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#filingteeth (Declaring this the ship name If none)
It happened again. I. Think I really like this trio

Least I hydrated this time

No CWs, ‘Cept some consensual rough treatment & Dirty-ish talk I guess ? It’s sep from other set
#wip #genitalcircus #tadcnsfw #royalteeth #ironteeth #selfcest ??
Screenshot of text from a written draft. All images are chronologically connected. Word count:: 1176. Text reads:: — "tastes like chess bars" [royalteeth/ironteeth; i was too deep in the whump trenches, i had to write sappy consensual shit or sumth] [...] "Caine, Honey. Check in?" Caine babbles for a response, heaving breaths like his unlife depends on it, so Coach leans back, offers him a break that he fills quick with a drawn whine. Kinger caresses his lower jaw until Caine focuses. On a whimper, Caine stammers, "G— G— Green. Green as grass, Cool a— as a cucumber, *Please—*” His answer chokes off in a delicious cry as Coach picks up pace again, Kinger following suit shortly after. A mantra of pleads and gratuities spills from Caine's drooling mouth then as the both of them fucking plow him. "Oh! *Ohh,* I'm*mm— Nghh!*” Caine scrabbles for purchase from either one of them as his release is […] Screenshot of text from a written draft. All images are chronologically connected. Word count:: 1176. Text reads:: — […] halted by the cock ring once more. Resorts to begging when they slow for Kinger to pull out— A silky gloved hand wrapping the base of his writhing cock to stave his finale further— Only to whine and squeal when Coach shoves him flat to the mattress and pounds him from behind. And all Caine can do is whimper and choke as Coach presses him down and never relents. A soft touch to the upper crest of his maw startles a delighted shudder from him. A different hand pulls his hips up and back and— *Oh Great gaggle of geese!* Caine humps the bed and Coach's slapping hips fruitlessly as pleasure coils up and down his spine to pool in his gut. All but sobs, "Please! Please, I can't...!" "Shh," Kinger hushes, peeking Caine's maw open to meet his eyes. Teary and likely-slobbery as they are. "One more, Okay? Can you do that, Honeybee?" "'Course he fuckin' can," Coach snaps simultaneous […] Screenshot of text from a written draft. All images are chronologically connected. Word count:: 1176. Text reads:: — […] with a thrust that punches the breath from Caine's false lungs. "He ain't done 'til we are." Kinger scowls at the harsh words, but he knows, should Caine call a stop at all, Coach won't hesitate to obey. Neither will he, Of course. Besides, The way Caine keens and his eyes cross as drool drips from his maw tells the both of them all they need to know. Caine agrees the moment his thought processes return, though he somewhat regrets it as Coach's hand pumps his cock slow and easy in parallel to his rough, quick thrusts. And as Kinger takes himself in his own hand, directly in front of Caine. He leans back on his free hand and fists his cock just out of reach, an even glide but grunts and sighs escaping him where he is still worked up. "Kin— *Kingerrr,*” Caine moans, tipping his drooling maw to the side to peer at the lighter chess piece, tongue lolling out like a dumb mutt. He wants— needs him in his mouth. *Now.* Of course, He will not be granted such a privilege. Screenshot of text from a written draft. All images are chronologically connected. Word count:: 1176. Text reads:: — Not today, When Kinger's desire to see him covered and filled outweighs anything else. When Coach wants to hear every sound his fucking forces out of him. But he can still beg sweetly. "Please. Kinger, *Please— Oh, Shh— Sugar and spice—*” Caine scrunches one hand in the bedsheets, the other trembling at Kinger's thigh. "Pl— Please, Let me..." Coach scoffs as he pushes down between Caine's shoulder blades until his lungs stutter. "Fuck, Listen to that. Had all ya can give and he's still begging for more. What a goddamn whore." Caine whines, though despite the way Coach spits at him, his cock throbs humiliatingly in its confines. He cannot help whimpering as all he *can* do is beg. Reduced to hitched vocalizations of pleasure and unheeded pleas. "Not all I can give," Kinger chuckles in light protest, though he doesn't really need to. "But All he gets."
August 31, 2026 at 10:19 AM