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1) Include a picture (or two or three) of a scenario, scene, position, location, etc. that you'd like to be a part of the RPing.
2) Make sure to list any preferences or explanations, to help people out.

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“Beg for it.”
"I want to fuck you right now."
"I'm going to make it hurt."
"I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow."
"Touch yourself for me."
"It's not going to fit!"
"Spread your legs for me."
"I'm the only one who would ever fuck you."
[text] "What are you wearing?"
"Get on your knees."
"Did we fuck last night?"
"I didn't know you were so kinky."
"You look good tied up."
"Put on a show for me."
"I'm not wearing any underwear."
[text] "I didn't mean to send those pictures..."
"You know how you like when I tease you."
"Bend over now."
"I'm not getting on my knees for you again."
"You're going to break me."
"Fuck me."
"You belong to me."

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★ This cock isn’t going to suck itself, you know?

★ Can you hand me a towel? I’m a little wet.

★ I see you started without me.

★ It seems I forgot to wear any underwear tonight.

★ Hate me all you want. You can’t deny how good the sex is.

★ Wanna taste?

★ Less talking. More fucking.

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[his eyes would have shuttered closed but he can't keep his gaze off of Bucky no matter what. Not even a natural disaster (which is what the two of them are together) could steal his attention.

A moan rumbles in his chest as he licks into Bucky's mouth, open mouth, hungry.]

Yes, that. Say more...didn't know you knew all that. Wanna hear how I'm gonna have you ass up in a minute?

[he says with another slap.]

[Bucky's fingers close around what little hair of Lupin's he can grab, curling around the back of his head and he ruts against him, hip to hip and stomach to stomach as he tugs at Lupin's lower lip with his teeth.]

I know six languages, imbécile. [He grins because even calling Lupin an idiot in French makes it sound that much more romantic. Awww.] Dites-moi...tell me...yes, I wanna hear.

[A shudder races down his spine at the thought of what Lupin's insinuating. He almost groans high in his chest but keeps it stifled for now -- that is, until Lupin slaps his ass again. Then he moans against a collarbone.]

Edited 2016-08-05 20:10 (UTC)

[Lupin's eyes flutter closed thanks to the sweet, sweet friction between them, the heat that just doesn't seem to want to cool. Something that can be said for the entirety of their relationship in this place. Moaning softly, his eyes splinter open because holy FUCK the look he can somewhat garner on Bucky's face--

Let alone the rumble of his desire against his skin. His cock throbs to life between them. Yes, yes, he remembers you, how could he forget you.]

Only six? You're going to need extra tutoring at this rate. What I'm going to do to you...

[on the low note of a sigh, he gently, gently traces a path up Bucky's crack, barely wrests the pad of it between those cheeks as he husks:] I'm going to eat your soul à travers le cul.

Shut up...only fluent in six...

[Bucky mutters, but oh when those words leave Lupin's mouth... He rolls his hips and pushes back against that finger instinctively, growls low and deep in his throat. He should be embarrassed by how easily he's showing how much he wants it, but life is too long for all that.]

I'm not sure I have a soul anymore, Arsène.

[It's almost a challenge. Almost.]

Edited 2016-08-06 21:50 (UTC)

You'd be surprised just what sort of soulful endeavors come out of each language...they're full of them, afterall. And tongues, naturally.

[oh that little growl, the shudder he feels between them, from Bucky's chest to Lupin's heart. It's so good, Lupin could just eat it up. He does, though, lick into his husband's mouth at every sound he makes.

All the while, he holds on to him, rocks him against his own body. He continues to tease, to slide just the tip of one finger between his cheeks, never once circling the hole that he can imagine flutter for him.

His cock twitches fully to life at the thought.]

Shall I get you to say something in every language you even vaguely know?

Mmm...

[Bucky wants to roll his eyes but when they're not closed, they're transfixed on taking in every detail of Lupin's face. He almost -- just almost -- turns the growl into a whine, and slips his fingers around Lupin's hardening dick to distract himself.]

