let them eat cake.

(if i can’t, i’m sure someone else will <3)

some would say that milo took a liking to being degraded, reduced to nothing more than a foot or muscle slave, gagged endlessly on a cock before being pounded away into pure bliss. other’s would say it was a desire, something he thought about far too regularly. he knew the truth; it was a need, almost a part of his daily function to live. what had started as a helpful way for an inexperienced milo to get used to sex, to figure out what he liked and didn’t like had turned into a whole new lust altogether. as he moved from sexual partner to partner, the demand on his side for his partner to be more rough in their actions and words grew. for milo, he didn’t want some vanilla sex where both parties were satisfied - he wanted a rough, rollercoaster of intercourse, serving another man before having his own needs satisfied. the thought, no less the feel, of his straining cock against whatever tight confines he was forced to was one milo anticipated, craved and constantly gained euphoria from.

his experiences and reasoning was why, clad i only some boxer briefs that were a size or two too small, milo was happily on his needs at the feet of the other male, looking up at him with his ass out in the air. there a was a cheeky, devilish tinge to his smile as he waited any commands; the other wasn’t as experienced in being so dominating and degrading as milo was used to but, hey, training up a potential long-term master of sorts was always something he had wanted to do.

looking at the other man with a pointed gaze that roamed up and down the sculpted body that his eyes had ravaged so many times before. it was an indulgence on his part to oogle at the other with little care for how obvious he was. he knew he needn’t be, seeing as they were the only two in the room, but part of him continued to tell him that subtlety was a more apt approach. orion, quite often, threw that away. with his feet up on his desk, shoes threatening to fall away without a care should he give them a single kick, he palmed his crotch lazily as he smiled at the other. 

“if they had told me the new intern would be so... alluring,” he commented, eyes not leaving the other, his voice somewhat teasing but dripping with lust, “i might’ve snagged you all for myself.” orion didn’t need to worry about crossing the lines; he knew that the prolonged stares were mutual and the line needed to be crossed.

how had he found himself here? miles was not one to be so forthcoming about his plans or desires. it was easier for something sleazy in the bathroom stall of a bar or a quick fling from grindr, but when it was someone he actually knew? it was rare and if he was to be honest a little bit scary. but that came with the territory, and with the scare came adrenaline, a rush like nothing else. it wasn’t difficult to get into his pants if you were a stranger, but anything more was like that of a blue moon.

yet it was all happening and miles didn’t find himself worrying. it was hard not to know of kato, and in a moment of desperation had he made the best choice he could. the sight of kato on his knees only proves he was right in his assumptions, that this was worthwhile. “no, no. no need for the whole permission thing.” it wasn’t that miles couldn’t do control, far from it, rather tonight just wasn’t the right night for it. slowly miles raises his left foot as if to give the go ahead, his head tilting to get a better look at kato’s face. “sir’s good. unless that’s the one you wanted? in which case daddy works just as good… surprise me, kato.”

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@lustfulend | robin & ?

some people called robin a slut in an attempt to shame him, make him feel bad about how he hadn’t committed to anyone. he never cared though; he knew when he felt good and wasn’t afraid to do whatever it’d take for him to achieve it. like now, for instance.

he was sat in the other male’s lap, hands roaming across his chest. robin was down to worship any part of the other male, but his muscles were always the boy’s go to choice. his fingers danced along the other male’s skin, flicking and pinching the pink nubs when they brushed past. robin was calculated, sensual in his touches and his smile reflected that. he could be sweet to those who were regular fuck buddies to him and, as his most regular, the other male got the sweetest treatment robin could muster. kissing his neck, aiming to litter it with hickies, robin would roll his hips lightly until he pulled away, flashing the smile at him. “you know, you’re so hot,” he was, practically breathlessly, “but i’m sure me saying it is a waste of oxygen by now.”

it didn’t bother hunter how people lived their lives. whether they were a prude or outgoing, so long as they didn’t judge him for his actions they would find themselves worthy of the same respect. not that many had a reason to judge him, being popular had it’s perks, and being attractive only made it all the more easier for him to get by.

bare chest caressed so sweetly it was hard for hunter to keep control, falling more and more under robin’s sway with each touch, his hands gently gripping the familiar hold of other males waist. in truth this was how he liked to do things, a little more refined and slow than jumping right into things. not that he was averse to it either, but with being worshipped, with people taking their time to treat him like royalty, he was never going to turn it down. especially when it came to robin. “don’t say that.” he murmurs just before a slight groan leaves his lips, hunter’s head rolling forward to look robin head on, his hold growing a little more tighter. “you know i love being praised. makes me feel good.” a flash of teeth as he grins, hips rolling up to give himself some element of pleasure and delight, his breathing falling out a little heavier. “just gonna work my chest over tonight? not that i’m complaining.”

