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phoenixrobles · 2 years

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INTIMACY

•intimacy• [noun]

close familiarity or friendship; closeness

Something of a personal or private nature

It is my belief that on this journey through life the Universe often presents us with an opportunity to redefine beliefs and ideas we maybe once had drawn a very concrete definition for. These ideas must be reconsidered for the purpose of growth and maturation.

Personally, I am never too fixed on an idea, or particular theory as I believe most things are fluid in their ability to be redefined or change. However, like many people, I suffer from the human urge to become complacent within my behavior pertaining to ideas and concepts that suit my current self. As the applied action of intimacy was no longer serving my current self, I was suddenly traversing through yet another existential crisis which was now assisting with a new cycle of growth and maturation it was time for me to adjust to.

Within this generation, we have seemingly managed to take sacred action such as intimacy between two or more people, and trivialize it to only be applied to romantic or sexual intimacy. Doing so neglects the beauty of intimacy required to sustain relationships with our close family and friends. For reasons only a licensed mental health practitioner is qualified to handle, my frustration with the current state of intimacy within my sexual and romantic relationships currently made me cringe from the lack thereof. I often incorporate the help of my spirituality to assist in this processing of emotions when going through an existential crisis of such depth. This time the need to manifest more attention to my personal relationships was requested; I believe I needed to be more appreciative of said relationships and moreover how to be better at sustaining these intimate relationships.

As with most things within my path of growth this request of attentiveness to personal intimacy has been presenting itself to me throughout the month of May. After a period of deep introspection and silent observation, I welcomed the May Day event as a moment to experience the sweetness of closeness within my community.

For quite some time I had been brooding- particularly in response to the betrayal and abuse I had experienced with those with whom I thought were my community members aiming for similar objectives. It had been quite some time since I felt safe and comfortable in the same group that I had shared activism space with. During this time I was realizing I was feeling a similar feeling pertaining to my romantic relationships; again things that a licensed mental health practitioner is certified to handle.

As usual, along with my photojournalism images of the May Day event, I took the opportunity to capture some B-Sides of the day's activities.

•I N T I M A C Y•

I looked around in the circle of people that occupied a corner of the lawn within Maria Hernandez Park, people I had only known for a little over 2 years, and yet many of whom I have shared many close and deeply private moments collectively and individually. It was in that moment that the idea of restructuring this idea of intimacy presented itself; the whole moment within itself was deeply intimate. JP a comrade and fellow photojournalist arrived and the electricity of shared intimacy grew as someone we all loved deeply surprised us after being away for so long. Something in that moment was like a bolt of lightning hitting me as a reminder that I have been surrounded by the intimacy of my community this whole time.

Although the conclusion to this path I'm walking within this shift in the idea of intimacy hasn't yet presented itself. I look into my archives of B-Sides and remember I have been documenting the art of intimacy this whole time.

#intimacy #friendship #closeness #relationships #b sides #b reels #visual storyteller #visual storytelling #photo essay #black artists #writers on tumblr #May Day 2022 #Photojounalist #Street Photographer #Phoenix Robles 2022

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 1 year

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Oct 31st [Felix + Aphrodisiacs]

[9:23] “Buttercup~”

You followed the sound of the pet name into the kitchen where Felix was cutting a tray of brownies. He gave you a quick smile as you entered the room and you drifted over to him, hugging him around the waist and pressing against his back. You watched as he carefully cut them all as evenly as he could before taking two and placing them on a plate.

“Did you add anything special this time?” You hummed to him.

Felix had something of a penchant for potions. Along with his baking he dabbled in alchemy and potion making and every once in a while he mixed the two, seeing if he could add some different effects to his baked goods.

Felix nodded, smiling as you pressed some light kisses to his cheek.

“It should work something like a love potion, it just makes everything feel stronger.” He shifted to glance at you. “It might make us even more mushy and loving than usual.”

You kissed his cheek again. “I think that’s impossible.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see,” He grinned, grabbing a brownie and wiggling around in your arms to face you. You kept him pressed against the counter as he brought the brownie up between your faces. You grinned at him across the treat at him before you both leaned in, taking a bite out of either side.

Still warm from the oven, you let the rich chocolate taste with a hint of something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint melt on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying his delicious baking and humming at the taste. Felix’s free hand found your hip and he gave it a squeeze as you took another bite of the brownie.

“I take it you like it?” You could hear the grin in his voice before you opened your eyes.

“I always like what you make,” you hummed.

Felix squeezed your waist again, smile turning bashful as the tips of his ears tinted red. “Okay, well then do you feel any different?”

You leaned over the brownie to kiss his nose. “Not yet, love.”

Felix frowned at the treat. “Maybe this mix is a dud, then.”

