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MUSE AESTHETIC - SEX / ROMANCE EDITION.
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heterosexual. homosexual. bisexual. pansexual. asexual. demisexual. graysexual. monogamous. polyamourous. long – term relationships. casual relationships. rough.loud. growling. screaming. crying.sobbing. gentle. tender.whispers.moaning.touching others.touching self.being touched.lingering caresses.kisses.french kisses. making out. licking.nibbling.biting. scratching. hair pulling. dominance.submission. switch. power play. struggles. wrestling. hugs. cuddling.shower / bath sex. up against a wall. being held down. spanking. body worship. breasts. butts. legs. thighs.feet.hands. ears.love bites. innuendo. choking. breath play. bondage. leather. silk. velvet. lace. being watched. watching others. half-clothed. bared skin. teasing. indoors. outdoors.public. private. lingerie. stockings. corsets.
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LONG TERM RELATIONSHIPS. casual relationships. rough. loud. growling. screaming. crying. sobbing.gentle. WHISPERS.touching others. TOUCHING SELF. MOANING. BEING TOUCHED. LINGERING CARESSES. KISSES. FRENCH KISSES. LICKING. nibbling. biting. scratching. spanking. hair pulling. TENDER. dominance. SUBMISSION. switch. humiliation. humiliating others. power play. struggles. wrestling. hugs. CUDDLING. shower/bath sex. UP AGAINST A WALL. BEING HELD DOWN. breasts. BUTTS. LEGS. thighs. feet. hands. FINGERS. NECK. ears. LOVE BITES. innuendo. being choked. choking. breath play. bondage. leather. silk. velvet. lace. being watched. watching others. clothed. HALF-CLOTHED. bared skin. TEASING. INDOORS. outdoors. public. private. lingerie. stockings. collar. corsets. infidelity. heterosexual. HOMOSEXUAL. bisexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual. MONOGAMOUS. polyamorous.
He hasn’t thought about this much. Hadn’t at all before he caught the HEARTS in Blaine’s eyes and realised what was happening. And even after, it was c u r i o s i t y that drove his thoughts, quiet wonder that left him with more questions and no answers; left him sneaking glances at Blaine and just thinking. Had a thing with another dancer in Kentucky but he couldn’t’ve been any further away from Blaine — stood just as tall as Sam, with even more definition and skin always tacky with lotion and glitter — so he had no frame of reference, no clue what being with him would feel like.
Was pretty sure it’d feel awesome though, and man, was he RIGHT. Barely even started and he’s hooked, surrounded by Blaine and still wants MORE. Fingers through his hair leave him w e a k, putty in his best friend’s hands, and the hits just keep coming. The feel of his moan against his mouth, their bodies PRESSED TOGETHER… Feels like he’s the one that’s been starved for this, that’s been wanting Blaine f o r e v e r like it’s not all brand new.
Doesn’t stop there either, ‘cause Blaine talks low in his ear and he’s done, maxed out, A GONER. Can’t stop the full-body shiver or the, “Fuck,” that falls out, his voice soft and d r i p p i n g with want — can only cup Blaine’s face in his hands and pull him down with him, bring him back in for another kiss before his back even hits the FLOOR.
It’s not chaste or simple anymore. There’s intent behind it, far more than just CURIOSITY driving it. One hand leaves his face to tuck under his arm and around his back, clutch his shirt into a fist and push him closer, closer, closer; the other curls around the back of his neck and s t r o k e s with his thumb. Comes out on a breath when he speaks into the kiss, sentences lost on him.
“Blaine.”
Hearing the want in Sam’s wobbly voice pushes a soft groan between his lips that split them open a breath away from Sam’s mouth. He’s close enough to taste the mixture of him and Sam blended together lingering in the damp air between them and the flavor coils through his stomach, flips it upside down and sends the aftermath through his system via a chill up his spine. Oh, he’s just as lost. Sunk. Finished and done as his best friend. Nothing he’s ever dreamt of could compete with the reality of having Sam holding his face, giving back everything Blaine is pouring out.
He moves like half his limbs are too far ahead of themselves while the other half are too dazed to connect with the signals in his blitzed out brain telling him to catch up. Jagged and not as smooth as it ever played out in his head but it gets him to where he needs to be. Because, Sam is pulling him. Sam’s hand is balling up a fistful of his shirt making Blaine regret it being there one second and then so, so glad it is when the tightness of the material reminds him just how badly Sam wants him.
