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wispsinwisteria·:

“I’ve seen enough porn to know what that line means,” Jackson said with a soft chuckle. Slowly he sighed and stood up from the ground, brushing the grass off of his lower half and looked over at the male. “Come on,” he said motioning for the male to follow him, walking up the front porch to pull the door open. He stepped inside and held the door open for him. “How about on my bed?” he asked. “You can really get those knots worked out on there and it will be comfortable.”

“Porn? I have no idea what you’re talking about. All of my words have been completely innocent during our conversation. What could possibly make you think about porn?” He asked with mock innocence, giving him a non guilty smile. “Lead the way,” he murmured, standing up and following him up to the front porch and inside the house. “Sounds like a plan to me.” Elijah nodded, his eyes taking in his surroundings, before settling back on Jackson. “Where’s this comfortable bed of yours?”

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rafa-colemanpierce‌:

Following Malachi into the shower, he bit his lower lip and smirked a little smugly, thankful he was in this whole situation and he’d turned back around to catch the handsome man’s gaze. Flinging his own towel over his shoulder, he walked back, naked, not modest and paused when he heard the water start and saw him standing there. “Well, don’t mind if I do..” he said, walking towards the shower, and upon passing Malachi he took him by the wrist to tug him in under the water, too.

Malachi didn’t bother stifling his chuckle when he felt his hand wrap around his wrist and tug him underneath the water, following him without resisting. He sighed out in pleasure once the warm water hit his skin, leaning his head back to enjoy it for a few seconds, before he opened his eyes to look at Rafael. He reached out towards him, letting his hands settle on his waist so he could pull him against his chest. “I hope you’re ready to wash my back,” he joked lightly, brushing his lips against his. 

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bcy-blve‌:

Of course he’d ask what was wrong with him before jumping at the chance to do anything, he actually cared about him. He bit his lip as he looked up at his friend and let out a sigh, “It’s just the messages again…same as the first time.” he unlocked his phone to show him. “He messages me everyday now, wondering where I went. Not even my friends from the place I moved from do that.” he chuckled quietly. “I’m sorry…I know I should cope with it better than doing, you know, sexual stuff…but it’s hard.”

“Ah, I see..” He was aware of the messages from before, and he could see how much it was all still getting to Nico - he was sure it had never really stopped getting to him to begin with anyway. “Have you tried telling someone? Or going to the police and getting a restraining order? Or even just blocking his number? If he’s continuously messaging you and not leaving you alone, that’s harassment. You can have something done about that.” He shrugged. “Everyone has their way of coping with things. Doesn’t make one more wrong than the other.”

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rafa-colemanpierce‌:

Malachi was taking off his shirt, and yeah Rafael was definitely taking notice as he watched him strip even more, biting his lower lip and eyes just wandering to take in the sight. “Well,” he said, looking around the locker room just once, and then turned back to Malachi, as those shorts were dropping and his eyes couldn’t help but stare. “I definitely can do that for you..” he was already tugging his own shirt back off, stepping out of his shoes and nodding to the other as he was tugging his own shorts off. A shower hook up? Why not? Malachi was hot.

Malachi knew he was going to get his way in the end, especially when Rafael couldn’t stop staring at him. He smirked, nodding his head slightly as he draped his towel around his shoulders. “Thanks, I really appreciate it, man. I’ll make it worth your while..” He turned around and started heading towards the showers. Once inside, he hung his towel up and selected a shower towards the back, cutting on the water and waiting for it to heat up. When he spotted Rafael a few moments later, he nodded towards the shower head. “Come on, the water’s perfect.” 

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wildinwisteria‌:

He probably does look like an absolute slut. Pink lips swollen and shiny with saliva and the other male’s precum, spit running down his chin and onto his neck, eyelashes wet with his own tears, and a blissful, lust-filled look in brown eyes as he stares hungrily at his friend’s dick, swallowing before chuckling. “Aye, bro, I told you ‘bout callin’ me a slut now.” Saint warns, a little breathless, as he stares up at his best friend. The truth? Saint loved that shit. He loves when Malachi dominates him, talks dirty to him, it made his dick rock hard in his own pants. It made his hole throb with need with each filthy word that came from Malachi’s mouth. “Fuck,” Saint moans, just the sight of that shiny length alone is driving him wild, and he can’t wait to have it buried deep inside of him, reaching places no one else is capable of, and filling Saint up like no one else can. As Saint’s forced back onto the other’s dick, he moans around the length — eagerly closing his lips around it and letting the taller man lead the way. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he closes them, squeezing them shut, and focusing hard on relaxing his gag reflex as he feels that dick back into his throat once more. His mouth waters profusely, looking absolutely obscene as his spills from the corners of his mouth and drips down into the other boy’s pubes, running down his balls, as much of that dick as can fit is lodged into Saint’s throat. As more tears spring to his eyes, he opens them and turns them upwards towards Malachi, moaning like the slut he is for his best friend, hands gripping tightly onto the other’s muscular thighs as tears spill down his cheeks. Even as he’s trying not to choke, he’s working his tongue on the underside of the other’s length, massaging it the best that he can as one of his hands moves forward to gently massage the other male’s balls that hang heavy between his thighs. Saint starts to bob his head now quickly, slurping all the excess saliva he works up when he gets to the head, and then descending his mouth down that towering length once more. He gets into it now, sucking Malachi’s dick like it is his only life force, desperate to please his best friend. Saint reaches down now, taking out his own hard dick from his sweatpants and stroking himself as he works on giving an impeccable blowjob.

