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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[He wants him to experience everything. Fuck, there's so much he can do with his mouth, and Keita's responses are amazing. He feels a subtle shift under his hands where they're braced on Keita's hips, each small nudge forward or drop backwards. Bakugo tightens his fingers around his pelvic curve, thumbs tracing along the lines of his v to hold him. Not to keep him still, but experience each of those stupid little hot attractive motions.
Of course he wants to make it so Keita's brain thinks only about him! Nothing but the feeling of his mouth wrapped around the man's dick and his lips tightening like a ring at his base. Tongue flattening on the underside, making sure he gets him soaking and slick, but he drags his head back with more audible effects than he needs. He gives a small tug upward on the man's hips, encouraging him to keep moving them more rather than taper off those small motions. Granting more freedom from his previous lockdown.
Bakugo scoffs mid-suck at his warning, curls all fingers on a hand save for one (guess which) against Keita's hips, and redoubles his efforts. Harder suction, dragging at his foreskin until it sheathes around his glans, then pressing down to peel it off until he's got his nose almost flat to Keita's groin. Can't deepthtroat him for more than a second before his gag reflex kicks in (but he's working on that, dammit!). Thanks for the warning, but the way his hands tighten, he's not just expecting it, but demanding.]
[ As soon as he's encouraged by the pressure of Bakugo's hands to continue thrusting shallowly into his mouth, Keita knows he's a goner. There's no hope that he could hold out against this combination of enthusiasm and skill and sensation, not even for someone who ordinarily has quite decent stamina for a man his age. His voice picks up a bit, his breaths beginning to take on pitch, pleasure audible in his gasps and visible in the flex of his muscles as he rocks into Bakugo's hands, into the welcoming heat of his mouth.
The sighs of Keita's impending climax are obvious, not least of all because Bakugo has seen them before. Tension builds through his frame, in his thighs and then up his spine; his movements grow less coordinated, no longer smoothly rolling his hips but rather jerking them in short thrusts as he fights against the growing pleasure. (Nothing against Bakugo—Keita has just found that a touch of self-denial makes the climax sweeter.) It's not enough, though, and he didn't mean it to be, and before long Keita is swallowing down a low cry as his cock throbs and he spills into Bakugo's mouth.
Oh, that's good. The flush of heat through his body, centered on his pelvis where Bakugo's mouth is working him over—the dizzying pleasure of it, rippling through him in aftershocks that follow the initial quake. He has to reach his other hand out to brace himself against the floor behind Bakugo's head, holding himself steady as he shivers in the wake of his orgasm. ]
Christ, [ Keita almost whispers, ] you're too good at that...
[He isn't trying to stay Keita's orgasm for any stretch of time. His arousal and need flared the second he saw his master lounging on the bed in nothing but a damn robe; getting him in his mouth and getting his hands on him was only starting the timer on this heated explosive currently writhing above him. Fingers dig into Keita's hips, holding him whilst encouraging him to move. A hitched breath, chest rising and falling with harder air, pleasure peaking in his voice as he sucks in another lungful after another as he moves.
Bakugo sucks each time the guy slides himself in, eases his grip when Keita begins to pull out. Then alternates his patterns after several thrusts. Every element of his approaching orgasm seeps into his senses. Abs hardening, groin flattening, thighs pulling taut below his hands, previously-smoother rhythm of his hips staggering into a staccato pattern, while everything audible tumbles from his lips in needy sounds. Fuck, his precum's dripping onto his tongue, leaking steadily until he has to swallow more to keep his damn mouth clear than out of instinctive urge. If he keeps this up, he's gonna-]
--!! [Red eyes widen as Keita abruptly hardens in his mouth. Shit! He agreed to it, knew it, but surprise and pleasure rush through his body with his sudden turgid erection pulsing between his jaws. Bakugo grabs at his hips, holding on tightly as Keita unloads inside his mouth, pouring over his tongue and threatening to shoot the first several lines straight down his throat. Gulps and swallows mete out audibly below Keita's hips, trying to take in everything without ending up with some white rivulets leaking out the corners of his mouth. Trying...]
