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hello everybody!

i'm afraid i've been incredibly annoying and made the decision to start fresh and move to a new multimuse blog.

i will be keeping remi and drew's blogs but i won't be active on them. i intend to carry on any active threads on my new blog so don't worry about losing anything from me!

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It was a real indictment of how easily influenced Remi was that his temperament had changed so rapidly from something as simple as a few compliments. He wasn't asking to be the centre of attention (and how could he when waltzing into a borderline-orgy wearing more ornate costuming than most), but the undivided attention of one handsome man was all he needed. It wasn't much to ask, was it? Dante Jackson more than fit the bill, with each compliment fuelling Remi's confident smirk. He was almost bashful in the presence of such a commanding and sexy figure, but Remi remained composure, even as he took his hand back and was led away by a strong, firm hold on his back.

He allowed Dante to guide him away while he mused on the proposal of calling him Sir. If their interaction so far was any indication, Remi could hardly think of another man more befitting of the title. He was being bathed in such well-deserved consideration that Remi couldn't help but instantly feel drawn to the older man. He ordered a red wine from the bartender, on Dante's dime, of course, and shivered as Dante manoeuvred his way around his hip and behind him. He reached behind himself to flick up the cape from his costume, just to ensure Dante had full access to his back, but otherwise remained still. The action and the sensation of Dante's warm breath so close to his ear made the younger man gasp and straighten up rigid, fighting hard to remain composed. Dante was, somehow, already so perfect. Exactly how Remi felt he deserved to be treated.

"Again, I can only apologise," Remi purred back over his shoulder, eyelids weighing heavy, and gasped yet again as Dante manoeuvred himself. The heavy bulk of the man easily dwarfed Remi's slim frame. The actions and words combined together to make a very powerful aphrodisiac far stronger than the wine Remi had ordered and had yet to even touch, enough so that Remi found his back arching involuntarily to push his perky behind against Dante's crotch while listening attentively. He daren't even breath in case he missed a single beat from Dante's wanton desires that he was sharing. "Well, sir," he began, voice caught in his throat slightly, to which he coughed gently to regain his usual smooth tone, "as inviting as that image is, maybe we ought to...find somewhere more quiet for me to distract you? I'd love to hear more about your...visions," It was taking a lot of willpower, but Remi was slowly regaining enough composure to be his usual demanding self. He remained pushed back against Dante, but returned his gaze forwards to the bar where he finally accepted his drink and took a slow, careful drink of his wine, before gasping and turning his head once again to ensure Dante could see him sensually lick his lips. "After I've had a drink that is."

"Oh,   you   could   do   more   than   just   apologize,"   the   man   countered   with   a   glint   of   mischief   in   his   eyes   as   he   smirked   at   the   beautiful,   lithe   young   man   before   him.   Taking   the   smooth,   soft   hand   into   his   own   larger,   calloused   grip   he   dipped   forward   in   a   loose   bow   and   brought   the   boys   knuckles   to   his   lips   and   kissed   them   as   if   he   were   royalty;   he   certainly   looked   the   part   this   evening.   "A   name   as   pretty   as   you   are,   I   shouldn't   be   surprised.   Remi   Roth,"   he   repeated,   his   lips   still   against   the   skin   on   the   other's   hand,   before   he   finally   released   his   grip   and   moved   to   stand   up   straight   again.   "--   has   quite   a   nice   ring   to   it."   Though,   in   that   moment,   he   thought   my   Remi, my princess   had   a   better   ring   to   it.

"Dante   Jackson,"   he   offered   up   his   own   name,   making   the   introduction   complete   as   he   slid   into   place   beside   the   smaller   male.   "For   now   I'll   allow   Dante,"   he   taunted,   that   wolfish   grin   still   hiding   in   the   corners   of   his   mouth   as   he   glanced   down   at   Remi,   "or   you   can   call   me   Sir   if   you'd   prefer."   Slipping   his   left   hand   into   place   against   the   small   of   his   back,   he   gently   urged   him   forward   and   led   the   way   across   the   room   towards   one   of   the   various   bars   that   had   been   set   up   for   the   nights   festivities.

