Team Crafted short stories

Liquid Love TC SMUT

ALL CREDIT GOES TO KURUMAKA

Moans and pants filled the small room. It was so cramped, Ty wondered how they even managed to fit in here. Or why they were doing what they were doing.

His velvet eyes found the small flask that lay shattered on the wooden floor. Bluish fluid was splayed all over the ground, the strong scent of roses lingering in the air.

His breath hitched as liquid pleasure coursed through his veins, making him throw his head back, gritting his teeth to keep in his moans.

Who would've guessed that Quentin's mouth was so skilled?

His body was shuddering, shaky hands trying their hardest to keep up their paces, sliding fluidly, though very gently, over the hard lengths. There was a soft voice, panting and moaning right into his ear. He turned his head, locking his velvet eyes with Seto's chocolate ones. The mage surged forward, pressing their already kiss-swollen lips together in a hot, passionate kiss.

His small, pale hands were set on Ty's hips, pulling him upwards on the hot length that was so hot, felt so right pressing into him.

They parted, too desperate for air, their pants joining the symphony of sounds resonating throughout the room. Seto's mouth latched onto the nape of Ty's neck, sucking a bright red mark onto his pale skin.

Angling his hips, he thrust up as he pulled Ty down, brushing against that spot, white exploding behind Ty's eyelids. He cried out loudly, his grips on the members tightening slightly, drawing out twin groans from Mitch and Jason.

Jason's blue eyes and Mitch's brown ones locked onto him, the two leaning over, whining as they were held back, but their lips connected with Ty's neck, both biting and sucking on the skin.

The brunet gasped, arching into Seto's touch and the two mouths that were lapping up his length.

Mitch pulled away with a sudden gasp, one hand grasping onto Ty's shoulder, the other digging into the couch. Jerome smirked, sharp Bacca teeth nibbling on Mitch's right ear gently. The Canadian shook on top of him, letting out a loud moan as he thrust inside him.

Ty bit his lip, panting as he watched the scene play in front of him. His eyes wandered to the other side of the couch, to Jason's lean, pale body, glistering with sweat as he rocked on top of Adam's lap.

The space-loving brunet was moaning loudly, his hips bucking unconsciously, his hair was slicked against his forehead and his shining blue eyes were shut closed as pleasure racked his body.

Seto changed his angle a little again, brushing against Ty's walls in all the right places, before brushing right against his sweet spot, making him arch his back like a bow, making him buck forward, into the two mouths that were teasing his leaking length.

Looking down through half-lidded eyes, he watched Ian and Quentin kiss along his member, taking turns in suckling his tip and licking the underside. He was a shuddering mess, whining and moaning loudly under their ministrations.

Grasping the couch tightly enough for his knuckles to turn white, he threw his head back with a loud cry, resting it on Seto's shoulder. Opening his eyes a crack to see everyone's pleasured expressions, he spotted the flask still laying on the wooden planks.

Groaning, he had to admit that maybe, just maybe, Ian dropping Seto's love potion wasn't such a bad thing.