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M/M Smut GIF Starters, Part 2

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         Riel’s kisses were slow and heated, with his eyes closed he put almost his entire concentration into his lips. Though, his hand was absently stroking at the other man’s cock that he held firmly in his grip. He could feel the excitement, the need in the palm of his hand and it appealed to the wolf inside of the King. The need for something, something...primal? Perhaps, but he just followed what his mind told him to do. His other hand was nestled at the back of Aelan’s head until his lips finally parted. He smirked, very sure of the state he was bringing Aelan too and he loved to see it. 

         SMUTTY   INTERACTIONS !

[ neck kiss ]  to kiss my muse’s neck.

   A soft hum is drawn from Robert, still in his sleepy haze it had taken him a few seconds to gather his thoughts and realise what was happening. With his lover kissing at his neck, it was a pleasant way to begin the morning. A gentle hand is raised to settle upon the back of the other’s neck, a gentle brush, moving from his head to his shoulders then repeating before turning his head, pressing a kiss against him. 

Bruce knew better than to expect his feline lover to give him the instant gratification he needed, yet there he laid, watching hungirly as Selina writhed atop his clothed erection, forbidding him to touch her supple body like he very clearly desired to. She was as graceful in the bedroom as she was on any rooftop; slinky hips, coquettish body language, arching her back at just the right angle to give her ass an incredible roundness. And all Bruce was allowed to do was watch.

“And I didn’t agree to this torture, Cat,” he growls in response, struggling to maintain what little composure he had under Selina’s reign. “You keep up this charade and I might just have to contact my friends at the GCPD, tell them there’s been a burglary in my home…”

Piotr smirks at the thought of his beloved going au natural, keeping it a salacious secret that nobody else around them was aware of. “You are correct, kitten,” he purrs, pulling up behind his petite lover, their bodies frustratingly still covered with obstructive clothing. If the Russian had his way, it would’ve been perfectly acceptable to walk around the mansion with as little clothing as he desired. That was always the protocol on the farm back home; shirts were optional, much less anything else. Sometimes he fantasized about taking Kit there, if only for a brief respite from the chaos of being X-Men.

His hands travel to Kit’s front, patiently sliding under the younger man’s pants until they found evidence of Kit’s lusty claim, creamy soft flesh meeting Pitor’s long, thick fingers. Without warning, he dips one inside Kit’s velvety entrance, gently hooking the digit enough so that his lover would undoubtedly make the slightest reaction upon contact. “I can make you come like this, yes?” he whispers into Kit’s ear, before suddenly inserting another finger. “I want to hear my kitten growl for me…”

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   :   𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.

TO HEAR A SHADOWHUNTER OF ALL PEOPLE SAY THOSE WORDS TO HIM... it was nothing short of extraordinary. Throughout the centuries, Halwyn had encountered those blessed with angelic blood before. They saw him as a symbol of perdition, a demonic entity that needed to be erased and destroyed. None of them accomplished such feat. To kill something that wasn’t truly alive was not as easy as people would assume.

BUT ALEC LIGHTWOOD? That particular Shadowhunter was different than the rest. More open-minded. He understood the bigger picture, the necessity of the balance having to be kept. Mundanes were nothing more than bothersome ants that required protection. Protection that they both provided in their own respective ways. Funny --- how two opposites could make a whole. How a Shadowhunter and a Hellhound could have more than just a mortal feud.

Ask

                “An odd request.”

A playful quirk of his brow, but he shrugs. Though he hadn’t been free from his confines for more than a few months, he was still certain that someone request that you keep your clothes on was as unusual as it was a couple of hundred years ago.