how about jockstrap sniffing and semipublic play?? im imagining a locker room situation <3
Sweaty and musty, thick, hot air engulfed the whole bathroom area.
People were leaving, others were overusing the showers. Naked bodies moved around, most hairless, the occasionally gem of pubic hair peaked through the haze, fuck, it was your butch.
Of course, you'd recognise that bush anywhere.
Approaching them from behind and gripping their hips, they eased into it, your fingers have caressed their skin so many times that they swear they felt your fingerprints on them.
You entered the showers first, they rushed back to 'grab something'.
The room was empty, everyone left, but the air was still thick, stagnant, light grey.
You heard them before you saw them, your gaze dropping to the dark material on their hips. They were wearing a jockstrap. You got shoved to the ground, they rotated and pressed their ass to your face. You instantly knew what to do as spread them and licked between their cheeks, sniffing their natural scent.
It was intoxicating, you could feel yourself throb in your nakedness.
You've always had to be risky with sex. You're brothers. Hiding from your parents, hiding from your grandparents, cousins, friends. Just slipping between the cracks to be with each other.
In your nostalgic haze, they pulled away and turned, shoving your face into their pelvis, their bush covered. You whined, pulling at the elastic, but they slapped your hand away.
Your mouth latched onto them through the material, feeling them twitch, your hands on their hip dips as they held their hands over yours.
Their smell was strong, more intoxicating than any substance or toxin you've ever done.
You both forget that you're in the public showers, the voices down the hall long forgotten.
They drag you up by the hair before pulling you onto the locker bench and closing the door to the hallway.
On top of their jockstrap, they adjusted their dildo and aligned it with your ass.
Whoever comes will will have a great show.