"Get   him   whatever   he   asks   for   and   put   it   on   my   tab,"   as   he   addresses   the   man   behind   the   bar,   that   was   hired   for   the   party,   his   left   hand   snakes   out   from   the   small   of   Remi's   back   to   settle   on   his   hip   as   his   right   hand   moves   to   hold   onto   the   other;   giving   Dante   a   secure   grip   on   either   side   of   the   boy   as   he   falls   into   place   behind   him   and   presses   flush   against   his   back.   "It's   cruel,   really,"   he   whispers,   his   voice   low   and   gruff   as   he   bends   down   so   that   only   Remi   can   hear   him;   his   lips   against   the   shell   of   the   boy's   ear.   "I've   seen   you   so   many   times   here   and   yet   I   never   had   the   chance   to   introduce   myself   to   you   and   now   that   I   do   the   last   thing   on   my   mind   is   being   a   gentleman   and   making   a   good   impression   on   you.   All   I   can   think   about   is   how   pretty   you'd   look   bent   over   this   table,"   he   admitted   bluntly   as   he   pushed   against   Remi,   pinning   him   softly   against   the   bar,   "how   pretty   you'd   look   blushing   and   whining   for   me.   You   are   far   too   distracting,"   he   practically   growled.   "You   are   making   it   impossible   for   me   to   think   clearly   right   now."

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Ryan's adaptability was one of his many endearing qualities. The ease at which he accepted - or rather, was reminded - that Remi owned his brother's cock was admirable. The way he accepted it with such glee was arousing. His brother kissed with as much fervour as he did anything else in his life, not just matching Remi's energy but exceeding it. He had barely any need to stand on his tip toes for long before his taller younger brother was cupping his small, perky cheeks, and lifting him off the ground. As much as Junior belonged to Remi, it was equally as true that his behind belonged to Ryan. Those large hands cupped and claimed his cheeks with such ease and skill that Remi couldn't help but moan into his brother's open mouth, tongue eagerly flickering inside as he tried to regain composure. His thin legs clumsily snaked around Ryan's waist for balance, his equally frail arms doing the same around Ryan's long neck. Remi's nostrils were flaring at his point, desperate to take in as much air as possible while his mouth was preoccupied with other matters. Him and Ryan were no strangers to making out, their lips and tongues engaged in their usual dance as smoothly as they managed to get into this position. "Shit, Ry," he gasped after finally breaking their kiss. He rested his forehead against his brother's chest rising and falling rapidly, both hands leaving Ryan's neck to cup his cheeks and give him no choice but to lock eyes with him, "This stupid stump really brings the animal out in you. I think you bit my tongue," he added with a breathy chuckle.

Oftentimes Ryan played into the traditional annoying younger brother role much more firmly, even despite his obsession with his pretty older brother. However they both knew that as soon as Remi got him hard, he only had a one track mind to show how much he loved and needed him and his holes. Being led away to one of their special spots quite literally by his hardness was added to his arousal and causing a small patch of precum to appear on his shorts, excitement bubbling inside him.

Ryan let out a loud groan and wince as his bulge was squeezed firmly, a jolt of pain running through him, "Right, right, my bad, Junior belongs to you" he nodded, Remi's possessive side always hot as hell even if it occasionally went too far. He just had to hope his brother would share Junior with some other people his summer, otherwise he might end up breaking Remi with how horny he was going to he the whole time. Thankfully they reached the tree stump quickly and his hard on was released, causing another moan, and before he could make another comment to get him in trouble his gorgeous brother had turned to kiss him. Ryan eagerly and perhaps greedily returned it, being able to make out with Remi so openly here was still a novelty to him, and couldn't resist bringing his hands down to squeeze that tiny butt before lifting his smaller but older brother into the air to deepen the kiss at a more level height.

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yooo i'm gonna try and get back to writing this weekend, been a v v busy week! as always, please feel free to hit me up for things with remi or my boy drew <3

aaaand big welcome to any and all newbies too!

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If you could join another family at camp, which would it be?

Excellent question. It would be so difficult to give up my darling brothers and father so easily. I think the only fair way to answer that would be after a thorough inspection of whoever has the biggest, juiciest...bank account.

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It had been a long time since Remi had received a pounding this good outside of his family. The precarious creaking of the old leather sofa beneath him harmonised perfectly with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his and Matt's heavy breaths and moans only adding to the symphony. But Remi's mind was far far away from paying attention to the noises. He was entering such a state of euphoria from Matt's dicking that he could feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his toes from either side of Matt's waist curling, and all of a sudden became acutely aware of his own erection.

Remi's own prick had been rock solid for who knows how long, and was currently leaking an obscene amount of pre-cum over his own trim stomach. Each thrust from Matt sent his dick slapping against himself again, another splatter joining the sticky mess that was collecting there. "Cum for me, Matt," Remi panted desperately digging and scraping down the older man's back, "I need it, fuck, so bad! Breed me, Matt!" he cried. The closeness of his own orgasm was providing enough of an adrenaline rush for him to start keening forwards, making small juts of his hips in unison with Matt's to meet him in the middle, make his cock hit as deep as humanly possible.

"Impatient little brat, aren't you?" Matty teased, relishing in the tight squeeze of Remi's legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The sight of Remi laid out beneath him, so eager and needy, was intoxicating.

