what do you want mos

“Okay, so you kind of just tilt your head, and just move your lips this way-no, stop. You’re using too much tongue again.” Sigh. This guy really was inexperienced.

Mo Guan Shan blushed, his eyebrows drawn in frustration. “Never mind, this is too fucking weird. I’m leaving.”

Jian Yi looked unimpressed. “This was your idea,” he said, crossing his arms. “Now do you want to learn to kiss properly or what?”

Mo Guan Shan was torn. On one hand, he’d been stuck in this stuffy closet for the good part of fifteen minutes with Yian Yi, with practically no improvement. On the other hand, he really wanted impress He Tian.

“Okay. Just one more.”

“Don’t half-ass it this time,” Said Jian Yi. “Pretend I’m him, if it helps,” he added, after a moment of thought.

Just pretend it’s He Tian, thought Mo Guan Shan, closing his eyes. He’s standing right in front of you, dark eyes, jet-black hair, that cute little smirk that just makes you melt. This is for him.

He reached out and gently guided Jian Yi’s lips to his own, moving them slowly, softly. He added some tongue here and there, running it on the back of his teeth. He could tell by the way the blond-haired boy’s breath hitched that he was surprised by his sudden improvement in skill.

They were interrupted when the door burst open, Mo Guan Shan’s boyfriend on the other side.

He was out of breath. “Hey, I was looking for you, I need your help on my cooking project. Someone said they saw you going in here so I…”

He trailed of when he saw what Mo Guan Shan and Yian Yi were doing. His expression paled and then became bright red, an eyebrow cocked in confusion. His fists clenched, unclenched, and clenched again. He became very stiff.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Said Mo Guan Shan, afraid to move. He Tian didn’t reply. His silence made Mo Guan Shan even more nervous.

A second passed.

“I was just-I was-I wanted to impress you with,” Mo stuttered not knowing what to say. He was beginning to shake.

A minute passed. More silence.

Panicking. “Just say something! Please I didn’t mean to-“ Jian Yi cut him off.

He looked incredulously at He Tian. “Are you hard!?”

His expression was impossible to read, but Mo Guan Shan looked down to confirm that yes, He Tian was extremely hard.

There was an awkward pause.

Jian Yi glanced between them, blushing and uncomfortable. “I think I’ll just excuse myself,” he said, leaving, shutting the door behind him.

“It’s called AGENTS of Shield” is the oldest, weakest excuse for your racist and sexist erasure of Daisy Johnson as protagonist and it’s not used anywhere else with a white protagonist.

Lace panties - part 2

@colour-sexual

(I always read your tags.) (wink)

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‘Oh, cut the shit.’

‘I’m not kidding.’

‘You want me to have sex with you.’

‘End goal? Absolutely. But I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little longer.’

‘Well…what do you want?’

‘I just want you to come sit on my lap.’

Mo Guan Shan watched him for a moment, waiting for the inevitable ‘…and.’

But it didn’t come.

He tried to keep his composure as he walked towards He Tian, incredibly pleased with himself when he made it there without falling over like the clumsy loser he was.

He couldn’t think of anything else to say.

As he approached, He Tian moved back on the bed, sure to give him plenty of space.

He couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact as he straddled his lap.

‘What now?’ He asked, unbelievably embarrassed.

‘Guan Shan.’

He looked at He Tian, expecting…something He Tian-ish.

‘You are absolutely gorgeous.’

He hadn’t been prepared for a compliment.

‘Oh, please, you just wanted to embarrass me.’

‘You really think that?’

He Tian was hard against his thigh.

‘Yes.

‘Not this time.’

‘Oh yeah?’

He Tian nodded.

‘You just wanted to see me in these.’

He gestured towards his lap.

‘And you put them on.’

‘Because you offered me money.’

A long moment of silence.

Very slowly, He Tian placed a hand on his leg.

‘Will you kiss me?’

Mo Guan Shan tensed up as He Tian slid his hand up his thigh.

They both watched He Tian’s fingers as he toyed with the lace, dipping his fingers under the waistband.

Fuck.

‘Please?’

‘Promise me this isn’t you fucking with me.’

‘I swear to god.’

Their lips met.

Mo Guan Shan tried to remind himself of a time he didn’t want this, and coming up blank.

He Tian’s lips were soft.

His tongue was warm and gentle.

His hands were FREEZING.

He Tian gently pushed him away.

‘You want me?’

He didn’t let himself hesitate.

Not now.

‘Yes.’

‘Not the money?’

‘I was never going to take the money, He Tian.’

He didn’t get to see the smile he licked from He Tian’s lips.

Cradling the back of his head, He Tian flipped them over, putting every silent emotion into a sweet, intense, kiss.

He Tian kissed his neck and down his chest, one hand propping him up. The other gripping his hip tightly.

Mo Guan Shan tangled his fingers in He Tian’s hair, gasping loudly and pushing his hips up as He Tian gently flicked his tongue over his nipple.

Satisfied with his reaction, he released his hip and reached to to replace his tongue with his fingers and move to the other side, latching onto his other nipple and grinding their hips together, groaning as Mo Guan Shan writhed beneath him.

‘Oh my god.’

