Jolly Karlsson And Noah Sebastian Tonight @ Rockville

😭😭😭😭 omg, I can't breathe

not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.

there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.

i'll see your face in the fire

it’s finally pride month and something gay better happen to me or ill pass away

This picture is doing shit to my brain! Omg 🤯🤯🤯🤯

im losing my mind COMPLETELY

sub!noah 🥺

Did you hear me screaming??? I can’t decide if this is your way of subtly asking him, or his way of subtly asking you, because he wanted to put his collar on for you as a little ‘surprise’, and now he’s kneeling down before you, a soft needy look in his eyes and you’re looking down at this ring, realising it holds a double meaning, another promise of belonging to one another—the collar being your first 🥹

being a boring uncool insane mutual is a hard job but someone's got to do it

𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 ， 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ˚ ⸺ 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅

Can't stop thinking about Folio fucking you with his drumsticks

Can’t stop thinking about him doing this before a show, because he wants your scent with him when he’s on stage.

He loves having you spread out in the green room, teasing the thick end of the stick against your clit, watching how you jerk and press into it, softly pleading for more. “Already so needy, baby?” he drawls, voice dripping with that southern charm and teasing smirk, slow and deliberate as he begins to inch it into you.

One hand presses firmly against your stomach, fingers splayed while his thumb circles your clit, praising how well you’re taking it—how much you’re taking. “Oh, look at that… look how deep you’re taking my stick, baby. Gonna be all over it all night for me.”

Sometimes, he’ll even hold the sticks between his teeth, just to roll his tongue along the wood and get a taste of you.

Thinking about Noah as the hot bartender who serves you every time you're having a night out.

His co-workers have to remind him that there are other patrons to be served, because he's just standing there having a nice - flirty - conversation with you.

And then, he starts to invite to stay as he closes the bar, wipes the counters, sorts the glasses and rearranges the bottles.

You just sit there atop the counter, observing as he moves. He's wearing his black tank top, tattoos all on display for you to admire.

And when he's done, he puts a slow song on, and takes advantage of the two of you being alone, and the dancefloor being empty, to grab your hands a slow dance with you.

Then, one song turns into two, that turns into three, and it's then that you both realize that you just don't want to part from each other yet.