You could try. You've heard Russian already, though, or don't you remember?

[His teeth tug at Lupin's bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. All this talk of tongues and that barely-there pressure... He rocks back, back -- trying to get that finger to slip lower--]

Edited 2016-08-07 05:52 (UTC)

[a shudder, like a seismic toss, surrenders Lupin's body to space, to fate, when Bucky's fingers wrap around his dick, which throbs in his hold. That's certainly helpful. His husband is so, so deliriously helpful. But--]

ваши скулит будет более полезным.

[Much like the wolf he is, he devours Bucky's mouth, tongue making a sweep for his own-- he puts all he has into it, his heat, the fondness he has that's growing for Bucky, his pride that this is his husband--

To distract Bucky for a second as he slips two suddenly-slippery fingers inside of him.]

[Before Lupin's mouth claims Bucky's again he's got just enough time to mumble back against him:]

Tu n'sais pas quand se taire, Arsène.

[But his moan, loud into Lupin's mouth, rumbling in his chest against his husband's as he feels the welcome intrusion of those fingers. He breaks the kiss for an increase in oxygen as he automatically bucks back against his fingers, and his mouth falls open gracelessly. This wanton shit...only two people have been able to wrest that ferocity from him, one being beneath him. His chest tightens.]

You're fucking sneaky, you know that? [Bucky mumbles, face and chest fully flushed as he rotates his hips, trying to get Lupin to move faster - or at all.] Of course you know that. Fuck, that feels good.

Oh but je veux tout votre bruit, ma douce. They're as sweet as you are, as sweet and tight as you are for me...

[of course he knows that. He likes to know everything, dontchaknow. All of Bucky's sounds rumble between them, sit low in Lupin's belly where he grows hotter and hotter for him. His husband is hot for him inside, too, clenching around his fingers every time he drives them inside, faster and faster, teasing the rim of him.]

Tell me more. More. What do you want me to do to you? So I can tell you how I'm going to take you apart with my mouth instead.

[Even just the suggestion of Lupin's mouth on him makes him shudder and shake around those skilled fingers. He's growing impatient, so impatient, and bites Lupin hard on the shoulder, sucks a hickey from his skin.]

Tight...for you, only you...

[Bucky's head is spinning, his cock is throbbing almost painfully, and he kisses Lupin almost ferociously. He huffs warm breath against Lupin's skin when he breaks away to speak - or rather, says words in between panting.]

You want me to write you a-a novel? Mmm...please... I want - I want you, your mouth, I want you to take me apart. Tell me how you will...show me. Then, I want your cock. But first your tongue, your tongue around me, inside me...

[His jaw clenches as he reaches a particular state of frenzy, pushing back against Lupin's twisting fingers, head hanging low.]

Is that clear enough for you, doll?

Edited 2016-08-09 16:19 (UTC)

Fuck...

[Lupin hisses through his teeth, pushing his fingers deeper every time Bucky outlines just what he wants from him, just how he wants him, and it's quickly driven the master thief to madness. His cock dribbles, almost woefully, between them, and he arches against his husband to get a little more friction.

He toys with the idea of letting this go longer, toys with the idea as he toys with just the pads of his fingers shallowly dipping inside Bucky, teasing the rim of him slowly, to feel it flutter with want against him. Just the barest hint of pressure.]

Crystal clear. Get up so I can get inside you.

[this, emphasized by a slap to the ass with his free hand.]

[After enjoying just how impatient Lupin is, he yanks Lupin's fingers out then starts to get up. He licks the head of Lupin's cock, catching some of the precum and licks his lips with a grin that should be in the dictionary under "devilish" before climbing up fully on his hands and knees.

(Hey, it's only fair to retaliate after the slap on the ass. How rude, after all.)

His heart thuds and his cock throbs with anticipation, palms splayed against the mattress as he waits for Lupin to situate himself. Even thinking of feeling wet heat back there from his husband's no-doubt talented mouth makes Bucky dizzy.]

