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hcnnahmxe​:

Breathing is difficult. Hell, thinking is difficult. All Hannah knows right now is feeling, nothing else matters, anything that might have once been important is now forgotten. The feeling of his fingers in her hair, of his lips against hers, of the small circles dancing across her back that send an involuntary shiver up her spine - those are the things that matter. She has half a mind to surrender herself completely; to never think again if it feels this good. Being raised in a Christian household was all well and good but it’s only with Bram that she’s ever known what worship was meant to be.

When his kisses move to her jaw she manages to take a deep breath, eyes closed as she lets her head fall backwards for him, shivering as he moves to her neck. She gasps as he presses into her, a deep flush reappearing on her cheeks, “Yes, I-” She tries to respond but she’s cut off by her own moan, both of her hands resting on his shoulders as he sucks at the tender area, “I’d love to but I,” Hannah-Mae pauses to take another deep breath, giggling softly as she centers herself, looking at him through half-lidded eyes, “Honey, I gotta lock up first.” She strokes her fingers gently over his cheek with a soft smile, still feeling slightly dizzy, “wait for me outside?”

That gasp is enough to take Bram to a near feral state of need. Everything in him said strip her down right here, fuck her on the bar, make a mess of everything she’d just cleaned. It’s the Honey that brings him back to himself, the pressure of her hands on his face, that soft smile that makes his insides ache. Breathing hard he presses his forehead against hers, as if he has to pull his own sense of self control directly out of Hannah’s body. He has never loved being called honey so much in his life, but he’d kill to earn that sentiment from her.

He takes one of her hands and pulls her fingers to his lips to kiss him. The idea of parting from her warmth feels displeasing, but they both know if he doesn’t they’ll never make it back to the softness of his bed. “Don’t take too long or I’ll be tempted to come back in for you. Remember what happened the last time we stayed the night in the bar? My back is not made for that at this age.” He kisses her fingers again, steals another taste of her lips and then reluctantly banishes himself from the warmth of her body, backwards walking to the stairs, drinking in the last glimpse of her before he has to turn and head back upstairs. 

Outside is cool and breezy, calms his heated skin and helps him reign his control in so he doesn’t push her up against the wall the second she joins him. He’s leaning against his car, the driver’s side door opened and waiting for her, because he’s nothing if not a gentleman.

“You need dinner or did you have time to eat tonight?” he greets her, arms circling back around her and pulling her in as she joins him. “We can stop for something on the way. Or I’ve got...shit...leftover spaghetti I think? You know I’m not much of a cook.”

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axgies​:

Augie was already riled up and the tightened grip in his unruly hair made him groan, an involuntary noise from the back of his throat. “It’s cute that you think I wouldn’t tell you all of the fantasies without alcohol.” He said, leaning back into the touch, “But considering you like patience, then I would consider you more virtuous than ninety percent of the population.” God, those little circles felt good in contrast to the now slightly tighter grip.

Augie was paying attention to how the man was moving, and couldn’t hide the shock when he seemed interested in what he wanted. “Didn’t you hire me for what you wa-“ He couldn’t finish his thought before he had been pushed flat on his back. The roughness of the push left him feeling the man’s hand against him even when he had let go. A breathless chuckle left his lips, slowly turning into a low groan as the man moved lower. Someone paying as much attention, asking him questions, was not common. Usually by now he would be on his knees, maybe putting on an act to get the most out of the experience, but instead he was there trying now to jerk his hips up and failing. He bit his lip, smirking. “It depends on how good at begging I am, sometimes I was allowed to after a long time of getting me on the edge, and sometimes he would walk away after fucking me senseless, leaving me painfully hard and desperate to cum.” He lifted his head to catch the man’s eye, “I guess it’s up to you how you want to use me.”

