Hello all, hope you're all doing great! Quite the shitty weather here but I guess it's the season. I couldn't get a good picture for Shura neither, the AI keeps giving him big bimbo titties for some reason, so unfortunately for this one, no picture. Anyways, here's Shura's debut!
Enjoy!
PREVIEW:
Shura tiptoes his way towards the door of his room, a hand covering his black painted lips as he listens in of the exchange.
"We talked about this, don't go doing your weird shit here." His strong jaw and pale blue eyes give Jason's narrow, sharp face an intense, intimidating look.
"S-sorry... W-won't happen again!" Randy mumbles, his nerdy voice meek, nervous and clipped, pitching higher as he nods frantically. As soon as he sees Jason move towards him, his sneakers squeak against the floor in a fast walk toward the front door. "Gotta go now!" The lock clicking as he bolts out like a scolded puppy.
Jason lets out another sigh followed by a head shake. A few seconds tick by in charged silence. He takes his time finishing his drink before crushing the can and tossing it over his shoulder right into the sink behind him as he walks around the counter. Then his voice booms again. "Shuraaaaa!" Parental and commanding, calling his roomie's name like a parent calling his child after finding out he shattered his favorite mug.
Jason's manly voice sends a delicious shiver down the redhead's spine, his pierced cock twitching half-hard against his plump thigh as he saunters toward the door. He slips out of his room with a Cheshire smile curling his black-painted lips, his wild crimson hair messy and framing his bone-white face like a feral halo, still bottomless with his juicy legs rubbing together slickly from Randy's sloppy ass kissing. "Yeeeees?" His voice comes first, mistakably feminine and honey coated as he drawls the word out in a playful lilt, leaning against the doorframe with one hip cocked, his voluptuous curves on full display, the flare of his wide hips, the heart-shaped swell of his ass still flushed pink from Randy's greedy mouth. His golden eyes lock onto Jason across the living room, gleaming with his signature mischief as he takes in the sight of him, his lean, athletic frame tense under his black, buttoned shirt.
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“So he just let you walk away?” Cindy asks, her voice a conspiratorial whisper over the pulsing synth-pop. The cosplayer takes a slow sip, the ginger bite sharp on his tongue, and lets a wicked smirk spread across his now blue-lipsticked mouth. “He fucking did” He purrs, setting the copper mug down with a clink. “All tense muscles and clenched jaw, like he wanted to bend me over the couch and teach me a lesson right then. But his precious control won out.” He traces a nail along the rim of his drink, his golden eyes gleaming with restless energy. “Left me all worked up and dripping, that with Randy's half-assed rimjob left with an awful case of blue balls" He jokes. "Had to take the edge off myself before I came here.”
Cindy cackles, a bright, unhinged sound that cuts through the bar din. “God, you’re a menace. Poor Randy probably hasn’t blinked since he left your apartment.” She muses. "I bet he's not gonna sleep, whining about how he fuck it up tonight!" She laughs obnoxiously loud.
Shura shrugs, the motion making his low-cut top gape to show more of his creamy flat chest. “He got what he wanted. A faceful of my ass and the memory of my slutty moans. He’ll be fine.” His attention then drifts, scanning the crowded room with a hunter’s lazy focus, past the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, the clumps of friends laughing too loud, the loners nursing drinks at the bar.
“So, whatchu hungry for tonight?” Cindy asks, following his gaze with a knowing grin. The girly boy's smirk deepens as he surveys the landscape of potential prey.
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He slides onto the stool next to him with fluid arrogance, his wide, childbearing hips bumping his deliberately, the heat of his voluptuous body invading the man's space. "Let me guess, sketching something deep about the darkness of the world?" His voice purrs out low and teasing, golden eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans in close enough for his prey to catch the faint, citrus whiff of his expansive perfume.
The young man raises an eyebrow, a quiet intensity that sharpens before he scoffs, the sound rough and dismissive, sending a possessive thrill straight to femboy's balls. "Nah, just anything beautiful I see." He retorts with a steady voice, his reply hitting like a challenge, his green eyes flicking up to meet Shura's.
"Oh? Well then that notebook must be filled with sketches of me~" The arrogant trap fires back instantly, his lips curling into a wicked smirk, one hand trailing lazily along the scarred bar top toward the notebook, nails scraping wood as he invades further.
The man leans back slightly, a hint of amusement cracking his stoic mask, his defined forearm flexing as he closes the book halfway. "Beautiful's subjective, takes more than curves and confidence to fill a page." He goes on.
Shura scoffs playfully, pulse quickening with arrogant delight, as he crosses his legs, thigh pressing firm against the young man's. "Oh, honey, these curves have ruined stronger men than you~" He retorts breathlessly, eyes locking onto his with hungry challenge, already imagining his hands prying his cheeks apart to tongue-fuck his perfect hole sloppy and deep. "But if you say so, prove it. Show me a sketch that tops this ass." He uncross his legs provocatively, letting his boot nudge the stranger's calf under the bar.
The young man chuckles low, the vibration rumbling through the air between them, his eyes darkening as they drop to redhead's thighs before snapping back up. "Fair enough. Name's Lex." He introduces himself casually.
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Fuck! Good boy. I love virgin straight boys. The way you grip my dick like a goddamn vice" The fuck-beast growls low against his prey's ear, his hot breath fanning Lex's black hair as he grinds deeper, hips circling to churn the poor faggot's prostate into mush with that ring, feeling his hole spasm and flutter around him in helpless surrender. His chest presses into the no-longer-virgin man's back, nipples scraping his skin as he hooks one arm under his chest to yank him back onto his horse-cock harder, the other hand fisting his shoulder-length hair to arch his neck, exposing the tight tendons straining there. "What was that you were saying about not being a bitch again?" He taunts, punctuating his taunt with a deep, cruel slam of his hips.
"UUrghh!!" Lex huffs through grit teeth. His body betraying him completely, ass cheeks quivering as they clap back against the femboy's pelvis, tenderized and yielding under his punishing slaps, red handprints blooming from where he spanked him raw just to hear him yelp. "Fuck you!" He manages through his teeth as he fights back against the urge to blast a fat one on Shura's sheets.
"Yeah, maybe later, after I'm done fucking your brains out, and wringing the cum out of your balls~" Shura rasps in response, teeth grazing his cocksleeve's earlobe before biting down sharply, his pace accelerating to a piston-like frenzy, balls slapping wetly against Lex's taint with each gut-wrenching plunge.