[ Well, Keita did warn him. And now he gets the reap the benefits of Bakugo not paying his warning enough mind, in the form of drinking in the sight of Bakugo's mouth working around his cock, doing his best to swallow all of Keita's spend and not quite succeeding. Thin trails of semen drip from the corners of his mouth, and Keita hums a satisfied noise as he reaches out to catch one of them with his thumb. ]
And you look good like this, [ Keita says, lifting his hand so he can suck his own thumb clean. Despite having just reached orgasm, there's still heat in his gaze as he looks down at Bakugo—not something he's putting on for the cameras, because Keita isn't even thinking about the cameras anymore, but a genuine desire for more of whatever Bakugo wants to give him. ] But surely you're not satisfied with only that, hm?
[ He shifts back a little, allowing Bakugo more space to sit up and get himself situated. Keita is leaving it up to him how he wants to proceed—maybe he is satisfied with just a blowjob (although Keita sincerely doubts that will be true), or maybe he'll want to throw Keita down on the futon, or... At any rate, Keita thinks it's unlikely that Bakugo will let all his preparation go to waste. ]
[He heard his damn warning and forced him to follow through with it! You think he's a wuss unable to swallow his master's load? Bakugo instantly feels his stomach give a lurch; it's not his first time, but it's not a common thing either. Body confused for a second at how bitter the first shots are and how slimy the later lances are against his tongue. Thick, viscous, clinging to his teeth and throat even as his neck flexes and dips with each swallow. Unable to keep it all down because this bastard's got way too much! Quiet type being the strong type, huh.
Bakugo finally shoves, forcing Keita's hips out of his face and unsheathes his dick from his throat with a way-too-lewd "schluck" sound and strands of saliva mixed semen spindling between his lips and Keita's mast and pouch. As soon as his head clears his teeth, the man's length springs upward, barely clearing Bakugo's nose and bobbing to flagging life above his face. Fuck... this bastard's got staying power. He throws a panting growl towards his partner at the teasing compliment. Probably looks fucking debased.]
Don't look down on me, Tick Tock! [His voice's even rougher than normal, expected from getting his throat swabbed for several damn minutes. Fingers tighten on Keita's hips, kneading his skin as thumbs traces determined circles on his pelvic v.] I can go all damn night until you pass out! [Hup! And pitches his master's waist-- thus body --to the side with no real care. He'll bounce. Bakugo sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a heathen.] I'm gonna fuck you through the mattress.
[ Thank his magical side for that—Keita is indeed gifted with unusual stamina for a man of his age. All the better, because he can imagine Bakugo would never let him hear the end of it if he needed to take a break after just one round. Keita can't help it—he smiles at Bakugo's irate protestations, even though the roughness of his voice makes him shiver with pleasure under Bakugo's tightening hands. ]
I've no doubt that you can, [ Keita says, then laughs as he's thrown onto his back on the futon, his yukata spreading in disarray around him. Finally, he shrugs his way out of the very last of the fabric, turning it into nothing more than a cotton sheet atop which they can have sex; his thighs spread, and Keita props himself up on his elbows, watching Bakugo with dark eyes as he wipes his mouth and gets up on his knees.
Fuck you through the mattress is a nice promise. It earns a low hum of approval from Keita, who shifts one hand down his own stomach to curl fingers around his cock—still a little soft after orgasm, but rapidly hardening again. Nothing like a threat to get started himself to get Bakugo moving, Keita thinks. ]
Now, come here and prove to me all these promises you're making.
[He's not that old, despite Bakugo taunting him for his age a few times. Someone who can go several rounds with him is instantly another highlight on his list. He'd have been a sneering grump if Keita had to take a break after just one damn orgasm. Mostly because he's only got the patience for a few shoots. Being in front of all these cameras now that the sexual rush has dwindled is annoying.
Someone's already stepping onto the set's rim with two water bottles in hand, ready to pause filming and give the two actors a refresh.
