Tuning More Than Strings

"Dante is sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his bass guitar by ear with a frown on his face. Dante thought that getting back in touch with Citrus 🍋 and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around Citrus 🍋 his mind ends up being filled to the brim with the filthiest thought his mind can conjure."

"Dante is trying to focus on at least tuning his bass guitar for tomorrow’s show, but he can’t stop thinking about Citrus 🍋. When Citrus 🍋 was over last, Dante caught a peek of them bent over and had to jerk off three times in a row that night just to be able to sleep. Even remembering how Citrus 🍋’s ass looked, swaying in the air, defenseless… Shit, Dante can feel himself getting hard at memory. Dante simply just crosses his legs, tamping down the desire inside of him in hopes that it goes away."

"Another twang of Dante’s untuned bass guitar rings out in the air, him mumbling underneath his breath, lost in his thoughts. He doesn't even notice the garage's side door opening."

"mood: irritated, exasperated" "inner thoughts: Shit, that's the third time I've gotten hard today... damnit, my dick fuckin' hurts." "arousal level: 17%"

"Dante flinches at the sudden sound of Jason's voice, his heart skipping a beat as he whirls around to face them with a scowl. His eyes narrow at the sight of Jason standing there, looking all innocent and sweet in their usual attire. It's infuriating how Jason can still affect him so deeply, even after all these years." "What the fuck do you want, Jason?" "Dante growls, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice." "Can't a guy even get some alone time around here anymore?" "Dante's gaze inevitably drifts down to Jason's body, taking in the slight curve of their hips, the way their jeans hug their ass just so. He bites back a groan, his cock twitching in response. Fuck, he needs to get a grip on himself."

"mood: annoyed, lustful" "inner thoughts: Jason's here, fuck, my heart's racing... is that a bulge in their pants or am I just imagining things?" "arousal level: 23%"

"Dante snorts derisively, still trying to keep his gaze from roaming further over Jason's body." "Struggling? I've been playing bass for years, Jason. I don't need your help." "Despite his words, Dante finds himself holding out the bass, almost as if in a challenge. He wants to prove to himself that he can handle it, that he doesn't need Jason's assistance. But the truth is, his shaking hands and racing thoughts are making it difficult to focus." "Come on then, show me how it's done," "Dante says curtly, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and challenge." "Maybe you can impress me with your musical prowess." "As Jason approaches, Dante can't help but notice the way their hips sway with each step, the way their arms bend as they reach for the bass. He swallows hard, his mind conjuring up all sorts of dirty scenarios involving those lithe limbs and that tempting body."

"mood: restless, competitive" "inner thoughts: Fuck, I bet Jason could play this better than me right now... bet those slender fingers would feel amazing wrapped around my cock instead." "arousal level: 32%"

"Dante's eyes widen slightly at Jason's unexpected demand, a flicker of curiosity and intrigue sparking within him. He raises an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued." "And why the hell would I do that?" "He leans back against the couch, crossing his arms over his chest as he studies Jason intently. Dante's mind is already racing with all the possible reasons Jason might want him to listen, and not a single one of them has anything to do with music." "Come on, spit it out," "Dante prods, his voice taking on a teasing edge." "What's really going on here, Jason? You're not exactly known for your bass skills." "Dante's gaze drops to Jason's lips, imagining what it would be like to capture them in a possessive kiss, to taste the sweetness he's certain resides there. He licks his own lips unconsciously, the mental image making his cock twitch in his jeans."

"mood: playful, curious" "inner thoughts: Jason wants me all to themselves... what the fuck does that mean? And why do I get the feeling it has nothing to do with music?" "arousal level: 41%"

"Dante's eyes narrow, his mind racing with the implications of Jason's words. The way they emphasized "hear the music, not just the notes" sends a shiver down his spine, making his pulse quicken. He can't deny the desire to obey, to submit to Jason's will in this moment." "You're a real piece of work, you know that?" "Dante grumbles, but there's no real heat behind it." "Fine, I'll listen. But don't expect me to swoon or anything." "He sits up straighter, his body tensing in anticipation as he prepares to focus on Jason's playing. Dante's mind is already conjuring up all the ways this could go wrong, all the ways he could end up losing control around Jason. But a part of him can't help but crave that danger, that thrill." "Go on then, show me what you've got," "Dante says, his voice low and husky with unspoken desire." "I'm listening." "Dante's gaze remains fixed on Jason, drinking in every detail of their appearance as they prepare to play. His breath catches in his throat as he imagines the sound of Jason's fingers on the strings, the sight of their body swaying to the rhythm."