“How about one more bite?” You encouraged.

“You just want more brownie,” he teased.

“Maybe,” you grinned, leaning in and taking another bite. Felix finished off the last of the brownie, kissing you sugary sweetly as he finished his part. When he pulled back he looked at you expectantly, hopefully.

“I’m sorry, love. Nothing yet.”

Felix sighed, expression looking dejected. You cupped his cheeks and kissed his pout until he smiled for you and you rested your nose against his. “Maybe it just takes a while. Let’s go sit down for a while and just see.”

“Sure,” he hummed, unconvinced.

You laced your fingers with his and led him to the couch. As you settled you pulled him close, legs laying across your lap and head resting on your shoulder. You turned on the movie before wrapping your arms around Felix while he cuddled against you, the pout having returned to his lips.

You let a hand travel up to his head, running through his hair soothingly and occasionally leaving a few kisses on his forehead. As the movie played he seemed to pout just a bit less, but he also seemed a bit uncomfortable. He started shifting and squirming in your lap, seemingly trying to find a comfy position.

You shifted your hand to rub his back, hoping it would help him settle and get comfy but you were becoming more aware of your own problem. You were feeling warmer and warmer by the second, so much so you thought you might start sweating. You didn’t want to move Felix off your lap but you were starting to get uncomfortable yourself. Maybe his brownies did have some kind of effects after all.

“You feeling okay, love?” You asked, tapping his back gently. His face was flushed and you wondered if he was feeling warm too. When he looked at you his pupils were blown wide and he had a nervous look on his face. It was cute as always but something about it made you want to absolutely ruin him. The speed at which the idea came to your mind and the accompanying arousal threw you for a loop.

“Y-Yeah?” He mumbled.

You went back to rubbing his back, swallowing down the sudden thoughts. “Okay, good. I think something in your ingredients is making me a little warm, though.”

“Me too,” he said quickly, shifting off your lap. He sat next to you instead, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting against your side. “This will be better.”

“Wanna keep watching the movie?” You asked.

“Yep,” he was answering far too quickly but you had yet to figure out what he was so nervous about all of a sudden. You knew pressing him about it would just lead him to scurry off so you had to be gentle about it if you really wanted to know. You wrapped an arm around him, resting your head on top of his as you watched a little more of the movie.

Your mind refused to settle down now. As you breathed in his warm, comforting scent you found your mind wandering to the way his moans sound just as sweet as his brownies taste. You wanted to hold him, to pull him closer. You settled for slipping your hand under his shirt and drawing small circles against his waist.

Felix started to squirm under your touch and it only made it harder to focus. It only made you think more about how he always grabbed at you or scratched his nails down your back when he was feeling good. Each thought, each memory of a night together that played through your mind was making heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

You gave Felix’s waist another squeeze and he hid his face in your shoulder, letting out what you were sure was a whimper as he shuddered.

“Felix?” You questioned.

“I-I think- u-uh” He swallowed hard. “I-I think maybe the brownies really did something.”

You took a moment to process his behavior and your own feelings. A small “oh” fell off your lips as you reached a conclusion.

“I’m sorry,” he squeaked. “I swear this wasn’t on purpose.”

You chuckled at his nervousness, reaching for his chin and tilting his face up to look at you. “You don’t usually apologize for getting horny, Lix.”

A nervous grin tugged at his lips. “It’s normally on purpose.”

“You sure? Sometimes you get pretty worked up just from watching me do any little thing.”

His cheeks burned red at that and he whined. “Well this was an accident.”

“What are you going to do about your little accident, Lix?”

He bit down on his lip, not meeting your eye for a second before making up his mind. He stretched out his legs from where they had been curled up before swinging one over your lap and straddling. It made sense now why he was all curled up when he pressed his hips against you, fully hard in his sweats. He wanted to keep his problem a secret, though you knew you would have found out sooner or later. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pressing his nose to yours.

“Promise I’ll make you feel good, Buttercup.” He hummed against your lips, already gently grinding down into your lap.

Your hands found his hips, holding them firmly as he moved, whimpers falling from his tongue to yours. Felix pressed against you, arms locked around your neck holding you just as tightly as you held him. His kisses were quickly growing more desperate and needy, moaning as your tongue pressed into his mouth.

Being with Felix was electrifying, it always was. Even his magical abilities aside touching him, him touching you, it always felt phenomenal. But today, it was like every sense was live wire. The brownies were playing a role to be sure, but so was Felix’s desperation. He was always easily needy but something about the effects of his concoction were making him want you in a way that was already nearly overwhelming.

Not that you were complaining.