Blaine’s throat caves with the whimper a stroke to his WEAKEST spot practically choking him until he forces himself to swallow. And he hears a word that he devours him. His name whispered by a voice that he has shattered practically down to nothing. He did this. He crossed that line and Sam was his to have. Maybe not to keep, cause who knew what the aftershocks of this might to do them. But. He’d hold onto the moment for as long as he could. Why? Nothing could feel as good as when his chest lays against Sam’s, their stomachs press tight and Blaine’s hand steadies itself on the outside of his best friend’s knee to guide it closer to his side, hip connecting the curve leading up to Sam’s so he can torture them both with a barely there push forward that sends fireworks exploding behind clenched together eyelids, tongue sealing the kiss and then finding a new mark. Temptation drags it along Sam’s collarbone to see what might be like, what it might do to him. It’s vaguely salty and sweaty. Tastes perfect.
“Is this okay…,” and he doesn’t wait for the answer when he sucks a patch of skin just past the curve into his mouth intending on leaving his friend with a reminder of what them together was like by. His hand pressed flat to the floor reaches closer now that an elbow keeps him steady and fingertips dance over Sam’s shoulder. The other set slide down the back of his leg until there’s a hem of fabric it glides between searching for the spot where pale skin becomes softer, warmer and he has to ignore one last barrier of an elastic band around the leg of Sam’s underwear to get there. Once he finds it? He can feel his knuckles digging against himself as he traces the line of Sam’s inner thigh. Blaine SHUDDERS hard losing his breath and choking on gasps and ruts against him. Teeth run over the darkening mark on Sam’s neck cracking his mouth open just far enough for the whine that he can’t hold in anymore. The sensation is enough to make his breathing stop when his mouth starts to trail lower towards the rise and fall of Sam’s chest, kisses peppered and tongue dragging in spots. “Oh God. Mine..”
Mercy was not in his repertoire. His lips did not even need to part from his, all it took was a mental command, and the metallic carcass he had left behind kneeling on the ground rose. A shard of metal pierced the subject’s shoulder, pinning him to the half of a wall still standing, like a ‘To Do’ note that had had the audacity to deem himself worthy of escaping his fate. In this story, there was no room for the unexpected, for anything he had not decided to write in it, for forgiveness to those dimwitted enough to think they could fool a God. A roll of his shoulders and the rage that had surged from recklessness was repressed. Why waste time lamenting a flawed species was behaving exactly like it always had, like he had witnessed so many times before over the ages, when before him was a spectacle much more worthy of his attention? From his veins lewdness was gushing and his hands ached for the same carnal touch. Cloth was overlooked by absentminded, slithering fingers and their pads brush over nakedness in anticipation. Meanwhile the whole of his focus was fixated on his own thumb, tracing the shape of an overused bottom lip before locking itself between two rows of teeth, the smuttiness of the sight contrasting with golden hazel eyes that pretended not to comprehend just how much trouble he was getting himself into. A roused grin and raised eyebrows warned him not to test how far he was prepared to go; how successful he would be in delaying the juxtaposition of skins, still stained with sweat and nonresident blood. “When did you ever really try to hold me over?”
The sound of the man’s retreat coming to a rather abrupt stop cutting a sharp cry of pain through the thickening air between them did not fall on deaf ears. His hair stood on end at the sound of it, goosebumps chilled his neck and disappeared underneath the collar of his shirt. This death and mayhem around them? Yes, he was the maestro that created a cacophony of panicked screams and crashes of chaos by throwing his own antics into the mix. An orchestra of his own doing, indeed. However, The Meister had always been the gentler of the pair. Death to him was always too permanent a thing. No chance of a curtain call or one last bow. SURE! Accidents do happen. Some people were just simply easier to conduct, is all. Others just never quite got the beat. But, his God? His God had no mercy. Offered no reprieve. No chance for any sort of symphonic reprise of a role that he deemed unworthy. And in his God’s eyes. They all were. The Meister didn’t have to see the man pinned to the wall to know he was there (and suffering) by some creative means. What shocked him was that he survived long enough to utter one sound. And then he was drawn back out of that bar of thought with a mere touch. One that slid sinfully towards the crease of his lips and between his teeth. His stomach spun, ribbons laced through his veins, tugged him under and tethered him to the creature who consumed what was left of his wits with one simple twitch. “Never,” he whispered back before the edge of his tongue grazed over the very tip of the thumb his lips caressed. Bare skin moved under his palms as he began to drag them up the lean lines of an freckled ivory stomach. Without warning, his right dropped down between them. He squeezed his mark, the taunt inside of Savitar’s thigh and his mouth curved happily before it closed over the first set of knuckles on a pale finger lingering just inside to see the reaction he’d get. Tonight just kept getting more and more INTERESTING.