“There’s nothing virtuous in learning how to get what you want. Patience gets me...reaction.” He’d enjoyed that little noise in the back of the boy’s throat, he enjoys the surprise that’s lingering in his eyes. Bram is coming out of left field, giving this boy an experience he hasn’t had before. That’s the high, that’s better than the orgasm, better than the tight thrusting and gripping skin tight, the way people looked at him when he forced them to be present in and enjoy a moment during which they usually detached. He supposed that’s why he liked escorts, spoiling them brought about a satisfaction both physical and beyond.

Confusion, arousal, a mixture of both paint the handsome face as Bram teases against him. He feels the way those hips want to jerk upwards. He wonders if the boy has forgotten what it feels like to have his body be invested in the sex effortlessly, to truly feel sensation. “Hmmm we’ll have to play it by ear, won’t we. Depends on whether you’re a good boy or a bad boy.” Both options had appeal. Bram was confident that both options would make the boy, Augie the person on the phone had called him, very inclined to desire a repeat performance. “But first let’s see what kind of delightful sounds I can get out of you.” His fingers unbutton the jeans, work the zipper down. The slip of rought denim against skin makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He slides his hands up Augie’s thighs, gently palms him through his boxers, lowers himself to his knees and lets his mouth find warm hints of skin below the boy’s shirt. 

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knoxserrano​:

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“And what made you think I was every going to screw it up? I’ve always been worth every penny.” The male smirked. Sure he had an ego, one large enough for multiple people if you asked the women in his life but in his eyes it was worth while. “Do you need me to walk you through the whole after care process or just wrap you up and send you on your way?” 

That was exactly what the reviews said. Worth every penny. Trustworthy and talented. But reviews and good lip service could be bought sometimes. “Wrap me up and send me on my way, Knox,” Bram answered with a wave of his hand. “I’m well versed on not fucking up good ink after it’s been given to me.” He grinned, giving the artwork another look in the mirror before returning to the chair so Knox could wrap him up. “You almost done your shift? I owe you a beer.”

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hcnnahmxe​:

If Hannah could bottle this feeling, this moment, she would. She felt like electricity was running through her veins. Like she wants to feel this way forever - on the edge of something spectacular, the anticipation, the build up, would never cease to excite her. But when Bram laughs, that’s a sound she could listen to for the rest of her life and never grow bored of, the cocktail of emotions that are flooding her brain almost make her feel dizzy but he helps her feel grounded, or at least a little more sane.

“Well I–” She shifts a little, glancing down at the floor as her blush darkens, the bite marks had lasted a while too, not an unpleasant reminder at all. When she meets his gaze she freezes, like a rabbit caught in the headlights, and she finds that she doesn’t care. She’d happily melt into him, she’d do almost anything he’d ask of her, but she can’t let herself think that. Hannah-Mae raises an eyebrow, “I most certainly would not-” Her hands are halfway to resting on her hips to mock-scold him but she’s suddenly being lifted over her bar, and she can’t help but to giggle as she rests on the edge, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t let her fall. And then he’s kissing her and the world melts away. She can’t pull him close enough, wrapping her legs around his hips in an attempt to close any distance between them. A soft whine escapes her as she kisses him back as if she might never kiss anyone again, her hands running through his hair, over his shoulders - anywhere she can reach.

That whine is everything. It quenches his thirst more than any whiskey ever would. Bram’s whole being dissipates till he is nothing but a desire to earn more of those sounds; louder, more desperate, shaking with need. His mouth worships against hers, he’s not racing to the rest of the body, no, a fire like Hannah deserves to be stoked slowly, every inch of her adequately flushed and swollen from attention. His right arm loops around her, fingers finding their way to tease warm skin with gentle circles that contrast the heated and rough kisses. His other hand dives into her hair to hold her close, so that there’s no question of how much he wants her, needs her.

