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[teetheyes]

All right, listen.

If they were really mine, would I advocate violence against the little bastards?

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//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[kiss, and wraps his arms around Cori's neck]

I love it when you call me baby.

[kiss]

I love it when you turn me over.

[kiss]

I want you in me. Please.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Kiss.]

You want me in you, baby?

[Arms under and scoop!]

Tell the thing and his gourd to hide.

[Marching upstairs.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

He's in the music room.

[arms around his neck]

I love it when you carry me.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I love to carry you. It's a pretty sweet deal.

[Bumping the music room door shut on his way to the bedroom. Shutting this door and locking it too! Then setting Blue on the bed.]

Do you still want me to tie you up?

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I want you to do what you want.

I want you to get what you want from me, tonight.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Tipping his chin for a sweet warm kiss.]

You know the safe word.

I want you to take your clothes off.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Hands to his belly, and his shirt goes off. He sets it aside, then slips his Vans off, and undoes his top button, then unzips. He slips his jeans down and off, then his boxers.]

Like that?

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Like that.

[Lick to his lips, then to the closet!]

Sit on the bed.

[Belts will have to do till they invest in poly rope. Back to the bed.]

Turn over.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[sits on the bed, then turns over]

Yes, sir.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Dragging the metal buckle from the top of his rear and up his spine.]

Give me your wrists.

[Leather already wrapping around one, then the other to make loops.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Nnnn....

[arching into that touch, leaning forward]

Yes, sir.

[puts his wrists behind his back for Cori]

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Buckling him tight enough to feel it, though he's well aware Blue can break out of the knot if he really wants to. And he kisses him between the shoulder blades while undressing.]

You look good like this.

[There's another belt! Buckling his ankles together.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[his stomach is strong enough that he can hold himself leaning forward]

Do I? You're probably not the only person to think that.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Are you trying to make me jealous?

[Pinch to his rear.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't get jealous.

[twitch!]

You would show me off.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Thoughtful, then he's moving a pillow under Blue's shoulders for a little comfort.]

You know me too well.

[Lube out. He's stroking himself.]

I can't promise you hours of this, but I think you'll like what you get.

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[relaxes his shoulders and settles]

Just a little.

Hurry, please!

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Getting just a little lube on Blue too before he firmly grasps his hips and pushes in.]

Better?

[All the way in.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Grunts]

Yes, better, sir.

[Pushes back against him]

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Roughly counter pushing.]

You're pretty tight... like this, baby.

[His hand creeps around... for belt #3! He folds the leather.]

Can you handle more?

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Y-yes.

I can...handle more.

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Holding onto the knot at his wrists for leverage, then he whips the folded leather against the side of his rear. Not too hard, yet.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Cries out, sharply]

Cori!

[Hiss, but a good one. He moves back against him]

//hands on his hips//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Did Cori just giggle?? No, but he is giddy, and hisses from the clench.]

Oh fuck.

[He manages to keep up with thrusting, whipping Blue when he's pulling.]

//hands on his hips//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He's clenching with every hit of the strap, and crying out]

Coricoricoricori!

[Groans]