It was a sight that the eldest Howell-Glenn child was sure he would never forget, nor get tired of seeing. Saint on his knees, pink lips slick with the saliva that spilled down his chin and dripped down his neck, eyes wet with tears. It was a sight that not only made his length throb with need, but it made a knot form in the pit of his stomach. The sexually charged, turned on part of his brain could only think about how much he wanted to wreck his ass, but another part of his brain, a much clearer part, could only think about how gorgeous he looked in that moment. Malachi was almost too busy wrapped up in the sight of his best friend on his knees to even process his words, but he quickly pulled himself out of his own thoughts in order to fire off a quick rebuttal - as always. “M’only callin’ you what you actin’ like, bruh. Should I call you a bitch instead?” He licked his lips when Saint moaned out a curse, already knowing what he wanted - and he wasn’t going to hesitate to give it to him. That was why he didn’t shy away from pushing down on the back of his head, forcing him to take his dick back into his mouth without warning. His lips parted, a faint expression of pleasure on his face as he continued to guide Saint’s head up and down on his length, his warm, wet mouth around his dick causing shivers of pleasure to shoot up Malachi’s spine every few seconds, his toes clenching and relaxing. Not only did it feel amazing, but the fact that his best friend was obviously enjoying himself that made it even better. The fact that Saint wanted Malachi just as much as he wanted him turned Malachi on to no end. He grunted when he felt his balls become wet from the other’s slobber, shifting in his spot on the couch before widening his legs resting both of his hands on the back of Saint’s head to steady himself. When he started bobbing his head faster, loud slurping noises filling the room, Malachi groaned and started bucking his hips up, driving his dick in and out of his best friend’s throat. “Aye,” he breathed out when he noticed Saint stroking himself, nudging at his hand with his foot. “You know we don’t do that.” 

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prvgress‌:

“If I didn’t come to you, I know some lawyer would have came to your rescue instead. This is a fine establishment you have here and I’m sure that no one in Wisteria Court wants to see it get taken to court!” One thing that Sterling never asked his clients were if they were actually guilty or not. He knew that sometimes skeletons were better left off in the closet, so he didn’t want to dig any of those up. Plus, for something who put on a facade for the world, it’d be hypocritical for him to ask for anything else. “Thank you for the offer! I guess I can stay for a little bit. It’ll help me get to know the establishment better and I don’t have any other clients to meet today.” Elijah was definitely getting to be on his good list. “I’ll just take a beer though. I wouldn’t want to put you in debt or anything and I’ll make sure to leave a nice tip at the end.” Sterling nodded once.

“A fine establishment, hm? I don’t think I’ve ever heard it called that before,” he mused, an amused expression crossing over his face. Given the name of his establishment, most people wouldn’t call it ‘fine’, or even refer to it as an ‘establishment’. Most would think it’s just some crass sex shop and inappropriate nightclub used for easy access to sex - which was true to a certain extent, but not much. Even though things of a sexual nature did happen at the nightclub, that didn’t make it any different from any other one. Elijah prided himself on his business, and its success was enough to satisfy him. “I’m sure one of my employees would love to help you get to know the establishment better.” He smiled kindly at him, before making a face. “Beer? Oh, no. You’re getting an actual drink, on the house. As many drinks as you want. A few glasses aren’t going to bankrupt me, man.”

