M M Quotes

“I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can't see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine.”
― Jack Llawayllynn, Indulgence

“Cael, come on. Stop licking the dude. That's gross."

Letty let out a snort. "Please, like you don't lick dudes."

"That's different," Dex explained with a grimace. "None of those dudes were Ash. Besides, last time I checked, Ash was allergic to nuts.”
― Charlie Cochet, Hell & High Water

“You were the only thing that made me feel safe when the earthquakes threatened to break me. I needed you here because when you're not here, I don't have a home.”
― T.J. Klune, Bear, Otter, and the Kid

“Gay sex, one. Straight sex, zero”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Sin looked over at Boyd through sleepy looking, heavy lidded eyes. "Cállate la boca, blanquito."

Hearing Sin speak Spanish didn't help any; he sounded especially sexy when he was drawling those words fluidly in his low, velvety voice. "What does that mean?" he asked, half with an edge and half just curious.

Full lips turned up into a small smirk and Sin raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to the window. "It's a secret."

"Putain de beau gosse," Boyd muttered under his breath in mild annoyance, flipping forward several pages.”
― Santino Hassell, Evenfall: Volume 2: Director's Cut

“Gay Sex Three, Straight Sex Nil”
― Dani Alexander, Shattered Glass

“Sex was lovely. Sex was sublime. Sex was flesh and cock and suck and fuck and come. This night sex was starlight. Sex was oxygen. Sex was us, and we were beautiful, beautiful and perfect in each other's arms.”
― Amy Lane, Truth in the Dark

“He tries again, swallowing hard to ease away the painful lump in his throat. "It's just important. I love you. I'm yours. I need people to know."

"Alright," Lindsay says suddenly. He leans down to grab at Pip's bag, throwing stuff out onto the carpet, his iPod and phone and wallet and gloves and Attitude magazine until he finds what he's looking for, a green marker pen, and holds it between his teeth while he starts tugging at the hem of Pip's t-shirt. Pip's too surprised to do anything but submit, he lets Lindsay peel off his t-shirt and throw that on top of all the things from his bag then just watches as Lindsay pulls the pen out of the cap in his mouth and signs his name in big green letters on the side of Pip's stomach. He holds his breath, trying not to suck in the belly fat everybody else keeps telling him is imaginary. "There, you're mine, are you fucking happy now?" Lindsay snaps, and throws the recapped pen across the room to get lost in the bookcase somewhere.”
― Richard Rider, No Beginning, No End

“Oh. Momma told me not to tell you that your bed squeaks. But I think you know, 'cause I could hear it this morning. Jake dropped his fork. Tor, for the first time Jake had ever seen, turned scarlet. Maureen looked at them both and sighed. Christmas is always so interesting with you, Mark.”
― Chris Owen, Bareback

“You're doing it wrong."

"Son, I've got a gun to your chest and you're telling me that I'm doing it wrong?"

"Yes"

"How?"

"Closer isn't better." He disarmed her with a swift motion, then offered the weapon back to her. "Further away you are, the less unpredictable I can be."

Della's eyes had opened wide with surprise, but she recovered fast. Took the shotgun back and said, "Okay. Knock again so we can start over.”
― S.E. Jakes, Long Time Gone

“I like being able to wake up with you. I like knowing you'll be there if I need you," he continued, obviously uncomfortable with what he was saying but refusing to be deterred now that he'd begun. "I like being with you, Zane. And I'd like to keep that up now that you're here," he admitted shakily. He met Zane's eyes determinedly. "I want you.”
― Madeleine Urban, Sticks & Stones

“You're in my blood now, Danny Sullihan. I'll always be able to find you.”
― Lily Mayne, Soul Eater

“Jules rested the violin and bow on the case and sat down next to Jason. He hesitated for a moment, watching the older man with uncomfortable intensity, then reached for Jason and brushed a single tear from his cheek. For Jason, the touch was electric, and his physical response unexpected.

“Bach always touches my soul,” Jules half whispered. His fingers still rested against Jason’s cheek. “He must have known great love, and great pain, to write something so powerful.” Jason realized that his own pain must be showing on his face, because Jules, too, looked sad.

"I’ve never been religious,” Jules said, his eyes never leaving Jason’s, “but I played this piece in a tiny church once. It was like God was there with me, speaking through me.”

When Jason remained silent, Jules leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. At a loss to explain the intense emotional and sexual response of his own body and equally unable to stop himself, Jason
reached for Jules and returned the kiss. The younger man’s lips tasted of wine and musk, and Jason realized that he was hungry for more.”
― Shira Anthony, Blue Notes

“He was like a lot of Warmbloods, massive and showy and a bit of a dumb jock...”
― Astrid Amara, Half Pass

“What the Lady was happening? The man had his mouth smashing on Tarin's, and his tongue was shoving at Tarin's tongue. Tarin tried to scream. The men did eat boys. It wasn't just a scary fire-rumor. He bucked his body and writhed. He was going to be consumed alive!