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kian couldn’t help but roll his eyes at carter’s joke. he should expect the cheeky jabs at him by now, he and carter were dangerously bordering the friends with benefits zone, but he never failed to tsk at the other’s jokes - if anything out of habit. “maybe it might have to be you now you said that,” kian replied with a glance over, “a hand and porn do wonders.” kian’s gaze didn’t leave carter as the other talked and he just shrugged, “you offered to spot for me without me making any sort of indication - at least here i’m subtly suggesting you help.”

 “you are?” kian asked, raising an eyebrow as he shuffled a little where he sat; straightening his position. a smirk appeared on his face, figuring carter was giving him the subtle green light to initiate his way with him. he nodded at the ground just before his feet. “you’re no good sitting beside me then if you are,” he said, biting his lip slightly, “are you just going to massage them or can i have the whole carter experience?” just the thought of the later began to make his shorts tent a little - not that kian was trying to hide it one bit.

“i see how it is. i’m lesser than a hand and some bad porn, got it.” he remains just as playful as he had been before, not one to ever take things too seriously or to heart. he knew kian well enough by now that he knew when things were serious or not, when to push the line and just what their limits were with one another. but even then it wouldn’t really stop carter, he had his own nature, and he wasn’t himself if there wasn’t a joke every other second, or if there wasn’t some form of playful jab.

for a moment carter seems to be lost in thought all whilst still looking at kian, as if he was internally debating just what to do, if this was worth it. of course he knows he was easy to sway, but he didn’t want kian knowing that. “i mean you did say you had your hand and some porn…” and yet as he speaks he’s slowly sliding lower until his knees meet the floor and he’s off of the sofa entirely, slowly finding himself crawling around to the opposite side of beanbag, looking up at kian as if looking for a signal. “just because i want to prove i’m the best you’ve got, you can get the whole experience. but you’re guiding me this time.” a hand reaches out to pat the top of kian’s feet before it drops just beside them against the bag, winking slyly just after.

seeing rocco’s jockstrap perfectly through the tight slacks, jared could feel his boxers trying to tent but there being a lack of free space due to how tight his pants were around his muscular lower half. jared could tell by the jockstrap rocco was wearing that he wanted jared, and by the way jared’s member was reacting it seemed as though jared did too. however, he had to keep his cool at least for a little while longer, until rocco was verbal with what he wanted.

with rocco pouting in the seat in front of him, jared was quickly realizing just how coy the younger in front of him really was. he couldn’t believe rocco was pretending he wasn’t doing all this intentionally. taking on a stern look as he leant forward onto his desk, jared eyed rocco down. “rocco, i think you and i both know you’re doing all this on purpose.” pausing for a second as he saw the waistband of rocco’s jockstrap sticking out, jared had a hungry look in his eyes, “tell me what you’re really doing rocco.”

“i clicked it off cause it isn’t as important as you, not because i’m hiding it from you.” kian responded flirtatiously, biting his lip when kian kissed his neck. “i was going to if you were,” he responded while watching kian pinch his nipples. when kian removed his hands, dylan saw his nipples harden, missing the contact they had just previously.

with kian pulling him over to the showers, dylan found his hands resting on the other’s waist when they stopped by the tiled floor of the shower room. “why don’t i show you how it’s done then?” dylan responded with a smirk on his face. while both were wearing the bottom half of their football gear, dylan was known to be quite sweaty when it came to his spandex shorts and jock. knowing kian loved the smell of dylan’s sweaty shorts and jock, he wanted kian to have to wait. getting onto his knees, dylan pulled kian closer to his face and used his teeth to loose the strings of his football gear.