Bakugo doesn't acknowledge them at all, focusing on Keita deliberately so they'll stay the fuck away from them. He rubs the back of his neck, getting some sweat and a few clinging strands of bedding off his skin. Red eyes linger in their corners, watching Keita strip out of his robe and finally lose the entire damn thing. Bastard sitting there like that, elbows propped, legs spread, offering himself for a few seconds. Really tempted to do exactly what he said...]
Don't order me around. [Growled even if the man's his master. Bakugo twists at his waist, arms and shoulders going first as he moves atop the other man. Hands press to the bed on either side of his ribs, looming over his head without pushing him down as he kisses Keita hard.]
[ "He's not that old" is a bold thing to say about a man who's more than twice your age, Bakugo... Not that Keita will complain about it in the slightest. He also has no complaints about Bakugo taking charge of the situation enough to fend off the "helpful" PAs who approach with water bottles—Keita would rather not remember that they're on a film set at all, so he studiously keeps his gaze only on Bakugo instead of letting it dart over to anyone outside their little set.
The way he laughs softly at the growled response is muffled by the firm press of Bakugo's mouth to Keita's. He subsides against the pillow and brings a hand up to curl around the base of Bakugo's neck, kissing him back thoroughly, muffling a quiet noise of pleasure against Bakugo's mouth. They're both nude, now, and that makes it much easier for Keita to slip his hand down between them and take Bakugo's cock, stroking him in slow, steady rhythm as they kiss and kiss again.
When they pull apart, Keita's breath is coming a little faster, and fortunately for both of them the PA with the water bottles has vanished from their peripheral vision. Much better—much easier to focus on nothing but Bakugo, that way. ]
I can ride, if you prefer, [ Keita says, his voice low enough that it might not even be picked up by the cameras. It's a real offer, from him to Bakugo, not from the lord to his captain. ]
[Ask him if he gives a shit. He's seen people older than Keita and hasn't had a problem. Though if he wants to make a big deal about it, he can join the club of people who Bakugo calls "geezer" - "jiji" - "old fart" and other terms of endearment. Good thing the set handlers backed off or a different sort of illumination would've spread through their set. Bakugo's attention situates back to Keita fully once again, expression as heated and turned on as he was before.
A low grunt puffs between his teeth, cheeks rounding for a split second before it escapes. He growls into the kiss, eyes closing and brows furrowing as the man slips his hand between their bodies and takes hold of his dick. Precum spurts from his head onto the man's hand and smears in a slick film across his skin, making a mess as Keita grips and strokes him. He rocks his hips forward into his touch, starting up a slow, deliberately rhythm as his body kicks back into another eager round.
A few strands of saliva stretch between their lips, trying to reconnect their broken kiss in some strange way. Bakugo smirks at his offer, running over his preference in mind. Riding? Keita was on top of him last time too, even if it mostly his hips over his face. Having him actively bouncing on Bakugo's this time. So much for their roles.] Gonna crouch or kneel? I'll ram you into the ceiling either way.
[ Through the mattress, into the ceiling. Bakugo has designs on putting Keita in all kinds of places that aren't the bed, it seems. Keita leans up for another kiss and then says, ] Kneel, at least to start.
[ If he needs the leverage he can always change positions, after all. But first, Bakugo will have to let him up, because Keita isn't about to be the one to push Bakugo away—not when he's so very much enjoying getting to jerk him off like this, smearing precum over his skin to make the slide smoother and feeling the way Bakugo's cock twitches and throbs in his hand. ]
[One day he's going to find a way to fuck him into the ceiling. Whether it's via his explosions or something more mystical with the hotel messing around with them. It's a promise he said and he's gonna keep it, dammit! Bakugo leans into the kiss, eyes closing at the intimate touch.]
Then move your ass. [Bakugo draws his arms back, hands dragging wet lines across the man's shoulders and back. He misses the lazy grinding of their chests and stomachs, but Keita's going to have to position himself. He could do it while holding him close to his chest... and miss out on a hot sight of watching him get himself angled and ready.]