He Tian stood suddenly.

His face flushed, his lips swollen.

‘Do you have…’

‘Bedside table. Top drawer.’

He Tian dug around in the drawer for a moment, laughing as he pulled out a small stuffed animal.

‘Put him back, he doesn’t need to see this.’

He laughed, tossing a condom and a small bottle of lube onto the mattress before yanking his shirt over his head and unbuttoning his jeans and letting them both fall to the floor.
Of course he wasn’t wearing underwear.

The red haired boy pushed himself farther into the mattress, admiring the body he’d thought about for years.

‘No, lie normally.’

It took him a moment to realize what that meant before positioning himself with his head on the pillows.

He Tian crawled onto the bed.

‘I just want to do this right. Just this one thing.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded, suppressing a smile as He Tian slowly pulled the absurd underwear down his thighs, dropping them on the mattress.

Mo Guan Shan laughed as He Tian crawled on top of him again.

‘Have you done this before?’

He nodded, knowing his lie was pointless and transparent.

He Tian kissed him softly as he coated his fingers with lube and pressing his finger, very gently, against his entrance.

‘Deep breath.’

He Tian pushed one finger in as he exhaled and moving it in and out slowly, kissing his neck for about a minute.

‘Ready for another?’

Mo Guan Shan nodded, not trusting his voice.

He Tian pulled out, pushing back in with two fingers.

‘Breathe.’

Moving slowly, He Tian slid their tongues together as he inserted a third finger.

‘You’re doing so good, baby.’

He couldn’t help the shiver that went through him at He Tian’s words.

He did his best to adjust to his fingers as He Tian sat up, ripping the condom wrapper open with his teeth, and rolling it on.

He removed his fingers, pouring some lube into his hand and spreading it over the condom.

He lined himself up and looked down at Mo Guan Shan, who found himself embarrassingly nervous.

‘He Tian, I haven't…’

‘I know. Just try to relax.’
He pushed in slowly, holding the red haired not still with a hand on his stomach.

Once he was all the way in, he stilled, arms shaking with the effort as he dropped his head.

Knowing he was waiting for him to adjust, Mo Guan Shan took just a little bit of pleasure in keeping him waiting.

‘I’m ready.’ He whispered.

Sighing in relief, Tian began to move slowly.

Agonizingly slowly.

He tried to adjust to the sting and the painful, unfamiliar, pressure.

He wanted more.

He wrapped a leg around He Tian’s waist, tangling his fingers into his dark hair.

He Tian groaned softly.

‘Harder. You’re not going to break me.’

He Tian laughed shakily.

‘I’ve been trying for years.’

He moved faster.

Mo Guan Shan shook with the effort to stay quiet.

He tightened his fingers in He Tian’s hair.

This wasn’t enough.

‘H-harder. Please…harder.’

He Tian pulled out.

That is the exact opposite of harder.

‘Turn around.’

He Tian’s eyes were dark his cheeks flushed.

He nodded, positioning himself on his hands and knees, wondering if he’d made a wise choice.

He Tian came up behind him, kissing him on the side of the next and whispering in his ear.

‘You sure?’

He nodded.

He Tian laughed softly.

‘If you say so.’

He pushed in again, no adjustment period this time.

He Tian braced himself on the headboard, his other hand between the redhead’s shoulder blades, and fucked him brutally.

He pushed his chest down until his forehead touched the mattress.

He grasped at the sheets, trying to find something to steady himself with.

He Tian leaned down, placing his free hand over Mo Guan Shan’s and winding their fingers together.

‘Touch yourself.’ He Tian whispered, slowing down and spreading his legs further.

He dropped down further on the mattress, trying to match He Tian’s awkward pace.

After a few after a few moments of confusing angles-

‘AH! FUCK!’

He Tian laughed softly.

‘There it is.’

He Tian tightened his fingers around Mo Guan Shan’s as he tensed up.

If it hurt, he couldn’t tell.

‘Are you alright?’ He Tian whispered, slowly down again.

‘Oh fuck, please don’t fucking stop.’ He gasped.

‘Thank god.’

Mo Guan Shan tightened his grip on his cock.

‘I'm…’

He Tian untangled their fingers, reaching underneath him to roughly pinch one of his nipples.

He Tian came moments after he did.

He pulled out slowly, removing the condom and dropping it into the waste basket next to the bed before grabbing his shirt and cleaning them both up gently.

Roughly a minute later, He Tian sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him.

‘Do you want me to leave?’

He seemed uncharacteristically unsure of himself.

He stopped himself from asking him if he wanted to.

This could have gone back and forth for awhile.

‘No.’

Trying to hide a smile, He Tian settled in beside him.

They looked at each other for a moment.

He Tian squirmed around for a moment reaching underneath himself and holding up the scrap of lace that had started all this.

‘I’m keeping these.’

Honestly I’m curious, what do you guys want?  Should women be allowed in combat mos’s (military jobs) or not? Should women have to sign up for the draft or not?  I know it’d be kind of asinine to have one and not the other but which way do you think it should go?

Also on a more all encompassing level, should we (america) have a draft or not?  And if not, what do you believe we should do as a country if the level of volunteers for our military ever fell below a sustainable point?