Khunbam Kissy Doodle That I Haven't Posted Here Yet😗

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jul 10, 2023.

Recipient: @ylge_ (Prompt)

Summary: Khun reluctantly dressing in pink for a Barbie movie date with Bam (he likes it in the end)

“I think this shirt is a little too small for me,” Khun complained as he tugged at the front of his shirt. It was pink. Well, it had been red when he first bought it years ago, but the color faded after the croc ruined his laundry by throwing in a towel soaked in cleaning product.

Bam was wearing a pink hoodie and torn pink jeans, and he looked comfortable as can be. Khun was kinda jealous.

“You had time before the showing to pick up a new shirt but you insisted you already had one.” Bam grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the theater.

“And I do.” Khun pouted, but let himself be dragged.

“I promise you’ll enjoy the movie and forget all about your shirt. C’mon!”

Khun grumbled, but followed his boyfriend. They melded into the crowd full of people who were also wearing pink.

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By the time the movie ended, Khun’s discomfort was long forgotten. Hearing Bam giggle and sputter had been a treat, and he admittedly found a lot of it pretty ridiculously funny himself.

“So? What did you think?” Bam asked, squeezing Khun’s hand as they followed the sea of pink out to the parking lot.

Khun shrugged. “It was funny.”

Bam nudged his side playfully. “I heard you laughing multiple times.”

Khun pulled him closer and put an arm around Bam’s shoulders. “Alright, it was really good. Not award-winning good, but… pretty entertaining.”

Bam laughed and leaned into his boyfriend. “That means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Khun smiled and let Bam lace their fingers together. “I’ll try anything for you.”

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jul 10, 2023.

Recipient: @erielmaestro7 (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam drinking game leads to NSFW

Isu was sprawled out on the floor, the last to pass out.

Hatz was on the couch, hugging a pillow as he snored soundly. The first to pass out.

The others had long left, but two remained, ever the competitive ones.

It was Bam’s turn to pour, and he filled the two shot glasses in front of him.

Khun picked up his and raised it for Bam to clink against it.

“You should just give up now before you embarrass yourself,” said Khun slowly, doing a great job to not slur his words despite his red face and mild sway.

Bam looked no better, leaning heavily on the table to keep himself steady. “I’m not the one that’s one item away from being naked.”

“Hey!” barked Khun. He waved a hand down his front. “The tie counts.”

Khun was sitting in his boxers and tie, nothing else. Bam, on the other hand, still had on his t-shirt and boxers.

Bam licked his lips as he stared at Khun. “Okay, then. Take the tie off.”

Khun started loosening his tie. “Only if you’ll lose the shirt.”

Bam tugged on his shirt and managed to get it stuck around his head as he fell over. They both giggled as Bam flailed for a moment before freeing himself.

“You pour,” Bam said as he caught his breath.

Khun filled the shot glasses and pushed one towards Bam. “Bottom’s up, loser.”

Bam scoffed as he slammed the shot down without waiting. Khun rolled his eyes and downed his shot.

Bam swallowed hard as he stared at Khun. He was leaning back on his hands, sitting with his legs crossed in front of him.

“Well?” Khun drawled. “If you want these off, come do it yourself.”

Bam’s heart was pounding in his chest as he crawled over to Khun. “Are you sure?” he mumbled, a shaky hand tracing Khun’s abs and trailing lower.

Khun was panting, but he didn’t stop him. “Yeah. You’re next though.” Bam nodded, hooking his finger on the soft fabric and pulling.

He suddenly found himself on his back, Khun’s mouth on his. He kissed back desperately, yanking down the fabric enough to feel Khun press against him, and he gasped. Khun’s tongue brushed against his and he moaned. He hardly registered when Khun had shoved his underwear off and ground against him.

Bam wrapped his arms around Khun’s neck, pulling him closer. Kissing him wildly as they rut against each other.

All this went on with quiet moans and gasps as their friends slept right through the night.

This was my first art after a break of 4+ years from Tower of God

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Originally posted on Twitter Oct 20, 2022.

Inspiration: Link (SFW)

Summary: JahadBam (NSFW)

Lazy and relaxed, Jahad sat slumped on his throne, his wrist gently swirling the red liquid in the glass he held by the rim, dangling over the side of the armrest. He watched his pet shift around with frustrated huffs and muted whines escaping his pretty little mouth. He was squeezing the thigh he was straddling, trying to keep his balance and ignore the heat between his legs.

Their eyes met, and golden eyes silently pleaded for attention. Jahad only wanted one thing right now. “I’m enjoying my drink.”

"You don't even have to touch me," protested Bam. "Just let me ride your cock. Let me do all the work. Please." Sweat rolled down his brow, lingering on his chin and falling as he jerked his hips forward, desperation rattling in his eyes as he sought approval for something, anything. He wasn't allowed to touch himself but desperation always shone a light on loopholes: There was no rule against frotting. But he understood now that perhaps this was more torture than relief. He was painfully hard under the thin fabric of his sheer robes, and starting to feel manic as nothing he did helped abate the roiling fire in his groin. Jahad watched him, finger tapping against his half-full glass, regarding him with a frustrating amount of patience. "There is an order to things, boy. I will not change them just because you like to whine." Bam's hands shook as he dug his nails into the muscular flesh underneath him. Tears brimmed his eyes as he curved his back, a salacious moan escaping as he tried to entice the king. "Please, Jahad, I am not asking. I am begging. At least let me touch myself—something, anything, it hurts so much." He was gasping by the end, words barely coming out, his face wet and body trembling. And Jahad smiled, raising his glass to his lips, eyes sweeping up and down at the mess of a boy over his leg. "No. I find that I like this show much more."

===== Bonus =====

Jahad pressed down on the boy’s back, his splayed fingers almost covering the expanse of sun-kissed skin and quivering muscles. There was a groan in response.

“Stop. You’re not helping.”

Jahad smirked, pushing further until the grumblings were muffled by the silk sheets beneath them. “You will take me one way or another, Viole.” He pulled on Viole’s hips and tried rearranging him again, but resting his hard cock over his cheeks seemed to highlight how impossibly small the boy was in comparison.

Still.

Jahad reached down to grab a fistful of hair and yanked. Viole moaned, and he felt the boy’s hole flutter against the head of his cock as he lined up again. “No more excuses. Open up to me.”

A shiver ran through Viole and he felt the body go pliant at the command. The words slurred out. “Yes, sir. As you wish.”

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