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"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."
image was everything in their profession. inside, in front of everyone where even the slightest side eye could make or break their career, reagan held fast to the assumptions people made about him and used them to his advantage. sometimes he came across as a bit of an asshole-- honestly, irony might not be the best way to describe it but there was definitely something amusing about the stark difference between the reagan most people knew on set and this version of him; and he was perfectly content being like this with chase-- for chase.
short, muffled grunts and moans echoed in his throat as the other model rolled his hips forward. his cheeks hollowed out around him, his lips wrapped tight, reagan was starting to look love (lust) drunk as his eyes started to glaze over with need. chase's praise had him eagerly leaning forward, trying to take the man even deeper, only to be held back by the hand in his hair. that's right. chase was calling the shots here. reagan didn't mind that.
leaning forward, tongue pushing out beneath his lips just for another taste, the larger blonde practically chased after the other's cock as he pulled it from his mouth; leaving reagan panting for his breath; a beaded string of saliva and pre crudely hanging between them, keeping chase's connected to him for a second before chase smeared it over reagan's lips with his thumb. "heh, take a picture. it will last you longer," he chuckled, his chest heaving with his breath as he leaned back to rest against the brick wall. "you taste good." reagan half whispered as he looked up at chase with a crooked smile. "really good... you're bigger than i thought you'd be." he teased with a slow lick of his lips as his darkened, blue eyes dropped to stare at chase's fat length. "do you think they've noticed we're gone?"
"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."
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."
#for science, of course
“While I admire your dedication to law enforcement, Prowl sir. I do have some…criticisms of your methods.” Proceeds to list all his crimes.
They are very silly to me. This is more IDW Prowl but his G1 design was easier to draw hugghsgds
I’m drawing the Rescue Bots in TFA style. Someone kill me. Now.
I never check for errors before posting so may need to come back and edit this later down the line. Slowly my “comics” are gonna drop in quality (even more than the no backgrounds or shading I have going on here) cause that’s the only way I can get them out at a pace I’m happy with
