[ weed on eddie munson is like mud in the rain - a solidified fact. he's going to have it on him, but gator's past caring. the way the sheriff handles drugs is... lax, needless to say, so when gator climbs in after eddie, it's not on his mind. he's not here to arrest eddie, he's here to fuck his brains out. it's been a want since the moment he saw him - tight ass covered in ripped, torn denim. a tease, leather and hips. gator slams the doors shut, then climbs over to eddie on his hands and knees.
his spine bends as he leans on his hands, kissing eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. his hand slithers up his chest, pushing him backwards. he climbs on top of him, pelvis to pelvis again, gator's cock stiffening at the friction. they could dry hump, most definitely, but gator's in the mood to make eddie come load after load. he kisses his jawline, then his throat. ]
That's it, sugar. Lemme take care of it.
[ he cups eddie through his jeans, massaging, feeling his hot thickness. gator bites his bottom lip, their cocks gently rubbing through their clothes. ]
[There's that brief moment when Gator shoves him in the back of the van where Eddie worries that this is a ruse. This'll be the time Gator gets him; this'll be the end of their playing because he's got a fucking quota or something to make. But Gator slams the doors and turns on him and Eddie knows he's escaped that arm of the law just one more time.
He moans into the kiss, leaning back when Gator pushes him. Sprawled out, torso propped up on his elbows Eddie feels himself getting harder in his jeans with Gator's every move.]
Please. Please...
[In between kisses, in between their hips moving together. But fuck, Gator's kissing along his throat, rubbing him through denim and it's one of the best hookups Eddie gets. He moans, already leaking for his partner. They're here so Eddie can ride Gator's cock but goddamn the lead up is nice.]
[ playing with fire always leads to burns. gator knows that it's against the law, what he's doing, but he believes that he is the law - his last name, the way he wears it proudly, the badge and gun apart of what makes him him. eddie is merely a good fuck, a sex toy, a plaything that gator can drain his balls in whenever he feels like it. it's dangerous, what they're doing, but gator can't resist it. their cocks rub, and gator grunts, impatient. he opens eddie's fly and frees him through his boxers, leaning down to take the head of it into his mouth.
he sucks against eddie's cock, head bobbing up and down, sloppy tongue flicking the slit before he takes in more. his hands open eddie's legs further, parting his thighs, gator's torso slipping down. he takes eddie's cock back into his mouth, fingers cupping his balls and squeezing. a moan escapes, one that gator doesn't hold back, two fingers playing at eddie's hole while he takes his cock down deep. he doesn't gag, instead he angles his jaw, taking eddie's cock into his cheek and giving it a firm, thick swallow. he pulls off for a moment, lips pink and wet. ]
You taste s'fuckin' good.
[ again, gator opens eddie's thighs wider. he licks his bottom lip, pulling eddie's jeans all the way down and off of his legs. he then grabs the elastic waist of the boxers, yanking them until they tear, revealing every inch of eddie in his glory. gator groans, hands wandering before he kisses eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. ]
[Maybe it's against the law but Gator is the law, at least for now. It'll get them in trouble one of these days for sure. But that day isn't today; all they have to worry about today is if Eddie's brought enough lube for everything Gator wants to do to him.
Fuck. He hopes so.
Gator's starting with spoiling him too, taking Eddie into that talented, wicked mouth. Eddie loves the way he sucks cock: focused, thorough, with a touch of meanness now and then. Eddie's head falls back as Gator teases his slit, a moan escaping him. One hand finds Gator's hair out of reflex but he forces the touch to his cheek instead; can't take too much liberty with the slicked back style. But fuck if he doesn't want to just hold on, especially when Gator swallows.]
Ohβ oh yes, fuck, please...
[Then Gator practically strips him; the way he literally rips Eddie's boxers off makes Eddie leak, cock twitching with his excitement. It's so fucking hot. Gator's dangerous and one of these days Eddie's going to run into his bad side but he's so fucking sexy that Eddie can't even care.
He starts to shrug out of his jacket when Gator interrupts him with a kiss; Eddie's hands flutter uselessly for a moment before settling on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
What he hears makes him whimper with need.]
Yes. Yes, please yes, Gatorβ
[He'll move as Gator wants him, whether it's on his hands and knees or if Gator wants him on his back with legs over those strong shoulders. Or maybe something else entirely, who knows? All he knows is that he wants it, wants everything Gator wants, the pleasure he promises every time they meet like this.]
[ he pulls eddie closer, throwing his legs over his shoulders. his hands crawl up, one on eddie's cock, the other playing with one of his nipples. gator ducks his head, parting eddie with his tongue, then he presses it to his hole. he flicks his tongue against it, slowly turning to lapping, gator practically drooling for it. he lifts his head, lips shiny-wet. ]
Tastes so fuckin' good, sweetheart.
