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There is a movie with Sly Stallone and Robert de Niro that takes place in Pittsburgh (NOT filmed here!) in which they play ANCIENT boxers who come out of retirement for a grudge match. Basically it’s Rocky vs Raging Bull, or “You owe me 200 bucks: 2049” <—- Warrior Reference lol
I just.. I’m full of can’t right now.
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Those lasted a year? Close to it.
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This was on my dash. One day Tommy you will no longer be.. Sullen.
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Wouldn’t Pops be proud! Maybe they’ll get together as Ishmael and Captain Ahab and redo the cover for Moby Dick.
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Tommy cocks his brow at you. “My turn is it?” He scrunches his face playfully then lays down at your command. He pulls your mouth to his for one more kiss. You snake your tongue deep inside before positioning yourself so that your body lines up perfectly beside his.
You trace over Tommy’s bottom lip with the very tip of your index finger. Then down across his chin and ever so slightly over his throat to the dip where his collar bones meet. You make the way down along Tommy’s stomach and around the indentations of his abs. Leaning over just to flick at his nipple using only the tip of your tongue. Blowing lightly over the trail of saliva your tongue leaves, you finally lay all of your weight on top of him.
Tommy glides his hand down your back palm open, hardly a touch on your skin, over your backside. He lightly traces over your curves and along the spine on the way back up. “Oh..” he lets out a soft groan as your tongue grazes his stomach. He can’t help but run his hands through your hair, tangling them in just so.
You smile against Tommy’s skin on your way further down. Hands mimicking the same pressure he’s applying on your back. However yours are on his waist. You keep at it until you can lick at the tip of his hard-on, grabbing his thighs. You continue to only use the very end of your tongue to make a slow circle around the tip just before continuing at the base of his shaft. Your tongue works slowly, lightly back up to the head. You repeat this alternating on all sides of Tommy‘s member, your nails digging in to his thigh.
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Disclaimer: Inspired by a night with my old RP partner
He growls teasingly as you run up the stairs ahead of him. He reaches out to grab your ankle which causes you to stop dead in your tracks.
You look down just as he lifts your foot enough to remove your heel and leaves it on the step. He plants a soft kiss on your ankle, matching his gesture with the other one as well. You make a tsk tsk noise and yank your foot back to run to your bathroom. He continues to chase you, growling and mischieviously swat at you. Until you scream in delight and shut the bathroom door in his face.
Once inside you start to brush the garlic and lobster taste out of your mouth. Tommy knocks on the door. “C’mon baby,” he says in a sing-songy sort of way. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” Tommy teases from the other side. “What are you doing in there? Don’t make me break this door down! I’m horny!” you can hear the laughter in his voice as he feigns whining.
You open the door, toothbrush hanging from your mouth. “Fish taste is so gross when you make out.” Toothpaste foams at the corner of your mouth. You might be in a pretty dress, but in the comfort of your home decorum is out. If Tommy Conlon is gonna see you all kinds of pregnant, AND be your husband? The two of you might as well get used to one another’s quirks.
Tommy bends to kiss the toothpaste from your lips. He licks seductively at it, lifting you off the bathroom floor and over to the sink. “Spit,” he instructs with just a hint of command in his voice as you do as you’re told.
"All this time I thought you expected me to swallow." Your turn to tease as you reach to wipe your mouth and put your toothbrush down. You turn to deftly unbutton his dress shirt, bending to kiss the exposed spots of skin below the surface as you push it over those muscular shoulders.
His fingers trace gently over your arms and shoulders. He growls caught somewhere between content and turned on when he feels the heat of your lips on his chest. One hand gets tangled up in your hair as he pulls your head back. He clips your chin with a thumb before brushing your lips with it.
"I don’t expect you to do anything but love me, Babe." He molds his mouth to yours, separating your lips with his tongue. Your tongues dance wildly as you tear at the tank top that keeps his chest from being completely bare. Laughing lightly at your fumbling fingers, Tommy steps back and pulls the fabric over his head. Cupping your face in both hands he pushes his tongue deep inside your mouth. You suck on it before biting at it softly.
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