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thisclockworkheart) wrote2023-12-20 11:30 am
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6♥ [SIX of HEARTS]
UN: pinocchio
AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ TEXT ✧ ACTION
20 / male / unknown / 6♥
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The strong and silent type who doesn't like to brag! Or say much of anything. I'm sure this delicious snack has lots to say once you break through his dashingly wooden and icy exterior!
He says he's a stalker -- not that we judge, honey! We all have our vices!
Small correction, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. A Stalker is a vocation, something about mercenary work.
This cherry boy is single and ready to mingle!
He plays the piano and says he's good with a sword. He even expressed interest in finding a few like-minded sparring partners! You know that that means, he's great with his hands and one of them is! Metal! A! F!
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NO ANSWER GIVEN
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
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.03 SHOWER OR BATH
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.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
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.05 TITS OR ASS
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.06 COFFEE OR TEA
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.07 SPICY OR SWEET
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.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
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.09 LEATHER OR LACE
AN ANSWER! BOTH.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
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INFP-T
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[ a halting affirmation as he feels himself opening up on pinocchio's fingers. it's not hard - he's soft and wet, pliable and used to this to begin with, but always, always enjoying it, blossoming underneath him as the other stretches him open, comments on how prepared he already seems to be and it's not untrue. between the food and his own traitorous body, he's prepared for just about any sort of intrusion. as if to bait him out further, he gives a little shameless wiggle of his hips to situate them closer, scooting forward towards the cockhead pressing against him and whining. ]
Come on, inside...
[ crooking his knee and pressing a heel to the soft line of his bottom, eiden encourages him, just as his chest is squeezed and he lets out a sweet keening noise. always sensitive there, he misses the contact onto to revel in how his hips are grabbed and he's pressed into in full. his eyes go wide, voice pausing mid-breath as he realizes he's being entered and something frantic takes possession of him. his heel presses closer, pushes him in further as he scambles to grab at him, hands framing pinocchio's face as he draws him in over him, lips careesing the warmth of his mouth.
his thumbs themselves stroke as soft cheeks, brush the fringe of delicate lashes. radiating heat, his own face is full flush as he murmurs to him. ]
Just like that... you fit perfectly...
[ the stretch, the girth. he spreads a thigh lewdly wide to accommodate as he squeezes down hard against the other. watching him from here, he's fairly certain he could spend himself on the vision alone - impossible to deny him, the kindness of him, the way he tests his words. he wants to encourge it, nodding in agreement. he's ready, he's wanting, and as he sinks down to hilt him, he lets out the most satisfied sound. ]
Don't stop - I want all of you in me.
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Cherished.
He sighs into the clever warmth of Eiden's lips, pure pleasure and longing. When the core of him starts to squeeze down hard on the fat shape of the cock bottoming out in him, Pinocchio's fingers tighten, the long, low note of gratification chasing Eiden's plea. That last inch, he takes it in one great yank, pulling Eiden's seat flush with the sharps of his hips.
Don't stop, he'd said, but Pinocchio holds him here, grip tight and still. He's giving him time to recalibrate, to really feel the way Eiden is pushed open, crowded full. Blue eyes glisten beneath the dark veil of his eyelashes, watching him, rapt in attention. This is something he won't miss for the world: the way Eiden cries out with satisfaction. Playfully, his lips snatch at his, half a bite and a kiss, thumbs painting circles into his skin where his hands are fixed on his hips.
His hands push, palms sliding around to the dimples above the soft curve of his ass, down again for an indulgent squeeze, just relishing the way he feels around him, and smooths that touch all up the long slope of his back. ]
No one's taken me like this— [ this easy, this free, Eiden's so joyfully passionate. Hips pull back, dragging his thick girth almost to the point where the creases of his cockhead threaten to kiss the inside of his rim, there's a whine hinged to the end of his words once he's sunk himself back into Eiden to the root, ] Fitting inside you for the first time, I want to feel you like this, over and over...
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F-fuck, fuck, fuck -
[ the hands that proceed to hold him fast, squeezing all the soft parts of him, earn another whine as the head of pinocchio's cock stretches his hole further. it's awful, it's amazing, but it's agonizing until he pushes in again and eiden's mouth makes another gutted noise. ]
Agh... hah...
[ his fingers stretch a little to thread into his hair, shift to push more of it back as he draws him close enough to brush their lips together. ]
Over and over...? Careful what you wish for - [ breathless as he squeezes tight around him, eyes rolling a little bit as he swallows down the adjustments his body makes to the thick arousal inside of him. his lungs push air in and out sharply as he relishes in how it's clear his own body aids in helping pinocchio come undone. a slickness suffuses the surface of the other's cock, leaks around the edges of him as his essence flares up again. his body thrums with heat, heart racing as he digs fingers into him to draw him down for another kiss. but before: ] I'd let you do this as many times... [ his brain stutters a moment ] -mmgnh many times as you want... 'til my body remembers this shape of you...