Leaning in, Matty's lips brushed against Remi's ear as he whispered, "You want it faster? I'll give you faster." The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with Remi's breathy cries and moans. Matty grinned, watching the younger, his body writhing beneath him. He loved this—the control, the power, the way he could make Remi lose himself in the sensation.

"That's it, Remi," Matty murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned down to capture Remi's lips in a heated kiss. "Let me hear you." His pace quickened even more, his hips snapping forward with an intensity that made the wood of the leather sofa creak beneath them. "You feel so good," he groaned, "his own voice thick with desire."Fuck!". The way Remi's body clenched around him, the heat and tightness, was driving him wild. He was close, so close, but he wanted to make sure Remi got there first.

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meme prompt :: @famcamp sent 6C

There was no two ways about it - Remi was a bit of a brat. A princess, if you will. He liked to be pampered and spoiled and worshipped. That applied to the bedroom just as much, if not more, as anywhere else. Typically, he would revert to a pillow princess role, lean into the advantages life gave to him of being a slim, pliable twink and allow his lovers to manhandle them however they liked, while he did little more than enjoy himself. The exceptions to this were when he was with a real man. A man like Mano.

His tattoos, his hulking size, his scowling face, everything about the older man drove Remi into a lustful submission that warped the younger male's mind into wanting nothing more than to please him. If that meant putting in more work in the bedroom, then so be it. It had taken a while for the slim young man to work that monster of a cock inside his tight little hole in the first place. He sat there a moment or two panting heavily while he adjusted, whining and moaning to Mano to show his appreciation for him, then without warning and with a sharp inhale, Remi began rolling his hips. Not up and down, but around.

There was little riding just yet - his poor hole couldn't take it yet - but the younger man ensured Mano wouldn't be sat waiting for like. "Mmm, fuck, Daddy," he groaned, biting his lip and turning over his shoulder to gaze at the older man, "you feel so good. So fucking deep!" he added with another drawn out, wanton moan punctuating himself.

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meme prompt :: @famcamp sent 12C

Remi was far from being bashful when it came to either his physical appearance or any level of sordid activities, so the two coming together in the form of a facial kink came very naturally. Of course, to get to that stage he had to put the work in first. And of course, Remi could never choose an easy size to work with. The twink had been on his knees with Leo's sizable piece for what felt like an age. His knees were red and aching, his jaw similar aching from the effort it had taken to take Leo's manhood in his mouth, and even his lungs were beginning to tire from the efforts of holding his breath while servicing the latino.

It wasn't until the tell tale signs of Leo beginning to near orgasm that Remi really upped the ante. Both hands wrapped around his cock, a twinkle appeared in his green hues, and the younger man really committed to earning that facial. Gluck gluck gluck echoed in the empty cabin with the gags and wetness from excess saliva accompanying the noises for the most carnal orchestral performance possible. Finally, just as all of his aching body parts were about to cause Remi to collapse, his reward came. Literally.

He pulled away with an audible 'pop' and an even louder moan as he braced himself for the load. With his eyes closed, Remi continued to stroke Leo as rope after rope of familiar hot, sticky liquid began to coat his face, never once ceasing his motions until he could feel the older man riding out his orgasm to completion. "Shit," Remi panted with a grin, risking finally releasing Leo's cock to wipe the spunk from his eyes so he could look up at him, "how do I look?" he asked earnestly with a bat of his eyes.

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I see you enjoying being my favorite - parker

Enjoy? Mmm, maybe. I see it more as ensuring I stay in my rightful place as your favourite. Glad to see you still have taste.

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brothers when?

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hey guys!! i have been wiiiiiped out this week, but i'm gonna try and get back to some overdue replies on remi and drew tomorrow/this weekend :)

as always, i'll still be around to message and stuff!

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Anyone who knew Remi knew that he never did anything by halves. Not even a toga party slash orgy at a summer camp. Of course, he wasn't about to put a dent in his bank account for the sake of a silly costume, but as Remi rocked up in his relatively more elaborate, frilly ensemble, it quickly became evident that he had leaned too heavily into aesthetics and not quite as much into practicality as other guests. He wove between kissing and grinding couples, dodged and swatted away wandering hands as he passed, Remi huffed his way to the edge of the room where the drinks table sat and made a beeline towards a goblet of what he assumed would be wine.

He had only just approached the table, briefly becoming distracted by the salacious activities before him when a tall, handsome figure of a man with a deep, sexy voice approached him. Instinctively, Remi straightened up his posture and smiled coyly as the man spoke. He needn't have done more than look pretty, apparently, to get the man's attention. "You're too kind," Remi purred in return, eyes travelling up and down to take in the impressive figure before him, "I can only apologise for causing so many distractions. And without even giving you my name? How rude of me." he scoffed in faux outage.

