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Marooned!

THE MAROONED MEME

When you’re stranded. When there’s no way out.

At least this you’re not alone.

WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?
1: Island. Surrounded by the ocean, shipwrecked on an island. Far away from any civilization.
2: Planet. Is it an uninhabited wasteland? A teeming forest, crammed with alien life forms? Does it have enough oxygen? Storms? Predators?
3: Moon/Asteroid. Low atmosphere, low gravity. You better hope that you have a survival pod where there’s enough air and heat.
4: Adrift. A ship on the ocean; a power-dead space station; a skimmer floating through the levels of a gas giant.
5: Oasis. Not quite marooned in the same sense, but you’re surrounded by empty desert, too far to cross. You might as well be trapped by the water of the oasis.
6: Cave. Again, not quite in the same sense, but something has left you trapped underground. Did you slide down a chasm? Suffer a cave-in? Either way, you’re down here to stay, for the time being.
7: Other.

WHO’S WITH YOU?
1: A friend. You’re in this together.
2: An enemy. Maybe war brought you both here, and war left you stranded behind. Could be that you’re an enemy in a more mundane sense: school rivals, an assassin and her prey.
3: Strangers. You were both on that boat for vacation, and now you have to survive together.
4: A lover. Some honeymoon, huh?
5: Other. For any other variation.

WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?
1: Food and water.
2: Shelter. There’s a storm coming. The nights are cold, here. Or do you just want a sense of security?
3: Communication. How can you get someone to come rescue you?
4: Predators. Something’s trying to kill you…
5: Escape. If you can just fix the ship…
6: Each other. One more hour and you might kill each other.
7: Injury/Disease. One of you needs medical attention. Hopefully the other can muddle through.
8: Other. Any other problem you can think up!

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It always made Blaine's day to see his lover's face change from warm to hot. The sentiment in his words was heartfelt, but it hurt. It hurt him to say and knew it would hurt for Matthew to hear, but there was nothing better to distract from that needed pain than the promise of a good dicking. The beautiful brown of Matthew's eyes went from shining with affection to nearly black with a carnal lust that made the blonde's heart tighten. It felt dangerous when Matt looked at him that way.

Blaine jerked his hands up to hold the jacket that was suddenly shoved towards his arms. His eyes crinkled with a super wide smile at that husky quality that entered Matt's voice. He had felt the growing boner in Matt's pants earlier, but he was sure it was most likely at full mast now. A throaty chuckle escaped him even though he was surprised to be swept up into the smaller man's arms. The feeling of being picked up never ceased to be novel to him.

"I don't lie about those things," he teased, but the last two words increased in pitch as suddenly they were moving. Not just moving but moving and everything was a blur so fast he was getting dizzy because his eyes were constantly trying to focus and couldn't. He clutched at Matt's shoulder with one hand as the other kept hold of the fruit out of habit.

Suddenly they were in front of the ship and Blaine tentatively put his feet under himself and got his balance back. He blinked rapidly for a second, "I don't think I've ever seen you move that fast."

His eyebrows were lifted in curiosity as he looked Matthew over, slowly backing his way towards the ship looking as innocent as could be. "I guess threatening to drain you of all your bodily fluids is an excellent motivator."

He looked oh so innocent. Don't those wide blue eyes sparkle with amazed naivety? Doesn't the slight tilt of his lips look so pure? The one free hand he had unbuttoned the front of his shirt because it was hot. No ulterior motive there at all. He felt something on his lip, that's why he was scraping the bottom one between his teeth. He backed his way up into the ship, nevermind how he could see where he was and not trip over anything.

"Come."

Blaine's lures were almost always a good motivator on their own, centuries of heartache and want aside, but with those in hand, Matthew was happily helpless against the invisible leash that was around both his heart and his cock. A leash that was tugged at the sultry look on Blaine's face, the way he bit the lip of his too talented mouth, and the commanding word might as well have come down from god - Matthew walked forward with the predatory grace of an Elder, skilled and experienced and oh so hungry.

His hands itched to get on that flawless skin that was peeking from between Blaine's shirt; his cock lunged forward with a twitch that spoke to how hard and hot he was, and he couldn't help the soft rumble of sound that broke from the back of his throat as they crossed the threshold into the ship. Matt slapped his hand on the button that would close the door behind them and used Celerity to step back into Blaine's space.

