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Porn for Jay

Obviously NSFW (I think)

Lux belongs to me

Francis belongs to Jay

“They told me not to judge a book by its cover but I don't even know you and I'm checking you out.”

“Shhhhh!” Francis hissed, waving his sheaf of papers at Lux frantically as his face turned crimson. “Luuuux, this is a library, you have to be quiet!”

“Aww, come on Wiggles.” He laid himself out across the table, inconveniently sprawling himself across whatever it was Francis had been attempting to do. Francis couldn’t tell if he was posing on purpose if it just happened that way. “I came here to visit you and you’re being meeeeean!”

“The last time you came to visit you got me banned from the library,” Francis whispered. “Also you’re lying on my work.” Lux rolled so his face was inches from Francis’, causing more disarray on the once neat table top.

“I guess that makes me your work now, huh?” he asked with a smirk. Francis did his best impression of a glare.

“No.”

His head tilted to the side in a move that made him look more like a confused puppy instead of an adult man. Francis might have considered it cute if it hadn’t distracted him from the fact that Lux’s hand was now down his pants and doing sinful things to a traitorous part of his body.

“Luuuuux,” he whined, fighting to keep his hips from rolling up against his hand. “I have to finish this presentation before next month.”

“So you have plenty of time,” Lux murmured, drawing Francis’ face closer. He only managed some inarticulate whine before their lips were sealed together, the other man’s tongue sliding its way into his mouth.

“Nnnnnnnnn, Lux.” His protest sounded more like a plea, and he could feel his skin flame under his clothes. “We’re in public!”

“We’re the only two people in this half.” Francis could barely understand the mumbles as Lux seemed reluctant to let their lips part for long. He squeaked as his chair was roughly shoved backwards and the hand removed, but then he had the taller man clambering onto his lap, pushing him back against the uncomfortable wooden back, rolling against his hips with something very--

Oh God…

Francis’ head fell back, tearing their lips apart as he let out a long moan. Lux chuckled against his neck, teeth and tongue trailing downwards as his shirt was roughly pulled aside. Fear of the garment being ripped came and went in an instant as Lux rolled his hips incessantly against Francis’ again, a low pleased noise escaping his throat as he was met with hardness in return.

“Please don’t ruin my shirt,” he managed to mewl out between gasps.

Francis was having a hard time sucking air into his lungs as Lux leaned back far enough to pull the offending thing off of Francis’ body, his lips immediately falling lower as his thumbs circled Francis’ nipples. He had his hands over his mouth but it still sounded like a scream to his ears. He could feel Lux’s breath ghost across his skin as he chuckled.

“You like that Wiggles?” His voice made a shiver arc down Francis’ spine.

“Yo-you’re s-so mean,” he whined, arching up against the mouth that was trailing its way down his torso.

When Lux had torn his shirt off, Francis had lost his glasses so he didn’t see the other man move until he was pulled to his feet, deft hands making quick work of his pants as his mouth was trapped in another soul-stealing kiss.

He was left gasping for air when they parted, his pants roughly shoved somewhere near his ankles as he crashed onto his back on the table, sending more of his books and documents flying. Someone, he thought, surely someone would hear the noise and come looking.

Lux was between his legs, although the warmth radiating from his body was all the contact he was getting. The blur in front of him was impossible to interpret, and Francis didn’t have the coherency to guess at what was distracting him.

He sat up and reached out blindly for Lux, gaining a fistful of the other man’s shirt, although his tugging was doing nothing to draw the taller man closer. His hands were batted away easily as the other man pressed forward, knocking him backwards again as a warm hand circled behind his knee, drawing his legs apart.

“Now who’s the impatient one Wiggles,” Lux’s voice came closer to his head than he realized. His teeth tugged at the earring there as his hand resumed what it had been doing earlier under his pants. “You’re leaking for me.

The room was colder than he would have liked, even with Lux The Mini Heater touching him places he would rather not think about. His clumsy fingers managed to get Lux’s shirt open despite everything, and he ran his fingers across the taunt muscle before he slipped them below the waistband of his jeans.

