It was never unexpected, not really. Misha's come across Jared's type before -- all that bottled-up energy waiting to be harnessed, needing direction; the love me grin, impossible to say no to. He's a big guy, sure, but Misha's always been conscious of his youngness as well as his size, the way his face goes soft and pleased when he's praised. There's something flamboyant in his gestures, in his sartorial decisions, something about the way he tosses his hair out of his face that made Misha sit up and pay attention, wondering. Suspecting. Jared's fucking hot, all the smooth, tan miles of him, and Misha's thought about getting his hands inside him, tangling fingers in that hair hard enough to hurt. Jared never pushed for it, exactly, but he never protested, either, when Misha brushed fingers across the rise of his cheekbone, traced the muscles of his back through his shirt. It was all -- interesting -- and so, although it's gratifying that they've wound up here like this, it isn't unexpected; isn't something Misha would never have
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"Gonna hear you, babe." His voice is low and dark, obscenely rough in his own ears, but there's no affectation prompting it, only the clench and shift of Jared's body making his chest go strange, his nerves thready. Jared's still moving, faster, now, and Misha tugs again at his stupid long hair and fucks up hard. "Gonna hear you, if you go on like this, whining for it." Another tug, and Jared shoves forward on an inchoate sound, whole body trembling. "You want that, don't you? Want everyone to see how good you are, how much you fucking love taking my cock, huh? Don't you?"
He hadn't meant to get into this, this kind of spewed filth, but the way Jared's moaning, cock slapping up against his belly, makes it hard to stop, even if it's doing absolutely nothing to actually keep the noise down. Jared's, Christ, Jared's close, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate, ass clenching around Misha's cock, and Misha can't ignore the way Jared's cries get sharper with Misha's every word; can't stop thinking about the way they must look like
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Oh good goddamn. There's something about the visuals here that just gets me every time. Jared needs to be fucked naked by clothed people all the time, pls. *__*
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He hadn't meant to get into this, this kind of spewed filth, but the way Jared's moaning, cock slapping up against his belly, makes it hard to stop, even if it's doing absolutely nothing to actually keep the noise down. Jared's, Christ, Jared's close, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate, ass clenching around Misha's cock, and Misha can't ignore the way Jared's cries get sharper with Misha's every word; can't stop thinking about the way they must look like ( ... )
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Okay, this makes up for how early I'm awake.
JFC.
So where's the DP sequel?
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I'M AFRAID OF DP, I DON'T KNOW HOW THAT GOT IN THERE! Actually I think I was subconsciously influenced by transfixeddream.
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Also: :DDDD ♥
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