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Grant arched an eyebrow. “You’re giving me a ninety dollar tip on a ten dollar drink?” he asked, shrugging and slipping the money into his pocket. “Not gonna complain about that,” he grinned.

"I've got the money to spend. I'm not greedy." Ryder gave the younger boy a wink. "Long as you give me a couple more, the money's all yours." He shrugged keeping his gaze on the other male. "I'm Ryder. You look a bit young to be serving alcohol."

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SMUT STARTERS Threesome Edition

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DJ was trying– god he was trying to keep quiet– he tried biting his tongue, he tried keeping his mouth clamped shut, he even tried to think about Hillary Clinton but nothing was working. Ryder’s hard thrusts were driving louder and louder moans out of him with each snap of his hips; even the other’s hand over his mouth wasn’t enough to silence him. “Fuck Ryder…” he cried out, his words a breath filled moan as his toes curled. Rex finding them would have been okay but, well, here anyone could walk in on them– but rather than that scaring him it only seemed to turn DJ on more. “Don’t stop,” he mumbled, his tone muffled under the hand, as he closed his eyes with another moan.

Ryder slowly slid his hand away from DJ's mouth once he found him to be quiet enough, placing it on his chest. The fact that they were sneaking around was always fun for Ryder, but the challenge of keeping quiet was what made it so arousing for him considering he had his own trouble keeping quiet at times. He kept his thrusts going harder and harder each time, the tightness of DJ's ass hole squeezing Ryder's fat cock. "That's it, baby boy. Nice and quiet." He mumbled through heavy breaths as precum spilled from his cock.

grant.

“We got everclear,” Grant said with a small smirk, his thumb jabbing back towards where the liquor was. “It’s shit but it’ll do that if you want it to,”

"I'll take it." Ryder agreed with a smirk of his own, handing the male a $100 bill. "Long as it fucks me up, I don't care how it tastes."