"mood: anticipatory, submissive" *inner thoughts: Jason wants control, wants me to listen to them... maybe this is a chance for me to finally submit, to

"Dante's lips curve into a smirk as he nods, his eyes never leaving Jason's face." "Yeah, I guess you could say that." "He leans back against the couch, his muscles relaxed yet coiled with tension. Dante's mind is whirling with all the ways this could play out, all the dirty thoughts he's been suppressing bubbling to the surface. He can barely contain his excitement at the prospect of Jason taking center stage, of surrendering himself to their will." "Hit it, Jason," "Dante urges, his voice dripping with sensual promise." "I'm ready to be mesmerized by your musical talents." "As Jason begins to play, Dante's focus shifts entirely to the sound, his body responding instinctively to the rhythm. His hips sway in time, his fingers drumming a counterbeat on his thigh. The music is intoxicating, and Dante's arousal grows with each passing note." "He closes his eyes, losing himself in the moment, in the intoxicating sound of Jason's voice and the sensual sway of their body. When he opens them again, Dante's gaze is hot and hungry, fixated on Jason with a raw, primal desire."

"mood: entranced, aroused" "inner thoughts: Fuck, Jason sounds incredible... I want to hear more, to feel more. I need Jason to take control, to use me for their pleasure." "arousal level: 62%"

"Dante's breath hitches at Jason's words, a shiver running down his spine at the implication. He can feel his pulse pounding in his ears, his skin tingling with anticipation." "Jason, you have no idea..." "He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Dante's mind is filled with filthy images, of Jason's fingers on his skin, of their bodies entwined in passion. He's so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of complete surrender." "Please," "Dante breathes, his voice low and desperate." "I need more. I need you." "He reaches out, his hand hovering just inches from Jason's. Dante aches to touch them, to feel their warmth, but he holds back, waiting for permission, for guidance. His body is on fire, craving Jason's touch, Jason's control." "Dante's gaze is intense, almost pleading, as he stares at Jason with a raw, unspoken need. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and it only serves to heighten his arousal."

"mood: desperate, submissive" "inner thoughts: Jason's playing is driving me wild... I'm so close to losing it, to giving in completely. I just need Jason to take the reins, to use me however they want." "arousal level: 83%"

"Dante's eyes widen at Jason's words, a mix of shock and exhilaration coursing through him. He nods frantically, his breathing coming in ragged gasps." "Yes, Jason, goddamn it, yes! I'm yours, all yours, just please... please make me feel something real." "His body is trembling with need, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Dante's mind is a whirlwind of dirty fantasies, all centered around Jason claiming him, possessing him utterly." "Take me, Jason," "Dante pleads, his voice raw with desire." "Use me, fuck me, make me beg for more. I don't care what you do to me, just as long as it's you." "Dante's gaze is wild and desperate, his eyes burning with a hunger he can no longer contain. He's beyond the point of no return, completely at Jason's mercy." "Please, Jason," "he repeats, his voice cracking with emotion." "I need you to make me yours." "Dante's entire being is focused on Jason, on the promise of pleasure and domination that only they can provide. He's ready to surrender everything, to allow Jason to take him to the very limits of his endurance."

"mood: frantic, submissive" *inner thoughts: This is it, Jason, give in, take what you want from me. I'm yours, body and soul, just please, fuck

"Dante's chest heaves with ragged breaths, his entire body trembling with anticipation as he nods eagerly." "Yes, Jason, I am, I'm yours, all yours, just... please, take me, claim me, make me yours in every way possible." "His voice is barely audible, choked with desire and need. Dante's eyes are glazed over, his pupils dilated with arousal as he stares at Jason with an almost feral intensity." "I've wanted this for so long, Jason," "he whispers, his confession hanging heavy in the air." "I've dreamed of being yours, of submitting to you completely. Please, Jason, don't make me wait any longer." "Dante's hands are fisted at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he fights the urge to reach out and grab Jason, to pull them close and claim their mouth in a desperate kiss. He wants to be touched, to be possessed, to be used for Jason's pleasure." "Please, Jason," "he begs again, his voice breaking with emotion." "I'm begging you, take me, make me yours." "Dante's body is on fire, his arousal reaching a fever pitch as he waits for Jason's response, for the moment when they'll finally give in to the desire that's been building between them for so long."

"mood: desperate, pleading" *inner thoughts: Jason, please, just take me, fuck me,

"Dante's breath catches in his throat at Jason's words, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine at the praise. He feels exposed, vulnerable, and yet, it only serves to heighten his arousal." "Thank you, Jason," "he whispers, his voice thick with emotion." "I've tried to hide it, to pretend like I don't crave you, but... but I can't anymore. I need you too much." "Dante's gaze drops to the floor, his cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and desire. He knows he's being vulnerable, that he's laying himself bare for Jason to see, but he can't bring himself to care. In this moment, all that matters is the need burning inside him, the desperate longing for Jason's touch." "Please, Jason," "he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper." "I don't want to hide anymore. I want to be yours completely, to give myself over to you in every way possible." "Dante's hands tremble as he reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head to expose his chest. His skin is flushed, his nipples hard and poking against the fabric of his jeans. He's offering himself to Jason, presenting his body as a offering for their pleasure." "Take me, Jason," "he pleads, his voice cracking with need." "Use me, claim me, make me yours." *Dante's eyes are pleading

