Duckie 🦆

I had forgotten about this acc, but here we are again

i absolutely did not forget to post this here happy new year #andreil #aftg

scara babysitting little lyney

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Kevneil sounds like sexual frustration impersonating a couple, I’m not even kidding

Them both just want to win, they want to be the best, they practice together with the one goal to go pro and keep on playing together but that’s just so frustrating when you reach your maximum at the moment.

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Andreil + kinda(ish) voyeurism

Andrew watching Neil touching himself, first his hands against his exy shorts, tracing the line his hardening cock makes against it, then his entire hands, palming himself, pressing it down as he low moans in pleasure. He stares at his chest, full of scars and+

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It’s always stupid, they always tell each other right after that they will never do that again, but both of them know that said statement is a complete lie.

And it’s always a victory to see Andrew staring at them at the bench, with a cigarette on his mouth and a hard-on between his legs.

Kevin likes to take Neil apart faster then anyone, he likes to make him shut the fuck up, and he does that by either sucking him off or giving him a handjob that makes Neil crumble down just enough for him to have a little taste of victory.

When they both finally touch each other, it has anger in it, and it’s never a calm or sweet thing. Neil likes to take it strongly slow, it makes Kevin feel like he will die if he doesn’t cum. It makes him ask again and again for it.

He knows what Kevin likes the best, of course he do. He bites his nipples, marks his neck, hold tightly at the very base of his cock. Neil only plays to win and after so many times if the story repeating itself, he knows how to make Kevin beg. It’s usually how he wins every argument.

Neil likes killing kisses, he likes to touch Kevin everywhere, to grind against him and hear his low moans, he likes to stay in between his legs and make Kevin ask so nicely to cum. Neil doesn’t seem like them type, and he’s not really like the type, but with Kevin he’s always dominant.

Kevin likes to bite, to scratch, he likes to leave marks because everything he wants needs to be his. He’s the Queen of the game, he likes to know that Neil is his. He wants everyone to know that.

Neil likes to stay on top, he likes to see Kevin under him while they grind together, still in the middle of the court, with their uniforms and fast paced breathing, kissing until they are yet again out of breath. It’s hard, too hard to slow down, they just can’t keep it low, quiet.

It’s a fraction of a second. It’s only one look, and they both know it’s not about exy anymore. It’s not about the court, the mafia or the game, but about who comes first, because, of course, everything they do IS a competition.

Some other days, especially at night practices, Kevin starts to fight, and Neil fights back, and when they land on the ground with the intention of beating each other, instead, they find themselves staring. Neil stares at Kevin’s green eyes, and Kevin stares at Neil’s blue eyes.

Some days they beat each other up, but Neil knows how to fight a lot better, he’s trained all his life for this, but Kevin is a lot stronger and a lot taller. It takes quite the time to separate them, and both just complain and start to fight again in French. The foxes get tired of them very fast.

Neil is a professional at getting people to stumble upon themselves with his words, he’s great at taking himself out of the equation just to place Kevin where he should be, and he will never bent down at Kevin’s own personal problems. He fights back - usually -.

Kevin is usually the one to start a fight, which tells a lot about their relationship. He’s always the one to push too much, to complain too much, to bring Neil down into his own depressed and angry never-ending spiral, and he can’t. stop. talking.

That is, until Neil starts to talk.

You already did everything you could, there’s no going further until you find someone whom you can’t beat, and that’s why they like to play against Andrew, of course. But Andrew doesn’t like exy enough to care, so they only got each other most days, and it’s just so hard to beat each other.

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Kevneil sounds like sexual frustration impersonating a couple, I’m not even kidding

Them both just want to win, they want to be the best, they practice together with the one goal to go pro and keep on playing together but that’s just so frustrating when you reach your maximum at the moment.

my precious boy 💖✨

#jeanmoreau #aftg #aftgfanart #allforthegame #thesunshinecourt #allforthegamefanart #BRart

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For his birthday, Andrew got eaten out 💕💕💕

Neil, when he gets his head out of Andrew’s pussy and looks down, he sees that he came untouched. His stomach and his mouth are now stained with cum, but he would never complain about it.

He moves his hand from Andrew’s thigh to his pussy and starts fingering him, fucking him with two fast fingers while his tongue still licks and moves around his clit. It feels overwhelmingly good, and Andrew comes on his face without a second thought.

Andrew moans loudly, his head drops down, his legs are shaking, it’s so hard to control himself, but he finds that he doesn’t want it. All he wants is Josten to fuck him, but he knows, not today means not today.
When Andrew feels like he’s close, he warns Neil, but he doesn’t stop.

He still touches himself, slowly, as he grips Andrew’s thigh and eats his pussy. So wet he feels his tongue hot, with Andrew’s own personal taste to it. He licks its length, kisses his clit and starts sucking on it, rolling his tongue around, mouth wide open.

against his own clothes.

Neil gets up and moves closer. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“I need you inside.”

Neil smiles.

“Not today.”

Neil opens Andrew’s jeans and moves it to his ankles, getting on his knees in front of him.

He feel everything hot, his insides, his cheeks, his ass, his pussy. He had never felt this horny, and he’s not even being touched.
Neil moves faster as he watches Andrew fall apart, not able to move but still trying hard to get some pleasure alone, moving his hips And grinding hard, +

trying hard to get some friction out of it.
Andrew feels his clit hot agains his jeans, but it’s not enough, he wants it inside, he wants Neil, and as he looks at Neil, with his cock now out of his shorts while he touches himself, he pleads.