Fuck Whatever Time Constraints They Had, For The Moment All That Chase Could Think About Was How Reagan

Fuck whatever time constraints they had, for the moment all that Chase could think about was how Reagan felt wrapped around his cock. Those plush lips and the fucking sinful sounds that were coming from the man's throat as he gargled and swallowed down Chase's load and worshipped the crown of his cock. "Oof- ah-" Chase winced as the stimulation momentarily became too much, grinning a bit as he tapped the other a few times across the face with the weight of his cock, snapping another picture as he let his stiff cock rest there. He'd cum hard but his cock was clearly not done with Reagan.

"So what if I did?" Chase's voice was still gruff, his orgasm heavy in his breath as he kept a strong grip around the base of his cock and stroked himself up and down. The breadth of his sensitive shaft's continued stimulation made a shudder run up his spine but that didn't stop him from leaning down and pressing his lips against Reagan's - unceremoniously pushing his tongue into the other model's cum-coated mouth. Chase could taste the saltiness of his seed, relished in it as he passed their lips together and swallowed as he drank himself down. His load on his tongue as his free hand stayed fixed on the blonde curls atop Reagan's head. "Get up and face the wall. I'm not done with you yet."

"hey, i'm just trying to make sure you actually get to finish." he joked. he would have taken all the time in the world if he could have. truly. it might have been a bit of a bitter outlook but reagan had noticed that whenever he was having fun on a job, or off doing something or someone he shouldn't have, a member of his team was normally close behind to remind him about his image and how important it was for him to save face. fuck saving face. right now he wanted chase all over his face. in a perfect world? he'd get the other model to paint the back of his throat with a warm load and then, without even needing to take a break, chase would turn him around and take him right then and there in that alley as if he were some rent-a-hole. he was only in a hurry because he knew he wasn't going to get the full extent of his fantasy but gods be damned he was, at least, going to get one load out of the other before they had to go back.

reagan continued teasing with his mouth, using his tongue to help apply pressure to the underside of chase's shaft, almost as if he himself forgot he'd put them both on a bit of a time crunch. in his defense, though, he was putting on a show. moaning under his breath, the sound vibrating through his mouth, reagan's eyes fluttered between opened and closed as the tightened grip in his hair gave chase more leverage to push himself forward with more demand; to push himself deeper.

sinking back into that almost delirious, submissive state of mind he was easily tilted back and pushed flush against the wall as chase used the angle to his advantage. with the phone flat against his face as chase gripped at his chin, reagan reached up to loosely hold onto the belt loops of the other's pants not to slow him down, but just to give himself something to hold onto as he was crudely skull-fucked; and even with all his talent, reagan still choked and coughed every few thrusts as the sharper, more rough onslaught of the other's cock ramming against and down the back of his throat bumped his head against the brick.

finally he was given his reward. rather than swallowing at first, reagan let what he could collect on his tongue and in his mouth as chase unraveled through his orgasm. with a shaky breath from his nostrils, he opened his lust darkened eyes and looked up at the camera. cum coated his tongue as he stuck it out between his blistered lips, more of it smeared against his cheek, as he let chase take one of the most honest pictures of him before finally swallowing. moaning to himself as he savored the way the other tasted.

leaning forward, he cruelly swiped his tongue over the swollen tip and wrapped his lips back around the other's head, sucking on it just to make sure he'd gotten every last drop. after giving a teasing bob or two of his head, he pulled off again and collapsed back against the brick. okay. maybe he liked being a bit of a tease. "fuck chase..." he laughed softly as he lifted his right hand to wipe some of the smeared cum from his cheek. "if i didn't know any better, i'd think you wanted that almost as much as i did-- if not more."

Rub your pretty boy’s bulge. Palm him so good over his pants then reach in but only touch him through his underwear. Start stroking him and teasing the head just like that, watch the wet stains form on his underwear. Such a pretty boy.

TOM HOLLAND for dir. Ruben Fleischer | UNCHARTED (2022)

okay but im really in the mood for “we’re both shitty people” plots like consider

you’re my sibling’s new spouse but damn when you kiss me it feels like i’m on fire

hi when i saw you at that bachelor/bachelorettes party i didn’t realize it was thrown for you or maybe i did and we slept together and oh shit you’re getting married in literally two days

my twin is dating you and i might have tricked you into thinking she was me just to get some but now i find out that you knew the whole time

why is this couple vigorously making out in front of us — oh shit did you just throw popcorn at them? and now i’m laughing so i look like the asshole that did it

you were the person my ex cheated on me with so i dumped a drink on you but turns out you didn’t know about me either and i came to apologize

walked in on my roommate and you screwing except i know you from class and i freaked out a little

i was hustling you in pool for money but you were hustling me for free drinks so who’s the real winner here?

i was swerving on the road but i’m not drunk it’s because i thought i saw a squirrel and you’re the cop that pulled me over except damn you’re hot, and you’re making eyes at me too

someone give me one or all of these, we good? we good.

"There's my guy." Jason praised as his stiffening cock was pulled out of his jeans; the warmth of Peter's skin and the heat from his breath raised the hair on the back of Jason's neck as he thought about finishing in those curls to give them a proper send-off. "You know I do, Pete." Jason leaned down and kissed his brother as the buzzer suddenly went silent, clippers discarded to push his jeans down midthigh, hand around his cock as he steadily drew his hand up and down to bring himself up a bit more. He stood up to height, all muscle and mass towering over Peter as he kept one hand on his cock and the other on those curls he was going to miss so much. "Open your pretty mouth; show your big bro how much you missed him today."

Peter's palm at Jason's bulge brought an elongated groan from the back of his throat as his eyes closed for a moment. Jason pushed in a bit, more reflexively than anything else; Peter's complacent gaze, his blatant and obvious emulation. "Yeah-" Jason cleared his throat, finding it suddenly dry, "Keep that up," his hand moved over the back of Peter's head to the freshly buzzed line as he pulled his brother's face closer to his bulge. "I'll make you look good, don't worry about that. If you're mine, I won't do anything less." Another pass brought some of those soft curls that Jason loved so much falling to the ground as he pushed his denim-clad crotch against his brother's lips.

Jason thrust into his brother's throat as Peter willingly swallowed down every inch of Jason's swollen cock. Hard and throbbing along the tarmac of the other's tongue, Jason's thrust turned more fervent and more forceful as he held a fast grip onto his brother's face. "Fuck Pete I'm gonna-" Jason pulled out as he started to reach his climax, orgasming as ribbons of his warm seed splattered across his brother's face and landed across those gorgeous curls that hung over the other's eyes. His load landed in spurts across the top as Jason grinned, missing those locks already as he rubbed the beading head of his leaking crown across Peter's forehead and into his hairline. With a sloppy wipe he brushed the other's curls across his dick before he tapped it a few times against his brother's cheek. "Phew- that mouth Peter. Fucking sinful." Jason patted Peter on the cheek as he committed the image to memory, peeling his own shirt off next as he let it drop on the floor beside them. "Take your pants off Peter."

Peter whined as he took as much of Jason's length as he could. His face was firmly nestled in the older male's crotch as he availed his throat to Jason. "Mmmm, fuck" he groaned against the other's throbbing length. As Jason continued to fuck his mouth hard, he moaned louder and louder. Peter could feel the contrast between Jason gripping him by his soft curls and then his buzzed hair in the back and he moaned. Peter had been incredibly defensive over his hair and hadn't let any guy bust a load into his locks. He anxiously whined as he knew Jason was getting closer.