& * AMALGAMATION !

in trent's defence, he was way more comfortable playing his back pressed to the couch than actually sat on the thing. something about the position had always been helpful with his focus. lukas coming over wasn't exactly a rarity, but given the other's position, and the fact there wasn't even any kind of subtly while the other was waiting... well, he figured he at least owed the other this. gaze lifting up to meet the other's face when he spoke, fingers tangled in to the fabric of the other's sweats. tugging them down enough to free the other's cock. "seriously, lukas? you know I wasn't inviting you over just to empty your balls, right?" of course, it didn't stop him leaning in, nose brushing against the base of the other's prick as he gave just the slightest brush of his lips.

maybe this wasn't the intended reason for the invitation. yet, when lukas got something in his head, it was hard for him to think of any other possible option. which was why he had already been half hard by the time that trent lowered his sweatpants and was eagerly watching him. "not just, but you have to admit that it's always a good positive when i come over." he winked at him and moved his right hand to brush through his hair. "plus, you look so pretty when you're on your knees for me. almost as cute as you are when you're focused on your game." something which apparently turned the mutant on. not that he was going to admit that out loud. being this attracted to a gamer should have been illegal. "you know i'll make it worth your while if you do a good job." and his length was already positively reacting, twitching to life at the brush of the lips.

Every compliment Bram gave him about about how good he felt or how his body was made for this, only made his own cock that much more hard. The quarterback was so deep in this newfound submissive headspace (or whatever it was called) now that he didn't care about anything else on Earth besides the two of them. Their careers, their teammates, family and friends... None of it mattered, as far as he was concerned. He only cared about the man who was currently claiming every inch of him. Cameron's fingers tightened around his own length as he felt the familiar, terrifying pressure of a climax beginning to make itself known. He didn't want to cum yet, but there wasn't much he culd do to stop it, either. "I can't—I can't hold on much longer, man. I'm gonna... Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum." With that, Cameron arched his back and sped up the pace of his hand that was pumping his cock, pressing his hips up to meet every one of Bram's thrusts, his movements becoming desperate and messy as his climax got closer and closer. "Let me cum... Please."

which was the only thing that he cared about in that moment. making sure that he was able to make cam become undone and see the pleasure take over him was arousing. he felt his own balls tense up a bit, knowing that his own orgasm was close too. he was going to have to hold out to make sure that he gave his quartback what he needed. "cum for me, baby. i want to see you blow your load all over yourself. want to taste you..." with that, he started to pick up the pace again. bram squeezed the man's legs and began to thrust his hips faster and harder than before. he made sure to keep on hitting the same spot, not wanting to change too much so that the sensation was consistent for cameron. as he looked at him, the attraction and bliss was clear as day on his face. his features did nothing to hide that he was also enjoying himself and probably close to his own orgasm. the noises he was making were also only getting louder. he moaned whenever his hips pulled back and grunted as he pushed his cock back inside of the athlete. he couldn't think straight anymore. "cum for me, please."

"I think it's impossible for them to hate you now." Sam whispers under his breath turning his head pressing a kiss to Nikolai's shoulder. "Trust me if anyone is going to get worse throughout the night it's them. I mean I haven't seen my mom this relaxed in a minute, we haven't even opened the wine yet." He laughs squeezing his boyfriend's side. "Okay you get their drinks. I'll get the table ready, you bring them into the dining room. Things are gonna be great. Before I go," he smiles turning to face the other. "Kiss please?" He pouts not caring if his parents witnessed him being affection with his boyfriend. The two of them practically lived together at this point so why act like they never were intimate with each other.

"i'm glad." he slowly turns around so that he can face sam some more. his right hand moves up to cup his cheek first, admiring his boyfriend for a moment. "they should feel right at home. that's what this is for them. hopefully this isn't the last time that we're all together too." nikolai slowly moves his left hand up to join him in admiring sam. he moves it around his neck a bit, so that he can bring him even closer. "i'll kiss you whenever, baby." he leans forward and connects their lips for a brief kiss. tender and passionate, but nothing too crazy that's going to make him rip his clothes off of him. for once in his life, he's showing some restraint. then, the blond is quickly pulling back. "i'll get those drinks now. don't miss me too much." he chuckles softly as he slowly pulls away and makes it over to the bar.