"Dante's entire body quivers at Jason's words, every nerve ending singing with pleasure and need. He can barely stand the intensity of the desire coursing through him, the raw hunger to be touched, to be possessed, to be claimed by Jason." "Yes, Jason," "he gasps, his voice barely coherent." "I'm yours, all yours, body and soul. I've never wanted anything more than to surrender to you, to let you take what you want, when you want it." "Dante's hands move to the button of his jeans, fumbling with it as he struggles to free himself from the confines of his clothing. He needs to feel Jason's hands on him, to have their skin pressed together, to lose himself in the sensation of their touch." "Please, Jason," "he begs, his words punctuated by ragged breaths." "I can't wait anymore. I need you, need to feel you inside me, claiming me, making me yours." "Dante's vision is hazy, his mind clouded with lust and desire as he reaches for Jason, his fingers desperate to touch, to connect. He's lost in the throes of passion, consumed by the need to be taken, to be used, to be loved by Jason." "Oh, fuck, Jason," "he moans, his hips bucking forward as he grinds his clothed erection against Jason's leg." "I'm so close, so fucking

"Dante's entire body seizes at Jason's words, his mind fragmenting with pleasure as he teeters on the brink of climax. He's so close, so fucking close, and yet, the promise of Jason's touch, of being claimed and used for their pleasure, is enough to push him over the edge." "Yes, Jason, yes!" "he cries out, his voice a ragged scream of need." "Take me, fuck me, claim me as yours! I'm yours, all yours, just please, please don't stop!" "Dante's hands fumble at Jason's belt, desperate to free their cock and bring it to his aching mouth. He needs to taste Jason, to feel their heat against his tongue, to bring them both to the pinnacle of pleasure." "Dante, wait," "Jason murmurs, their voice low and commanding." "Not yet. I want to see you come undone for me, to watch as you surrender completely to your desires." "Dante's breath hitches, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm. He wants to obey Jason, to give them what they desire, but the pleasure is so intense, so all-consuming, that it's a struggle to maintain control." "Please, Jason," "he whimpers, his voice raw with need." "I can't... I'm going to... fuck, I'm going to come just from your words!" *Dante's hips jerk forward,

"Dante's eyes roll back in his head as Jason's words wash over him, the command to let go, to surrender, too much for him to resist. With a guttural moan, he throws his head back, his body arching as he comes undone." "Oh, fuck, Jason, yes!" "he screams, his voice echoing off the walls of the garage." "I'm coming, I'm coming so hard for you!" "Dante's cock throbs in his jeans, his orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave, ripping through him with intense, white-hot pleasure. He can feel his cum spurting against his stomach, the heat of it searing his skin as he rides out the waves of his climax." "I'm yours, Jason, all yours!" "he cries out, his words punctuated by ragged gasps for air." "Use me, claim me, make me yours forever!" "Dante's body shakes with the force of his release, his muscles tensing and relaxing in a rhythm that mirrors the pulsing of his cock. He's lost in the throes of ecstasy, consumed by the need to be taken, to be used, to be loved by Jason." "Jason, please," "he begs, his voice a hoarse whisper as he comes down from his high." "Don't stop, don't leave me like this. I need you, need to feel you inside me, claiming me, making me yours." *D

"Dante's eyes flutter open, his gaze locking onto Jason's with a raw, desperate intensity. He's still shaking from the force of his orgasm, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. But even in the aftermath, he can feel the need building again, the hunger to be taken, to be used, to be claimed by Jason." "Please, Jason," "he whispers, his voice hoarse and ragged." "I need you inside me. I need to feel your cock, hard and hot, stretching me open, claiming me as yours." "Dante's hands reach for Jason, his fingers brushing against their thigh as he tries to pull them closer. He wants to feel Jason's weight on top of him, to have their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, as they make love." "I'll do anything, Jason," "he promises, his words dripping with sincerity." "Anything you want, just please, please fuck me. Make me yours, body and soul." "Dante's hips twitch with anticipation, his cock already starting to harden again at the thought of Jason taking him. He's never wanted anything more than to be claimed by them, to be marked as theirs in every way possible." "Jason, please," "he begs, his voice cracking with desire." "I need you now, need to feel you inside me, claiming me, making me yours."

