@jesseprkr

@jesseprkr

Dom being a child + Matt not having it

Bonus: Dom being an actual five year old

jesseprkr:

Beckett’s tone alone was evidence enough that he wasn’t as alright as he was pretending to be. It was the anniversary of Jesse’s mother-in-law’s death, and he’d already planned a day of distractions and things he knew his husband loved to do. Still, Beckett had been pretty much glued to his phone at the bar, and Jesse was becoming increasingly worried. He set his glass down on the bar and turned to face his husband, his eyebrows furrowed. “You want to know something?” He asked gently, reaching out a hand to lift Beck’s chin so that they were forced to make eye contact. “I love you. If you want to go curl up in bed all day, we can do that. But I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy what I’ve planned out a lot more.”

Beckett raised his hand, waving down the bartender and motioned to his empty glass. The bartender filled another pint and set it down just as Jesse’s hand met his cheek. Beck looked over and... well. Jesse remembered. He didn’t say as much, but Beckett knew what he meant. What his reassurances meant. Beck was back, as though he’d just gotten the news yesterday, his gut churning with the memories he’d sooner bury than relive. “I trust you,” he said, though he felt weak. “What did you have in mind?” His voice lacked luster, his blood felt chilled.

adriadawson:

Adria’s gaze skimmed the length of his abs to where his shorts began, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. “I’ve been in the shade so it hasn’t been to bad. But I wouldn’t be too opposed to loosing a few layers…with the right motivation.”

Beckett watched her expression; yeah, she wanted what he wanted. She was beautiful; lithe and dark and erotic in her very expressions, and he was growing as vehemently hungry for her as she hopefully could be for him. “Name it, love. I’ll make you weak.”

celeste-reyes:

“Is that your subtle way of asking me to take my clothes off?” 

“I honestly didn’t think it was all that subtle, but thanks for having faith in me.”

The time when my husband came to set.

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taste-the-king:

“Or, we could not and say we did. But Im just spitballin here”

“Not into men. I can take the hint.” Beck grinned, nonetheless. “I’m not a total monster.”

lilithxfoster:

Eyeing the attractive man up and down, Lil laughed at his comment. “Well, I can see you’ve already done the work on yourself. Ask me again in that accent and I might not be able to resist following suit,’ she teased.

“Don’t tempt me if you aren’t going to follow through,” Beckett teased. The woman was petite. Adorable. And yet she seemed so sure of herself that Beck couldn’t help but wet his lips. “Right now, I’d give just about anything to see what you look like beneath those clothes.”

jesseprkr:

This was slowly becoming one of the best fucks they’d ever had, and Jesse couldn’t help but fall in love with his husband all over again. Always so eager, so willing to comply. They were both dominant in nature, but fully succumbing to Beck’s mercy had become one of his favorite new pass times in the bedroom. As he sat there being fucked senseless, he couldn’t even form words; he just moaned and hissed with each deliciously painful thrust, his knuckles going white at how tight of a grip he had on the sheets underneath him. He resumed stroking himself at a reasonable pace, orgasm already building inside him once again.

Beckett thrust fast, hard. He adored every slap of skin, every tightening of Jesse’s body, every hiss and moan that fell through his husband’s wanton lips. Yes... he could get used to this. His speed picked up, his grunts a regular staccato, and he could feel his balls tighten. He wanted to last longer, to draw it out, but he couldn’t, if he kept up this pace. He wrenched Jesse’s head back, neck baring, and he hissed, “Stroke faster...” Beckett needed his husband to be exactly where he was. His spare hand ran over his face, clear it of sweat, before he gripped Jesse’s hip, keeping it as close against him as possible. “Fucking... shit. I’m gonna cum...” Nails dug in, cock twitching, and with a groan and a hard thrust, he emptied inside of Jesse, his entire body shivering with a rush of relief.

