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[teetheyes]

Nice party. Still a lot of asskissing with no stripper in sight. Who knew those guys had it in them.

Private to the Bluebird

Don't stand me up, hotshot.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Don't make me gag you.

[Returning with the lube, leaning over to lick his stomach again.]

I've always wanted to fuck a member of the band.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You'd like that.

[slides up to watch]

Here you are.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Like magic.

[A gentle kiss to the patched up wound, then he's turning Blue over.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[turns over quietly]

Prop me up, it pulls if I settle on my stomach.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Tugging at Blue's hips to get him on his knees. He has a better idea for his hands, guiding them to the top of the headboard.]

Better?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[nods]

Much.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Good. I'm always looking out for number one.

[These days, No. 1 is Blue. He lifts his shirt and jacket up to kiss Blue's lower back while undoing his pants.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[relaxes into the position]

Feels nice...

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I know you do.

[Smirk, and he grips between Blue's thighs once the pants are off his hips.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[squirm]

Cori...wait a second.

[readjusts his hands]

Okay, there.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I asked if you were okay.

[Another kiss to his back, gentle grip this time.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I am. It's just sometimes it pulls a little funny.

I'm okay now. I promise. Don't make me wait anymore, please?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I don't want to hurt you.

[Brushing his cheek along his bare rear. He's unzipping his jeans anyway, getting the lube on his fingers.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't do it on purpose.

That's what matters.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You're too kind, Blue.

[Sliding his fingers into him.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No. I'm just aah honest.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Scissoring, needing to take precautions to compensate the wounded.]

Are you? Tell me what you want me to do to you.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Nnn I want you to...

I want...I want your cock in me, please.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That's no lie, right?

[Thumb rubbing against the spot behind his balls, fingers sliding out.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No!

Just..will you? Please?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Enjoys the teasing, even delivering a nip to his ass briefly.]

Yeah yeah.

[Lubing up. Then he poises his hardened cock for entry, pushing into Blue in one slow and firm action.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[holds onto the headboard and manages not to move too much]

Nnn......yes...

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hand wipe on his jeans, then placing both on Blue's shoulders to guide himself balls deep.]

Fucking... tight.... as usual.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[rocks back and a whimper]

Is that...a...problem?

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Not at all.

[Settling into a rhythm, sacrificing speed for depth to not aggravate Blue's wound.]