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lewd present. mdni.
Joined July 2019
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⠀you’re growing tired of me , and all the things i don’t talk about .
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the ⠀ face ⠀ of ⠀ a ⠀ 𝑔𝘰𝘰𝘥 ⠀ boy ⠀ … ⠀ 𖬺͟ ⠀ the ⠀ 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑦 ⠀ of a ⠀ 𝓦𝐈͟𝐋͟𝐃 ⠀ horse.
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He’s lifted himself from his feet, walking behind his boyfriend and providing a generous tap to his rear, a kiss planted against his shoulder before he steps into the bathroom. An obvious open invitation for Alex.
It drops down to his feet now, leaving him exposed to the other’s view. He eyes him intently and tilts his head, giving him that cheeky smile. Is this what he wanted?
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Happiest trail in America.
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“i-i don’t know … you?” he scratches the nape of his neck, head slowly tilting to its side.
blinking a few times, tongue caressing his bottom lip. “just.. how come you’re so hard?”
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Sunday date?
So.. who’s watching Spider-Man with him?
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eyes catch his momentarily before staring down. “what?”
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Wolf-whistling. Arms are folded as he leans his body against the bedroom door frame.
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hm … it happens to the best of us, right?
that was a tongue slip, forget it. (😄)
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a-a helping what … ?
well if he ever needs, you know… a helping ho— hand…
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Happiest trail in America.
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Drop your weapon.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Sunday something. ⠀
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Penn finds himself in a haze, arm reaching over to the bedside cabinet for protection and lubricant, the other still clung to Alex’s hand to maintain his balance through the ordeal. It’s not long before he finds himself adjusting to his lover’s size, eyes unable to +
Giving that hand a squeeze, he’s sighing out from the friction, hips stuttering with each roll of pelvis as Penn sets up a rhythm. He follows along, indulging in the other man’s passion, hot breaths expelled past parted brim whenever they join. +
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find a path through the love-filled haze before him, lips sighing out sweet relief with each movement of his hips against Alex’s entirety — desperate to show the physical love he felt for Alex. “God — i-it’s … you’re perfect, Alex.” +
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An increase in speed supersedes their foreheads dipped together, curls interlocked in between soft kisses pressed against his boyfriend. “Does it feel good?” He just about is able to get words across through breathless nonsense and whines that captivate his throat.
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