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"Come now, Lavellen. Is this truly the best you can muster?" Training with the other typically went in the Inquisitors favour, the magics he wove more than capable of stalling the warrior before he could get this close. Thankfully, he'd started getting a better read on the timing of them, and once he'd finally closed the distance? Pinning Lavellen down had been easier. Much easier. As he spoke, his mouth continued it's exploration, tongue dragging from just below his chest, up to his neck for a moment. Taste of the other's exertion adn struggle on his tongue. "Are you ready to give up?"
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𝚄𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂
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⤞ ELIAS KACAVAS GIF PACK
By clicking THE SOURCE LINK BELOW you will be redirected to a page containing 101 268x150 gifs of ELIAS KACAVAS as Greg Mantzoukas in PRETTY LITTLE LIARS: ORIGINAL SIN season 1 for roleplaying purposes. They were made from scratch by me so please like and/or reblog this post if using, or give any form of credit. Enjoy!!
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Matthew Daddario as Alec Lightwood
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For @courtesons from here
It had been killing him, watching Leo flirt his way through businessman after businesman. Teasing them along like he was some kind of prize for them to claim. Time and again, he'd had to watch the display, all while stuck passing under the radar. So, when the opportunity presented itself? He figured it was time to take matters in to his own hands. Waiting for the other to divert of, and soon getting those wrists restrainted.
"I mean, it could do, but I feel like staying puts a little more entertaining for the both of us, don't you?" A grin crossed Trent's lips after a moment, before using those restrained wrists to tug Leo down to his level and catch those lips.
#;the techy#trent;leo#courtesons#[Running with the idea of like]#[Coworker/employee of the dad who gets dragged along to several business events because he can provide info as well]
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Just hold him down by the throat and jerk him off, it'll fix him I promise
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How was he meant to do anyting besides continue giving the other attention when he kept looking at him like that. Such bright, vulnerable eyes turned on him, practically pleading with just a look for more from him? It's what had gotten the other in this position in the first place, a few looks exchanged, and then a few quiet touches to start getting him worked up, and then this. The other sprawled against his chest, sweat slick skin glistening in what little light was coming through.
"Maybe that's the point, hm? Completely ruining you for everybody else that wants you like this." Lips chased against skin and hair, easy affection offered as his fist began to work a little faster against the other's cum slicked length. The way the other squirmed and shifted in his lap so perfectly from the attention just added on to what Trent wanted to do to him. Hand sliding up, sweat and cum dragged across Nick's chest, until he was squeezing the opposite pec now. Head leaning in to plunder the other's mouth as he moaned.
All of this attention was enough to keep the boy a willing toy for the other. His rather toned physique was burning up against the other's. His eyes kept roaming from the hand wrapped nice and tight around his cock back up to the gorgeous jock holding him in place. Who knew meeting this man would send him on a journey of torturous pleasure? It was an addicting feeling to behold, to feel. It had him crave every little move.
"N-no.." Breathless, needy words flew from his lips as his tongue snacked out to wet them. A red, flushed look covered his pale, freckled face as he looked up to him. Nick swallowed hard as he felt the other's rhythm find a steady pace to toy with his sensitive cock. Fuck, his cock, his body, it was all so sensitive. Moving his hands over to brace himself on either of the legs around him, the digits held on tightly as he felt wave after wave hit him. His wettened nipple was being touched ever so sweetly, making his slightly beefy pec dance in delight.
He looked like a blushing fool as he heard the man's desire to practically milk him dry. "You're going to have me fucked up.." An almost innocent laugh sang in with the moans as he began rubbing at the other's legs. Eyes closed as his head tilted sending damp, ginger hair falling onto his forehead. Those filthy, sweet lips felt like magic against his skin. "Fuck, I'm glad you brought me home..." Another round of words seeped out as his body twisted a bit from the stimulation. "Don't ever stop.."
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"Well that's definitely good to know. Wasn't too unhappy in woodshop myself, although still nothing compared to me in the computer lab. Pretty sure I started teaching the teachers things before I finished high school, but it was what I liked so." He filed the information away in his head, that the other was better when he had his hands busy. The fondness that came over Buck's features as he recalled the past was enough to get his own lips growing a little wider, and even more when those drumming fingers once more found their rhythm against his palm. Success.