The low moan in his ear nearly destroyed what was left of his self-control. He was alternating between panting and making high-pitched keening noises. Lux was doing something with his hand that was making him see spots, whispering filthy promises into his ear. Francis gave up and looped his arms around Lux’s neck, burying his hands in silky hair as he struggled to keep his voice down.

Lux’s free hand nudged at his other leg, tilting his hips more as something cool pressed up against him. Francis couldn’t help the sound he made at the shock of the lube, and Lux’s voice tingled down his spine.

“You’re acting like a blushing virgin again. Do I need to remind you to relax?”

Francis had a biting comment about how hard it would be for him to relax with Lux’s hand doing that but it was lost to a loud whimper as Lux’s finger disappeared inside of him, making his back arch further. Lux’s amusement was not helping him as a second finger slipped inside as well.

It was all Francis could do to not lose it right there; his hips rocked back and forth between the fingers behind him and the slick grip of Lux’s hand in front. Between the sensations rocking his body and the filthy promises Lux whispered in his ear Francis was losing his grip. Before he knew it the tightly coiled heat inside of him released, his hips snapping upwards as he rode the wave to completion.

Lux’s hands guided him through and back down, although they weren’t enough to distract from the warmth dripping down his chest or the emptiness between his legs.

Somewhere in his euphoria he wound his legs around Lux’s hips, so he knew the other man was still nearby, even though his hands had fled Francis’ skin. There was the tearing of something that might have been a condom wrapper, nearly drowned out in Lux’s husky whisper.

“You taste amazing Wiggles, I can’t wait to find out what you feel like.”

Francis was beyond caring who heard them, so he didn’t police the volume of whatever sound escaped his throat at Lux’s declaration. His mind was still in shambles as Lux moved closer, hitching Francis’ legs up more securely on his waist as his fingers slipped between his legs once more.

This wasn’t their first time despite Lux’s teasing, so Francis was used to the sensation of Lux pushing up and into him, although he couldn’t help the slight sound of discomfort at the stretch. It had been over a month since they had been together like this, he was honestly surprised Lux had waited so long to hunt him down.

Lux’s hips rolled cautiously up against his, testing his speed. Francis mewled, both desperate for him to move faster and also slow down so he could get his bearings.

“How does that feel Wiggles?” ghosted across his skin. “Fuck I missed you.”

Francis’ eyes flew open even though they served him no purpose. This was new, not the sex where Lux went sex followed, but he had never admitted to missing Francis before. People tended to not miss casual booty calls.

He was left gasping at a particularly well-aimed thrust, feather light fingers trailing across hardened flesh as his body reacted. His gasp turned into a strangled moan as the fingers tightened around him again, his own harshly gripping whatever they could wrap themselves around as he lost himself in the other man.

Not even the sultry voice promising pleasure and sweet nothings could keep him grounded as Lux’s pace increased, Francis grinding his hips down to meet every thrust as they moved together. Whatever sound Lux made as he came was lost with Francis as he fell over the edge again, Lux fusing their mouths together at the last second.

Francis fell back as his arms lost their strength, the pain of his head hitting the table barely registered as he panted, lungs burning from the lack of air. He could feel Lux so close above him, warmth curling through his body even as he slipped out and stood up straight.

“You good?” he asked, his voice considerably lower than it had been when he arrived.

“I--uh…” Francis took a minute to get enough air in his lungs before he tried speaking. “My glasses are missing.” Instead of a reply, Francis heard shuffling sounds until Lux’s hand touched his own, wrapping his fingers around the wire frames that let him see.

By the time his eyes had readjusted Lux had disposed of the used condom, running a hand through his mused hair. A bag he hadn’t notice Lux holding when he arrived was sitting on the desk, and Lux shuffled through it until he came up with a towel, which he sheepishly handed over so Francis could clean himself up. It was softer than he expected, and he used it to wipe his chest of while Lux hunted around for the rest of their clothes.