"Lady!" he bawled like a little kid. It sort of worked.

The man moved his mouth and laughed.
"Now, no fussing. I won't hurt you if you're a good boy."

"Don't eat me," moaned Tarin. He was too scared to be brave. This was why no boys ever escaped from the Before Times buildings. The men ate them! No wonder men were so sleek and strong. They had boy meat to get them through the winter”
― Syd McGinley, Out of the Woods

“It’s funny, really: the older you get, the more you know about the world. The synapses in your brain fire at a higher level and quicker function, your knowledge expands. But you lose part of yourself, that part able to imagine great armies that wait for nothing more than your command; the dragon that hides under your bed that only you can see, its long emerald tail flashing in the darkness; the ghost that lives in your attic that only moans at 3:23 in the morning. When you lose that innocence, the world’s hues become dark and muted, and you know that dragons aren’t real. There is no army. There is no ghost in the attic. But when you’re nine? When you’re nine, it’s all probable, it’s all realistic, and even more so, it’s all true.”
― TJ Klune, Burn

“Die in winter woods," roared Tarin, as if it were his most
fervent wish. He was losing it again. Since being caught, he
had seen a boy with no balls or toes, a finger had been in his
ass twice, he'd been cooked, made to wear clothes, walked on
winter-lake stuff, wasted his gift, was going to have his tooth
pulled out and—scat—and he was being laughed at.”
― Syd McGinley, Out of the Woods

“If I'm coming all the way in there to suck your d*ck in the middle of the night, I'm not stopping there." War to Scythe”
― Elle Thorpe , Half the Battle

“Do you ever wear leather?" the guy asks.
"What?"
"Leather. Do you like leather?"
"It doesn't exactly wipe me out."
"I like to see boys in leather."
I look at him cool. "Okay," I say, "what is it you want and how much are you willing to pay for it?"
"I've got a leather jacket upstairs...Would you put it on?"
"Just put it on?"
"I'll go and get it."
He leaves the horror hole and returns a few minutes later holding a leather flying jacket with a lambswool collar. There are tears in the jacket's sleeves, and the lambswool is yellow with age. John Wayne could've worn it in one of those crappy war films he made. "Put it on," the guy says.
I give him a spiky smile and put on the jacket. "Okay, where's the plane, and what time's take-off?"
"Drop your jeans and turn around.”
― Eric Bishop-Potter

“So stop being a fuckin' coward, Wyn the Soul Eater." I knocked my fist against his chest. "If you really don't want me- no other excuses, just me- just tell me right now, and I'll leave and we'll be done. Otherwise, start getting used to the fucking fact that you can't protect me from everything. And I'm not made of glass. I can handle myself. I can look after myself." I drew myself up, squaring my shoulders. "And if we both want to be together, we're going to fuckin' be together.”
― Lily Mayne, Soul Eater

“Be careful of him Dai, whether you agree with me or not that boy is a time bomb just waiting to explode, and when he does he’s going hit everyone in his way including you . . . or especially you.-- Benjirou Uie warning Dai about Kane from "Game Boys”
― Rochelle H. Ragnarok, Game Boys

“Well, that went well,” I muttered to my cock, which had optimistically jumped up when I did. All pumped up with nowhere to go. I took it for a shower and gave it a few strokes to make it feel better, but it wasn’t fooled. It knew it was just my hand tugging on it.”
― J.L. Merrow, Pricks and Pragmatism

“Make that cage golden, it’s still a fucking cage.”
“Wel , in the absence of other options, gold will have to do.”
― Aleksandr Voinov, Counterpunch

“He made me love him.

He turned himself into my home.

Now he’s gone.

And I’m homeless.”
― Briar Prescott, Until You

“I don't regret it," he murmured in my ear. "I liked it too."
Then he was gone.”
― Lily Mayne, Soul Eater

“Do I seem like a stranger to you?" 
"No." The word is too loud, surer than I really feel. "I don't really know you." I shut my eyes and open them again, apologizing with my face and begging him with everything I am to understand this weird shit. "I don’t know you, but…I feel like I can't live without you,”
― Ella James, Wrath

“Do I seem like a stranger to you?"
"No." The word is too loud, surer than I really feel. "I don't really know you." I shut my eyes and open them again, apologizing with my face and begging him with everything I am to understand this weird shit. "I don’t know you, but…I feel like I can't live without you,”
― Ella James, Wrath

“I’m okay now. I got out. And I found you.”
― Ella James, Wrath

“I love you,” I say. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, and I’ve been waiting for you, so I can wrap you up and never let a damn thing ever hurt you again. Not without going through me first...”
― Ella James, Wrath

“You think bees are just buzzing around innocently making you delicious honey and not expecting a payback sometime? One day their true end game will be revealed.”
― Jax Calder, Playing for Keeps