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wildinwisteria‌:

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The lawyer sits at a table in the Caldwell-Holt home, looking over a few important legal documents for Achilles Nightclub + Sex Emporium, eyes scanning ever line carefully to be sure there’s no loopholes that could spell trouble for Elijah in the future. Kendall shrugs out of his suit jacket as he reads, draping it across the back of the chair, even loosening his tie and unbuttoning a few buttons of his shirt. “Hope you don’t mind me getting comfortable, man.” Kendall says to Elijah, looking up towards the other man with a smile, “It’s been a long ass day and as much as I love suits, this thing is starting to be a pain in my ass.” He says. Kendall has been doing some legal consulting for Elijah for a while now about the club, he’s even on retainer if Elijah ever finds himself in some legal trouble – though Kendall doubts very seriously that the other will. Still, he likes to help out friends, especially those who have always been as friendly to him as Elijah has. Kendall flips the page on the contract, eyes still scanning the words carefully, blindly picking up the cup of coffee and bring it to his lips to take a few sips. “So far everything looks pretty good. There don’t seem to be any discrepancies.”

“No problem, man. I completely understand where you’re coming from. Get as comfortable as you need to, you know you’re always welcome to do that around here.” Elijah himself had gotten comfortable as soon as he had gotten home. He slipped out of his usual suit and tie attire, before changing into a comfortable pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt that he had found somewhere in the bottom of his dresser. Kendall didn’t arrive too long after that, just in time for Elijah to get a pot of coffee brewed and some snacks set out. He capped off Kendall’s coffee while he looked through the papers, setting the pot back down on the table. “You want something to change into, man?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Their relationship went deeper than just business, Eli considered Kendall to be a good friend. And he would’ve made the offer to any of his friends. He glanced at the contract over his shoulder, leaning down to look at it. “Great! As long as I don’t have to worry about someone trying to sue my ass, the government trying to take my money or the city trying to shut my shit down, I’m happy.” 

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natehttp‌:

“most people, i’ve yet to meet anyone who’s truly immune.” nate knew even this was a little brazen for him, but what the hell? he turned back around, that was enough for now (though he’d enjoyed his time in the spotlight, under elijah’s microscope). “yeah, every friday night in fact. guess they finally figured out that when i’m working people buy more.” he wiggled his eyebrows “mm, you’re welcome.”

“Let’s hope you never do then. Although I doubt you will. I don’t think anyone would be able to resist even the cheesiest of pickup lines if they were coming from such a pretty face.” He took another sip from his coffee, nodding his head as he processed his answer. “That’s a good marketing tool on their part. I’m definitely interested in stopping by again next Friday night.” He licked his lips. 

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bcy-blve‌:

He let out a sigh as he leaned on his friend, “I thought old people were supposed to get cold with age.” he teased. He looked at his phone one more time, chewing at his lip as he saw an unread text from a number he didn’t have in his contacts. “Hey Elijah…is anyone home right now?” he asked as he closed his phone finally. He felt terrible. Terrible because he felt like any time he’s seen his friend he was going through stuff and needed release. It was the only way knew how to cope with the constant messages. “You remember that one time I came over like 3 months ago? It was raining.”

“And who told you that lie? That only happens with people who are bitter and old. Do you think I’m a bitter person?” He asked, pressing a hand against his own chest as if he were offended by the implication. “Home? Hmm..” He trailed off, thinking about who could possibly be in his home at that point in time. “I don’t think anyone’s home right now. Why do you ask?” He question, cocking his head to the side and giving him a concerned look. “Yeah, what about it?” Elijah was a little bit confused as to what was going on, and he couldn’t help but be a little bit worried by Nico’s sudden change of demeanor and presence. “What’s wrong?” 

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“I need better posture,” Jackson said with a laugh. He was aware of the slouch he sometimes had and knew he needed to get better at not doing it so he could handle work better. “Name your price and I will gladly agree,” he groaned, feeling the hands on his back even more. He shifted his hips, his shorts riding down a little to expose the top part of his crack and his cheeks. “You could continue this in my house, if you like, I’m sure people might start lining up for a massage if they notice you’re handing them out.”

“That could definitely be apart of it too.” He echoed the younger male’s laugh, shaking his head as he continued moving his hands along the length of his back. “You shouldn’t be so eager to agree to something when you don’t even know what I’m going to ask for, kid,” he chuckled at Jackson’s eagerness, his eyes trailing down when the top of his crack and cheeks were exposed. “Hmm,” he licked his lips. “I think that might be for the best. I wouldn’t want them to distract me from my current client.”