Felix was tipping his hips even more, resting on his knees on either side of you and leaning into you even more while his hips started to move more roughly. His kisses were getting sloppy as more moans poured from him. But despite his sounds making your own body hotter, making arousal pool in your core, his grinding wasn’t doing much for you. You knew if you let him keep going he’d cum right in his sweats and as cute as that was, you wanted more.

You pressed down hard on Felix’s hips, doing your best to hold him still. His hips stuttered and stopped as he pulled back to look at you and the image of him only made you want him more. His eyes were wide, dark pupils staring back at you with desperation. His lips, puffed out in a pout and even more plush from the desperate kisses. His cheeks were flushed with a cute pink underlying the freckles that dotted his skin.

“W-Why did yo-”

“Weren’t you going to make me feel good, Lix?”

Felix dropped his gaze just a little. Clearly, he had gotten carried away too quickly.

“I-I would have…”

“Are you sure?” You grinned. “You seemed like you would have cum soon if I let you keep going.”

Felix met your eye quickly, shaking his head. “N-No, I wasn’t that clos-ahh” His words fell off into a moan as you pressed the heel of your palm against he bulge in his sweats, noting the wet patch from his clearly leaking cock.

“Not that close?” You questioned.

Felix wouldn’t look at you now, face burning. “Promise I’ll make you feel good,” he mumbled. “E-Even if I cum quick I promise.”

“How about I cash in that promise now?” You grinned. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me, Lix?”

Felix nodded, slipping off your lap and moving onto the floor. He settled his hands in his lap but not touching himself before looking up at you through his lashes sweetly.

“So sweet,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair. Felix leant into your touch, clearly wanting absolutely anything you would give him, even more so than usual. The sight of him waiting patiently for you to tell him what to do could have driven you wild all on its own without him opening his mouth.

“Please hurry, buttercup,” He said, bottom lip pouting again. “Don’t make me wait to taste you. I can’t wait, I can’t take it.”

Even in his desperation he still knew what you wanted to hear. Maybe it was his own neediness to have any contact, and touch, any taste of you. But either way it nearly made you moan with the rush of arousal that shot through you. You made quick work of your own pants, slipping them off along with your panties before spreading your legs for him, working your fingers into his hair. He let out a moan as he took in the sight of your glistening core. His gaze of pure lust flickered up to meet your eye, only your permission holding him back.

“Make me feel good, Lix,” You grinned. “Just like you promised.”

That was all it took for Felix to dive between your legs. Your head fell back quickly in a moan at the sudden, intense sensation as his tongue started lapping through your folds and over your clit. His hands wrapped around your thighs, squeezing the soft skin and pulling you closer to the edge of the couch.

The arousal and desire that had been pooling in your core was finally set alight by the way he moved his tongue, knowing just how fast, just how hard you liked it. Each movement gave you a jolt of pleasure that washed through your senses. Already your felt tension starting in your body while moans poured from your lips.

You were sure you could feel everything so much more than normally. The way his fingers pressed into your skin, the soft tickle of his hair against your thighs as he pressed his face in closely, the motions of his warm, wet tongue against your body. Each moan he let out was like music that only turned you on more, only helped along by the fact that his moan vibrated through your body. The sound of moans mixing with the lewd sounds of him eating you out.

“So sweet,” his words were so muffled against you you nearly missed them but as they registered you felt even more arousal, so much so that you thought you might burst. Your fingers dug into his hair, tightening your hold.

“Tastes sweet, Lix?” Your voice was far more breathy than you thought it would be but by the way it made Felix squirm you were sure he was only getting more turned on.

“Perfect,” He murmured. “Want you always.”

“You want this taste on your tongue every day, Lix?” You hummed.

“Please,” he whined before sucking your clit between his lips.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you moaned, hips grinding up against his face. It only seemed to turn him on more. He did nothing to stop you, chasing you with his tongue instead and growing more messy and needy as he did so.

“Need you to cum,” He mumbled. “Need it on my tongue, please.”

“Keep going, Lix,” You moaned. “Just like that, so good.”

You held his hair, not that you were keeping him anywhere when he wouldn’t break away from your sweet cunt for the world, not when he had the need to taste your sweet release on his tongue. He ate you out with more vigor than he ever had, moaning almost as much as you were from the taste and your hand in his hair and how hard he was, how much he needed release too.

Your eyes screwed shut as the tension in your body nearly reached its breaking point. Your head fell back against the couch and your hips rode his tongue as moans fell from your lips. The way he touched you and moved felt so electrifying. Curses fell from your lips as your thighs trembled, pressing in hard around Felix’s head in a way that only spurred him on more as he sucked and licked at your clit as if his life depended on it.