He hopes that he’s kissed her breathless, because the air is gusting out of him heavy and uneven as he lets his tongue trace her lower lip. Her lips are heaven but he’s finally overcome with the urge to go exploring, kisses trailing to her jaw, brushing along the curve of her neck, looking for every tender spot that might make her blood curdle with hunger. He presses into her, gives her an idea of exactly what she’s doing to him and how tight his pants have gotten. “Come back to my place tonight?” he murmurs as he lands on her pulse point and lets his lips latch onto her soft skin, sucking, teasing with tongue and teeth. He doesn’t want to let go of her tonight. 

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knoxserrano​:

Open Starter | Tit ‘4′ Tat  @indulgencerpgstarters​

Giving the tattoo his final wipe over Knox admired his work for a second before he lifted his eyes to meet the others, a smile appearing on his face for a second. “Well you made it all the way through, you’re done…mirror is over there if you want to take a proper look before I wrap you up for healing.” 

Bram doesn’t give out smiles to just anyone, but people who do their craft and do it well, they fall into the special category. Knox is graced with a smile as Bram moves towards the mirror, checking out the finished tattoo on his left bicep. “Shit man that is impressive. You are worth every penny.”

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hcnnahmxe​:

She rolled her eyes at him but she couldn’t help but to smile at the nickname, shaking her head a little. She can’t turn away quickly enough, pretending to studying the bottles on the shelves so that he can’t see what he does to her, though she’s not convinced that he can’t hear her heartbeat. Hannah-Mae has to stretch up on her tiptoes to reach the bottle of whiskey - she’s thankful she wore a knee-length dress tonight - and nearly drops it when he asks for his favourite chaser, god she could scream. “Comin’ right up.” At least her voice didn’t give her away as she turned back around, though she barely looked at him as she placed a glass in front of him and poured the whiskey like it was second nature, like she wasn’t completely distracted by him, “Our finest whiskey for you.”

A grin appears as she shakes her head, “Nuh-uh, you’re like a great dane that thinks he’s a lap dog, all bark and no bite.” She knows she’s stepping ever closer to dangerous territory but it’s delectable, as she watches him lean towards her she has to will herself to stay still, to not melt right then and there. His breath on his neck is enough to make her breath hitch and she can’t hide that. She looks at him, so close now, drinking him in for a moment, and then she can’t help but giggle, “Oh? Well, that ain’t very professional of you.” As she glances down at his lips and then back up she calculates whether or not she thinks she could climb across her bar to get to him, and then remembers that he’s almost twice her size and could pull her over if he really wanted, and that sends a delightful chill down her spine.

She’s so good at this, keeping her composure, and it made Bram want to compose about her, to capture the way her body softens in his direction one minute and then flits away like a tease, like she knows she’s got every single one of his vital organs in her hands. But he knows her well enough to know that at least some part of her is shaken by the chaser comment. He has to satisfy her, he has to stick under her skin just a little bit, otherwise she wouldn’t keep inviting him to claim her company whenever he wanted. 

Wanted...god he fucking wanted.

His hand wraps around the glass of whiskey, he makes sure to snag at her fingers, to tease her with touch. He doesn’t bring the glass to his lips yet, but he grins, let’s out a bark of a laugh. “A great dane. You could have labeled me worse. As for bites, I do believe I left some teeth marks in your thigh last week that disprove your theory completely. Unless you’ve forgotten. The way you moaned, begged me to leave another set on the other side.” He finally brings the whiskey to his mouth, downs the whole thing in one go, licks his lips and his eyes are burning with intentions as he meets her gaze. “Not professional at all. You’d still give me the job though. Now, about my chaser.” And then he’s leaning over to claim Hannah’s waist, he’s hoisting her over the bar, perching her frame against the very edge of the bartop and pushing himself between her legs as he kisses her rough and demanding.

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axgies​:

Augie had always had an issue with patience. Waiting for anything drove him crazy, and he just knew that he was going to be incredibly riled up if the man kept a slow pace. His eyes went from the action on the screen, to the dark haired man, who had a subdued grace to him that he rarely saw in other clients. “Honestly, if you did want to just have a friendly campfire porno circle jerk, you absolutely wouldn’t be the first.” He joked. He crept forward to the edge of the bed, taking the glass that was already gathering condensation. “Whoa, having any kind of virtue around here? How did you manage to keep that?” He took a brief sip, savouring the cool drink. It wasn’t often that the clients offered him a drink, but he would never say no, not when vodka helped his pants come off quicker.