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Of course he wants to make it so Keita's brain thinks only about him! Nothing but the feeling of his mouth wrapped around the man's dick and his lips tightening like a ring at his base. Tongue flattening on the underside, making sure he gets him soaking and slick, but he drags his head back with more audible effects than he needs. He gives a small tug upward on the man's hips, encouraging him to keep moving them more rather than taper off those small motions. Granting more freedom from his previous lockdown.
Bakugo scoffs mid-suck at his warning, curls all fingers on a hand save for one (guess which) against Keita's hips, and redoubles his efforts. Harder suction, dragging at his foreskin until it sheathes around his glans, then pressing down to peel it off until he's got his nose almost flat to Keita's groin. Can't deepthtroat him for more than a second before his gag reflex kicks in (but he's working on that, dammit!). Thanks for the warning, but the way his hands tighten, he's not just expecting it, but demanding.]
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The sighs of Keita's impending climax are obvious, not least of all because Bakugo has seen them before. Tension builds through his frame, in his thighs and then up his spine; his movements grow less coordinated, no longer smoothly rolling his hips but rather jerking them in short thrusts as he fights against the growing pleasure. (Nothing against Bakugo—Keita has just found that a touch of self-denial makes the climax sweeter.) It's not enough, though, and he didn't mean it to be, and before long Keita is swallowing down a low cry as his cock throbs and he spills into Bakugo's mouth.
Oh, that's good. The flush of heat through his body, centered on his pelvis where Bakugo's mouth is working him over—the dizzying pleasure of it, rippling through him in aftershocks that follow the initial quake. He has to reach his other hand out to brace himself against the floor behind Bakugo's head, holding himself steady as he shivers in the wake of his orgasm. ]
Christ, [ Keita almost whispers, ] you're too good at that...
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Bakugo sucks each time the guy slides himself in, eases his grip when Keita begins to pull out. Then alternates his patterns after several thrusts. Every element of his approaching orgasm seeps into his senses. Abs hardening, groin flattening, thighs pulling taut below his hands, previously-smoother rhythm of his hips staggering into a staccato pattern, while everything audible tumbles from his lips in needy sounds. Fuck, his precum's dripping onto his tongue, leaking steadily until he has to swallow more to keep his damn mouth clear than out of instinctive urge. If he keeps this up, he's gonna-]
--!! [Red eyes widen as Keita abruptly hardens in his mouth. Shit! He agreed to it, knew it, but surprise and pleasure rush through his body with his sudden turgid erection pulsing between his jaws. Bakugo grabs at his hips, holding on tightly as Keita unloads inside his mouth, pouring over his tongue and threatening to shoot the first several lines straight down his throat. Gulps and swallows mete out audibly below Keita's hips, trying to take in everything without ending up with some white rivulets leaking out the corners of his mouth. Trying...]
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And you look good like this, [ Keita says, lifting his hand so he can suck his own thumb clean. Despite having just reached orgasm, there's still heat in his gaze as he looks down at Bakugo—not something he's putting on for the cameras, because Keita isn't even thinking about the cameras anymore, but a genuine desire for more of whatever Bakugo wants to give him. ] But surely you're not satisfied with only that, hm?
[ He shifts back a little, allowing Bakugo more space to sit up and get himself situated. Keita is leaving it up to him how he wants to proceed—maybe he is satisfied with just a blowjob (although Keita sincerely doubts that will be true), or maybe he'll want to throw Keita down on the futon, or... At any rate, Keita thinks it's unlikely that Bakugo will let all his preparation go to waste. ]
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Bakugo finally shoves, forcing Keita's hips out of his face and unsheathes his dick from his throat with a way-too-lewd "schluck" sound and strands of saliva mixed semen spindling between his lips and Keita's mast and pouch. As soon as his head clears his teeth, the man's length springs upward, barely clearing Bakugo's nose and bobbing to flagging life above his face. Fuck... this bastard's got staying power. He throws a panting growl towards his partner at the teasing compliment. Probably looks fucking debased.]