"Oh, I plan on it," he purred as he slipped one arm around his waist, cupping his lover's groin for a loving palming, relishing the growing stiffness he found there and stealing Blaine's lips for a hard, hungry kiss that consumed his attention, even as his palming hand worked to unbuckle Blaine's belt and free the cock he wanted to feel so badly.

His mind couldn't keep up with everything he wanted - He wanted to taste and feel Blaine everywhere, he wanted to be on his knees sucking or fucking or getting fucked and praying to that sexy god that they both worshiped in their own way.

His heart was definitely beating faster now. Blaine knew that look on Matthew's face very well and it was making his insides constrict with anticipation. He didn't spare a glance to the poor abused door button but was definitely aware of the whoosh as the door closed them in. His shirt was totally open now to expose the lightly tanned skin beneath. He manage to extend his arm out and deposit the fruit on a nearby flat surface before Matthew was suddenly there in his space.

There was a soft growl to his voice as he was palmed with an expert hand, "that's cheating." He was referring to the Celerity, but it could've easily been misconstrued as him protesting the hand groping him, distracting a few of the brain cells trying to fire in a direction that wasn't his dick. Anything else he might have wanted to say was devoured by hungry lips and promptly forgotten. Hands were undoing his belt, pushing down his pants and letting his dick pop free with excitement.

His own hands weren't idle. They were pushing and pulling at buttons, clasps, and dragging down skin. He inhaled Matt with his mouth and tried to taste every part of him with his fingertips. It wasn't until he was breathless that he finally pulled back, sucking in a breath through kissed puffed lips. His smile widened, a tad bit feral and 100% lustful as he pushed at Matt, to get him to take a step back. Perhaps a little hard with a dick in his hand, but once it was done he would fall to his knees like he had wanted to earlier. There was a cock he needed to reacquaint himself with again.

'Cheating' as though Matthew ever played fair. Celerity or the palming, Matt enjoyed the breathy, distracted tone of Blaine's word and the way his heartbeat jumped under the assault of the vampire. It fed his lust, his need and his urgency like a hit of cocaine. But Blaine had always been his drug of choice.

If they had been timed, Matt was sure they'd have beat the record for how quickly they could get naked but he welcomed the air on his chest and thighs and growled as his cock bounced out.

Matt felt like he was breathing Blaine into his lungs, the spicy undertones of sunshine and gunpowder, silk shirts and whatever lotion Blaine was using despite it being only their tongues that were wrestling for control over the kiss and he groaned in protest as Blaine shoved him away.

But the sigh of Blaine on his knees was worth every denied impulse and Matt swore at the first touch, be it mouth or hand.

"You're far to fucking pretty on your knees my love. I've dreamed of seeing you like this again and feeling your mouth around me." There wasn't a whore in the universe that could suck dick like Blaine, even if Matthew wouldn't acknowledge his heart equating into that opinion.

Blaine uttering the word 'cheating' was laughable anyway. Neither of them had ever played fair with the another. Not really. They had crawled into bed together and directly under each other's skin. Matthew had been a rebound that had blossomed into true love and affection. What Blaine was to Matt? Well, the blonde happily considered himself a vice the vampire could never give up.

A vice with a mouth that sucked better than any Hoover in existence.

Blue eyes rolled up, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, and his mouth curled up in a small smile. That small smile opened and a tongue emerged, the tip playfully running up the base of Matthew's cock along the big ridge there. Once he reach the end, his lips pursed to give the tip a little kiss. "I hope your dreams weren't only of my mouth," he purred, voice a low rumble.

He exhaled far more air that needed as he talked, letting the hot, wetness of his breath envelop Matt's cock as it pulsed in front of his mouth. One hand remained on Matthew's cock to hold it in place, but the other reach around to grab a firm hold of a nice butt cheek. "Because sucking you off won't be nearly enough to satisfy me."

And with that, Blaine took the cock into his mouth, sliding it halfway down before bobbing up. His eyes only left Matthew's face when he closed them, feeling every ridge and vein as he swallowed around the dick slipping against the back of his throat and beyond. He let himself fully enjoy the sounds, the smell, the grip of Matt's hand in his hair and the moans. He soaked it all in because there was no guarantee of tomorrow, so tonight he wasn't going stop until he had milked Matthew dry.

The curse was well earned - his knees threatened to go weak at the sight and hot warmth of Blaine's mouth, cock and heart surging with need. Blaine had started out as a vice and yes, turned into one Matt knew he'd never be rid of but the years apart had cemented one very real, painful fact - Matthew loved him. He'd never fucked with his heart, with anyone else and while he'd found and had great sex over his lifetime, nothing ever came close to this.