Before he could take another, he felt fingers in his hair, and grinned as he felt a hint of a tug. Licking his lips, he glanced at the man. It would be easy to make something up, some bullshit about wanting to fuck a teacher was his usual go to. But it took so much energy to lie and he wanted those fingers to keep tugging. “My first one? Ha, I was a teenager and there was this guy at the gym I went to who looked like he could punch a hole in a brick wall, and he gave no fucks about who saw him shower naked, and why would he? His cock was nothing short of glorious. ” He inhaled deeply, “And I would think about him taking me by the throat and slamming me against the shower wall and making me beg him to fuck me. And he would make me beg louder and louder so that anyone around could hear how desperate I was.”

Bram likes to focus in on details. The clink of ice in the glass, the slide of the male’s body against the mattress as he scooted forward, the contras of his lips against the clear glass he took a sip. And oh his hair feels nice, the way he almost leans into the touch and begs it to continue feels promising. “Virtue?” He lets out a throaty chuckle, he was fairly certain nothing of the sort clung to him. “I hardly think liquoring you up to get you in the mood because I want to hear all your dirty fantasies would be considered a virtue by those who actually claim to be virtuous.” His grip playfully tightens, his thumb stroking small circles in contrast to his rough claim on those dark strands.

What he liked the most about this lovely new toy was that it was equal parts believable that he might be telling the truth or telling a lie. Bram is delighted by the story itself either way, it is helping his adventurous mind hone in on exactly what flavor of evening he might want to have. His gaze darts to the newly opened curtains of the window, his grin absolutely wolfish. “So that’s what you want.”  It’s a shame that there is a body in the bathtub, because a rough romp in the shower sounds delightful. But  he can make do.  “Lay back,” he urged, letting go of the male’s hair with a rough push, a rocking of his palm meant to send him falling backwards.  He intends to provide some of the things this man normally expects from his clients...but Bram is all about adding the unexpected as well. His hands move to work on the button of his jeans, teasing at him through the denim between purposefully slow attacks on the zipper now. “Did he let you come in this fantasy, or did he use you and leave you wanting like the dirty boy you are.”

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Santa: “what would you like for Christmas?”

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hcnnahmxe​:

Friend. The word echoed through her mind for a moment, though the smile on her face didn’t give anything away, but it hurt in a way she hadn’t expected it to. “I’ll always have time to hang out with you, I can hardly escape you, and I better be your favourite.” It was true enough, she’d drop anything if he asked her, but he wouldn’t, and one day he’d find the person he was meant to be with and she’d be happy for him. She looked at him and tilted her head with a small smirk, “Since I’m your favourite bartender, what can I get you to drink, sir?” If anyone caught the way she looked at him when he wasn’t looking at her they’d call her doe-eyed - they’d be right, of course - but it was safer to keep that hidden from him, like almost everything else that she kept locked away from the rest of the world.

“Yeah, you’d be a terrible security guard - they have to be intimidatin’, right?” She pulled a face as she teased him, and then felt her cheeks grow hot as he looked her over, it was both familiar and thrilling at the same time. Picking up a glass she filled it with ice, water, and a slice of lemon to distract herself for a moment, though with him this close it almost felt like her entire body was on fire and only one thing would put it out, but it was the build up that made her heart race. Hannah-Mae shook her head a little, “It’s okay, I can take care of myself, and it’s a very exclusive club - I don’t let just anyone in. ‘Sides, I ain’t really the trustin’ kind, ‘specially when it comes to hiring people.” 