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greaseknuckled‌:

It was definitely hard to leave the comfort of the nice warm bed, his husband’s strong arms wrapped around his frame, but he knew that he’d always come back. Even if they had extracurricular affairs in their marriage, that was the one thing that they could both count on - that they always came back to each other. And as his husband leaned over to peck him on the lips, he hummed lightly before he chuckled at his words. “Only as good to ya as ya deserve… Gotta believe that Achilles is only as popular as it is ‘cause of ya, honey,” he spoke, leaning in to kiss him again. “And ya work so hard… Only right you get pampered. And when ya eat up, I can give ya a nice massage, get ya nice and relaxed ‘fore ya gotta get back out there and keep bein’ the successful king I always knew ya were.”

The privilege to be able to enjoys the throes of passion with other men, but still come back home to the one that they love had only strengthened their bond and marriage of the years. Even though Elijah indulged in having sexual relations with other men, he knew that nothing and no one would or ever could compete to how he felt when he was with Dallas. Their love was what set their physical relationship apart from having sex with random people. “You giving me too much credit, baby.” He playfully rolled his eyes at his claim, returning the next kiss without hesitation. “Hmm.. That all sounds so nice.. I wonder how I’ll ever be able to repay you for all of this,” he murmured, closing his eyes and giving him yet another kiss. “I love you,” Eli mumbled against his lips. 

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wispsinwisteria·:

Jackson sighed happily as the male kept massaging him, He was aware that the lotion was already applied but the fingers were basically magic so why would he ask the man to stop? “Not a lot, but my job has me standing a lot during the day so it puts some strain on my lower back,” he explained. “Damn, I feel like I should be paying you for this, it feels amazing,” he said in a dreamy tone. He was going to soak up whatever the male had planned, giving no resistance.

“That definitely explains it. When you get off work, you should start doing things to help take the pressure off of your back. You don’t want back problems when you’re my age, trust me.” He slid his hands up his back slowly, before slipping them back down, making sure his fingertips brushed against every inch of skin. “I don’t require payment, don’t worry.. But if you insist, I’m sure that there’s some form of payment we can come to an agreement about.”

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Nico smiled and leaned into the hand ruffling his hair like a cat, he loved his hair being played with. “Heeey, that’s not nice to say to, well, me.” he fake pouted and yanked on the man’s arm. “You know it’s hard for me to sleep by myself.” He let him go as he thought about when the production was, “Uhm…maybe 3 months from now? I never really pay attention because that’ll probably freak me out.” he shrugged before picking up his script and putting it back in his bag. “You should take me to work with you, I’d make it fun, right?” He leaned and him and let out a comfortable groan, “You’re always so warm..”

He chuckled when he leaned into his hand, giving his hair another ruffle just for good measure, before allowing his hand to drop away from his hair. “Hey, I’m just telling you the truth.” He reached out and tapped his bottom lip when he pouted, laughing when he tugged on his arm. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry about that, kiddo. If it makes you feel any better, you know you’re always welcome at my place. My boys wouldn’t mind you being around, and I’m sure Dallas wouldn’t either.” Elijah nodded while he listened to him. “Well, in that case, I look forward to seeing the show you guys are going to put on.” He raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, before laughing. “I don’t think you want to come to work with me.” He wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “The warmth comes with the age.”

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natehttp‌:

“and your eyes. but i was only allowed to pick one and your lips can definitely do more that your eyes can.” he smiled, lifting his arms up and twirling in a circle. “i guarantee, as unimpressive as it looks, it’s better without the clothes. not saying it’s a ten, but better…” he said with a chuckle. he didn’t know where this was going, whether it was harmless or something more, but he’d been too good for too long and he was in the mood to do something spontaneous, something he might regret. 

“Looks like someone has a way with words. Does the eyes line work on everyone?” He asked, cocking his head to the side in mock curiosity. “It definitely looks sweet enough to eat, even with the clothes.” Elijah allowed his eyes to dwell on his lower half for a moment, before shifting back up to meet Nate’s eyes. “So, you’re the only one working tonight?” He asked conversationally, bringing the coffee cup up to his lips so he could take a long sip from it. He hummed after he swallowed, licking his lips. “Definitely sweet.”

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rafa-colemanpierce‌:

It was the perfect reaction that he was looking for, Malachi didn’t seem too opposed to how wandering his eyes were, and Rafael caught the way those eyes looked back and he bit his lower lip at the last statement. “Why couldn’t you have been showering ten minutes ago? I could have used some extra hands,” he teased.

Malachi took a break from allowing his eyes to wander over Rafael’s form so he could pull off his shirt, dropping the fabric on top of his gym bag. “My bad, if I had known you would’ve been waitin’ in the shower for me, I would’ve sped my workout up.” He toed off his shoes before reaching down to push off his shorts, letting them pool around his ankles. “Maybe you could give me an extra hand or two instead.”