Autumn Open Post
As we know, I love my AUs and PSLs! I love exploring worlds and discovering how little changes can tumble and create big changes. My characters are top-leveled but feel free to add your own and let me know if there's someone you'd like! ♥
"Il tuo," he groans, not even thinking about what he's saying. Just feeling it, not hesitating in the least as he ducks down out of his shirt. Only breaking away long enough for that before he's pressing in close once more. Needing to just feel Felix against him once more. As if it had been more than moments they had been apart.
His hands are moving to push back Felix's shirt, hands roaming over his chest when its gone. Leaning in, his mouth brushing against his shoulder, along the crook of his neck, licking and nibbling along the beautiful expanse of skin.
Clinging to Felix's hand, the other hand brushing along his waist, just needing to touch him as he follows after the Italian witch, arching eagerly into that kiss in a moment.
Felix groans when Peter’s mouth comes into contact with his neck, tilting his head to the side to give him better access. A hand slides into his hair to hold him there before they’re moving.
He turns them to press Peters back against the wall and deepen the kiss. As they kiss, he moves both hands moving to the man’s jeans so he can open them with a low sound.
It's whirlwind and wild and it's everything Peter needs. It's been years since he's indulged in things like this, for his pleasure, his desires, what he wants. It feels amazing and he can't help how eager he is for it all, and he won't feel guilty for that.
Not that he's even imagining what even the word guilt might be as he pushed up and into the kiss. Moaning into the kiss, his tongue wicked and his body moving in needful ways. No thoughts for the fears of hunters, or family. Just one thing.
"Take me," he groans between kisses. "Fuck, use me."
"I will," Felix promises with a low groan, loving the way Peter pushed into the kiss and gave as good as he got. He couldn't get enough of the way he tasted and how he felt.
It was only a short distance to his room but he didn't want to waste a single second. He makes them both appear in his room in the next moment and pushes Peter's jeans down. "Want you naked," he growls low, pressing biting kisses over his jaw and down his neck.
He practically trips over the denim and Peter doesn't care. Skill and desire catch him, keep him from going down as he wriggles and kicks out of his jeans, not caring where they land.
"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back and baring his throat willingly. It's dangerous and wicked and he can't help himself as he gets naked, his hands moving for Felix's pants to get them open, off him, pushing them down as his hand strokes along the length of his cock.
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His hands are moving to push back Felix's shirt, hands roaming over his chest when its gone. Leaning in, his mouth brushing against his shoulder, along the crook of his neck, licking and nibbling along the beautiful expanse of skin.
Clinging to Felix's hand, the other hand brushing along his waist, just needing to touch him as he follows after the Italian witch, arching eagerly into that kiss in a moment.
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He turns them to press Peters back against the wall and deepen the kiss. As they kiss, he moves both hands moving to the man’s jeans so he can open them with a low sound.
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Not that he's even imagining what even the word guilt might be as he pushed up and into the kiss. Moaning into the kiss, his tongue wicked and his body moving in needful ways. No thoughts for the fears of hunters, or family. Just one thing.
"Take me," he groans between kisses. "Fuck, use me."
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It was only a short distance to his room but he didn't want to waste a single second. He makes them both appear in his room in the next moment and pushes Peter's jeans down. "Want you naked," he growls low, pressing biting kisses over his jaw and down his neck.
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"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back and baring his throat willingly. It's dangerous and wicked and he can't help himself as he gets naked, his hands moving for Felix's pants to get them open, off him, pushing them down as his hand strokes along the length of his cock.