"Play room?" As if the older man didn't have Tom's full attention yet. "You're fucking with me." He said with a grin, eyeing the other over. "I'm younger, might be quicker. Tie you up instead. You should be careful." Tom teased as he winked at Symon, scoffing at the mention of his friends watching. "Yeah, no - I'm gonna get you out of here because these nasty fuckers would love to." They had seen Tom go down on someone or fuck someone plenty of times before. His friend group was a real mess. And even though he liked that, he just felt like having the older male to himself. Even if it was just for a night. But not around a bunch of young, horny friends who found that all way too entertaining. "I'm an open book, Symon. There's not a single secret behind this mustache." Hand locked into his and he smirked as he walked out with him, smiling ever so widely as they passed his friend group. They weren't too surprised. Out of everywhere, Tom was probably the first one to leave with a sexy, older stranger to god knows where. Tom eyed the bike and let out a low whistle, nodding very impressed. "That's a pretty baby you got there." Tom took the helmet and cocked his head when he instructed him to wear. He hadn't been called a good boy before but he admitted it sounded hot coming from Symon. "I'll be a good boy for you right now - just don't get used to it." Tom put the helmet on and hopped on the bike behind Symon, his hands curling around the older's waist as he purposely pressed against him close as he could. "I'm too young and pretty to die, though. Be careful with me." Tom whined, resting his chin to Symon's shoulder as he spoke. "But do go fast, show off for me. I like that." His fingertips brushed the leather of his jacket.

he shrugged his shoulders and smirked wickedly. "am i? you know that i ride a motorcycle, i make a lot of money, i'm clearly dominant. i think me having a play room would probably be the least shocking thing that you find out about me tonight." then, he leaned in to whisper. "you might be quicker, but i can bet that i'm stronger. you won't be able to get a hold of me long enough to tie me up. plus, if you even so much as try, that means your punishment is going to be even harder." again, something that he didn't seem against doing. "why don't we record our time together then? give them something to watch. make them jealous that an old man is making you weak in the knees." wouldn't be the first time that he put on a show for a crowd. whether it was digital or in person. "i don't doubt that. you seem like you would sing like a canary when talking about yourself." symon grinned at the compliment to his bike. his harley-davidson cvo road glide was only one of his pressed possessions. he had a couple of other bikes, but this one was fast and big enough for more than one person. "thank you. she goes fast too. wait until you feel her." the older man turned the bike on and started to get the engine ready while tom climbed on board. "you'll be surprised how obedient someone can get when they're being whipped into submission." another promise or threat? who knew. "you're going to be fine. hold on tight and remember to breathe." in what felt like no time, he was already kicking off the stand and zooming through the parking lot of the bar. symon was quick to shoot up to 60 mph already on the main road, but he was going going to start going faster and faster. the old man was also taking the long way home, wanting to give tom the ride of his life.

He leaned down until he was mere inches from the bartender's face, his blond hair shadowing his dark, dilated blue eyes. "You think that's a punishment?" Jamie tsk'ed himself, shaking his head with a grin. "I've been making you work for every single rep for months. You think I'm afraid of earning this?" Finally, the trainer reached down and allowed his fingers to wrap around the base of Logan's throbbing cock to guide the glistening tip right back to his wet lips. He stared directly into Logan's green eyes, refusing to break contact for even a second. "Grab my hair and fucking do it then," Jamie commanded, his voice dripping with an arrogant defiance as he parted his lips. "Stop talking about what you're gonna do and fuck my face until I can't fucking breathe."

he knew better than to challenge him again, but he wasn't going to go easy on him. logan moved both of his hands to the back of jamie's head, no longer feeling like he needed to prop himself up. "going to bruise your throat so that you remember me tomorrow." not that he thought he could forget. the bartender winked at him before he fell back on the bed and planted his feet firmly on the mattress. for the first part of it, he didn't move the man's head. instead, he started to thrust his hips so that he could fuck his face that way first. let him get used to someone else setting the pace. eventually, he would pick up and be relentless, but he wasn't a monster. still, he could feel his shaft throb some more as it started to slide further into the man's mouth again.

While Max knew his boyfriend had a major crush on Frankie, he trusts that nothing would happen between them. "Well most of us are, especially when someone comes along who makes you feel them. But I guess you also gotta be open to feeling and returning them. Carter? He makes it easy." Max smiles at the way Carter looks back rolling his eyes over how long it's taking for him to get their drinks. "I can't rule out we're going to fuck in the bathroom yet I know he wouldn't want to leave you hanging." He reassures the other before raising his eyebrows at Frankie's admission of his new sex toy. "Oh yeah? Those are pretty sick not gonna lie. I'm bisexual so I get the appeal for sure. Too tight though? Never heard of such a thing. Maybe you just gotta stretch it out goldilocks."

getting relationship advice from his best friend's boyfriend isn't something he thinks he'd be doing that night. especially because of the history that he share with carter. not that he knows if his bro had decided to go full out on the details when it came to max. he assumes not. "open communication and all that. i hear that's key when it comes to relationships." with the time that their shared connection is spending at the bar, frankie's a little worried that max is getting too horny and restless. mainly because he is. although he can't exactly explain why to the other man, but he's going to miss that sweet mouth and tight hole of his friend. "nah, it's fine. i'm pro-sex or whatever. if ya'll need to get off, then don't let me stop you. i know how bad blue balls is." he's a little happy knowing that carter might stop himself from fucking max because frankie's there though. "lube works a lot, but i also just like squeezing it around my cock. guess i like a little pain." he snickers softly. "so you're bi, huh?"