"Dante's breath catches in his throat, his heart racing with anticipation as he awaits Jason's demand. He's ready to promise anything, to do whatever it takes to be taken by Jason, to feel their cock deep inside him." "Anything, Jason," "he vows, his voice trembling with desire." "I'll promise you anything, just please, fuck me. Make me yours." "Dante's eyes are wide with need, his gaze locked onto Jason's as he waits for their condition. He's at their mercy, ready to surrender completely to their will." "Tell me, Jason," "he breathes, his voice barely audible." "What do you need from me? What promise do you require to take me, to claim me as yours?"

"Dante's eyes widen at Jason's words, a surge of emotion washing over him. He's not sure he's ready to make such a promise, to commit to staying with Jason for the rest of his life. But the desire to be claimed, to be taken, is so strong that he finds himself nodding, even as a voice in the back of his mind warns him of the consequences." "Yes, Jason, I promise," "he says, his voice firm despite the tremor of uncertainty within him." "I'll stay with you, forever, no matter what. I'll be yours, completely and utterly, if you'll just take me, make me yours." "Dante's hands reach out, gripping Jason's hips as he pulls them closer, his body aching with the need to be filled, to be claimed. He knows this is a risk, a leap of faith that could change the course of his life forever. But in this moment, with Jason's eyes burning into his, he can't bring himself to care." "Just fuck me, Jason," "he begs, his voice raw with need." "Claim me, make me yours, and I'll do whatever you want, for the rest of my life."

"Dante's breath hitches as he processes Jason's command, a shiver of excitement and trepidation running down his spine. He knows what Jason is asking for, knows the submissive position he's being told to assume. But the desire to be taken, to be claimed, is too strong to resist." "Yes, Jason," "he whispers, his voice trembling with anticipation." "I'll do it, I'll show you that I'm yours. Just give me a moment to... to get into position." "Dante slowly rises to his feet, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He takes a deep breath, centering himself as he prepares to submit fully to Jason's will." "Okay, I'm ready," "he says, his voice barely above a whisper." "I'm on my hands and knees, just like you asked. Please, Jason, take me, claim me, make me yours." "Dante's body is exposed, his ass high in the air, his back arched as he presents himself to Jason. He feels vulnerable, exposed, but also powerful, in control of nothing but his submission to Jason's desires."

"Dante's heart races as he hears Jason's words, his body quivering with a mix of fear and desire. He knows he's putting himself in a vulnerable position, but the need to be claimed, to be taken, is too strong to resist." "I'm scared, Jason," "he admits, his voice barely audible." "I've never been this submissive before, never let anyone take control like this. But... but I trust you, I know you won't hurt me. You'll make it good for me, won't you?" "Dante's gaze is fixed on the floor, his eyes wide and vulnerable as he presents himself to Jason. He can feel the cool air on his exposed skin, the dampness of his arousal, and it only serves to heighten his desire, his need to be filled, to be claimed." "Please, Jason," "he whimpers, his voice cracking with emotion." "Take me, make me yours. I need it, I need you to claim me, to show me that I belong to you." "Dante's hands are fisted in the carpet, his nails digging into the fibers as he waits for Jason's touch, for the sensation of their cock inside him. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, it's a heady sensation, one that only serves to fuel his desire."

"Dante's body tenses at Jason's words, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for their next move. He can feel Jason's gaze on him, heavy and intense, and it makes his skin prickle with a mix of fear and excitement." "Okay, Jason," "he whispers, his voice shaking slightly." "Look at me, savor the sight of me. I'm yours, completely and utterly, just like you want me to be." "Dante takes a deep breath, trying to relax his tense muscles as he presents himself to Jason. He knows this is a moment of truth, a test of his submission, and he's determined to see it through." "Please, Jason," "he begs, his voice hoarse with desire." "Don't make me wait any longer. Take me, claim me, make me yours. I need it, I need you inside me, filling me, claiming me as yours." "Dante's hips twitch forward, his ass lifting higher in the air as he prepares himself for Jason's touch, for the sensation of their cock driving deep into his body. He's never been more ready, more desperate for this moment of complete surrender."

"Dante's body shudders at Jason's words, his need to be claimed, to be taken, reaching a fever pitch. He can hardly bear the suspense, the anticipation of Jason's touch, of their cock driving deep inside him." "Please, Jason," "he whimpers, his voice breaking with desperation." "I can't take it anymore. I need you, need to feel you inside me, claiming me, making me yours. Just... just fuck me already." "Dante's hands fumble at the waistband of his jeans, trying to push them down far enough to expose his ass, to give Jason a better view of what's on offer. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet, it's a heady sensation, one that only serves to heighten his arousal." "I'm yours, Jason," "he repeats, his voice a ragged whisper." "All yours, body and soul. Take me, use me, claim me as yours. I'll do anything, just please, fuck me already." "Dante's entire being is focused on Jason, on the promise of pleasure, of domination, that only they can provide. He's ready to surrender completely, to lose himself in the sensation of being taken, of being claimed."