as one of the most hot-blooded, sexually dominant tops in the entire porn industry, but with Cyrus? He was a smirking, greedy little power bottom who wanted every last inch of his lover’s cock inside him, and everything else that came with it. 

He especially came to love getting spanked, after years of him being the one to deliver such a treatment to his bottoms on and off the porn set. Something about impact play, especially knowing how good and hard Cyrus was capable of smacking him, fuck. There was nothing better — well, except a nice, long dicking when his ass was properly tenderized and bruised. If only his thousands of followers had access to this POV of their favorite star...

“That’s it, mate, smack my arse,” Bear says, gladly accepting the blows as Cyrus delivered them. Haunched on all fours with his meaty rear fully exposed and pushed out, he knew Cyrus wouldn’t be able to resist. He never did.

Jonas was a young, sexy athlete who could have anybody he wanted — and for free, no less. But he quite enjoyed seeking the services of rentboys as his team rolled from town to town. And why shouldn’t he? Sure, he could troll the bars and force himself to suffer star-fucking twits who wanted him more for his money and fame than for the sex itself.

But there was something about seeking escort services that always felt more upscale. He paid for the company of these people because he could. 

“I enjoy lots of things,” Jonas says dryly as he unbuttons his shirt, leaving them undone down to the middle of his chest for now. His Swedish drollness was truly unmatched. “But I suppose you mean to ask what sorts of things I enjoy in this context. Nothing out of the ordinary. I prefer to top. But I’m open to suggestions if you’ve got any.”

When two forces of nature combined, particularly two lustful, hot-blooded gods among mortals, a clash was inevitable. Just as quickly as they find themselves in combat against one another, their carnal hunger bubbled to the surface, forcing them to rid themselves of their clothes and get straight to the underlying point. They needed to fuck, and they needed it now.

“Fuck me, Rai... goddamn it, fill my cunt just like that—” Kai moans, absolutely red-faced and blissed out of his mind. The elemancer’s body instinctively bucked itself backwards onto Raiju’s cock as it invaded him, as though his body was hardwired to clench around a suitor’s prick to ensure its own survival. 

Kai could feel all the elements around them react to their display of wanton desire. He heard the ocean waves crash violently into one another. He felt the Earth shift beneath their big, hulking bodies. The wind around them wooshed with the intensity of a hurricane. And the fire was purely inside them both, burning hot and ravenous as they worked to a desperate orgasm with inevitable certainty. The moment he felt Raiju shoot his seed into the deepest crevices of his ass, Kai knew he would be able to return the gesture in kind — and not a moment sooner.

It seemed like Peter came out of nowhere, like he literally fell out of the sky and onto Rhett’s ranch. Dutiful as ever, he helped patch up Peter’s bruises, and then one thing led to another... neither expected to find themselves at the lake, with Rhett’s tongue splitting Pete’s ass apart.

It was ages since Rhett last enjoyed some outdoors action with someone, and his chance meeting with Peter gave him an opportunity to remind himself what it felt like, engaging in some carnal action in the great outdoors. 

Rhett couldn’t believe how tight Peter’s ass was, and the thought of how good it would feel around his long, thick cock only encouraged him to slick the boy up more. He needed to fuck Peter. Preferably sooner than later.