I want to try writing fluff. I also want to write agressive sex. It's always important to find a good balance.
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The man slammed him against the wall.
"Hey, wha- I'm getting wet damn it!!!" The gardener pushed the man away. Well, tried to.
"Dude, let me go!!" The gardener said as the man got a hold of the gardener's struggling wrist.
The man leaned in and kissed the gardener's neck.
"Woah?! What?! Wait?! What?!" The gardener moved his neck away, covering the part where the man kissed. He looked at the man and their eyes met. A faint glow shone in the man's eyes, as if something was getting repressed in him.
"What's your deal? Let me go now." The gardener said in a stern voice. He was tired from bringing the man home and just wanted to sleep immediately.
The man didn't budge and instead, went for the neck once more. The gardener cringed and tried to move away more, but was pulled back. The man moved from the neck to the gardener's ear. He breathed into it with his warm breaths, then nibbled the earlobe gently with his lips, careful not to hurt the gardener.
"... kkggh...." the gardener breathed softly, his voice shaking.
The man licked the gardener's ear, tracing it's shape with his tongue. The gardener shuddered. His legs felt weak. His stomach was fluttering. He felt... weird.
All of a sudden, a shot of pleasure almost made his knees weak. He looked down and a hand under shirt was pinching and flicking his nipple.
"Nnggaahh!!!" The gardener gasped. "Wait... don't... hyaah!! Dont touch... there...."
The gardener's words were interrupted by another jolt of pleasure.
"Haahh... nngh... stop... i can't stand...." the gardener's knees buckled under the pleasure and fell to the floor, when he was caught by the arm. The gardener looked up from his kneeling position and saw the man's emotionless eyes, hidden behind a pole. Wait... that's no pole... that's a penis. An erect penis.
The gardener stood up in an instant. A flustered expression covered his face. He looked away from the man.
"... the... um... I uhhh... I'm sorry, I'm really tired... and uh... I don't think... not... yet..." his voice quivered nervously.
He dashed out the shower. Shutting the door behind him. Before he left, he shouted,
"J-just shower already!!!"
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After getting water in his face for almost half an hour, the man has finally awoken from his drunken stupor. He remembered the things he did and wanted to die in a hole somewhere. He looked down at his still erect boner and the image of the gardener looking at him with red cheeks and lustful eyes flashed through his mind. He got harder. His hand reached out to his member and began stroking it. He closed his eyes and imagined the gardener in... various scenarios. His hands moved quicker and his breaths were hurried. Finally, warm white liquid shot out of his urethra onto the floor. The man took a moment to catch his breath, then showered in the serenity a bathroom provides.
When the man left the shower, body still wet, he spotted the gardener. He was sound asleep, laying face down on the bed. The man walked to the gardener and sat on the side of the bed. He observed the gardener quietly and swept a strand of hair from his face. He bent down and left a kiss on his temple. He turned off the lights and crawled in bed with the gardener.
"Goodnight..." he murmured. "And I love you."
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The Gardener and The Frog
RomanceA gardener picks up a frog one day and decides to keep it as a pet. For almost a year he had raised it. Going on walks with it, eating meals with it, even talking about his problems with it. But one day, the frog turns into... a man?! "I've been cu...
