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oh god wow, again, Turkey/Dino porn
Turkey watches as Dino strips in front of him.
It's nothing much, just Dino changing shirts, but Turkey is curious. He knows Dino can fight, but he wants to see how good of a fighter Dino can be (Allah knows that he won't be able to tell based on how Dino is walking around).
Turkey sees muscles, well-toned and strong. They don't look like they're there for show, but get regular use doing whatever is need. He notices how they flex and contract as Dino looks for a new shirt to put on.
There's scars. Some are easy to see, others are faint and Turkey has to look hard just to see them. There are scars long and slender that come from knives; there are some that are small and circular that were the result of gunshots. Turkey wants to know where each and every scar came from, who gave them to Dino, and why he got them (stories that Turkey wants to hear, but probably won't).
Tattoos color his body. They're the first and last thing Turkey look at. There are muscles under the pieces of permanently colored skin. He watches as the muscles cause the tattoos to move (he's a bit entranced at how the horse on his arm seems to gallop). Turkey can tell which scars are old and which were younger. Some scars are hidden under tattoos, blending in with the ink in the skin. Others break the flow of colors, normally colored skin with tattooed next to it.
Turkey wants to see more.
He wants to see what Dino is like in the heat of passion. Sweat covering his muscles, his scars, his tattoos. Turkey can imagine how his body will look: his back arched and his muscles rippling from the pleasure he's getting from his partner, his neck stretching as someone lowers their mouth to nip at the tattoo on his neck. He believes Dino's tattoos are sensitive and the tiniest bit of stimulation will cause a moan to rise from Dino's mouth.
"Turkey, you alright?"
Dino's hand is waved in front of his face. He's still shirtless, but Turkey can see that Dino is only concerned with his friend. Turkey smiles and grabs Dino's hand.
"We'll see 'bout that, Dino," Turkey replies before pulling Dino down for a kiss.
It's a shock at first. Dino eyes widen and before he can do anything, Turkey ends the kiss. There's a smirk on Turkey's face and he can see that Dino wants to wipe it off. And he does so by giving Turkey a kiss in return.
Turkey deepens it immediately. He draws Dino close to him, and Dino slips his arms beneath Turkey's shirt, raising it up. The kiss is broken for a second to take off Turkey's shirt, but once it's off, the kiss resumes and they're closer than before. Skin is touching skin and it seems like everywhere one's skin touches the other is burning up.
Turkey pushes them towards Dino's bed and they collapse on it. They lie side by side, their legs entangled. Turkey likes the feel of Dino's hands in his hair, pulling at his hair while forcing his head closer. Turkey's hands traces the scars he saw before, feeling their paths and their stories. Turkey breaks the kiss and moves his mouth lower towards Dino's neck. He smirks against skin as Dino stretches his neck, just like he imagined. He bites the tattoo and listens and enjoys Dino's gasp and moan at that. He bites harder and Dino moans his name.
"T-Turkey. . .more. . ."
Turkey chuckles and moves back to kissing Dino's lips. His hands work on Dino's pants, and it doesn't take long for them to be lowered. Turkey works on his own pants next and when he's done with that, Turkey forces their hips together, erections pressed together and they both moan. They rub against each, their moans growing louder before Turkey takes a hand and wraps it around both of them.
His hand moves erratically up and down, no set pace in motion, only goal was to bring them to the edge. Dino's hand soon joins Turkey's and they move faster. They both come too soon, but they lie in bed together. They pant and try to catch their breath.
"Heh, ya weren't that bad Dino."
Dino laughs and presses Turkey's back against the bed.
"I can be better you know."
Turkey smiles and draws Dino in.
Turkey watches as Dino strips in front of him.
It's nothing much, just Dino changing shirts, but Turkey is curious. He knows Dino can fight, but he wants to see how good of a fighter Dino can be (Allah knows that he won't be able to tell based on how Dino is walking around).
Turkey sees muscles, well-toned and strong. They don't look like they're there for show, but get regular use doing whatever is need. He notices how they flex and contract as Dino looks for a new shirt to put on.
There's scars. Some are easy to see, others are faint and Turkey has to look hard just to see them. There are scars long and slender that come from knives; there are some that are small and circular that were the result of gunshots. Turkey wants to know where each and every scar came from, who gave them to Dino, and why he got them (stories that Turkey wants to hear, but probably won't).
Tattoos color his body. They're the first and last thing Turkey look at. There are muscles under the pieces of permanently colored skin. He watches as the muscles cause the tattoos to move (he's a bit entranced at how the horse on his arm seems to gallop). Turkey can tell which scars are old and which were younger. Some scars are hidden under tattoos, blending in with the ink in the skin. Others break the flow of colors, normally colored skin with tattooed next to it.
Turkey wants to see more.
He wants to see what Dino is like in the heat of passion. Sweat covering his muscles, his scars, his tattoos. Turkey can imagine how his body will look: his back arched and his muscles rippling from the pleasure he's getting from his partner, his neck stretching as someone lowers their mouth to nip at the tattoo on his neck. He believes Dino's tattoos are sensitive and the tiniest bit of stimulation will cause a moan to rise from Dino's mouth.
"Turkey, you alright?"
Dino's hand is waved in front of his face. He's still shirtless, but Turkey can see that Dino is only concerned with his friend. Turkey smiles and grabs Dino's hand.
"We'll see 'bout that, Dino," Turkey replies before pulling Dino down for a kiss.
It's a shock at first. Dino eyes widen and before he can do anything, Turkey ends the kiss. There's a smirk on Turkey's face and he can see that Dino wants to wipe it off. And he does so by giving Turkey a kiss in return.
Turkey deepens it immediately. He draws Dino close to him, and Dino slips his arms beneath Turkey's shirt, raising it up. The kiss is broken for a second to take off Turkey's shirt, but once it's off, the kiss resumes and they're closer than before. Skin is touching skin and it seems like everywhere one's skin touches the other is burning up.
Turkey pushes them towards Dino's bed and they collapse on it. They lie side by side, their legs entangled. Turkey likes the feel of Dino's hands in his hair, pulling at his hair while forcing his head closer. Turkey's hands traces the scars he saw before, feeling their paths and their stories. Turkey breaks the kiss and moves his mouth lower towards Dino's neck. He smirks against skin as Dino stretches his neck, just like he imagined. He bites the tattoo and listens and enjoys Dino's gasp and moan at that. He bites harder and Dino moans his name.
"T-Turkey. . .more. . ."
Turkey chuckles and moves back to kissing Dino's lips. His hands work on Dino's pants, and it doesn't take long for them to be lowered. Turkey works on his own pants next and when he's done with that, Turkey forces their hips together, erections pressed together and they both moan. They rub against each, their moans growing louder before Turkey takes a hand and wraps it around both of them.
His hand moves erratically up and down, no set pace in motion, only goal was to bring them to the edge. Dino's hand soon joins Turkey's and they move faster. They both come too soon, but they lie in bed together. They pant and try to catch their breath.
"Heh, ya weren't that bad Dino."
Dino laughs and presses Turkey's back against the bed.
"I can be better you know."
Turkey smiles and draws Dino in.