Barry hadn’t been sure about what to get Blaine, for a brief moment he had wondered about surprising him with a dog. But then realized that was probably a decision they both should make together. Probably. Chances are one of them was going to fall in love with a dog from a shelter, or on the street, and bring it home. That honestly wouldn’t surprise the speedster too much. He looks rather pleased as Blaine looks him over. It’s not the first time he was without clothes in front of his boyfriend. But seeing those Hazel eyes glance over his body still made him shiver. “Well that was the point, it just so happens to be someone’s birthday soon, and you might know him,” he uttered, reaching out to lightly tap the tip of Blaine’s nose. “Cute, likes to sing a lot, dances all the time, has an obsession with bow ties, sound familiar?” his tone cheeky as he scooted a little closer, letting his legs brush against the shorter’s. “I was hoping he’d like his gift, was thinking of letting him do the… wrapping.”
Blaine let his fingers slide across the pillowcase and gently ran the edge of his pointer along the strong line of Barry’s jaw. The man across from him would never cease to bring a smile to his face. Whether that was from being his usual awkwardly adorable self..or..moments like this. Waking him up with his long, lean body stretched out beside him without a shred of clothes on. “Oh, I don’t know,” he hummed with a mischievous grin touching his lips. “He might ring a bell but.. Are you sure you should be in here if he shows up? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for my sake. I couldn’t blame him for being insanely jealous if he walked in and saw you in bed with me in the state you’re in.” He tried not to laugh but that was impossible and dissolving into a fit of lighthearted chuckles took over. Their legs brushing together made the laughter break down to a quiet gasp, bare toes curled against the bed sheet. “Do the wrapping, hm?” Blaine scooted in and let his knee nudge against Barry’s until it was between both of the taller’s to draw him closer yet. A bare arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s slender waist, fingertips grazed along the small of a pale skinned back idly as though Blaine was wholly unaware just how far they might dip down with a barely there touch. “Lucky guy for getting the chance to do that. I’m jealous..”
Barry found himself caught between two opposing thoughts; on the one hand, the whole of his body advised him to make the most out of that marvelous sensation that was suddenly flowing through him, and he followed said advice by placing a hand on Blaine’s knee before it absentmindedly made its way up to the middle of his thigh. On the other hand, personal experience couldn’t help reminded him that when something seemed too good to be true, it probably was, that nothing could feel so wonderfully right and not come with a price. Whether he liked it or not, even if this were as dangerous as he paranoiacally feared in the back of his mind, he was beyond any chance of pulling away at that moment. And if he hadn’t been before, he certainly did the moment he heard Blaine whispering his name, triggering something that, if it wasn’t new, then was definitely a dozen times more intense than he had ever felt it. He took advantage of the pause the kiss had taken to trace the shape of Blaine’s lips with his own, reluctant to part from him for longer than an instant. An instant in which, catching the other sneaking a peek through his eyelashes like he was doing himself, he let a swift smile tug at the corner of his mouth.
The ball of his foot pushed the floor to impulse him forward, leaning over Blaine while he leaned against the back of the couch. The little voice in his head that had originally been warning him about the dangers of letting himself go so carelessly faded further and further each passing moment, to the point it was left close to completely silent when Blaine’s hand cupped his chin. He gave in, utterly, absolutely and completely, trusting his parted lips to his will and demand. And he was not disappointed. A second was all it took for him to know he had made the smart choice. The unprecedentedly intense feeling tugged at his chest and down his thorax until settling in the pit of his stomach, inspiring a groan in the back of his throat that responded to Blaine’s and kept on echoing, voicing his desperation for more, which only grew thirstier the more of his mouth he explored. His hand curled around his thigh, pulling him closer by his legs while his other hand lowered from the back of his neck to his shoulder blade, clawing at Blaine’s shirt with the same urgency with which he held onto his.
Feeling Bary and the slight press of his weight as he hovered over him sent all of Blaine’s inner gravity spiraling through his chest until it coiled in his belly. The tug on his thigh sent him reeling and he curved his back just to feel more of Barry’s body and push himself closer. “Barry,” he breathed between their mouths. His grip on Barry’s shirt held tight as his lips were explored with a pair he was quickly becoming unable to get enough of the taste of. Lashes flicked open and a dazed, hazy stare found Barry’s smile and he felt his own lips turn into a lopsided, wet lipped smile in return. This is what the taste of weeks of wondering what this would be like was when he finally had the chance to have it. And oh god, did he WONDER. At severely inappropriate levels and just as inappropriate times. If you considered they kept themselves as friends and you weren’t supposed to think of friends the way his mind would trail off on it’s own and daydream about Barry–Blaine tried to cut out those images. Keep this something neutral. Always failing and always spent breathlessly imagining absolutely nothing neutral especially at night when he was alone. Only to try and brush it off every time they were face to face.