“Are you trying to escape me, banana? I’m wounded.” He pressed his palm to his chest, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “You’re my favorite.” His voice softens, a husky edge, sensual and promising and god he hopes it makes her tingle. Bram leans back in his seat, grinning when she asks him for his drink. “Shot...something with whiskey, and then my favorite chaser.” Only Hannah will know what that meant, that her mouth, her body, her...she was his favorite chaser on a night like this. His favorite everything, god that word had come out of his mouth far too easily, and he hoped she just assumed it was flirtatious banter. 

“I’m...not intimidating?” Bram feigned a pout, his palm pressing against his chest. “Careful, Hannah you’re going to send me spiraling into an identity crisis.”  He presses his palms on the bar top, leans across it, steadying his frame on the stool till he was close enough that his breath gusted against her neck as he ghosted his lips along the curve of her neck. Points to Hannah, he’d gone for the first touch tonight which meant she’d won, and god if this wasn’t a game where losing felt as enjoyable as winning. “Ah but I’m such a good interviewer. Would charm you and fuck you through the whole thing.”

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axgies​:

Augie knew that moving to the city was a great idea. He hadn’t been starved for would work in other cities, but Santa Ysabel had a different brand of clientele. They tended to be less ashamed of the services they were accessing, and in turn gave him something a little bit more exciting. The city was undoubtedly dangerous and that was incredibly hot. He found his way up to the hotel room, winking at the cute front desk attendant as he walked past. This wasn’t the first time he had been called to this particular hotel, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

He knocked on the door, ready to discard his clothing as soon as he walked through that threshold. That’s how it usually went, the clients would be overexcited, despite knowing he had the stamina for them to be patient and the sex would be quick, if he was lucky he would get to cum too. He grinned as the older man opened the door. He was hot, that was definitely a welcome addition. “Wow, you’re the first in a while that hasn’t decided to tear my clothes off straight away.” He chuckled, slowly walking to the bed, “Anything with vodka, vodka lime and soda probably.” He reached for the remote on the bed, doing as he was told, when the time called for it he could be a brat but he wanted to see how this played out. “So…” He started as he flicked through the porn offerings, none of them exactly piquing his interest until he came across one that promised something that looked more public and rough, just what he liked, “I guess I need to do my damn job and ask you what you want, if that’s just sitting down and watching porn I won’t complain, but I’m hoping you have something more fun in mind.”

You could tell things about people based on their porn of choice. Of course it was the side of people they were willing to let you see, people didn’t just offer their darkest dirtiest kinks on the first go. But Bram’s eyes flicker to the screen and he notes the public angle, the roughness. His movements are slow and casual as he moves to the window and spreads the curtains. He’d be willing to guess by the language that the male was a semi seasoned escort. Innocence long gone but not so broken down by shitty clients that he couldn’t hope for at least a little dying gasp of genuine enjoyment.

“I like anticipation. I like foreplay.” Bram has moved back to the little kitchenette, working on the vodka lime and sodas. “If I wanted a friendly porn and circle jerk moment I could get that without spending the money it took to get someone of your caliber at my door.” There’s the clink of ice in glasses, liquid pouring. “Patience is a virtue you know, but I promise I have many fun things floating around my mind.” Bram moves to the edge of the bed, offering his guest one of the glasses. “Just drink, chill out for a minute.” His fingers slide into the younger male’s hair and teasingly grip at the roots. Not too hard, but hard enough to make it clear there was going to be pulling later.  “Tell me about your first sexual fantasy. The first one that was so good, so satisfying you played it over and over again in your head.”

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hcnnahmxe​:

Professionalism was something that Hannah-Mae prided herself on, the ability to smile through any situation and generally remain collected, especially since there wasn’t a lot she had to do for the bar but make sure everyone was having a good time. But whenever Bram was around her normal calm demeanour definitely took a hit and she found herself concentrating more on making sure that he didn’t get the satisfaction of seeing her blush.