Don't look down on me, Tick Tock! [His voice's even rougher than normal, expected from getting his throat swabbed for several damn minutes. Fingers tighten on Keita's hips, kneading his skin as thumbs traces determined circles on his pelvic v.] I can go all damn night until you pass out! [Hup! And pitches his master's waist-- thus body --to the side with no real care. He'll bounce. Bakugo sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a heathen.] I'm gonna fuck you through the mattress.
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I've no doubt that you can, [ Keita says, then laughs as he's thrown onto his back on the futon, his yukata spreading in disarray around him. Finally, he shrugs his way out of the very last of the fabric, turning it into nothing more than a cotton sheet atop which they can have sex; his thighs spread, and Keita props himself up on his elbows, watching Bakugo with dark eyes as he wipes his mouth and gets up on his knees.
Fuck you through the mattress is a nice promise. It earns a low hum of approval from Keita, who shifts one hand down his own stomach to curl fingers around his cock—still a little soft after orgasm, but rapidly hardening again. Nothing like a threat to get started himself to get Bakugo moving, Keita thinks. ]
Now, come here and prove to me all these promises you're making.
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Someone's already stepping onto the set's rim with two water bottles in hand, ready to pause filming and give the two actors a refresh.
Bakugo doesn't acknowledge them at all, focusing on Keita deliberately so they'll stay the fuck away from them. He rubs the back of his neck, getting some sweat and a few clinging strands of bedding off his skin. Red eyes linger in their corners, watching Keita strip out of his robe and finally lose the entire damn thing. Bastard sitting there like that, elbows propped, legs spread, offering himself for a few seconds. Really tempted to do exactly what he said...]
Don't order me around. [Growled even if the man's his master. Bakugo twists at his waist, arms and shoulders going first as he moves atop the other man. Hands press to the bed on either side of his ribs, looming over his head without pushing him down as he kisses Keita hard.]
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The way he laughs softly at the growled response is muffled by the firm press of Bakugo's mouth to Keita's. He subsides against the pillow and brings a hand up to curl around the base of Bakugo's neck, kissing him back thoroughly, muffling a quiet noise of pleasure against Bakugo's mouth. They're both nude, now, and that makes it much easier for Keita to slip his hand down between them and take Bakugo's cock, stroking him in slow, steady rhythm as they kiss and kiss again.
When they pull apart, Keita's breath is coming a little faster, and fortunately for both of them the PA with the water bottles has vanished from their peripheral vision. Much better—much easier to focus on nothing but Bakugo, that way. ]
I can ride, if you prefer, [ Keita says, his voice low enough that it might not even be picked up by the cameras. It's a real offer, from him to Bakugo, not from the lord to his captain. ]
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A low grunt puffs between his teeth, cheeks rounding for a split second before it escapes. He growls into the kiss, eyes closing and brows furrowing as the man slips his hand between their bodies and takes hold of his dick. Precum spurts from his head onto the man's hand and smears in a slick film across his skin, making a mess as Keita grips and strokes him. He rocks his hips forward into his touch, starting up a slow, deliberately rhythm as his body kicks back into another eager round.
A few strands of saliva stretch between their lips, trying to reconnect their broken kiss in some strange way. Bakugo smirks at his offer, running over his preference in mind. Riding? Keita was on top of him last time too, even if it mostly his hips over his face. Having him actively bouncing on Bakugo's this time. So much for their roles.] Gonna crouch or kneel? I'll ram you into the ceiling either way.
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[ If he needs the leverage he can always change positions, after all. But first, Bakugo will have to let him up, because Keita isn't about to be the one to push Bakugo away—not when he's so very much enjoying getting to jerk him off like this, smearing precum over his skin to make the slide smoother and feeling the way Bakugo's cock twitches and throbs in his hand. ]
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Then move your ass. [Bakugo draws his arms back, hands dragging wet lines across the man's shoulders and back. He misses the lazy grinding of their chests and stomachs, but Keita's going to have to position himself. He could do it while holding him close to his chest... and miss out on a hot sight of watching him get himself angled and ready.]