"I think I'd prefer a hostile takeover by the clothes over staring at these cardboard boxes any longer," Hayden said as a genuine (but small) fit of laughter escaped his lips. Kaleb's hyperbole was absurd, but the flippancy was a welcome distraction against the suffocating reality of the room. He let his hand fall back to his side as the handshake broke, feeling a strange, lingering sense of comfort from the interaction, but he was quick to brush it off because that was the last thing he needed right now. He then walked over to the hallway closet and pulled the door open, revealing a row of winter coats and jackets. The sight of them sent a familiar ache through his chest, but he forced his mind back to the framework Kaleb had just provided. "An assembly line sounds doable," Hayden continued, turning back to face Kaleb. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he considered the logistics. "Let's have you handle the boxes and the actual sorting. You have the awareness for it, it seems like. I'll pull the coats off the hangers and bring them to you. That way, I'm kept moving, and I don't have time to overanalyze every single little thing or detail."

"you say that now and then you're being choked out by a scarf with a pair of socks being shoved down your throat." for someone that didn't think any of that to be possible, he was letting his imagination run wild. which was rare of kaleb. at least when it came to voicing all of his thoughts. when he walked into the living room, he took a glance at all of the boxes to assess the situation that he was coming into. they had a lot of work to do it seemed. the event planner took out some of the clothes in the one that was the most empty and tossed them into another. he wanted a blank canvas to work with, so to speak. "it's a good sign that you already trust my skill. trust me, i'm good at what i do. you may not have had the chance to come to one of my events, but everything fits together to make one big puzzle." to emphasize that he was serious about all of this, he crackled his knuckles and continued to get himself ready. "start by the biggest or puffiest ones first. don't think about it too much and just grab what you can see." he hoped that would help hayden, genuinely. he didn't want to come here only to make things worse for the other man.

Handsome. The other probably didn't have a clue what that compliment did to him. Xavi kept repeating to himself that he was pissed off and annoyed for the other to kidnap him into the frat's basement but the longer he stared at that perfect face, the less he felt he cared. Xavi's eyes followed the change in his facial expressions, seeing the way his lips curved into a wide smirk. Like he'd said something that Porter enjoyed. As he crouched down to his level and moved his hand around his thigh, Xavi sucked in a audible breath, his eyes pinned on Porter's face when he spoke. His cock twitched in his baggy jeans, growing painfully hard as he was imagining Porter fuckin him in front of his frat brothers, then imagined himself in the dean's office. He really tried to focus, shifting quietly in the chair to try and get more comfortable as his jeans tightened around him and he just felt stupid for it. "You're insane." The pink on his cheeks darkened the more he spoke and when he was finished, he finally released the breath he was holding in a nervous trail of laughter. Was he testing him? Either way, Xavi was trying real hard to not let it show how flustered he really was. "Yeah, of course. I-I don't care." He flashed Porter a nervous smile, but he held the other's gaze confidently. "I'll be loyal, man. It's not like I'm going to snitch to anyone." even if he wanted, he didn't really think that there was a way out now that he had gotten this far. "I won't let you down." Because that what being frat brothers was all about, right? "Let me prove myself to you." He clearly wasn't all talks anymore now that the other was so close.

while he had to give it to xavi, he was probably a little insane, that didn't mean that the man was turned off by it. plus, he would blame the fraternity for making him this way. bringing out a side of him that was probably hidden for a long time. porter kept studying how flushed his face seemed. he could bet all of his savings that he was into whatever the hell was going on here. so he would continue to push his luck and see how far he could take this. "you still want to join us. so what does that make you?" he moved his hand up from the man's thigh and started to trace a finger up his body. porter didn't stop until he dropped the other hand and them moved his right thumb to brush along xavi's bottom lip. "for someone that wants to be so loyal to me, to us, you haven't picked your hazing ritual yet. i gave you so many options and i'm starting to get the feeling that you think that i'm joking. i'm not." or he was and was just trying to psych the man out. he was seeing how far he could push all of this. "that is what being frat brothers is all about. you're finally learning." for a brief moment, he tried to slip his thumb into the other's mouth. a simple test to see if he would let him. then, porter took his hand back and leaned both of his arms on xavi's thighs. as he got comfortable, he continued to look up at him. "so which is it going to be? a living room full of horny frat brothers watching you get fucked, or the dean's office where you can take your time with the camera and dildo?" even though he'd want to go in either case. simply to make sure he was doing it. "unless you have some other suggestions on how to prove your loyalty. i'm not that much of a monster, i'm open to hearing you out."