At the end of the night she’d sent all of her staff home, thanking them for a good night’s work and offering to tidy up for them, though the real motive was that it would leave her completely alone with him. The tension between them was palpable as she cleaned the glasses, placing them back in their spot one by one, taking her time in dragging this out. She raised an eyebrow at his question, a slight smirk appearing on her face, “Aw, you’re worried about little ol’ me?” She chuckled and set the glass down, leaning on the bar to be closer to him for a moment, “he’s been in a couple times but tonight was the worst - hence his newly broken fingers - so I don’t think he’ll be comin’ here again anyway.” She stood up straight once more and picked up another glass, “and if you’re offerin’ yourself as my security I don’t think you’d do a very good job if you’re distracted by the boss, hmm?” she teased as she began cleaning again, green eyes glinting with mischief.

It didn’t help matters that Hannah was good company even when her legs weren’t wrapped like a vice around him. She had this way of smiling and making it feel like she’d wrapped him up in something warm. He wanted to protect that smile, give it reasons to keep popping up. “Not worried about you,” he corrected, “just not willing to have you so busy breaking fingers you don’t have time to hang out with me anymore. You know you’re my favorite bartender, rummy player, after hours friend.” Friend. Yes. A word that doesn’t feel quite right when paired with the way he wakes up thinking about her in this way that is pure brightness and affection, but it’s a safer word. He’s a shitty friend in the long run, she deserves so much better, but he can at least make a decent try of being a friend. Anything else and he’d fail her miserably. 

“I wasn’t offering myself as your security. Sounds like you’re displacing your own fantasies on me, Hannah banana.” He grins, licks his lips as his eyes roam her figure. “If you wanted to roleplay a bodyguard scenario you know all you needed to do was ask.” Bram wonders how she can make cleaning so goddamn erotic, her fingers nimble...his mind wandering to what it feels like to have them desperately digging into his skin. “I do however know people in freelance security that could help you out. Broken fingers deter foul mouthed pieces of shit but if someone comes in here fucked up on party favors and not connected to reality you might need some backup.” 

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Some nights they didn’t plan it. He’d come to the bar and just watch her, coy glances, flirting back and forths, the sexual tension tightening between them. Every time he said her name, Hannah, he’d give it an extra caress just to see if he could get her to blush, get her breath to hitch, get her to beg him with her eyes to make sure he was the last patron in the bar because she needed him to make her scream.

God he fucking loved making her scream.

But also...also making her laugh, shiver, sob out into the crook of his next. Last call passed like a blur, with the whole world whittled down to nothing but the tiny burst of fascinating beautiful humanity that was Hannah-Mae. And then it was just them, just them and the tension so thick with promise it almost hurt. “That guy you had to kick out earlier. Is he a frequent problem?” He’s sitting casually at the bar, watching her clean glasses, as if they both don’t know it’s a matter of which of them breaks first before he’s fucking her on this bartop. “I missed the tail end of that altercation but I didn’t like it. I know you can beat the shit out of someone Hannah, but I wish you’d consider getting some backup security in here, especially on your busy nights.” @hcnnahmxe​

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There was a body in the bathroom of his hotel room. Still alive, for now, but fast asleep thanks to the sedatives he got from a doctor friend. Wouldn’t be alive for long, not with the amount he was going to get paid, but his client wanted it to last and Bram did his best work after a nice hard fuck. So he’d called his favorite escort service, they knew his order by now. Any gender, just make sure they had a mouth that could make you see god and the stamina for a lengthy session that involved overstimulation. When he opens the door to the attractive younger male his grin is wolfish. “You make a delicious first impression. Come in. Don’t take your clothes off yet. Take the remote on the bed and order your favorite porn. What do you like to drink?” @axgies​

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✗✗✗ you see [ bram vos ] around lately? yeah i heard the [ cis male ] is/are up to no good. [ he ] has been here for [ six years ] now but they’re still pretty [ quiet ] which is fine because they’re also [ confident ] so it balances out. the [ thirty nine ] year old [ piano teacher/ hitman ] actually looks like a lot like [ michiel huisman ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ sex & violence ]

FAST FACTS:

Sexuality: Bisexual, Biromantic

Occupation: Piano Teacher / Hitman

Personality: Quiet and intensely observant but when he does feel a burst of extroverted energy he’s very confident and charismatic. Can be very serious one minute and then surprise you with a playful mischievous demeanor the next.