Now that was a reaction. It took a moment, to register the look that came across the other's face. As much as he wanted to comment, or to question it, he figured it was better to go along with the other's quick attempt to mask his own reaction. Maybe. Okay he was absolutely goingt o need to say it again, just to confirm the response, right?
"Hm, guess we'll have to find out, won't we? Because I'm not sure if your sticker collection includes a bunch of little rockets and spaceships." Yeah, he'd bought them for his nephew whenever he had to tutor. No, he wasn't going to be judged for it. "So, good boy, stickers, maybe you learn a thing or two?"
"That would be your best bet, definitely." Buck nodded, his head bobbing a few more times than necessary. "I was a whizz at wood shop in high school and at the more physical courses in the fire academy..." Just mentioning it brought back found memories of teachers and instructors who actually understood him. Buck eyes widened slightly at the palm slipping under his drumming fingers and he momentarily froze, before he swallowed heavily, and let his fingers continue. The pads of his fingertips now drawing idle little patterns over Trent's palm as they talked.
Of course, he doesn't count on his brain short-circuiting with Trent's next teasing words. His lips slightly parted and jaw slack with words that won't come to him while his cheeks only grew hotter. It took him a moment to find his voice and he grabbed his smoothie to drink and give himself a second longer.
"How big of a sticker are we talking? Is the size relative to how good of a job I do?" Buck asked, instead of indulging the thoughts swirling around 'good boy' like a dog chasing a bone. Eager to do anything to hear it again. "I got a pretty big sticker collection already."
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'What time did your brain suddenly get in gear?'
...1am.
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"Can't say I do, either. Guess that's part of why I'm here myself, chance to indulge." His tone remained light hearted, the other's approach enough to coax a wide grin across his lips. The fact the other man's eyes couldn't help but keep wandering down to where his fist continued to lazily work himself base to tip was also a pleasant surprise. He chuckled a little at the other's words, and nodded when the other finished. "Well, if nothing else, glad you seem to have found something to keep you entertained." A brief hiss as Blake's hand reached down to join his own, and making no move to stop him. Instead, he shifted his grip a little, waiting for the other's next downstoke to lock their fingers together and guiding his pace to how he liked it. "No, I didn't, did I? How about you, hm? Want a hand?" The one not currently guiding Blake's reached down to press at the front of the other's pants, trying to gauge for a response.
"Well I mean, sure man. It's not often someone just kinda whips out a big dick like that in a place like this." He said, looking around at the abandoned building before landing his gaze back on the blond down the hall. He walked closer nice and slow, eyes alternating between face and cock as the other never quite stopped stroking himself. It was impressive, mostly because the guy had a body that went nicely with a big fattie like that. "I mean, I was bored, and I wanted to know if there was something cool in here. I was kind of right though: there was something cool in here." He smiled, moving to stand in front of the other with one hand coming out to grab Alexi's length and start stroking with him. "You didn't say you didn't need a hand."
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"Guess that means I should probably help you out of here, huh?" Declan's voice remained relaxed, a light edge of teasing, but not going as far as malicious. Mostly, he just... Liked the idea of playing with Holden like this. Public enough to provide an extra spark, as his fingers continued their slow exploration of his friends body. When the other's gaze moved to meet his own, he caught sight of the flush spreading across the other's cheeks, and instead of helping? He just leaned in to the tangle of fabric to catch the other's lips with his own, and his hand fell to playful fondle his balls.
Holden was pretty sure nobody had ever really seen him this exposed before, and especially not Declan, yet for some reason he didn't seem to mind as the other moved closer and idly brushed his palm up and down his stomach. "I might be able to get myself out of here...but it wouldn't be very graceful" he laughed as he looked out at Declan's face and felt his cheeks go a little pink. He might have been the one packing, Holden was more naturally a follower, submissive to doing as he was told by more confident types and he couldn't help but remain standing there as if waiting for Declan to give him permission to do something, not even sure what he wanted to do.
