neck kissing

Too sensitive, too much, just enough. “Cry for me.” ----------------- Or Alastor lets Vox use hypnosis on him, and it works out better than he could've expected. Inspired by Princeliest's story, "Channel 666, Now Showing: Trust Us With YOUR Sex Life!"

“You try for eloquence when your hot as fuck boyfriend trots on in and doesn’t feel the need to warn you about his new accessory,” Alex argues, pulling their bodies back flush. “Like … oh my god, baby, I can’t deal with you. What the fuck. You look obscene. Did it hurt?” “It stung a bit,” Henry admitted, watching in amusement as Alex’s eyebrows knit together in concern. “Baby,” Alex clucks his tongue and gently guides Henry’s face down to his lips. Henry flushes as he kisses the curve of his ear, his earlobe and then his cheek with an exaggerated smack of his lips. --------- OR after a drunken night with Pez, Henry gets his ear repierced. Alex has a lot of feelings about it.

Riki and Sunghoon have always felt this underlying tension between them, one that they’ve never given much though to. A night preparing for their comeback in the practice room leads to something far more which somehow creates more problems than it solves. Can they figure things out? Or are they going to be pulled apart?

Im horny and want to write alot ALSO I MIGHT WRITE RANDOM ANGSTY SHIT? I DONT RLLY LIKE ANGST

Satoru emerges from the water, now on the other side of the onsen and directly in front of Suguru. His white hair flattened with dripping locks hanging around his face as he looks up at Suguru from the water. He floats forward, moves to sit to Suguru’s left, so much closer than Suguru was mentally prepared for. Suguru cannot think about anything other than the fact that they are both naked, silently both thanking and cursing the haze of the water which obscures anything that could otherwise be seen. Satoru’s hand begins to trail up Suguru’s left arm that is perched on the backrest he sits against. Suguru stares at the hand as it glides up, up, up, cups his bicep then rubs circles around his shoulder. “What are you doing,” Suguru whispers, can’t stop himself. Satoru isn’t deterred, stares intently at where his hand meets Suguru’s skin. “You’re so tense, Suguru,” Satoru whispers back, leaning into Suguru as his hand starts to massage his trapezius muscle, “relax for me."