Is this good for you, hubby?

[Casting a look over his shoulder, he spreads his knees a little wider.]

Or maybe this?

[Hopefully Bucky won't be too put off by the silence that reigns between them for entirely too long, the loss of touch. Because, you see, Lupin's still throbbing from the touch of Bucky's mouth, and the sight of him with his ass in the air certainly isn't doing him any favors.

For a second there's the soft sound of Lupin's hand squeezing his own dick, willing himself not to come yet, knowing it won't help when he slides his body against his husband's, back to chest. He knows the other can feel his heart thundering through their skin, feel his cock slide against his asscheeks.

But does he feel the reverence which he dedicates towards the press of palms down his spine, the dips in his ass, kneading asscheeks against his cock. The master thief trembles with anticipation while he slides down Bucky's body to take just the meat of his ass between his teeth and bite down gently.]

So good. I can't wait to taste you.

[Bucky almost whines at the feeling of Lupin's cock sliding against him; he wants nothing more than to push back against him, to get on with it already.

He knows he'll come when Lupin eats him out - he's already so close, like his husband, but he's not worried about having to wait long once they start fucking. One advantage of serum.

And yes, yes, Bucky feels the care, the reverence Lupin puts into his movements. He arches into the bite, ready- so ready- for that hot mouth on, inside him.]

Want to so bad... want you to fuck me with your tongue, Arsène.

[What a beautiful reaction. Lupin finds himself panting with it, hot breath across Bucky's cheeks as his fingers spread him, revealing his innermost core to him, only for him. Slowly, oh so slowly, he obliges his husband.

He presses a kiss to the heat of him, followed by the swipe of his tongue, shallow, shallow, longer strokes each time, and he rocks Bucky back and forth into his mouth to mimic the rolls of his hips, the bump of his cock against the back of his husband's thighs.

His taste is everything Lupin dreamed it would be: purely Bucky, hot and sweet for him, and he gently bites at the rim of him before he soothes it with laps from his tongue instead. His fingers knead his asscheeks as he works.]

[Bucky's fists are already curling into fists around the sheets at the first touch of those lips to him. (Okay, he might have to replace the sheet because he didn't think about the left hand being capable of ripping sheets, but his mind is nowhere near that).

God, it feels so amazing, makes him see stars even while he isn't coming. Fucking himself on Lupin's tongue feels like the most natural thing in the world, as if he were born to do it.

He loves the feel of Lupin kneading his ass, loves the rough contrast between it and the gentle...ish strokes of him against Bucky's rim.]

Please, pleasepleaseplease...so fuckin' hot... I don't even have to see you to know you - you, ah - look so pretty right now buried between my legs.

[It's the most he can get out coherently before he starts speaking Russian gibberish, growing erratic with his movements, with his impatience, stroking his own cock.]

Edited (Goddamn typos) 2016-08-11 00:17 (UTC)

[Though his mouth is way too occupied with breaking Bucky apart only to stitch him back together with his mouth to praise him verbally, he still has many facets to use.

He spreads Bucky a little more, laps at his hole until it glistens beneath the light, pretty as a fucking pearl-- you know as far as buttholes go. It's becoming one of Lupin's favorites, that's for sure-- its so reactive beneath him, he gently traces a finger along the rim of him as he continues to lap at him hungrily, then makes a point with his tongue and delves in deep. With hands white-knuckled against his husband's ass, he pulls him against his face, encouraging him to fuck his face.

His other hand creeps up to clamp around Bucky's around his cock, stroking him from tip to base and back again in time with each stroke of his tongue.]

[Bucky's legs are shaking harder than an earthquake (and isn't that what those thunder thighs are for?) and he pushes back, back to meet that tongue over and over.

God, but when Lupin helps him tug on his cock, he fucks him harder with the encouragement. His forehead falls to meet the mattress and and he pushes his ass up higher, back arching involuntarily; his cock is leaking with precum and helps add to their momentum, which is building quickly. He squeezes his own dick harder, whining and breath stuttering.]

