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Mid-Fuck

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck! Here are some optional prompts, if you want 'em.
Keep going and finish the act.
Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
Have fun!

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[Ben loved riding Cassian, pressing the man down against the bed. He groaned as he moved up and down, his hands bracing himself on the older man's thighs. He groaned and dropped his head back as he moved. He loved the feeling of his partner's hands on his hips, squeezing and releasing...

Despite the age difference between them... There was no lack of desire, no waning of their sex life.

He looked down at his partner and grinned at him as he continued to move.]

Good morning darling...

[Cassian had no trouble showing Ben affection - especially of the intimate sort. Maybe his refraction period took a little longer to accomplish, but there was little other issue when it came to ... performance.

How could he not want Ben? How could he not want to share pleasure?

Sex was not the most important aspect of their relationship, nor was it the highest form of sharing intimacy, but he knew that he'd feel little embarrassment should the time ever come that he might need to speak to his doctor about a little ... assistance.

Luckily, he felt, they were nowhere near that yet.

Obviously, his body had responded beautifully to Ben even in sleep, and now that he was awake, he intended on continuing just that.

He settled his hands at Ben's hips, squeezing gently as he began helping the younger man move, hold him steady as he did.

A slow, deep moan escaped his lips as the sensations began washing over him fully, his toes curling every time he rocked up and Ben rocked down, taking him as deeply as possible, welcoming him home.]

I'm almost convinced that I'm still dreaming.

[Ben moaned as he felt Cassian's hands squeeze his hips. He kept moving up and down, taking it slow and steady for both of them. A lazy morning fuck. It was perfect.

He dropped his head back as he kept rocking. There was no shame from either of them in expressing their desire for the other. Ben would never judge Cassian if he needed assistance or time. He would continue to love the man endlessly.

Ben then looked at the other man, smirking just a bit at him.]

If you were dreaming, what else would I be doing?

[Cassian shivered slightly in the wake of Ben's moan, his grip tightening incrementally. Honestly, he couldn't have imagined a better way to wake up - unless it was to Ben's mouth instead.

In any case, he was very happy to spend a little time sharing pleasure with each other, starting their day the right way, just being together in general was one of his favorite pasttimes.

Cassian huffed out a chuckle which soon shifted into a soft hiss as he pushed his hips up, searching for more contact.]

Hard to s - say. I dream about you a lot. If I were dreaming right now ... I think you'd make a mess out of me, Ben. I'd want to watch you come for me - come all over my chest, my neck. Maybe my face, if you wanted.

Give me a reason to get in the shower.

[Ben moaned at the words, the feeling of Cassian in him. He shuddered and rocked down before pulling back up.

He nodded.

Ben wanted to give him everything, and so he would. He continued to move, before one hand moved to wrap around his cock as he began to stroke himself.]

[Cassian gasped and shuddered, but his grip on Ben's hip remained steady, the motion of his body didn't falter. Up and down. In and out. Again and again and again.

Although his vision was hazy - not from just waking up, but from the desire coursing through his veins - Cassian kept his gaze focused on Ben, his expression, the way his body moved, the way he stroked his cock just as Cassian had described dreaming about.

How could he not want this every day for the rest of his life?]

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