Either it was magic or love.

For a few long moments, he couldn't do anything but take it, relish in the pull Blaine's mouth demanded from his balls and fuck that wonderful mouth.

"If you don't fuck me raw tonight, I'll never forgive you," he threatened, cock deliberately twitching as if to get Blaine's attention as his hips pushed forward gently, hand fisted in his hair encouraging an upward glance. "And if I don't get to fuck you just as sore, the same goes. Its been forever. An eternity since my cock has been home."

It was easy to get lost in pleasing his lovers. Blaine loved the feel of soft skin covering the hardness of lust. The soft shifting of flesh under his tongue, in his mouth, and the soft tug on his hair was almost ignored. But the roughness of the voice would've brought a smile to his face if it wouldn't have interrupted his sucking. He growled in the back of his throat, sending vibrations over Matt's tip in retaliation for making Blaine open his eyes, even if he was perfectly happy to stare up into those brown eyes.

His grip on Matt's ass tightened slightly, holding him forward so the cock was fully engulfed down to the base. Then he swallowed and pulled back, sucking in breath once his airway was clear. A roguish smile took over his face then, and he rose to his feet. There was only one logical question to ask: "Which do you want first?"

Blaine tugged on his own belt, long fingers deftly unbuckling it and moving on to the button underneath. There was no way to safely unzip his pants sexily when he had a raging hard on and didn't wear underwear. He slipped a hand down the front of his pants to hold his cock down and let his lip stick out in a pout. If his voice hadn't been so husky maybe his "Unzip?" would've sounded cuter.

But probably not.

The growl over his cock made Matt shudder in pleasure, swearing softly at the way Blaine pulled him forward and swallowed him down. It made him want to shoot his load right there, empty himself down the blonde's throat and to hell with the consequences. Blaine was too perfect and Matt's eyes followed his as he stood.

It was sentiment that was cemented with the return question and Matt wasn't sure he could decide. It was like asking a kid to pick between their two favorite toys. Almost impossible.

Matt glanced down at the zipper situation, charmed by the cute way Blaine asked for it (because yes, it was cute, despite the sheer sexual lust rolling off them in waves), and did exactly as told, dragging the zipper carefully down as his dark chocolate colored eyes looked back up.

"You're the only person I've ever wanted to fuck me this badly, my love. I don't want to wait any longer then I have to." Nimble fingers helped the trousers off Blaine's hips and down, leaving Matt touching him with a soft, passing gentleness that wouldn't echo in the rest of their lovemaking, but said plenty on it's own.

There was definitely going to be a point in time on that useless hunk of a spaceship that Blaine would be faced with a bad life choice. In the moment, there was no guarantee he would remember not to lap up Matt's cum. He wasn't thinking about it at all. It was hard to remember the danger of anything more than blue balls when those dark brown eyes were taking up his entire vision.

As the zipper descended, the pout disappeared, replaced with the full force of his lustful desires. Matt wanted to be fucked and Blaine wanted to fuck him. While he may have preferred it the other way around, despite what his forceful personality would suggest, the blonde needed to fuck Matthew in the best of the worst ways. His eyelids dropped to half mast as he gazed down at his lover with the slightest cock of his head. His pants dropped around his ankles and he moved his hand so his dick could spring up, happy to be free from the confines of his pants but twitching to be confined somewhere else far tighter.

"Then strip," his voice was low as he did his best to ignore those soft touches. He wanted to press into them, but if Matt wanted it now, he'd have to save the diabetic gentleness for afterwards. Inadvertently, he had adopted the quiet, dangerous voice that brooked no arguments. You did what he said or suffered. "Take the lube and stand where you want me to fuck you."

Blaine stepped on the edge of his pants and pulled his legs out one by one, a vaguely awkward affair that he did casually before kicking the discarded garment somewhere else. He did it with practiced ease as if he knew Matt would do what he was told while it was happening. It was impossible for Blaine to not slip back into who he had become over the past half decade: a man who got everything he wanted no questions asked.

Even still, looking at Matt, there was a mischievous glint in the blue eyes. The question was should the vampire be wary or just embrace it?

There was no way that Blaine was getting out of this without getting properly and thoroughly used by Matthew in all the lewd and lustfully creative ways his mind had manifested over their many years of separation. The only thing that was going to stop them going at each other was if the life support system gave out and it seemed fairly solid right now.