Sexual Roles: Dominant, big on bondage and impact play and rough sex

Vices: Was previously in treatment for sex addiction and then decided why the fuck treat it if I can just move to a town that embraces it so sex = number one vice. 0 self control, will fuck you anytime anywhere for any length of time. Liquor, Violence ( starting fights, finishing fights that weren’t his to begin with, murder )

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Bram’s father was a mean drunk, but even meaner and with better aim when he was sober. One of the few things he’s truly ashamed about is what a bully he was in elementary and middle school, one of those angry helpless youths who took his anger and pain out on those weaker than himself. As dark as he admits his head can get now, he will also say that had the music teacher Mr. Randall not taken a chance on him, he would have grown into something much worse. Piano soothed everything broken and aching in Bram, and it gave him a reason to stop fighting for a while. Broken bruised knuckles could not urge the same melodies out of the piano keys, after all.

For a good six years the music was enough. He dreamed of concerts, of a career, of fame and making a name for himself and feeling larger than life instead of small and rotted. But even though his love for the music never faded, even that stopped being enough to hold his demons at bay. At eighteen he started fighting again, didn’t feel whole unless he heard the snaps of bone and cartilage, the ache of muscles and sinew, the blood pumping under his skin, his heart racing in his head. And when he ended up getting into a fight with the Principle’s son, broke his jaw. The Principle, a man of influence, made it clear he was going to see to it that Bram never got a chance to perform anywhere of note.

And instead of feeling grief or bereavement, when he left that office Bram felt triumphant, he felt clear headed, like fate had told him what he was meant for. He made a name for himself as a piano teacher, he made a name for himself at all the local escort services too. He was at all times a burning war of the need to protect and nurture some souls and bruise and batter others. Sharing music was the way he offered the former. Becoming a hitman for hire was how he gave himself access to the other. He grew into a quiet, observant, aching at all times soul who was never quite sure if his touch was going to be gentle or hard until it was happening. After several failed romances for the sake of an ex he tried to go to a sex addiction program, but it didn’t take. Sex balanced out his demons, it was a place where his hardness and softness could work in tandem instead of being at odds. He couldn’t give it up even in the name of emotional health and connection.

A friend had traveled through Santa Ysabel for his bachelor party, and when he recounted stories to Bram, the man was intrigued. With nothing to keep him permanently rooted he packed his bags and moved, with enough savings on him to hold off till he could establish new music student clientele...and more clients in need of problematic people going missing.

CONNECTION IDEAS

Music students: beginners, more advanced pupils, any age range, just someone for Bram to nurture in the craft, to seek to make sure they can have the career he ruined for himself.

Bar fight buddies: Someone with a love of fighting that matches Bram’s. If they hang out together too long they either end up finding a fistfight to launch themselves into or starting one with others from scratch. 

Friends with benefits: He no longer believes long term relationships to be something he’s compatible with, but part of him still craves an emotional intimacy one can’t get from hookups and escorts. He needs a friend he can be friendly with for days/weeks at a time, but when the urge rises they can have a connected emotional sex that helps them both get out of their heads.

Favorite Escorts: Open to any number of people considering his voracious sexual appetite. Ya’all get tips when he hires you, the usual payment but then he spoil you with gifts and trinkets and extra time focused on your physical pleasure.

Clients utilizing his hitman services: Need someone to go missing in a town that makes that very easy? Don’t have the stomach to do the deed yourself though? Ask the right people and you’ll get Bram’s burner phone number.

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Michiel Huisman as Ellis Jones THE AGE OF ADALINE 2015, dir. Lee Toland Krieger