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oscar and marci doing other stuff. shrugsss
āso, iāve been thinkingāā
he has his body slotted firmly into oscarās in their little corner of the resortās back garden, mouth hungrily running along oscarās pale neck. oscar is lazily scrolling on his phone (dinner with the team in just an hour, schedule cleared), hip jutted out for marcell to grind against.
not exactly how marcell imagined their summer break outing together, but theyāve been making do, like oscar said they would, after marcell begged him not to cancel. and well, here he is, sweaty in his short shorts at santalucia lake garda, head tilted to the side to grant marcell better accessāoscar is generous like that.
or perhaps he isnātāmarcell swallows down the sound that dares to escape him when oscar pulls away, shaking his head.
āmy turn with the thinking,ā oscar tuts, and the sly smile that tugs at his lips makes something in marcellās stomach twist with want.
he is pretty sure itās his turn, technically, with their little game earning another round to oscarās tally between silverstone and spaāoscar fucked him like an animal, angry and hard and unforgiving. and marcell took it, easy and docile like he always is, because it never seems to get better to take, despite how good at adapting oscar is said to be.
or perhaps thatās how marcell likes itāheās not sure. he just knows he craves oscarās warm touch, be it rough or misguided in its way to bring pleasure; oscarās weight on him, the expanse of oscarās dotted back under him, solid and real. just like he is when oscar wants him to be, and well, maybe marcell hopes heās a bit more than just two clumsy hands and a hole for oscar to fill.
marcell straightens himself, knees buckling slightly as oscar looks up at him, pupils blown already. āwhen i'm disadvantaged?ā his wrist still aches from the exercises he was made to do while oscar paddled away with his trainer.
oscar smirks, āwouldnāt need your hands, anyway.ā
he gently pushes at marcellās shoulders and marcell goes down readily, body fitting between oscarās parting legs like he belongs there.
itās a familiar place to be. marcell lets his face rest against oscarās thigh, eyes falling shut in contentment while oscar frees himself from his shorts.
ācāmon.ā marcell can feel oscar thread one hand into his hair, angling his face upward. he is nudging his already leaking cock to marcellās parted lips, āthat okay?ā
marcell hums, then swallows oscar down whole.
oscar has never been big, but he is a hot and heavy weight on marcellās tongue; comforting even when his fingers tighten in marcellās dampening locks. his musky scent and salty taste is overwhelming, and marcell blindly reaches his splintered arm up to hold onto oscarās waist, to ground himself as oscar slowly thrusts into his mouth once, twice. shallow, measured.
oscar sighs, loud in the open empty space. āin your lap. your hands,ā he mumbles, and the hint of assertiveness under his soft tone is not lost on marcell; a shiver runs down his spine, and he takes oscar further down his throat, cheeks hollowing.
marcell likes being told what to do, but then again, it should be him calling the shots today. itās not like he has planned the weekend around this, but well, marcell is only a man with ideas after his own heart. he would have oscar sprawled out on their lavish white sheets, have oscar finger him with his freakishly long nails, and ride oscar until they both get bored of itāthen oscar would haul him up and take their cocks in his small hands and theyād make out until oscar rubs them both to completion. or oscar could fuck him, nice and slow this time. or itās oscar sucking marcellās dick, or oscar eats him out, orā
āhey,ā oscar says, breathy, and he tugs on the hair at the back of marcellās head, āfocus.ā
the porcelain tiles are warm under marcellās knees, thereās drool dripping down his chin and his neck is cramping already. he pulls off just to say, āshouldnāt it be youā you doing the work?ā he bats his eyelashes, smiling sweetly.
oscar huffs, unimpressed. āuse your mouth?ā and wouldnāt that be wonderful, but marcell itches to have a bit of control over the situation.
āno, likeā you have to earn it. to get off.ā
oscarās gaze darkens. ācould just not get you off, if youāre like that.ā
before marcell can spew something silly at him in return, oscar is guiding his cock back into the hot cavern of marcellās mouth. thereās intent behind his thrusts now, but oscar isnāt as forceful as marcell would want him to beāuse your mouth, and well, yes, maybe. maybe marcell doesnāt mind just being two clumsy hands and a hole for oscar to fill.
i also dont think frankie is masculine or butch lol like what. because shes buff and doesnt wear makeup...? can we be serious. the only clothes we see her wear is her work uniform and she accessorizes that with cute dangly earrings which is our only actual look at her personal style. so for ppl to be like the cis confirmation is "masculine woman rep" first of all no its not second of all why is that a trans exclusionary thing?
okay well after trying other social media apps to post art on iāve decided to just die on tumblr. everywhere else sucks ass way worse than tumblr does
this is my first ever "full" front (front time lasting more than like 4 hours) and oh my god I fucking hate it here I hate it so much oh my GOD. I'm trying so fuckinf hard to not shit talk our appearance but I hate the body's looks so fucking much and I had the PERFECT FUCKING LIFE and now I'm DEPRESSED AND HAIRY AND FLAT AND EUUUUGHHGHBH

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*lures you in with weirdly heavy handed political commentary and actually well executed metaphor for systemic and class oppression, then does a classic 180 parkour spin and hits you with the tragic doomed yaoi beam*
Fucking crazy that Pete wasn't even there when they met Patrick. They went out and came back with some guy and they didn't even know they were introducing him to his soulmate
turned on the idea of you movie for fun and after watching devil wears prada and uptown girls last night its just hitting me how uninspired production design is in most film lately compared to just 20 years ago. and i think part of that is just the quality of the textures on screen - everything looks and feels flat and cheap.