Adam smirked as he felt his uncle rut against him like an animal in heat, which meant that Cesar hadn’t had sex since the last time they saw each other which was pretty damn amazing. “Well, I was thinking we fuck on that heirloom desk. Belonged to our homophobic great, great, great grandfather and I want to piss him off.” said Adam with a lick to his lips. 

Cesar groaned softly, loving how devious the younger prince could be. “Oh yeah?” He asked softly. “The one with the mirror attached? Excellent choice, Adam. I love when I can watch us fucking together. You look so fucking hot in the mirror.” He whispered harshly, pushing his fingers into the underwear and began to finger Adam firmly.

“I made sure to get the best for my nephew. I have to keep him happy.” said Ares with a wide grin as he continued to pound inside the other’s tight, warm hole. He would never grow tired of fucking Jasper, he was sure of that. “would you rather me go get one of them to come in here and fuck you?” 

Jasper whimpered and groaned, rolling his hips into that gloriously thick cock. “Mmmh... Glad that you’re looking out for him. He’s very appreciative of it, I’m sure.” He purred. Jasper let out a gasp at the proposal, looking over his shoulder at Ares. “Well... I’d say yes only if you promise for you to both spit-roast me, double penetrate me, and both fill me with your seed.”

The alpha growled softly against the human’s delicious ass. He licked into the tight little hole. He was used to manhandling Aleksey. He was used to taking whatever he wanted from the Russian whenever he wanted, at least as long as they were safe. But he never got used to how much he truly enjoyed burying his face in Aleksey’s ass and his tongue in the Russian’s hole. He pulled away with a grin, licking his lips hungrily as he reached around Aleksey’s body to grip his cock and stroke him. “Finger yourself for your alpha.” He ordered, glancing up Aleksey’s toned back to stare up at his pretty head as he waited for the other male to follow his direction.

“There’s my boy.” He cooed as Aeksey got to his feet and started to undress. Scott leaned back, watching as Aleksey’s slender, toned body was bared to the alpha’s eager eyes. Scott was definitely getting the best views. Undoubtedly the very best views in the entirety of the post-apocalyptic planet. Scott grabbed Aleksey by the balls when the tease became too much for him, squeezing them firmly and pulling him back as he leaned forward to bury his face between his lover’s perky cheeks to kiss lovingly at his hole. “I’ll always save this perfect ass, Aleksey.” He murmured, rubbing his cheek against the other’s pale ass.

Hamish couldn’t help the automatic smile that curled his lips when Rixton so naturally complimented him. He wasn’t sure what they were, but he was settling into it quite naturally. The older man was quite a handsome devil, and had a magnetic personality to boot. “Well, I’m glad you think so. They’re for you. You might want to get them in some water.” He suggested with a flash of a smile before he returned the kiss to Rixton’s cheek.

It was just as well that Aleksey lost count. His ass was turning purple from the spanking that Scott was giving him, and it just looked that much better to the man standing over the supposed mob boss. Scott grabbed Aleksey by the hair and pulled him back up, growling softly into his ear. “Godly, huh? Then why don’t you be a good little bitch and worship your god?” He scoffed, flipping Aleksey onto his certainly sore ass and palming at the obvious bulge in his pants. “What the hell are you waiting for? Get over here and worship.”

Jace’s professor stealing credit for his own work had been something difficult to come to terms with. The first time it happened, he’d been young and naive. Believed Professor Yardley’s words about how he was still unformed as a artist and it would be better if his first official piece was something more “perfect.” He could see the manipulations for what they were but he couldn’t help but see flaws in his work that weren’t there, insecurities that kept him from doing much of anything. Plus, the fear of claiming his art which meant going head to head against a prominent artist. Who’d actually believe him.

Jace had been surprised the man knew who he was, let alone wanted to meet with him. Yet he agreed out of curiousity. He’d taken a seat at the cafe and waved the man over, shaking his hand as he invited him to sit down. “I’m surprised you’d want to meet with me. Don’t you usually deal with more…established artists?”

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Eric moaned loudly against the other’s lips as the cock pressed inside of his hole. He pulled from the kiss and leaned his head back in pure pleasure. Biting his bottom lip as he leaned forward and looked into his eyes. “Are you all the way in, my knight?” asked Eric softly. 

Thank gods that Mathias had thought to kiss Eric, muffling that loud loud moan. The knight smirked, watching as Eric dropped his head back. It was always good to see lover’s react like that. “I am, my prince. I will stay here until you feel comfortable with my cock inside of you. I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy this.”

