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Five times Andrew tries to be quiet, and the one time he lets himself be loud.
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All my blood (for the sweetness of his laughter) by lesboneil for trxshtozier
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
11 May 2025
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Neil looked down at Andrew, his eyes widened and his dick visibly twitched. Andrew could guess what he looked like. His face drenched in blood, come, his hair sticking to his forehead, his mouth open and panting. His pants were wet and dirty because he couldn’t bother taking them off even after coming. His tongue still lapping at Neil lazily, his fangs sharp and out.
He looked like the predator he is and Neil had a thing for monsters.
For Andrew specifically.
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Kinktober 2025 — Day 29 Omorashi
Neil is holding while he and Andrew watch a documentary about a fresh water fish. Lots of running water and squirming in Andrew's lap! What could possibly go wrong?
Now featuring punishment for everything that does go wrong!He was going to explode, and it would be all over Andrew’s lap — all over their perfectly nice couch.
“Drew.” It came out a plea, desperate and shaky.
Andrew pushed firmer on his bladder, and Neil squeaked, his thighs brushing as he squeezed his legs together tighter. An exhale of air tickled his ear, amused — or as close to it as Andrew got.
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Kintober 2025 — Day 1: Orgasm Control
Andrew edges Neil. There’s a little bit of tears, a little bit of banter, and maybe even a shower blowjob afterwards!Being edged was usually a testament to Andrew’s intimate knowledge of Neil’s body language, but today, Andrew had asked Neil to be complicit.
“Use your words, Rabbit,” he’d prompted as Neil teetered on his first missed high of the night.
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Sometimes Neil is little, and Andrew takes care of him. Cartoons, stuffed animals, diapers, and spankings included.
“Did you go potty?” Andrew asked.
Neil shook his head, fingers clenching around the neck of a stuffed dog. Andrew pinned Neil with a stern look as he tried to go back to playing, ignoring Andrew’s hovering presence. The little liar just wanted to keep playing.
A quick hand patted at Neil’s crotch, discovering he was indeed wet, and wide eyes snapped up to Andrew. Neil shook his head more adamantly.
“Nuh-uh,” Neil asserted, “Didn’t go.”
“Bunny.” The firm tone of the pet name had Neil flinching. “We don’t lie in this house.”