He extended his hand out, limp wrist for the older man to take as if he were royalty, and gently lowered his head as befitting someone in his costume "Remi." he said curtly. Evidently the Roth part didn't need mentioning. In response to the drink, he merely nodded and waited.

@remiroth || closed starter, toga party

Not   that   the   camp-goers   needed   the   help,   but   parties   like   this   at   Camp   Daylight   always   seemed   to   amp   up   the   lasciviousness   of   everyone   attending.   Last   year   they   had   a   party   like   this   as   well   but   Dante   couldn't   even   tell   you   what   the   theme   of   it   was--   he   was   too   busy   plowing   his   way   through   another   families   cabin   to   spend   time   actually   enjoying   the   festivities   theming   and   decorations.

This   time   around   he   was   trying   to   practice   more   self   control.   Going   as   far   as   buying   a   costume   for   the   event,   rather   than   immediately   seeking   out   something   he   could   sink   himself   into   he   spent   his   time   mingling   with   his   family,   old   friends   he'd   made   over   the   years   here   at   camp,   and   enjoying   the   various   food   and   wine   that   filled   the   banquet   hall.

That   is,   until   he   saw   him.   Without   even   thinking,   Dante   approached   the   younger   man   with   an   almost   wolfish   grin.   "Once   again,   you   wind   up   being   the   prettiest   one   in   the   room,"   he   mused,   lips   hinting   at   a   smirk   as   he   took   a   sip   from   his   wine.   "It's   a   shame,   in   how   often   you   end   up   distracting   me   here,   that   I   don't   think   we've   officially   met.   You're   one   of   the   Roth   boy's,   right? Can I get you a drink?"

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Remi's smirk had developed into a full blown grin with the slew of compliments and sexually charged comments from his younger brother. His sizable erection was hard to miss but equally as hard to not just whip out right there and then. Holding the firmness in his hand and guiding Ryan away by it was enough to lead with the older Roth with a semi himself. He adjusted his pants as his walked and impatiently licked his lips, rolling his eyes at Ryan's adoration.

"First up - Junior belongs to me. Not the other way around," he snapped with hard, possessive squeeze of Ryan's bulge, but looked over his shoulder and allowed a glimpse into his soft side with a smirk, "but I love you too, dude. Soft ass." Fortunately, the enamoured brothers needn't wait too much longer. After what they did over the tree stump last year, there was no way Remi could forget where it stood. As they approached, Remi licked his lips once again, released Ryan's erection, and span gracefully on his heel to fall against his younger-but-taller brother's chest, both delicate hands splayed across it. Without another word, Remi batted his eyes, smiled, and stood on his tip toes to plant a long, drawn out kiss to his brother's lips to announce their arrival.

Some might think that Ryan's compliments were too much to be genuine, but they truly were when it came to his brother. That was just their dynamic and he knew Remi could tell they were real. "Tightest by a long way, not even close" he grinned as he watched his finger tenderly be kissed before the tongue came out and practically had Ryan's legs shaking. "Shit..." he breathed when Remi began to suck on it, his dick very much awake and energised after that move so that it provided a perfect shape for Remi to grab onto when he switched moves.

"Fuck...yeah, just like that" he groaned, his stiffening member now in his older brother's grip, granted between a couple of layers of clothing. While Remi was smirking, Ryan was grinning eagerly, "Can't risk wasting a minute when I need to remind you that you are mine and your ass belongs to Junior, once everyone else here starts groping you" When his crotch was squeezed again, Ryan let out a louder groan but the grin stayed on his lips as he was quite literally led by the dick towards one of their special spots in the camp. "Fuckin' love you dude, you know that?"

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Remi's sexual appetite and stubbornness hadn't let him down yet, not even when it meant being almost crushed by a man double his size, borderline splitting him open with his merciless pounding. The younger male was trapped beneath Victor fully at his mercy and loving every minute of it. His moans were frequent and loud, the corner of his lips curled up into a smile, his fingers digging in hard to the mattress as some form of relief. The dirty talk was the added cherry on top that meant the erection that was pressed into the mattress was leaking enough pre-cum for Remi to already begin feeling a wet patch forming on the bed.

"Yes sir," he whined in agreement, peering over his shoulder to look at the incredibly sexy older man and bat his eye lashes, "make me yours. Oh fuck, don't stop!" he cried out as another deep thrust sent a shiver up his spine. There was little Remi could (or wanted to) do to aid in Victor's pounding, but as some gesture of activity, the younger male clenched his already tight hole as hard as possible to provide as much pressured pleasure on the older man's rod as possible. Even if it ended up being to his detriment.