post-portal pre-mageddon toxic old man incest yaoi. he wants that old man gut so funcgking bad but is too prissy to ask. do u get what im saying do u see the vision
#stancest
12.05.2025 05:21 — 👍 40 🔁 10 💬 0 📌 0
ragh,, go my stancest. #stancest
01.02.2025 07:41 — 👍 36 🔁 11 💬 0 📌 0
Maybe it starts in separate rooms. One gets a little too loud while pleasuring themselves, though it's just wordless moans. The other follows, trying to excuse it as harmless because there's no interaction happening. Then they're too loud, too. It's mortifying, until there's an answering whimper.
And then it's just something that they do when it's time to turn in for the night. Say their goodnights, roll over in their beds, and start pulling their cocks and groaning like they can't hear each-other.
Then one night, after watching a movie together and the room is dark, neither moves to get off the couch and clean up. It's silent and tense. And then one, spurred on by who knows what courage, whips it out like a dare. Soul hammering, the other can only follow along.
And then every movie night ends with them shamefully jerking off together. Clinging to the last thread of denial about what they're doing, what line they're crossing.
Noises restrained more than when there's a wall between them, just in case it seems like they're enjoying it for *weird* reasons. Listening to the other closely because of course those noises are what fuel them during this. Not facing each-other, but sneaking glances at each-other's faces. Discreetly watching each-other's hands, memorizing what they like, or trying to sync up so they can pretend it's not their own hand working in their lap.
Until eventually one can't contain the moan of the other's name. The thread snaps.
They're not sure what gets to kiss each-other first, them or their cocks, but it's frantic, it's messy, it's *loud*, their hands get in the way of each-other in their desperate groping, caressing, stroking; awkwardly falling all over each-other and neither can decide if they want to crawl in the other's lap or pull them on to their own.
When they're both dripping with combined blue and orange by the end of it, curled up together and unwilling to let go of one another, they wonder if they'll have to talk about it in the morning, or if they can pretend just a little longer that this is just something they do. Hoping that they can somehow avoid the dreaded awkward *communication* and just skip to it being normal. Just keep escalating wordlessly until they're not fucking but making love every night and kissing tenderly every morning.
Saying "I love you" at their daily departures with entirely different, smitten tones that follow them to bed later. Normal. Perfectly normal.
Alright, time to test the waters with one of my best posts from xitter.
#fontcest #papysans (for visibility, not dynamic)
It was a little drabble-like thing written about this art:
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