Because he was so used to something like this moment–where the inside of his thigh shifted to press tight against Barry’s hip making Blaine’s eyes roll white before squeezing shut again–quickly becoming something complicated. His hand gave Barry’s shirt a break before he ended up tearing it. The tips of his fingers dipped past the hem instead, touching the sliver of skin that was exposed above Barry’s hipbone. Breathing was impossible as his touch dipped just underneath then corrected itself and grazed along his side and between them across Barry’s pale stomach just past the curve. What he found was velvet flesh that felt too good to not willingly ache to for more to touch, explore, learn. That’s when he decided–with a sweep of his tongue over Barry’s bottom lip and a glance full of blown pupils and want at Barry’s mouth, nose, eyes. If this was going to be complicated after? He didn’t want to think about that anymore. All he wanted to do was sink. His lips traveled to other places, first testing how Barry’s jaw would feel against them and with a trail of kisses and teases of light nips or licks moving along it–Blaine groaned low across the shell of the speedster’s ear fanning out his fingers just below Barry’s navel. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you like this,” he confessed in a whisper, “What your lips would feel like. What you–they would taste like.. You’re beautiful. You know that?”
Once the words are out, they’re out. No take-backs. All he can do is HOPE that Blaine takes it well and man, Blaine doesn’t disappoint. It’s like his offer came with its own gravitational pull, drawing the guy in until their foreheads are touching; their lips. Can barely even be considered a kiss and Sam’s heart is POUNDING; tries not to take over, tries to let Blaine call the shots, but he’s so busy thinking about pushing into the kiss and making it real that he almost doesn’t realise Blaine’s talking into his mouth.
Are you sure? A valid question, but he thinks he’s made himself pretty clear. Hasn’t wavered, hasn’t hesitated. The invitation came out easy as breathing in the end, all confident and certain. Even if he did have doubts, Blaine’s reaction would’ve sealed the deal. Practically shaking, breathing like he’s only just learning HOW TO — blows Sam’s mind that someone could want him that much, that they haven’t even done anything yet and Blaine’s already acting like he’s overwhelmed with NEED.
“Wouldn’t’ve said it if I wasn’t sure.”
He presses his lips against Blaine’s more firmly now, and this — this is a kiss. Chaste, simple, but not a slight catch of the corners, not just hovering against each other. A kiss. He’s kissing his best friend and Blaine’s hands are keeping him close and he doesn’t have a single regret. Legs are like a wall between them though, a BARRIER keeping Blaine at a distance, and that needs to be remedied.
So he spreads them, plants his feet on either side of Blaine and lets his knees fall sideways, creates a space and opens himself up like an OFFERING. Brings a hand up to cup Blaine’s jaw, to pull him in, and as he tilts his head to kiss him better, he thinks: how could anyone not be sure about this?
Their lips meet and seal words that his entire soul was hinging on. And, oh, the way Sam’s mouth tasted as he dared to run the tip of his tongue between the other’s lips was beyond any words. A flavor he’d been starving for without ever truly thinking that his hunger would be indulged. So long he’d been tossing and turning at night, aching for the chance to sample it just once. Always going to bed, frustratedly panting to catch his breath after sinking into some fantasy to get him by.
Always alone and whimpering his friend’s name into the pillow bit between his tet=eth to muffle his cries. Even in an empty house, making the noises he made while thinking about SAM felt sinful, beyond any lines of the friendzone he’d been put in that he felt he needed to hide them just to be able to look Sam in the eye the next morning. Until..this.
“Sam.. You’re…” Beautiful.
Blaine moved with him, his chest sinking as he watched in awe as Sam opened his legs up for him to fit between. A rock in one’s throat should never feel as good as this one did as he swallowed it down and followed the movements. Rocking up onto his knees, one hand feathered through the top of Sam’s hair to slide his fingers into the back spilling yellow and gold between olive lengths.
Closer and closer–his free hand braced the cap of Sam’s right knee. Holding on and keeping Sam perfectly in place in the process. A deeper taste and Blaine let go a moan that wasn’t suffocated against a pillowcase as he pressed the weight of his body, chest to chest, against Sam’s. A smile broke their lips apart so Blaine could trail his up to the shell of the blond’s ear. “Lay back for me, Sam.” His feathery touch drifted along the inside of Sam’s leg, down and down but not quite thereyet. Fingertips pressed gently against his best friend’s scalp, teeth grazed along a delicate earlobe. “Please?” He’d worship him if Sam allowed it. Savor every texture, every breath, every taste or sound he could get out. All Sam had to do was let him.
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