Francis was just shifting his pants back into place when Lux held out Francis’ shirt, his own still lost in the mess they had made. He turned his back so he could get dressed, fighting back the blush that threatened to cover his face. He wasn’t sure where the sudden shyness came from, but he could hear Lux shrug back into his clothes and was glad he couldn’t see that body anymore. It was too much of a distraction, and he had something he needed to know.

“Did you mean it?” he asked shyly, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. He could feel curious eyes on his back, but didn’t have the heart to turn and face them. “Mean what?”

“That you missed me.” The chuckle was all the warning he got before a heavy arm was slung across his shoulder.

“Of course I missed you Wiggles,” he said, dropping a quick kiss on his cheek. “Why, didn’t you miss me?”

“I-I, of course I did.” He ducked in an attempt to hide his blush. “I just didn’t think… I mean… we’ve never, you know--“ He waved his hand as if that could explain it. From the look on the other man’s face, he wasn’t doing a good job.

“We’ve neverrrrrrrrrr…?” Lux rolled the sound as he dragged it out, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Like, dated,” Francis stated finally.

“Oh.” They stared at each other for a long second before Lux blinked rapidly. “You mean, like, dinner?”

“Yeah,” he agreed lamely.

“Soooo.” Lux blinked owlishly at him. “Do you want to go out to dinner then?”

“Now?” Francis squeaked, blush rising. Lux just shrugged.

“I mean I just fucked you up the ass, I might as well buy you dinner, right?”

“Luuuuuuux!” Francis whined. “You ruined it!” Lux just laughed in response, and Francis found the smile to be contagious.

“So, dinner then?” Lux managed once his laughter subsided. Francis glanced ruefully at the mess that had been made of his presentation and figured he could always clean it up later.

“I would like that.”

Porn for Jay - 2

Obviously NSFW (I think)

Ven belongs to me

Mei belongs to Jay

It started out innocently enough, but then again everything in her life started out innocently enough and ended up somewhere on the opposite end of the spectrum. Her modeling job, relationships, dates, everything she did it seemed somehow went from kissing teddy bears to making out in the hall closet. Movie nights with Ven started the same way.

She liked Ven, she really did. She was sweet and unobtrusive, she did her work and then left. Mei wasn’t sure about dating people from work, it had always felt unsteady to her, and especially after what happened the last time she was on her guard, but Ven was different.

Ven had her own things, her own life to worry about. Not that she didn’t care about Mei, because she did, if the coffees and reassuring hugs and “I know you can do it”s were anything to go by. But Ven cared enough not to push where Mei pulled away and, for the first time in a long time, Mei found herself wanting to step forward.

But she was, as usual, at a total loss on how to proceed. It’s not like she could just walk up to Ven and say “Hey I kind of want us to have sex”, especially since the one time things had gotten remotely steamy between them before, Mei was the one who backed off.

It was their usual Sunday movie night, except Mei had been loading them up with those cheesy romcoms and Ven hadn’t been keeping her hands to herself. It wasn’t a problem until the popcorn bowl was empty and overturned on the floor, and Mei had found herself tangled up with Ven, both of their hands in places they really shouldn’t have been on a work night.

It wasn’t until Ven had her hands up Mei’s shirt that she had remembered the last time she had been there, with another girl whose voice was nothing but honey and sweet nothings and lies.

Ven wasn’t her, wasn’t a reporter out to sell the biggest secrets to the highest bidder, but Mei still couldn’t bring herself to go any further with it, and Ven had been nothing but obliging about it. The next week Mei had popped in one of those generic action/adventure movies and Ven kept her hands above Mei’s shoulders the entire time.

Mei wasn’t sure what she wanted yet, she was almost certain if she asked for sex she would get it (almost because there were times when Ven could be highly unpredictable), though she still hadn’t decided if that was what she wanted.

Ven seemed, as usual, completely oblivious to Mei’s inner turmoil. Neither one of them had a movie picked so they had relied on Netflix to recommend them one based on their previous interests. It seemed decent enough, but Mei was having a hard time focusing on it due to the overbearingly attractive person sprawled out next to her on the couch.

“You’re staring at me,” Ven said softly, eyes never leaving the screen. Mei made one of those embarrassingly obvious oh shit I’ve been caught noises.