I'm close, I'm so close, will you-- will you let me? Will you let me come before you fuck me? F-fuck...

[His words are half-buried in the mattress but he also kind of doesn't care if Lupin replies with a crazy "no" retort while letting him doing it anyway. Then, almost without warning, he bucks wildly and reaches behind to grab at Lupin's hair as his balls tighten; white-hot sensation floods through him and he chokes out breath as he comes in near-violent spurts all over their hands and the sheets. She lets Lupin tongue-fuck him a little longer while he rides it out.]

Where did you learn that.

[The statement isn't a question; it's praise, even if his cheek is still stuck to the sheet.]

[Lupin continues to lap at Bucky's hole as the shudders of his body subside; it's beautiful. Bucky's beautiful in that moment, finally coming undone, unraveling right in his hands. He strokes his cock until he milks him of it, soft and pliant in his hands.

He needn't a reminder of just how badly he wants Bucky, how badly he needs him. He burns the image of his husband like this in his brain, in the lids of his eyes so every time they close he sees Bucky. Lupin steels himself and then covers his husband with his body, rocks against him, two fingers curled inside him as he rocks against his cheeks, and he has to bite his lip to give him a moment, to will himself not to come right now.

As it is, he lines himself up and pushes in immediately, groaning when Bucky's tight, wet heat engulfs him, threatens to tear him asunder to the very soul.]

Maybe you did assassinate me the night we met and I'm dreaming.

[When Lupin slides inside him he's sure he's going to die if it feels like this (every time, every time - it makes his chest tighten, but he doesn't even have the capacity to think about that at this time). He pushes back against his husband til he's full to the brim, a cry ripping out of his throat at how amazingly lucky he feels right now. Right now, when he can almost feel their heartbeats together inside himself. ~~(What a cockslut, who woulda known? (Everybody.))~~

But it's not enough, he's sensitive -- so sensitive -- but it's sending fire rolling up his spine and curling deep in his belly and he needs more. He begins to move back and forth as much as Lupin will let him, though he's also using the power of dem thighs. They're mighty opponents.]

Oh, fuck, Arsène... you feel -- this is -- it's so fucking good.

[It's hardly what he feels -- he can't put into words how mind-blowingly amazing it feels. But he's trying, and his knees are shaking, and he's ripped one pillow already but he doesn't even notice, notices nothing but the white-hot sensation pooling in him. He's already hard again after a few strokes of those hips, and he hopes they come together.

He knows he wants him indefinitely.]

Mmm -- maybe, but you tied up? Looking so fu-fucking gorgeous for me? Wasn't a dream.

Edited 2016-08-12 00:00 (UTC)

[Every time Bucky fucks back into him, Lupin has to stop himself from pausing his own movements, threatening to come with every push of Bucky's hips, he sinks in and loses himself. His hips stutter and he grits his teeth, snapping his hips with a frenzy unlike him when it comes to anything but treasure.

Oh but this one is stupendous. He yanks some of Bucky's hair between his fingers until he can lean up and scrape his teeth along the back of his neck, taste everything that is distinctly Bucky, all the while pinning the other man with his weight.]

I want to hear more. Then I'll know it isn't a dream. Squeal for me, come on.

[Bucky groans at the clench of fingers in his hair and it's such a primal growl he isn't sure he's even on this planet anymore, but it came from him -- came from his chest, which is still impossibly tight, tight like he is around his husband. He can barely comprehend what Lupin is saying, much less how to make words. Luckily, brains (and tongues) can work on their own sometimes.

He's babbling but everything in him wants Lupin to know that this is very much not a dream. He's gonna have those bruises for days -- something Bucky, unfortunately, won't. His voice is raspy from the angle Lupin's holding him, but the pain of the pull of his hair pushes him ever closer.]

You feel perfect, you're perfect, Lupin... no, Arsène, for you-- you, just you. Your cock is so good inside me, I can feel how close you are. You know this feels too good to be a dream, babe.

