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it's been 84 years

Merry Christmas

Sorry that you didn't win yesterday... I just wanna say I really prefer England than Italy! But hey, you made it into the finale! That's a good job!

FUCKING SICK GAME TONIGHT!!!!!!

IT'S COMING HOME

CHAMPIONS

it's coming home ⚽⚽⚽

It was the late noon in the metropolis hotspot, New York City. It was here that iron giants towered into the skies, buildings that held both the power houses of businesses, trade corporations, and, in the tallest building of them all, sat a handsome, black haired man in his throne made of quarter rolls. This was Cane, one of the richest and most powerful men in the city. Gently he tapped his fingers on the side of this throne, sitting on the top of his skyscraper building. What else was there that he could have wanted - no one could compete with him. But there was one thing he wanted - one thing that he didn't have that he desired.
          
          Cane's one true deepest desire was the Forbidden Doughnut, for unlike other Doughnuts, it was Forbidden. As he sat atop his throne on the top of his pet Iron Giant, who was named Dennis, he gazed over the New York City skyline with a twinkle in his eye.
          "You know what, Dennis," He said, "I'm going to go on a quest to find the Forbidden Doughnut."
          "But it's Forbidden!"
          "That's the point! I think I know who might know more about the Forbidden Doughnut... Dennis, quickly, let's make our way to my brother's neighbourhood- the very white residential city of Viridian City! It's only a five minute walk from here."
          "But you hate your broth-"
          "Silence! Quickly, to Viridian City! Able has to know something!"
          
          Knowing that once again Able was getting in the way of his true goals and desires, Cane shot up and charged out the door, accidentally hitting his head on his hanging machine gun chandelier. "Fuck," he grumbled and made he way out, knowing it had to be Ables fault that he hit his head. He had to find the Forbidden Viridian City and find this Dennis person since Dennis would definitely know how he could get what he wants. But first things first, he had to handle Able. Last he had talked to Able was when they met at Professor Oak's lab and Able took the last starter pokemon, leaving him with nothing but this stupid Houndour - the now Houndoom t

“You want this knot?” Justin asks, low in Chris’s ear, physically feels Chris shudder under him.
          
          “Yeah,” Chris says. “I really do.” And it’s hot like the first time a girl begged Justin to nut in her, fuck the consequences, but y’know. It’s some weird permanent emotional thing his dumb alpha brain can’t think about right now, not with Chris like this. Justin kisses him, grabs into his hair, and Chris lets him in, lets him lick into his mouth. Justin hums into it, reaches to close his other hand around Chris’s cock through his underwear, and Chris jerks up into it, whines into the kiss. “Am I--?” Chris asks, mouth still against Justin’s, but he doesn’t finish the question. He doesn’t have to. Justin knows he’s afraid to ask. He brings his hand from Chris’s cock further down between his thighs, feels where he’s soaked through the fabric. Justin swears under his breath. Chris is gonna kill him. That or Justin is gonna kill Chris and then fuck whatever’s left.
          
          “Yeah, you really fucking are,” he says. “Turn over. Shit.” Chris obeys almost automatically, and Justin yanks the ruined underwear down in the back, exposes Chris’s ass, pale skin, and when he grabs at it he thumbs him open, all slick pink hole. Justin huffs once at the sight. It’s a lot. He doesn’t even ask, just ducks his head down and licks him over, and Chris jumps, gasps.
          
          “Fuck,” Chris moans, Justin’s fingers digging into his hips as he pulls them back and laves his tongue into him. He tastes fucking good, his slick hot and sweet and when Chris ruts back against his mouth, Justin lets him. He’s breathing hard, desperate for the wet heat of it, broken moans and shaky breath and Justin just keeps licking him open, his own cock aching. But he’s focused on Chris. He mouths wet kisses up to the base of Chris’s spine, brings his hand around to sink his first two fingers in, and Chris cries out, kicks a leg against the bed.

fuck VAR