The tone of voice Blaine had taken to made him impossibly pleased about his choice; there was something about it that made his shoulders straighter and made his cock stand to eager attention. Part of him wanted to suffer, wanted to test that fire, but the needy part of him subjected himself to Blaine and nimble fingers picked up the lube before he moved towards one of the consoles that allowed both for a wall and something to bend him over, should Blaine feel the need.

There was a bed upstairs somewhere, their quarters, and Matt knew they'd fuck their way up the stairs - for now, the cool steel behind him as he watched Blaine come closer was as welcome as a hit of opium - strong and something to starkly remind him of the reality of his situation.

"Yes /sir/," he responded in a cheeky tone as he settled in his spot, facing Blaine so as to not miss the magnificent sight of him naked and heading his way.

A magnificent sight indeed. Free from his clothes Blaine strode over to Matthew like he had all the time in the world. His dick led the way, bobbing heavily with each step until the tip touched Matthew's thigh. That was all that touched. Blaine reached up to run a hand through his own hair as he hummed. It was a soft, thoughtful noise as his eyes dragged from Matt's face, down his body, taking it all in.

He breached that gap of touch to pluck the lube from Matthew's fingers. His lips curled up as he used his thumb to pop the top open. "Hold out your hand," he purred, and once it was done he would squeeze out a glob of lube into Matt's hand. "Spread 'em and prep yourself." He flipped the top closed with a loud snap and took two steps back. "I wanna watch."

It should be a crime, looking as good as Blaine did. There was something about his hand through his hair that made Matt's knees feel weak in that silly, teenage girl kind of way. Mixed with the not so silly needs they both had, it felt like a dangerous thing that threatened to undo him.

His eyes didn't leave Blaine's as the lube was dolled out on his fingers, and there was a jumping twist of excitement in his stomach at the bold command. It was never the action that turned him on, but always the reaction of his partners when they were prepped, so he didn't quite understand how watching would be sexy at all, but far be it from him to question commands at this exact moment.

Turning around, Matt grabbed one of his cheeks and 'spread 'em', immediately grateful that only the wall could see his expression as he smears his lube loaded fingers across his hole, trying to press in as much as he could on the first swipe before pressing a finger into his own ass.

If he had normal body functions, he'd be blushing right now - this was a first and it was delicious. Had it been anyone other then Blaine, they wouldn't be here.

Leaning his forehead against the wall, Matt gave a soft involuntary noise at the sensation of self stimulation but the thrust of one finger was quick to turn into two as Matt bit his bottom lip and forced his body to relax around his digits.

After all, Blaine was quite a bit thicker then just two fingers.

Blaine didn't really feel like watching the prep was all that enticing. Having a hand in it was definitely the more fun of the two, but having this done to him a couple times before he knew the effect it had on him. Your imagination ran wild. Your body started to feel more sensitive even if it was your own hands doing the penetrating. You could feel the eyes burning over your skin and he had indeed blushed a little himself. He wasn't embarrassed, but he just felt hot overall even if he wasn't being touched by anyone but himself.

The soft moan from Matt confirmed he was definitely feeling those effects. Blaine reached down to grab his own cock, gently stroking it in time with Matt's hand motions. He wasn't under threat of going soft, but it helped relieve a little of the tension in his balls as he thought about what he wanted to do next. How much did he want to wait? Well, he didn't want to wait at all, but how much would he make them both wait?

Not very.

Silently he went forward until he could reach out with his left hand and easily reach Matt's ass. His fingers slide from the dangling balls to the entrance already filled with slim fingers and started to add his own. If Matt tried to take his hand away he would grab that wrist with his right to prevent it. "Keep going," he would demand, because he was thicker than two fingers, after all.

He was painfully aware of everything it seemed, the arch of his back, the chill of the air on his skin, the way his hole was being spread and the weight of Blaine's eyes but the sensation only really went over the top at the first nudge of a finger he didn't expect.

Lost in it all, he hadn't heard the skillfully laid steps and he twitched softly at the touch, fingers trying to automatically withdraw. The firm grip on his wrist and command that he not stop was.. exhilarating. His cock bobbed once eagerly in front of him as he growled softly, a sound that turned into a moan at the end as Blaine's digit joined his.

The retraction turned into gentle thrusts and it was sheer impulse that had him asking for another finger. "One more," he growled, half embarrassed by the request. If he was going to be a whore, then he was going to go big and take it all if he could get it.