[He isn't going to last. He knew that the moment he'd slid in, slid home-- should have known, at least, from the moment those baby blues popped open in bed that night, followed by a knife.

Lupin slams into Bucky over and over again until he can hear the tell-tale slap of their skin together, until he can feel Bucky's asscheeks beneath his hipbones, until he's free. He can free himself in Bucky, he just knows it-- from this fate, from everything. He'll lose himself and maybe he won't care if he gets back.

(that's the scariest thought)]

It's babe now? I'll have to make love to you more often if you're going to be so sweet. I could eat you up all night, really string you out until you're begging me to just put my fingers in...

[but he can't do that to Bucky-- if only because his own control is lax. Bucky's too good, the heat is too good, his cock throbs inside him and his world narrows down to the chase of his orgasm, building in his belly. It doesn't take long at all for his balls to tighten and for him to lose himself, hips stuttering to completion as his vision whites out.

He'll milk himself inside and drape himself over his husband like a sloth in a minute, hand still wrapped around his cock and moving.]

[Bucky has been so used to people trying to kill him that he would never have dreamed of fucking someone he met in such a way, a way he can still remember the feeling of his heart beating against Lupin's as he held the knife to his throat. The same throat that he peppers with kisses when he can, when Lupin allows. In the mornings when he wakes he always feels a slight sense of...something when Lupin's not there, but moves along with his day anyway.

But now, his only thoughts are sensations and of his husband holding his back to chest, and he's able to choke out a laugh even though it's the strangled kind. He turns as much as he can to catch a kiss from those lips, those beautiful lips. 'Babe' had slipped out accidentally but he also meant it. His chest flutters and he whines at Lupin's words about what he could do -- but the phrase 'make love' sends his mind spiraling. Yes, this -- this -- is what making love means.]

H-haaaah, I'm anything but sweet.

[That is, until after sex. He can be sweet at other times, but he saves those. They come and go like bursts of energy pushing through the darkness he's seen for so long; yes, he'll save them for the special occasions.

When Lupin comes, Bucky can't take it anymore. The friction of their hands moving in tandem on his cock is too much, and he bucks incredibly hard, probably so hard it knocks his husband back with that plump ass and cries out as he feels the rush of orgasm overtake him like waves on a shore. Bucky can't see a thing in front of him, sweat slides down his back and sticks his hair to his face. The feeling of Lupin's cock still inside him with every tiny movement has him still gasping.]

You're wonderful. [He mumbles against the mattress half-audibly. He uses his hand to find Lupin's so he can intertwine their fingers.] Fuck, you're good.

Edited 2016-08-12 17:11 (UTC)

[~~I'll never let go, Jack~~ It's certainly tough to continue to hold onto his writhing, bucking husband, fingers slipping in sweat and come, but somehow Lupin manages to keep ahold of him, keep him grounded while he grinds his cock inside him a few more times. Thanks, gravity. And thanks again, gravity, when his husband turns slightly, curls their fingers together.

This way, he can swoop down and claim that dirty, filthy mouth all his own. All for him. He can't believe he gets to be married to someone like this....so stubborn and cheeky and, well-- cuddly. Lupin remains snugly inside him as he curls against Bucky's side, nosing at his hair, his ear.

He's so tired but contented.]

You're stupendous. You still feel so good...can't believe you went that many rounds. [he slides his hand from Bucky's cock to his belly, gently stroking the pads of his fingers along warm skin. Reverent.] Glad you're mine.

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man, typing all that French got me back into my high school days

unf who knew it would have proved to be so useful~

seriously... my teacher would be so proud

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i thought it read master chief at first and i was like ................okay....

master dick

Forever and always

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PRETTY AS A FUCKING PEARL???? FUCKIN BYE. if we get those pearl necklaces I'll always rem this

we are gonna get matching butthole pearls ;0

i'mma hold you to that

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way to post from the wrong acct there, christina

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