“Am not,” Mei defended. Ven just raised an eyebrow and lolled her head to the side so she could stare right back.

“You haven’t been paying any attention to the movie since Leo came on,” Ven pointed out. She had, Mei noticed miserably for the millionth time, the most amazing blue eyes. They couldn’t be real, she had decided one day, but had yet to figure out how Ven was faking them. “And I can see you watching me.”

Mei stuck her bottom lip out in a pout as Ven grinned at her defeat. Before she could convince herself out of it, Mei swung her body over Ven’s, settling down on her hips as she sealed their lips together in a kiss.

Ven’s hands had grabbed her hips out of instinct to help keep her steady, her fingers splayed across Mei’s sides and back as Mei’s hands cupped her jaw, tilting her head up so she could deepen the kiss. She could feel the blush rise on her cheeks as Ven’s fingers flexed, her grip loosening so she could slowly trail her hands down across Mei’s thighs.

Mei had to pull away so she could get air into her lungs, Ven took the opportunity to turn her head and draw one of Mei’s fingers into her mouth before she pulled back further, her fingers digging into Mei’s thighs.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” she asked, leaning her head back against Mei’s hands once she’d flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“Absolutely nothing,” Mei gasped out before she could stop herself. “I’m not wearing any.” She rushed forward and pressed their lips together again before Ven’s reaction could steal her nerve. Ven kissed back with equal fervor, her hands sliding back up to Mei’s sides, catching the bottom of her shirt as they slowly ascended her body.

It took Mei longer than it should have to remember that, oh right, she wasn’t wearing a bra and, oh right, she wasn’t exactly ready to be 100% naked yet. It was a struggle, but she managed to tear her lips away from Ven’s long enough to speak.

“Wait.”

It took a second for the word to register, but Ven’s hands froze somewhere around her ribcage, fingers pressed into her skin. Ven’s eyes were closed, but after a moment she opened them slowly, and blinked owlishly at Mei in question.

“If we, ah, we um, do this.” Mei could feel her face turning redder the more she spoke. “Can I… keep my clothes on?” Ven’s head tilted to the side, sort of like a confused puppy. A ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“You want to have sex, but keep your clothes on?” Ven asked, voice heavier than Mei remembered.

“I-if that’s okay… I mean, I would feel more comfortable, so…” The tug turned into a full blown smirk as Ven’s eyes trailed down from Mei’s face, along her body to stop at her skirt, which was horribly askew. Mei was suddenly reminded with vivid clarity of her declaration not five minutes before. She didn’t think it was possible for her face to get any redder, but by the time Ven’s eyes made it back to her own, she felt like she would just about burst into flames.

“Sure,” Ven said finally.

“S-sure?” Mei couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice. Ven managed a shrug.

“I’ve seen you in nothing but bras and panties for most of our relationship,” she pointed out, causing Mei to hide behind her hands in embarrassment. “I’ll just use my imagination to fill in all the gaps.”

“You’re awful,” Mei whined pitifully.

She had her eyes covered so she wasn’t at all prepared for Ven to move, neatly rolling Mei back onto the couch while Ven propped herself up beside her, one arm along the back of the couch for support while the other traced down across her stomach, neatly adjusting her skirt before sliding underneath between her thighs.

“A-are you positive?” Mei managed to gasp out, unconsciously widening her legs as Ven trailed her hand along them, down almost to the hem of the skirt and back up, leaving her skin to skip across to the other. “I can at least take the skirt off…”

“No, it’s fine,” Ven said against her collarbone. “I think I can manage without seeing it.” Mei let out a breathy chuckle.

“Aren’t you a little cocky?”

Ven’s fingers trailed back across her crotch, this time pressing down and sliding down the length of her slit. Mei couldn’t help the whimper that escaped from her throat, and the self-satisfied smirk on Ven’s face wasn’t doing much to help. Ven’s fingers trailed back up, this time she took the time to slide two of her fingers across Mei’s clit.