Scott loved the sound of Robert’s laugh. It instantly caused Scott’s own lips to grow. “I really feel like we’re going to have to set some boundaries here. We’ve been messing around for months and I didn’t think the first thing you’d want to do when you found out your booty call was a werewolf would be to fuck him even harder.” Scott teased, ignoring the hands trying to pull his clothes off in favor of getting Robert’s off first. He groped Robert’s bulge, rubbing it through his pants before his hands slid up the other man’s hard abs, pulling his shirt up as they went. “I better not have to compete for you when we find big foot or aliens or something.” He taunted, leaning down to lick over Robert’s bared, defined abs.

Scott leaned into his older lover, keeping Robert inside of him as he rested his head on Robert’s shoulder with a grin on his lips. Robert never failed to leave him feeling completely satisfied. He felt full and loved and he wanted to stay like this for their entire trip. He hummed softly, his fingers caressing Robert’s collarbone. “Is all of it in Paris? What if we hit it really hard and see the list in a few days and spend the rest of the time right here, just like this. Because that sounds like a perfect vacation…” He mused, kissing Robert’s shoulder. “I mean, my boyfriend already flew me to France, which is the most amazing thing any one’s ever done for me. He makes me breakfast on a balcony in Paris. Naked. And lets me ride that perfect dick of his until we both got off. I could go home right now and be happy.”

Having Ryan’s vote of confidence certainly helped. Now if only there wasn’t a certain pressure between his legs watching the way Ryan’s muscles flexed things would be a lot easier. Scott looked down at Ryan once he had reached the loft, amazed that somehow Ryan looked even better from this angle. He grabbed the bale when it landed with what was clearly practiced aim and moved it against the wall where he could make an orderly stack. “Keep it coming, boss man. I thought this was going to be hard work!” He called down to the other man playfully as he waited for the next bale to come up. He could see how difficult this would be with just one person to do the work, and was impressed that Ryan had been doing it himself. He got distracted thinking about the hunk of a man straining to get all the work done, sweat glistening on his flexing muscles. He didn’t even notice the next bale come flying up and it ended up landing squarely on his stomach.

Ryan smiled as he and Scott fell into a regular rhythm. Ryan would make the hay bales and toss them up to Scott and Scott would stack them up. Ryan laughed and began to pick up his pace, knowing he could make these bales faster. “Oh, don’t worry! We got plenty more to go!” He called up to the loft. “You’re gonna be plum tired by the time this pile of hay is done!” He said, sending another bale up to Scott. Everything had been going well until he heard a peculiar ‘oof’. “You good up there, farmhand?” He asked, making sure Scott wasn’t actually super hurt.

Scott blushed a little, getting comfortable as he leaned into the siren that saved his life. Scott reached over, his fingers brushing along Ryan’s scales lightly as he listened to him explain what it was like for him. “It seems so strange to me…” He murmured, his voice full of awe. All sailors heard stories of the sirens but he’d never really believed them until now. “I won’t tell anyone. Not like anyone’s going to believe that the ship was attacked by beautiful half-fish-half-men whose leader decided he wanted to keep me alive and nursed me back to health. I barely believe it.” He teased, rubbing his cheek against Ryan’s shoulder.

Scott groaned as Robert’s hole swallowed him. He was okay with going slow. Robert couldn’t heal like him and it was obvious that he was not used to submitting to anyone. He was proud that Robert felt comfortable enough with him to offer himself like this, and Scott would enjoy it within the limits that Robert could handle. “Just tell me if I get too rough. I want you to enjoy it.” He cooed against Robert’s lips before he started to return the kiss. The young alpha’s hips started moving, building a steady pace sliding in and out of the older man’s tight hole and groaning with ever pull out of Robert at the way the whole squeezed down around him.

Adam licked his lips as he wiggled his ass even more, he loved that he could turn Cesar on with just a look sometimes. They had been doing this for years and the other always seemed to want him, he was happy the other hadn’t grown bored of him, but it was hard to grow bored of Adam. He always kept people on their toes. “I want to make a video of us fucking on every surface of my chambers.” said Adam with a smirk. 

Cesar growled hungrily as he kissed and rutted against Adam. The prince had his uncle wrapped around his fingers and could really request just about anything of him. “Every surface, eh?” Cesar asked curiously, sucking on Adam’s neck where he’d be able to hide it. “Which one were you thinking of first?”