[ he lowers his head again, licking, pressing the tip of his tongue inside. he pumps it, palm tight on eddie's cock. he glances up, moaning against eddie's hole. he closes his eyes, tilting his head as he continues to lick him. his own cock strains his uniform pants, cammoflage unable to hide it. he ruts against the blankets, needing friction as his eyelids flutter. again, he tips his chin up. ]
Ready to fuck? I need it, I need that ass. Toss me the fuckin' lube.
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[ weed on eddie munson is like mud in the rain - a solidified fact. he's going to have it on him, but gator's past caring. the way the sheriff handles drugs is... lax, needless to say, so when gator climbs in after eddie, it's not on his mind. he's not here to arrest eddie, he's here to fuck his brains out. it's been a want since the moment he saw him - tight ass covered in ripped, torn denim. a tease, leather and hips. gator slams the doors shut, then climbs over to eddie on his hands and knees.
his spine bends as he leans on his hands, kissing eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. his hand slithers up his chest, pushing him backwards. he climbs on top of him, pelvis to pelvis again, gator's cock stiffening at the friction. they could dry hump, most definitely, but gator's in the mood to make eddie come load after load. he kisses his jawline, then his throat. ]
That's it, sugar. Lemme take care of it.
[ he cups eddie through his jeans, massaging, feeling his hot thickness. gator bites his bottom lip, their cocks gently rubbing through their clothes. ]
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He moans into the kiss, leaning back when Gator pushes him. Sprawled out, torso propped up on his elbows Eddie feels himself getting harder in his jeans with Gator's every move.]
Please. Please...
[In between kisses, in between their hips moving together. But fuck, Gator's kissing along his throat, rubbing him through denim and it's one of the best hookups Eddie gets. He moans, already leaking for his partner. They're here so Eddie can ride Gator's cock but goddamn the lead up is nice.]
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he sucks against eddie's cock, head bobbing up and down, sloppy tongue flicking the slit before he takes in more. his hands open eddie's legs further, parting his thighs, gator's torso slipping down. he takes eddie's cock back into his mouth, fingers cupping his balls and squeezing. a moan escapes, one that gator doesn't hold back, two fingers playing at eddie's hole while he takes his cock down deep. he doesn't gag, instead he angles his jaw, taking eddie's cock into his cheek and giving it a firm, thick swallow. he pulls off for a moment, lips pink and wet. ]
You taste s'fuckin' good.
[ again, gator opens eddie's thighs wider. he licks his bottom lip, pulling eddie's jeans all the way down and off of his legs. he then grabs the elastic waist of the boxers, yanking them until they tear, revealing every inch of eddie in his glory. gator groans, hands wandering before he kisses eddie, mouthing at his bottom lip. ]
Let me eat your ass.
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Fuck. He hopes so.
Gator's starting with spoiling him too, taking Eddie into that talented, wicked mouth. Eddie loves the way he sucks cock: focused, thorough, with a touch of meanness now and then. Eddie's head falls back as Gator teases his slit, a moan escaping him. One hand finds Gator's hair out of reflex but he forces the touch to his cheek instead; can't take too much liberty with the slicked back style. But fuck if he doesn't want to just hold on, especially when Gator swallows.]
Ohβ oh yes, fuck, please...
[Then Gator practically strips him; the way he literally rips Eddie's boxers off makes Eddie leak, cock twitching with his excitement. It's so fucking hot. Gator's dangerous and one of these days Eddie's going to run into his bad side but he's so fucking sexy that Eddie can't even care.
He starts to shrug out of his jacket when Gator interrupts him with a kiss; Eddie's hands flutter uselessly for a moment before settling on his shoulders, pulling him closer.
What he hears makes him whimper with need.]
Yes. Yes, please yes, Gatorβ
[He'll move as Gator wants him, whether it's on his hands and knees or if Gator wants him on his back with legs over those strong shoulders. Or maybe something else entirely, who knows? All he knows is that he wants it, wants everything Gator wants, the pleasure he promises every time they meet like this.]
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[ he pulls eddie closer, throwing his legs over his shoulders. his hands crawl up, one on eddie's cock, the other playing with one of his nipples. gator ducks his head, parting eddie with his tongue, then he presses it to his hole. he flicks his tongue against it, slowly turning to lapping, gator practically drooling for it. he lifts his head, lips shiny-wet. ]
Tastes so fuckin' good, sweetheart.
[ he lowers his head again, licking, pressing the tip of his tongue inside. he pumps it, palm tight on eddie's cock. he glances up, moaning against eddie's hole. he closes his eyes, tilting his head as he continues to lick him. his own cock strains his uniform pants, cammoflage unable to hide it. he ruts against the blankets, needing friction as his eyelids flutter. again, he tips his chin up. ]
Ready to fuck? I need it, I need that ass. Toss me the fuckin' lube.