thingpuncher: (mask) (a contemplative milisecond.)
m. ([personal profile] thingpuncher) wrote2014-06-27 01:46 pm
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OPEN / OVERFLOW.

ill put a graphic here when i fuckin feel like it.
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livingpopsicle: (iceman)

[personal profile] livingpopsicle 2020-05-09 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[In response, Bobby leans forward, shifting so that he can help tug Midnighter's pants off. He takes Midnighter's cock in his hand, with a firm grip, stroking it, his thumb teasing the tip, as he presses a hungry kiss to his mouth, playfully tugging on the man's lower lip when he pulls back.]

Take me.
thingpuncher: face. (beatific.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2020-05-09 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Midnighter isn't nearly as miserly with his groans and gasps, happy to let Bobby know just how much he's enjoying every second of this. Hand on Bobby's hip, he nudges Bobby a bit, asking a question-] On your back or what? Anything for you, babe.
livingpopsicle: (explain)

[personal profile] livingpopsicle 2020-05-12 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Bobby's well aware that Midnighter's generally not the most talkative guy, but the fact that he's so vocal about this is something that Bobby likes, and appreciates. Bobby might be vocal in other ways, but at least here he knows precisely how Midnighter feels. One last stroke and then Bobby presses another kiss to Midnighter's lips, shifting into his preferred position then.]

On my back. I want to be able to look at you.
thingpuncher: (face) (kissu.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2020-05-15 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[So Midnighter leans forward, grin predatory. He isn't feeling predatory, it's just the way his face was designed. At the moment, he's elated and nervous and full of adoration. He's being let into a warm embrace, and the intimacy surrounds him as well as the hypothetical pleasure. Ironically, it feels like being let in from the cold.]

[He reaches between Bobby's thighs, and begins to massage him open once more, slow and steady.] Good. Like seeing your pretty face. [His expression is still predatory, but he means it to be warm, before the kiss.]
livingpopsicle: (smile)

[personal profile] livingpopsicle 2020-05-16 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[This time, Bobby isn't quite so miserly with his sounds of pleasure. The way Midnighter looks at him, like he's some pleasurable prey that Midnighter's about to feast on, is thrilling, and he wants to make sure that Midnighter knows it.]
thingpuncher: face. (grindr here we come.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2020-05-16 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[And that's not something to sniff at. Midnighter leans in, teeth scraping at Bobby's shoulder, as he works him up. He adds another finger to move inside Bobby, and finds his voice even gruffer than usual-] You look so fucking good, babe.
livingpopsicle: (explain)

[personal profile] livingpopsicle 2020-05-16 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[For someone usually so guarded, Bobby is quick to give Midnighter easy access to himself - all of himself. Bobby tilts his head away from Midnighter, giving the man space to scrape at his shoulder. His moans are feverish as he feels himself opening up for Midnighter, and he moves against Midnighter's firm, fingers, lifting his hips up. He smiles at the compliment, and it's possible his cheeks flush an even darker shade than they had been moments ago. Compliments - he's not used to them.]

God your fingers are - [- are what? Magic? Amazing? Talented? Even in the moment, it all sounds so hokey and juvenile, and he doesn't want to sound hokey or juvenile. He breathes out again, a moaning whimper, and the look he gives Midnighter says it better than his words ever could. There's few things he's enjoyed more than this.]
thingpuncher: (face) (ok but digimon were the superior mon.)

[personal profile] thingpuncher 2020-05-20 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Midnighter hums, desire really beginning to pin him down. His breathing becomes a little more shallow, the image of Bobby before him getting to his head. Or his cock. Whatever.]

[Desperate for more, more of those reactions, more images to commit to memory, Midnighter curls his fingers within Bobby, trying to find the spot that will really make him sing.] Tell me when you're ready, babe.
livingpopsicle: (Default)

[personal profile] livingpopsicle 2020-05-22 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bobby moans out another string of fervent curses as he feels Midnighter inside of him, finding that spot. It should be illegal, how good he is with his hands. He raises his hips a little higher in response to the question, offering himself up to Midnighter.]

I'm - I'm ready for you.
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