He sucked hard on your clit, nails dragging down the back of your thighs, and you fell over your edge. You cried out his name as your hips bucked up, completely away from his lips through the force of your orgasm. You felt the warm gush between your legs, hearing Felix’s gasp, and then groan as his grip on your thighs tightened while he brought his tongue to help you ride through the last of your high. As you started to shake, coming down in pure bliss you felt Felix’s tongue dipping into you, greedily lapping up every bit of your release that he could.

“So good,” he moaned. “So sweet, love you so much.”

He lapped at your entrance until you pulled his head back, gazing down at him through heavily lidded, hungry eyes. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed hard.

“Such a good boy, Lix,” You purred. “Come here.”

Felix was quick to climb onto your lap. He locked his arms around you in a desperate kiss. Despite the way your taste on his lips was driving you wild you didn’t let the kiss continue for only, firmly pushing him back and watching him pout.

“It’s your turn, Lix,” You said. “Would you like my hand or my mouth?”

The look of distress Felix gave you bordered on hilarious. His eyes shifted quickly between your lips and your arms as your hands rubbed soothingly along his shoulders. It was almost as if you could see the gears turning in his lust addled brain, unable to make a choice of which was better. Unable to wrap his hand around the seemingly heavenly choice.

“I-I think…” He bit down on his lip.

“Too hard of a choice?” You cooed, watching him blush harder.

“Y-Your mouth is always so good.” He confessed. “B-But I want to kiss you, I want you to talk to me t-too.”

You leaned in to kiss along his neck and he whimpered.

“Th-That makes it h-harder.” He whined.

“The choice or you?” You teased.

“Th-The choice? Me? B-Both.” His voice sounded almost as if it would break and you came up to press your forehead to his, hugging him around his waist to steady him. You knew he must be almost overwhelmed at this point. You kissed his nose sweetly to calm him a little.

“Do you want to be able to hold me?” You asked.

Felix nodded.

“Do you want to be able to kiss me?”

He nodded again.

“Then we’ll do it like this. Can you take off those sweats for me?”

Felix obliged, slipping back off your lap for just enough time to drop his pants and boxers before straddling you again. You only had a moment to admire his cock, hard, red, and leaking as it stood against his stomach before he was pressing it into you, whining. You forced him back a little, just enough space to move your hand freely before wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

His arms held you tightly as he breathed out a moan against your lips. You took it slow, knowing how sensitive he was and that it wouldn’t take very long with how worked up he was. Your hand moved at a steady pace, not too much. Even so, moans were already pouring from Felix’s lips to yours.

His hips rocked up into your hand and you brought your free hand to his hip, making sure he stayed steady and helping him guide his movements as he tried to fuck into your hand.

“You’re doing so well for me, Lix.” You hummed.

“S-So good,” he moaned. You were sure he wouldn’t be able to manage much more of a sentence than that and his sweet moans only made you want to see him come undone that much more.

“My sweet boy,” You hummed. “You’ve been so good for me.”

You tightened your grip just a little and Felix let out a broken cry. His eyes screwed shut and you pulled back to watch him carefully. He tried to hold you close against, squirming and whimpering and you stayed back just a little, keeping your pace steady.

Even so it seemed he was finally getting fully overwhelmed as he whined for you, trying harder to pull you back to him as tears started staining his cheeks. You stilled your movements, coming back to meet him in desperate and needy kisses, wet with salty tears. You rubbed his back soothingly while he whined.

“D-D-Don’t stop.”

“Is it too much, Felix?” You knew he could heard the concern in your voice and it made him duck his face, hiding it in your neck.

“N-Not too much. W-Want you. Wanna c-cum.”

“Lix, look at me.” You coaxed his face out of hiding, meeting his gaze. “Are you okay?”

“S-So good.” He mumbled. “S-So much. N-Need to cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“P-Please, please.” He whimpered, leaning in to press more kisses as a way to beg. You returned them before giving yourself just enough space to talk to him.

“Okay, just a little more until you cum.” You started pumping his cock again, back to the same pressure and speed. “Thank yous” fell from his lips and tears kept falling down his face, not wanting to stop despite how much he was clearly feeling.

“Such a good boy for me,” you murmured sweet praise to him. “Made me feel so good. My perfect Lix.”

His moans grew louder as he started to buck into your hand. You moved just a little faster as you told him just how sweet and perfect he was until he cried out your name, hot cum spilling in thick ropes over your fingers and dripping down to your thighs. Felix rode your hand through his high with a series of the most beautiful sounds he had ever uttered until he was spent, falling against you and crying softly.

You released his cock, cleaning off your hand with a nearby tissue before hugging him tightly and rubbing his back. You pressed kisses to the top of his head and just held him as he slowly calmed down.

When he was only sniffling you gently lifted his face to look at you. Before you could say anything he spoke, voice rough and clearly tired.

“Can we have more of those brownies tomorrow?”

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