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Nicholas could at least tell that the other was just placating him int he moment, but that was all part of the game. The back and forth that had kept him on his toes in the best way. Slava always tended to give just as good as he took, which made the thrill of adventure even better in his eyes. Eyes which moved to meet those twinkling reflections of the sky, and yeah. He was well and truly ruined the minute the other drew him in to a kiss. Body leaning a little more forward in to the other now that his face had been drawn away from that frankly criminal chest. Meeting the other's lips, indulging the moment. Letting himself enjoy it.
"You can believe whatever you want." Slava said in his most placating voice which clearly showed he didn't believe a damn word Nicholas was saying but he wasn't going to push him on it. Especially not when the rogue was actually allowing him in this much. With a large hand, Slava tipped Nicholas' chin up so he could look him in the eye, his own blue ones twinkling with a light that would only ever be there when he looked at Nicholas. "Us sounds like a very good thing, at least in my book." Slava said softly before leaning down and kissing Nicholas lightly.
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A soft snort escaped against the other's armor at the retort, the action just leading to a breathe of Slava. Had he ever been this close to the ot- Well he'd definitely tried picking his pockets several times over but typically decided better of it. "Still sounds like you're making it up." Dismissing it like he absolutely hadn't seen it before, just... Done what he could to pretend otherwise. "But... Yeah. I tink I... Us." Oh, great, now he was stumbling over his words. Least the other couldn't see his face like this.
With Slava being as tall as he was, most people were about chest height with him but he certainly didn't mind holding onto Nicholas. "I've always been charming." the paladin joked back, able to hear the amusement in the rogue's voice. "You just haven't been willing to see it." That was true in a variety of ways but Slava was hopeful that perhaps this could at least be a beginning of the great wall of Nicholas starting to buckle, at least a little bit so he could work his way behind said wall.
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So many urges were growing more and more apparent for Leon in the moment. So many wants, and needs, to explore the otehr, what he liked. It was all consuming, and that was at least part of why he'd needed to establish the space, ans top them before they went too far rigt here.
Which, apparently, the other had caught on to as well given the suggestions. There was no helping the smile that broke across his own lips, reaching a hand up to once more secure the other's neck. To offer a reassuring squeeze given the other's current position of pratically riding his leg.
"Going back to your place sounds like a fantasic idea, Whit. Even better hearing you wanna show off for me."
There was nothing like the taste of Leon on his tongue. Nothing. He knew he'd fight to keep it on his for as long as he could but soon that moment was broken by the failure in human design, needing oxygen.
His chest rose and fell quickly, eyes threatening to close again. "You really think so?" He asked, trying to sound as super cool as possible and failing at making himself sound like anything other than a mess of neediness. A gasp pushed out, ending in a soft groan as his ass was squeezed. Out of sheer animalistic reaction he thrust against that leg between his own. "Fuck....we...we could go back to my apartment?" His hands came around to plant on and knead Leon's chest. "Only like...if you want to though." He quickly tacked on. "I could...I could even take off my shirt there and you could um...see my not having shirt." He shook his head. "Sorry...sorry just...that was...a kiss..."
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He wasn't used to being given space to think. He worked so much better under high pressure situations that when it wasn't? He was left considering how best to handle it in different ways. How he could save face, how he could slip away, how he cou- Most of is thoughts found themselves coming to a painful stand still once Slava closed the distance between them. Face almost unconsciously shifting forward, until it was pressing in against the taller man's chest. Not that he ever really had an angle where this wasn't the point of contact, but still. "Since when did you get so damn charming?" A low murmur, amusement tinging his words, but relaxing his shoulders a little in the other's hold.
Slava didn't try to butt in, simply let Nicholas speak. He had been so focused on his mission to find his brother and sister and now that he had and they were safely on their way home, he had found he didn't want to return to the farm and Nicholas was a large part of that. He had been patient, able to wait and now he was seeing the fruits of that coming to pass. "It can go very wrong sometimes." Slava acknowledged as he stepped in closer to Nicholas. It was always a risk, allowing someone past your defenses. Slowly, he wrapped both beefy arms around the rogue, drawing him in close. "But if you gave me that chance? I would treat it like the honor that it is."
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ROBBIE AMELL
FLOAT (dir. Sherren Lee, 2024)
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