“他妈的!” Mei’s hips rocked off the couch as she was left gasping. She couldn’t control it as she surged forward, a vain attempt to get Ven to fucking do something, but the blonde was already gone, her hand back to trailing across Mei’s thighs.

“你要我摸你吗？还是舔你吗？我可以尝你, 好不好？” The question breathed against her ear made Mei moan, regardless of what the meaning implied.

She had no response, her breathing heavy as Ven continued to tease, gently sliding her lips across Mei’s jaw as her fingers refused to give Mei any sort of reprieve. Mei reached one hand around Ven’s back, knotting her fingers in the collar of the other’s shirt. Her other hand she reached behind her to tangle her fingers with Ven’s in a fruitless attempt to help ground herself.

“美灵,” Ven cooed against her, tongue teasing along her ear before she tugged on it with her teeth. “你必须选择.” Her fingers traced a path back up Mei’s thigh, ghosting along her just enough that sensation only increased her desire instead of satisfying it.

“阿,” She was so worked up that she was finding it difficult to get enough air in her lungs to respond. “摸…摸我.” Ven hummed against her ear, fingers trailing back down across her lips, never dipping inside, and Mei bucked up against them in protest.

“在哪里？” Mei could feel Ven’s smirk against her skin, so she tightened her grip on the back of her neck in protest.

“你知道! ” Mei gasped, turning her head to lock their eyes again. Ven’s smirk only grew, causing another blush to race across Mei’s face.

“好.” Was all the warning she gave before she leaned in and covered Mei’s lips with her own, the surprisingly gentle kiss threw her off guard enough that she wasn’t focused on Ven’s fingers until one of them slid inside of her, curling against her as her hips rolled against them. The mouth over hers managed to swallow most of the sound that left her throat.

Mei had to tear their lips apart so she could breathe, she was left sucking air into her lungs like she had was drowning as Ven peppered soft kisses along her jaw and throat, her hand under Mei’s skirt teasing along her folds as she slowly slid her finger in and out of Mei’s body.

Mei hadn’t stopped to think that Ven, who worked with her hands all day, would be an expert at using her fingers for more than jewelry making. Somehow, she couldn’t make herself mind.

The soft chuckle that sent shivers racing down her spine was less condescending and more amused; Ven had her eyes fixed on Mei’s face, although Mei couldn’t bring herself to meet her eyes for longer than a few seconds.

She was panting and on edge even before Ven added a second finger; they were longer and slid deeper than Mei had ever managed before, eliciting another moan from her. The hand she had wrapped around Ven she moved, using the circle around her throat to drag her in for another kiss, Ven’s body shifting to accommodate the change in position.

Mei let out a whimper as Ven sped up, curling against her walls in search while she used the others to tease along her folds, her thumb circling Mei’s clit but never actually touching it.

Ven was keeping her eyes above Mei’s chest, not that she could see much through the t-shirt that clung to her dewy skin, but the intense regard of her expressions wasn’t helping Mei’s state of mind, not when every cry of ecstasy made Ven’s eyes light up with either pleasure or victory, Mei really couldn’t tell.

Ven arched forward suddenly, driving her fingers deeper inside of Mei as she brushed against something that caused her to arch up off the couch, her mind washed out with pleasure as she cried out, whatever words she had been attempting to say slamming into each other and getting lost.

Ven’s lips were back against her jaw, fingers moving faster as she drove Mei higher and higher, dancing both inside and out of her body until she was lost to the torrent of sensations that rocked her and sent her spiraling out of awareness.

Mei was distantly aware of Ven, still pressed against her, hands carrying her through until she came back down to Earth. Her entire body was tingling with euphoria, even if her lungs were burning as she panted for air. Ven shifted back off of her, reclining next to Mei as she pressed gentle kisses along her collarbone. Their hands were still tangled together and Mei couldn’t help the sound she made as Ven’s fingers slipped out of her body.

Ven pulled her head away long enough to pop them in her mouth, and Mei let out an involuntary moan that she didn’t have enough air for. Once she remembered how to speak she turned her head weakly to stare at the blonde.

“Okay then,” she managed between heavy breaths. “My turn.”