Quite a beautiful whore he was, Blaine's Matt. He couldn't help but smile at the response. His finger moved at a slower pace then Matt's own, forcing friction between their fingers as knuckles rubbed together. Then he let out a low chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest when Matt asked for 'one more'. Instead of that he started to curl his finger forward to stroke that nice little a-spot with the pad of his middle finger.

He gave another hum, a smirk in his voice as he questioned idly, "Oh? Not enough?"

Then his pace increased, finger pushing in and out faster, his finger exploiting that bundle of nerves with precise glee. "Another? Or do you want something else, amore? Something a little... thicker?"

Matt knew he wasn't going to get it as soon as he heard Blaine's laughter but whatever he was thinking was blown out of the water as Blaine curled his finger, earning a sharp gasp of breath, head rolling back before rolling forward just as quickly with a rough moan.

"Blaine," he said, just as roughly. He had been going for a quasi-threat, but the button Blaine was hitting undid any ego or power he had and the moans that matched the speed of their thrusts, short and throaty, proved it.

The suggestion of getting his cock instead of awkward, however mind blowing finger made Matthew cave more towards begging than egging him on.

"Fuck, amour, Fuck me if you're going to," he groaned. Please.

Blaine's next laugh was less a sultry chuckle and more a happy exhale of sound. He didn't get off on his partners begging him, but it did warm his insides to hear it. Especially when he wasn't going for orgasm denial as his torture of choice.

His cock did a little bounce at the desperation in Matthew's voice when he demanded to be fucked. Demanded in a way that sounded suspiciously like whining. Blaine had to bite his lip to not laugh again. It wasn't funny. It was just obscenely cute. Cuteness deserved to be rewarded so Blaine let go of Matt's wrist and magically summoned the tube of lube back into his hand. He popped the top and poured a decent amount on his cock before tossing the lube aside.

"Have I teased you too much?" he purred. Blaine pulled his finger out of Matt's ass and stepped forward to press the wet tip of his cock against the entrance. He was sure Matt would gladly move his fingers out of the way on his own now. "Come now. Back it up as fast as you want to take it."

Because he was continuing on the 'Do it yourself' theme he had started here.

He was being torturous and he knew it - Matthew wanted more of whatever he could get and Blaine was the ultimate carrot on the end of this very sexy stick. He'd been good for so many years and not letting himself slip into daydreams about exactly this - not getting what he wanted would have been an almost physical pain.

Matt growled under his breath again as Blaine teased him and withdrew his fingers and if it hadn't been for the fact that it was replaced with a very slick cock bumping against him, he was going to go insane. It was only because of that promise that he withdrew his own digits.

It didn't take more than that one prompt to have Matthew pushing himself backwards, more confident in the motion once Blaine's fat tip pushes past his well worked hole and doing so with a gutteral sound of relief. Matt got about halfway before he pulled himself forward, moaning lewdly as he pushed himself back again, eager to take it all.

His pride had taken a backseat at some point; all he knew was that he needed to be pounded and fucked til his body took over and his mind blitzed out.

If there was one thing Blaine was good at, it was making good on his promises. The blonde's lip remained tilted up as he watched Matt impale himself. He let out a breath and tried to control his urge to shove his hips forward. Part of it was courtesy. He wasn't small and Matt hadn't been fucked in a while, if his tightness was any indication. The other part was him enjoying the view. Enjoying the shivers he felt around him as Matt could barely contain his desire.

"My eager little bitch," he purred, his hand stroking lightly over Matt's ass and slowly squeezing, encouraging the man to go a little faster. And then, because he really couldn't help himself, he bucked his hips forward a little as Matt pushed back that second time. Once he did it the once, he did it again, and again, biting his lip as he managed to restrain himself after that.

But only barely.

Matt grunted roughly, head lolling back sharply at the jut of Blaine's hips and the spot he hit with it. Yes. He didn't care about courtesy - fuck courtesy; if he was going to be a bitch and take it, he wanted to take it, and Blaine's following thrusts stirred the hope that he'd start fucking him like he'd been dreaming for more years then he cared to count.

"Your cock is the only thing that fits perfectly back there Blaine, you've been gone so long-" The last word drug out as Blaine stopped and Matt rolled his head forward as his hand curled into a fist against the ship's wall. "Fuck, you're going to make me work for it - asshole," he accused with no venom as he bent his knees enough to provide him a smooth rocking motion, back arching as he stuck his ass out and fucked himself on Blaine's hot length.