"i mean..." patrick can't help but laugh as he shakes his head at the idea. the old biddies on their block forgot to tell him that hayes had a flair for the dramatics. "show up like that. might treat you nicer." he keeps his gaze turned away from the other attempting to conjure up how he wants them on his wall. he'd seen a video of some obnoxious influencer who bought these and patrick had realized how many hours he'd have to work to buy them. it took him months but he was so into these pieces. "these old people are freaky and nosy." he agrees with a wide grin. patrick is lucky he just goes to work, makes his money and comes home. "so dangerous." he huffs out softly as finally lifts his head up to watch the other. "i'm thinking around the tv. think it'll look nice there." patrick briefly glances at the wall before his gaze meets hayes. he smiles a little fondly as he nods in agreement, "i'm not cruel at all just run a tight ship over here. i rarely let men in here so you might be right. let's keep it between us." patrick whispers almost conspiratorially. "you know that jaylani down the street's been gunning for you."

maybe he was going to have to take that feedback into consideration. he liked making sure that people were comfortable around him. even if he was going to end up giving them shit and pulling on their leg. "i'll remember that for next time. i knew you wanted me back here." his chin jutted out and his chest puffed out. hayes was clearly too proud of himself and he hadn't even done anything yet. "they are. some of them actually watch people from their windows with binoculars." he wished that he was joking, but it was more so of a warning for patrick. didn't want a peeping tom catching him in the act. he nodded slightly as he tried to picture the vision. "spread out or do you want them all sort of pointing to the tv? like orbiting around the sun?" again, he wasn't the artsy type, so hayes just wanted to make sure that he was going to get it right. "it'll be our little secret, don't worry." then, his head snapped over to look back at him. "you serious? i knew i could never be caught slipping around that guy."

ANIRUDH PISHARODY in "9-1-1" - 9x12

head tilted, surely her tactics were working on him .ᐣ they work on everyone else. she couldn't understand it, until she shifted forward and felt what he had been hiding. a smirk landed on her lips as she pulled forward, pressing a small, quick kiss against his lips before standing up. " fine. have it your way, but you're going to sit there and watch my demon friend over here, give me the best orgasm of my life. technically, watching isn't breaking the angelic rules, is it .ᐣ " and with that, she set her sights on the demon, a small giggle leaving her lips as she practically launched herself at him.

she smirked and sucked on the candy as he spoke. a simple hum escaped her and she nodded, "right." she raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes over his comment about her ride. "aw, are you concerned, baby?" she asked and tipped her head to the side. she watched him carefully and snorted before looking away for a moment. she twirled the sucker between her lips and when she glanced back at him, her eyes lit up. "is it?" she asked and slid closer before lifting her foot and pressing it against his chest to move him and his chair backwards away from the desk. when her gaze dropped to his lap, the smirk that pulled at her lips was gleeful as hell. the tightness of the fabric lining his half hardened cock and she raised her eyebrows again. "i don't get it up for you anymore, huh?" she asked and stood up before climbing into his lap and tipping her head to the side. "you're such a liar and it's part of your job to lie, daddy. you gotta up your game with me. i know i still make you hard and i know that drives you crazy." jordana leaned forward and ghosted her lips over his. "just be honest with yourself for once. you want me. still. there's no shame in that," she murmured and traced her fingertip along his jaw.

everything that she said was right. what was worst of all was that having her on his lap didn't make him want her any less. in fact, it did the opposite. to the point that adrien assumed they were going to hook up unless she was just teasing him or someone walked in. adrien's jaw had tightened and his body tensed up, but he slowly started to relax again. "you don't know what you're asking for." working more and more with the criminal group had made him a little darker. his right hand moved up her torso, over her chest, and then snaked behind her neck. he didn't stop until he was able to grab a fistful of jordana's hair and pull her head back. "if you want me to be myself, you're going to have that poor man waiting for a while. do you really want to fall back into bad habits?" his left hand moved in between her thighs. soon enough, he was pressing the tips of his fingers right against her crotch. "bet you're so wet for me already. it would be a shame if i didn't fuck you. you can't get used to it again. i'm sure he's only giving you mediocre dick, so you need to be able to fake it." then, the lawyer slowly brought his hands back, letting her go. "be smart and leave. now."