“I guess you could say that.” Beckett’s voice was uncharacteristically absent, eyes averted, as he thumbed through his phone. Distract. Be okay. You’re okay. He’d been sent a script to read over; that was good. Involved a car flip and a 100 meter dive onto an inflated crash mat. Didn’t take his mind off of the inevitable, but a minor self-pep talk was all he needed. Right? “You know me. Don’t really... eat sugar.”

     “this place is.. interesting.” small talk was not his strong suit, but at least he was TRYING. “the, uh.. desserts are good.” god, even he was cringing at his poor attempt at meeting people.

“Hey. Do an impression of each other.”

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alysssafyi:

“Was that an offer?” The blonde teased. “Because it’s very tempting.” 

“Why stop there?” he asked, pleased that it had gone over so well. “Bring your spouse. We’ll make it a party.”

alysssafyi:

“Well, give me an example?”

“Like...” Beck considered, thoughtfully, “you coming back with me and letting my husband and me have our ways with you.”

brcoklyn:

“Well, I’ll gladly oblige to that, especially after that comment.” Brooklyn said with a slight smirk. “Because I’m a sucker for compliments.” she said as she slid her shirt off, grateful that she decided to go without a bra for the day, raising her eyebrow at the male as she waited for him to do the same before she made any move to slip her pants off.

“I’m a sucker for a face like yours,” Beckett responded, wetting his lower lip in appreciation as she slid off her shirt. “Fucking hell, look at you.” He easily thumbed the tie on his swim trunks, loosening, and held them up briefly with the digits. “You sure you want it?” he teased.

jesseprkr:

The moment he felt his husband’s member pressing against him, he scooted back against it, desperately needing more. “I.. I want it hard and fast. I want to feel you all week.” He arched his back, seeking some kind of extra friction. “Fuck me until you cum inside me.”

Well, Beckett would be damned if he didn’t give Jesse exactly what he wanted. He grabbed Jesse’s wrist to move it, his own fingers moving to grip Jesse’s hips. He squeezed almost hard enough to bruise and with one firm, hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside of his husband completely. Giving no time to adjust, he pulled back and then plunged back inside, hard enough that he could hear the crack of his hips and thighs against his husband’s skin. He set a blistering pace, and when their bodies moved from the friction and sheer weight of his thrusts, Beck reached down for a fistful of Jesse’s hair and he pulled, hard, keeping his husband in one place. He was relentless, lips open, sweat already forming on his forehead and chest, grunting with each reckless push.

macyturner:

“Well, I suppose you’re forgiven,” she replied coyly, feeling her cheeks heat with a faint blush as his lips ghosted over her hand. They only grew a shade darker at his compliment; she easily swooned when it came to sweet talking. “Well then I might have to reciprocate that, you charmer.”

That was Beck: a charmer. He fancied himself that, and he was always slightly thrilled when others noticed. It wasn’t that he was dishonest... he just liked seeing the fruits of his proverbial labors pay off. Besides... did it count as flattery if it was actually true? “So tell me, you beautiful thing, what’s a fantasy I can give you that no one else has?”

omlhattie:

“You should participate, it’s only fair.” Her eyes followed his hands to his swim trunks. She watched him carefully and drank him in all in. She felt herself getting wetter between her legs by the sight of him. Her eyes went back up to his, her smirk growing as she moved closer to him. “I really won’t mind getting fucked by the pool,” she murmured gently. There wasn’t anyone around, and even if there was, she wouldn’t mind if they watched the two. Her hands rested against his chest and started trailing down.

“Wouldn’t mind and into it are two different things,” Beck said, though he did lean into the touch of her fingers. “I might try to charm my way into things, but I’m most interested in full consent, so... let me know if you’d like some place a little more private.” Beckett’s fingers trailed along the woman’s hair, pushing it away from her shoulder to bare it, his lips coming down to kiss it. His lips found her ear, into which he murmured, “I’m going to shag the hell out of you either way.”