I Need Him Begging For Forgiveness On It

FELLOW HAPPY TRAIL ENTHUSIAST, THOUGHTS ON THE GREY IN THE BURLY BEAST'S HAPPY TRAIL

do i appreciate sunlight. do i love the sound of birds in the morning. is the thought of milking that old man like a cow one that haunts me often.

Wanna do some heavy breathing with him

(yes I made a Tiktok just for this edit)

Sometimes words are not enough and I gotta convey my thoughts with these.

OKAY BUT 🤝

I don’t even know how to word it, but genuinely there’s just something very hot about it to me. NEED that man to kiss me and trail his hands across my skin and leave traces of it across my skin. Different but similar kind of marking adjacent to hickeys. To me.

(And this isn’t even getting into the bonus points of FRITZ covered in blood.)

fuckkkk him trailing his hands across my skin and painting my body with blood

(santa voice): who tf asked for a big fat guy ??

[pillowfort] [twitter]

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

oh to be held in someone's lap while they edge me and coo in my ear about how pretty i look when i'm desperate like this

Merry Christmas

Distraction

You were meant to be helping him with research on something, but that couldn't be further from your mind now as he breaks from the kiss just to trail his lips to your neck.

Blood from whatever distant memory of a procedure you'd been doing coats his forearms, stains the fabric of your shirt as his palms shift and press to hold you firmer in his embrace, and oh you can't get enough of the weight of his hands against you. You can't hide the moan that's pulled from you when his palms shift under the fabric to press against your skin, you can feel the way he grins against the skin of your neck.

His low, proud laugh is cut with a gasp when he feels your lips tease along his collarbone, and it takes everything you have to keep your knees from giving out when you catch the wavering sigh of a moan he presses into your shoulder as you press your body firmer against his. It's hard to know whether you card a hand through his hair or his palm presses against the small of your back first, but the heat of the kiss you meet each other in is one outright consuming.

If whatever the two of you'd been hoping to research wasn't gone from your minds before, it's completely cast aside now. This is far more enticing, and you're more than eager to lose yourselves to it properly.

I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.

His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--

His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.

me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need: