OP is too horny apparently. Also, OP HAS BEEN REC'D. http://piikeisandaa.tumblr.com/post/119241018561/for-whomever-filled-this-prompt-in-the-dreamwidth
Artist has two accounts (this one is SFW, but his NSFW is the reason I filled this... such good art. No, shut up, I don't care about your lack of self-worth, look at this: http://wellthisisjustterrible.tumblr.com/post/112070978671/ive-noticed-that-ive-been-neglecting-them this is AMAZING.) and my dick has decided that I need to write more on the off chance there ends up being art of it.
Which is reasonable. Going from virgin to having a ton of kinks is probably supposed to be disconcerting. Armpits? Being tied up? Being fucked? Being bitten? Having a blindfolded and earplugged Tyrell eat Matthew's cum out of his ass? He wondered if Matthew had even told him who's ass he had eaten. Or maybe he guessed? Amiti and Reif were a bit more fastidious about their bodies, so-
And this is what lead to Eoleo jerking his dick in his cabin four hours after he'd been fucked--the possibility that Tyell had knows who's ass he was eating by Eoleo's fucking scent.
Well, that and Tyrell's rank loincloth with Matthew had gifted him, possibly to get back to his room since he had burned his clothes.
Eoleo was going to jerk off while sniffing it for weeks.
He'd been tempted to wear it actually. Mix their scents. He decided against it though, and instead picked a loincloth out of his dirty laundry.
He thought about picking one out as a cum rag, but... especially after Tyrell, he'd just eat his own. Practice. If Matthew and Tyrell ever wanted to go again.
To his frustration, neither of them approached him the next day. Or the day after that.
Eoleo was getting frustrated and a bit raw. Also a bit heady, in term of the scent of his bush. He'd been sticking his hands down into it and pulling them out to sniff in fingertips, or lifting up his arms and breathing in his own pits. He'd even bought shirts with long sleeves--ostensibly for the colder weather the often sailed into, but really because the plain cotton shirt he wore underneath it--with quarter length sleeves--would soak up his sweat.
All of it drove him crazy, and he'd be off to his room to furiously imagine what Matthew's dick looked like. It was frustrating that he hadn't even seen what was inside of him. What did his hair look like down there? Was he big? Were his balls heavy? Tight? Were his thighs thick?
It didn't help that he had no idea how built Matthew was under his coat. His pecs were surprisingly built and he remembered the trail of blond hair between them, spreading out sparely to cover the rest of his chest, reaching towards his pink nipples.
And his pits were short and light in color but so fucking dense. He recalled the feel of his nose in them. The cloying scent and the pressure in his ass, and Matthew's blue eyes staring at him. It had been too much and he'd spilled over, overwhelmed.
He also thinks on what Tyrell's pits--red and so fucking bushy--would smell like, or taste like, and how his own are denser and darker, and would he cum if Tyrell was licking one and Matthew the other?
It's a very trying four days. He might even start avoiding the two out of fear of popping boners.
Tyrell corners him on the night shift.
He walks up, all calm and talking about the weather, and then--
"So, wanna fuck me?"
Eoleo's head twist so fast it cracks a bit. The silence of the past four days almost convinced him it had been a one time only deal. Tyrell isn't looking at him, instead he's already taking his shirt off.
Eoleo can't bring himself to answer as he watches Tyrell shrug his top layer off, and his mouth goes dry, because underneath he's wearing a shirt like Eoleo is, except... this one is stained at the pits but even in the moonlight Eoleo can tell it's not just damp, it's discolored. And the shirt well, it's not much of a shirt. It covers Tyrell's pecs barely, and Eoleo can see the swell of the underside where the breeze lifts it up. Tyrell's entire midriff is uncovered.
Or it would be, if there wasn't red rope winding it's way around Tyrell's body, under his excuse for a shirt and into his pants.
Eoleo is very hard.
"Or I suppose I could fuck you if you wanted," says Tyrell, taking Eoleo's silence for something it's not. Then he turns and catches Eoleo's expression. He must see something because he grins. "I'd be okay with fucking you, but it would be a waste of Matthew's cum."
"His... cum?"
Tyrell grins brighter at his confusion, stripping his shirt off and showing Eoleo where the rope winds around his neck. It's not the pattern that was used on him. Instead the rope lifts Tyrell's pecs, and forms a long x over his abs reaching down into his red treasure trail. Tyrell's pecs may be hairless, but his trail reaches up past his belly button and spreads out over his abs--it's looks more like tyrell's bush just doest stop. Eoleo reaches out to trace the ropes buried in that fur, and Tyrell arches into it.
"Yeah," Tyrell says, a bit breathlessly. "His cum is inside me."
And then he drops his pants. He's not wearing underwear.
The rope circles his cock. His thick cock, which is shorter that Eoleo's but thicker, and the hair seems to climb onto the shaft. Tyrells' furry balls are also tied up, and the rope loops once around each of his thick thighs. Eoleo starts salivating at the hair, and the scent he can smell already coming from Tyrell, and the curiosity of what his back looks like.
He slides to his knees, buries his face in that bush, feeling Tyrell's cock brush his chin, and looks up at Tyrell when he inhales.
Tyrell's eyes go half mast, his pupils dilated, and his breath shaky. His body quivers and he pants open mouthed, reaching his arms up behind his head as if to show his pits off.
Yes--Eoleo thinks--yes, I'm going to fuck you while Mathhew's cum drips out along my cock. I'm going to bury my dick in your ass and my face in your pit, and when I cum in you I'm going to eat it all out. Other things flash through his head. Choking Tyrell with his dick, or with his hands while he rides Tyrell's dick. He strips off his clothes while thinking, watching as Tryell's eyes go wide when he sees the shirt he wears underneath.
He takes the shirt off and stands up to take strip everything else. He hands the shirt to Tyrell.
Tyrell practically shoves it into his face, closing his eyes and breathing in, his dick twitching with every inhale. He groans and Eoleo's newly freed dick twitches in return.
Tyrell's eyes open, and his shock and lust on seeing Eoleo's dick is gratifying.
Eoleo is in return shocked with, without preamble, Tyrell falls back, rolling, to end up with his feet in the air, ass up, hands clutch him cheeks open.
His crack is the only part of his ass that has hair, but it has a lot, even bisected by two ropes that come from his genitals. It smells different than the rest of him, darker somehow, when Eoleo kneels down to plant his face in those open cheeks.
He eats while listening to Tyrell groaning until he can taste what has to be Matthew's cum, holding the ropes apart the while, and then pulls Tyrells ass down to his dick. He watches his tip tease Tyrell's hole, his dick leaking precum as the entrance pulses open and shut. He watches it take his head, then looks up into Tyrell's eyes as he presses his entire body forward, leaning until he's buried to the hilt and can feel Matthew's wet load around him.
Tyrell's eyes are blown as he keeps eye contact. He looks wrecked, mouth open, face flushed red, whining as he take it. His dick is dripping, his nipples are pebbling from the nigh air, his arms are behind his head and the scent rising from them is so different from Matthew's surprisingly dark scent but the weird spicy must makes his dick pulse deep within Tyrell. He can feel the ropes dig into the base of his cock as he reaches his hand up to tangle with Tyrell's hands, and he leans forward and kisses Tyrell--the taste of Matthew still on his tongue.
It's his first kiss, teeth, tongue, and the fiant hint of semen, and his face still smelling of Tyrell's trench. It's amazing.
He pulls back, pulls his hands away, and starts fucking. He glances down at his dick to see the sheen of semen coating it, and then reaches up with his right arm above Tyrell, his other going behind Tyrell's head, and he forces Tyrell into his pit.
Tyrell moans louder, twisting his own right arm until Eoleo just need to lean forward to lick it--which he does--and the scent fills his nostrils and goes to his head like a drug.
They fuck like that, the slop of his cock and Both of their groans--Tyrell louder--filling the air.
And then Eoleo pulls his torso back, feeling his orgasm close, and rams his dick into Tyrell.
Tyrell shouts, surprised, and then moans long and torn as Eoleo continues to roughly fuck his ass.
Eoleo brings Tyrells legs to his shoulders, and uses his free hands to trail Tyrell's plaint body, tracing his dick, ticking his balls, winding into his bush, then up onto his abs.
He cups Tyrell's pecs, squeezing them, fucking shallowly, almost there, but trying to stave off orgasm. He pinches Tyrells pink, swollen nipples and--
Tyrll barks out a pleasured little shout, arching a bit. His eyes have gone coudly, and Eoleo draws his dick out until his head is the only thing in Tyrell.
He uses his thumb and forefinger to roughly pinch and twist Tyrell's nipples, draggin his own body and cock forward with the pull, slamming his dick in.
Tyrell shouts, his dick quivers, and then shoots, his eyes open but somehow broken in his orgam, his ass clenches up tight, and--
Eoleo has to clench his eyes he comes so hard. He has to wonder, hazily, if all his orgasms with these two will make him come close to passing out, as his dick pulses and fills his companion up, semen mixing with Matthew's.
The thought isn't a bad one.
He eats Tyrell out, and Tyrell cleans his lick off, and they kiss each other with the remains still in their mouths. It's sloppy, it's dirty, and it leads to Eoleo finding out that Tyrell's idea of a blowjob is burying a guys dick in his throat, not moving, swallowing, and fingering the guy until he comes, then pulling out so Eoleo shoots down his throat, in his mouth, and finally over his face.
It's a bit sad that Tyrell doesn't choke on dick, but it is hot to know that Tyrell while doesn't touch his own dick when he gives blowjobs he does like play with his nipples. And if he is playing with them he usually cums with the taste of semen flooding his mouth.
It's still not hot enough that Eoleo doesn't make him clean the deck.
Re: Getting with the program NSFW (part 2!)
Artist has two accounts (this one is SFW, but his NSFW is the reason I filled this... such good art. No, shut up, I don't care about your lack of self-worth, look at this: http://wellthisisjustterrible.tumblr.com/post/112070978671/ive-noticed-that-ive-been-neglecting-them this is AMAZING.) and my dick has decided that I need to write more on the off chance there ends up being art of it.
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Eoleo is a bit in shock.
Which is reasonable. Going from virgin to having a ton of kinks is probably supposed to be disconcerting. Armpits? Being tied up? Being fucked? Being bitten? Having a blindfolded and earplugged Tyrell eat Matthew's cum out of his ass? He wondered if Matthew had even told him who's ass he had eaten. Or maybe he guessed? Amiti and Reif were a bit more fastidious about their bodies, so-
And this is what lead to Eoleo jerking his dick in his cabin four hours after he'd been fucked--the possibility that Tyell had knows who's ass he was eating by Eoleo's fucking scent.
Well, that and Tyrell's rank loincloth with Matthew had gifted him, possibly to get back to his room since he had burned his clothes.
Eoleo was going to jerk off while sniffing it for weeks.
He'd been tempted to wear it actually. Mix their scents. He decided against it though, and instead picked a loincloth out of his dirty laundry.
He thought about picking one out as a cum rag, but... especially after Tyrell, he'd just eat his own. Practice. If Matthew and Tyrell ever wanted to go again.
To his frustration, neither of them approached him the next day. Or the day after that.
Eoleo was getting frustrated and a bit raw. Also a bit heady, in term of the scent of his bush. He'd been sticking his hands down into it and pulling them out to sniff in fingertips, or lifting up his arms and breathing in his own pits. He'd even bought shirts with long sleeves--ostensibly for the colder weather the often sailed into, but really because the plain cotton shirt he wore underneath it--with quarter length sleeves--would soak up his sweat.
All of it drove him crazy, and he'd be off to his room to furiously imagine what Matthew's dick looked like. It was frustrating that he hadn't even seen what was inside of him. What did his hair look like down there? Was he big? Were his balls heavy? Tight? Were his thighs thick?
It didn't help that he had no idea how built Matthew was under his coat. His pecs were surprisingly built and he remembered the trail of blond hair between them, spreading out sparely to cover the rest of his chest, reaching towards his pink nipples.
And his pits were short and light in color but so fucking dense. He recalled the feel of his nose in them. The cloying scent and the pressure in his ass, and Matthew's blue eyes staring at him. It had been too much and he'd spilled over, overwhelmed.
He also thinks on what Tyrell's pits--red and so fucking bushy--would smell like, or taste like, and how his own are denser and darker, and would he cum if Tyrell was licking one and Matthew the other?
It's a very trying four days. He might even start avoiding the two out of fear of popping boners.
Tyrell corners him on the night shift.
He walks up, all calm and talking about the weather, and then--
"So, wanna fuck me?"
Eoleo's head twist so fast it cracks a bit. The silence of the past four days almost convinced him it had been a one time only deal. Tyrell isn't looking at him, instead he's already taking his shirt off.
Eoleo can't bring himself to answer as he watches Tyrell shrug his top layer off, and his mouth goes dry, because underneath he's wearing a shirt like Eoleo is, except... this one is stained at the pits but even in the moonlight Eoleo can tell it's not just damp, it's discolored. And the shirt well, it's not much of a shirt. It covers Tyrell's pecs barely, and Eoleo can see the swell of the underside where the breeze lifts it up. Tyrell's entire midriff is uncovered.
Or it would be, if there wasn't red rope winding it's way around Tyrell's body, under his excuse for a shirt and into his pants.
Eoleo is very hard.
"Or I suppose I could fuck you if you wanted," says Tyrell, taking Eoleo's silence for something it's not. Then he turns and catches Eoleo's expression. He must see something because he grins. "I'd be okay with fucking you, but it would be a waste of Matthew's cum."
"His... cum?"
Tyrell grins brighter at his confusion, stripping his shirt off and showing Eoleo where the rope winds around his neck. It's not the pattern that was used on him. Instead the rope lifts Tyrell's pecs, and forms a long x over his abs reaching down into his red treasure trail. Tyrell's pecs may be hairless, but his trail reaches up past his belly button and spreads out over his abs--it's looks more like tyrell's bush just doest stop. Eoleo reaches out to trace the ropes buried in that fur, and Tyrell arches into it.
"Yeah," Tyrell says, a bit breathlessly. "His cum is inside me."
And then he drops his pants. He's not wearing underwear.
The rope circles his cock. His thick cock, which is shorter that Eoleo's but thicker, and the hair seems to climb onto the shaft. Tyrells' furry balls are also tied up, and the rope loops once around each of his thick thighs. Eoleo starts salivating at the hair, and the scent he can smell already coming from Tyrell, and the curiosity of what his back looks like.
He slides to his knees, buries his face in that bush, feeling Tyrell's cock brush his chin, and looks up at Tyrell when he inhales.
Tyrell's eyes go half mast, his pupils dilated, and his breath shaky. His body quivers and he pants open mouthed, reaching his arms up behind his head as if to show his pits off.
Yes--Eoleo thinks--yes, I'm going to fuck you while Mathhew's cum drips out along my cock. I'm going to bury my dick in your ass and my face in your pit, and when I cum in you I'm going to eat it all out. Other things flash through his head. Choking Tyrell with his dick, or with his hands while he rides Tyrell's dick. He strips off his clothes while thinking, watching as Tryell's eyes go wide when he sees the shirt he wears underneath.
He takes the shirt off and stands up to take strip everything else. He hands the shirt to Tyrell.
Tyrell practically shoves it into his face, closing his eyes and breathing in, his dick twitching with every inhale. He groans and Eoleo's newly freed dick twitches in return.
Tyrell's eyes open, and his shock and lust on seeing Eoleo's dick is gratifying.
Eoleo is in return shocked with, without preamble, Tyrell falls back, rolling, to end up with his feet in the air, ass up, hands clutch him cheeks open.
His crack is the only part of his ass that has hair, but it has a lot, even bisected by two ropes that come from his genitals. It smells different than the rest of him, darker somehow, when Eoleo kneels down to plant his face in those open cheeks.
He eats while listening to Tyrell groaning until he can taste what has to be Matthew's cum, holding the ropes apart the while, and then pulls Tyrells ass down to his dick. He watches his tip tease Tyrell's hole, his dick leaking precum as the entrance pulses open and shut. He watches it take his head, then looks up into Tyrell's eyes as he presses his entire body forward, leaning until he's buried to the hilt and can feel Matthew's wet load around him.
Tyrell's eyes are blown as he keeps eye contact. He looks wrecked, mouth open, face flushed red, whining as he take it. His dick is dripping, his nipples are pebbling from the nigh air, his arms are behind his head and the scent rising from them is so different from Matthew's surprisingly dark scent but the weird spicy must makes his dick pulse deep within Tyrell. He can feel the ropes dig into the base of his cock as he reaches his hand up to tangle with Tyrell's hands, and he leans forward and kisses Tyrell--the taste of Matthew still on his tongue.
It's his first kiss, teeth, tongue, and the fiant hint of semen, and his face still smelling of Tyrell's trench. It's amazing.
He pulls back, pulls his hands away, and starts fucking. He glances down at his dick to see the sheen of semen coating it, and then reaches up with his right arm above Tyrell, his other going behind Tyrell's head, and he forces Tyrell into his pit.
Tyrell moans louder, twisting his own right arm until Eoleo just need to lean forward to lick it--which he does--and the scent fills his nostrils and goes to his head like a drug.
They fuck like that, the slop of his cock and Both of their groans--Tyrell louder--filling the air.
And then Eoleo pulls his torso back, feeling his orgasm close, and rams his dick into Tyrell.
Tyrell shouts, surprised, and then moans long and torn as Eoleo continues to roughly fuck his ass.
Eoleo brings Tyrells legs to his shoulders, and uses his free hands to trail Tyrell's plaint body, tracing his dick, ticking his balls, winding into his bush, then up onto his abs.
He cups Tyrell's pecs, squeezing them, fucking shallowly, almost there, but trying to stave off orgasm. He pinches Tyrells pink, swollen nipples and--
Tyrll barks out a pleasured little shout, arching a bit. His eyes have gone coudly, and Eoleo draws his dick out until his head is the only thing in Tyrell.
He uses his thumb and forefinger to roughly pinch and twist Tyrell's nipples, draggin his own body and cock forward with the pull, slamming his dick in.
Tyrell shouts, his dick quivers, and then shoots, his eyes open but somehow broken in his orgam, his ass clenches up tight, and--
Eoleo has to clench his eyes he comes so hard. He has to wonder, hazily, if all his orgasms with these two will make him come close to passing out, as his dick pulses and fills his companion up, semen mixing with Matthew's.
The thought isn't a bad one.
He eats Tyrell out, and Tyrell cleans his lick off, and they kiss each other with the remains still in their mouths. It's sloppy, it's dirty, and it leads to Eoleo finding out that Tyrell's idea of a blowjob is burying a guys dick in his throat, not moving, swallowing, and fingering the guy until he comes, then pulling out so Eoleo shoots down his throat, in his mouth, and finally over his face.
It's a bit sad that Tyrell doesn't choke on dick, but it is hot to know that Tyrell while doesn't touch his own dick when he gives blowjobs he does like play with his nipples. And if he is playing with them he usually cums with the taste of semen flooding his mouth.
It's still not hot enough that Eoleo doesn't make him clean the deck.
Naked.