This week’s theme is I’m too sexy. We’re not talking about those arrogant boys who really aren’t sexy. We’re talking about those who are and those who are a little over the top about it. Sure, sometimes there is that arrogant hero, or heroine, who will tell you they are too sexy for whatever task put before them. Then comes the fall. And we love to read about the fall.
So this week show us all the character that is too sexy and knows, whether in a good, bad or indifferent way.
Now for me, I’m not sure I really have sexy men, like yeah men me rock, and all but I haven’t gotten to the of really putting a swing into my characters steps. It’s coming, soon, but not written yet.
So here’s something from my latest prompt posting I put up the other day. hope it works *wink* [note: this is unedited]
It seemed, for the first time in his life, that Jerry liked the added bonus of them being in public. The fresh air touching, licking, joining in the play. The excitement that they needed to be done quickly. they needed to get it on and leave before someone caught them, and yet that idea. The one tiny moment that someone could catch them, which they’d have to explain away the obvious to make everyone comfortable. It rushed thought Jerry, making his finger dig into Tony as his hips rock hard, faster.
“Fuck me,” Tony said, as their lips broke apart just slightly so air could be shared between them.
“Want to,” Jerry said, “undo yourself so we can at least rub before going home and ending tonight better than we started it.”
They fumbled, mostly because neither of them wanted to move far, but finally—god blessed finally, there dick hung out in the air, slashing together, clanking, finding, licking, before Tony wrapped a hand around them both and started working up a rhythm.
It wasn’t the same as if they’d been fucking, in both the sense that there was just something missing with this act. Mostly because when cloths were added it wasn’t romantically connecting to fuck this way, more like a back room rush. There was also the fact that if anyone came by they’d just think Tony and Jerry were making out and that wasn’t nearly as exciting as being caught full-blown.
But it was needed, and it was nice and dirty enough that Jerry rutted into the other man’s grip. his good hand gripping the back of Tony’s head, pulling him closer, kissing with tongue and not much else as they panted and went at it like teenagers realising at some point it would be over, and they wanted to get off before that happened.
However, now, it was more like getting the entrée over, the rush, so the main would last longer and taste sweeter, once they were in a more comfortable spot.
“Fuck man,” Tony panted as he whipped them both off with Jerry’s soiled shirt.
“Yeah,” Jerry smiled, he couldn’t help it, fucking got him happy.
And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hopHere’s where you can find the prompt post. And because I should, here’s my latest buy
When everything Paul had ever known turned upside down, suddenly he needs to man up and fight for the love he’s always feared.
Paul’s life was set. He had what he needed and what he was comfortable with. Then a night with one of his regular lovers pulls him into the drama of sickness, love, and death.
In the end, Paul needs to work a few things out first: Is he strong enough to fall in love with a man that may need more than he’s able to give, or will he fall into old habits and run when the relationship gets too complicated?
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