Blaine sucked in a breath and let it out with a shaky waver in his groan -also a low-key laugh at the complaints- as Matt fucked himself eagerly. There was no way he didn't like this. He had dreams like this that he woke up from and could have sworn they were real. Boner included. He bit his lip and relished the feel of it, the sound of it, the small whine in Matt's voice when he complained but was going to do what Blaine asked anyway.

He soaked it all in and basked in it.

Then he rewarded his lover with a quick snap of his hips. The gasp that came out of Matt got a soft rumble from Blaine as he put his hands on Matt's hips to pull him back into a position he liked. A little step that had Matt bent over the console instead of against the wall. A soft caress of a hand on the small of Matt's back to keep him bent over.

The words bubbled up out of him in a soft confession that sounded heart-felt and yet completely out of place. "I've missed you, amor."

Just a split second of tenderness before Blaine's fingers dug into Matthew's hip and he began to fuck the older man as hard as he was able because he wanted to. Because Matt wanted him to. Because he loved him and it might be the last time.

Being in control of as much as he was all of the time suited Matt for the most part but there was some part of him that relished being used in whatever way he could be; a lingering mental flaw leftover from Phoebe's torturous years that understood the freedom of responsibility in being used.

It was a release and the breathy sounds that Matt made as he was moved spoke volumes to that. His cock ached between his legs, mind completely wrapped around the sweet invasion behind him.

The words made him groan, one hand finding purchase on the edge of the console as the cool metal forced his cock down, tip rubbing back and forth along the smoothness as Blaine started fucking him. "Ahhhhh," he groaned out, sound vibrating with the thrusts that had his ass clenching and lifting to get his lover as deep as he could.

It felt like he could stay like this forever.

It was a gloriously familiar feeling he hadn't had in a long time. A wonderfully familiar sight graced his eyes as he watched the hips dance back as that fine ass took every inch of his cock. Blaine let out a long, low moan of pure pleasure at it all while he did his utmost to fuck Matt through the console he was bent over. He had missed the vampire so much and never thought he would see him again. It made him want to drag it out and enjoy it for as long as he could, but he already felt like he was about to explode.

Blaine dug the fingers of one hand into Matt's hip and the other tried to pull Matthew so he was standing a little taller instead of basically flopped on a flat surface. Once that was accomplished he could use the one free hand to wrap around the neglected cock bobbing between his lover's legs. His forefinger slid against that sensitive spot on the head where the foreskin attached to the shaft and he purred words in French against Matthew's ear, knowing damn well the effect it would have. "Je t'aime, Matthew." His voice was a bit harsher than he wanted it to be because of the vigorous hip thrusting going on, but it would more than do to convey his feelings.

"Always," he murmured, his hips slowly down from that glorious fucking to grind in agonizingly slow circles instead. He wanted to hold on a little bit longer, but even trying to do nothing by circle his hips the slightest bit was threatening to throw him over the edge. He pushed his face into Matt's neck to tamp down the orgasm he was right on the cusp of but only succeeded in moaning out the vampires name and exploding, cock buried up to his balls in Matthew and shuddering slightly from the power of it.

Getting worked open was good for the soul; Matt's back arched as he came up on command, hands finding a better, more supportive edge to anchor themselves on, and the sound that came out of his throat as Blaine's fingers found his cock was purely guttural, body shivering in violent pleasure.

The purred words were barely processed and somehow still loud in Matthew's head, mixing into the overwhelming sensations and pulling at something in his chest as his body, wantonly helpless, pushed back against the thrust and into his lovers hand in rhythm. One hand was spared from holding his weight to come around and grab the back of Blaine's head, fingers tangling into his hair and holding him near as the lean man proceeded to circle in him.

There was no space or thought beyond the pull in his balls and the feeling of Blaine's cock growing and throbbing out its load, and Matt came soundlessly, body tensing to bury Blaine further, hips twitching with the intensity. His vision had gone white and if Matthew breathed, he'd have forgotten how to.

It almost took effort to force his hand to uncurl from Blaine's hair, though it stayed around his neck as Matt curved his back, pressing himself back against his lover more sweetly.

"Je t'aime," he echoed back, voice husky and warm, rich from the efforts it had just finished.

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Marooned!

It's about to get NSFW in here

Ho ho, so very much

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