random loose threads

[driftsintobuffetline]

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2016
January 29 - Returning from Submarining
February 13 - What are you thoughts on MARRIAGE?
February 16 - Day 1, Soviet Occupied Import Cities
March 12 - They were supposed to talk about Miles and Greg, but talked about themselves instead
April 14th - Kinks, Tatts, and Power Suppression
June - Admiring the Ring
July 27 - Hermann's New Car
After the Kaiju Test - Need a New Apartment

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[mathemagier]

His back straightened as Newton's fingers slipped beneath his underwear. He'd never considered the idea of being someone's toy appealing, but this scenario was certainly challenging that.

He peered around the rooms as they passed through them, trying to feign interest in them and not the outline of Newton's cock against his leather pants.

"Anytime you want me Mr. Geiszler, I'm yours."

[driftsintobuffetline]

"Call me Newt." Anytime. Yours. Hermann was destroying his resolve.

They stopped in front of windows overlooking their pool and backyard. He set down the bottle of syrup on a nearby table. The view was breathtaking, but Newt wasn't looking at their property--though what he was seeing was certainly his.

"When it warms up, Hermann, you should go for a swim," he said, coming up behind him to push Hermann's underwear down. The garment fell to the floor, discarded as it should be, and then, hand low on Hermann's stomach, Newt pulled him back flush against his chest. From this angle, he could just just tip his head up and murmur low between them. "I throw the best pool parties. We all get smashed and have an orgy."

Newt raked his nails through the patch of hair between Hermann's legs, slow and possessive, pinning him back against him. Working his other hand between them, his fingers found the end of the plug and gave it a slow, teasing twist.

"I think that'd be fun, don't you?" The plug was slick and pulled halfway out with marginal ease. "Booze, drugs, lots of hot, naked people having raunchy, loud sex all over the house." He rocked the plug back in. "You could sit in my lap and watch."

[mathemagier]

He shivered, the cool air from the windows at contrast with the heat of Newton's body at his back. An orgy- of course, Newton would never forget about that.

His head tipped back, grasping at Newton's arm and only half-listening through the fingers glancing over his erection. The plug stretched him pulling out, and then again as Newton pushed it back in, startling a choked moan from his throat as it went.

"Yes," he gasped, back arching and imagination running wild. Riding Newton's cock while other people rutted around them, some simply content to watch.. Yes, this groupie would be perfectly happy with that.

He pushed back against Newton, desperate for more. "Please, I want to feel you."

[driftsintobuffetline]

Oh... The feedback on his fantasy was too much. He pushed Hermann against the cool pane of glass and released him to fumble with the buttons on his fly.

"I want people to see you as mine," he said, drawing out his cock with a few strokes, hips rocking against Hermann's ass. "You ARE mine, my name is on your skin, and I want to show you off." He thrust the plug in and out a few times, reassuring himself of Hermann's preparations before withdrawing it without discarding it. "I'd fuck you on stage if you'd let me. I'd fuck you so everyone could see."

Probably trying to have sex with Hermann against a window was a bad idea, however, both for the sake of the window and for the sake of safety (and Hermann's leg). Newt reconsidered it even as the head of his cock pressed at the tight ring of muscle--but he hitched Hermann's hips back against him anyway and pushed deep into his ready, eager body with a low groan.

Everyone will see how much I want you when I say 'I do.'

He imagined the window was instead the edge of a stage: his failed college band, the Black Velvet Rabbits, as a success and, horny from his latest concert, flying high on excitement, he couldn't keep his hands off Hermann. Tongue down his throat in a searing, vulgar kiss, hands under his clothes...stripping Hermann, grinding into him, desperate for him.

Newt pulled out of Hermann after a few thrusts, breathing hard against his skin. The glass was not going to hold up to the pounding he had in mind. He needed an alternative.

[mathemagier]

With his weight braced against the window and his cane, the position itself was difficult to maintain. But protests were far from his mind when Newton's dick pressed in deep, fulfilling the desperate ache the plug hadn't been able to touch. He shuddered through the shared vision, imagined being so thoroughly possessed that Newton could have his way with him at any given time without protest, and keened when it all stopped.

Hermann staggered back from the window, then turned and devoured Newton's mouth for all he was worth. Clothes- bloody hell, Newton was still fully dressed while he was standing here naked, and his already swollen cock felt ready to burst. He was so painfully hard that he'd just as soon drag them both down to the floor to finish if only his knees could take the abuse, and so he tore himself from Newton to glance around for something to aid them.

The nearby table abruptly disappeared from underneath the bottle of syrup they'd forgotten to bother with, and reappeared positioned in front of the window. Hermann dropped his cane and braced his forearms against the surface, bent over in an obvious invitation. His entire lower body positively throbbed with unfulfilled need.

"Yes, on stage," he rejoined like they'd never stopped. "Hundreds of jealous eyes watching, wishing they were the ones being ravaged like this."