RYAN GOSLINGSNL Promo (April 10, 2024)

RYAN GOSLING SNL Promo (April 10, 2024)

"Alright, fine, yeah, yeah, I'll be quick." Chase didn't lack stamina, but he wouldn't keep Reagan waiting much longer. If the other model wanted a fresh coat for the back of his throat, then who was Chase to deny him? Reagan just looked great down there. Perfect. Fuck underwear why wasn't he just doing porn? Chase watched Reagan through the lens of his camera as Reagan's tongue darted out to toy with Chase's swollen crown. Those perfect lips and that soft, wet tongue. He was liable to finish, blow a load clear across Reagan's face. Languid, smooth movements brought the grip Chase had on himself up the length of his shaft toward Reagan's lips before he twisted and brought the closed fist back then.

Another quick picture snapped as Reagan teased down a few inches, hollowing out his cheeks as the profound sound of suckling punctuated the space between them. "Fuck you're good at that. Don't be shy." Chase grinned as he pushed in a bit, not that into the teasing and shifting back to exert control over the other. His fingers tightened through Reagan's hair as Chase moved in again, this time pressing more of his length across the tarmac with greater force.

"Open nice and wide for me, lets get this fat cock you love so much nice and sloppy." Chase smirked as he tilted Reagan's head a bit and thrust against the back of the other model's throat, picking up into a sharper, harder tandem as his hips bucked back and forth. He'd already been close, but his hold on his phone loosened a bit before he took to using it in his hand to grab Reagan's jaw as he skull fucked the other against the brick wall. Happy to use the other's throat he cursed again, hissed under his breath as his thrusts turn more fervid and rampant. Chase buried his cock into Reagan's mouth as he spilled warm, ribbons of cum against the back of the other's throat. A few shallow thrusts brought his orgasm further along completion before he tentatively pulled out and smeared whatever was left across Reagan's cheek.

"Cheese." Chase smirked as he took another picture of his sensitive, stiff cock, draped across Reagan's fucked-out face.

"Fuck." Low and to the point, the breathy groan that pervaded Chase's lungs fell into the open air above Reagan's head. All hard muscle and strong hands, out of stark defiance to whatever differences persisted between them physically Chase thrust into the other's mouth. Glad to put the other in his place, Reagan on his knees was a sight and those pretty blue eyes looking up at him just did things to him. Needy and eager, parted lips that devoured Chase whole, swallowing him down even as the model thrust into the back of his throat.

He looked down at the other's subtle implication, they didn't have much time, and they didn't, but Chase didn't see the need to rush. Not just yet, anyways. He'd paint the back of Reagan's throat in due time, feel a little something extra every time the other model smiled for the camera knowing full well those lips were going to be red from Chase stretching them out.

"Nah. No way, I saw the photographer go into the bathroom with a few others, they're definitely in there still getting higher than the empire state." From the street Chase heard a car horn blare outside the alleyway, some jaywalker wandered out and the model looked long enough to see them flipping the car the bird as they crossed. Brazen fucking New Yorkers, walking into traffic and sucking cock a block from a crowded street. "You don't mind?" Chase asked as his hand curled around the base of his shaft to give himself a bit of a squeeze, he tapped the tip of his cock against Reagan's lips. His free hand pulled out his phone, "This get your dick hard or what?" Clearly it was doing it for Chase, he pressed the crown of his cock against Reagan's mouth. "C'mon, smile for me."

@hollowedstreets notes: starter for Dakota

The upcoming merger had resulted in a lot of late nights on all fronts, their legal time weren't the only ones working overtime. The dull throb at the edge of Alec's temple was an omen of an impending migraine if he didn't give his eyes a break. The firm had sent an intern over to do a tertiary scan of the documents and all these hours later it was just the two of them left. Tie long-loosened and discarded somewhere alongside his jacket, Alec started to pour himself a drink from the bar in the boardroom as he scrutinized the intern a bit more closely.

Sharp jaw, sunken brow, athletic build - it was like the firm was basically dangling the intern on a string. Alec would bite, he had a weakness for hard-bodied interns. Crossing a line immediately, Alec waited for Dakota to pass him by before the weight of a strong, dominant hand came down on the other's backside - giving Dakota's rear a firm squeeze as he did. "I can see why they sent you over." Alec set his drink down, "You're a hard worker. I like that."

Crossfaded, Harlan lay on the couch amid bottles and bodies that were strewn about. His brother knew how to throw a party, and despite what was throbbing through his system, something else was on his mind as he watched Adam lounging on the couch opposite him. He leaned forward a bit with his elbows on his knees as his smile meandered about the border of leering; dark eyes shifted for a moment towards his best friend, David, as the other man sauntered in from the bathroom and flopped down next to Adam and flung his arm around him.

"Sleep? No way bro. Night's just getting started."

"Yeah, you're not tired already are you? I thought we were going to have some fun tonight." David polished off the bottle he'd sat down with, arm slung across Adam's shoulders, bottle discarded somewhere on the floor next to him as he breathed heavily against the ear of his friend's younger brother. "Harlan told me all about your..." His free hand ghosted up Adam's thigh, sliding under the other's basketball shorts, "Sweet spot. C'mon, show me." David looked towards Harlan and grinned before he brought his leer back towards Adam, "He won't care. Maybe your brother will even watch."

Open to: Male (Cis/Trans/intersex) Prefer: Tops, character can have either cock or pussy depending on what you'd like Potential: Friends or family Scenario: Adam's having a house party for a small group of people and everyone's passed out but your muse and his. If you'd like to play multiple muses against him, feel free, but don't feel pressured!

The night had been a resounding success, and Adam was more than happy to know that once again, he was the king of house parties. The house he'd rented on his parent's credit card was a mess, but that wasn't a problem: cleaning crews were coming in the morning anyways, and as he sat on the couch as various guys slept around him, he turned to look at the other with a wide grin. "I'm surprised you're not passed out too. I've gotta admit, I'm starting to get sleepy myself." He yawned, torso exposed and wearing only a pair of loose basketball shorts as he leaned back more on the couch. "I'll probably go take a quick shower and then pass out. You should probably do the same, unless you're still that awake."

Jason felt whatever blood he had left rushing into his cock as the air was filled with the sound of Peter slobbering as Jason grunted. His cock was hard enough to cut glass, and as the older of the two looked down, he watched as his cock slid past those full, read lips before his brother's face was buried in Jason's thick den of pubes. "That's right, Pete, open that throat nice and wide for your big brother. Relax it for me." He pushed his cock in as far as it could go as he held Peter's face into his groin, shallow thrusts fucked against the back of the other's skull. Jason wasn't going to last long, not like this, but Peter was in a good mood. Then, after he painted those curls, Jason would breed that tight, little ass.

Peter did his best to nearly swallow the other's massive length. His eyes continued to water as he looked up at Jason. As his older brother began to quicken the pace, fucking his mouth, Peter let out a loud moan. His eyes flickered down to his prized curls on the floor then back up to Jason as he continued to bob his head back and forth, giving some friction to the other's movement. He took in a deep whiff of his brother's scent as his face was buried in Jason's pubes.

Dylan Sprayberry